Star Trek: Best Destiny

Star Trek: Best Destiny

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by Diane Carey
     
 

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As James T. Kirk prepares to retire from a long and illustrious Starfleet career, events in a distant part of the Federation draw him back to a part of the galaxy he had last visited as a young man -- a mysterious world called Faramond whose name takes Kirk on a journey back to his youth.

At sixteen, Kirk is troubled, estranged from his father, and has a bleak

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As James T. Kirk prepares to retire from a long and illustrious Starfleet career, events in a distant part of the Federation draw him back to a part of the galaxy he had last visited as a young man -- a mysterious world called Faramond whose name takes Kirk on a journey back to his youth.

At sixteen, Kirk is troubled, estranged from his father, and has a bleak future. However, a trip into space with Kirk's father George and Starfleet legend Captain Robert April changes James Kirk's life forever, when a simple voyage becomes a deadly trap. Soon Kirk and his father find themselves fighting for their lives against a vicious and powerful enemy.

Before the voyage ends, father and son will face life and death together, and James T. Kirk will get a glimpse of the future and his own Best Destiny...

Editorial Reviews

Roland Green
This interesting Star Trek novel explores some of the early career of James T. Kirk, juxtaposing youthful adventures with later ones when, on the verge of retirement, he's drawn across the stars to the same planet. Included are portraits of Kirk's father and his mentor, Capt. Robert April, as well as a very reasonable amount of action mixed in with the character exploration. In the end, of course, Kirk and the "Enterprise" prevail so thoroughly that crew and ship alike are reprieved from retirement; but then, can one really imagine any other conclusion being tolerated by Star Trek fans? They will comprise most of the audience for Carey's effort, but non-ST-fan sf readers who look past the label may also find rewards in it, and should be enabled to find it on library shelves.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780671041113
Publisher:
Pocket Books/Star Trek
Publication date:
07/27/1999
Series:
Star Trek: The Original Series
Sold by:
SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
416
Sales rank:
734,599
File size:
2 MB

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Chapter One

Tension on the bridge could have been lifted and carried.

It would have cast the people into chaos, except for the anchor of the captain's voice. The captain on any ship was the only reason the crews could ever sleep or eat, for no one can sleep or eat where there isn't the anchor.

With that anchor on board, no storm was too bad, no fog too thick, no silence too damning.

Knowing the ship around them was screaming through space at warp nine, piercing through increasing waves of antiproton flush and heading not away from that horrifying fact of death but right into it, the crew clung to the captain's voice.

"Mr. Chekov, project our course and report what's there in a funnel of fifty light-years in diameter. Specify any outposts, Federation or otherwise, areas of contention, reported storms, and call up manifests of any shipping that has passed through that area in the past ten days."

"Aye, sir, projecting the course. I'll have that for you in a few moments."

"Short moments, Mr. Chekov."

"Aye, sir."

On the quarterdeck, the ensign who had first noticed the flushback swallowed obvious guilt at having been the bearer of awful news. Wasn't her name Dimitrios? Demarris? De-something. McCoy knew that look, had carried it plenty of times himself.

With nothing to do -- yet -- in this emergency, he stepped away from the science station and over to the other side of the bridge to the young woman.

She was trying to get some moisture back into her mouth while she tracked the surging waves of flushback and tried to pinpoint their source. Not an exact science at all, if her expression wag any clue. Her hands were shaking.

"Don't drink coffee," McCoy suggested.

The ensign blinked, glared at him, confused. Then she turned back to her screen and squinted into it.

"I don't know what you mean, sir."

"Don't drink any coffee until whatever's happening isn't happening anymore."

She bit her lip, then only said, "Thank you, sir."

McCoy shifted his feet, watching the bridge personnel move tightly at their stations and the lights and panels of the bridge crackle with activity. A ship at warp nine was plenty active.

"It'll make you nervous," he added, "and you'll have to -- "

"'Yes, sir," the ensign snapped. "I understand. Thank you."

She wanted him to go away, and Leonard McCoy wasn't the go-away type.

"What's bothering you, Ensign..."

"Devereaux, sir."

She swallowed a couple more times, resisted the urge to glance at him and damn him for his doctor's intuition, but then she lowered her voice and let it out.

"If there's something out there that made an Excelsior-class ship blow up," the ensign said, "what chance do we have?"

McCoy offered the girl an annoyed glare, then swaggered a step closer to her, took her elbow, and turned her away from her console.

She gawked at him as if he were crazy.

The doctor didn't care that he was interrupting her work. Didn't care that she had been the one to tell everybody that a sister starship might have just been blown to bits. He was concerned about something else.

He nodded down toward the main deck, to the command chair, and to the man in it.

"Kid," he said, "that is our chance."

Ensign Devereaux looked down there too. Through his grip on her elbow, McCoy could feel some of her trembling go away as she watched James Kirk in his command chair.

There was just something about Captain Kirk.

The ensign cleared her throat, licked her lips, and turned back toward her station. Halfway there she paused, and gazed at Dr. McCoy. She was still afraid, but not in quite the same way.

"Thank you, sir," she said. "I won't forget."

At the navigation station on the upper deck, Commander Chekov straightened from his backbreaking hover and turned to look at the heart of the bridge also.

"Captain," the Russian said, speaking around his own accent as much as possible. "I have put up the merchant marine manifests on this screen for you to review. There are very few, sir. And there are no storms, no contested areas, no border disputes, no reported hazards in the specified funnel of space, no Starfleet outposts, no unfriendly settlements, and only two star systems within a hundred light-years. One is uninhabited, and on the other there is only a Federation archaeological excavation on a small outside planet."

Captain Kirk came up out of his chair. He had always had trouble sitting when there was action going on.

"Name the project," he ordered.

"I have never heard of it before, sir," came the clipped answer. "It is logged as...Faramond."

If McCoy was any judge of people he knew and people he didn't know, no one else on board had heard of that place either. One glance around the bridge told him that.

But then he looked down again at the captain.

On the face of the man he knew so well, McCoy saw a glitter of dangerous recognition.

The captain turned like a policeman about to make an arrest. He paced behind his command chair, caressing it. He glared forward into the rage of warp nine as stars and space debris blistered past the main viewscreen. His brows drew together and his eyes narrowed. A fire came into them which his friends thought talk of retirement might already have killed.

Though he watched the screen before him, he was gazing into the past. His lips parted and he spoke, but not to anyone there.

"Faramond..."

Copyright © 1992 by Paramount Pictures

Meet the Author

Diane Carey is the author of the bestselling INVASION!:FIRST STRIKE and numerous other Star Trek novels including episode tie-ins from The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine and Voyager, amongst them THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR, TRIALS AND TRIBBLEATIONS and WHAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND (all DS9), both DS9 volumes of the bestselling DOMINION WAR quartet, EQUINOX and ENDGAME (both Voyager).

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Star Trek 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
Grey-Paladin More than 1 year ago
I bought this book in Nook format, to replace the paperback copy that I read to tatters years ago. The book itself is still marvelous, and worth four stars, missing five only because of Diane Carey's love affair with heavy, florid prose. The Nook copy, though, is crap. No lines breaks to delineate changes in point-of-view, random splashes (often close to a page in length) of italicized text that shouldn't be italicized at all, and (worst of all) a small chunk of text *completely missing from the damned book!* I've already complained to Simon & Schuster, the publishers, but haven't heard from them. I'd suggest waiting until I update this to buy the book for your Nook. (But do get it then-- it's amazing!)
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have to admit I approached this book with some trepidation. What more can be told about Kirk? It turns out, a great deal. This is a much more genuine rendering of Kirk than Shatner's recent series. Worth a read.
Anonymous 11 months ago
This book teaches both boys and girls, Both near and far how to find a better way, and solve problems without bloodshed.. Good job..
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Come to 'Star fire' all resluts.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*as Appleleaf waits below, two cats spiral down from Starclan, and another spirit padded out of the trees. The light brown tabby named Spruceleaf stepped forward first.* "Welcome, Appleleaf." *Spruceaf stepped forward and brushed her muzzle over Appleleaf's head.* "With this life I give you courage. Use it to be strong and stand up for your clan." *as Spruceleaf padded back, a silvery striped gray shecat, Shimmerbreeze, stepped forward.* "With this life I give you edurance. Use it to keep fighting for your clan, even if you feel all strength has left you." *finally, the wispy spirit of Autumnstar stepped forward.* "With this life I give you compassion. Be sure to always judge with both your heart and mind." *Autumnstar's spirit stepped back and she and Spruceleaf and Shimmerbreeze sat back to watch the rest of the ceremony.* ~Autumnstar, Spruceleaf, and Shimmerbreeze
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A grey she cat comes in. "I am here to recieve my nine lives." She meows. -Rippleleaf of RiverClan
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If you are talking about snowdream or was it snowdreamer... Anyway she disapeared when we moved camps a long time ago.
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TrekkieFan91 More than 1 year ago
First of all, I grew up in a house of trekkies. My first series was Star Trek: Voyager, I was 8-9years old when I first saw it and I wasn't a reader even then, so I was forcing myself to read it as much as I could. I enjoyed the story but I needed something to keep me to read, so I would listen to music which we all know is no way to read a book. A little advice... nature sounds or simple soft classical music(such as Claire de Lune by Debussy) is good to listen to as you read a book. I kept reading it and when I finished it, I really loved and enjoyed it. I liked how it explained Kirk's life growing up.
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Wow starclan got mean.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wait.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Goes back to camp.
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Listens
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Looked at firebird and puff. Hello. She got up. Tears were rolling down her face. Oops. Sorry. She wiped them away. What do you need? Sje couldnt hide her dissapiontment. Eberflame
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A small yellow she cat pads to me, her green eyes warm. "With this life, l give you wisdom. Wisdom will help you keep your clan on the right path, my daughter," Flowerblossom mews gently, touching noses with me before bounding away. I grit my teeth, and squeeze my eyes shut until the pain goes away. "T-that was the last one," l murmur, bewildered. "I'm....Applestar."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
We dont give prophecies to cats who request it