After two hundred years of civil war the planet Oriana is dying. Most of the surface vegetation is gone, the air is nearlyy unbreathable, and the people themselves are dying. Now, the two warring factions have finally sat down to talk peace, and Captian Picard and the U.S.S. Enterprise are sent ot help them negotiate a settlement.
Picard, Lt. Worf, and Counsellor Troi beam down to Oriana, just as the Starship Enterprise is called away on another urgent mission. Alone on the planet, the U.S.S. Enterprise team learns that htere are people that would rather finish the devastating conflict than talk peace. Suddenly, Picard is accused of murder nad the delicate negotiations have fallen into the hands of Lt. Worf.
Now, Worf and Troi must unravel the truth and prevent planet-wide disaster, before time runs out for the people of Oriana and the crew of the Starship Enterprise.
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
December 01, 1992
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Excerpt from Nightshade by Laurell K. Hamilton
Deanna Troi stood at a viewport gazing at the stars. They were utterly still -- cold, harsh light without a planet's atmosphere to make them twinkle. Troi had sought out this empty corridor and its fine view of the stars. She wanted a few minutes to compose herself before going to the bridge.
The ship was orbiting the planet, Oriana. Generations of civil war had nearly destroyed the planet and its people. Troi wanted to take the unperturbed peace of the stars with her onto the bridge. The ship's counselor had to be calm, relaxed, ready to serve.
"What are you looking at, Counselor?"
She jumped and whirled. "Worf, you frightened me."
The Klingon officer frowned, which was a fearsome sight all on its own. "I did not intend to."
Troi smiled. "I know."
The frown deepened, causing the ridges on his forehead to wrinkle. He nodded.
His emotions, as always, were close to the surface of his thoughts. The Klingon made very little pretense in his own mind. Unlike humans who often lied even to themselves, the Klingon thought what he thought, and did not care that she knew it. It didn't make Worf uncomfortable to be around an empath the way it did some of the crew. Worf had no secrets to keep because secrets implied shame.