Star Trek The Second Life of Janice Lester
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Andi told me the other day that she would have liked seeing Captain James
Kirk, in the body of Janice Lester (i.e., played by Sandra Smith), take
command of the starship _Enterprise_ and wallop a few Klingon ships. I
confess that the thought of a woman sitting in the famous Captain's chair
in a gold mini-dress appeals to me as well.
Ah yes... "Turnabout Intruder", the last episode of ST:TOS and the great
unrealised opportunity. If only it had gone differently...
Janice Lester - Star Trek: The Undiscovered Opportunity
By Andrea Foster
BEGIN FANTASY
Janice Lester, having stolen Kirk's body but lacking any of his training
or experience, and obsessed with dumping the new "Dr. Lester" off at the
Benecia Colony as soon as possible, blunders into a pair of raiding
Klingon battle cruisers... Disruptor bolts slam into the Enterprise's
shields and the ship heaves like a broaching whale. Alarms scream...
damage and casualty reports pour in... Janice panics and loses it...
Lacking any orders, Sulu puts the helm over and the Enterprise flees, with
the Klingons in hot pursuit...
Meanwhile... Battle damage has cut power to the force fields in the
brig... "Janice", Spock and the other "mutineers" break out and head for
the bridge... Pausing briefly at a replicator to get "Janice" something to
wear (Time? Of course there's time! A girl can't go into battle in her
nightie!), but the machine reads her new body shape, and will only issue
the regulation mini-dress, nylons and kinky boots...
Cut back to the bridge... The situation is dire... The aft shields are
failing... the "Captain" is in a foetal position on the deck, his trousers
soaked with urine... Close-up of Sulu's sweating, desperate face... The
bridge elevator hisses open, and he looks over his shoulder...
Captain Janice Lester strides onto the bridge in a her gold mini-dress,
like a supermodel coming down the catwalk... It's her world, and she owns
it... High heels click on the deck plates... She snaps confident orders in
a cool contralto, and the clammy hand of panic releases its hold on the
crew at their consoles... She steps over Kirk's huddled body, and takes
the command chair, absently tugging down the hem of her short skirt and
crossing her legs. She glances at the tactical displays, taking in the
situation almost subconsciously. The Klingon vessels have become separated
in their over-eager pursuit, and a predatory smile plays across her lips.
"Prepare photon torpedoes. Set maximum yield, continuous rapid fire on all
tubes. Phaser banks stand by."
Her fingers fly over her chair's panels without conscious thought, feeding
commands to the ship's tactical system. Sulu sees the green icons light on
his screens.
"Pattern entered and locked Captain."
Captain Lester leans forward. "Execute!"
Her abused engines screaming, the Enterprise pulls hard to starboard and
"up". The Klingon commander, surprised by the aggressive manoeuvre of his
previously passive opponent, allows his ship to overshoot, but recovers
quickly and orders a sharp turn to bring his target back under his guns.
The Enterprise reverses with a barrel-roll, pulling her opponent into a
rolling scissors in which his initial overtaking momentum forces the
Klingon out in front. The Enterprise swoops on his vulnerable stern like a
falcon on a wood pigeon.
"Fire as you bear Mr. Sulu!"
"Target lock, Captain!" Sulu yells triumphantly, pressing the firing key.
Salvo after salvo of photon torpedoes hurls from the Enterprise, swamping
the Klingon's point defence and shattering his shields. The Enterprise
closes to kissing distance, slashing through the Klingon's hull with
phaser beams, and then rolling away into a split-s to avoid the sudden
annihilating flash as her target's anti-matter containment fails.
"Good shooting, Mr. Sulu!" Her first victim forgotten, Captain Lester
gazes avidly at the tactical display, hungry for her next kill. "We'll
take the second bandit head on. Set up for an offset pass, he's coming in
dumb."
His warrior blood boiling, the captain of the second Klingon cruiser
drives his engines to their screaming limit, racing first to protect his
squadron mate, now desperate to avenge her. In his fury he mistakes the
Enterprise's slower approach for the effect of battle damage. The closing
velocity is so high that he only gets a flickering opportunity to engage,
but even as he comes into range the Enterprise dives "down" sharply and
then straightens again but offset from his course, outside his cone of
fire. Then he overshoots his elusive quarry and the battle becomes a
turning duel in which his own speed becomes his enemy. The Enterprise
easily holds the inside curve, pounding his cruiser with full salvos of
torpedoes while he can only reply with his dorsal disruptors. Snarling
with humiliated frustration the Klingon commander peels away, running for
the nearby Neutral Zone. His ship jinks and swerves, turning and pitching
evasively, as he desperately tries to disengage, but red warning icons
still spread across his damage display like blood from a severed vein.
"He's going Captain!" reports Spock from the sensor station, "He's lost
propulsion... I read plasma spilling from his nacelles... internal
explosions... massive loss of atmosphere... life-pods ejecting..."
"Very good, Mr. Spock. Break off the attack Mr. Sulu and slow to pick up
survivors. Security and medical teams to the transporter rooms; we're
having Klingon guests and they won't be happy."
Captain Lester stands up and looks down at the huddled, piss soaked, near
catatonic figure of James Kirk lying at her feet.
"Mr. Chekov, call a security detail and secure... this man. If the brig
fields are still down, chain him to a bulkhead somewhere." There is no
reply. She turns, hand on hip, to the young officer and finds him staring
goggle-eyed at the curvy body filling her uniform.
"Mr. Chekov!" She snaps.
"Uh... Wha-," He blinks, "Yes sir! I mean ma'am... Captain!" The scarlet-
faced young Russian ensign beckons to a couple of Redshirts, and they drag
Kirk's body to the bridge elevator.
Captain Lester shakes her head. It's going to be a long trip back to Camus
II...
END FANTASY
Now, isn't that better that the wimpy spontaneous reversion?
We get a nice feminist message - "It's the software that matters dummy,
not the platform."
The boys get Sandra Smith in a tight gold mini-dress. And nylons. And high
heeled knee-boots.
We get a kick-arse female starship captain decades before Honor
Harrington.
Best wishes, Andrea Foster.
P.S. I've probably trampled all over the Star Trek cannon in terms of
technology, characters, tactics, sociology and so on. I don't care, and
anyone who does should get a life.
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