Identical twins Gerda and Idun Asmund lost their human parents early in life and were raised as warriors on the Klingon homeworld. They were taught to face every danger shoulder to shoulder -- regarding each other as the only certainty in a dangerous and uncertain universe.
The Asmunds continued to depend on each other as helm officer and navigator on the Starship Stargazer, peril and adversity forging a bond between them as strong as tritanium.
But that bond is tested when a transporter mishap deposits a mysterious visitor on the Stargazer -- a beautiful woman from another universe who resembles Gerda and Idun as closely as they resemble each other.
As Captain Jean-Luc Picard pits the Stargazer against a savage alien species in a gallant attempt to send their visitor home, Gerda comes to suspect the woman of treachery. But she has to wonder -- is she following her Klingon instincts or succumbing to simple jealousy?
Gerda needs to find out -- before Picard and his crew pay for their generosity with their lives.
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July 09, 2003
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Excerpt from Star Trek: The Next Generation: Stargazer: Three by Michael Jan Friedman
Gerda Asmund had developed a certain level of awareness as a child, a sensitivity that came close to the level of pure, untutored instinct.
At the moment, as she studied the updated data on her navigation monitor to see what kind of hazards awaited the Stargazer in the solar system they were approaching, that awareness told her she was being watched. But it was experience that told her by whom.
Turning to her twin sister, Idun, who was sitting at the helm panel beside her, she said in a soft voice, "Just behind you and to the right. At the engineering console."
Idun's brow creased ever so slightly. Then she cast a glance over her shoulder in the indicated direction. When she returned her attention to her helm controls, it was with an air of puzzlement so subtle and unobtrusive that only her sister was likely to recognize it.
"Refsland " said Idun.
William Refsland was the ship's senior transporter operator -- an efficient and responsible member of the crew, by all accounts. But he displayed what was, in Gerda's estimate, a single very annoying habit.
"He keeps staring at us," she told her sister.
"What's so funny " Gerda asked.
"I'll bet he's fantasizing," her sister said.
Gerda looked at her. "Fantasizing "
"We're twins," Idun said, as if that were all the explanation Gerda needed.
"And " said the navigator.
Her sister sighed. "Refsland is probably imagining what it would be like to have sex with us." Then, seeing that Gerda was still perplexed, she added, "You know...at the same time "
Gerda realized her mouth was hanging open. She closed it. "Why do you say that " she asked.
"It's a fairly common daydream among human males," said Idun. "You've never heard of it "
"No," said Gerda, uncomfortable with her ignorance. "I haven't. But why would anyone want to have sex with two people at once Wouldn't it be dangerous "
"Only among Klingons," Idun noted.
Gerda frowned. "Right. Stupid of me."
Humans had a significantly gentler sex life than Klingons did -- Gerda and her sister being notable exceptions to that rule. Having been raised on the Klingon homeworld by a Klingon family, their sexual hungers and behaviors had been formed in the steaming cauldron of their adopted culture -- much to the chagrin of Gerda's recently adopted lover, Carter Greyhorse.
Or at least, Gerda added, that was the way he had felt at first. After a while, Greyhorse had grown accustomed to her decidedly Klingon brand of intimacy.
She glanced at Refsland again. He seemed intent on his console, where it was his job to periodically study ambient conditions against the prospect of an emergency transport. But Gerda got the impression that he was only biding his time before he snuck another peek at her and her sister.
The navigator felt a hot lump of anger lodge in her throat. It wasn't the notion that Refsland wanted to have sex with her that bothered her so much. It was the idea that he coveted her only because she was a twin.
Without meaning to, she expressed the thought out loud.
"I know," said Idun, though she didn't sound particularly resentful. "It's as if we're a matched set of bat'leths, valuable only because we're exactly the same."
Gerda shot another look at Refsland. He was talking to Paxton, the communications officer, and laughing about something she couldn't make out.
For their sake, Gerda hoped it wasn't what she thought it was.