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"Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship 'Enterprise'. Its five year mission: The explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life, and new civilizations; to boldly go where no man has gone before!" Star Trek Amazon: The Prince of Amazonia Captain's Log, Stardate 4176.4. We are currently engaged in a search for the U.S.S. Redoubt, last seen a month ago on a cartographic mission outside of Federation space. Though we are near areas claimed by the Klingon Empire, they have yet to attack a Federation vessel in this neutral territory." Captain James Kirk toggled a switch on his command chair to end the log entry and turned his head right to look at his science officer. "Mr. Spock, how strong is the Redoubt's ion trail?" Spock turned away from his computer readout to face the captain. "The signal is strong so far, indicating that when they passed through this part of space they were undamaged. However, we are entering what Starfleet Intelligence tells us is a heavily trafficked, though unaligned, area of space, which may make the Redoubt difficult to track." "That may not be an issue, sir." Kirk turned his attention to the navigation console. "Why is that, Mr. Sulu?" "We're approaching the Xi Epsilon system. Though no habitable planets are listed on Starfleet's charts, our sensors are picking one up now. The Redoubt's trail leads directly toward it." "An unknown M Class planet this close to the Federation? Speculation, Mr. Spock?" "Xi Epsilon does have an unusually dense cometary halo; previous Federation mapping missions may not have been able to penetrate it." "Well, I think that merits a look, even if we find the Redoubt moved on. Mr. Chekov, increase speed to warp factor four." "Aye, Keptain." "Mr. Spock, what do we know about this part of space?" Spock clasped his hands behind his back. The captain probably knew everything he was about to say, but it was his style to provoke discussion among the bridge officers. "Though not officially aligned with any larger entity, several planets in this sector were colonized by what would later become Federation worlds, including Earth. Full details are incomplete, but the Orion Syndicate is known to do business here, allegedly with human worlds whose industries would be frowned upon by Federation law. We are close enough to the galactic center that systems such as Xi Epsilon are orbiting at a rate that will bring them within Klingon territory in a little more than one hundred years." The turbolift door opened, and Doctor Leonard McCoy strode onto the bridge. "I hardly think that is any immediate concern, Mr. Spock." The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. "The captain asked what we knew about this area of space. I was simply endeavoring to give a complete overview." The crew was spared a rejoinder as the communications officer raised her hand to her earpiece. "Captain, we're being hailed... It's from the planet." "On screen." The entire bridge crew turned their attention to the main screen, which switched from a view of space to an image of a man, in his mid-thirties, sitting on an almost throne-like chair. Two women of about the same age stood behind him, a third, younger, woman sat at his feet. "This is Captain James T. Kirk, of the United Star Ship Enterprise. Who do I have the honor of addressing?" "I am Rex Ellison, King of the Karsten city-state. What is your business in our system?" "Our sister ship appears to have passed near your planet; we were hoping that you perhaps had news." "Your ship stopped here a few weeks ago, but was only in orbit for a couple of days before leaving. You don't suppose...?" "I don't suppose WHAT, Mr. Ellison?" "Captain Rodriguez traded for some supplies while they were here... Just some foodstuffs. It should have been perfectly safe; our ancestors came here from Earth!" "Captain." Kirk turned to look at Spock; the faces on the screen did as well. "They have been on Xi Epsilon for nearly a hundred and fifty years; they may have built up some sort of resistance to any toxins found on the planet." "Perhaps we could send a small team down... Inspect something similar to what you sent the Redoubt." "But of course. We eagerly await your arrival. King Rex out." * * * Four figures materialized on a city street, soon resolving into Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and Chekov. The city itself was much like an Earth city of the late twenty-first century: Four-story glass buildings with retail establishments on the bottom and offices and apartments above. Directly behind them was the only exception, a green space leading to a more ornate building. After the transporter finished its work, the landing party took note of the other people on the street, and vice versa. As far as the eye could see, the street was filled with women, the majority of them attractive. Karsten was built on the cusp between the planet's temperate zone and tropics, so most of the outfits exposed plenty of leg and arms, and plunging necklines were fairly common as well. Most slowed down as they passed the all-male landing party, giving them a little smile that was much appreciated. Doctor McCoy chuckled as he saw Ensign Chekov's head turn to track a particularly stunning redhead, who seductively smiled back at him. "Enjoying the view, Mr. Chekov?" "It is a wery beautiful planet, doctor." "I can't say I disagree, Mr. Chekov." Kirk scanned the street, noting that all of the shops had women's goods in the windows, with nary a male mannequin or figure to be found. "Do you suppose the men and women live in seperate cities here, as on Tau Regulus?" "It would be a small city if that were the case, Captain." The landing party turned to see Rex Ellison approaching them from the direction of the mansion. "There are only a hundred or so males on Amazonia, as we call our planet--" One of the women behind him discretely whispered something. "One hundred and seventeen, now that you four have beamed down. Early on in the planet's settlement, we contracted a disease that makes conceiving a male child difficult, and it seems to have integrated itself into our DNA." Spock nodded. "That would explain the disparity between the sexes. Perhaps this virus infected the crew of the 'Redoubt'." Ellison shook his head. "The virus itself is long gone; we just live with the effects." "Federation science could probably help you with that." One of the women behind Ellison spoke up. "Captain Rodriguez's medical officer made the same suggestion, but why should we want that? On Earth, even when our ancestors left in the twenty-first century, women were often placed in subordinate roles, doing the same work for less pay, always falling behind because society's structures only begrudgingly made allowances for pregnancy while at the same time stigmatizing those who did not bear children. It was a painful adjustment at first, but we have a society that works." "A fascinating perspective, Miss...?" Spock inclined his head a bit to ask the question. "Elizabeth Marinsdot. DOCTOR Elizabeth Marinsdot." Ellison laughed a bit. "I've been rude. Doctor Elizabeth" - he motioned to the tall, conservatively dressed blonde who had just spoken - "is my personal physician. Miss Dora Katsdot" - he indicated the dark-skinned woman at his other side - "is my senior policy adviser. With all my other duties, she actually runs the place." "Pleased to meet you. This is my science officer, Mr. Spock; my chief medical officer, Dr. McCoy, and Ensign Chekov." Dora quietly cleared her throat. "Mister Rex, we seem to be drawing a crowd." Ellison let out a laugh. "We are at that. Well, it's not every day that five men gather together on the street. Captain, perhaps we should take this meeting inside my 'castle'?" He smiled as he said it. "I've obtained crates of punji fruits and kala water from the same merchants who supplied the Redoubt for your officers to examine." "Yes, why don't we?" Kirk generally enjoyed the attention of the fair sex, but the group that was starting to form around them was eying them with curiosity that was perhaps a little more intense than he was comfortable with. * * * On the bridge of the 'Enterprise', Lt. Uhura looked was scanning the planet's radio broadcasts; like most industrialized planets at its level of development, Xi Epsilon put out a lot of radio. Not was much as late twentieth century Earth, which glowed like a neutron star in the radio spectrum, but enough. She made a small noise, which caught the attention of Lieutenant Sulu in the captain's chair. "Something important, Lieutenant?" "No, sir. We just made the news, is all." A look of slight concentration appeared on her face as she examined some other readouts. "The amount of encrypted chatter has climbed steadily since we entered orbit, but that's not unusual. There's also some Klingon subspace activity, but nothing that shows motion toward this system. Sulu nodded, but sent a message to Commander Scott in Engineering to have transporters, phasers, and engines ready just in case. Scott acted insulted that Sulu felt the need to ask. At the science station, Lieutenant Kyle was cataloging the satellites in orbit around the planet. Now it was his turn to grimace. "Sir, it seems one of the satellites has synchronized orbits with us - and I'm spotting some unusual technology on board." "Not terribly surprising... Many of these 'lost colonies' take an unusual path to common technology. Still, keep an eye on it, and see if you can figure out what it might be doing." * * * Spock and McCoy were busy scanning the supplies with their tricorders when Ellison lifted his wrist to his ear. All residents of Karsten seemed to wear a wristband, in different colors - Rex's was gold, Dora's red, and Elizabeth's green - and based upon the attention Ellison gave it, it seemed to act as a communications device. "Of course," he said, "if they're not too busy." The king quickly turned his wrist and turned to the captain. "While your men are busy with their analysis, perhaps I could introduce you to my son. He was away when the Redoubt visited, and is very eager to meet men from another world." "I don't think I'd mind." He turned to Spock and McCoy. "If you two can spare me, of course." "I believe that we can manage." The others couldn't quite tell if Spock was joking. Benjamin Dorson was waiting in the next room. From his name and dark skin, Kirk idly wondered if the king's adviser was his mother. The boy was about sixteen, tall, and gangly, as if he'd just gone through his growth spurt. He rushed forward to take Kirk's hand. "Captain Kirk! I can't tell you how excited I am to meet you. It's a true honor!" "I consider myself lucky to meet you as well; just a hundred men on the planet and I've gotten to meet two of them." Rex clapped Kirk and Ben on the backs. "Splendid. If you'd come a few months later, you might have missed him; Benjamin here will likely be crowned King of Ojahu by year's end." Ben shrugged. "It's no big deal; the current King is getting too old to perform and so many of the women there are his children anyway. You, though - a starship captain! The adventures you must have! I wish that I could have had one before my ascension." "Yes, being a king has its downfalls; as you've probably surmised, our primary function is siring children. Ben must have a thousand sisters; I was very lucky to produce him when I was so young; so many kings live their lives without a son." "At least the job's not so bad." "Ah, Mr. Chekov, how it must seem to you! We've read the old books and seen the old plays, of course, so we know how our fate must seem to you, but when you are older, perhaps you will feel some pity for me. I may have more sex than you or your captain can dream of, but romance is denied to me." Kirk and Chekov had no response to that; fortunately, the other members of the party saved them by rejoining them. "Ah, Spock, McCoy - what is your report?" "There are some contaminants in the supplies; Dr. McCoy's analysis indicates that it may be a variant on the virus that caused this planet's mutation." As he spoke, Spock appeared to take no notice of the Ben's fascination with him. "However, it should have been harmless, and easily filtered out by the transporter's decontamination systems." Now that the landing party knew what to look for, they heard a slight buzz as Elizabeth's wristband vibrated. She raised it to her ear and then walked to the king. "Sir, there's a disturbance at the hospital; they're requesting my assistance. Apparently the mystery woman's condition has worsened." "Could I be of some assistance?" Elizabeth looked at McCoy, puzzled. "I understand men probably don't know much more medicine than how to make babies around here, but I do have some experience in these matters. If, of course, it's all right with the captain." "Of course." The woman blushed. "I would be grateful for any expertise you might have." "Fine - Chekov, accompany Doctor McCoy and Doctor Elizabeth to the hospital. Spock, you and I will talk to the merchant who supplied the 'Redoubt' - see if we can get a read on whether it might have been contaminated deliberately." * * * Elizabeth strode through the halls of the hospital with purpose, with McCoy barely able to keep the pace she and Chekov set. As they walked past, the eyes of the hospital workers followed them, and some raised their hands to talk into their wristbands. It seemed they were celebrities. Finally, they arrived at the patient's room. Elizabeth took her chart from the foot of the bed and handed it to McCoy. "The woman was found on the outskirts of the city a week ago. She was suffering from sunstroke and dehydration, and probably would have died if some girls hadn't spotted her. She drifts in and out of consciousness, but what surprises us is the cancerous growths we found in her - very recent, and very aggressive. They appear to be caused by a virus with autoimmune components, so she can't fight the infection. What's worse is that we don't have a genetic baseline to compare her to - she seems to have lost her wristband along the way." "Hmm." McCoy removed his medical tricorder and ran it over the young woman. "The worst damage appears to be to her lungs, indicating that she probably inhaled whatever is making her sick. There's also.. Now, that's odd." "What?" "She has a contraceptive implant, which I wouldn't imagine to be particularly necessary here." Chekov had been standing in the corner, but as McCoy turned to give Elizabeth that information, he caught a glimpse of the woman's face. "Irina?" He stepped forward to get a better look. "Irina Ivanova, is that you?" The woman opened her eyes a crack. "Pavel?" McCoy swung to look at Chekov, his face asking the question he didn't bother to put into words. "Irina and I were at the Academy together. I'd hoped for she and I to be assigned to the same wessel, but she was on the Redoubt..." "My God." McCoy put down his tricorder and pulled out his communicator. "Captain, it's Doctor McCoy. The mystery woman is a Starfleet Officer from the Redoubt, and she appears to have been infected with a biological--" Chekov went for his phaser as McCoy slumped down in front of him, as Elizabeth removed the aerosol injector from his neck. Before he could get off a shot, one of the nurses injected him, too, and he fell to the floor. One of the other nurses, momentarily paralyzed in shock at Elizabeth actually attacking men, ran out of the room, raising her wrist to her mouth to call for help. Elizabeth started to run after her, only to see a couple of six-foot women with tasers start to walk toward her. She raised her own wristband to her mouth and pressed a specific portion with her right thumb. "This is Team Leader Two to all teams. We have been discovered. Execute now!" * * * Uhura tore her earpiece out and held it a few centimeters from her head. "Sir, I'm picking up a large microwave burst from the planet." Two stations away, Kyle confirmed. "It appears to be aimed at the satellite that's been shadowing us - powering it up. The unknown systems are activating." "What are they?" They'd ruled out any kind of known weapons earlier, but it was the unknown that bothered Sulu. "They're... They're transporters, sir! Dozens of them!" Sulu hit the switch to connect with Engineering. "Commander Scott, maximum power to shields!" Down in Engineering, Scott pushed a lever to its maximum setting, but not before a ball materialized in the middle of the room. When the golden shimmering effect wore off, it revealed a studded sphere that levitated a meter and a half above the floor. It made quick, minimal rotations, so that the studs could leap off the sphere and into the engineers. Scotty crouched behind his panel. He whispered "I think it's a bit late for that" to Sulu just before the sphere levitated across the room to zap him. * * * After receiving McCoy's message, Kirk had contacted the Enterprise, only to be cut off when alarms went off on the ship. He drew his phaser on Ellison, while Spock leveled his at Ben. "What's going on? What have you done to my ship?" Ellison raised his hands high. "I'm as much in the dark as you, Captain!" "Sir." Dora stepped forward a step, and Kirk twitched his hand to demonstrate he was perfectly capable of covering them both, but would fire if they moved too far apart. "Sir, King Rex doesn't know. Karsten is but one of a hundred city-states on our world, and not all of them are nearly as open to contact with offworlders as we are. And even among us, there are doubters - you must see what a threat your Federation is to our way of life." "Spock?" "I can spot no flaw in Miss Dora's logic." "Neither can I, but you'll understand if I'm not ready to trust them, either." It seemed to be a standoff until Dora's wrist started to vibrate. She gave the king a look, then both looked at Kirk. The captain nodded quickly. Dora moved her wrist band to her ear, and a tiny microphone extended for her to speak into. "Yes?" A pause. "Good job. Let me have a second to consult with the king." She unclenched her fist, the splayed fingers being a "mute" signal to the device. "The police and hospital security have captured Doctor Elizabeth. She appears to have rendered your men unconscious and ordered the attack on your starship. They want to know what to do with her." "Bring her here." The king had been a jolly host, but that had drained away. "I'm certain that the captain and I both have some questions we'd like to ask that traitor, and it's better than running the risk of exposing our guests to further attack." Kirk gave a quick nod. Dora seemed to agree with Ellison's reasoning, and reclenched her fist. "The king would like to question Doctor Elizabeth personally." She looked back at Kirk. "Are you going to trust us?" "For now." Kirk lowered his pistol, and Spock followed. Ellison and Dora lowered their hands. The king looked at his advisor. "Tell the police to bring Elizabeth to the main conference room when they arrive." He turned to Kirk. "Would you like to join me there, Captain?" "Absolutely. Can you get Mr. Spock to the hospital unseen? I'd like to have him check on Dr. McCoy and Mr. Chekov." "Of course." He pressed a spot on his wristband, and a team of four imposing women entered the room. "Take Mr. Spock to the hospital in an unmarked van." "Right away, sir. If you'll follow me, Mr. Spock?" Benjamin watched as they left the room, and his eyes went wide as he saw one of the women trailing Spock was carrying what looked like a non-standard sidearm. "Nooooooo!" The other guards and Spock turned to see him running toward them, tackling Spock just as the woman pulled out her dart gun to fire at him. The dart instead hit the prince, and the woman had a brief look of horror on her face. Kirk drew his phaser, but the woman ducked down, underneath the grasps of the other guards. She leveled her gun at Kirk and shot, catching him in the leg. Kirk went down to one knee, dropping his phaser. Spock shrugged off the prince and reached up to give his attacker a nerve pinch, but she shot him in the chest at point-blank range. As unconsciousness took Kirk, he at least felt some satisfaction when he saw Dora pick up his phaser and fire a stun-burst at the traitorous guard. * * * Regaining consciousness was something of a surprise for Kirk. At first he was only aware of a beeping noise, not much unlike the medical readouts in Dr. McCoy's sickbay. It seemed to take a real effort to open his eyes; he could feel the little crusts that had formed on his lashes pull as he tried to separate them. He immediately closed them again, reaching a hand up to grab rub his face. At first touch, though, he stopped - his nose didn't feel right. Or his cheekbones or chin, for that matter. He let his elbow go limp, only to find it resting on his... breast? Jerking upright, Kirk opened his eyes and gave his body a quick feel. Somehow, he had become a woman again. He saw a mirror across from his bed and staggered to it. It wasn't Janice Lester he saw in the reflection, thankfully, but a girl who could be his own younger sister. Her hair was a lighter blonde, and her face prettier than his handsome features, but those were his eyes. He pulled his hospital gown out a bit to sneak a peak at his perky new breasts, and then lifted it a bit so that he could get a look at his shapely new legs. Whatever that maniac had shot him with, he had to admit that it did pretty good work. "Captain." Kirk let his gown fall back down to cover his legs and turned around, feeling a bit wobbly on his feet. "Yes, Miss..." He looked the young Vulcan woman over, then noted the braids on her uniform's wrist. Far too high a rank for such a young girl... "Spock?" "Correct, Captain. As you can see, the agent we were injected with seems to be just as effective on our different physiologies." "That's... incredible." He looked Spock up and down, noting that his first officer didn't seem to have quite the bust that he did, although his legs were still quite nice. Also, that his first officer had availed himself of a haircut. "How long have I been out of action?" "It has been two months since the attack, Captain. I came out of my coma three days ago, but you are the first since then." A doctor entered the room and gave Kirk a cross look. "Who told you you could get up?" Kirk gave Spock a look. "No, Captain. This is Doctor Katherine Brookesdot; she has been overseeing our recovery." "More than that; if I hadn't gotten you the DNA stabilizer, you would have ended up like Irina Kasparov, eaten up by pain and cancer." "Well, I thank you, then. But what about my crew? There are four hundred men and women on the Enterprise..." "They saved them all, Captain. However..." "All of us... girls?" "You say that like it's a bad thing." The doctor had been flipping through her charts, occasionally making a mark or glancing at an instrument. Without asking, she placed her fingers on Jim's carotid artery and took his pulse. "You are all, you'll find, unusually healthy and even those of you who started out as women have apparently lost a few years. Some would say that whoever did this to you did you a favor." "You'll pardon me if I feel a little less than grateful, Doctor. Believe me when I say that I'm much less angry with the end result as the means to which I arrived there." The middle-aged woman snorted. "Based on what I've heard about you, I doubt it." Barely without a break, she continued. "I've programmed your wristband to alert me if your vitals change too much. You're free to move around." Then she replaced the clipboard and left. Kirk raised an eyebrow. "Terrible bedside manner. Bones would love her." Spock didn't comment. "Now, where did you get that new uniform?" "The locals have been doing basic maintenance on the ship, keeping it in a stable orbit. Shall I have them send one down for you? It would hardly be protocol for you to visit the ship as you are currently attired." "What is protocol right now, Mr. Spock?" * * * Kirk insisted on visiting his crew before his ship. Dressed in his new, miniskirted uniform, with his hair tied back in a hasty ponytail somewhat longer than regulations would normally allow, he walked past a seemingly endless row of beds. All were in stable condition, although they were unconscious and Kirk only recognized a few of them after looking at the names on their charts. Not in all cases - Yeoman Rand, for instance, looked almost identical, and McCoy was quick to spot - though the doctor was now a younger, brown-haired girl, he seemed to be snorting in his sleep, almost muttering under his breath. "I guess it really could have been much worse." "Quite so. Nobody was killed, and I'm told that Doctor Elizabeth and most of the others responsible were captured." "That's good to hear, although I wish I could have been a part of it. As long as the job gets done, eh? Although this is going to be a black mark on all our records." Spock had not yet responded when one of the beds started beeping, and then another, and another. They ran to the nearest one, which happened to be Chekov. The Russian opened his eyes and looked at the two girls in front of him. "This is truly a wonderful planet!" Then his gaze continued down to his own chest, which exceeded Kirk's in size. "Ah, maybe not." * * * Soon, almost all the human crew of the 'Enterprise' was re-awakening. The reaction was, as might be expected, divided among gender lines. Nurse Chapel had to try hard to keep from smiling as she followed Dr. McCoy around - every woman, she said, has a few things that she wouldn't mind fixing up, and though McCoy grumbled that he couldn't see any difference, Chapel said it was good enough that she could. McCoy, on the other hand, could barely look in the mirror. He had always told anyone who asked that his daughter Joanna took after her mother, but anyone who looked at the willowy former southern gentleman immediately noted the resemblance to the picture he still kept on his desk even though they hadn't spoken in years. Like several of the crew's male members, he insisted on wearing his old uniform, although he had to roll up the sleeves and the legs to work in it, and the neck now had an annoying habit of exposing a shoulder when it wasn't dipping low enough to give a peek at the tops of his pert little breasts. The first few days after he woke up had been hectic, as he'd insisted on splitting the rounds with Doctor Katherine as soon as he could walk. She'd initially objected, but they were of similar mind - he knew she was just trying to make sure he took his affliction seriously, but also that she was seriously overwhelmed by everybody reviving almost simultaneously. There didn't turn out to be a lot for a doctor to do, once people were up and around: The whole crew was young and healthy, albeit female. The virus that had reconfigured their bodies had also healed old wounds, while the DNA stabilizer had erased most genetic defects. Since most newborns on Amazonia were given the DNA stabilizer in utero - on a planet with so few men, it was a necessary precaution against birth defects - they tended to be extremely heathy. The 'Enterprise' crew had filled Karsten's hospital to overflowing. All but a few anomalous cases were out, now, and sitting inside Karsten's indoor sports arena. McCoy screwed his pretty new face into a scowl before walking from the front row to stand behind the podium. "All right, settle down." He had to use the microphone; his new voice didn't quite carry like it used to. "When Captain Kirk asked me to do this, I told him I was a doctor, not a health class instructor..." * * * As McCoy was starting his lecture, four people materialized in the transporter room of the 'Enterprise'. Kirk and Rex Ellison were in the front row, while Spock and the curvaceous ginger that Mr. Scott had become were in the rear. The woman manning the transporter controls looked terribly nervous, so as the others gave her a smile and a nod, Scott slid behind the console and gave her a pat on the back. "Ye did a fine job, lass - couldn't have done it more smoothly myself." She smiled, and Scott smiled back as he joined the other. Och, he sighed to himself, such a bonnie lass and I felt almost nothing looking at her. That had been one of the things Doctors McCoy and Katherine had warned him about in an abridged version of the talk he was giving on the planet; even the parts of their brains believed to regulate sexual orientation had had their structure changed, although to a different extent in each of them, with their previous life experience still a major factor. Scotty had more life experience than most of the rest of the crew, so he didn't figure on changing the color of his wristband from red to green during the time that they were on the planet. That was another thing McCoy was telling the crew - that on Amazonia, a green wristband represented interest in conceiving a child, while a red one let the gold-wristed men know not to broach the subject. The captain and the king spoke amiably on the turbolift, though Scotty was mildly amused that Kirk didn't seem to notice Rex's constant glances at his breasts. The captain had cut his hair to just above shoulder-length, while Scotty wore his reddish-brown locks in a braid, on the advice of one of his assistants who had been female since birth. Spock, meanwhile, had his in a simple pageboy, although he would have preferred it shorter; the hairdresser had flat-out refused. The door whooshed open and they exited onto the bridge. The occupant of the captain's chair quickly stood up and spun around, giving Kirk a snappy salute. Kirk's smile could light up a room. "At ease, young man. It looks like you got lucky." Benjamin relaxed a bit. "I don't know about that; if the DNA Stabilizer hadn't prevented the virus from taking hold in me, I'd maybe be able to join your crew and see the amazing places you'll go after leaving Amazonia, rather than living the life of a stud horse." "Ah, if we could only trade places, young man." He looked around the bridge. "So, have you been taking good care of my ship? You're the youngest man to command a starship in history, you know." "Ah, I was barely necessary; Mr. Sulu had left it in a steady orbit. It was just a matter of cleaning up the mess that the terrorists had made. I hope you'll find everything restored to your liking, Captain Kirk, Chief Engineer Scott... Mr. Spock." If Spock noticed the way Benjamin's gaze lingered on him, he gave no indication; he also didn't seem to notice the way his skirt hiked up in front of Benjamin's stunned gaze as he leaned over his station to view the computer read-outs. "Everything appears in order, although I don't believe it is logical to call me 'Mister' in my current condition." Ben swallowed hard, turning his glance away from Spock's posterior. "Then, how should I address you?" "Ms. Spock will do for now. When we return to Vulcan, I suppose I should ask my parents what my name would have been had I been born female." "Well, I'm glad to see that you're happy with your change." "I am neither happy nor unhappy; it would simply be illogical to act as though my life is as it was." "Oh." Rex recognized what his son was thinking, and quickly changed the subject. "That's an eminently practical decision, Miss Spock." He gave his son a wink at how he'd changed the prefix. "And a good one for a first officer to make, leading by example. I assume you'll be doing something similar, Captain Kirk?" Kirk was a bit taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Well, nobody's called me Jamie since grade school, but I suppose I can put up with it so long as Dr. McCoy and Ms. Spock say we're stuck with this." She crossed her shoulders under her breasts and grinned impishly at her chief engineer. "How about you, Scotty?" "Och, I daresay 'Montgomery' can work as a woman's name. But I willna complain if ye refer to me as Ms. Scott." "Well, MS. Scott, how about you go check on your engines?" "I thought ye'd never ask!" * * * Any spectators watching the match would have cringed at the quality - the taller woman's balance was atrocious, while the smaller one thought she was much stronger than she was, and routinely over-swung with her foil, allowing even her clumsy fencing opponent to dodge out of the way. Eventually, the larger one left an opening, allowing the smaller one to thrust his foil into her opponent's breast. Chekov batted the foil away and threw off her mask. "Cut that out!" Her opponent flipped up her own mask. "I can't help it," Sulu said, her voice sounding odd as she unconsciously tried to make it sound deeper. "They're such big targets." "Why you..." Chekov pulled back her fist with the intention to wipe the smile off Sulu's cherubic face, but Nurse Chapel quickly raced up to restrain the Russian. "Knock it off. Dr. McCoy won't be able to clear you two for active duty until you've demonstrated you're capable of handling your new shapes. That means you, Irina, are going to have to stop worrying about your breasts so much, and you, Hikari, have to remember that you're about half your previous mass. Do you want to be at the helm when we leave this planet, or are you looking to be discharged at the next starbase?" The sour look stayed on Chekov's face, but she lowered her fist and picked up her mask. "I want to fly the ship." "As do I." Sulu flipped her mask down, and the pair returned to en garde position. * * * "Commander Spock, I'm picking up some more Klingon transmissions. They're still several light years away, but looking at the logs, they're patrol patterns are bringing them closer and closer to Amazonia." In the captain's chair, Spock's face remained impassive, but Lt. Uhura knew that underneath, her mind was still working a mile a minute. He looked over at the science station. "Mister Dorson, please calculate how long until the Klingons' patrol pattern comes close enough to Xi Epsilon for their sensors to penetrate its cometary halo and detect the 'Enterprise'." "Yes sir!" Spock already knew the answer, of course - the Enterprise should leave the system within three weeks, two days, and seven hours if the Klingons held to the usual pattern, but it gave the prince something to do. Benjamin Dorson, as well as a few dozen Amazonian females from various city-states were still covering various spots on the ship while Doctor McCoy cleared the formerly-male members of the crew for duty. They were, for the most part, competent while the Enterprise stayed in orbit, but Spock knew that the women were merely there as a political concession to the Amazonian Congress, while the boy was there (and generally serving near Spock) as a favor to his father. Politics. Spock knew that a great many Starfleet careers would come to an end when they returned to Federation space; the Enterprise could have been destroyed, rather than having her crew transformed, although he could not think of a better way for the captain to have proceeded given the information they had at the time. Politics was also why he was on the bridge, rather than helping Ms. Scott in engineering, since Captain Kirk felt the need to be present for Doctor Elizabeth Marinsdot's trial. * * * Though the jury had all been women, the judge was a man, the king of a neighboring city-state. "Having been found guilty of conspiracy and attempted murder, the law requires a sentence of at least seven years. But considering the especially dangerous nature of the defendant's crimes - if successful, they could have endangered our very survival by putting us at war with a Federation of over a hundred planets with many starships at their disposal - I feel compelled to deliver the most severe sentence allowed: Twenty-five years in prison without the possibility of parole, to be served at the maximum security facility in New Iceland." The judge pounded the gavel, and while a small number of spectators issued catcalls, a number of others shouted them down. The bailiffs took hold of the doctor's arms, and though she offered little resistance as they led her out the door. The spectators filed out. In the gallery, after most of them had gone and there was less chance of looking undignified, Jamie Kirk uncrossed her legs and rose to her feet almost without wobbling on the six-centimeter heels she was wearing with her dress uniform. "Well, it's good to see that done. No disrespect to your hospitality, King Rex, but my men and I - well, my crew, anyway - will be happy to return to our mission once Dr. McCoy has verified that the virus has been destroyed." "That's a terrible shame, Captain. Amazonia would be happy to have you and your crew stay - you've referred to potential courts-martial when you return home, which seems tremendously unfair." Kirk squirmed a little at the hand on her back, but didn't insult the man by removing it. "That's a generous offer, but you can't just try the Elizabeths of the world - those whose negligence led to a disaster need to be punished too." "I wish you were showing green, captain - it would be an honor to have children by such a mother." That prompted Kirk to silently reach back and move Rex's hand from her back, although it left them standing there in an awkward silence. They didn't stand there in silence long, as an explosion rocked the building. Kirk fell to her knees, but quickly got up and started running toward the source, stumbling quickly. Frustrated, she removed her heels and ripped her dress uniform to give herself some room to move. With Rex following, she ran in stocking feet to where she saw Elizabeth Marinsdot using a key (presumably taken from one of the guards slumped against the wall) to unlock her leg irons. Kirk moved to draw her phaser, forgetting that the dress uniform had it in a slightly different place, which gave Elizabeth enough time to run directly toward her and deliver a sweeping spin-kick to Kirk's head. Kirk fell, dazed, blood dripping from her mouth, while Elizabeth unlocked her handcuffs and sprinted away as fast as her long legs could carry her. Kirk grabbed her phaser and half-ran, half-staggered after the fugitive, but when she turned the next corner, she saw Elizabeth at the other end of the hallway, climbing through the hole that had been blasted in the courthouse wall over a pile of rubble. She jumped into the back of a hovering Federation shuttlecraft, which sped away as soon as she was on board. Kirk was bent over, panting, when her communicator chirped. She flipped it open. "Kirk here." "Jim, the facility with the virus has been attacked. Everyone's all right, but several containers are missing. I was knocked out, but they were apparently taken away in a Federation shuttlecraft." It took Kirk a few seconds to recognize Bones's new voice. "Tend to the wounded, but don't get too busy - I have a feeling I'm going to need you soon." She twisted a knob on her communicator. "Spock, it's Jim-- Jamie. Are all shuttlecraft in dock?" "Negative, Captain - two are being used to ferry supplies to the ship." "I think one has fallen into enemy hands. Recall all hands and order battle stations, and tell Ms. Scott we're going to need full power as soon as the crew is aboard." "Right away, sir." Rex and Dora were just coming around the corner as Kirk closed her communicator. "Captain, what's going on? They're saying it was a Federation vessel--" "A stolen shuttlecraft, Miss Katsdot. Ms. Spock is readying the Enterprise for pursuit even as we speak." "Of course. Captain-- our son--" "I'm afraid we won't have time to beam the Amazonian observers back, sir, but the prince's safety will be a top priority." Kirk would have said more, but the transporter beam cut off her words. * * * Moments later, Kirk stepped off the turbolift and onto the bridge, Chekov and Sulu directly behind her. "Ms. Spock, report." "The stolen shuttlecraft has left the atmosphere and is heading for the outer system at full impulse. It has already passed the first of the system's five gas giants. All essential crew members are on board." "Ms. Sulu, raise the shields and break orbit, laying in a pursuit course. You--" she pointed at Benjamin. "--to the mess hall." "But--" Spock grabbed the boy by the shoulders. "Mister Dorson, we need to work without distraction. Please, get yourself to safety." "Of... of course." He practically ran to the turbolift. "We've broken orbit and are in pursuit. Distance is seven astronomical units and closing." "Thank you Ms. Sulu." She flipped a switch on her armrest. "Scotty?" "The Amazonians reset everything to spec, but I'll try to give you something extra." "All I can ask, Ms. Scott." "Keptin - this makes no sense. The shuttlecraft is headed for one of the densest parts of the cometary halo." "To the contrary, Ms. Chekov, it makes perfect sense. It is only logical to assume that they have far better charts of their outer system than we do. They would do well to attempt to lose us in the halo, with their smaller, more maneuverable vessel." Chekov gritted her teeth. "Clever girls. Two astronomical units and closing." "Captain, at this rate, we will not be within tractor range when they enter the cometary halo." "Damn it." Click. "Scotty, I'm going to need enough phaser power to vaporize some comets." "Already on it, Captain." "You may look different, Scotty, but you're still a miracle worker." "Keptin, we are within a quarter-A.U. of the shuttle, but they have entered the halo." "Ms. Sulu, prepare to pursue. Slow down as much as you need, but feel free to take any small iceballs in our paths off the star charts." "With pleasure, sir." The shuttlecraft dodged and weaved, pulling in close to every comet it could to try to throw the Enterprise's sensors off. The Enterprise loomed ever larger behind, energy occasionally leaping out from the phaser banks to explode a comet in a flash of water vapor. Still, they had to steer around some of the larger ones, so the shuttle had a lead of ten light-minutes when it emerged, quickly jumping to warp. "Captain, the shuttle has changed direction... They're heading for the Klingons." "Are they insane? They can't think they can make a deal with those monsters!" The captain shook her head. "Not quite crazy, Ms. Chekov - zealots. They figure the Klingons will use the virus as a weapon, and even though turning us into women won't be enough for the Klingons to beat us, it might force the Federation to come in line with their society." "We are clear of the cometary halo." Spock stopped a moment to consider Elizabeth's plan. "I can't say I approve of the plan, but it does make a certain amount of sense." "I'm not so sure I'd go that far. Ms. Sulu, pursue at maximum warp." "Aye, sir." By the time the Enterprise caught up, they were in visual range of the Klingons. As soon as the Enterprise was within range, Uhura jammed the shuttle's communications while Scotty locked on with a tractor beam. Spock looked up from her station. "The Klingons are changing course, Captain - their lead battlecruiser is engaging a tractor beam of their own." The shuttle shook, caught in a tug of war between the Enterprise and the Klingon Bird of Prey. Soon, the engine nacelles snapped off; and the main compartment started to sheer. The space around the craft sparkled as the water vapor in the escaping atmosphere froze. Spock turned to the captain. "Your intention to return with prisoners is laudable, but it is unlikely anyone could have survived that." "Agreed. Ms. Sulu, fire a photon torpedo; we can't allow the Klingons to get that virus." "Aye, sir." Sulu set the co-ordinates, dropping the tractor beam immediately before firing a torpedo; at the same time, Scott reversed the engines while Chekov steered the Enterprise away. Even in space, the explosion created a shock wave that buffeted the Klingon ship. Maximum warp was only about warp three point five after the strain of reversing the engines, but the Klingons were in no mood to follow. Kirk leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, taking a couple deep breaths. She could swear that her adrenal gland had been amped up by the virus, too. "All right, Ms. Sulu, set a course for Amazonia. Let's drop our passengers off." "With pleasure, sir." * * * The nearly-invisible ship dipped down over the mountains of Amazonia's Culu range, stopping only briefly enough to beam a single person into a hidden bunker, and then flew off. Inside that bunker, Doctor Elizabeth Marnisdot shivered, both from the chill and the need to find a shower. The Orions were disgusting. She heard a voice behind her. "I'm sorry for the sacrifices you have had to make. We have already heard back from Kirk, though - she feels that the incident will bring an increased Klingon presense in the area, and her feeling of responsibility will likely lead her to stay in the area until the Federation sends another starship. That won't happen, of course, and if all goes according to plan, they'll soon be inclined to stay anyway." Elizabeth crossed her arms. "They would have demanded to stay, if we'd just told them the truth." "Maybe, maybe not. But one thing's for sure - the truth would almost certainly cause a civil war among OUR people." Elizabeth wasn't so sure, but the science was her field of expertise. Where the politics were concerned, she had long ago decided to trust Dora. EXECUTIVE PRODUCER - GINNY RODDENBERRY STAR TREK AMAZON: NEXT VOYAGE -- -- When a misunderstanding in spacedock leads to Benjamin being tricked into marriage, Captain Kirk must attempt to retrieve him from his new in-laws - by pretending to be his wife!