by Josepha Sherman & Susan Schwartz
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”
Two months after the events in “Exodus,” the attacks by the Watraii continue. Starfleet Intelligence Chief Admiral Uhura discovers Admiral Chekov is alive and a prisoner of the Watraii. The Watraii and the Federation have no treaty, so Chekov’s rescue must be a covert operation. Again. Uhura sends Ambassador Spock, his wife Captain Saavik, Commander Data, and Captain Scott to retrieve Chekov. The two renegade Klingon captains come along, too.
Besides Adm. Chekov, the Watraii have also stolen a very important Romulan artifact. It is discovered the Watraii homeworld has an extremely harsh environment and constant electrical storms. The Watraii wear masks to protect themselves from their deadly environment.
Meanwhile in the past, it has been 4 years ship-time since the generation ships left Vulcan; 26 years planet-time. Seven ships have been lost. The fleet is already cutting back on rations and life-support systems. The search for a new planet to call home takes far longer than expected.
Random Thoughts Written Down as I Read:
Now:
These authors LOOOOOVE commas!
The Romulan ambassador T’Kala is beautiful. Are there any unpretty female Romulans?
There is seriously way too much inner thought being related. It reveals little; just passes time and fills pages.
Imagine! Uhura hasn’t changed a bit! In two whole months!
How do you *logically* claim this is an inaccurate outburst: “You see, it’s about Chekov.”?
Now, NOW Spock wonders if Chekov actually died in the transporter accident instead of being his usual thorough self and ascertaining the facts?
Regret is illogical.
Hope is illogical.
Sexy thoughts concerning Spock and Saavik are still kinda icky.
Even though Chekov has been held captive for 2 months, he must be rescued NOW, because manufactured urgency is manufactured.
Again, Captain Saavik asks her crew if they would rather opt out of the mission.
Again, her crew stand with her. Yawn.
Worry is illogical.
Indifference is illogical.
Sarcasm is illogical.
It DOES NOT Beg The Question. It raises it.
Ok, I don’t care where a race originates, it is ILLOGICAL to use scarce resources to build warships instead of transport ships to get off the world that is trying to kill you. It is also ILLOGICAL to use live ordnance in war games when you have a limited population. No wait. Not ILLOGICAL. Stupid and suicidal.
The rescue party is discovered by the Watraii because one of them cannot effing whisper.
The young crew on Saavik’s ship is mutinous and careless. It doesn’t speak well for their training or their loyalty.
Chekov is PISSED that he was abandoned 2 months ago. He is healthy and safe, untortured, and angry.
Night falls on Watraii. The entire planet. So Data and his partner in the rescue team sleep. Even though the whole plan only has 48 hours before it is shut down.
Luck is illogical.
Guessing is illogical.
The Sundering occurred over 2,000 years ago. Does that mean the Watraii have been eking out a miserable existence on a hostile planet for 2,000 years? And then they go to war?
If resources, including people, on Watraii are so scarce, how did they build all these ships? How did they discover transporter technology?
The rescue team is STARVING on their 48-hour mission.
Saavik’s ship, Alliance, beams up the rescue party and the stolen artifact. I don’t know why we had to crash-land a shuttle, be captured, overcome guards, run, camp, starve, etc. if we could just beam everything up.
Then:
They have planned for a 100-year journey, but cut back on rations and life support 4 years into it.
There is so much parenthetical thought, I have lost track of the actual conversation.
Why wouldn’t they reunite families, factions, bonded pairs before enforcing the ban on travel between ships to conserve energy? How do you justify allowing 2 people to use a shuttle for a political meeting without filling that craft full of people who want/need to be on other ships. It is ILLOGICAL.
I don’t understand the quaint Victorian behavior of the Vulcans concerning Pon Farr. We are talking about the survival of a species and we STILL can’t speak man-to-unbonded woman or say the word sperm? Yield to the logic of the situation.
I think I am withdrawing my glowing recommendation of this trilogy.
Pride is illogical.
Scolding is illogical.
Wage peace wage peace wage peace wagepeacewagepeacewagepeace
The needs of the many blahblahblah
The Exiles meet and beat the Triskelions.
Yield to the logic of the situation. Yield to the logic of the situation. Yield to it!
The needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few would seem to argue AGAINST a rescue. Just sayin.’
Why do dying people cough?
Boredom is illogical.
Someone needs to write me a song about waging peace. It should be a 60s-70s flavored anti-establishment song.
Blame is illogical.
The timeline is all screwed up. There are adult ship-born, yet Karatek’s babies are still babies.
Wage peace for the needs of the many.
I lost the conversation again. (Too many parenthetical thoughts.)
The needs of the many are to wage peace while yielding to the logic.
They name their new planets after Vulcan god-brothers. The names aren’t given. I bet they are ‘Wage’ and ‘Peace.’
How can a world which doesn’t rotate have permanent day/night? Wouldn’t the revolution around the sun cause (really slow) nightfall?
I suppose the day and the night on the non-rotating world waged peace.
It is a world of fire and ice. It is a world of fire, ice, and shadow.
Self-recrimination is illogical.
Myths are illogical.
The needs of the many are illogical.
Wait, that was a lie. I may be over-reacting. Over-reacting is illogical.
WTF: (comma madness!)
“It gave her a power that, he realized, the child she had been, lost in the ruins of her home, her parents and her betrothed slaughtered, she must crave.”
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