Without warning, a member of the da Vinci crew is found dead in his quarters. Lt. Commander Corsi's investigation is thorough and complete -- and turns up nothing. With all the technology at Starfleet's disposal, with all the technical expertise of the ship's crack team of S.C.E. engineers, no forensic evidence can be found to explain the fatality. With the possibility of an unknown murderer on board, Corsi must use all her training to solve the mystery -- before another body falls...
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
March 14, 2005
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Excerpt from Star Trek: Malefictorum by Terri Osborne
The first thing Lieutenant Commander Domenica Corsi did when the mess hall doors opened was drop to the deck on one knee.
The second thing she did was draw her phaser.
Before she could figure out exactly what had flown through the doors at eye level, it changed shape, morphing until a winged yellow ball about the size of her head floated in the air before her, complete with a strange, almost cartoonlike smiling face on its surface. The idea of Dominion incursion crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it.
It wasn't their style.
Why do I have a feeling Fabe's got something to do with this
"Sorry, Dom," Fabian Stevens's contrite voice said from behind her. "It kind of got away from me there."
I like him, but I swear I'm going to have to kill him.
She holstered her phaser. "Kind of " Brushing back a strand of blond hair, she turned on him, fully prepared to read him the riot act for losing a dangerous device on her ship. He, of all people, should have known better.
She stopped cold at the sight of an elaborate contraption sitting on top of his head. Black goggles rested on his forehead, with red, yellow, and blue leads running back to oddly shaped earpieces. Tiny red lights at the edges of the goggles' faceplate suggested that the device was still working. The only thing missing was a laser, but she was sure he probably had one in there somewhere. To her, it looked more like a truly unfortunate attempt at a Borg disguise than anything else. Corsi gestured at the contraption. "What is on your head "
A Cheshire-cat smile spread across Fabian Stevens's face, and a mischievous glint she knew all too well lit his brown eyes.
Why do I suddenly get the feeling I'm going to regret asking that