Star Trek - Double Helix, page 120
“He is late of the fleet, Darg,” Thul assured him. “This is a place where new lives are started. All I care about is what a man brings with him, not what he leaves behind. Now then, Darg…the recruitment drive on Argelius. How did that go? We are running short on time, and are rapidly drawing to the ‘now-or-never’ moment.”
“It went quite well, actually,” said Darg, casting one more sidelong glance at Calhoun before continuing his comments to Thul. “Of the twelve representatives I met with, nine showed up in force several hours ago, bringing the required payment along with the people they represent. The population of the Thul Sphere has increased exponentially.”
“Perfectly acceptable,” smiled Thul. “That is perfectly acceptable. The resources of the sphere have been carefully built up. You see, Calhoun,” he continued, turning back to the officer, “this has hardly been an overnight project. I have labored many years to bring this to fruition.”
“You must be very proud.”
“Very, yes. And who is this?”
Calhoun didn’t understand the question, and then realized it wasn’t being addressed to him. Someone else was walking toward them from behind him, joining the group. It was Darg to whom Thul had been speaking.
“This fellow,” Darg said, “was of tremendous use to me on Argelius. I have taken the liberty of inviting him to join our operation. General Thul…this is Kwint. Kwint, this is our glorious leader, the great General Thul. And this is Thul’s glorious associate, Vara Syndra, and Lodec of Danter, and…” he growled the name reluctantly, as if hating to acknowledge that it needed to be spoken, “Mackenzie Calhoun, late of Starfleet. Gentlemen, lady…this is Kwint.”
Calhoun turned and saw a man with silver hair and beard, but a face that otherwise he recognized instantly. His voice caught in his throat as he found himself staring straight into the eyes of Jean-Luc Picard.
XVIII.
“WE WERE SET UP, SI CWAN. I’m sorry, but that’s one of the things I drew from her mind,” said Soleta. She looked around a conference lounge that was occupied at that point by Shelby, Riker, Selar, and Burgoyne, and Si Cwan. Cwan’s face, in particular, was deathly serious. “This ostensibly ‘peaceful’ race you spoke of had actually allied itself with the Romulans. Because of their machine make-up, they were apparently the perfect tools to help put into place the final elements that were needed for Thul’s plan. And they decided to test those elements on our computers. They were simply able to take our computer system over with no problem, punching through all the safeguards and security codes as if they weren’t even there.”
“So their plan is to try and take over computers of starships?” asked Burgoyne. “But why? It sounds somewhat abstract to me.”
“You mentioned Thul. That would be Gerrid Thul,” Si Cwan said slowly.
“You know him, then,” asked Riker.
“More by reputation, although I seem to have a vague recollection of meeting him when I was quite young. A rather power-mad individual. At the time he was a second-level Thallonian nobleman. Very eloquent, but that eloquence helped to cover a ferocity of ambition that was rather chilling. My father once said that Thul is a man who uses lies the way a surgeon uses a scalpel, and assigned him to be in charge of one of the farthest-flung of our outposts. But Thul craved power, and decided that the best way to go about it was to court the emperor’s sister, my aunt. My father thwarted that, feeling that Thul wasn’t good enough for her. This infuriated Thul. Then there was a rebellion…Thul’s son was killed, I believe…and then one thing led to another, and Thul wound up in prison.”
“Well, he’s out, and apparently he has no love for the Federation. What I managed to draw from Sela’s mind before she collapsed is, unfortunately, spotty at best,” admitted Soleta. “Thul has been experimenting with some sort of virus…a virus that apparently is one of the most devastating that the Federation has ever dealt with.”
“Dealt with? You mean it’s surfaced before?” asked Riker.
“Apparently it has, yes,” said Soleta. “The Enterprise first encountered it several years ago on Archaria III. It then resurfaced on Terok Nor a few years later. A variation was used to attack the Romulan royal family, and finally, just before his defection, Tom Riker reported dealing with the virus on a planet in what was then the demilitarized zone between the Federation and Cardassia.”
“But what’s been the point of it all? These repeated attempts at a virus…?” But then Shelby realized it. “He’s planning to unleash it on the Federation, isn’t he.”
“Apparently so,” said Selar. “From what I have garnered, this virus crosses races with the ease that we cross warp space. If Thul does manage to unleash it somehow, it could annihilate every living organism it comes in contact with.”
“But a virus can’t travel through space. How can he possibly do it?” asked Si Cwan.
There was dead silence for a moment as they looked at one another.
Then Riker’s eyes widened. “I get it. Good lord…I get it.”
“Get what?” asked Shelby. “I don’t understand…”
Riker leaned forward, his fingers interlaced. “Federation races share technology. That’s one of the fundamentals of the alliance. That technology includes such standard items as holotech…computers…and replicators.”
“So?” asked Shelby…and then she understood. “Oh, my God.”
Riker nodded. “Replicators work via computers. They tap into a data base and use that information to replicate food, clothing, whatever’s needed. It’s one of the underpinnings of our way of life, because as long as replicators exist, no one wants for anything. With the aid of the artificial intelligence equipment and research that Thul has stolen, via such catspaws as Zolon Darg, and the help of the Narobi, Thul has found a way to access any and all computers throughout the Federation. Because computers are the connecting tissue of the entire Federation.”
“Thul has come up with the ultimate computer virus,” Soleta said, comprehending.
“That’s right,” said Riker. “He’s going to take over the data base of every computer in the Federation, just as easily as he took over ours. Every homeworld, every colony, every starship, everything in the shared computer environment. Once he’s ‘in,’ he’s going to program the replicators to produce this virus of his.”
“But replicators can’t create living things,” said Shelby. “Aren’t viruses partly alive?”
“Partly, yes. But there are ways around it,” Soleta said. “I can think of several.”
“So can I,” said Riker, “And either it’ll put the virus right into the food, or the clothing, or he might just pump it right into the air. We should consider ourselves damn lucky that he didn’t decide to try and replicate the virus aboard the ship or we’d all be goners.”
“We can probably thank the Romulans for that, ironically enough,” Soleta said. “I know them, I know how they think. We did them some serious damage. They probably wanted to beam aboard first and obtain some personal vengeance for the ships of theirs that we destroyed. Once done with that, they likely would have started pumping their virus throughout the ship after they left…” Her voice trailed off.
All eyes turned toward Burgoyne. But s/he shook hir head quickly. “No. No, nothing like that’s been done. We got out of the area fast enough to avoid any such stunts.”
“But we might be carrying something within the computer base…”
“No, that’s the problem. We’re not carrying anything in the computer base. When they got into our mainframe, they wound up erasing all the data. Everything. This ship is a damnable blank slate. All of the fundamental material and information needed for its running is gone.”
“Gone? Completely?”
“Information is never gone completely from a computer, Captain. It’s there somewhere. But when it’s wiped clean, what basically happens is that we can’t get at it. I’ll find a way…but it’ll take time.”
“How much time?”
“I don’t know,” s/he admitted. “I have all my people working on it, but I simply do not know. And that’s not all.”
“What, it gets better?”
“That’s an understatement. Our preliminary probes reveal imprints of mental engrams left behind, like fingerprints. This wasn’t simply a virus or a machine wipe. A mind…an actual mind…entered the computer and nearly wiped it, and us, from existence.”
“The Narobi. It has to be,” said Si Cwan.
“Perfect. So what have we got?” asked Riker. “In terms of capabilities, I mean.”
“Minimal, being routed through manual control. We’ve got life support systems on line. Warp drive is up, as you know, which is how we managed to throw ourselves to…wherever the hell it is that we are.”
“Have we got coordinates as to our present location?” asked Riker.
Shelby nodded. “McHenry says he knows where we are. I have no reason to doubt him.”
“We jumped blind through warp space and he knows where we came out?”
She nodded again. “He’s rather talented that way.”
“So I hear. All right: life support, warp drive…what about communications?”
“Not yet,” said Burgoyne. “Besides, even if we did have communications up and running and could get through to the Federation…what would we say? ‘Excalibur to UFP: Shut down everything throughout the entire Federation. We’re celebrating the bicentennial by reverting to the Stone Age. Cease and desist in your entire way of life until you hear from us again. And by the way, we have no proof.’ Oh, that’s going to go over very well, I can assure you. They’d probably shunt the message over into a committee which would debate about it for three weeks before resolving to tell us that we’re idiots.”
“You’ve made your point, Burgoyne,” Riker said. “Is anything else functioning around here?”
“Manual guidance control just came back on, and we’ve got the viewscreens up and running. Basically, we can move, at warp speed if we need to. But navigation is still off-line. It would be like trying to steer in the dark while blindfolded. It’s impossible. Besides, we have no idea where we would go anyway.”
“Yes. We do,” Soleta said. “That was the one other piece of information I…we,” she amended with a glance toward Selar, “…managed to get out of Sela. The coordinates of where Gerrid Thul is.”
“But as Burgoyne said, trying to plot, to navigate without the computers…unless these coordinates are practically next door, it’s just not possible,” Riker said.
“I wouldn’t be so quick to say that,” Shelby told him. “I suggest we run it past McHenry.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She smiled thinly. “Trust me.”
“All right,” he nodded slowly. “I don’t see that we have much of a choice. Let’s do it, people.”
As they cleared out of the conference lounge, Soleta found herself momentarily alone with Selar. She moved toward her and said, “Doctor…”
But Selar shook her head. “Lieutenant…do not.”
“I was just…”
“Going to thank me?”
“Yes.”
“Do not,” she said again. “I do not wish to be thanked. You have done me service in the past. I found that I could not turn away from you when you were in need. But I compromised myself…my sense of ethics…my very morality. I did harm, Lieutenant.”
“For the greater good, Doctor. That should make it easier.”
“It should. I agree. But…it does not. If you will excuse me,” and she walked out of the conference room.
Mark McHenry stared out at the stars. So many. So many of them. Riker stood behind him on the bridge, as did Shelby. “They are gorgeous, you know,” McHenry said softly. “I see them in my head last thing before I go to sleep…and first thing when I wake up. I know them. Know them all.”
“And you know where we are in relation to them right now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And these coordinates that Soleta has given you…you know where those are, as well?”
“Yes, sir.”
Riker found it hard to believe. He had been treading the spaceways for over half his life, but like virtually everyone else he knew, he required star-charts, computer-generated readouts, and whatever else could be provided for the purpose of making his way around the vastness of space. To just…know… to be able to look out into the galaxy and have that clear an idea in one’s head of exactly where one was…it was astounding.
“And you can get us there?” Riker said.
McHenry closed his eyes a moment. It seemed as if he’d gone to sleep. Riker started to say something, but Shelby touched him gently on the arm and shook her head. Then McHenry opened his eyes once more and said, “Yes, sir. Not a problem.”
“All right, then. Lay in a course—” His voice trailed off, and he corrected himself, because it was impossible to plot a course. All the steering would have to be done manually. “Take us out, Mr. McHenry. Warp factor…” He hesitated and then shrugged. “Whatever you feel comfortable moving at. And let’s hope to hell that Burgoyne has the weapons on line by the time we get there.”
“Aye, sir. May I ask a question, sir?” he inquired as he urged the ship forward.
“Absolutely.”
“What’s going on? I mean, I can get us there, but it’s not without risks. Without navigation on line, it’s going to be a bit trickier avoiding, oh…black holes, asteroid fields and the like. I can do it, mind you…but it’s trickier. The smart thing to do would be to remain where we were until everything is back up and running. So what’s the rush? What are we trying to do?”
“Fair enough.” He glanced around the bridge and said, with sufficient graveness of tone to put across the gravity of the situation, “A deadly virus is threatening to wipe out the lives of everyone we hold dear…and only the good ship Excalibur has a hope of stopping it. Does that answer it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re frowning, Lieutenant. I hope you’re not feeling daunted.”
“No, sir,” said McHenry. “Just the strangest feeling of déjà vu, that’s all. Don’t worry. It’ll be gone soon enough.”
XIX.
CALHOUN HAD BEEN in his quarters for all of two minutes when Kwint showed up at the door. He entered without a word and they faced each other as the door slid closed.
“Are you out of your mind!” Calhoun fairly exploded the moment they were in private. “What the hell are you doing here? You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Calm down, Mac,” Picard said stiffly. “Having apoplexy is not going to help the situation.”
“That’s putting it mildly! It was everything I could do not to react when I saw you! Why are you here? With the hair? And the beard? And Darg?”
“I was sent in by Jellico…”
“Jellico? But he was working with Nechayev! He helped stage an entire confrontation at the big diplomatic reception to make it seem as if I was storming out of Starfleet! It’s how we got Thul’s attention!”
“So it would seem. I was unaware of that. Jellico called me in, summarized the situation for me, and sent me on a mission to get in good with Zolon Darg. He chose me because Jack Crusher and I had dealings in the past with Thul. Jellico had heard the rumors that Thul was involved and wanted to make certain, one way or the other.”
“But if he knew about—” Then Calhoun actually half-smiled to himself. “He didn’t trust me. He didn’t trust me not to screw things up. So he sent you in as back-up, without telling Nechayev or me.”
“Charming,” said Picard.
“And this disguise,” and he tugged slightly at the beard, “was supposed to fool him? It didn’t fool me.”
“First, you’ve seen me far more recently than Thul. He hasn’t laid eyes on me for a good many years, and Darg has never met me. Second, you’re Xenexian. You have a heightened sensitivity to such things. Besides, I didn’t know for sure that I would wind up face to face with Thul. In any event, he hasn’t recognized me, nor has Darg. So we’re safe enough…for the moment. We have to stay steady, though…”
“That was easy until this got personal,” said Calhoun, tightly.
Picard looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Lodec…the Danteri that you saw…?”
“Yes? What about him?”
“He killed my father.”
Picard’s eyes widened in concern. “Are you certain?”
“Absolutely. Absolutely positive.” He paced the room like a caged tiger. “The longer this goes on, the more I think of my father crying out…think of what he did…Picard…there’s so many people here now. It could be covered.”
