Star Trek: The Next Generation: Slings and Arrows #4: That Sleep of Death : Star Trek: TNG: Slings and Arrows
A new six-part epic covering the first year of service of the U.S.S. Enterprise-E, leading up to the events of the hit movie Star Trek: First Contact.
THAT SLEEP OF DEATH
In the wake of increased concern over the Dominion threat, Dr. Beverly Crusher has attempted to improve morale on the Enterprise by starting up her theater company -- beginning with a production of A Christmas Carol. But before opening night, a devastating malady starts striking down the crew.
Forced to rely on a piece of technology she despises -- the Emergency Medical Hologram -- Dr. Crusher must find a cure before it's too late!
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1 . Only 44 pages
Posted May 19, 2010 by Dee , Germansville, PAWhat a rip off. This book is only 44 pages. Should be listed as a short story. Not worth the price. Would be nice if you would list the number of pages in your info on each book. I would not have bought it, if I had know it was so short.
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January 13, 2008
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Excerpt from Star Trek: The Next Generation: Slings and Arrows #4: That Sleep of Death by Terri Osborne
"This must be distinctly understood or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am about to relate. Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that," Data said, his best attempt at a period accent coming out more like a Cockney squawk than actual speaking, as he strode downstage from his mark near the stage right wings to center stage. "Old Marley was dead as a doornail. The registrar of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was as good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.'"
With mention of Scrooge's name, Reginald Barclay began working his way across the sidewalk stage left of Data's mark, leaning on the silver-tipped rosewood walking stick that had seemed perfect for Scrooge. He hobbled like a feeble old man. Come on, Reg, Beverly thought. You can do it. Feeble, yet regal. Remember that.
"Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I do not know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnized it with an undoubted bargain."
The whole time Data was going about with his narration, Beverly's eyes had been glued to Reginald Barclay. He stood there in the holodeck's re-creation of an old English street, cane in his right hand, practicing walking like someone two hundred years his senior. He certainly was getting the body language down, but there was something about his manner that still wasn't there. "No, Reg. That's not quite it, either," Beverly Crusher said, pondering both the set and her actors with equal levels of perplexity.
The Victorian era in England was something that the holodeck usually got, but this time there was just something that didn't feel right about it. That was the problem with using the holodeck as a set designer; it took the director's words literally, offering little if any creativity of its own. So, while the crisp white gingerbread decorating the houses was beautiful, it just felt so...repetitious. The design was just fine, but it lacked the distinctiveness of one that Lieutenant Royce might have put into the production back on the Enterprise-D.
That was when it hit her. The scene didn't feel alive. The trees, fences, and houses felt like nothing more than cheap set decoration. There was none of the lived-in look that Royce used to give his sets. Royce may have been one of the least productive scientists in xenobiology, always aiming that eagle-sharp focus of his on one species, concentrating on them for weeks on end -- his papers on the Cardassians alone could probably fill a library -- but he'd always chipped in when necessary, and his creativity was something she was really beginning to miss. Ensign Taylor's costumes had always been quite the works of art on their own, as well.
Well, it is the first production on the ship. Royce and Taylor both moved on. I'm sure a new group of designers will come together soon enough. In the meantime, Beverly would have to serve as set, costume, lighting, and sound designer in addition to her usual duties as director and stage manager. Yes, I definitely need to find a design team before I try another production. This is what I get for having bright ideas about starting the theater troupe up again.
"Doctor," Data said, interrupting her thoughts, "perhaps if I began the opening narration as I walked onstage, instead of coming on and then speaking the words? Would you like to see that?"
If there was one thing that could be said about Data's growth over the years she'd known him, Beverly would have immediately said creativity. He had wanted the role of Scrooge, but she had said no. He had already played the role before, even if it was before he installed the emotion chip, and thanks to that chip, he was rediscovering that same creativity with the verve of a child cut loose with every toy in a make-believe toy box.
Beverly was spared having to find an answer for the android by the voice of Will Riker on the ship's comm. "All senior staff report to the observation lounge immediately."
"All right, then," she said. "We'll pick it up from here tomorrow. Computer, save program and exit."
The yellow-on-black grid that lined the holodeck's room bid them farewell as Beverly, Data, and Reg all headed out. The latter made his way toward an aft turbolift while Data and Crusher went fore.
"Perhaps if I tried the introduction as a walk-through," Data suggested, timing his offering just as the turbolift doors opened to allow them access.