01x14 - The Slaver w*apon

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01x14 - The Slaver w*apon

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Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its five

-year mission: To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.

First Officer's Log, Stardate 4187.3.

The Enterprise shuttlecraft Copernicus is en route to Starbase 25 with an important cargo.

A Slaver stasis box discovered by archaeologists on the planet Kzin.

These stasis boxes are the most remarkable thing the Slavers ever produced.

Time stands still inside a stasis box.

A billion years means nothing in there.

What is it, Lieutenant? I've studied the history of the Slaver Empire, but it's sketchy.

We know they were masters of all the intelligent beings in this galaxy a billion years ago.

Until one race revolted.

Are the stasis boxes the only source of information we have? The Slavers and all their subjects were exterminated in the w*r that followed.

Intelligent life had to evolve all over again.

The stasis boxes are the only remnant of those lost civilizations.

Why is it glowing like that? Mr. Sulu! What is our position? Passing Beta Lyrae, sir.

142 degrees north

-east of galactic plane.

Most peculiar.

This indicates there is another stasis box circling Beta Lyrae.

Another one? It would be most illogical that a stasis box would remain here undiscovered for so long.

Beta Lyrae is one of the rare spectacles of the galaxy.

Almost every ship that passes stops to see it.

Maybe no one else was carrying a stasis box detector.

Possible.

The only known stasis box detector is another stasis box.



- Still.

Mr. Sulu.



- Yes, sir? Bring us about.

We'll investigate the Beta Lyrae system.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stasis boxes and their contents are the only remnant of a species which ruled most of this galaxy a billion years ago.

Their effect on science has been incalculable.

In one was found a flying belt which was the key to the artificial gravity field used by starships.

Another box contained a disrupter b*mb with the pin pulled.

As a result, all stasis boxes are now under the jurisdiction of Starfleet, and only certain key specialists handle them.

The boxes are rare, potentially dangerous, and we seem to have found a second one.

I never did like these little ice

-bound worlds.

We are not tourists here, Lieutenant.

Mr. Spock, if it takes a stasis box to find another stasis box, how did anyone ever find the first one? As with a number of discoveries, purely by accident, Lieutenant.

The other box seems to be almost under us, perhaps 30 meters below the ice.

We won't have any trouble digging for it.

In this low pressure, the ice should boil as soon as the phasers melt it.

I must take full responsibility for this event.

Instead of being warned by the highly unlikely coincidence of a second stasis box, I allowed its possible value to influence my judgment.

The Kzinti now possess our stasis box.

Its contents will determine how much damage my error has done the Federation and its people.



- Where are we?

- A Kzinti spacecraft.

That isn't good.

Kzinti aren't supposed to have phasers, are they? The Treaty of Sirius does not permit them any weapons at all, beyond police vessels.

Obviously, the treaty has been broken.

A police web.

We won't be able to move unless we can turn it off somehow.

The lean, bedraggled one is a reader of minds.

I've heard all Kzinti telepaths are unhappy neurotics.

He fits the description.

There is no sure way to guard our thoughts from him.

Mr. Sulu, he is not likely to deal with me or Lieutenant Uhura.

She and I are inferior beings to them.

But the Kzinti are meat eaters.

If you sense him reading your mind, think of eating a raw vegetable.

Yes, sir.

Maybe I can goad them into revealing their purpose.

Lieutenant Uhura.

This may be crucial.

In the presence of the Kzinti, do not say anything, do not do anything startling.

Try to look harmless.

Any special reason? Are you forgetting Kzinti females are dumb animals? In an emergency the Kzinti may forget a human female is an intelligent creature.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Lieutenant, I value your intelligence, but we may be able to seize an opportunity to escape

- if the Kzinti believe you have none.



- Yes, sir.

Identify yourself.

Lieutenant Sulu of the Starfleet vessel Enterprise.

This is First Officer Spock.

You're a Vulcan.

I feel no pressing need to talk to an eater of roots and leaves.

Humans at least are omnivorous.

I am Chuft Captain.

You are prisoners aboard the privateer Traitor's Claw, a stolen police vessel.

Stealing must be a habit with you.

This ship, two stasis boxes.

Kzinti archaeologists found both boxes, but the one we managed to keep was empty.

It served us well as bait to draw you here, but the Slavers had weapons that could devastate a galaxy.

There could be one in that box.

The Kzinti fought four wars with humankind and lost all of them.

The last one was 200 years ago, and you haven't learned a thing since.

Guard your speech.

None of my crew has yet tasted human meat as our ancestors did.

We would welcome the opportunity.

Always you have had superior equipment.

We seek a w*apon that will defeat you at last.

Then you're really working for the Kzinti government.

The records will show the Traitor's Claw is a stolen police ship.

If we are captured, the Highest of Kzin will repudiate us.

But if we succeed, you are meat for our tables.



- Could that be a picture of a Slaver?

- Lf so, it is the first ever discovered.



- An important historical find.



- It looks like fresh meat.

Over a billion years in that box, and it looks fresh.

Nothing like this has ever been found.

We are the only ones who have it.

Look at it, human.

This w*apon may well mean the end of mankind.

First Officer's Log, supplemental.

The Kzinti now possess a w*apon potentially deadly to the entire galaxy.

The extent of its power remains to be seen.

Have the humans moved to the surface and be sure they are secured in the police web.



- We will use them to test the w*apon.



- Yes, Chuft Captain.

You have observed the aliens.

Can you read their minds? I can read Sulu, with difficulty, Chuft Captain.

The other human is only a female.

The third is a pacifistic herbivore.

Surely you would not force me to delve such minds? If it is necessary.

I realize the time you need to recover from each effort.

Chuft Captain, we have finished testing the meat that was in the stasis box.

It is protoplasmic and poisonous.

What of the picture? The human, Sulu, believes it to be a Slaver.

So do I.

It would have made a worthy enemy.

Perhaps the toggle.

Telepath! Am I not affecting him at all?

- Is it the life support belt interfering?

- No, Chuft Captain.

He hears a faint whine, but he feels no ill effects.

There is a vibration in the metal of his belt.

Chuft Captain, he is too alien.

He makes me taste yellow root munched between flat teeth.

Be glad if you need not read the Vulcan's mind.

It may be a communications device, or a sonic stunner designed to affect members of a race now dead.

A good serviceable telescope.

They built well, these Slavers.

It is of no use to us.

We already have small telescopes.

I give you credit, human.

You are not afraid to die.

Merely a laser.

The Federation has had a more effective model for over 100 years.

Telepath's suit is ruptured! Never mind that.

The female is escaping!

- What of it?

- Fool! Human females are intelligent.

Telepath's suit lost considerable pressure.

We reached the ship in time to save him.

Good.

We will need him later.



- What is this?

- Perhaps a personal rocket motor.

One could place one's foot on the pedals and balance.

It appears to be transportation, not a w*apon.



- Nice try.



- I'm slowing down.

I used to run the 100 in record time.



- How long was I out? Did I miss much?

- Not much.

A lot of good they'll get out of that rocket setting.

We are fortunate none of the settings so far have been superior to the technology now available to the Federation.

No g*n sight.

No obvious way to aim it.



- Mr. Spock.

I can move.



- So can I.

The police web is off.

The fifth setting seems to be an energy absorber.

Fascinating.

I had no idea the Slavers had such things.



- Mr. Spock, we

- Yes.

When I give the word, make for the shuttle.

Remember to zigzag.

Ready? Go.



- Chuft Captain, what happened?

- I would rather not discuss it.

Help me into the ship.

Mr. Spock! I thought it was one of the aliens.

I have the w*apon.

They've got Uhura.

And subspace radio.

They can call for help from the Kzin planet

- if they think the w*apon's worth it.



- No, they cannot.

Or rather, will not.



- Why?

- Because I kicked Chuft Captain.

Consider.

Chuft Captain has been att*cked by an herbivorous pacifist, an eater of leaves and roots, one who traditionally does not fight.

And the ultimate insult, I left him alive.

Chuft Captain's honor is at stake.

He must seek personal revenge before he can call for help.

That gives us some time.



- You did plan it that way?

- Of course.

As long as you stay free, the Kzinti can't or won't do anything.

But they could use Lieutenant Uhura as a bribe.

Agreed.

However, to this point, we have not seen anything more powerful

- than equipment Starfleet already has.



- Yes.

But I have a feeling, Mr. Spock.

This w*apon must have belonged to a spy, an espionage agent.

I acknowledge your expertise in the field of weapons, Mr.

Sulu, but I do not see how you can determine probable ownership.

Well, here, look at it.

All these settings.

We don't know a common Slaver soldier couldn't handle them, but as a w*apon, only the laser is effective.

The others aren't necessary for the line soldier's one purpose, to destroy the enemy.

Assuming it's a spy w*apon then, the Slavers would have wanted to keep it a secret w*apon.

If so, it is logical to assume it has a self

-destruct setting, too.



- But we've seen all the phases.



- Perhaps not.

There is the null setting.

It seems to do nothing.

But why should it be there? It does not correspond to a safety lock.

It may be the key to another setting.

This is the Traitor's Claw calling Mr. Sulu.

We have the female prisoner.

Will you bargain, or must we take harsh action? It will not be pleasant for her.

I repeat.

We have the female prisoner as hostage.

You have something we want.

We will trade her life for the Slaver w*apon.



- Answer him, Lieutenant.



- Lieutenant Sulu here.



- What about Mr. Spock?

- He must surrender.



- I will offer him single combat.



- Not interested.

I am as the Vulcan left me, with two ribs broken.

I have not set them nor bandaged myself.

He may conceivably k*ll me.

Kzinti ribs have some vertical bracing.

But I kicked him over one heart.

I compute the odds of my defeating Chuft Captain in combat at 16

-to

-1 against.

Offer refused.

They think very little of you.

Wrong.

They don't think much of you.

A self

-destruct mechanism would not have a g*n sight.

No.

Let's see what this does do.

We can't give them that! Fascinating.

No world in the Federation has produced anything so powerful.

Almost beyond theoretical limits.

Total conversion of matter to energy at a distance.

If the Kzinti had that the whole galaxy would be their dinner table.

Hit the dirt!

- What would this be?

- I have no idea.

It is generating power.

There is a grid.

It may be another communications device.

But that seems redundant.

It has the Kzinti frightened.

The Kzinti have legends of weapons haunted by their owners.

Could it be a voice

-activated mechanism? No.

It appears to be conversing with them.

A reasoning computer that small? How long has it been since you were turned off? I do not know.

When I am off, I have no sense of passing time.



- What is the last thing you remember?

- We were on a mission.

I may not tell you of it unless you know certain code words.

If you could describe the positions of the stars in your sector, we would know how much time has passed since then.

Without certain code words, I may not describe our location.

One of the settings on this w*apon was a total conversion beam.

We saw it.

Tell us how to find it.

Twist my widdershins until you reach the null position.



- Then

- They've got it.



- There must be something we can do.



- Most peculiar.

That was not the total conversion beam setting.

Like others, this form seems to possess no g*n sight.

It may be a broad

-beam w*apon, for use only from orbit.

We saw its power.

I suggest you fire at a very distant target.

Very well.

We can't let them have that w*apon.



- They are not about to get it, Lieutenant.



- Why not? Assume you are a Slaver w*r computer.

You've been turned off.

You do not know for how long, but when you were turned off, there was a w*r on.

Now you are awakened by aliens you never saw before.

They do not know any of the m*llitary passwords.

They ask you so many questions it is obvious they know little about you.

Your owner is nowhere about.

What would you think? I'd think I'd been captured by the enemy.

Or an enemy, at least.

And when they asked you how to find your most powerful w*apon setting, what would you give them? Activate life support belts.



- A disrupter field.



- Yes.

Another conventional w*apon.

It appears the total conversion beam was the only thing the Slavers had that we do not.

No sign of the w*apon, of course.

It would have looked nice in some museum.

It never would have reached the museum, Lieutenant.

There was too much power in that one setting.

If not the Kzinti, the Klingons or some other species would have tried to possess it.

Strange, how the past sometimes breaks through into the present.

That ancient w*r could have sparked a new w*r between man and Kzinti.

Didn't you say the Kzinti have legends of weapons haunted by their dead owners? Yes, an ancient superstition.

At this rate, they'll never get over those old superstitions.
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