Jim Kirk emerged from the entrance to the immense lithium-cracking station, the sight of Lee Kelso's corpse still mercilessly fresh in his mind, and took a look at the jumbled, gray landscape ahead of him.
Craggy peaks rose haphazardly like the uncut gems in some gargantuan crown, piercing the bloated underbelly of the blue-gray clouds. The wind howled as if in pain, carrying the dust and tang of a dozen different metal ores.
Gary was out there somewhere, the captain told himself. Dehner, too. And they were his responsibility.His.
After all, it had been Kirk's decision a couple of days ago to try to penetrate...