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So I told you about the writing assignment that turned into a major endeavor on my part.  I had never heard the term “fan fiction” at this point in my life and thought I was doing something quite original.  Re-reading this in the past few days, I can say that it is clearly a higher quality story than Star Trek V (or VII or IX or X, though they didn’t use roman numerals) or anything George Lucas has done since Willow.  You can see hints and foreshadowing (and the title doesn’t give anything away, does it?).  Ultimately, this will tie in to a post I made a couple weeks ago about how great stories require tragedy to rise to the level of greatness.

Here’s the first chunk of the story I wrote in March/April of 1991:

Star Trek VI: The End of a Legend

Prologue

“Are you sure you’re going to be all right, Jim?”  McCoy asked as he, Spock, Kirk, and Scott walked down the corridor from the turbolift to the main transporter room.

“I’ll be fine.  Besides, Chapel can handle sickbay, Commander Soved can handle the science station, and Sterling will work well in engineering,” Kirk replied.  He wasn’t looking forward to all three of his senior officers taking a two week shore leave at the same time, but he knew that they had all earned the right to attend this special series of lectures presented by the Vulcan Science Academy.  The past week had been tame, to say the least.  After the incident with Sybok and his discovery of a creature who claimed to be God at the center of the galaxy, they had given the three diplomats involved a quick tour of the federation.  Now, after this short stop at Vulcan, they were scheduled to meet Klingon and Romulan ships at Nimbus III to return their delegates and possibly open peace negotiations.

Kirk’s thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door to the main transporter room.  As they stepped into the well-lit chamber, Kirk said, “Send my greetings to your parents, Mr. Spock.”

“I will, Captain.  Live long and prosper,” Spock said, accompanying this phrase with the Vulcan sign of life.

“Live long and prosper, Mr. Spock,” Kirk replied while touching the controls to activate the transporter beam.

On the way back to the turbolift, Kirk realized that what he had always feared had just come to pass.  As the lift door closed in front of him, he understood that it didn’t matter even if there were four hundred other people on the Enterprise.  Without his friends, he was alone.

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