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Informationen zum Autor Dave Galanter has authored (or coauthored with collaborator Greg Brodeur) various Star Trek projects, including Voyager: Battle Lines , the Next Generation duology Maximum Warp , The Original Series novels Crisis of Consciousness and Troublesome Minds , and numerous works of short Star Trek fiction. Klappentext An all-new Star Trek: Original Series novel featuring James T. Kirk, Spock, and the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise!Star Trek: The Original Series: Crisis of Consciousness ONE Captain’s log, Stardate 3458.2. Enterprise has arrived at Deep Space 5. We are ferrying home a delegation from the planet Maaba S’Ja. A xenophobic culture, the Maabas leaders have taken a political risk in signing this accord, which would open up trade with and offer protection to their world. Given the sensitive partisan atmosphere the Maabas president is dealing with, Starfleet Command felt that the “red carpet treatment” for the ambassador and his party was needed. Enterprise was the closest ship, and we have been tasked with the duty. When Captain James T. Kirk entered the transporter room, he found his first officer and chief medical officer already waiting. As usual, Dr. McCoy looked uncomfortable in his dress uniform, and Commander Spock only looked a bit more formal than when in his duty tunic. “Fifteen minutes, Bones,” Kirk told the doctor. “An hour at the most.” Tugging at his collar, McCoy frowned. “That’s an hour too long.” “Of course,” the captain said, “you’ll have to put it back on for dinner.” “Why bother eating if this thing won’t let me swallow?” “I have the coordinates, sir,” the transporter chief said as he worked the console. Kirk nodded. “Thank you, Mister Kyle.” Turning a bit toward McCoy, the captain allowed himself a slight smirk at the doctor’s predicament. “I’d suggest a good tailor, but I think you like to complain.” “Well,” McCoy said, “I’m not sure I have to stand here and be insulted.” “Actually, you do.” Kirk motioned to Kyle. “Energize.” Humming to life, the transporter chamber brightened as six columns of sparkle manifested, swirled, and then solidified into humanoid forms. “Ambassador Pippenge, welcome aboard. I’m Captain James T. Kirk.” He stepped toward the platform, his arm outstretched for the Maabas greeting. He had spent the previous evening with the Enterprise’s archaeology and anthropology officer, Carolyn Palamas, taking a cram course in the Maabas’s culture. The ambassador descended toward Kirk, taking the captain’s right elbow in his left palm. Then, unexpectedly, Pippenge held out his right hand. “Allow me to greet you in the Terran manner, Captain.” Kirk took the tall man’s hand and shook it. It was an overly firm handshake; Kirk wondered which of the Federation politicians had taught it to him. “My chief medical officer, Lieutenant Commander Leonard McCoy, and my first officer and science officer, Commander Spock.” Kirk motioned to each in turn as the delegation descended from the transporter platform. With great warmth, Pippenge reached for Dr. McCoy’s hand and shook it happily. He then turned toward Spock. With some difficulty, the ambassador presented his best representation of a Vulcan salute. Having three fingers and two thumbs made it an interesting and somewhat awkward approximation. “Live long and prosper, Commander Spock.” The words were in heavily accented Vulcan, without assistance of the universal translator. Clearly Pippenge was looking to impress his hosts. Fingers splayed, Spock raised his hand in response. “Peace and long life, Ambassador.” Pippenge chittered, a sound which seemed like ...
