Thanks to the accidental triggering of an ancient alien technology, Captain Kirk has been banished to his own past. During a brutal massacre on Tarsus IV, Kodos the Executioner entered the history books as one of the most genocidal tyrants of the twenty-third century. As a boy, Kirk barely survived. Can he stand by now and let it happen again?
Lt. Kevin Riley is the only other survivor of Tarsus IV serving aboard the U.S.S Enterprise. His traumatic memories provide Spock's best hope of finding their time-lost captain - before Kirk alters their time line forever!
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
June 25, 2002
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Excerpt from The Past Prologue by L.A. Graf
Cold bit at Kirk's cheeks as he followed his youngest crewman deeper into the frozen dark. The glow of the boy's carbide lamp barely disturbed the surface of the blackness, and it didn't soften the hard angles of the fresh ice sheets surrounding them at all. It only pushed the dark ahead of them, one cautious step at a time. Chekov followed the invisible line sketched for him by his compass and Kirk tried not to make the ensign any more nervous than he already was by treading on his heels as he followed.
The maps were good, Kirk thought, flipping through the painstakingly drawn pages and mentally reliving the landing party's passage through each of those chambers and tunnels as he did so. Amazingly good, considering they'd had to be re-created in the midst of everything else the group had gone through to get this far. Now they were close to being out of this subterranean icebox. The exit was only a few tens of meters over their heads -- hot showers, full meals, and clean, dry uniforms were just a short vertical climb in their futures, and Kirk was as glad as anyone else to be done with this part of their adventure. At least he could attack the mystery of the star-ships scattered across Tlaoli's surface from the relative safety of his own bridge, with his crew safe and whole alongside him.
An unexpected bark, popping against the unseen walls of the cavern, yanked Kirk to a halt. He shot a quick look in the direction where the clatter seemed to settle, but, strain as he might, could only see the same opaque blackness that had hidden every other danger since they'd set foot in this cave. Kirk grabbed at Chekov's shoulder to halt him. "Do you hear that?" he asked urgently, releasing the boy to turn and check the party members they'd left near the entrance.
Heat from a sudden fire swarmed up into his face and knocked him to the ground.