Star Trek Voyager: Homecoming #2: The Farther Shore [NOOK Book]


When an unstoppable Borg plague breaks out upon Earth, blame quickly falls on the newly returned crew of the Starship Voyage ™. Did Kathryn Janeway and the others unknowingly carry this insidious infection back with them? Many in Starfleet think so, and Seven of Nine, in particular, falls under a cloud of suspicion.
Now, with a little help from the Starship Enterprise ™, Admiral Janeway must reunite her crew in a desperate, last-ditch attempt to discover the true source of the ...
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When an unstoppable Borg plague breaks out upon Earth, blame quickly falls on the newly returned crew of the Starship Voyage ™. Did Kathryn Janeway and the others unknowingly carry this insidious infection back with them? Many in Starfleet think so, and Seven of Nine, in particular, falls under a cloud of suspicion.
Now, with a little help from the Starship Enterprise ™, Admiral Janeway must reunite her crew in a desperate, last-ditch attempt to discover the true source of the contagion and save Earth itself from total assimilation into a voracious new Borg Collective.
But time is running out.
Has Voyager come home only to witness humanity's end?
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Editorial Reviews

This second volume in the Homecoming series follows the problems that the Voyager crew encounters when it finally returns to the Alpha Quadrant. It turns out that the Borg debris left over from the events in the Star Trek movie in which the Enterprise saves the Earth from the Borg has unleashed a plague of nanoprobes that are only waiting for the signal from a new Borg queen to turn their hosts into Borg drones. Voyager gets blamed for the plague and so Admiral Janeway and her crew must find a way to stop the activation sequence by finding the new Borg queen. In order to do this, Janeway and her crew have to risk their futures. With the help of Commander Data, on loan from the Enterprise, they are finally able to thwart the plans of the new queen. (Star Trek Voyager: Homecoming, Vol. 2). KLIATT Codes: JSA-Recommended for junior and senior high school students, advanced students, and adults. 2003, Pocket Books, 275p., Ages 12 to adult.
— Hugh Flick
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743475853
  • Publisher: Pocket Books/Star Trek
  • Publication date: 6/6/2003
  • Series: Star Trek: Voyager Series, #2
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 133,559
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Christie Golden
New York Times bestselling and award-winning author Christie Golden has written more than forty novels and several short stories in the fields of science fiction, fantasy, and horror. Among her many projects are over a dozen Star Trek novels and several original fantasy novels. An avid player of World of Warcraft, she has written two manga short stories and several novels in that world. Golden lives in Tennessee. She welcomes visitors to her website:
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Chapter One

The water was hardly inviting. Its surface was coated with some kind of algae and it smelled faintly of decay. Nonetheless, B'Elanna Torres scooped up the water with her hands and drank deeply.

It had been almost a week since she had first stepped out on trembling legs into the wilderness of Boreth. Her first instinct had been to wash off the sticky, foul-smelling combination of ash and blood that coated her body. However, it had taken her some time to find water, and by then, she had changed her mind.

The coating that the priestesses had smeared all over her naked body as part of her ordeal had distinct and important advantages as well as disadvantages. The vile stuff prevented insects from bothering her, and in this tropical climate, they were thick as, well, flies. It also helped protect her skin from the merciless rays of the sun, and even provided a sort of insulation during the chillier night. And when she walked right past a grazing maasklak, an unexpected encounter that had startled them both, she realized that it helped mask her scent as well.

She imagined rolling in feces would produce a similar effect, and frankly, she wasn't sure that she wouldn't prefer the latter. It had taken nearly two days before her nose had become inured to her own reek. But here in this place, she realized she needed every edge she could find.

B'Elanna hadn't been overly worried at first. Starfleet was quite thorough in training its cadets to handle emergency situations, and she had certainly had enough experience thinking on her feet in the seven years she'd spent on Voyager. But Starfleet had also tended to assume that when one crash-landed on an inhospitable planet, one would usually have one's emergency medical kit, phasers, and so on. At the very least, they'd assumed one would have clothes.

B'Elanna had nothing but her own two hands and her wit.

One of the first things she had done was to find water. She dimly remembered something about a few of Boreth's plants that weren't deadly, and began to forage berries, fruits, and edible tubers and roots. After about day two, she'd overcome her repugnance sufficiently to add insects to her diet. Making fire was easy -- she'd always had a knack for it and teased Chakotay about it mercilessly.

She had two goals that were occasionally in conflict with one another. The first was to simply stay alive and as healthy as was possible given the circumstances. The second was to keep moving in the direction her mother had indicated on the map. Both were challenging, but the latter more so. With no compass and a complete unfamiliarity with the terrain and even the stars that speckled the sky that arched over this world, Torres had very little frame of reference.

The map had indicated that Miral would be waiting for her somewhere to the northeast of the temple. Torres had wasted two precious days traveling in the wrong direction before she remembered that Boreth's sun rose in the south and traveled north during the day. Upon realizing her mistake, B'Elanna Torres raged with a fury that would have impressed Logt, had she been witness to it.

Her redundant organs were serving her well during this time of extreme physical duress. She recalled the conversation she had with the Doctor, when he had argued as persuasively as he was capable of doing in favor of the extra lung and other organs little Miral would have. Humans would have had a very difficult time of this, and even she, half-human as she was, fell into exhausted slumber at the end of every day.

Her feet started to blister at the end of the second day. She rubbed them with mud to soothe them and started to think about what she could use to create makeshift shoes. Her first try, wrapping large leaves around them, was a complete failure. A half-hour's worth of walking on not-very-rough terrain shredded them. She realized that she was going to need something sturdier than plants.

She was also going to need something more substantial to eat than roots and grubs. Torres began walking at first light and didn't stop until dusk, when she would search for shelter and make a fire. She was burning calories like mad and was starting to feel weak and shaky.

Reluctantly, she came to the conclusion that she would need to make a weapon. Boreth was rich with all kinds of wildlife. A single maasklak would provide both food and clothing. It was a logical deduction, but the thought made her feel even sicker. Torres took no pleasure in killing. She fought when she had to, and had killed in self-defense more than once, but that was a long way from deliberately setting out to take a life, even an animal's life. She imagined that for most Klingons who undertook the Challenge of Spirit, coming to grips with killing an animal was probably the least of their worries. But it disturbed her greatly.

She'd talked to Chakotay once about hunting, back in the early days when she was first getting to know him. He was, as she ought to have expected, quite philosophical about the whole thing. He seemed to have no qualms about it in theory or in practice, if there was a need.

"But you're a vegetarian," she had pointed out.

"I have access to a replicator," he had countered. "I don't need to go out and hunt my meals."

"But you would if you had to?"


"Without batting an eye."

He'd smiled then, indulgently. "Hardly. My people have elaborate rituals to prepare for hunting. We make ourselves worthy of success in the hunt by purifying our minds and body through meditation and bathing. We call on the spirits of the animals we are about to kill, asking permission to take what we need. And when we do make a kill, we thank the creature's spirit. Nothing is wasted, not bone or sinew or flesh or horn or hide. It is all viewed as a gift from the animal, and it is part of the cycle. But in today's world, there's no need to take a life when we can program the replicator for everything from stuffed mushrooms to chocolate cake."

She supposed he had a point, and had thought no more about it, even as she often asked the replicator for a thick T-bone steak, extra rare. Tom liked his steaks medium, with a baked potato and --

Just that quickly, Torres was crying. She had deliberately pushed thoughts of her husband and child to the back of her mind when they arose, because she instinctively knew she couldn't spare the energy of missing Tom and Miral. There had only been a handful of days over the last seven years when she had not seen Tom. He was a fixture in her life even before they had gotten married, and she had carried Miral within her, brought her forth into this universe, and now keenly missed feeling the child nursing in her arms. By her count, Miral was nine weeks old today. Nine weeks. Torres suddenly realized she had been away for two-thirds of her daughter's entire life.

She had really had no choice but to leave them behind and embark on the Challenge. Intellectually she knew that, and even in her heart, she knew that. But a part of her, the part that was wife and mother, deeply mourned the abrupt severance. The tears were hot as they trickled down her face, and B'Elanna knew they were making pale furrows in the gray ash that was her mask.

At least they were safe. Tom was probably with Harry Kim right now, relaxing and joking, while Miral slept peacefully in her nursery. The Doctor, no doubt, would be making a sarcastic comment or two, but she knew better than most the depth of tenderness of which the hologram was capable. He adored Miral, and no child could have a better godfather.

She cursed. She was wasting precious water on these stupid tears. Torres gulped and wiped at her eyes, then cursed again as the motion got dirt in them and they stung.

It was only then that she heard the grikshak.

Its growl was low, soft, and as menacing as anything she had ever heard. Her thoughts focused to laser-sharp clarity. All distracting images of husband and child fled before the more urgent need to be alert and stay alive.

She froze, remembering just in time that movement antagonized the creature. Only her eyes darted rapidly about, trying to locate it. There -- in the tall blue grasses. Its azure coat was the perfect camouflage, but its constant low growl revealed where it had hidden itself.

She had only been permitted a few hours to read up on the flora and fauna of Boreth, but one thing had stuck in her mind. The grikshak was the most dangerous predator on the planet. It had little fear of humanoids, it had more teeth than any self-respecting creature ought to, and it was really, really big.

They faced each other, the animal and the half-Klingon. Torres mentally kicked herself. She knew there were grikshaks on this continent. She ought to have fabricated weapons on day one. Instead, she'd almost been killed because she'd succumbed to maudlin recollection. At once, she amended that thought. She might yet be killed.

She had caught a break in that this grikshak was a juvenile. Its coat was still bright blue, not the silver-blue of a mature female, and it was barely the size of Earth's grizzly. Its teeth, bared in challenge, were only as large as her hand. A black, wet nose moved as it snuffled the air. It seemed confused that it couldn't scent her. Torres figured that her lack of smell was the only reason she was still alive; the thing was still trying to determine what she was.

Her gaze flickered to the earth. By her foot were stones a little bigger than her hand. They would make pathetic weapons, but they were the only ones she had. She'd have to time it just right. Torres fixed in her mind the exact position of each stone, even as she returned her gaze to meet that of the creature.

It crooned and cocked its head, still trying to figure out what this scentless, still thing in its path was.

At that moment, Torres squatted, grabbed three stones, and dove for a nearby tree. She scrambled up the rough trunk as fast as her feet and hands would take her. Her movement broke the spell that had kept the grikshak immobile and it charged, its roar nearly shattering her eardrums. Long blue-black claws tore the earth where she had been standing a fraction of a second earlier, and it whirled with shocking speed to charge the tree.

Hanging on determinedly to the shaking branches, Torres took aim and threw the first stone. It was a perfect blow, catching the creature between its large eyes. She heard a crunch. The animal staggered, but did not fall. Torres saw a welt begin to rise and knew she'd managed to fracture the skull. Again she threw with all her strength, willing the stone to strike home. This one struck the grikshak's right eye. It shrieked in agony, bringing a forepaw up to its face in a very human gesture.

She had only one stone left. She had to make it count. The animal was bellowing, its sharp-toothed mouth wide open. Torres summoned all her courage, dropped from the branches to the earth, and ran toward the creature. She shoved the stone deep into its open gullet and snatched her hand back before those dreadful teeth could clamp down and sever her arm.

She wasn't quick enough to avoid a glancing blow from the grikshak's huge forepaw, though, and cried out as she felt the white-hot pain of claws scraping her back. She began to run as fast as her legs would carry her through the tall grass, feeling blood trickle down her back and legs, knowing that the scent was enraging the beast.

It gave chase, but in silence. The only sound was the crashing of the vegetation it trampled in its path. Torres wasn't stupid enough to slow down and look over her shoulder. She ran for all she was worth, pumping her legs faster than she had ever done before, willing her feet to find sure footholds and not slip. Three lungs gulping air filled her blood with oxygen, and adrenaline lent extra speed.

After a couple of minutes she realized she no longer heard any sound at all behind her. She kept running for another moment or two, then decided to risk a backward glance.

There was no sign of the grikshak.

Torres slowed and gasped for breath, glancing around for any trace of it circling to approach from another direction. She saw nothing.

Her breathing slowed. Carefully, grabbing up more stones as she saw them, she retraced her steps. She tensed as she heard a thrashing sound up ahead, but kept moving.

The grikshak flailed frantically on the earth, churning up huge clumps of bushes and grass in its death throes. Its mouth was open and its forepaws clawed its own face to ribbons as it tried futilely to extricate the stone Torres had shoved deep into its trachea. The struggle reached a crescendo and then the massive animal lay on the earth, shuddering only slightly, until with one final twitch, it lay still. Blood and saliva slowly trickled from its sharp-toothed mouth.

Torres stood and looked at it for a long time. Doubtless had a full-blooded Klingon killed the creature, he or she would be whooping and dancing in triumph. She felt no sense of giddy pleasure. She actually felt sick to her stomach at what she had just done, even though she had been fighting for her life. Still and harmless in death, the grikshak looked beautiful to her. It was only doing what instinct told it to do -- find food and stay alive, just as she was.

Slowly, she walked up to the creature, and on impulse, dropped down beside it and placed a hand on its bloody head.

"I thank the spirit of the grikshak," she said aloud, feeling that what she was doing was both foolish and appropriate. "I will use its flesh for sustenance, and its hide as protection from the elements."

She would need a sharp stone to cut it open.

Copyright © 2003 by Paramount Pictures.

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  • Posted January 5, 2012

    I recommend this book

    As I read this book it felt as if I was still watching the series and that it did not miss a beat. The auther did a good job will look for more from her.


    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2013

    The amazing follow up to Star Trek Voyager homecoming (This book uses DRM)

    This book would recieve 5 stars but it looses 2 for having DRM.

    The follow up to Homecoming, this bookvis just as tasty as the original. Any Star Trek fan will enjoy this! Just be sure to read the first one before hand.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2013

    Great story but

    Good book but book one and two were just one book divided into two for money

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  • Posted October 22, 2008

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    Great Book

    This is a great book and a great 2nd part to Star Trek Homecoming. It was great to know what happened with the characters after the TV series went off the air. The plot of the story was great, very exciting and dramatic with all the Borg talk and fear of Voyagers return home.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2006

    Movie Material

    This was such a cool book! In my opinion, they should make a movie out of it. You don't even HAVE to read the first book. . . it's like reading a new book, not a series. It explains what happened to the heroic crew of the starship Voyager.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2003

    Best Star Trek Literature I Have Ever Read

    Seriously. I couldn't believe how true to the series this book was. It felt like reading an episode (a REALLY good one). If you are a fan of Voyager, I highly recommend it. I have not one bad thing to say about it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2003

    cant wait

    cant wait to see what the finale will be...for sure you need to read homecoming first, but a few of us at will be discussing good reading!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2003

    almost as good as book one

    this book was not quite as good as the first one it felt like it ran out of steam after the first book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2003


    A worthy continuation of the adventures of the STAR TREK: VOYAGER crew, 'The Farther Shore' is exciting and very true to the characters fans have grown to love on the series. Pick this book up! It is a must for any true VOYAGER.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2003

    'Endgame' is finally over.

    As B¿Elanna Torres fights to stay alive in the wilderness of a sacred Klingon moon, where she¿s gone to find her missing mother, the rest of the recently returned Voyager crew (including B¿Elanna¿s husband, Tom Paris) fights Starfleet Security as they fall under suspicion of bringing a Borg assimilation virus back to Earth with them. Seven of Nine and Icheb, both former Borg drones, are imprisoned because Starfleet fears that they may be able to contact the Collective ¿ especially if they¿re allowed to regenerate. If they are NOT allowed to regenerate, though, they¿ll die. The holographic Doctor, also imprisoned, faces reprogramming equivalent to giving a Human a lobotomy. In order to put down a rebellion by Earth¿s huge population of sentient holograms, Starfleet (as the Doctor¿s ¿owner¿) has decided to make an example of him. Admiral Kathryn Janeway isn¿t about to let such things happen to her people. With close friend and former first officer Chakotay by her side, aided by Tom Paris, Harry Kim, and others whom Trek fans will recognize, Janeway sets out to rescue her endangered friends from detention. After that she¿ll have to find the real source of the assimilation virus, and expose it to Starfleet and Federation authorities. If she can¿t do all of that within a frighteningly brief time frame, though, it will be too late. Earth will already have become part of a vast Collective. I enjoyed the first ¿Homecoming¿ book, but this one is better (I¿d give it 4 ½ stars if that were possible). It spends far less time telling regular Voyager viewers what we already know, and it contains (mercifully) only one encounter between Janeway and her former fiance Mark Johnson¿s insipid bride, Carla. Maybe that¿s why Janeway seems solidly in character throughout the book. The mystery¿s solution works quite well despite making use of a motivation that¿s become a literary and dramatic cliché in recent years, and that in my opinion feeds a social prejudice which doesn¿t need help from Star Trek authors. I would like to comment on this at greater length, but won¿t because I¿d be giving away too much. B¿Elanna¿s story plays out separately, and I found its resolution both shocking and satisfying. I¿m left with the feeling that ¿Endgame¿ is finally over. Now the characters can get on with their lives!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2003

    anticipating all five stars

    i read the first book, voyager homecoming, and it was AWESOME!! i am not even a star trek fan by nature, but this book pulled me right in! i couldn't put it down and i can hardly wait to read the conclusion!! I am sure it will be everything the first part was and More!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2003


    I found out a little about this book. from what I read about it it should pull you in easily. The borg will be in it. Captin Janeway will get together with her crew to try to find out how the borg out break started. It'll be a great book! I highly recominid it!!

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