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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter One

  Captain’s Log, Stardate 44839.2:

  The Enterprise is en route to Beltaxiyan Minor, a Jaradan outpost in the Archimedes Sector. The Jarada, an exacting and reclusive race, have contacted the Federation with a request to negotiate an exchange of ambassadors. In addition, they specifically requested the services of the captain of the Enterprise as chief negotiator.

  Personal Log, Continuing:

  While I am only too happy to further peaceful relations between the Federation and its neighbors, the nature of this assignment is enough to give anyone pause. The Jaradan attitude toward protocol is as demanding as their isolationism is strict. One can’t help but wonder if there is more to their request than a simple exchange of ambassadors.

  “COMMENTS, ANYONE?” Captain Jean-Luc Picard glanced around the table in his ready room to see which of his officers wanted to add something to the briefing. Riker, Geordi, Troi, Crusher, and Worf all wore frowns of varying degrees, telegraphing their opinions as clearly as if they had spoken. Only Lieutenant Commander Data, his golden eyes alight with anticipation at the discoveries he had made about their assignment, seemed oblivious to the tension in the room. So be it, Picard thought, recognizing the signs of an imminent lecture. “Mr. Data, would you give us your report, please?”

  “Certainly, Captain.” The android cocked his head to one side, as if to better analyze his information as he reported it. “I have run searches on all available databases, including every classified system to which I could gain access in the time available. I have located fifteen references to the Jarada that have been recorded in the last five years. Unfortunately, the only report that is not based on second-hand or hearsay information is our own contact with the Jarada at Torona IV on Stardate 41997.7.”

  Commander William Riker leaned forward, his elbows on the table and the forefingers of his clasped hands pointed toward Data. The frown on his handsome face had deepened while Data had been speaking. “In other words, we know as much about this situation as anyone.”

  “I believe that would be a correct analysis, Commander. There is very little information to support any conclusions about the Jarada or their motives.”

  Dr. Beverly Crusher looked up from the dark polished surface of the table, brushing her red hair away from her face with an impatient flip of her hand. “The same goes for their biology and social structure. I’ve gone over everything I could find and I still don’t know enough to draw any conclusions. We know they are insectlike, but I can’t even tell you what the appropriate model is. Is their society analogous to that of Earth’s ants? Or bees? Or termites?” She shrugged, lifting her empty palms to emphasize the gesture. “Perhaps a model from a different planet would be more appropriate. I just don’t know.”

  “Understood, Doctor.” Picard’s fingers tightened around his stylus, a concession to his frustration even though he had expected the negative reports. If the assignment had been easy, Starfleet would not have given it to the Enterprise. “Mr. La Forge, do you have anything to say?”

  “About the orbit?” Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge looked up, breaking the intense concentration he had been giving his computer padd. As he moved his head, the room’s lights danced off the gold and silver band of his VISOR. “It will be tricky, but nothing the ship can’t handle. The orbital dynamics are fairly complicated because of the large number of objects in the Beltaxiyan system. Our biggest problems will come in the first few hours, while we collect enough information on the system to define our orbit and the orbits of everything in the area.”

  “Mr. La Forge is correct.” Data glanced at the chief engineer before returning his attention to the captain. “The Beltaxiyan system has not been thoroughly explored by Federation researchers. Our information indicates that there are two planets within the star’s habitable zone. Beltaxiyan Major is a gas giant with a mass approximately twice that of Jupiter. Beltaxiyan Minor follows a highly inclined orbit around the gas giant, with an orbital period of five Earth days. Beltaxiyan Minor’s rotational period is locked into a three to two resonance with its orbital period. The system also contains a large number of smaller satellites and moonlets as well as several other planets in distant orbits, but we have insufficient information—”

  “Thank you, Mr. Data. That will be all for now.” In spite of his best intentions, Picard could not completely conceal his impatience with the android’s lecture on orbital mechanics. The complexity of the Beltaxiyan system and the inadequacy of their knowledge added to the difficulty of their mission, but only Data could find material for an hour’s lecture on the subject. A flicker of amused affection passed through the captain’s mind and his mood softened. The prospect of dealing with the Jarada had them all a little on edge.

  Picard closed his eyes briefly, remembering their last encounter with the Jarada. He had spent days practicing the required fifteen-second greeting until his pronunciation and intonation had been perfect. Even now, the memory of that tense moment when they all waited to hear if he had passed the Jaradan test left his palms slick with nervous perspiration. No, this assignment would not be an easy one. That the Jarada had contacted the Federation suggested that they wanted something—and wanted it badly. It was his job—and the Enterprise’s—to discover what the Jarada wanted as quickly as possible, before prolonged contact gave them too many opportunities to unwittingly make a serious diplomatic faux pas. “Does anyone have something to add to the discussion?”

  “Only that the away team cannot be too careful while they’re on the planet.” Riker rubbed his hand along his jaw, scraping it against his short, dark beard. “The mission profile contains very little information. Nothing there convinces me that the Jarada aren’t playing a double game. We can’t relax even the slightest bit until we know what they want.”

  “Agreed.” Picard glanced at each of his senior officers, making sure that they understood the difficulties facing them. “If there are no further quest
ions, meeting dismissed.”

  “Keiko sweetheart, I don’t see why the captain insisted that you go on this mission.” Transporter Chief Miles O’Brien’s face was creased with a worried frown as he watched his wife flip through the list of reference texts on her computer. She seemed so tiny, so fragile, and he didn’t like to think of her facing the unknown risks of Beltaxiyan Minor.

  For her part, Keiko was hunched over the screen as if to block out his concern with the intensity of her concentration. Frustrated by her lack of response, O’Brien looked for another way to get her attention. “This could be a dangerous mission, sweetheart. Don’t you think someone else should be the one to go down to the planet? Someone better equipped to handle a bunch of overgrown locusts?”

  “Dangerous?” Keiko finally looked up, grimacing at the taste of the word that had caught her attention. “Dangerous? A diplomatic mission?”

  Taken aback by her tone, O’Brien could only stare at her for a moment. “Well, yes. We know so little about these people, and they’re very touchy.” He paused to regroup his thoughts. “Shouldn’t the captain have assigned, maybe, Deyllar to go instead?”

  “Deyllar? That big ox?” Keiko’s tone shifted from anger to open contempt. “All he knows is how to catalog plants after someone tells him what they are.” She drew in a deep breath, trying to curb her annoyance. “I volunteered for this assignment. I signed aboard the Enterprise to do field work, not sit in some office going over somebody else’s specimens.”

  “But don’t you think it would be better if you left this particular planet for someone else? Such as one of the officers who normally handles these assignments?”

  Turning her chair to face him, Keiko planted her fists on her hips. Anger made her lovely face as dark as a thundercloud. “Miles, just because I married you doesn’t mean I need you to tell me how to do my job. Do I tell you how to fix the transporters? I am the person best able to handle this assignment. I’m going and that’s final.” She spun her chair away from him, focusing her attention on the computer with intense concentration.

  “But, sweetheart, what about our six-month anniversary? Don’t you remember?” Frustration sharpened O’Brien’s tone, which he fought to keep even. He had put a lot of care into planning the special private evening that would celebrate the anniversary of their first meeting.

  “Our what?” Scowling, Keiko pulled herself away from her work again. Her forgetfulness sent a flare of anger through O’Brien, but before he could say anything, Keiko’s expression shifted to exasperation. “Miles, that’s three days from now. If you don’t stop interrupting me, it will take me that long to get ready for this assignment!”

  Before O’Brien could muster a new set of arguments, his communicator chirped. With a sigh he acknowledged the signal. Commander La Forge needed him in the transporter room to check the equipment calibrations against the incoming data for the Beltaxiyan system. The radiation readings, even this far from Bel-Major’s magnetic field, exceeded the Enterprise’s normal operating range.

  “You’re concerned about the mission, Will.” Deanna Troi’s lilting voice was soft, pitched for Riker’s ears only even though Ten-Forward was almost deserted. Later, there would be an influx of friends meeting for lunch, but for now, only one other table on the far side of the room was occupied. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  Riker sighed and took a bite of his sandwich to delay his answer. Through the viewport beside their table, he could see the growing points of light that marked the Beltaxiyan system—the hot yellow-white disk of the sun, the bright spot that marked the gas giant Bel-Major, the dimmer pinpricks of Bel-Minor and the system’s lesser satellites. This complex system would make a fascinating study if it weren’t for the puzzle of the Jarada. “It’s just that, the last time we had dealings with these people, they didn’t want to speak with me. I was just a—I believe ‘mere subordinate’ was the term they used. Now they’ve invited me to their world as an honored guest. Do you wonder that I’m a bit jumpy about the situation?”

  “Not at all.” Troi smiled at the relief she sensed her words had given him. “In fact, I would be concerned if you weren’t a little nervous. Facing the unknown with too much complacency has gotten more than a few men killed.”

  “You sure know how to reassure a person.” He said the words deadpan, but after a moment his face cracked into a grin.

  Troi chuckled with him. “It is my job, you know. Someone has to keep you command types grounded in reality.”

  “Touché.” Riker turned his attention to his lunch, polishing it off quickly so he could get back to duty. He hadn’t really been hungry, but he knew they would be too busy later for him to take a break. As it was, he finished ahead of Troi. While he waited for her, he allowed himself the luxury of admiring how the glow from the table painted golden highlights on her cheekbones and disappeared into the midnight cascade of her hair. Friends and once more than friends, the understanding between them was part of the teamwork that made the Enterprise such a special place for him. “Don’t you have any doubts about this mission?” he asked as Troi finished her sandwich.

  Briefly, she considered the question and her answer. “Of course I have doubts. We don’t have enough information about the Jarada or their situation.” She stood and started away from the table, flashing him a grin over her shoulder. “However, if we had more information, we would have to wonder how much of it was wrong. If you’re after certainties in this universe, Will, you’ll have to deal with something other than living beings.”

  Nodding to himself, Riker followed her from the room. As many times as he had seen her do it, as often as he reminded himself that it was her job, it still amazed him when she gave him the perfect response for a given mood and situation.

  Lieutenant Commander Data watched the Beltaxiyan system approach on the viewscreen, marveling at the variety of objects that orbited the Beltaxiyan star and the intricacy of their orbits. One part of his brain piloted the ship, monitoring their approach through the asteroid belts and outer planets, while other parts studied the orbits of Bel-Major’s companions, logged four irregularly shaped moonlets circling Bel-Minor, correlated the wind-speed variations across Bel-Major’s latitudinal belts, and cross-checked the radiation levels reported by their sensors with the most recent models for stellar processes in the yellow-white stars.

  The readings for Beltaxiya were higher than expected, about two standard deviations above average, and finding an explanation for the discrepancy promised to be an intriguing problem for him to solve while the away team was on the planet’s surface. He checked the radiation levels again to assure himself that they presented no danger to the Enterprise or its crew, but found no cause for alarm. The humans would have to remain on one of the smaller worldlets for several weeks before the radiation dosage would give them problems. On Bel-Minor, even though the background radiation was higher than recommended for permanent human settlement, the planet’s magnetic field would provide sufficient protection for several months. The only problem the radiation might cause would be distortions of the sensor readings proportional to the radiation flux, but since they weren’t planning to do any detailed planetary scans on this mission, he didn’t need to worry about compensating for the variations.

  Turning his attention to more immediate concerns, Data began refining his orbital calculations for the ship’s approach to Bel-Minor. Unlike a normal planetary system, holding a “standard orbit” around Bel-Minor put the Enterprise into an extremely complicated cloverleaf orbit around Bel-Major. In addition, they had to avoid Bel-Minor’s small moons, Bel-Major’s mostly uncharted satellites, and the assorted asteroids that cluttered the resonance points of the various orbits. Someday, Data supposed, a mathematician would discover a general solution to describe the paths of multiple bodies orbiting the same primary, but until then the only way to solve the problem was by successive approximations. He excelled at such work, where his unique abilities could be used to their fullest. Clearly, he
had gotten the best job out of this assignment, being left in command of the Enterprise, where he could study this complex and intriguing planetary system while the others beamed over to Bel-Minor. He supposed he should add diplomacy to his list of studies, but today it seemed far less interesting than the scientific puzzles that were spreading themselves across the viewscreen.

  * * *

  Worf watched Beltaxiyan Minor grow from a point to a disk on the main viewscreen, each minute bringing closer the moment when they would leave the ship to carry out their mission. He was not pleased with their orders, did not agree with Starfleet’s decision which placed both the captain and the first officer at risk on the planet below. Commander Riker was correct—they could not afford to relax their vigilance for even a second.

  Starfleet should not have required both senior officers as well as most of the command crew to be present for the negotiations. Worf did not like those orders. He did not like them at all. Diplomacy should be handled by diplomats, and the Federation should not have accepted the Jaradan terms which required the captain of the Enterprise to be the chief negotiator.

  Calling up what little information the ship’s computer had on the Jarada, Worf reviewed it for the fifth time since the briefing. He did not trust these beings, these insectlike creatures who provided so little information about themselves and yet expected everyone to meet them on the precise terms they dictated. Trust was a thing that must be earned, and the Jarada seemed to be going out of their way to irritate him. Everything Worf knew about them so far reminded him of Federation bureaucrats—their love of protocol and precedence, of precise timetables and schedules set without consulting the other party. He found it difficult to believe that such persnickety creatures had anything to offer the Federation.

  At least the captain was taking a reasonable approach to security on this assignment. Worf had no real interest in meeting the Jarada and having them confirm his worst expectations about them, but he had even less desire to allow the captain out of his sight. As long as Worf was included on the away team, he knew that nothing would happen to Captain Picard. The reason for that was very simple—he would not allow anything to happen.