Martyr
A Novel (Star Trek: New Frontier)
Prologue
"Get someone else," said M'k'n'zy.
"There is no one else," Sh'nab said. "You are
the one. It is the appointed time, M'k'n'zy, and
your responsibility. I can't believe that you
would want to shirk it."
M'k'n'zy strode back and forth apprehensively
within the confines of his fairly modest hut.
His long black hair was tied back, although a
few stray strands dangled around the
twenty-year-old's face. The scar that ran the
length of his right cheek had flushed bright
red, as it tended to do when there was something
truly frustrating facing him.
Sh'nab couldn't quite understand what M'k'ntzy's
problem was. One of the tribal elders of
Calhoun, Sh'nab had seen M'k'n'zy face down
entire troops of Danteri oppressors. He had seen
him command troops of men, send them into
battle, fight for his life. He had witnessed
M'k'ntzy dealing with every sort of challenge
and problem under the Xenexian sun, and
therefore could not wrap himself around
M'k'n'zy's current problem. After all ...
"She's just a woman, M'k'n'zy!" Sh'nab said, for
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