Catching Up?
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Kirk entered the briefing room last. All the department chiefs were present, and as Kirk took his seat, the last quiet murmurs died down.
"Spock?" inquired Kirk.
"We have retrieved a good deal of information concerning the mission of the Valiant and her fate." Spock nodded towards the viewscreen in the briefing room and continued.
"Valiant had been dispatched on a mission to chart for mineral-rich planetary bodies on the outer fringes of Earth-controlled space. Such missions were not uncommon in those early days of Terran space exploration, and, even in Valiant's time a few worlds had been colonized or otherwise secured for mining activities.
"After completing her initial survey" the viewer changed to show a middle aged African female with dark hair, skin, and eyes, "Command gave the ship's captain, Grace Imbutu, discretion to explore as she saw fit in order to give the widest-possible survey of resource potential in the territory under Earth's jurisdiction. When Imbutu signaled Headquarters with her plan to strike towards the fringes of mapped space, they approved."
Course projections appeared on the viewscreen as Spock continued. "Valiant maintained contact for nearly four months, sending back classifications and scan information in weekly bursts. Because of the great distance separating Valiant from the nearest Command Base, and the lack of anything beyond an early subspace transmitter, each day of travel at warp 3 put the ship another hour further from contact with her Command Base."
Spock called up the next slide in his briefing. "What occurs next is a reconstruction based on the available evidence. Even Captain Imbutu did not fully understand what was occurring aboard her ship." Spock paused a beat, taking in breath before continuing. "Imbutu admittedly pushed her crew far beyond what would have been considered the norm. The ship continued outward – beyond charted space. The ship dropped out of warp drive to take a mandated stellar fix. As the vehicle entered normal space, she encountered a bow-shock beyond the limits of then or now Earth-controlled space. The ship was damaged, and warp drive functions were quite limited."
Spock called up an engineering schematic of Valiant. "Of her four nacelles, only two remained functioning with any kind of reliability." Spock looked around the table, seeing the recognition of warp limitations in the faces of his crewmates.
"So," interjected Lieutenant Scott, "they were trapped beyond Earth territory, and most likely out of re-supply range."
"Precisely," replied Spock. "Imbutu ordered a course set for a previously charted Class M planet. They arrived there after three months. According to her log, Imbutu felt that the crew could either find native provisions or cultivate their own over the course of a few years; enough to supply a return journey, at least for a few members of the crew"
"But Spock," said Kelso, "that ‘return journey’ would have taken decades at low warp!"
"Indeed, it would have," said Spock. "But Imbutu would never have the chance to determine if her plan had the chance to succeed."
Spock pulled up another slide. "In the weeks following their planetfall, several members of the crew began developing unusual illnesses." Isolated statements from various medical logs described the early signs. "Each of the affected individuals had received burns during the bow-shock encounter, presumably caused by radiation exposure." Spock cocked his eyebrow. "Curiously, though," he continued, "none of the patients showed any other signs of radiation exposure. Only the burns."
"So," said Doctor Piper, "did their medical officer reach any conclusions."
"Yes," said Spock. "The conclusion of his life."
Piper looked confused.
"About three months into their stay on the planet, one of the patients killed the doctor and his nurse." Spock allowed the officers a moment to gather their thoughts together before he continued. "In all, eight of the sixty-two crew members were affected. They became increasingly belligerent, outspoken, creative, and intelligent. The one who killed the doctor and nurse led the remaining seven in an effort to take control of the ship."
"A mutiny?" breathed Kirk.
"Much more," said Spock. "More like a concerted effort to exterminate anyone aboard who did not share the 'superiority' of the eight."
"That doesn't make sense," said Dr. Elizabeth Dehner, the ship's psychiatrist. "Since the early days of space exploration, men and women have been closely watched for signs of psychological illness. Even today, we do not permit those with a tendency to homicide, suicide, or insanity to take positions of spacecraft. It would be a recipe for disaster!"
"I do not disagree with your assessment, Doctor Dehner," said Spock, "but the fact remains that eight members of Valiant's crew did, in fact, come, as you might call it, 'unhinged'. More than that, Doctor… they became quite violent, and equally manipulative."
Dehner shook her head in disbelief, "I just don't understand how that could be."
Mitchell spoke up. "I've served with hundreds, probably thousands of UESPA officers and specialists. No matter how unlikely it is for them to go nuts… I've seen it happen." Holding Dehner's gaze he drilled her, "Space is not always a friendly place."
Dehner leaned into the table, facing Mitchell. "Subcommander, when you get your…"
"Spock," Kirk stepped in and stopped the exchange. "Continue, please."
With a nod, Spock continued. "The eight crew members took a shuttle from the surface and forced their way aboard the Valiant, overriding the security systems. They then began making moves to take key areas of the ship. Imbutu tried to fight it, but realized that she was fighting a losing battle. Eventually one of the eight gained access to the ship's armory and began distributing weapons to his compatriots." Spock then paused, looking down momentarily before continuing. "The rest can be logically deduced."
"Logically deduced?" Dehner’s voice carried a sharp edge.
"Indeed," said Spock. "The eight became more and more violent by the hour, and began insisting that they were gods. Given their apparent abilities to control, or at least sway, the minds of their crewmates, Imbutu had little choice. Most of the crew was on the surface, and there was no hope of reinforcement. By the time a message could get to base informing them that something was amiss, nearly six months would have passed. Imbutu, fearing that the ‘possessed’ would truly be able to make good on their promises, and feeling herself nearly swayed by the leader of the eight crewmembers, elected to take the only option open to her to ensure that the eight would never be able to harm anyone else."
"You mean…" began Alden.
"Yes," said Spock. "Imbutu determined that the destruction of Valiant was the only way to prevent them from getting back to the planet or out into Earth-controlled space. She warped the ship out of orbit, and, in the midst of interstellar space, ordered the destruction of her ship in order to prevent the ‘infection’ from spreading."
A silence lingered over the assembled officers. Kirk broke it. "Did Imbutu signal the Command Base? It seems odd that a survey ship commander would not try to get a final signal away."
"The log is unclear," said Spock, "but even assuming that she did, the timing of Valiant's destruction is very close to that of the Valhalla Uprising on the Deneb Colony. Even if Imbutu signaled the ship's fate, it is very likely that word of that fate never reached Earth. Colonial and Terran priorities turned inward. Political struggles, failing economies, and the then-contemporary human propensity towards bloodshed and violence caused a breakdown of the fabric of that early interstellar society. Valiant simply joined the many outlying colonies and expeditions that became forgotten mysteries of the past.
The briefing room was quite for a time. It was Doctor Piper who spoke first. "What about the planet?" Piper paused as everyone turned their heads toward him. "Were there any... any survivors?"
"Spock?" inquired Kirk.
"We have retrieved a good deal of information concerning the mission of the Valiant and her fate." Spock nodded towards the viewscreen in the briefing room and continued.
"Valiant had been dispatched on a mission to chart for mineral-rich planetary bodies on the outer fringes of Earth-controlled space. Such missions were not uncommon in those early days of Terran space exploration, and, even in Valiant's time a few worlds had been colonized or otherwise secured for mining activities.
"After completing her initial survey" the viewer changed to show a middle aged African female with dark hair, skin, and eyes, "Command gave the ship's captain, Grace Imbutu, discretion to explore as she saw fit in order to give the widest-possible survey of resource potential in the territory under Earth's jurisdiction. When Imbutu signaled Headquarters with her plan to strike towards the fringes of mapped space, they approved."
Course projections appeared on the viewscreen as Spock continued. "Valiant maintained contact for nearly four months, sending back classifications and scan information in weekly bursts. Because of the great distance separating Valiant from the nearest Command Base, and the lack of anything beyond an early subspace transmitter, each day of travel at warp 3 put the ship another hour further from contact with her Command Base."
Spock called up the next slide in his briefing. "What occurs next is a reconstruction based on the available evidence. Even Captain Imbutu did not fully understand what was occurring aboard her ship." Spock paused a beat, taking in breath before continuing. "Imbutu admittedly pushed her crew far beyond what would have been considered the norm. The ship continued outward – beyond charted space. The ship dropped out of warp drive to take a mandated stellar fix. As the vehicle entered normal space, she encountered a bow-shock beyond the limits of then or now Earth-controlled space. The ship was damaged, and warp drive functions were quite limited."
Spock called up an engineering schematic of Valiant. "Of her four nacelles, only two remained functioning with any kind of reliability." Spock looked around the table, seeing the recognition of warp limitations in the faces of his crewmates.
"So," interjected Lieutenant Scott, "they were trapped beyond Earth territory, and most likely out of re-supply range."
"Precisely," replied Spock. "Imbutu ordered a course set for a previously charted Class M planet. They arrived there after three months. According to her log, Imbutu felt that the crew could either find native provisions or cultivate their own over the course of a few years; enough to supply a return journey, at least for a few members of the crew"
"But Spock," said Kelso, "that ‘return journey’ would have taken decades at low warp!"
"Indeed, it would have," said Spock. "But Imbutu would never have the chance to determine if her plan had the chance to succeed."
Spock pulled up another slide. "In the weeks following their planetfall, several members of the crew began developing unusual illnesses." Isolated statements from various medical logs described the early signs. "Each of the affected individuals had received burns during the bow-shock encounter, presumably caused by radiation exposure." Spock cocked his eyebrow. "Curiously, though," he continued, "none of the patients showed any other signs of radiation exposure. Only the burns."
"So," said Doctor Piper, "did their medical officer reach any conclusions."
"Yes," said Spock. "The conclusion of his life."
Piper looked confused.
"About three months into their stay on the planet, one of the patients killed the doctor and his nurse." Spock allowed the officers a moment to gather their thoughts together before he continued. "In all, eight of the sixty-two crew members were affected. They became increasingly belligerent, outspoken, creative, and intelligent. The one who killed the doctor and nurse led the remaining seven in an effort to take control of the ship."
"A mutiny?" breathed Kirk.
"Much more," said Spock. "More like a concerted effort to exterminate anyone aboard who did not share the 'superiority' of the eight."
"That doesn't make sense," said Dr. Elizabeth Dehner, the ship's psychiatrist. "Since the early days of space exploration, men and women have been closely watched for signs of psychological illness. Even today, we do not permit those with a tendency to homicide, suicide, or insanity to take positions of spacecraft. It would be a recipe for disaster!"
"I do not disagree with your assessment, Doctor Dehner," said Spock, "but the fact remains that eight members of Valiant's crew did, in fact, come, as you might call it, 'unhinged'. More than that, Doctor… they became quite violent, and equally manipulative."
Dehner shook her head in disbelief, "I just don't understand how that could be."
Mitchell spoke up. "I've served with hundreds, probably thousands of UESPA officers and specialists. No matter how unlikely it is for them to go nuts… I've seen it happen." Holding Dehner's gaze he drilled her, "Space is not always a friendly place."
Dehner leaned into the table, facing Mitchell. "Subcommander, when you get your…"
"Spock," Kirk stepped in and stopped the exchange. "Continue, please."
With a nod, Spock continued. "The eight crew members took a shuttle from the surface and forced their way aboard the Valiant, overriding the security systems. They then began making moves to take key areas of the ship. Imbutu tried to fight it, but realized that she was fighting a losing battle. Eventually one of the eight gained access to the ship's armory and began distributing weapons to his compatriots." Spock then paused, looking down momentarily before continuing. "The rest can be logically deduced."
"Logically deduced?" Dehner’s voice carried a sharp edge.
"Indeed," said Spock. "The eight became more and more violent by the hour, and began insisting that they were gods. Given their apparent abilities to control, or at least sway, the minds of their crewmates, Imbutu had little choice. Most of the crew was on the surface, and there was no hope of reinforcement. By the time a message could get to base informing them that something was amiss, nearly six months would have passed. Imbutu, fearing that the ‘possessed’ would truly be able to make good on their promises, and feeling herself nearly swayed by the leader of the eight crewmembers, elected to take the only option open to her to ensure that the eight would never be able to harm anyone else."
"You mean…" began Alden.
"Yes," said Spock. "Imbutu determined that the destruction of Valiant was the only way to prevent them from getting back to the planet or out into Earth-controlled space. She warped the ship out of orbit, and, in the midst of interstellar space, ordered the destruction of her ship in order to prevent the ‘infection’ from spreading."
A silence lingered over the assembled officers. Kirk broke it. "Did Imbutu signal the Command Base? It seems odd that a survey ship commander would not try to get a final signal away."
"The log is unclear," said Spock, "but even assuming that she did, the timing of Valiant's destruction is very close to that of the Valhalla Uprising on the Deneb Colony. Even if Imbutu signaled the ship's fate, it is very likely that word of that fate never reached Earth. Colonial and Terran priorities turned inward. Political struggles, failing economies, and the then-contemporary human propensity towards bloodshed and violence caused a breakdown of the fabric of that early interstellar society. Valiant simply joined the many outlying colonies and expeditions that became forgotten mysteries of the past.
The briefing room was quite for a time. It was Doctor Piper who spoke first. "What about the planet?" Piper paused as everyone turned their heads toward him. "Were there any... any survivors?"
"Unknown," responded Spock.
After several quiet moments, Kirk looked up. "I'm open to suggestions on how to proceed."
"I'd keep a verra wide berth between us and that bow-shock," said Scott.
"Scientific and medical studies of the bow-shock could prove useful." Spock, this time.
Kirk looked to his medical officer. "Doctor Piper?"
"Well, I agree, studies of the bow-shock could be useful – who knows, perhaps this is a new kind of radiation that we have never encountered before... but I am more concerned about the possibility of survivors."
"Well, if we are going to investigate, we're going to need to do some astrogational computation," said Kelso. "I'm going to have to plot out Valiant's log and try to get fixes on the bow-shock and the planet."
"Spock?" inquired Kirk.
"It should be possible to work with Lieutenant Kelso to accurately mape the area, taking stellar drift into account, of course. It would be in our best interests to avoid an abrupt encounter with the shock."
"I'd keep a verra wide berth between us and that bow-shock," said Scott.
"Scientific and medical studies of the bow-shock could prove useful." Spock, this time.
Kirk looked to his medical officer. "Doctor Piper?"
"Well, I agree, studies of the bow-shock could be useful – who knows, perhaps this is a new kind of radiation that we have never encountered before... but I am more concerned about the possibility of survivors."
"Well, if we are going to investigate, we're going to need to do some astrogational computation," said Kelso. "I'm going to have to plot out Valiant's log and try to get fixes on the bow-shock and the planet."
"Spock?" inquired Kirk.
"It should be possible to work with Lieutenant Kelso to accurately mape the area, taking stellar drift into account, of course. It would be in our best interests to avoid an abrupt encounter with the shock."
Scott piped in, "Or the planet."
A faint chuckle spread around the briefing room as a result of Scott's jest, but Kirk remained silent, considering all the information he had. Every eye in the briefing room was looking to him as he formulated a plan in his mind.
"Spock," Kirk said, "are the logs specific about the source of the bow-shock?"
"Negative," replied Spock. "Generally bow-shocks are created by supernovae, stellar collisions, nuclear explosions, or massive radiation storms. Without study of the bow-shock Valiant encountered, I cannot give you any reliable hypothesis about what created the shock."
Mitchell smiled, "Sounds like a mystery to me, Jim."
Kirk nodded, saying, "One we should probably solve." Kirk stood up, toggling a map of the local area onto the screen. "Other ships will be traveling out this way soon, and they'll need to know what they are facing."
Nods came from all around the table. Only Doctor Piper held out.
"Spock," Kirk said, "are the logs specific about the source of the bow-shock?"
"Negative," replied Spock. "Generally bow-shocks are created by supernovae, stellar collisions, nuclear explosions, or massive radiation storms. Without study of the bow-shock Valiant encountered, I cannot give you any reliable hypothesis about what created the shock."
Mitchell smiled, "Sounds like a mystery to me, Jim."
Kirk nodded, saying, "One we should probably solve." Kirk stood up, toggling a map of the local area onto the screen. "Other ships will be traveling out this way soon, and they'll need to know what they are facing."
Nods came from all around the table. Only Doctor Piper held out.
"Captain," said Piper, "I think we should make a survey of their planet our priority... if there are survivors...ur... children of any survivors..." Piper trailed off with a shrug.
The thought gave Kirk pause. Was it possible that, after all these years, the children of the Valiant crew might be alive on the planet? Would it make any difference if he visited those survivors now or in a few weeks?
"You have a point, Mark," said Kirk, "but I want to get to that bow-shock as soon as possible." He turned to his exec. "Gary," said Kirk, "coordinate with Mister Spock and Lieutenant Kelso, and get us on a course that bring us to the edge of the planetary system the Valiant logs report, together with a follow-on course that will bring us out of warp a safe distance from the bow-shock."
"Aye, sir," came Mitchell's response. Kirk nodded to him, and Mitchell in turn nodded to Spock and Kelso. Together the three rose and left the briefing room.
"Alden," Kirk said, "head down to communications and get a message off to several nearby Command Bases. Transmit the contents of Valiant's bouy and our intentions."
Alden rose and acknowledged the order with a nod before he left the briefing room.
Kirk rose from his seat, gave the remaining officers a considered look, and dismissed them. As they left the briefing room, Kirk toggled the briefing room screen back to the image of Grace Imbutu.
"What did you know?" he said out loud. "What secrets did you take to nothingness with you?" Kirk did not expect an answer today; but he did expect an answer. He could only hope that his answers would not come at the high price that Imbutu had to pay more than two hundred years ago.
"Aye, sir," came Mitchell's response. Kirk nodded to him, and Mitchell in turn nodded to Spock and Kelso. Together the three rose and left the briefing room.
"Alden," Kirk said, "head down to communications and get a message off to several nearby Command Bases. Transmit the contents of Valiant's bouy and our intentions."
Alden rose and acknowledged the order with a nod before he left the briefing room.
Kirk rose from his seat, gave the remaining officers a considered look, and dismissed them. As they left the briefing room, Kirk toggled the briefing room screen back to the image of Grace Imbutu.
"What did you know?" he said out loud. "What secrets did you take to nothingness with you?" Kirk did not expect an answer today; but he did expect an answer. He could only hope that his answers would not come at the high price that Imbutu had to pay more than two hundred years ago.