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THE BEST MAN - Kay Wells

Striding purposefully across Sickbay, James Kirk walked into the office of his CMO and appropriated a glass and a bottle before sinking unceremoniously and uninvited into a chair.

ACADEMY - Susan Peacock

It was very quiet, a welcome relief to the still figure sitting in the dark amphitheater, alone.

There were so many people . . . correction . . . so many humans around during the day that his ability to meditate was severely compromised. He should be able to concentrate, no matter what the distraction.

GAMES OF CHANCE - Karla Kelly

Lady Luck smiled at her companion. Taking the dice, she rolled and turned to the 'board.'

On the planet below, Spock shouted at his captain. "DUCK!" The crude, three-blade weapon whizzed within inches of the blond head. Kirk threw his first officer a look o gratitude and turned back to the fight.

THE PROPER MOTIVATION - Judith Coventry

Kirk rolled to his side; he was going to be sick. Without glancing at the person lying beside him he said, quickly, "outta my way Bones." Pushed to his feet, and headed for the bathroom on wobbly legs.

A WING AND A PRAYER - Charlotte Frost

Jenrae's bulky frame sank into the chair behind the counter. Two more minutes. Then he could close and begin his vacation. The distant clouds had promised a storm all day and business had been slow, de spite having a Federation starship orbiting above. But Jenrae's disappointment at the small number of customers wasn't as great as his anticipation of returning to his family's castle. There would be much work to do, but it was work he enjoyed. His whole family had taken pride for generations in the raising of the Bulos.

ONE TIN SOLDIER - novella - Ciana Mitchell

He forced himself to sit up. The stone wall felt cold against his sore back. Every muscle ached, every limb was covered with bruises. His hair was matted with dirt and stiff with dried blood. Since the last beating, the pounding in his head had not stopped.

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December 1990