Star Trek: The Rings of Time (29 page)

Dozens of smaller spacecraft, of varied design, zipped across the monitor. An icy moon, boasting a full-fledged lunar habitat, was dwarfed by a huge ringed planet looming in the background. Purple bands streaked the planet.

“Oh my God!” Shaun exclaimed. “Is that Saturn?”

There had been no spaceships or moon colonies in
the vicinity the last time he’d checked. Of course, that had been two hundred and fifty years ago . . .

“Klondike VI,” Spock corrected him. Despite his stoic demeanor, it was clear that he was not pleased by Shaun’s unexpected arrival on the bridge. “Captain, you should return to sickbay. You are not well.”

Shaun didn’t feel like playing along. “I’m not the captain, and I’m not crazy,” he declared. “I’m Colonel Shaun Christopher, and you know it!”

A quick glance around the bridge gave him a good idea of who had been let in on the secret and who had not. Several crew members, including the helpful yeoman, were clearly startled and confused by his outrageous claim, but others merely looked worried. The veiled woman, whom he remembered from the transporter room, turned toward him. He noted that she wasn’t wearing a Starfleet uniform like everyone else.

“Shaun Christopher?” she echoed, sounding intrigued. “Curiouser and curiouser.”

Mr. Spock let out a barely perceptible sigh. “Attention, all hands,” he addressed the bridge crew. “Please be aware that the individual before you is not actually the captain. There is no time to explain the situation fully, but I expect you all to disregard any orders except my own.” He turned toward Shaun. “Colonel Christopher, you can clearly see that we are in the midst of a crisis. I must ask that you leave the bridge immediately.”

“No way, Spock. I’m here in this time now, and I don’t
intend to sit on the sidelines.” He shrugged Kirk’s shoulders. “Who knows? Maybe that probe sent me here for a reason.”

“Now,
there’s
an interesting possibility,” the veiled woman observed. “Mr. Spock, maybe we should find out what our unlikely guest has to offer. He may have insights into the probe—and our present situation—that we have missed.”

“I have already interrogated the colonel,” Spock stated curtly. “But you are free to take custody of him if you wish. At the moment, I have other matters to attend to.”

Shaun got the distinct impression that he was being handed off to a babysitter, but he figured that beat being expelled forcibly from the bridge and possibly thrown into the brig. He joined the veiled woman at one of the auxiliary stations. “Shaun Christopher,” he introduced himself. “At your service.”

“Qat Zaldana,” she identified herself. “And would that be
the
Colonel Shaun Geoffrey Christopher of space history fame?”

He nodded, both surprised and flattered that she recognized his name. “You’ve heard of me?”

“I’m quite familiar with your illustrious résumé, Colonel,” she said, “although I admit I never expected to make your acquaintance, let alone under such bizarre circumstances.”

She seemed to be taking those circumstances remarkably
well, especially considering that he looked like James T. Kirk at the moment. Did this sort of thing happen often in the future? He certainly hadn’t gotten that impression from Dr. McCoy.

“This is a bit out of my comfort zone, too,” he confessed. “NASA never trained me for anything like this.”

On the screen, some of the smaller ships appeared to be retreating to a domed complex on the nearby moon. Chunks of flying space debris endangered the numerous vessels, although the
Enterprise
was clearly attempting to provide cover for them by blasting the larger missiles apart with powerful blue laser beams. The beams seemed to pack enough firepower to make the Pentagon drool with envy.

“Maintain defensive fire, Mr. Chekov,” Spock instructed. “Target all hazards to ships or colony.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” a young ensign reported. His Russian accent reminded Shaun of the cosmonauts he had trained with at the Star City complex outside Moscow. “Shields restored to usual configuration. Deflectors at thirty-five percent and rising.”

“That’s more like it,” said an Asian crewman sitting to the Russian’s left. “Helm controls responding again.”

“Excellent, Mr. Sulu,” Spock said. “Take us further above the rings to reduce the chance of any future collisions.”

“With pleasure,” Sulu replied. “Altering trajectory relative
to the equator. Attempting to stay within firing range of Skagway.”

The image on the wall screen shifted as the
Enterprise
ascended higher above the plane of the rings. The turbulence shaking the ship began to abate, even as Shaun tried to figure out exactly what was going on. He gathered that the moon colony was in jeopardy, and possibly the starship, too, but the details remained murky. Dr. McCoy hadn’t exactly kept him informed about current events.

Shaun sat down next to Qat Zaldana. “Why don’t you bring me up to speed?” he suggested.

“Since the twenty-first century?” she quipped. “That could take a while.”

He nodded at the screen. “How about just what’s happening out there?”

“That I can manage.” She quickly explained that the planet’s rings were coming apart and that the moon itself was spiraling into the inner rings toward the planet itself. To make matters worse, it seemed that more than a thousand people were still stranded on the moon, and even the
Enterprise,
as impressive as it was, wasn’t big enough to carry them all to safety.

No wonder Spock looks so grim,
Shaun thought. They were looking at a tragedy of catastrophic proportions, like Katrina or Mount Rainier. “And there’s nothing you can do?”

She shook her head. “We suspect this disaster may have something to do with that alien probe and possibly
an unusual hexagonal vortex down on the planet, but we haven’t been able to put all of the pieces together, at least not in time to save the people left on Skagway.”

“Hexagon?”

“That’s right,” she said. “There’s a hexagonal storm at the planet’s north pole, much like the one on Saturn, which started shrinking at about the same time the rings began to destabilize. We assume there’s some kind of connection or causal link.”

Talk about déjà vu,
Shaun thought, if that was the right term for remembering something from your own past while occupying someone else’s body in the future. “That sounds a lot like what we were observing back in my time, right before I ended up here. Saturn’s rings were behaving strangely, the hexagon was shrinking, and so on. The scientists back in my time didn’t know what to make of it.” Shaun remembered how nonplussed O’Herlihy had been by his findings.

“How strange,” Qat Zaldana said. “Mr. Spock, are you listening to this?”

“Indeed,” Spock admitted. He spun his chair around to face them. “You have successfully captured my attention. Please continue your recollections, Colonel Christopher.”

“Not much more to say,” Shaun said. “We were studying the phenomenon from the
Lewis & Clark
when the probe distracted us.” He chuckled at the memory. “Trust me, that voyage was full of surprises.”

“None of that is in the historical record,” Qat Zaldana said. “And I’m an astronomer. I would know.”

“Must have been covered up,” Shaun guessed. “I don’t know how it is in your time, but back where—I mean,
when
—I come from, governments had plenty of secrets that they guarded zealously.” His stint at Area 51 had taught him that and then some. “But it sounds to me like that big purple planet out there is going through the same thing Saturn did back in 2020.”

“Except that Saturn and its rings and moons remain constant to this day,” Spock said. “They are now much as you would have known them before your historic mission, which implies that the phenomenon you observed was reversed somehow.”

That makes sense,
Shaun thought. He tried to imagine what could have affected the rings way back when. “You think it was the probe?”

“Possibly,” Qat Zaldana said. “What exactly do you remember, Colonel?”

He threw his mind back, trying to recapture every detail. In theory, centuries had passed since his dramatic run-in with the probe, but it had been only a couple of days for him.

“There were these pulses,” he recalled. “Just before the probe zapped me here, it fired some sort of pulsed energy burst at the heart of the hexagon.” He glanced up at the screen. “Kind of like those high-powered lasers of yours.”

“Phasers,” Spock corrected him. “Are you certain
the pulses were directed at the vortex on the planet’s surface?”

“Absolutely.” It was all coming back to him now. “I’ll never forget it. I was floating in space, preparing to bring the probe aboard, when it suddenly fired off these incandescent bolts of bright blue energy, which triggered a reaction down on the planet.”

Qat Zaldana leaned toward him. “What sort of reaction?”

“The whole hexagon lit up, glowing like a pinwheel, and a shock wave sent me tumbling away from the probe. Then the pulses just stopped, like I had just imagined them.”

“And then what happened?” she asked.

“The hexagon,” he recalled. “It almost looked as though it was going back to normal after the pulses. Its sides stopped contracting and started heading outward again at an incredible rate. It was probably a stupid thing to do, but I couldn’t resist flying back to check out the probe again. I made the mistake of grabbing onto it and ended up here . . . in your captain’s body.” He still couldn’t believe how insane that sounded. “I don’t know what happened next.”

“Saturn’s rings and moons are still in place in our time,” Spock stated. “And the hexagonal vortex at its northern pole can be seen to this day. I recall observing it during a scientific conference on Titan.”

Shaun gathered that there were bases or colonies on Titan now.

“Then that’s it,” he said. “The probe must have fixed
Saturn back in my day. Maybe it can do the same now and save all those poor souls in that colony.”

Spock did not seem hopeful. “Unfortunately, the probe is no longer functional. Whatever remarkable capabilities it may have possessed in your era have been lost to the ravages of time.”

Oh, right,
Shaun thought. He recalled banging into the future version of the probe back in the transporter room, right before Spock knocked him out with that neck pinch. That probe had looked like a wreck compared with the gleaming alien artifact he had encountered out by Saturn. Two centuries of change had clearly taken their toll on the probe, along with everything else he had ever known. The
Lewis & Clark
had probably rusted to pieces by now, if it wasn’t gathering dust in a museum somewhere.
By all rights, I should be nothing but dust.

“It’s true,” Qat Zaldana confirmed. “We’ve examined the probe thoroughly. It’s dead as can be.”

The news crushed Shaun’s hopes. “Then we’re screwed, and so are the poor bastards on that moon.”

“Perhaps not,” Spock said. “You say that the pulses resembled our phaser blasts?”

“I guess, maybe.” Shaun threw up his hands. “I’m hardly an expert on ‘phasers’ or weird alien energy rays, for that matter.”

“Understood,” Spock said. He sounded reluctant to discard whatever theory he was formulating. “But what you observed
did
appear to be some manner of directed energy bursts?”

“I suppose.” Shaun found Spock’s interest encouraging. McCoy had said that the Vulcan usually knew what he was doing.

Qat Zaldana seemed hopeful, too. “What are you thinking, Mr. Spock?”

Spock left his chair to join them. “We have speculated that the hexagon is a manifestation of some unknown alien apparatus that serves to maintain the rings as we know them. Perhaps by making crucial adjustments to the planet’s mass or gravity.”

“Like the artificial gravity you generate on this ship?”

“Precisely,” Spock said. “But on a much greater scale. And now that apparatus is failing, resulting in the catastrophic results we are now witnessing. What you observed in the past, however, suggests that the probe was once able to reset the mechanism somehow, via a pulsed signal.”

Shaun saw where Spock was going with this. “You think the probe used those bursts to reboot the hexagon on Saturn, which straightened out the rings?”

“Essentially,” Spock stated. “In which case, it is theoretically possible that we might be able to simulate the signal with our own phasers.”

“I don’t know,” Qat Zaldana said. “That sounds like a long shot to me.”

“Agreed,” Spock said. “But it is the only option remaining to us, outside of abandoning Skagway to its doom.” He looked at Shaun, seeing someone else. “And
if there is one thing I have learned from serving under Captain Kirk for nearly five years, it is that long shots are often the difference between success and failure. I know that the captain would not hesitate to make one last effort to save the colony, no matter the odds against us.”

Shaun grinned. “Sounds like a man after my own heart, Mr. Spock.”

“You can feel his heart beating in your chest, Colonel. What does it tell you?”

“Go for it, Spock.” Shaun chuckled. “Heck, it doesn’t sound any crazier than everything else on this ship of yours.” He tried not to look at the alien’s pointed ears. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Spock pondered the problem before them; you could practically see his computer-like mind clicking away. “The challenge will be to replicate precisely the signal you observed more than two centuries ago. Do you recall the exact sequence of the energy pulses? It is no doubt essential that we transmit the signal correctly.”

No doubt,
Shaun thought uncertainly. “Maybe. I only saw the pulses for a couple of moments, in the middle of a complicated spacewalk, and as you know, a lot’s happened to me since.” He sank into his seat. “I’m not sure.”

The responsibility weighed on him like gravity after a long space mission. His training had been intended to prepare him for almost every eventuality, but this was a new one.
His fingers drummed on the flashing console in front of him. His feet tapped restlessly on the floor.
This would be easier,
he thought irritably,
if I didn’t have this damn drumbeat stuck in my head.