A freak shuttlecraft accident -- and suddenly Captain Kirk and most of his senior officers find themselves adrift in space, with no hope of rescue, no hope of repairing their craft, or restoring communications -- with nothing, in short but time on their hands.
Time enough for each to tell the story of the Kobayashi Maru -- the Starfleet Academy test given to command cadets. Nominally a tactical exercise, the Kobayashi Maru is in fact a test of character revealed in the choices each man makes -- and does not make.
Discover now how Starfleet Cadets Kirk, Chekov, Scotty, and Sulu each faced the Kobayashi Maru...and became in turn Starfleet officers.
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
November 30, 1989
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Excerpt from The Kobayashi Maru by Julia Ecklar
"This is Enterprise hailing shuttlecraft Halley. All frequencies are open to you, Halley, and locating circuits are in operation. If you are able, please respond... This is Enterprise hailing ship's shuttle Halley. All frequencies are open to you..."
"Chekov, can't you turn that blasted thing off?"
Leonard McCoy's voice was uncharacteristically low, but cut clearly through Uhura's tinny broadcast over the shuttle radio. In the row of seats across from McCoy, James Kirk opened his eyes to darkness.
For a long moment, Captain James T. Kirk was aware of little save that he was hurt, and he was cold. Then the pain took residence somewhere deep in his right knee, and memory came awake with the pain. The remembering made him vaguely sick. He gingerly turned his head, searching the dark shuttle for Scott and Sulu now that the doctor had roused him.
Leonard McCoy occupied the seat just across the shuttle's main aisle from Kirk, one row ahead of where Sulu, propped carefully upright, still slept. The doctor had been in almost the same position when Kirk, drowsy from McCoy's pain medication, slipped into sleep God knew how long ago. McCoy was bundled into a field jacket nearly a size and a half too large, his hands stuffed sullenly under his arms for warmth. The hard, yellow light from an emergency lamp painted his face in bright relief against the cold darkness around him. He hadn't yet realized Kirk was awake; McCoy's attention was fixed on the forward hatch, where Kirk could hear movement, but where the dark was too deep to see.
"Chekov!" McCoy hissed again. "Turn off the radio!"
"I heard you," Chekov called back, sounding more than just mildly annoyed. There was a long pause, then a muted snap-slide as the Russian pulled one of the radio's circuit boards. The shuttle fell into dismal silence.
"Don't go getting grouchy on me, Bones," Kirk advised McCoy. "The quarters are cramped enough as it is."