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Title: Star Trek: Outwardly Mobile
Author: Jay P Hailey (JayPHailey{at}yahoo.com) Series: MISC - TNG OCs
COdes: None
Part: 135/335(?)
Rating:[PG]
Archive: Fine with me, just tell me where. Disclaimer: Paramount owns all
things Star Trek.  I claim Original Characters and Situations for me.
Webpage HTTP://www.phoenixinn.iwarp.com/jayphailey

The Klingon Way Out
by
Jay P. Hailey
And
Dennnis Washburn

"This is New Chicago Airspace Control, identify yourself." The
voice said. This was in English. I didn't know whether I should be relieved
or even more worried.

"This is the Heinlein. We're in orbit above your world."

"Who ever you are, I want to remind you that fraudulent or frivolous
use of command frequencies is crime." The controller said.

"Just scan. You'll see us." I said.

"Stand by." In a few moments a scanning beam similar to the one
used by the New Rokon faction was trained on us.

"Heinlein, will you speak with our President?" The controller asked.

"Thank you. Yes, I'd like that."

In a few moments my screen lit up and I saw another human. He had a long,
blocky face and carefully coifed hair.

"This is President Barkley of the New Republic. To whom do I have the
pleasure of speaking?" The man asked.

"I am Captain Jay P. Hailey of the Federation ship Heinlein-"

"Thank God!" The man interrupted. "At long last you've
come!" His face was bursting with happiness.

"Thank you, but I-" I tried to say

"For a hundred years we've held out against the Klingon Barbarians,
waiting for the day when liberation would come!" He shouted happily.

I looked and sure enough, the signal was unscrambled. Everyone was watching
this. "The Heinlein is only one small ship-"

"But she's the precursor of better things to come!" President
Barkley burbled happily.

"Can we meet and talk in private?" I asked.

"Certainly! Certainly. We're lining up priority clearance in New
Chicago, our capital, now. I'll meet you on the ground, Captain
Hadley."

"That's Hailey-" I began

"The great day of liberation has come!" He yelled.

I cut the channel.

"This is going to be fun." I grumbled.

Kalak just shook his head. "Wait and see."

-*-

I flew the Heinlein down into the traffic pattern specified by the ground
controllers. All at once aircraft surrounded us. They were fighter planes.
They flew in formation with us and we drifted slowly over the city. As we
got closer to the landing field, I could see huge crowds thronging the
streets of New Chicago.

We closed in on the field and I could the landing spot picked out for us.
there were uniformed security officials keeping crowds back and a red
carpet laid out near the center of the pad. The Heinlein was centered in
very bright spot lights. Even through the space proof hull I could hear the
roar of the crowd as the Heinlein came in to land.

Kalak was in the back putting on his space suit. I used the data from his
isolinear chip to program the Heinlein's life support system to clear out
the spores.

Then I made the final approach and landing. I took it very slowly. I didn't
want the crowd rushing the pad, or I'd crush many of them under the
runabout.

The crowd went wild as we landed. The noise was deafening. I asked General
Kalak if he was ready and he nodded shortly. Then he opaqued his suit's
helmet. He could have been anyone inside of it. I didn't argue with him.

I quickly grabbed a phaser and a tricorder from the runabout's locker. I
didn't expect to need either one, but they were the most absolutely
convenient and handy when you couldn't get to them.

Then I stood in front of the runabout's hatch and took a deep breath. I had
faced enthusiastic crowds before, on the diplomatic tour with the USS
Discovery, but nothing like this.

I opened the hatch and stepped out of the Runabout. A wall of sound that
was nearly solid rolled over me. It was a near riot. There were hand
painted signs that said "Welcome Federation" or "Federation
Forever". There were others that said "Death to Klingons" or
cartoons showing Klingons being defeated by heroic Humans. The big Klingon
tri-foil with the circle and the slash through it was my personal favorite,
but none it changed how incredibly heart breaking it was.

These people thought of themselves as desperate holdouts against the
Klingon Empire. They thought that I was the vanguard of a liberating
Federation fleet.

I put a fake grin on my face and waved to the people. "Hi." I
think I said. I couldn't hear myself speaking. The crowd got louder and
more boisterous. I was their hero.

I was ready to cry when the President showed up. He arrived in a long black
ground car. There were other, smaller cars, filled with tough looking men
in dark suits and dark spectacles. They quickly got out and surrounded the
area, keeping a watch for assassins and suicidal nuts. Body guards haven't
changed in hundreds of years.

The President got out of his car and strode up to me. He was tall and
lanky. He had the picturesque ugliness that can only be a political asset.
He was saying things, but I couldn't hear a word. He stuck out his hand and
I took it. He gently turned me to the side and I was aware that an entire
planet was taking my picture while I shook the president's hand. Then he
held out his hand for Kalak. Kalak gave him a big friendly shake. I saw the
President understand the presence of the space suit as the handshake went
through. His face fell and his looked at Kalak horrified. Through the
darkened space suit helmet I could not see Kalak's face. I'd bet that he
was grinning, though.

Oh, God. What if the president lost it or someone else got it and started
shooting? According to Klingon culture I was honor bound to go down
fighting in the General's defense. If he died and I didn't die with him, I
would be dishonored.

The President turned quickly back towards the crowd and waved his hands in
the air. His first and middle fingers were extended. I recognized
Churchill's "V for Victory" sign. Then the President shot me a
dirty look and began to hustle us into the limo. We relaxed and went with
him. I could see some faces in the crowd chewing over the space suit and
what it might mean. I locked eyes with one lady as she got it. She simply
stared at me in horror. I had brought the enemy with me.

Then we were in the ground car. It started driving along, slowly. I could
still barely hear anything, although the car was closed. We started out at
a walking pace. The body guards trotted along side the car.

"Can you speak English?" The President bellowed to General Kalak.

Kalak nodded.

"Then for Christ's sake stay down!" Barkley shouted. Then he
motioned at me. "Do it!"

I didn't know what he meant until he opened the windows on his car. The
roar was deafening again. He leaned out and waved to the people. Then I got
it. I open my windows and leaned out, too. The crowds went wild.

We drove down a large street. It looked like under normal conditions that
it would be crowded with ground cars and shoppers and people doing the
business that kept the city running. Now there was only the President's
black limo and the body guards and every resident of that whole side of the
planet lining the street. I waved and grinned and grinned and waved.
Confetti started to rain down on me. It was a ticker-tape parade for the
love of mike!

-*-

"You've got to get it through your heads!" I yelled at Barkley.
"The Klingons are not your enemies! They are your only way out of this
mess!"

Barkley looked sullen. "You tell people who've spent their entire
lives fighting the Klingons that peaceful surrender is our only option. You
tell
'em that their mortal enemy is now their only hope. Can you imagine what the
polls will say?"

"They'll look a lot worse if the Klingon fleet shows up in
orbit!" I said. They weren't getting it.

"I can't even think of rescuing you. Hell, General Kalak is my
Commanding Officer! If the decision comes down to eliminate you, then I may
be ordered to join in. I won't have any other choice!" I said.

"That's an interesting interpretation." Kalak smiled through his
space suit helmet at me.

"Are you certain that there's no hope?" A woman asked. She was near tears.

"Sure. Sure there's plenty of hope. The Federation and the Klingons
are allies, now. If you are willing to stop thinking of the Klingons as
enemies, then we can find a solution, somewhere." I said.

"But first we have to end a hundred years of hatred and warfare and
surrender without a shot being fired." Barkley said.

I shook my head. It was like a bad dream. The Federation and the Klingons
had been at war when the Philadelphia was lost. When they landed, they
found the remains of the Klingon colony. Many of the Colonists felt that
the Klingons were spread far further than they actually were. They felt
that the Klingons truly did represent a master race. They set about to
study the Klingon ways and emulate them. If the Klingons were conquering
the whole Galaxy then they must be on to something.

The rest of the colonists had over reacted in the other direction, becoming
as much a parody of Earth as the people of New Rokon had become a parody of
the Klingon Empire.

Now they were so locked into their hatreds and warfare that they were
resisting the idea of the Federation/Klingon alliance as well as a New
Chicago/New Rokon alliance. Not only that, but General Kalak didn't
understand what I was doing in the first place.

"Making peace between the two factions is not your job." Kalak
said. "They pose a threat only to themselves and this useless world.
Let them go their own way."

We were on the Heinlein, getting ready to address another meeting of the
Directorate of New Chicago. Kalak was fighting with a Federation issue
re-breather mask. If he could get the seal to seat tightly on his face,
then he wouldn't have to wear to heavy, bulky space suit outside. The
planet was a good climate for Klingons and Humans except for the damned
spores.

"I'm sorry. Being a peace bringer is part of my mission. If I can
convince the two factions to cooperate with each other then I'll have
accomplished something."

"Yes. They will stop fighting each other and may begin to pose a
threat to the Empire." Kalak said thoughtfully.

"I doubt that." I said. "It's going to take more than one
planet of extremist humans to seriously harm the Empire."

"What do you suggest?" Kalak asked.

"There must be something. Can they swear fealty to Gowron?" I asked.

"You mean as in to swear loyalty and pay tribute? Amusing idea, but it
would still hang the label of 'Human lover' around Gowron's neck."
General Kalak said. "Besides, would you believe President Barkley if
he swore fealty to Gowron?"

"Hmmm. There must something. I'm just not seeing it." I said.

Kalak finished modifying his breather-mask and strapped it on.
"Ah." He said "That's better. Such a nice little planet,
otherwise."

We would have to beam inside the Heinlein instead of just walking in the
hatch to get all the spores off of the General, but it was better than
asking him to spend several days cooped up inside a space suit.


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