Gemworld Book One (Book #58)
by John Vornholt
Gemworld, a planet that over the many millennia, transformed from a luscious
world to a world dominated by Crystalline structures. Six very different life-forms
reside there; The Lipul's, The Frill's, the Jeptah, the Yiltern's and the Elaysians.
Each and every one adapted to their crystalline world.
When a temporal rift appears, strange things begin to happen to their world.
Black, mutant crystals begin to develop, emitting lethal Thorran radiation that
poisons the healthy ones.
A group of new recruits join the Enterprise, one of which is an Elysian called,
Melora. When she experiences visions of impending doom on her homeworld, she
persuades Troi and Picard to help.
On arrival, the Enterprise is caught in the Temporal rift's pull, causing damage
and injury to the ship and its crew. Managing to escape the rift's hold, the
Enterprise moves beneath the planet's protective shell. Relieved that help has
finally come to them, the planet's residents flock to the outside of the ship,
forming a welcoming committee. But the planet's peril becomes all too clear
when an avalanche of dead crystal breaks away and bombards the ship, and it's
hosts.
Troi, Data, Barclay, Picard and Melora take a shuttle and travel deep into Gemworld's
dying core to meet Gemworld's highest leaders to decide on a course of action
to save their world. They learn that the planet is fed by six special crystals,
tended by six of their most esteemed engineers, and when it is discovered that
one of those engineers is a traitor and is feeding his healthy crystal with
the dark matter that is killing the planet slowly but surely, Barclay is designated
to find him. Something terrible happens in Deanna's mind while she sleeps and
Beverly has to sedate her.
Believing that the rift simply needs to be closed by and explosion, many of
the planet's Elaysian's take the Enterprise hostage and insist that Picard fires
a torpedo into the rift. The Enterprise crew, unsure of what the effect of the
explosion would be, foil the Elaysian's by using the holodeck to simulate the
task, thus appeasing them when they see that it is a failure.
Meanwhile, Gemworld's leaders decide that the only way to close the rift is
to shut down the planet's shell, knowing that the Thorran radiation will kill
off all but the Lipul's within eight days...
See Book two for conclusion of this story.
Notable Imzadi moments:
Pages 150 to 151
"How is she?" asked Riker with concern.
"Sedated. You can see her, but she's just sleeping." Crusher grimaced
in frustration. "I tried to keep her awake - to ask her questions and find
out what happened, but she wasn't responsive.
"Did she say anything at all?" asked Picard.
"Quite a bit, but none of it made any sense."
"Like what?"
Crusher looked pained as she replied, "Like something was trying to get
her. Like there was a rip in the bulkhead of her quarters. She said something
about 'it' being in her mind, but I don't know what 'it' is. I can tell you,
there's no medical cause for her condition. With her symptoms, I would normally
call in the ship's counselor, but she is the ship's counselor."
"What will she be like when she wakes up?" asked Riker.
The doctor shrugged wearily. "I honestly don't know. Maybe she'll be fine,
or maybe she'll be like she was when they found her - screaming and incoherent."
"Do you know what she was doing?" asked Picard.
"From her dress, I'd say she was in bed. They found her in the corridor
outside her quarters, and I guess her quarters were also in disarray."
"We can find out from the computer if there were any intruders in her quarters,"
said Picard, starting for the door. "Do you want to come, Number One?"
The first officer again looked stricken with worry. "If you don't mind,
sir, I'd like to stay here...in case she wakes up."
"She won't wake up for hours," said Crusher with a sympathetic smile.
"I'll call you first, Will."
"Thank you." The first officer nodded to the captain, and the two
of them strode briskly into the corridor.
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Page 170
When Crusher entered the main sickbay, she found Will Riker pacing. The big
man whirled around and stared expectantly at her, his clean-shaven face making
him look more boyish than he had in years. "Any change?"
"No," she answered softly, "but the sedative will be wearing
off in fifteen or twenty minutes. The next time she wakes up should tell us
a lot about her condition."
"Can I see her?"
"Why don't we wait until she's awake," said Beverly pleasantly. "I'll
let you buy me a cup of coffee until then."
Riker looked uncertain about leaving Deanna again - after all, it wasn't that
long ago that he had re-discovered his feelings for her. But Crusher smiled
and took his arm, guiding him out of the door and into the corridor before he
could mount a protest. With any luck, thought the doctor, the next time he saw
her, she wouldn't be strapped sown and unconscious.
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Page 174 to 175
"Don't you know you're killing me! Stop it! Stop it!" she cried between
screams and lunges.
"Twenty cc's of lectrazine," ordered Crusher, holding out her hand
for the hypospray.
"Wait a minute...can't we talk to her first?" Riker rushed to her
bedside, pushing the others out of his way. He gently touched her trembling,
sweaty forearm. "Deanna, do you hear me? It's Will."
"Ah! No! Stop!" She cried like a frightened animal caught in a trap,
while she struggled pathetically against her binds.
Riker gazed with anguish at the troubled woman. "Does she have to be tied
up like this?"
"Look at her, Will," shouted Crusher over the din. "I'm afraid
she'll hurt herself!"
Just then, Troi erupted with a scream that was primal, like a childbirth scream,
and even Riker recoiled. Crusher glanced at Ogawa, caught her eye, and waited
as the nurse placed a hypo in her palm.
Will inserted himself between them, shielding Deanna from the hypo. "Let
me talk to her for just a second."
"She's in pain," said Crusher. "I don't know why she's like this,
but the mind can do real damage to the body."
Riker desperately tried to grip Troi's hand, then he yelped in agony as she
dug her fingernails into his flesh. Spittle flew from her mouth as she shouted,
"Don't do that again! You stabbed me! Why? I gave to you, and you took
- " Deanna grimaced and would have doubled over in pain if she weren't
bound so tightly.
With considerable effort, Riker wrenched his bloodied hand away from hers and
rose to his feet, a distraught look on his face. With the path clear, the doctor
waded in with her hypospray.
"You wanted it!" shouted Troi, struggling against her bonds. "You
wanted to know...now you have it all! It's in you...and me. Everyone -"
"I'm sorry," said Crusher as she administered the hypo.
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Pages 175 to 176
"There's nothing you can do for her?"
"We'll keep her comfortable, and we'll try to talk to her again,"
answered Crusher. "Next time, I'll bring her around more gradually. We
don't have any Vulcan's on board, do we?"
"No, none at the moment," muttered Riker. "During the war, most
of them went to serve on Vulcan ships, and we never got them back. You can forget
about a mind-meld."
"Will, I don't know what to tell you." She patted him again on the
shoulder, and they both looked down at the bound figure. Beverly didn't want
to give him any false hope, and she was fresh out of words of encouragement.
"I'm going to get her out of here," vowed Riker. He strode from the
examination room, through main sickbay, and out of the door.
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Pages 208
"He's here," said nurse Ogawa, motioning to the door of the examination
room.
A shadow blocked the entryway, and Beverly Crusher turned from her preparations
to see Will Riker looking apprehensive as his gaze traveled from her to the
sleeping figure of Deanna Troi. She was still restrained, but now intravenous
tubes were attached to her arms. Not a pretty sight, but Crusher was determined
to change that.
"Hello, Commander," she said. "Shall we wait for the captain?"
"No, he's going to be delayed for a while," answered Riker, moving
past her to look worriedly at Troi. "How is she?"
"She's weak, and we had to feed her intravenously. But physically, she's
fine." Crusher leaned over her patient and lifted an eyelid. The pupil
underneath retracted in reaction to the light, and Troi flinched slightly. "She'll
be waking up soon, anyway, but we're going to be helping her along. Last time
we let her awaken on her own, but this time it will be more gradual."
The commander didn't take his eyes off Deanna, and Beverly went on, "You
don't have to stay, Will, but I thought I'd give you the option. There's a good
chance it will turn into a repeat of what we've seen before."
"Then we'll deal with it," he answered, rising to his feet and stepping
back. "I know you'll do the best you can."
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Page 210 to 211
"Hmmm...what's going on?" she asked slowly, licking her dry lips.
She tried to focus her eyes on Riker, and Crusher stepped back to give her a
clear field of vision. "Will? Is that you?"
"It's all right," he answered with joy and relief, rushing toward
her bed. "You're going to be all right."
"I am?" she asked doubtfully.
"You had an accident," said Beverly. She pressed a button, and the
restraints snapped back, drawing attention to themselves.
"Why...was I tied down?" asked Troi with a flash of anger.
"Because of the intravenous tubes," answered the doctor evenly. "So
you wouldn't pull them loose. Let's not talk much now, all right? You've been
through a lot, but I think it's permissible to give Will a hug."
Riker didn't hesitate to follow the doctor's orders, engulfing Deanna's slim
body in his biggest bear hug. Immersed in his all-encompassing embrace, she
gripped him fiercely for a moment, then she went limp with relief and exhaustion.
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Thank you Carol for putting this together =)