Imzadi Forever (Star Trek: The Original Series)
Chapter One
"Let's get the hell out of here."
A gentle, eerie howling was in the air, which
seemed to be permeated with the haunting and
lonely cries of souls that had existed or might
never exist or might be in some state of limbo
in between.
In the distance was the city. Its name was
unknown and would forever remain so. The air was
dark and filled with a sense that a storm might
break at any moment. It was that way all the
time. The storm never did break. It just
threatened to do so. The very withholding of the
actual event implied that, should that storm
ever arrive, it might very well bring with it
enough power to wash away all vestiges of that
remarkable intangible called reality.
None of that mattered to the man who was the
leader. The man in the greenish yellow shirt,
whose mind was elsewhere and elsewhen. Behind
him stood his friends, his crew. They waited
patiently. For a moment it appeared that he was
wondering just how long they would be capable of
waiting. What were the limits of their patience?
The limits of their confidence in the man who
was their cap ... read full excerpt from: Star Trek: The Next Generation: Imzadi Forever ebook
