Ghost Ship (Book #1)
by Diane Carey
A long time ago, a Russian carrier ship, the Sergei G Gorshkov vanished into
thin air. Over time, several more ships, and their crew also vanished, sucked
up into a huge gas giant, never to be seen again.
That was until the latest Enterprise and her new crew graced space. Overtaken
by images and haunting dreams, Deanna Troi becomes disturbed, alerting the rest
of the crew that all is not well.
Ghosts - Nightmarish images begin to haunt the crew, and outside the gas giant
attempts to capture its latest target; the Enterprise. Only Troi and Data appear
to have a connection to the anomaly, and Riker insists that Data becomes a mediator,
regardless of the outcome.
Separating the saucer section from the battle station, the crew attempt to lure
the anomaly away from the saucer, and after a short and ineffective battle,
rejoin.
Deanna then discovers that the ghosts that are haunting her and the ship, are
really looking for closure; death, and after a heated debate, Picard finally
agrees, and with Wesley's inventive idea, they finally manage to destroy the
gas giant, release Data and Deanna from it's hold, and free the trapped souls.
Notable Imzadi moments:
Ghost ship Pages 138 to 139
Her voice was soft, but this time it had an inflection they didn't recognize,
one that made them turn to her now in spite of Data's entrapment as Deanna Troi
stepped stiffly down to the main deck. Riker reached out for her and she took
the hand he offered, but her expression was that of one who was looking into
a blinding light. The same as Data's now - seeing something that wasn't there.
"Your language," she murmured. "I speak it."
Riker was holding her hand, and now he began a hesitant step that would draw
him right up close.
"No," Picard said sharply then, gesturing him back. With an extra
push he nudged Riker away and came between them, quite aware of Troi's hand,
suddenly empty, reaching for Riker's as it fell away. So part of her was here,
at least.
"Who are you?" Picard began carefully.
Troi's eyes began to tear with the strain.
"All...you end..."
"We don't understand. We don't know what you are," the captain clearly
said.
Troi began to tremble, a bone-deep trembling that came as much from her own
effort as from the effect of whatever was happening to her. Despite Picard's
renouncement of folklore and ghost stories, the battle bridge took on the hazy
elemental aura of a seance. Troi herself was like a specter now, a thing of
dark times, of times when ignorance made indelible marks upon the imaginations
of all men for all time. She was a whisper of legend somehow transferred into
present. Her hair glowed, ebony beneath the flashings, and in spite of all the
lights from Data's assailant, her eyes were still their usual pumice black.
Yet in the midst of enchantment there was also the conscious work of a scientist.
And never once were they allowed to forget that Data was also involved;the snapping
brightness from the vortex around him slithered across Troi's face in a constant
and patternless reminder.
Riker stepped tentatively toward her, and was grateful that Picard didn't try
to stop him. "Deanna..." he began. Then he had nothing to say afterward.
Troi forced herself to speak. Somehow they could see and understand that the
insistence was hers and no one else's. "You...can end...it."
The captain squinted as though he could see the words. Something about the way
she said it made him motion the bridge to silence.
Her voice - still soft. A raspy whisper only. But it held a power, a decisiveness
Picard hadn't expected to hear at such a moment. And then when the statement
was over, it was completely over. Her effort slid off, she was allowed a deep
breath, and the light patterns reflecting on her face began to fade.
Riker and Picard spun about, and sure enough Data was looking more like Data
and less like a fourth of July sparkler.
"No one move!" Picard warned. "Wait until it's completely gone."
In spite of the order, Riker sidled toward Troi, keeping his eye on her while
Data glittered in his periphery, and when she suddenly collapsed, he was almost
beside her.
The color fled from her face, and Troi dropped so sharply that Riker almost
missed her completely. He was able to catch her upper arm and keep her head
from striking the bridge rail, but she turned in his grip like a dangling fish
until he could rearrange himself and lay her down on the deck. He knelt beside
her, brushing the trailing black curls from her forehead, and looked up in time
to see the same thing happen to Data.
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Page 150 to 151
He sensed Riker approaching, knew the first officer was looking over his shoulder,
taking advantage of his height to look at Deanna Troi and silently ask if perhaps
he could also be involved in her secrets. Only that made the captain's decision
tricky.
"Very well," Picard said. He took Troi's arm and steered her toward
the turbolift. "All hands, transfer command back to the main bridge immediately.
Riker, you square off with Data. Get some answers. We're going to hit this problem
from both fronts. Counselor, my ready room. The rest of you...stations."
Riker watched perhaps too longingly as the captain escorted Troi from the dim
battle bridge. He could live without her; perhaps he would have to. He'd called
a halt to all relationships when he accepted this post, staring at twenty years
of single mindedness, and he'd kept that promise to himself well enough. Until
he stepped onto the ship itself. Until she floated out of nowhere toward him.
Suddenly the years ahead appeared more a test than an assignment. Was it unwise
for long-term commanders to commit themselves to relationships? This whole business
about having families aboard ship...it was so new. Did anyone know if ship's
commanders reacted differently when their loved ones were on board than they
did if they could divorce themselves from everything but the dangers at hand?
Deanna would know. And she's the only person I can't ask.
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Pages 220 to 222
Troi's black eyes lay unfocused on the pool of coffee. "They're on me every
second. They give me no rest ...these strangers. They're so desperate, Beverly,
and it's an intimacy beyond description. I don't think even a full Betazoid
could understand it. I tried so hard to make the captain understand...and Bill..."
Crusher leaned forward and squeezed Deanna's wrist reassuringly. "Don't
take it too hard. he was doing what he thought best."
"Was he?"
"Oh. I think so."
Troi felt her lips tighten as she fought back the rush of emotion. "I wish
one or the other of us could be...somewhere else."
"I know," the doctor said sympathetically. "It's difficult to
deal with someone who reappears out of your past. Especially when you disagree."
"I expected his support," Troi said, her voice cracking. "We
know each other better than either of us knows anyone else on this ship. I thought
he of all people would accept my judgement."
"It's not his job to accept your judgement, Deanna, you know that. If anything,
his duty is to make sure the captain is clear on all angles of a crisis."
"Oh, Beverly, that's not what he was doing. I could feel it. He really
believed the things he said."
"He's entitled to," Crusher said soothingly. "Having an affection
for each other doesn't mean you have to be joined at the brain. You're allowed
to disagree."
"I know that, but..."
"How long have you know each other?"
"Oh, nearly five years." A warm tinge of nostalgia mellowed her distraught
expression. "We had a lively time together before he decided to devote
his life to a long-term mission. There was a time when we planned a future together...before
we realized we wanted different things from life. He was gallant and gentlemanly,
as he is now, perhaps a bit brusque and arrogant - "
"As he is now," Crusher appended with a playful smile.
Troi nodded. "This," she said, glancing around at the wholeness of
Enterprise, was a coincidence neither of us foresaw."
"Why do you call him Bill when everyone else calls him Will?"
Troi's cheeks flushed, and she managed a smile. "I didn't know it was so
obvious."
"It's not. I'm just astonishingly observant, you know."
Troi's delicate smile widened. "'Bill' sounds like a word in the language
of Betazed. A word I like...reminds me of my childhood there. There's no translation,
but it had to do with - oh, I shouldn't tell you. I wouldn't want to compromise
him."
"Go ahead," the doctor said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, "compromise
him."
"Well, it means..."
"Yes?"
"Shaving cream."
"'Bill' means 'shaving cream' in Betazoid?"
Troi felt a touch of laughter bubble out of her. "That word always reminds
me of this particular brand of Macedonian shaving cream my father used to use.
It was scented evergreen-"
"Oh, that explains it!" Crusher said. "Latent childhood impressions
of parental evergreenery. There you are! It's not Riker who attracts you - it's
pine trees! And I think I'm only a fair psychologist. Move over, Deanna, I think
I like this. Wait till Wesley hears about it. Shaving Cream Riker."
"Beverly, you wouldn't!"
"Oh, wouldn't I? It'll spread like wildfire among everyone under twenty
years old..."
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Thank you Carol for putting this together =)