STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 1STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
March 8, 2268
As he sat at the main bar of the Echo 3 Club, one of the numerous taverns in Coridan’s sprawling capitol, Garadun took a sip from his tumbler of Andorian ale before fingering the leather thong around his neck. He drew it from beneath his shirt and held the small jewel dangling there, looking at it thoughtfully. To him the flawed, five centimeter-long crystal wasn’t much more than a token, a thing of sentimental value because it’d been a gift. But to the galactic population at large it represented enormous wealth and power because this rare mineral was vital to the heart of most starships. It was dilithium, something Coridan had in abundance.
The sliver in Garadun’s hand was too small and too filled with imperfections to be of any industrial use. Similarly flawed crystals were sold as jewellery all over Coridan; it was in fact where his had come from. He didn’t find its semi-translucent, pinkish colour very appea
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: PrologueSTC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the universe, there are an infinite number of realities where people go about their lives, most utterly oblivious to the fact that such an infinite number of possibilities exist. For those who do know, this knowledge is more often than not considered to be too mind-bendingly overwhelming to think about, and they do their best to ignore it, usually over a hot cup of tea.
But this story is not about any such people.
The ones in this story are completely unaware that they have lived many different lives, being reborn again and again, destined to be the best of friends, bosom buddies, two peas in a pod… you get the idea. Their names are Cera and Garadun. These names were given to them when they first came into existence, and they’ve been stuck with them in one form or another through all their various lives. Let it not be said that Fate doesn’t have a sense of humour.
This is the story of Cera and Garadun
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 4STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
August 14, 2268
One of the benefits of having your own ship is that it tends to save on hotel bills. At least as far as Garadun was concerned. Why waste money on a hotel room when you have a perfectly good set of quarters aboard your own vessel? It wasn’t as if he’d been in deep space for a really long spell and needed time off the ship.
When Cera had put Calypso in for restoration, one of the things she’d had done was a full renovation on all the crew quarters: new bunks, new fixtures, new floor panels, new furniture. For her own quarters and Garadun’s, she had Vega Station’s engineering teams take two pairs of adjoining cabins, remove the connecting walls and turn them into a set of suites. They were now the same size as those belonging to commanding officers aboard Constitution class starships, if not slightly larger. Each suite had a bathroom, bedroom, living room, and study. The rest of the ship’s cabins
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 5STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 12, 2268
Cera had a modest suitcase in her hand and Garadun a small dufflebag slung over his shoulder as they made their way to the transporter room. Jan and Nessa were walking behind them. Jan was trying to act cool but inside he was actually nervous. After only a month of serving with Captain Rigel, he was about to be left in command.
All right, so they were in orbit of Vulcan and all he had to do was mind the store for a week or so, but it was still an important responsibility. A lot of people might question the wisdom of putting an Orion in command after only knowing them for a few weeks, but it was all about trust. Garadun trusted Jan Koor to not try and steal Calypso, so Cera trusted him as well. And even if, theoretically, he wanted to steal the ship, there was Nessa to contend with. Jan knew the woman was loyal to her new Captain.
It came down to the simple fact that Jan Koor wasn’t a dishonourable thief. He had
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 6STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 18, 2268
There was something to be said for the regular maintenance of a spaceship. Namely that it gave Garadun an excellent excuse to beam up to Calypso for several hours each day under the pretext of having work to do. He was the first mate after all, and with his Captain busy with her cousin’s upcoming wedding, it was his duty to take over while she was otherwise unavailable.
Jan had been the one to suggest the idea and Garadun latched onto it like a drowning man. He liked spending time with T’Prin, but there was a reason for the phrase “hot as Vulcan.” The planet had some interesting sites and natural wonders and landmarks, but during the day it was simply too hot for him outside air-conditioned buildings. Not to mention little Magik. She was only three months old now and required a lot of love and attention. She got lonely like anyone else; more so in fact. And her missed her, too. Most of his time aboar
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 2STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
June 4, 2268
The Vegan Maintenance and Refurbishment Centre was more commonly known as the Vegan Boneyard; or even more simply, the Boneyard. Located in orbit of the system’s largest gas giant, the Boneyard was home to all manner of decommissioned and derelict spacecraft, from starships to cargo drones. At the facility’s heart was an aging but still very functional drydock where spacecraft were overhauled and given a second life, if they were lucky. If they were unlucky, they got cut up into scrap. The vast majority of the Boneyard’s residents, however, simply sat in their assigned spots collecting space dust. And perhaps dreamed of better days.
Looking out the windows of the main control centre, Cera could see literally hundreds of vessels, with Vega VII looming large in the background. In its own way it was one of the saddest places she had ever seen. As an engineer, starships were like living creatures to her, and they deserved a better
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 3STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
August 10, 2268
Vega is one of humanity’s oldest deep-space settlements, dating back to a time before the formation of the United Federation of Planets. Back then it was called Vega Colony, and it was a central hub among the Earth Cargo Authority trade routes. Now the space lanes have grown considerably and Vega remains a major hub of interstellar activity.
The primary space station in orbit of Vega is Vega Station, which sees traffic from all over the Federation, as well as from outside it. It’s a modified version of the Watchtower class space stations used by Starfleet as Starbases; one of the main differences being that it lacks weaponry of any kind. Vega Station is a civilian spaceport, paid for and run by the Vegan government and its people, and it welcomes any and all who wish to use its facilities. In the extremely unlikely event of an attack, there is always at least one Starfleet vessel in the area to defend it. Often more.
STC: Risan Holiday: PrologueSTC: Risan Holiday: Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
The view of the Orion homeworld from the large window in the captain’s office was a good one, and Captain Cera Rigel leaned against the wall as she took in the sight. This was her first time in the system and she was, to be perfectly honest, rather nervous.
The Orion Syndicate was a well-known galactic power with an infamous reputation. The Orions didn’t have the military might or vast territory that the United Federation of Planets or the Klingon Empire had, but the touch of their green fingers could be felt for hundreds of light-years. They were merchants and pirates, businessmen and slavers. They didn’t care how they made their profits so long as the profits kept coming in.
Unauthorised ships who came to Orion without legitimate business were seized and the crews put into the slave markets. They were notably suspicious of any vessels from the Federation and checked their credentials carefully. Cer
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 7STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
September 20, 2268
T’Prin looked around her new cabin with a sense of contentment. Technically, it was a bit smaller than the quarters she’d had aboard the Tar’Hana, the Vulcan Science Academy vessel where she’d been a junior communications officer. However, it exceeded those quarters when it came to quality and interior design. Spartan is the best word to use when describing Vulcan ships. And of course Cera was having none of that when she had Calypso restored and renovated. Her firm belief was that since crewmen have to spend a lot of their lives aboard ship, their quarters should be as comfortable as possible.
The floor in each cabin had been replaced with new deck plating and covered with durable carpeting that could be easily removed and put back if work on the floor was required. The old double bunks had been replaced with large singles. The beds were all identical, but in a clean, simple
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: EpilogueSTC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Epilogue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
September 20, 2268
When the door to Garadun’s quarters opened and Cera stepped inside, she found that the illumination was somewhat dim when compared to the way most people kept it. Off to her right was his bedroom, and it was lit by a single lamp on the night table by the bed. In the main living room, which she’d entered, there was again only a single tall lamp next to the sofa. In the study beyond the living room there were no lights at all.
It was 22:45 hours by shipboard time. Or as Garadun would insist: “That’s quarter to eleven, already. Enough of this hundred-hours shit.”
Her best friend was really quite old-fashioned in many ways; the room lighting was a perfect example. It was late at night so he kept things lit appropriately. He only used the lighting panels built into the ceiling during the day, and his quarters only had one per room. His living room was laid out l
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 6STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 61 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 15, 2268
When Garadun opened the door to his hotel room, Cera wasn’t surprised to see that he had Magik cradled in his right arm. The kitten looked very sleepy. He didn’t say a word and stepped aside in invitation. As he closed the door behind her, she examined his room. His holiday quarters consisted of a single chamber that was living room in one half and bedroom in the other; the latter led to the small balcony. There was a door leading to a small bathroom and that was it.
Cera frowned at him. “What happened to your suite?”
“I swapped it for this,” he replied and set Magik on the bed. She yawned, stretched, rolled onto her back and resumed snoozing. She was utterly adorable.
“Yes, I just found out,” said Cera. “Why?”
“I didn’t need the suite.” He walked out onto the small balcony. Cera followed. “It was too big and too exp
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 5STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 14, 2268
Since restarting his life among the stars, Garadun had discovered that the universe was an even weirder place than he’d imagined, and that was saying something. Ever since he was a boy he’d grown up on science fiction, so he had a vivid and open imagination. As far as he was concerned anything was possible. Anything.
But tonight the needle had definitely spiked on the weirdometer.
He was sitting in a theatre that was a mix of Risan and Human architectural styles on an alien planet almost ninety light-years from Earth and watching an Agatha Christie play that was over three hundred years old. The Mousetrap had had its debut in 1952 and became the longest-running play in all of Human history. By 2002 it had enjoyed its 50th anniversary and kept right on going.
Now in the mid twenty-third century the classic mystery play had been revived. The West End Players were an acting troupe from Lond
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 4STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 13, 2268
The beaches at Langaniti Point were vastly bigger than those of Suraya Bay. From the top edge to where the waves rolled in over the white sand it was at least two hundred meters; and the shoreline went on for something like fifty kilometres in either direction from the Langaniti Recreation Centre where tourists gathered.
Whereas Suraya Bay was peaceful, almost isolated, Langaniti Point was filled with activity. Thousands of people were scattered over its sands, Risans and visitors alike. Some of the beachgoers were sunbathers, some were swimming in the surf, and some were playing games. Under huge umbrellas people were enjoying picnics and there were even pavilion-style tents that allowed people to have sex in private. The smell of food and the sounds of music and joyful people filled the air.
Cera absolutely loved it. Langaniti Point reminded her of the huge, popular beaches of Earth. She and Nessa had learned about the place
STC: Risan Holiday: EpilogueSTC: Risan Holiday: Epilogue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, U.S.S. Cassini
November 22, 2268
The turbolift eased to a halt and with a distinctive hiss the door opened onto Deck 6, right across from the aft starboard lounge. Sajeen stepped into the corridor and turned to her right. She only had to walk a few steps before reaching the door to her quarters, which was also on her right. Tapping the button on the wall, the door swished aside and she entered the living quarters portion of the double stateroom she shared with her roommate, a beautiful little blonde named Alicia Evans. While Sajeen spent most of her days on Deck 8 in the shuttlecraft maintenance section, Alicia could usually be found on Deck 7 in one of the medical labs. The two women had much in common: they were both very attractive, they were both Crewmen 2nd Class and they were both technicians doing jobs that basically got no recognition whatsoever.
Given the nature of her work Sajeen didn’t wear the standard miniskirt uniform
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 2STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
The Cargo Exchange was the central processing centre for a great many of the merchants and traders who came to Orion on business. It was here that cargos were unloaded and then shipped on to their next destination, or were taken delivery of. Likewise, goods that were destined for offworld ports were loaded aboard freighters; or the arrangements for their loading were made. It was not where goods were bought and sold. Rather this was the hub for much of the interstellar shipping itself.
Although there were numerous large transport companies throughout inhabited space (many of which had offices on Orion) there were just as many, if not more, independent freighters and cargo ships plying the trade routes. They were popular among merchants because they generally had open schedules and could therefore handle emergency jobs and all the other last minute problems that routinely came up with import-export.
One such merchant was Kora
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 3STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 8, 2268
As the last sparkles of light vanished along with the final audible notes of the transporter beam, Garadun instinctively blew out a breath and patted his chest with both hands. He was alive and intact, but as usual he felt as if a few of his molecules had gone missing.
No matter what Jan said, he’d never trust them, not really.
After six long and rather uneventful weeks of travel at maxim warp they had at last reached their destination: Risa. The pleasure planet was famous across occupied space as the ultimate holiday resort. The world featured a tropical climate with stunning aqua-blue seas and pristine white beaches, and was home to a native humanoid species who were equally famous for being open and friendly, especially when it came to matters of romance. Or as Garadun bluntly put it: Risan girls are easy. His big Orion buddy had been talking about little else over the journey. Jan’s g
STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 1STC: Risan Holiday: Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
Once the transport sequence was complete, Cera found herself in a vast open plaza with Jan and Nessa on either side of her. Enclosing the plaza, which was paved with large, irregularly-shaped flagstones, were buildings of a highly decorative style with none more than five storeys in height. The plaza was filled with hundreds of people. The majority were native Orions of course, but there were other alien species present: Lorillians, Rigelians, Andorians, Tellarites, Bolians and Nuvians, just to name a few. She even saw a few Humans in the mix.
“Welcome to Orion, Captain,” said Jan Koor, glancing around the plaza. Nessa took a step closer to Cera, her eyes on the hunt for potential threats.
“Thank you. So where are we?”
“Shalsazan Square.” He pointed to the north. “Over there is the building we seek. I’ve already arranged the meeting.”
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 1STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
December 23, 2268
Keeping fit while living aboard a spaceship is a constant fact of life for crewmen. In the old days before the advent of gravity plating, it was vital to survival because it helped fight the weakening of muscles and bone degeneration. Artificial gravity had eliminated those problems, but regular exercise was still required to maintain good health.
As a rule, Garadun hated regular exercise. That’s not to say he avoided labour. That was also part and parcel of being a spacer; at least for those who lived aboard cargo ships. When a job needed doing, he did it. He’d spent years working in a warehouse during his old life and was no stranger to physical labour. He had the scars to prove it. No, what he hated was exercise. Running on treadmills, lifting weights, doing sit-ups, that sort of thing. Repetitive and brain-numbingly boring, that was. Calypso had its own small gymnasium filled with a v
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 1STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 13 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Uncharted Trinary System
February 22, 2270
The rim of the galaxy is a sparse and lonely place to be, and Calypso and her crew had been travelling through it for almost seven weeks. When someone mentions the rim of the galaxy, the image that comes to mind is a very slim region. But galactic real estate is big; very big indeed. On average, the width of each spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy is something like ten thousand light-years across. At the edges and trailing end of each arm the stars are far fewer in number when compared to the much denser interior of the galaxy. It’s literally darker and colder. On the other hand, being out on the very edge of the galaxy offers one hell of a view.
After leaving their Cêtarii hosts, Calypso’s crew set course for the distant Federation. For the first five days Cera had them cruising along at warp nine to break in the ship’s brand-new, hyper-advanced warp drive. But once she felt it