Star Trek Section 31 #1: Cloakby S. D. Perry
Once, in order to preserve the galaxy's fragile balance of power, Captain James T. Kirk carried out a dangerous
They are the self-appointed protectors of the Federation. Amoral, shrouded in secrecy, answerable to no one, Section 31 is the mysterious covert operations division of Starfleet, a rogue shadow group committed to safeguarding the Federation at any cost.
Once, in order to preserve the galaxy's fragile balance of power, Captain James T. Kirk carried out a dangerous mission to capture a cloaking device from the Romulan Star Empire. Months later, while investigating a mysterious disaster aboard a Federation starship, Kirk discovers that the same technology he obtained for the sake of peace is being put to sinister purposes. What the crew of the Starship Enterprise uncovers will send shock waves through the quadrant, as Section 31 sets in motion a plan that could bring the major powers of the galaxy to their knees.
NO STOPPING THEM.
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Captain's Log, Stardate 5462.1:
Having completed our survey to the edge of the Federation's recently incorporated Lantaru sector, we are now turning back toward more populated space. A Federation science summit is being held on Deep Space Station M-20 in two days; senior science officers and engineers from most of the ships in the quadrant are expected to attend, as well as several top Federation research scientists.
Dr. McCoy and the medical staff have begun their biannual physical workups for each crew member; I expect his initial report within the week.
On the bridge of the Enterprise, Captain James T. Kirk sat back in his chair, glad that he wouldn't have to endure yet another physical. It often seemed as if he had to go the rounds with McCoy's machinery every month or so, and as often as he ended up getting knocked around, being prodded and poked one more time wasn't high on his list of things to do. He'd been thoroughly checked out after the trouble with the interphase phenomenon and the Tholians only a few weeks ago, and Bones had declared him fit as a fiddle.
Well, except for being overworked, Kirk thought, gazing absently at the stars coursing by on the main viewscreen, passing at a leisurely warp four. Undoubtedly one of the constants in McCoy's reports -- Bones loved to point out that the captain of the Enterprise needed to schedule himself a real vacation, or something dramatic and terrible might happen. Kirk liked to point out in turn that the ship's chief medical officer hadn't taken one in just as long, but Bones somehow managed to avoid hearing that part. The man was as stubborn as stubborn got.
Kirk smiled, just a little; one had to admire his tenacity, anyway. The science conference might allow both of them a break, at least for a couple of days; the main theme was to be the Federation's development of alternative power sources, much better suited to Spock or Scotty's area of interest than either of their own. Even at warp four they'd arrive a half day early, and technically, there would be nothing they had to do...however Bones felt about it, Kirk knew that a change of scenery would do him some good, not to mention a few reunions he was looking forward to -- he wasn't sure about Commodore Mendez, but thought that Bob Wesley's ship was in the sector, and had heard that Gage Darres was assigned to M-20. It would be nice to see a few familiar faces --
"Captain, I'm picking up a signal from a Federation ship..."
Behind him, Lieutenant Uhura's voice was as cool and collected as always, but with a thread of tension that snapped Kirk out of his meandering reverie.
"...it's the automated distress call of the U.S.S. Sphinx, condition red, disaster status," Uhura said, and Kirk was on his feet. At his station, Spock's hands were already moving, adjusting the ship's sensors to seek out the vessel.
The automated disaster signal only kicked in when there was no one to stop it from kicking in. Kirk quickly ran through the most likely possibilities as Uhura accessed stats, not liking any of them -- Plague. Hostile takeover. Antimatter breach. Another damned planet killer...
"U.S.S. Sphinx, Centaurus-class starship, Captain Jack Casden commanding," Uhura said.
"How many aboard?" Kirk asked, unable to deny a small measure of relief. Centaurus vessels were primarily used for either scout or ambassadorial transport, occasionally as scientific surveyors, though not as processors; they were built for speed, and were among the smallest of the Federation's warp-capable ships. A Centaurus-class couldn't carry more than a hundred people.
"Crew list is thirty-seven, sir."
"Speed and bearing?" Kirk asked, stepping forward to look over Sulu's shoulder.
"It's traveling at...warp seven, from the Lantaru sector," Sulu said. "Headed 221 mark 35."
Damn. It was more or less aimed at a cluster of Federation civilian colonies in the Ramatis system, less than an hour away at that speed.
"Can you open a channel?" Kirk asked, turning to look at Uhura. She held her earpiece in place with one hand, deftly manipulating her station's receptors with the other.
"Negative, sir. Subspace arrays aren't receiving."
Bent over his station, Spock read off information from his console. "I'm picking up evidence of expelled warp plasma and debris trailing behind the ship." Spock straightened, turning to face him. "Captain, the Sphinx is in an increasing acceleration pattern. It is now traveling at warp eight, and will reach warp nine in three minutes, twenty-two seconds at its current rate of increase."
The Centaurus-class was made to be fast, but not that fast. She was damaged and dangerously out of control. Without knowing the status of the crew, they couldn't afford to risk damaging the ship any further -- but they also couldn't let it get much closer to the heavily populated Ramatis system. She'd blow up before she reached it, but God only knew what was on board.
Kirk stepped to his chair, aware that he also couldn't afford to waste time considering the possibilities. It had been less than a minute since Uhura had reported the distress signal, but allowing another moment to pass without acting could mean death for Captain Casden and the people on his ship. If they were even alive; there was no way to scan for life signs without getting closer.
We have to get them out of warp, now. A dozen half-formed thoughts darted through his deliberation before one evolved into an idea.
"Mr. Spock, assuming we can match their velocity, would it be possible to use the tractor beam to slow them down?" Kirk asked.
"It's possible, but it would have to be an exact match," Spock said. "Even a slight variance -- "
"Mr. Chekov, lay in a parallel course," Kirk said, having heard all he needed to hear. It was a plan, simple but better than none at all, and if anyone could pull it off, his people could. "Mr. Spock, Mr. Sulu, I want you to coordinate with Mr. Scott, we're going to try and ease her out of subspace. Lieutenant, keep trying to raise them."
Kirk sat down as he spoke, barely hearing the acknowledgments around him, already hitting the chair's com with his right fist.
"Kirk to engineering. Scotty, we've got a situation."
"You want me to what?"
Standing next to the wall com with one hand on the switch, Scotty felt the too-familiar knot of anxiety and disbelief hit his gut and take hold, the captain's urgent explanation still ringing in his ears. Good Lord, what did he think the Enterprise was made out of, neutronium?
"You heard me. Spock's sending the numbers down now, and helm is standing by."
Scotty shook his head, the pulsing lights of the reaction chamber making his shadow spin at his feet. "Captain, I can get her up to speed, but there's no way to maintain it, not if you mean to use the tractor beam to -- "
"Yes, I know, it's impossible," Kirk snapped. "And the longer you wait, the worse it's going to get. Do whatever it takes, Mr. Scott, but do it now."
"Aye, sir, Scott out," Scotty said, turning to look at Grant and Washburn, seeing the same pained concern on their faces that he knew was on his own. It was just the three of them in main engineering, had been since lunch. Tam and Dixon were running diagnostics on the impulse drive and Celaux wasn't coming on for another half hour.
"You heard him, lads. Mr. Washburn, line up Mr. Spock's ratios and plug them in, then sit on the reaction chamber, watch for flux. And call in Celaux when you're done, put her on overrides and secondaries."
Scotty strode toward the warp-engine monitors deciding what they could spare, talking to Grant over his shoulder. "We're going to siphon from the phaser-bank reserves for the tractor beam. Get the transfer conduits primed and stand by, I'm going to see what I can do with the shields -- "
"Sir, we're set to match," Washburn said. "They're at...eight-seven-four now."
"Distance from us?"
"61.280 billion kilometers and closing."
Washburn hesitated. "Uh...seventy-two million kilometers."
"Tell helm to set to mark at...eight-eight and a half," Scotty said, wincing inwardly, "and let Mr. Spock do the fine-tuning, we've got enough to do down here without hair-splitting." The bridge crew would have to be on their game, and to the millisecond; in a crunch, the Enterprise could reach nine-five without sustaining serious injury, but not for any sustained period of time, a certainly not with a beam on. Not unless Scotty wanted to cut life-support and AG, which he did not -- and success or no, there wasn't going to be enough power for a second chance to catch the runaway. The captain could demand more power nine ways to Sunday, it wouldn't make a bit of difference.
Lieutenant Uhura's melodic voice floated hollowly through the chamber, a shipwide alert to secure positions. Scotty ignored it, figuring and entering a low-constant shield density into the boards, a part of him praying for the poor Sphinx and her crew, a part of him counting them lucky, indeed. If any ship in the galaxy could save her, surely it was the Enterprise.
"In twenty seconds, Mr. Sulu," Mr. Spock intoned.
Hikaru Sulu's fingers hovered over the warp-drive controls, watching science's readings for the runaway ship on his console, listening as Mr. Spock began to count down. Engineering said the Enterprise would be ready when the Sphinx reached high eight, 8.8550 to be exact. Rick Washburn and Mr. Spock had fed the numbers to Chekov, who had adjusted course before sending it on to helm -- and although he knew he could trust the mathematics, it made Sulu nervous not to have time to go over their calculations. This was going to be one tricky bit of flying.
They would be jumping to match warp just before the Sphinx passed them by, and although Sulu could easily slow the Enterprise down to fly alongside the runaway, having to speed up at all would throw the projections out of whack. Even without Mr. Scott's dire warnings, Sulu knew that the Enterprise's entire energy output would be fully engaged -- and since he would be piloting, he had to be as close to perfect as was possible.
A lock of hair fell across his forehead, but he barely noticed, his full concentration on the task in front of him; he heard nothing but Mr. Spock's comfortingly bland voice, saw nothing but the dropping numbers on his screen, indicating the rapidly closing distance between the two ships. Mr. Scott would provide the power, Mr. Spock would handle the tractor beam, and the captain would give the commands -- but it was up to him to fly straight and true, to bring them alongside the ailing ship so that they might save her from certain destruction.
"Three...two...one. Engage warp now, Mr. Sulu."
Sulu lightly tapped the switches as Mr. Spock spoke the word "engage," and the Enterprise surged forward, the stars blurring, the low rumbling of the massive engines rising through the walls and floor of the bridge.
A half second later, the Sphinx leapt on to the main viewing screen, and Sulu felt a burst of pride, the small ship less than twelve kilometers to port and only seven kilometers behind. He eased the Enterprise toward her, watching his console rather than the viewscreen --
-- and felt his pride dissolve as he realized what was happening, even as Mr. Spock reported it to the captain. A glance at the screen confirmed it, the obviously impaired ship spewing a misty, ragged cloud of escaping gases, barely visible as it was torn away by warp -- but it was just enough to disturb the Sphinx's velocity constant. Sulu held his course and waited for instruction, wondering if Mr. Scott would be able to compensate, knowing already that it was practically impossible.
And we can't hold a tractor beam in warp without a precise velocity match. At best, the effort would be useless...and at worst, the beam could act like a battering ram, violently pushing the Sphinx away and causing more damage.
"In addition to their damaged core, it appears that their oxygen stores have been ruptured. The continued expulsion of gases and fuel is causing an erratic and unascertainable flight pattern," Mr. Spock said. "The possibility of achieving an exact parallel to its course is no longer a viable option."
Copyright © 2001 by Paramount Pictures. All Rights Reserved.
Meet the Author
S. D. Perry is a novelist living in Portland, Oregon. She is currently lives with her husband, Myk, her two children Cyrus and Myk Jr, and their two dogs. She mostly writes tie-in novels based on works in the fantasy/science-fiction/horror genre, including Resident Evil, Star Trek, Aliens and Predator. She has also written a handful of short stories and movie novelizations. Her favorite Star Trek series is the original series, with her favorite characters being "The Big Three" - Kirk, Spock and McCoy.
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I really like Star Trek. The whole concept is fascinating to me. When I heard there was a book about a secret organization within the Star Trek universe, not to mention within Starfleet, I had to get it. As much as I love Star Trek, I also love a good spy story. The mix of the two really had me anticipating this book. So, long story short, this was good. Please note I did not say it knocked my socks off or was a definite must read. It was good. This first book in the Section 31 series deals with the Star Trek Original Series crew; Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Chekov, Scotty, Uhura, Sulu, etc. Part of the book deals with a mission the crew of the Enterprise accomplished when they stole a cloaking device from the Romulan Empire. You do not see the particulars in this book, you are just made aware of the fact that it was done. That sets up the story for the research facility that has developed a weapon from this cloaking device, and the Enterprise’s attempt to stop the experiments. The problem I had with the book is that parts of the book felt rushed, and parts felt thrown together just for the sake of putting out a Star Trek novel. An example is when Kirk meets a woman at a science conference, they get together, they kiss and she had to leave immediately to go back with her colleagues. They become infatuated with each other and he meets up with her towards the end of the book and her character does a 180 from what you think she is from the brief time you know her. Another upsetting part is how Mr. Spock looks over some calculations and tells the people he is dealing with that their calculations are wrong, and the people tell Spock he is wrong. Excuse me? You mean to tell me that the Science Officer that we all know and love made a mis-calculation? And these people who know of his reputation just blow him off? All in all is was good, not the best I have read, but certainly not the worst. It is good for a bit of quick guilty pleasure reading.
This is the first in a four book series. Each features one of the first four Star Trek television series in a continuing story about “Section 31,” a secret organization within Starfleet, using any means necessary to further the protection and goals of the United Federation of Planets. The first installment is about the characters of the Original Series including: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, etc. It is an interesting start, but I look forward to diving into the next volume. Fans will appreciate this type of series. Michael Travis Jasper, Author of the Novel “To Be Chosen”
(Very slight spoilers) Personally, I couldn't put this book down. I didn't see much of the Original Series but I the author did a nice job of giving personality to each member of the crew. The whole tie in with Omega was great and a nice way to combine Voyager with TOS. I have yet to read the other Section 31 books yet but in this one their whole part of the book is underlying and the direct involvement is never specifically mentioned.
I do not recommend this book. For one thing I do not beleive that the Romulan Commander would give Spock who obviously is loyal to the Federation any sensitive information regarding the Cloaking Device or any military secrets of the Romulan Empire. That made no sence as she is loyal to her Empire. And she would still be very angrey with him over the theft of that device in the first place. The book was not in keeping with the characters.
I recently read Cloak, and personally, I wouldn't read it again. The book starts out slow, and stays slow. The only thing of interest is the discovery of Omega. That would be the only reason I would tell you to read Cloak. Right now, I am reading Rogue, which is more interesting. I would recommend jumping to Rogue. There is nothing in Cloak that tells you anything except a little bit at the end, which still isn't alot to compliment the rest of the book.