A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

(Part 12 will be delayed a week to make room for something seasonal. Also, I have one more plot point I want to introduce and I’m hoping a delay will give me time to figure out how to do it.)

Previously on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

M’Benga entered the observation deck and dropped into a chair, exhausted. “Commander Ortegas is stable,” he said, directing a pointed look at Kirk and McCoy. “We weren’t fully stocked when we set out and a lot of our equipment was damaged in the battle. Fortunately, Christine happens to be an expert in archaeological medicine. She was able to evacuate the subdural hematoma.”

“Like something out of the dark ages,” McCoy said, wryly, “But it worked.” He shook his head guiltily. “There might be some permanent impairment. We won’t know until we get her back to Starfleet Medical for a full exam.”

Jim Kirk’s attention shifted to the frantic repairs to the warp core below. “It’s bad, Captain,” La’an explained. “Shield control is completely destroyed. One torpedo tube, but the loading mechanism is inoperable. We have partial main power, but damage to the plasma cooling systems means we can only maintain warp for a few seconds at a time.”

“The mind is its own place, and in it self can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven,” Pike said, grimly. “Reliant is still jamming subspace communications. Without it, we have no way to warn Starfleet. With Reliant’s access codes and Una’s expertise, they could make it all the way to Earth. And with Genesis…”

“I should have seen it,” Kirk said, angrily. “I got caught with my britches down. I must be getting senile.”

“Jim, you couldn’t have guessed-” McCoy tried to comfort him.

Kirk pushed him away. “I was brash. I was impulsive. If I’d left Genesis back on Regula…”

“He would’ve found another way,” Pike said. “This isn’t your fault. La’an, you’re the closest thing we have to an expert on Khan.” With a deep sigh, he added, “And on Una. There has to be some way to stop them. We have a little time while they fix their engines, but not much.”

La’an considered this. “Admiral… I’m finding it hard to believe Una would side with Khan. Even after…”

“It would be illogical for Lieutenant Commander Chin-Riley to resist,” Xon said. “Khan would simply dispose of her. She is already a convicted criminal under Federation law; her most rational course of action would be to ally with Khan, at least until an opportunity to escape to neutral space presents itself.”

“I agree with La’an,” Pike said. “Una wouldn’t betray us.”

“She may not have had a choice,” Jim said. “Those parasites Khan used on Terrell and Ortegas.”

“If that’s true, her Ilyrian physiology might give her some limited resistance,” M’Benga said.

Kirk nodded. “Khan might not have known about Reliant’s prefix code, but Commander Chin-Riley would have. She didn’t warn him.”

“So we can’t trust Una, but neither can Khan,” Pike concluded.

“He’s used to inspiring absolute, unwavering loyalty,” La’an said. “Now that she’s proven herself, it won’t occur to him to question her.”

“Which means that if we give her an opening, she might be able to take him by surprise,” Kirk said.

“Khan is brilliant,” La’an said. “But he’s also obsessive. Single-minded. On Earth, he was brought down by a sort of Trojan Horse. There was one particular geneticist, Khan believed he needed him to create new augments. The international coalition used him as bait to draw Khan out.”

“Bait,” Pike said. “Me. He wants me.”

Kirk nodded. “He was close to finding Genesis on Regula, but he dropped it to set a trap for you.”

“So what do we do, stand on a corner and shout ‘Yoo hoo!’?” McCoy asked.

“That’s exactly what we do,” Pike said. “Right now, he doesn’t know where we are. Whatever move he’s planning, he’s hoping to draw us out. Bring us to him. Bring me to him.”

“So we flip the script,” Kirk said. “Bring him to us.”

“We’re sending out invitations to our own funeral, now?” McCoy said with growing incredulity.

“Doctor McCoy is right,” La’an said. “In our present state, we’re no match for Reliant.”

“Maybe there’s a way to even the odds,” Kirk said.

As the others started to file out, Saavik paused. “Captain Kirk,” she said, “May I ask you a question?”

“What’s on your mind, Lieutenant?”

“Sir…” she was reluctant. “Your brother mentioned the Kobayashi Maru.”

Pike also stopped. “Are you asking if we’re playing out that scenario now?”

“Do you mind telling me what you did, sir? I’d like to know.”

La’an and McCoy exchanged a look. She rolled her eyes. It was McCoy who spoke. “Lieutenant, you are looking at the only Starfleet cadet who ever beat the no-win scenario.”

Saavik was confused. “But how?”

Kirk smiled, painfully. It was Pike who spoke. “He cheated.”

“I reprogrammed the parameters of the scenario. Made it possible to rescue the ship,” Kirk admitted.

“The academic tribunal was divided on whether to expel you or give you a commendation for original thinking,” Pike said.

“Six to three,” Kirk said. “It wasn’t that close.”

“Then you never faced that situation, faced death?” Saavik asked.

He looked out the observation window, wryly. He seemed about to say something, but Pike cut him off. “Captain Kirk doesn’t accept the premise of the no-win scenario. Battle stations, Mister Saavik. Jim, walk with me?”

He let the younger captain around the longer route to the secondary companionway. “Sam was a friend,” Pike said. “I won’t pretend it’s the same for me as it was for you.”

“Saavik was right,” Kirk said. “I’ve never faced death. Not like this. I’ve cheated death, talked my way out of it, but I’ve never looked it in the face.”

“This isn’t your fault, Jim,” Pike said. “It’s mine. I hesitated.”

“You didn’t want to assume an attack posture against a Starfleet ship,” Kirk said. “I might have done the same thing myself.”

“Not just now,” Pike said. “I hesitated now, and I hesitated twenty years ago. I knew what my duty was with Khan, but after what happened with Una, I wanted to believe there was a better way. That’s what I do, Jim. I… obsess, over the possibilities. I’m not like you. You don’t hesitate.”

“I did once,” Kirk said. “My first tour, back on Farragut. I… I won’t go into it. But I froze. Just for a second. And people died. Ever since then, I’ve been determined to only regret the things I’ve done, not the things I haven’t.”

“You and I haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, but I admire your… clarity,” Pike said. “We’re about to go into battle with half a ship against one of the greatest tactical minds of human history. I need a Number One who can back me up, someone I can trust to act in the moment, without hesitation. I need a Number One who doesn’t believe in the no-win scenario.”

Jim stiffened. “Aye aye, Admiral.”

Previously on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

 

It had, in fact, been years since Jim Kirk had taken hands-on approach to computer hacking. He struggled to lock out command protocols, but he couldn’t do it indefinitely. To his left, Ortegas swayed as she tried to line Galileo up with Enterprise’s hangar bay doors. They parted with painful slowness. “They’re kicking me out,” Kirk said. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep their phasers down.”

“Just a second,” Ortegas said. There was no procedure for what they were trying, and she’d had to disable all the computer-assisted navigation, which would only force them out of such a suicidal maneuver. She could only see out of one eye, her heart felt like it was going to tear itself out of her chest, and the pain in her head made her hands shake. She visualized the shape of the shuttlecraft, imagining it between the hangar bay doors, saw the path from their current position to the Enterprise. Too soon, and the shuttle would tear itself in half on the doors. One more second. “Now.” She tapped the thruster controls. Galileo jumped forward.

She was just a fraction too low. The shuttle’s nacelles sheared off against the leading edge of the runway, but the body of the shuttle skidded narrowly between the doors. The bay’s automatic landing controls tried and failed to control what had become an unguided missile that tore up the deck plates. The tractor beam failed, then the safety force field. Explosive bolts deployed a dense nanofiber webbing across the middle of the bay, the last defense before the heavy tritanium bulkhead that would smash a crashing shuttle to pieces to protect the Enterprise’s interior. The webbing pulled taught, stretched to its limit, but held. The remains of the shuttle listed to one side as it slid to a halt just feet shy of the bulkhead.

“Galileo is aboard,” Sulu reported.

“Finally,” Pike sighed.

“Reliant locking phasers,” La’an shouted.

“Engineering, main power now!” Pike demanded. “Sulu, hit it!”

A phaser beam lashed out from Reliant, but met only empty space as the Enterprise jumped to warp.

The battered ship dropped out of warp only a few seconds later, but it was long enough to take them out of Reliant’s compromised sensor range. Pike left La’an in command and jogged to the hangar bay.

By the time he got there, it had repressurized. McCoy and M’Benga were carrying Ortegas from the crashed shuttle. “Erica?” Pike asked, surprised.

One eye flicked open, briefly. “Give the word, Admiral,” she rasped.

He put his hand on her shoulder. “The word is given. Warp speed.”

She blacked out. M’Benga gave Pike a hopeless look. Pike turned to Kirk, still getting his footing against the shuttle. “Erica was on Reliant,” Pike said. “Khan?”

Kirk nodded. “He attacked Regula I. Killed almost everyone. Chris… he got Genesis. It’s all my fault.”

Pike waved off the apology. “What about David?” he asked.

“He’s here,” Kirk said. “We had to leave Carol and the others behind.”

“And the rest of Reliant’s crew?”

“Captain Terrell is dead,” Kirk said. “Khan used some kind of parasite on them. We got the one in Commander Ortegas, but I’m not sure how bad the damage is. The rest of the crew was marooned on Ceti Alpha V. It doesn’t sound like they’ll last long, the planet is uninhabitable.”

“I don’t understand. Ceti Alpha V was class M.”

“Not anymore,” Kirk said. “Khan thinks you set him up.”

Pike looked away. “I should have gone back. Should have checked on him.”

“Don’t think that would’ve helped,” McCoy interjected. “From the sound of it I don’t think this Khan fellow was, uh,” he tapped his temple, “Firing on all thrusters.”

The intercom beeped. “Admiral Pike, this is sickbay,” came Doctor Chapel’s voice. “You need to get down here. It’s the captain. If Jim Kirk is with you, he should come too. Admiral, you’d better hurry.”

“Sam?” Kirk asked. Pike’s expression was all the answer he needed.

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“There’s just too much organ damage,” Chapel said. “I don’t have a working medical stasis chamber, and even if I did… I think the best we can do is delay the inevitable. I’m sorry.”

“It should’ve been me,” Pike said, wryly. “He pushed me out of harm’s way. He never even wanted his own command.”

Jim knelt down beside the biobed. “Sam,” he said. He squeezed his brother’s hand.

Sam coughed. “Jim?” His eyes flickered. “Did you…. David?”

“Yes,” Jim said. “He’s safe.”

Sam managed a nod. “That’s good. Worth it then. Hold on to him.” He coughed again. The biobed indicators fell. “Jim… You know, they don’t give us the Kobyashi Maru test in the science track. I never took it until now. Maybe not as extravagant as your solution, but what do you think?”

“Sam…”

“Grieve later,” Sam rasped. “You’ve got a ship to save.” His focus drifted past Jim, settling into the distance. A sharp intake of breath, and he said simply, “Oh my.” The biobed droned its alarm as his life signs faded.

A sudden surge of violent anger overtook Jim as he closed his eyes, trembling. The unfairness of it. It burst out of him in a sudden, violent, primal scream, “Khan!”

 

Previously, on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

“Prefix code?” Saavik asked. “I don’t understand.”

Jim continued to try to shake Ortegas back to consciousness. “You have to learn how things work on a starship,” he said.

M’Benga nodded. “Of course.” He looked to Saavik. “He’s betting that Khan thinks of computer security in terms of physical access. That it wouldn’t occur to him to change the cipher key that identifies the command console to the main computer.”

“First rule of space piracy,” Jim said. “Steal a ship, change the wifi password.”

The communication console trilled. “Galileo, this is Enterprise.” Jim recognized his brother’s voice. “Jim, we’re moving into position. We don’t have a lot of time. We’re going to attempt emergency landing plan… B.”

“B?” Saavik said, questioningly.

“As in barricade,” Jim realized. “Damn. Bones, can you get her on her feet?” he indicated Ortegas. “I don’t think I can pull this off without her.”

“Have to try cordrazine,” McCoy said.

“Dammit, man,” M’Benga protested. “You have no idea what kind of cerebral trauma she’s suffered. You could trigger a massive hemorrhage.”

“Doctors,” Jim said, urgently, “We’re about to hit by a photon torpedo.”

M’Benga surrendered and allowed McCoy to inject Ortegas. She sat up instantly, panting.

“Commander,” Jim said, helping her into the pilot’s seat, “Can you fly? There’s not much time.”

She seemed confused but she nodded. Jim continued. “Do you know if Khan reset Reliant’s prefix code? If we can take down their weapons for a few seconds, we might have a chance.”

“Incoming,” Saavik dispassionately reported. A red glow emanated from one of Reliant’s torpedo launchers. A bright ball of energy flew toward them.

Suddenly, there was Enterprise, filling the space between Reliant and the shuttle.

Ortegas stirred, muttered, “One six three zero nine.”

Enterprise reeled as it took the torpedo head-on. The bridge exploded.

Xon was thrown from his console as the panel beside him exploded. Uhura’s chair broke, dropping her face-first into the communications station, but she managed to right herself despite the pain and keep desperately working to coordinate repair efforts across the ship. Sulu felt something pop out of place in his shoulder as his death-grip on the helm just barely kept him in his seat.

Sam Kirk landed on his back when he hit the deck. That was why he saw it first. That last hit had damaged one of the structural columns supporting the dome of the bridge. The heavy post pulled away from the ceiling and started to tumble, pulling with it some of the high-energy conduit that fed the bridge’s defenses. “Chris!” Sam shouted. Pike fell backward toward his seat. Sam sprang to his feet with a speed that belied his years and threw himself shoulder-first into the Admiral. Pike didn’t have time to respond before he was thrown away from the Captain’s chair and to the deck. The metal beam caught Sam across the back, driving him back down to the deck. There was a shower of sparks as the still-energized cabling grounded through him, burning his uniform.

On Reliant, Khan’s patience ran out. “Finish them,” he ordered. Joachim initiated the firing sequence.

Pike shouted for a medic, struggling to process what was happening, but a shout from La’an forced his attention back to the viewscreen. Reliant’s torpedo launcher lit up again… And went dark.

“Our shields are dropping!” Joachim shouted in alarm.

“Raise them!” Khan demanded.

Joachim slammed his fists on the console. “I can’t!”

Khan shot Una an accusatory work. She casually looked at a nearby display. “Who was in charge of securing the main computer?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Can you restore control?” Khan asked.

Una’s fingers flew over the controls. “It’ll take a second. You really should’ve changed the prefix code.”

“Reliant dropping shields,” Xon said as he returned to his station.

There was no time to question it. “La’an, Fire!” Pike shouted.

A bolt of red lashed out from Enterprise. It traced its way across the rear of Reliant’s saucer, cutting a dark burn toward the dome at the top of the smaller ship’s engine column. The second bolt hit the dome squarely. The illumination in Reliant’s nacelles flickered with the power interruption.

On Reliant’s bridge, a mass of cabling dropped from the ceiling. Khan took it on the shoulder, straining to remain on his feet. A normal human would have been pinned by the weight. Behind him, someone grabbed a fire extinguisher to use on a sparking console. Khan grabbed Joachim and demanded he return fire.

“We can’t fire, sir!” he shouted.

“Why? Why can’t you?”

“They’ve damaged photon control and warp drive.”

“We should withdraw,” Una said. “Enterprise isn’t going anywhere.”

“No!” Khan insisted. “Phasers?”

“Almost there,” Una said. “Whoever he is, he knows his way around command protocols.”

 

Previously on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

“We’re too late,” M’Benga said.

“Saavik, how bad is it?” Jim Kirk asked.

“Impossible to say at this distance,” she answered. “I am detecting neither a warp core signature nor impulse emissions, suggesting that main and auxiliary power are both down.”

“Does Enterprise have weapons?” Kirk asked.

“Minimal power readings from forward phaser banks. No weapons lock. At best, they have minimal phaser capability.”

“There’s got to be something we can do,” David said.

“Should I try to raise Enterprise?” Terrell asked, rubbing the side of his head.

“Any sign Reliant has seen us yet?” Kirk asked Saavik.

“We wouldn’t be here if they did,” McCoy said, wryly.

“Stand by, Captain,” Kirk said. He thought for a moment and gestured Saavik, McCoy and M’Benga aside.

“Doctor,” he said, “You said Khan is from the twentieth century, right? How is he flying a starship?”

“He’s extremely intelligent. Photographic memory, absolutely brilliant strategist.” M’Benga glanced away for a moment, remembering. “Twenty years ago, before we realized who he was, he had access to the ship’s computer. Within a few hours he had picked up enough to take control of key systems. I’m sure he’s spent decades going over what he learned in that time.”

“How?” Kirk asked.

“He was able to identify a key system interconnect and physically destroyed it. Just smashed it to pieces with his bare hands. It isolated primary control systems so that he could bypass security lockouts on life support.”

“Physically…” Kirk thought. “So his knowledge of our systems is twenty years out of date, and he’s got a twentieth-century mindset. So it’s possible… Saavik, punch up the data charts for Reliant’s command console.”

“Reliant’s command?” she asked.

“Hurry.” Kirk stepped back. “Captain Terrell, get ready to contact Enterprise. They’re only going to get one shot at this, the timing is going to be hard.”

“Harder than you think, I’m afraid,” Terrell said. Kirk turned to see the phaser. Then motion to his other side as Ortegas stood, her own phaser drawn, covering all six of the others. Past her, on the viewscreen, Reliant had turned to face them.

“Erica?” M’Benga asked.

“Sorry Joseph,” she said.

Terrell reached back with his free hand and activated the communications system. “Do you have the coordinates, your excellency?” he asked.

“I have indeed, Captain. You have done well.”

Kirk’s eyes flicked to the side at the whine of a transporter. The genesis device dissolved in a blue glow.

“You can’t! You son of a bitch!” David shouted. He leapt toward Terrell. The captain’s phaser fired. Kirk instinctively moved to put himself between them.

Jeddah did as well. He was faster. Only the first hint of his scream was audible as his body burned out of existence. David crumpled with a whimper.

“Please, don’t move,” Terrell said. He rubbed the side of his head again. His phaser remained raised, but his hand trembled. “We await your commands, excellency.”

“Kill the others,” said Khan. “All of them.”

Terrell hesitated. “Sir… it is difficult.”

“Kill them, Terrell. Now.”

The tremble had become a full shake. “I try to obey, but…”

Terrell thrust his phaser toward Kirk, a look of wild desperation on his face. He strained, as though the weapon was fighting him. He mouthed a silent, “I’m sorry,” and before anyone could stop him, he put the phaser to his own head and pulled the trigger.

Kirk reacted on instinct, swinging to his side in the hope of catching Ortegas off-guard. The blow didn’t connect, but it didn’t need to. She dropped her own phaser and was clutching the sides of her head. She fell to the deck, screaming. Kirk took her fallen phaser while M’Benga crouched beside her scanning with his tricorder. “I don’t understand this, I’m not reading anything, but…”

A rivulet of blood ran down from her ear. A moment later, two long structures emerged, something between mandibles and antennae. The rest of the creature wriggled free, something alien and threatening, almost like an armored slug. “The hell?” M’Benga asked.

Reflexively sickened, Kirk vaporized it. Saavik moved to the flight control panel Ortegas has abandoned. “Captain, Reliant is locking weapons.”

There was no time for restraint or even sympathy. Kirk shook Ortegas violently. “Commander! Erica!”

She stirred, glazed. “Prefix code!” Kirk demanded. “Reliant’s prefix code. Now, or we’re all dead.”

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“Reliant is closing on the shuttle,” La’an said.

“Dammit, Jim,” Sam said. “Always with the heroics.”

“Xon, where’s those phasers?” Pike demanded. “Sulu, get us between them.”

“Nearly there, sir,” Xon said.

“Trouble maneuvering, sir,” Sulu said. “I still don’t have auxiliary power.”

Sam tapped a control. “Engineering, we’re out of time.”

“We’re still overheating,” answered the voice on the intercom. “Energizer’s bypassed like a Christmas tree. If I bring the mains back on-line, I can get you a few seconds of power, but it won’t hold.”

“Standby,” Pike ordered. “Uhura, get me Reliant.”

“Channel open, Admiral.”

“Khan!” Pike shouted. “This is between you and me. They don’t have anything to do with it.”

There was no response. “Reliant is powering weapons.”

“Xon?” Pike asked.

“Phasers ready,” Xon warned, “But we cannot penetrate their shields.”

“Lock on their main reactor. Maybe we can distract them.”

Sam asked, “Can we beam them aboard?”

Xon shook his head. “Plasma leaks on deck seven are interfering with transporter operations.”

“Sulu,” Sam said, “Can you line us up to give them a straight shot to the shuttle bay without exposing them to Reliant?”

“I’ll try, sir,” Sulu answered. He looked to Pike. “That will put key areas in the line of fire, including the bridge.”

“Do it,” Pike said. “And stand by warp. Get in. Get them. Get out.”

Previously on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

The viewscreen flickered, digital artifacts rolling across the image as the video processors struggled to correct for the signal lost to the massive damage across the ship. Pike squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of the impossible.

“Christopher Pike. You’re still alive, my old friend.”

La’an took a step toward the screen. The color drained from her face. “Is that…” she tried.

“Khan?” Pike asked, uncertain.

“So, you still remember me, Admiral,” Khan mused. “I cannot help but be touched. I, of course, still remember you.”

“Khan?” Pike asked again. “What is this? How? Why?”

“Surely I have made my meaning plain, Admiral,” Khan smiled. “I mean to avenge myself upon you. First, I deprive your ship of power and when I swing around, I mean to deprive you of your life. But for now, you live, and so I wanted you to know who it was who had beaten you.”

It took Pike a second to compose himself. That break gave La’an time to lose the battle she was fighting for self-control. She stepped into the frame of the viewscreen. “Khan. Noonien. Singh.” There was another word, too. Her lips formed it but she could put no sound behind it. “Monster.”

“You destroyed that colony. Killed all those people,” she accused.

Khan regarded the interloper with haughty curiosity. “I don’t know you,” he said. “And yet, your face is not unfamiliar.”

Her features twisted into rage. “Commander La’an Noonien-Singh,” she said through clenched teeth.

Khan smiled. “Of course. You’re from Mannu’s line, aren’t you? A reunion of many sorts. Truly this is an auspicious occasion.”

“Murderer,” she spat. “There were four thousand people on Salius.”

Khan’s smile twisted into a sneer. “I merely liberated a political prisoner from unjust confinement.”

He made a beckoning gesture to his side, and Una Chin-Riley stepped into the frame of the viewscreen. “Sorry, Chris,” she said, her face expressionless. “I wish there had been another way. Do the smart thing. There’s too much blood on your hands already. You were never good at protecting your right.”

He refused to look Una in the eye and focused on Khan instead. “Okay, Khan. It’s me you want. There’s no reason for more bloodshed. I’ll have myself beamed aboard. Spare the others.”

Khan lifted his chin slightly to look down his nose at his abased adversary. “I see the years have not diminished your noble spirit,” he said, “Allow me to make a counter-proposal. I will accept your terms, only if, in addition to yourself, you hand over all your data and materials regarding the project called Genesis.”

“What’s Genesis?” Pike asked, playing dumb.

“Do not insult my intelligence, Admiral,” Khan said. “We observed your flight path from Regula. Had I known you would go there first, we could have avoided this… unpleasantness.”

Pike started to reply, but Khan cut him off. “And furthermore, you are to be delivered to me personally by my beloved scion, Commander Noonien-Singh.” He raised a hand, preemptively silencing Pike’s protest. “I assure you no harm will come to the commander.”

“Time,” Pike struggled. “We need some time to retrieve the data.”

“I give you sixty seconds, Admiral,” Khan said.

By now, Doctor Chapel and a medical team were moving the most severely injured to the turbolift. “Clear the bridge,” Pike ordered. As the cadets joined the wounded in the turbolift, Pike stood, tugged at his shirt to straighten it, then turned away from the viewscreen.

“Admiral, I can’t allow you to-” La’an started.

“Keep nodding,” Pike whispered, “Like I’m giving orders. Nyota-” he looked to Uhura and drew his finger across his throat. She silenced the transmission.

“I can’t believe Una would help Khan,” Pike said.

“She’s been locked up for thirty years, Chris,” Sam said. “Even longer than Khan. She may not be the person you remember.”

“Protecting your right,” Pike repeated. “She said protecting your right. All the hits we took were to port.” He moved to Xon’s station and tried to pretend he was operating the computer. “Can we reroute the starboard capacitor banks directly to phaser control?”

“Forty-five seconds,” Khan announced. Pike nodded urgently at the screen.

“That would give us sufficient power for perhaps two shots,” Xon said.

“Not enough against their shields,” La’an said.

“But,” Pike said, “If he’s going to beam me aboard, he’ll need to lower his shields, just for a second.”

“I don’t know if we can time it that tight,” Sam said. “The state we’re in.”

“We don’t have a lot of choice,” said Pike. “How the hell does he know about Genesis?”

“Khan indicated that he had been to Regula,” Xon observed. “Logic indicates that he was also responsible for the loss of communication with Regula One.”

“Jim…” Sam said.

“Admiral,” Khan prompted. Pike nodded for Uhura to restore communications.

“Khan, please,” Pike said. “The bridge is smashed. We’re working on it, but the computers…”

“Time is a luxury you don’t have, Admiral.”

Pike turned away again. “Prepare to send the data,” he said. “It’s unlikely we have anything in our files that he doesn’t already know. It might buy us a little time.”

When Pike looked back at the viewscreen, one of Khan’s lieutenants had moved into the picture and was whispering something to him. Khan suddenly sprang to his feet and with an angry gesture, cut his transmission.

“The hell?” Sam said.

“Reliant is breaking off,” Sulu said, puzzled. The viewscreen showed the other ship turning.

“Admiral,” Xon said, “I have another vessel on sensors. It’s Galileo.”