When a cultural observation probe malfunctions and crash-lands on a pre-warp world, the S.C.E. is sent in to destroy it before the technology falls into the hands of a civilization not prepared for it. Unfortunately, when Commander Gomez and her team arrive, they find that the device has already been captured by terrorist forces who intend to reverse-engineer the technology into a weapon that will change the balance of power on their world to deadly effect!
Now it's a race against time for the S.C.E. to find and destroy the probe before it's too late!
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
December 31, 2003
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Excerpt from Star Trek: Failsafe by David Mack
The sky was a blackish purple bruise, filled with banks of swollen storm clouds that dragged heavy coils of rain across the barren plains. Crashing thunder echoed off the distant mountains and rolled away into gritty rumbles. The cold, bitter wind smelled of dirt, and for a moment it dispelled the thick stench of rotting flesh that rose from the hastily excavated pit in front of Venekan Army Trooper Genek Maleska.
Wind-whipped dust stung his face. He lowered his goggles and lifted his face mask, both of which became caked with a mix of brown dust and chalky lime powder from the pit. Maleska could barely see an arm's length in front of his face, but he heard the growl of the excavator's engine as it revved up. He listened to its heavy treads grind forward then stop. A moment later the ground shook as the gigantic industrial vehicle filled a quarter of the pit with fresh-dug black earth.
The falling load of dirt kicked up its own gust of wind and blew most of the lime off the overlapped rows of X'Mari corpses that lined the bottom of the pit, four layers deep.
Maleska coughed. He felt his chest tighten and knew he was moments away from a second taste of his breakfast. He planted the butt of his rifle on the ground as he dropped to his knees and pulled his face mask down and out of the way.
His vomiting didn't last long. The acidic bile burned in the back of his throat. He licked his teeth and spat twice to expel the sour taste from his mouth. He lifted his arm to sleeve the flecks of food and spittle from his mouth and chin, but he stopped as he saw that his uniform was shrouded from head to toe in a thick coat of dust. He put his mask back on.
Another load of dirt made a trembling impact in the grave pit. Then the sky darkened as if a giant black curtain had been pulled across it. A loud clap of thunder was followed by a scattered fall of fat raindrops sweeping in from the plains. The sky broke in a sheeting, heavy downpour. The dust coating his uniform turned to mud and washed away in slow, dirty rivulets, revealing the gray-green patterns of his camouflage fatigues.