STARFLEET CORPS OF ENGINEERS
The practical jokes aboard the holodeck re-creation of the prototype vessel Hyperion have taken a turn for the deadly -- the fail-safes have been overridden, and Stevens, Tev, and a shipload of cadets, one of whom is probably responsible for their predicament, are trapped inside. Commander Gomez must help her crewmates solve the riddle, find the culprit, and free them all before more damage is done -- and people are killed!
BOOK 2 OF 2
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
January 31, 2005
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Excerpt from Star Trek: Creative Couplings, Book 2 by Glenn Hauman
Tev glanced again at the door, but it remained closed. Where was he? Not that Stevens would use the door, necessarily, but it provided a good focal point. And he was long overdue on checking in. He and that Starfleet instructor, Sparks, had dealt with the malfunctioning turbolift, and had rescued Ben Martin, the student trapped within. That was over an hour ago. Martin was back in engineering now, but Stevens should have reported in himself, to let Tev know what had happened. Especially since Martin had mentioned that Stevens had been injured.
"Computer," Tev called out, "Locate Specialist Stevens."
Damn and blast! Of course, he'd tried locating Stevens several times already, and that had been the response each time. For most requests, the computer still recognized his authority and complied, but when it came to shutting down the program, exiting the suite, or locating Stevens and Sparks, it refused. Tev dearly wished he had access to the holosuite's programming panels-then he would teach it to respect him properly. Unfortunately, revealing those was another thing it refused to do.
He glanced around the captain's quarters-his quarters-again. The Hyperion was not a large ship by any stretch, but the rooms were well arranged and certainly this was larger than his cabin on the da Vinci. It was actually larger than Captain Gold's rooms there-Tev knew this because he had memorized the measurements of every room on the ship before he had gone on board. It would be hard to give this up, once the exams were over.
Next to his bed was a small nightstand, a flask, and a book sitting atop it. Tev frowned. The flask was his, a present from his granduncle upon finishing first in his scholastic exit exams, but the book did not belong there. He walked over and picked it up. It was a handsome volume, leather-bound with gilt edges, and had a certain comforting heft to it. Then the title caught his eye: