Star Trek: The Original Series: Vulcan's Heart [Secure Mobipocket]
eBook by Susan Shwartz
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description:  Now a diplomat for the United Federation of Planets, Spock agrees to a bonding with Saavik, his former protege. Plans for the pair's union are thrown off course when Spock receives a communication luring him to the Romulan empire. Spock must use all of his skills to survive a crisis that will determine the fate of empires.
eBook Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc./Pocket Books, Published: 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2002
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Available eBook Formats [Secure Mobipocket - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (688 KB]
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Microsoft Reader ISBN, Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN, MobiPocket Reader ISBN, eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0743411129
 
One
VULCAN, SAREK'S ESTATE, DAY 2, FIRST WEEK OF SHARVEEN, YEAR 2329
Lieutenant Jean-Luc Picard of Starfleet, twenty-four Earth
years old and, for all his Starfleet experience, feeling painfully aware
of his youth amid this distinguished gathering, tugged surreptitiously
at the hem of his dress uniform's tunic, trying to get the cursed thing
to lie properly--and trying at the same time not to sweat. Tri-ox
injections might help a human deal with Vulcan's thinner atmosphere, but
the climate was still unbelievably warm, even now when it was barely
dawn. It was rather flattering that his captain should have picked him
to be part of this ceremonial team, but--
"Already hotter than good old Terran Hell, isn't it?" a voice with an
unmistakable Southern United States accent drawled.
Picard turned sharply, and found himself staring into a weatherworn,
aged face--with two of the shrewdest, least-aged eyes he'd seen. "Sir?"
Picard began, then hastily upgraded that as the man's trim maroon
uniform and metallic ornaments registered (despite the floppy, decidedly
nonregulation sunhat): "Admiral!" God, there was only one Starfleet
admiral who would be this old, and this old-fashionedly Southern:
"Admiral--Doctor--Admiral McCoy!"
"Doctor, please. Sounds more natural."
But this was the McCoy, Leonard McCoy, the one who'd shipped with
Captain James T. Kirk aboard the original Enterprise, yes, and
with Mr. Spock, Ambassador Spock, too--Picard had to fight himself not
to grab the admiral's hand, reminding himself sternly, You are not a
raw cadet, you are a Starfleet lieutenant. Of course the admiral
would be here; he was one of Spock's oldest Starfleet friends. But
this--this was like meeting part of living history!
"At ease, son," the famous McCoy said wryly. "This damn climate's no
place for military formality."
"But, sir, I--I know--"
"You're not going to tell me you read about me in school, are
you?"
At Picard's guilty start, McCoy snorted. "Isn't that charming.
Lieutenant Whoever..."
"Picard, sir. Jean-Luc Picard, serving with Captain Anton Manning."
"A pleasure, Lieutenant Jean-Luc Picard. But I haven't survived a
century just to become someone's folk hero!"
The world-weary grin was infectious. Picard hazarded a smile in return,
then abruptly remembered where he was, and why he was here, and went
back to attention.
"Nice turnout," McCoy murmured in his ear. "But then, Spock's earned
it."
Picard glanced subtly about. He couldn't put names to most of the
civilians, although there was no mistaking the strong features of Dr.
Mbiti, the Kenyan-born Ambassador to Vulcan, in his flowing red, green,
and black robes. There were no less than twenty Starfleet officers,
eighteen human men and women, one lithe gray-furred felinoid Ikatr, and
one startlingly blue Bolian. All of them, including his solid,
middle-aged captain, looked crisp, clean, and uncomfortable in their
dress uniforms, a row of muted reds and blues. The Vulcan dignitaries, a
mixed lot of scientists and diplomats, men and women, were still
assembling, elegant, lean figures, utterly tranquil and absolutely
silent in their flowing white or brown or blue robes. Picard
straightened as he recognized one of them, too, a slender woman in a
long bronze robe, from the newsvids: T'Sera, who had led the second
archaeological expedition to M-113.
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