Imzadi is a non-canon Star Trek novel by Peter David, primarily exploring William Riker’s assignment to Betazed and his early relationship with Deanna Troi. Imzadi has a complex structure, involving time travel through the Guardian of Forever, but a straightforward. Imzadi: to the people of the planet Betazed, including Counselor Deanna Troi of the Starship Enterprise,™ it means “beloved” and denotes that which can never. Read “Star Trek: Signature Edition: Imzadi Forever” by Peter David with Rakuten Kobo. Imzadi: to the people of the planet Betazed, including Counselor Deanna.

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Yet to whom does Deanna’s heart truly belong? Commander William Riker was the first Deanna called Imzadi. Long before they served together on board the Enterprise, they shared a tempestuous love affair back on Imzdi. And even now, many years later, Riker will embark iimzadi a desperate journey across time and space to save Deanna’s life. But Riker is not the only Starfleet officer to capture Deanna’s heart. Lieutenant Commander Worf, the fierce Klingon warrior, is also drawn to Deanna’s gentle and caring nature.

Brought together by fate, he and Deanna share an unexpected passion that tests the bonds between Troi and Riker — even as a deadly Romulan conspiracy threatens them all!

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The Lost Years Star Trek: Shadows on the Sun Star Trek: The Next Generation 1. Section 31 Star Trek: Editorial Reviews About the Author Peter David is a prolific writer whose career, and continued popularity, spans more than twenty-five years.

He has worked in every conceivable media—television, film, books fiction, nonfiction, and audioshort stories, and comic books—and acquired followings in all of them. Chapter One “Let’s get the hell out of here.

Imzadi forever / Peter David – Details – Trove

In the distance was the city. Its name was unknown and would forever remain so. Firever air was dark and filled with a sense that a forevee might break at any moment. It was that way all the time. The storm never did break.

It just threatened to do so. The very withholding of the actual event implied that, should that storm ever arrive, it might very well bring with it enough power to wash away all vestiges of that remarkable intangible called reality.

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None of that mattered to the man who was the leader. The man in the greenish yellow shirt, whose mind forefer elsewhere and elsewhen. Behind him stood his friends, his crew. For a moment it appeared that he was wondering just how long they would be capable of waiting.

What were the limits of their patience? The limits of their confidence in the man who was their captain? But it was clear that he was not going to test those limits. A man who had been driven to go out and explore new places, discover new frontiers And his response was not to embrace it.

No, all he wanted to do was leave it behind, to get as far away from it as possible. The crew took several small steps closer to each other.

To a degree it was out of reflex, to make sure that they would be well within range of the transporter effect. But there was something else as well this time. It was an unspoken desire to try to lend support by dint of the fact that they were there for him. There was nothing they could say or do. Indeed, they didn’t even fully understand what was going through the captain’s mind.

They did not yet know the sacrifices their commanding officer had made. Did not know that, in the best tradition of romance, he had found a part of his soul existing in a woman and had been drawn to her.

And then had lost that part of his soul, which he hadn’t fully realized he was missing in the first place. Lost it beneath the screeching of tires, under a truck’s wheels Not just the wheel of a truck.

A wheel of history, an unrelenting, unyielding cog that had ground up his love and his soul and spit them both out, bloodied and battered Yes, that was the difference that the crew sensed this time in their captain. Many a time had he been battered They got the hell out of there. And Commodore Data watched them go. She was simply called Mary Mac.

Imzadi Forever (Star Trek : The Next Generation) by Peter David

Her last name actually began with a sound approximating “Mac,” but the rest was a major tongue twister. As a result, the other scientists addressed her as “Mary Mac. For one thing, she was an Orion. This in itself was not particularly unusual. She was, however, fully imzaddi.

This was unusual, as the vast majority of Orion women existed purely to be the sex toys of men in general and Orion men in particular. They were known as vicious and deadly fighters and radiated sex the way suns radiated heat Mary Mac’s skin was green, as was standard for an Orion woman. In every other aspect, however, she was markedly different from the rest of her kind.


She wore loose-fitting clothes Because she liked her arms unencumbered, her tunic was short sleeved, although an off-the-shoulder cape was draped stylishly around her. She had long, jet-black hair, but rather than hanging saucily around her shoulders, it was delicately and elaborately braided They had a slight tint and huge frames.

They were considered to be phenomenally out-of-date as well as unattractive. Which is why she wore them. Mary Mac regretted, every so often, that imzqdi felt a need to “dress down,” as it were, so that she could operate within society.

She was, however, used to it. There were precious few prejudices that one had to deal with in the day-to-day operations of the United Imxadi of Planets, but one of the few remaining was that all Orion women were nothing but animalistic sex kittens. It was an understandable notion because that description did indeed fit virtually all Orion women, including most of the ones whom Mary Mac had ever met.

It did not, however, fit her, and if she had to go to extremes to get her point across, well Her “look” had gotten her quite far. It had, in fact, been something of a plus. People would be interested imzadii amused by her as she would discuss some involved or arcane bit of scientific lore She never did, of course. She’d trained too long and too hard to allow that to happen. As a result she was always a imazdi of a surprise, and throughout the galaxy, people loved to be surprised.

Which is why Mary Mac had worked her way up through the ranks and eventually landed the assignment of project administrator on Forever World. The planet did not have an official name.

Somehow it had seemed presumptuous for any mere mortal to give it one It had simply been nicknamed Forever World, and that was what had stuck. She passed her associate coordinator, Harry, who didn’t seem to notice her. A muscular and dark-hued terran, Harry’s attention was fully on a set of equations or some other bit of scientific data on a palm-sized computer padd. He waved distractedly and continued on his way.

He had probably already forgotten that he’d been addressed at all, much less by Mary Mac. Mary Mac made her way across the compound, nodding or conversing briefly with other scientists on the project. One of the odder aspects of conversation on the Forever World was that one tended to speak in a hushed voice. There was no particular reason for it.

It certainly wasn’t mandated by law or tradition.