Preserver
Chapter One
Admiral Leonard H. McCoy, M.D., was too stubborn to die. He was 149 years old.
The total mass of implants in his body, including ceramic-composite hips,
heart-boosters, and synthetic muscles, easily outweighed his original parts, and
he wasn't complaining. He hadn't submitted to these admittedly experimental
procedures because he was afraid of death. He'd lost that fear in his first
five-year mission on the Enterprise. A few landing parties with Jim Kirk
and death was something you came to know on a first-name basis. You also learned
how to ignore it.
But after almost a century and a half of fighting the good fight, McCoy could no
longer ignore the fatigue of battle. He was just plain tired. Because no matter
how many skirmishes he had won, for himself and uncounted others, there was
always that knowledge that in the end the war would be decided in the
adversary's favor.
Here and now, in one of the most secure medical facilities on the entire Klingon
homeworld of Qo'noS, he faced defeat once again. This time, the confrontation
and its likely outcome asked more than he could ... read full excerpt from: Star Trek: Preserver ebook
