This week, when the Enterprise investigates a ship that crashed on a Dyson sphere, they find a heck of a prize in an old cereal box. But before they have time to help him come to terms with outliving his usefulness, the sphere pulls the Enterprise in, and suddenly, they need his help to make it go from suck to blow. Meanwhile, some lower-decks action pads out the page count and takes some heat off of the senior staff. Will Scotty respond well to therapy? How badly would Picard flip out about food on the bridge? And how does Dr. Crusher really feel about Scotty? All this and more in Relics, the book that’s very proud of its en dashes.
This week, when George Kirk struggles to straighten out his wayward progeny, the boy’s mother suggests a Take Your Son to Space Work Day. But when their shuttle gets waylaid by pirates en route to a ceremony, young James sees a new side of his father and learns that duty can sometimes literally cost an arm and a leg. Will James Kirk give in to the boomer side? What’s the point of campfire stories that aren’t scary? And what’s the deal with Sanskrit on Mars? All this and more in the positively foudroyant Best Destiny.
This week, when a trip to the souvenir shop goes sideways for Chekov, he’ll soon have more to worry about than a night in the slammer. An efficiency expert starts gunning for his job—that is, until he gets gunned down himself. What goofy hobby is Sulu taking up this time? Has The Motion Picture finally been stripped of its Worst Transporter Accident title? And is someone trying to ship Chekov and Uhura? All this and more in Death Count, the book that points its thumbs at thee.
This week, when a Federation colony asks the Enterprise to spray for wild Klingons, Picard disrespectfully declines, but sends Worf down to broker peace. Meanwhile, Ro Laren realizes she has more than just affirmative action to worry about when the bed bugs begin to bite. Will Worf persuade the wild Klingon children to pursue peace? Can Ro explain to the villagers why the wavy lines on the seismograph are bad before a sentient tsunami picks everyone’s bones clean? And who’s better at hide-and-seek: Data or Deanna Troi? All this and more in War Drums, the book that, unfortunately, features no dinosaur hunting.