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Fic: The Drowned and the Saved 1/2

So I entered that Strange New Worlds contest for Star Trek stories and didn't get in, so I thought I'd go ahead and share the story I wrote anyway because I'm still proud of it. It's gen, TOS though it could also be read as Reboot. Many thanks to the lovely abigail89 who heroically beta'd and encouraged me to finish!! <3

The Drowned and the Saved: A Documentary History of the Tarsus IV Disaster

“Willingly or not we come to terms with power, forgetting that we are all in the ghetto, that the ghetto is walled in, that outside the ghetto reign the lords of death, and that close by the train is waiting.”
― Primo Levi, The Drowned and the Saved

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o’er wrought heart and bids it break.”
—    William Shakespeare, Macbeth IV.3.209-210

In 2246, extreme weather events on the planet Tarsus IV precipitated a catastrophic crop failure that was exacerbated by an invasive fungus that destroyed the food supply held in storage. In the face of violent rioting by starving colonists, Governor Kodos declared martial law.

Of eight thousand Federation colonists, less than half survived.

Much of the documentation of events during that year were lost both in the ensuing civil unrest and during the recovery and resettlement initiatives Federation Relief provided shortly afterwards. Surviving records are held under Restricted Access at the Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives on the main campus of Starfleet Academy in San Francisco, Earth.


Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives
Date: February 19, 2248
Full Name of Researcher: John Gill
Student Service Number, if applicable: n/a
Current Position: Professor, History Department, Starfleet Academy
Material Request: Tarsus IV Disaster Records, Reels 1-402; Tarsus IV Recovery Records, 2246-2248, Reels 1-212; Starfleet Relief Archives: 2246, Reels 25-32; Starfleet Relief Archives: 2247, Reels 15-18

Research Status: APPROVED

Excerpt: From Gill’s Small Steps and Giant Leaps: A History of Humankind in the Galaxy, Volume III:

       As I hope this study has made clear, Terran history in space follows very surely from that of Terran history on Earth. History itself is, of course, only a series of causes and motivations rather than dates and events. Those “Great Men” such as Hitler or Singh were only the logical conclusions to the spirit of the day, and not vice versa. Viewed from afar, both the Holocaust and the Eugenics Wars were unavoidable elements in Human history. And likewise, if Human history has taught us anything, it is that we—yes, even we, blessed as we are by all the fruits of progress—are ever doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past.

       It seems only right to conclude this work, which has taken the better part of three decades, with some notes about recent events, especially those on Tarsus IV. The questions that has been asked over and over again in the Nets is “How could they have done this? How could men watch their neighbors be rounded up, be jailed, be murdered? How could four thousand men, women, and children die in a matter of hours, at the hands of those they once called friends?” Rather more times than we like to admit, these questions have been asked in Human history. But I think we should perhaps ask, instead, “Why did we let them?” Where did the shared values of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness become suspended in the name of survival and in the face of fear?


Tarsus IV Recovery Records, 2246-48, Reel 39
Interview Tape: Jimmy Kirk

Name: James “Jimmy” Kirk
Age: 13
Place of Birth: Riverside, Iowa, Earth, 2233
Relatives: Father, George Kirk, Starfleet, currently serving as First Officer to Captain Robert April aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise; Mother, Winona Kirk, currently on Deneva; Uncle, David Kirk, Tarsus IV, deceased; Aunt, Jean Kirk, Tarsus IV, deceased.

Begin playback:

INT.: Please state your name for the record.

KIRK: Jimmy, Jimmy Kirk.

INT: Can you tell us how this all started?

KIRK: Well, the crops failed, and then we were supposed to have an emergency food supply for three years, and the fungus got into that too. My aunt and uncle had horses, and then one day men with phase-pistols came to take them away. I wanted to fight back, but Uncle David said no, they were worse off than we were. It was just after stuff like that started happening that the governor started martial law, and then his Civil Guards were everywhere. Well, mostly.

INT.: What do you mean “mostly”?

KIRK: Well they didn’t stop the Stevens Riot, did they?

INT.: The Stevens Riot? Can you tell me about that?

KIRK: Well, it was all over the Nets, wasn’t it?

INT.: Our vessel is usually for deep exploration rather than relief. We don’t always get the best access to the Nets. Why don’t you tell me about what we missed?

KIRK: Okay. Well, see, Howard Stevens was this baker in New Boston. It turned out that he had hidden a stash of grain and flour. When people found out about it, he was torn apart by a starving mob. His wife and child had disappeared, but their bodies were found floating in a river not far from the settlement. Their throats were cut, and they showed the pictures all over the Nets.

INT.: I see. Everyone saw pictures like that? Even children like you?

KIRK: Well some people said that they were an example, but then the Nets were disabled. Some said Kodos ordered one or the other part of it, maybe both. I’ve heard it both ways.

INT.: And what happened after that?

KIRK: Well, they prohibited travel from town to town, so people wouldn’t gang up like that again. The C.G.—the Civil Guards—raised security alerts, said it was too dangerous, and said you needed passes to move from settlement to settlement; it didn’t matter if it was for work or just to visit family. They were hard to get, too. Kodos said it was to maintain order, that there were lawless and desperate people about. And then he assigned special Civil Guard units to each settlement, he said to help protect civilians, but after he signed the Executive Order it was clear what they were really for.


Special Executive Order 36
November 9, 2246

Survival depends on drastic measures. Your continued existence represents a threat to the well-being of society. Your lives mean slow death to the more valued members of the colony. Therefore, I have no alternative but to sentence you to death. Your execution is so ordered.

Signed Kodos, Governor of Tarsus IV.


Excerpts from undated scraps of paper found rolled up in the hollow of a wall in a jail cell in New Boston. The writing is in white chalk, sometimes smeared, but mostly legible. The jail itself was largely destroyed in a fire just after the first Starfleet aid ships appeared.

My name is Eileen Riley. I teach at the elementary school here. I have a husband and a son, and I think we’re going to die here. I think we all know it, except the children. They’ve never seen anything like this in their lives. But they are children, and they’re not supposed to.

[indecipherable] C.G. came and rounded us up two days ago and we’ve been locked up like pigs for slaughter. They haven’t given us food, or water, and with so many in here it’s hot and there have been several faints. There’s no latrine either, though there’s an unspoken agreement to use only a corner, and I saw while there that some of the bricks are loose—loose enough that they can be pulled out and someone small, very small can get out.

The worst part is the waiting, and wondering if I should say something. No, I should say something, but I’m not, because I have a plan. [indecipherable] Kevin.

The worst part is, I know my history. We’re supposed to be better than this, but we’re not.


Tarsus IV Recovery Records, 2246-48, Reel 42
Interview Tape: Kevin Riley

Name: Kevin Riley
Age: 7
Place of Birth: Limerick, Ireland, Earth, 2239
Relatives: Father, John Riley, deceased; Mother, Eileen Riley, deceased.

Begin playback:

INT.: Please state your name for the record.

RILEY: Kevin Riley.

INT.: How old are you, son?

RILEY: Seven.

INT.: I’ve been talking to your friends, Jimmy [KIRK] and Tom [LEIGHTON] about what happened. I’d like to talk to you, too.

[RILEY doesn’t answer.]

INT.: Your friend Jimmy says that they found you alone, hiding in the woods. Can you tell me what happened before that?

RILEY: One night the C.G. came to our house and made us leave. We didn’t have time to get dressed or anything, and I forgot to put on my shoes. One of the Guards hit Daddy in the face with his rifle and he bled some, and Mommy cried, and they put us in a truck. They took us and a bunch of other people to what they called the jail, but it used to be the winter pen for the cows and stuff, and it smelled like it. No one talked or anything, and it smelled bad. Then one night a lot of people started shouting and then Mommy was pushing me through a hole, and she told me to run, and I did. I hid in the woods, and I watched the Guards set fire to the building before they left. There were people inside still crying, but after a while they stopped. I didn’t move; I was too scared to, not even to go to the bathroom. When Jimmy and Tom found me, they put me in the river because I smelled bad and was so dirty. Jimmy gave me a shirt to wear; he wouldn’t touch my pajamas.

INT.: Jimmy and Tom said that you three hid in the woods for about a week. Did you find any other survivors?

RILEY: Uh huh. There were a couple more of us—Johnny [HARRISON; see Reel 19] and Becca [MATTHEWS; see Reel 22], Katie [BRADLEY; see Reel 1], Marie [DERNIER; see Reel 4], Iqbal [LAHORE; see Reel 21], and Tae Kyung [HWANG; see Reel 20].


Excerpt from a feature article in The Galactic Gazette:

By R.G. Martine

As the horrifying news and images from the Tarsus IV Disaster continue to flood the Nets, yet another mystery has come forth: Who was Kodos, and where has he gone?

In the wake of the Federation Relief efforts for survivors, the former Governor of the Tarsus IV colony has not only disappeared, but has had all visual records of himself erased and destroyed. Kodos is responsible for ordering the summary executions of no less than four thousand people, and it is thought that he may have smuggled himself off the colony by hiding among other refugees. If found he is expected to be charged with crimes against Sentient Life. In the meantime, Federation authorities have a conundrum on their hands: How can they seek a man in hiding with no image or video file?

As it happens, a small band of child refugees, known as The Tarsus Nine, may have the answer. Each of the children, reportedly aged five to fifteen, escaped Kodos’s death camps across the colony. They witnessed, first hand, actions taken by the Governor before and after the order for genocide. Their identities are being held secret by the authorities as all are minors under Federation law, and may well be targets for reprisal by the missing Kodos or his agents. Aside from the numerous physical and emotional traumas inflicted upon these children, they are now faced with a barrage of questions by Federation officers attempting to create a record for the prosecution.

The preliminary sketches of Kodos provided by their descriptions show an unprepossessing figure, a man of middle age, a Federation citizen. He is, nonetheless, one of the most ruthless killers our society has known in generations.


An advertisement for the Karidian Company of Players, distributed on the Nets in 2248:

The Galactic Cultural Exchange Project
as performed by the Karidian Company of Players

The play will be performed in the Arcturian version unless otherwise noted.
Consider donating! All proceeds go to cross-cultural performances across multiple sectors.


Tarsus IV Recovery Records, 2246-48, Reel 40
Interview Tape: Thomas Leighton

Name: Thomas “Tom” Leighton
Age: 13
Place of Birth: San Francisco, California, Earth, 2233
Relatives: Father, Bill Leighton, Tarsus IV, deceased; Mother, Jane Leighton, Tarsus IV, deceased; Sister, Amanda Leighton, Tarsus IV, deceased.

Begin playback:

INT.: Please state your name for the record.

LEIGHTON: Tom Leighton.

INT.: I understand you and your friends were the ones who saw Kodos in person. Is that correct?

LEIGHTON: Yes, sir.

INT.: Can I ask you about, ah—

LEIGHTON: My face? Yes. I was shot in the face by one of the Civil Guards. They killed the rest of my family, and they would have gotten me too if one of them wasn’t a lousy shot. It stunned me, though. I came out of it a few hours later, when I woke up in a burial pit. They had tossed us all in a hole like a bunch of sacks of meat—well, that’s what we were and what we looked like. Tiny sacks of meat, not even human anymore. I’m surprised they didn’t try to eat us, to be honest. But I guess some “morals” should be preserved.

INT.: [pause] I don’t know what to say.

LEIGHTON: Yeah, me neither. No, I take it back. I know exactly what to say. Kodos was an animal. We all were. Dogs falling on one another, and it was only the biggest, most frightening dogs that came out on top.


Excerpt from “Some Notes on the Orion Immunological Revolution,” an article published in The Journal of Medical Archaeology by Dr. Roger Korby:

       As I hope to have shown here, pre-Union Orion archaeological artifacts indicate that their civilization practiced multiple forms of polyamorous marriage to encourage the breeding of “ideal” children—stronger, faster, and smarter than those supposedly born in monogamous pair-bondings. While contemporary Orions generally do not practice group marriage with this aim in mind, it is nonetheless inarguable that the average Orion (and, indeed, less-than-average Orions) possess immunities and antibodies that far outstrip those of the average Terran, Andorian, or even Tellarite. As long-term exploratory voyages and colonies increase in number, we would do well to consider how we might adapt strategies to improve the overall health and well-being of crews in alien environments.  

       While the Eugenics Wars on Earth have left their mark on Terran culture in the form of virulent prejudice towards genetic augmentation and related medical practices, I believe that the time has come for us to reconsider these methods, on our colonies if not elsewhere. Colonial life is not an easy one and is subject to greater risks to agriculture and public health—as aptly demonstrated by the recent, extreme events on Tarsus IV.  As such, it is only logical that those who seek to pioneer settlements on new worlds should consider what it might mean to adopt revisionist genetic practices, not just for themselves, but for their children’s health and survival.

[Editor’s Note: Shortly after the original publication of this controversial article, Dr. Korby led an expedition to Exo III. Transmissions ceased shortly afterwards, and two expeditions to locate his team, or their bodies, were unsuccessful.]


The following poem by Lenore Karidian first appeared in The Nine Muses: A New collection of Intergalactic Poetry and Prose, 2264. Karidian is a self-described actress who regularly performs as a member of the Karidian Company of Players, founded by her father, Anton Karidian. 

                                           Bitter Fruit

                   My father had a farm where he planted trees—
                   Trees which bore strange fruit—
                   Fruit that was bitter on the tongue and in memory.

                   In memory, this fruit and those trees bloom—
                   Bloom and ripen and fall—
                   Fall and wither and die. ‘To die, to sleep, perchance to dream…’

                   I dream of the last fruits falling,
                   And have fallen, of father sleeping,
                   And I, at last, sleeping too.


Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives
Date: October 12, 2252
Full Name of Researcher: James Tiberius Kirk
Student Service Number, if applicable: SC937-0176CEC
Current Position: Student, Officer Training Program, Starfleet Academy
Material Request: Tarsus IV Recovery Records, 2246-2248, Reel 57

Research Status: DENIED

Notes: Student researchers requesting access to materials in Restricted Access must supply supporting letters from at least two Academy professors and the signature of the Academy Superintendent.


From the desk of Professor John Gill, History Department

To: Superintendent Komack

       I write this letter to support Cadet James Kirk’s request to view the Tarsus IV Disaster materials, currently held in Restricted Access, at Cochrane Library. As you may know, my upper division Federation History seminar requires each student to write a thesis using primary documents and other materials held in Cochrane. When Mr. Kirk proposed the topic of the Tarsus IV Disaster, I was at first taken aback: the incident in question is both recent and less well known than it perhaps it ought to be. Like all government entities in which Humans are apt to take part, the emphasis tends to be overmuch on our triumphs rather than on our darker moments. On Earth, the topic of eugenics is almost taboo, given our own history with the Eugenics Wars—but it is a taboo of our choosing that, I think, makes us cowards. While the actions of Kodos were of course reprehensible, might they not have been averted if we had forced ourselves—and our students—to reckon with our own troubled history more directly?

       Sincerely yours,

       John Gill


From the desk of Professor Elaine Weisman, Curator, Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives

To: Superintendent Komack

       I write this letter to support Cadet James Kirk’s request to access the closed materials of the Tarsus IV Disaster archives. While a notable Professor of History, John Gill seems to have overlooked the fact that his star student, Cadet Kirk, is one of the survivors of the Disaster; indeed, his interview as a child is contained on one of the reels. As such, I believe he should not only access these records, but with his permission, I would like to interview him again to add to these materials in the nature on a retrospective.


Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives
Date: October 27, 2252
Full Name of Researcher: James Tiberius Kirk
Student Service Number, if applicable: SC937-0176CEC
Current Position: Student, Officer Training Program, Starfleet Academy
Material Request: Tarsus IV Recovery Records, 2246-2248, Reel 57

Research Status: APPROVED


Tarsus IV Recovery Records, 2246-48, 2252 Addenda, Reel 1
Interview Tape: James T. Kirk
Interview and recording by Elaine Weisman

Name: James T. Kirk
Age: 19
Location: Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth

Begin playback:

WEISMAN: I’d like to start off by thanking you for consenting to this interview. To date, very few of the survivors have agreed to speak with historians about what happened on Tarsus IV.

KIRK: Does this really surprise you, Professor? It’s not in Human nature to dwell on mistakes past learning from those mistakes. The Federation learned to keep patrolling starships no further than a few weeks’ distant from new colonies at maximum warp—they even signed it into law.

WEISMAN: Do you believe that is all that we could learn from the Tarsus Disaster? To keep our ships closer to our territories in case of emergency?

KIRK: Well, here’s the way I see it. Every few generations something happens to make humanity sit up and promise “Never again.” Perhaps we were only guilty of arrogance in assuming that we were better than our forebears, that in wiping out war, poverty, and hunger, we had finally learned something. And Tarsus showed that, in fact, we hadn’t. Not by a long shot.

WEISMAN: I see. Do you mind if I ask you about the Tarsus Nine?

KIRK: No. Go ahead.

WEISMAN: Well, you were one of them…

KIRK: Yes.

WEISMAN: So you actually saw Kodos.

KIRK: Yes. And I guess I’d like to start off by debunking the popular myth that only nine of us “saw” Kodos. He was the Governor. Everyone saw him. What happened was that he, or someone close to him, was very, very good about purging his records. Do you know that none of his personal or identifying data exist anymore? He’s like a ghost. Maybe a boogeyman, for some of us.

WEISMAN: I take it from this that you’ve actually looked for Kodos, then?

KIRK: When I was very young, I allowed myself some revenge fantasies, and looking for him was part of it. Perhaps it’s as well he’s a ghost—I stopped looking, I focused on my studies. I entered the Academy.

WEISMAN: You’re the top of your class, Cadet. You were the top among your entering cohort as well. Do you have something to prove?

KIRK: You know that Kodos administered various tests to the children of the colony, don’t you? For physical strength, prowess. Intellect. Do you know what it’s like to know that your life is on the line because of a test?

WEISMAN: You might be surprised, Cadet. The Vulcans have a ritual called kahs-wan. It’s a maturity rite leftover from their old warrior culture, in which they send a young child into the desert to survive on its own. While most children emerge unscathed, now and then—

KIRK: Another culture’s barbarity is still barbarity.

WEISMAN: Do you believe it right for us to sit in judgment of others?

KIRK: Do you believe it is ever right to watch people die? Tell me, have you ever watched someone die? Because I have. Many times. I don’t want to do it again.

WEISMAN: You’re in the Officer Training Program, Cadet Kirk. What do you think is going to happen in the field?

KIRK: I don’t believe in no-win scenarios, if that’s what you’re asking.

WEISMAN: It’s not, but point taken. Tell me, does it bother you to think of Kodos out there, free?

KIRK: Of course it does. I know there are reasons we have the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, but—I’ve watched people murder in cold blood so that they can survive, and others take a blind eye to it even when there are thousands of witnesses. Tell me, when does the cycle stop?


Excerpt from Kirk’s thesis “Ethics, Myth, and Revisionism: A Popular History of Tarsus IV,” currently unpublished; a copy is held in the depository of Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives:

       The popular image of “Kodos the Executioner” is problematized because Kodos never killed anyone himself: All those thousands of murders were conducted by his Civil Guards, most of whom were previously employed in typical law enforcement in one form or another. Disobeying the Bard, Kodos did not order all the lawyers to be killed, but rather drafted them to be killers—along with the constables, teachers, farmers, and other members of the private citizenry who were persuaded by crisis that this choice of action was right, just, and necessary. We have studied the pictures that Human history has bequeathed to us in times of horror: gas chambers, burning towers, a reporter kicking a fleeing refugee. But we have never asked why there are so few pictures of the Tarsus IV Disaster, and none of Kodos himself. The answer is obvious: Those records existed, and they were erased. Erasure is a form of control, and controlling the official “story” is the most important part of any narrative.

       In Earth history, we associate the idea of controlled narratives as the worst form of propaganda. It’s what happens when any group decides their ideology is the best of all possible ways; it’s a distinction as simple as language, whether calling a fleet a “fleet” or an “armada.” It is hard to admit, then, that what we call “history” is, and always has been, that particular strain of narrative that a society agrees for a moment is the good and right one. Livy included the story of Aeneas as the founder of Rome because the Emperor Augustus claimed descent from that man. As Arik Soong has pointed out, Khan Noonien Singh is the arch-villain of the Eugenics Wars as much because of our own attitudes towards genetic augmentation in the years following World War III as because of his purported misdeeds. When it comes to Tarsus IV, we have dual controlled narratives: that of the colonists, culpable in murders and guilty of removing all images of Governor Kodos, and that of Starfleet itself, that maintains the few surviving records of the incident in the restricted collections of the archives, limiting access only to researchers with “specific needs.” This is in marked contrast to other incidents of mass murder in human history, documented through the Holocaust Museums that proliferated in the Twentieth Century, or the memorials founded by the New United Nations in each major city as part of rebuilding efforts in the late Twenty-first.

       The victims of Tarsus IV have no memorials, no museums. There are no celebrations for the martyred, and little closure for the survivors. Federation Relief created the Truth and Reconciliation Commission; numerous members of Kodos’s Civil Guards successfully applied for amnesty through that body, and as such dozens of murderers have walked free, their rights as Federation citizens unimpeded by the blood on their hands. We might even take note, however cynically, that when Allied Forces created Operation Paperclip to secure the liberty of over a thousand Nazi scientists, they did so with the goal in mind of preventing significant medical and technological knowledge and data from falling into the hands of the Soviet Union. Kodos’s Guards were not scientists; his own personal theories on eugenics remain unknown and unknowable. Four thousand people died for nothing. And to borrow from King Lear, nothing can come from nothing.


Excerpt from the private diaries of John Gill. These are unpublished and currently part of his papers at Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives:

       Sometimes I think that the worst part of being a historian is how humanity continues to choose, almost every single time without fail, to re-enact our worst sins upon ourselves. It doesn’t matter if one is reading about Adolph Hitler, or Colonel Phillip Green, or John Frederick Paxton, or Governor Kodos. It’s men such as these—truly horrible, terrifying men, who provide structure for societies that are tearing themselves apart, present solutions, often final solutions, and rebuild their worlds on the bones of their brothers. We see this story play out in history, and in myth, too, over and over again: Romulus and Remus, Cain and Abel, Osiris and Set, Hoder and Baldur. Over and over again. Even now. It is troubling—no, beyond that. Perhaps there’s no word for it.

       But. Perhaps I’ve put too much time into thinking on these things, and on Tarsus in particular. I’ve put in a request for a research sabbatical. I’ve read reports on the discovery of a new civilization on the planet Ekos. They too have been suffering, it seems. Perhaps, in observing brave new worlds and the people in them, we might learn something rather different than what Human history has to offer….


From the desk of Professor Elaine Weisman, Curator, Cochrane Memorial Library & Archives

To: Kevin T. Riley

       Dear Cadet Riley,

As you may know, we hold the archives and records related to the Tarsus IV Disaster in our collections. Several years ago, after speaking with another cadet, I took it upon myself to record interviews with the survivors. I’m hoping you will consent to an interview as well, as it would add greatly to the historical documentation of the event.

Cordially yours,

Elaine Weisman

Fr: ktriley@starfleet.edu
To: eweisman@starfleet.edu

       Dear Professor Weisman,

I received your letter in the mail today. Please forgive me, but I don’t wish to be interviewed or recorded. I was a very small child when it all happened, so I don’t remember much anyway.

Sincerely yours,

       Kevin Riley, Cadet


Excerpt from “Some Notes Towards Producing Synthetic Food Sources,” a paper given by Dr. Thomas Leighton before the Annual Meeting of the Federation Empirical Science Society in 2263:

       Some scholars among us have rather convincingly argued that we need look no further than our own replicator technology. After all, starships sent on deep space missions routinely keep the molecular patterns for all of their supplies in transporter memory banks. Surely we need go only a few steps further than that to have a viable source for indefinite quantities of food, maintaining a sustainable matter record in our computers.


       Except, what happens when an accident or attack renders basic life support systems safe but damages the engines and the transporters? Suddenly our crews are helpless, left to starve to death well before the long years or decades necessary to bring them back to Federation space and aid.

       No, would I would argue for is more research into genuine synthetic foodstuffs that can be maintained as emergency stores on starships or on colonies. Further, I would argue that the best hope lies in hydroponics, not least because of the historical success such experiments have had in Human history and elsewhere. Starfleet’s pioneer vessel Enterprise contained a hydroponic greenhouse that supplied their mess with fresh fruits and vegetables. Adapted hydroponics bays could be used to hasten the growth cycles of simple bio matter, such as algae. Mass algae farms were of course widespread on Earth by the end of the Twenty-first Century; brown algae, or kelp, for instance, is rich in minerals and fiber, and has been used as a food staple and alternative to green vegetables on Earth for centuries, if not millennia.

       I am currently continuing my research on this matter in my laboratories on Planet Q. Thanks to a generous joint-grant from the Federation Trade Commission and Starfleet, I hope to present further results for immediate use on Cygnia Minor and elsewhere. Thank you.


Captain’s Log, supplemental.

       Doctor McCoy has assured me that Lenore Karidian will receive the best care. That she truly doesn’t even know that her father, Anton Karidian, a man once called Kodos the Executioner, is dead. She thinks that he’s still acting before cheering crowds. I wonder, does she see the Player King, performing a dumb show for a prince as mad as she, or does she see Macbeth, a leader whose destiny was fore-ordained, cursed well before he ever took command?

       I wonder—does it even matter?

Part Two


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Apr. 15th, 2016 02:01 am (UTC)
Well, poo. This is a great story. I thought they'd go for it just because it was structured a little differently, as well as having a TOS-themed plot.

Glad you finished it. <3
Apr. 15th, 2016 04:38 am (UTC)
They only accepted one TOS story too!! Grump grump grump. I'm glad you liked it, though, and helped me so much to finish it!!!!! <3 <3 <3
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