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Vecchio 30-06-05, 12:18   #1
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Ebbene sì, come era prevedibile (e non so se già lo sapete)
sono iniziate le avventure “cartacee” del Capitano Riker e della nuova U.S.S. Titan.
Una nuova “collana” di libri sta prendendo il largo.
All’attivo ce ne sono già due, mentre il terzo uscirà nel gennaio 2006. Ovviamente sto parlando delle pubblicazioni USA. Al momento non so se siano già stati tradotti, né se lo saranno (ma credo comunque di sì! )

Se avrete pazienza tra un po’ tradurrò le “trame” e le pubblicherò.
Intanto vi mostro le tre copertine:
Copertina 1
Copertina 2
Copertina 3

Non chiedetemi cosa ci fa Tuvok in copertina del secondo libro...
A presto!





«Perché ci sono Klingon che in merito a un trattato di pace la pensano come lei e l’ammiraglio Cartright, ma ci penserebbero due volte prima di attaccare l’Enterprise con lei al comando...» (STVI: The Undiscovered Country)
«And make sure history never forget the name... Enterprise» (J.L. Picard - Yesterday’s Enterprise)
«L’unico Klingon di cui ho paura è mia moglie, al termine di un doppio turno in sala macchine» (Tom Paris prima di affrontare in duello un guerriero Klingon)

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Vecchio 30-06-05, 12:39   #2
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bene ! è proprio vero che certe cose come star trelk sono immortali
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Vecchio 15-06-07, 21:46   #3
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Ancora nulla per una edizione europea vero?





Il Vero finale di Nemesis


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Nell'anno 1969 è bastata la potenza di calcolo di due Commodore 64 per mandare con successo una navicella sulla Luna.
Nell'anno 2003 è necessario un Pentium 4 a 2 Ghz per far funzionare bene Windows XP.
...Qualcosa deve essere andato storto!
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Vecchio 15-06-07, 23:27   #4
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Speriamo lo traducano anche da noi







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Vecchio 16-06-07, 00:12   #5
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Quote:
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Ancora nulla per una edizione europea vero?

Se per versione europea intendi nello specifico in Italiano, credo che avremo da aspettare mooolto a lungo. Dopo che anche Fanucci, ormai qualche anno fa, ha smesso di pubblicare i romanzi di Star Trek, il testimone è passato a "Ultimo Avamposto", che comunque ne pubblica pochissimi, due o tre all'anno. Quindi tra tutte le bellissime storie scritte nel corso degli anni è improbabile che entro breve quelle basate sulle avventure della Titan vengano prese in considerazione per la pubblicazione.

In Inglese invece le trovi anche su Amazon.co.uk, ma in alcuni casi vengono venduti dagli Stati Uniti, quindi in quel caso non è un'edizione europea.





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«Non sono d'accordo con quello che dici, ma darei la vita perché tu possa continuare a dirlo.» (Evelyn Beatrice Hall)

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Vecchio 16-06-07, 13:53   #6
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Qualcuno sa che tipo di storie sono? Basate solo sulla coppia R&D oppure sono stati sviluppati altri membre dell'equipaggio?



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Vecchio 18-06-07, 09:32   #7
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Da quanto pare di capire, i personaggi principali sono chiaramente il neo Capitano Riker e gentil consorte (tra i personaggi “noti”). I libri introducono il lettore, oltre alla nuova nave, anche al nuovo equipaggio, descritto come «il più biologicamente e culturalmente variegato nella storia della Flotta Stellare». Ma già dal primo libro non mancano personaggi “ripresi”, come l’Ambasciatore Spock.

Posto una breve descrizione della nuova collana “Titan”.

THE BEGINNING OF A NEW STAR TREK ® ODYSSEY
After almost a decade of strife against foes such as the Borg, the Cardassians, the Klingons, and the Dominion, the United Federation of Planets is at the dawn of a new era. Starfleet is renewing its mission of peaceful exploration, diplomacy, and the expansion of knowledge. Among the starships spearheading that endeavor is the U.S.S. Titan, commanded by Captain William T. Riker and manned by the most biologically varied and culturally diverse crew in Starfleet history.

But their mission does not begin according to plan.

In the wake of Star Trek ® Nemesis, Praetor Shinzon, slayer of the Romulan Senate, is dead. The power vacuum created by his demise has put the Romulan Star Empire, longtime adversary of the Federation, at the brink of civil war. Competing factions now vie for control of their fragmenting civilization, and if the empire should fall, that entire area of the galaxy may destabilize.

To restore order to the region, Titan 's long-anticipated mission of exploration is delayed as Starfleet assigns Riker to set up power-sharing talks among the Romulan factions. But even as the first tentative steps are taken toward building a new Romulus, the remnants of the Tal Shiar, the dreaded Romulan intelligence service, are regrouping behind the scenes for a power play of their own. With no other help available, Riker and the Titan crew become the last hope to prevent the quadrant from falling into chaos.





«Perché ci sono Klingon che in merito a un trattato di pace la pensano come lei e l’ammiraglio Cartright, ma ci penserebbero due volte prima di attaccare l’Enterprise con lei al comando...» (STVI: The Undiscovered Country)
«And make sure history never forget the name... Enterprise» (J.L. Picard - Yesterday’s Enterprise)
«L’unico Klingon di cui ho paura è mia moglie, al termine di un doppio turno in sala macchine» (Tom Paris prima di affrontare in duello un guerriero Klingon)
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Vecchio 18-06-07, 09:35   #8
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E, giusto per “saggiare” il libro (il primo), anche se sempre in inglese, un estratto dal primo capitolo:


Chapter One: Romulus, Stardate 56828.8

«This must be your first visit to Ki Baratan», said the woman who stood behind the operative.

So much for hiding in plain sight, the operative thought, quietly abandoning his hope that she would pay him as little heed as had the throngs of civilians and military officers he'd already passed along the city's central eyhon. He turned and regarded her, averting his gaze momentarily from the graceful, blood-green dome of the Romulan Senate building. The ancient structure gleamed behind him in the morning sun, reflecting an aquamarine glint from the placid Apnex Sea that lay just beyond it.

"As a matter of fact, this is my first visit," the operative said. He smiled broadly, confident that the woman wouldn't sense how awkward this particular mannerism felt to him. "Before today, I had seen the greatness of Dartha only in my grandfather's holos."

As she studied him, he noted that she was old and gray. Her clothing was drab and shapeless, her lined countenance stern, evidently forged by upwards of two centuries of hard life circumstances. He watched impassively as she ran her narrowed, suspicious gaze over his somewhat threadbare traveling cassock.

"Dartha?" the woman said, still scrutinizing him. "Nobody has referred to the Empire's capital by that name since Neral came to power."

The operative silently cursed himself even as he concealed his frustration beneath a carefully cultivated mask of impassivity. Though his lapse was an understandable one -- roughly akin, he thought, to confusing Earth's nineteenth-century Constantinople with twentieth-century Istanbul -- he upbraided himself for it nonetheless.

"Forgive me, 'lai," he said, using the traditional rustic form of address intended to show respect to an elder female. "I arrived just today, from Leinarrh. In the Rarathik District."

An indulgent, understanding smile tugged at her lips. "Just what I thought. I took you for a hveinn right away. A farmer who's never left the waith before."

The operative forced his own smile to broaden, reassured that she found his rural Rarathik dialect convincing. He maintained his caution, however; like him, this apparently harmless old woman might not be at all what she appeared to be. "At your service, 'lai. You may call me Rukath."

She nodded significantly yet discreetly toward the dome -- and the disruptor-carrying guards that walked among the green, ruatinite-inlaid minarets that surrounded it. "Then allow me to give you some friendly advice, Rukath of Leinarrh. Continue gawking so about the Hall of State, and I might have to call you 'dead.' Or perhaps worse."

The operative allowed his smile to collapse, which actually came as a relief. He feigned innocent fear, per his extensive intelligence and tactical training. "Do you really think those uhlans over there would actually shoot me? Just for looking?"

"Just pray that the cold fingers of Erebus find you too unimportant to snatch away into the underworld," she said with a pitying shake of the head. "Daold klhu."

Tourists, the operative silently translated the unfamiliar Romulan term as the old woman turned and walked away. "Jolan'tru, 'lai," he said to her retreating back.

He turned back toward the Senate Dome and watched as the guards made their rounds. He counted six at the moment, marching in pairs, their arrogant, disciplined gazes focused straight ahead. The old woman's warning notwithstanding, he might as well have been invisible to them.

But it's best not to become complacent, he thought, checking the chrono built into the disguised subspace pulse transmitter he wore on his wrist. Time was growing short. Since his surreptitious arrival on Romulus the previous day, he had taken in sights very few of his people had ever seen.

He'd just paid what might well turn out to be a once-in-a-lifetime visit to the Romulan capital of Ki Baratan. Now the time had come to venture beneath it.

The operative deliberately set aside unpleasant thoughts of the underworld of ancient Romulan mythology. Those old stories hadn't sufficiently described the noisome smells that were wafting up around him from the figurative -- and literal -- bowels of Ki Baratan. Erebus, indeed.

Guided through the stygian gloom by his wrist light, the operative was relieved to note that the venerable maze of aekhhwi'rhoi -- the stone-lined sewer tunnels that ran below Ki Baratan -- corresponded precisely to the maps the defector M'ret had provided to Starfleet Intelligence. Carefully stepping over and past countless scuttling, multilegged, sewer-dwelling nhaidh, he made his way to the appointed place. Once there, he pulled hard at a rust-covered, meter-wide wheel, laboriously opening up a narrow access hatchway that looked to be older than Surak and T'Karik combined. The corroded steel aperture groaned in protest, moving only fractionally as the muscles in his back strained. After perhaps a minute of hard coaxing, the wheel gave way and the hatch opened with a clang that reverberated loudly throughout the catacombs.

Releasing the wheel, he pulled a small disruptor pistol from beneath his cassock, then squeezed through the narrow opening without making any further pretense of stealth; by now whoever else might be down here, whether friend or foe, was surely aware of his presence.

He passed into the darkened chamber beyond the hatch, where air that reeked of stagnation, moldy old bones, and damp earth assailed his nostrils. Stepping forward, he heard a quiet yet stern male voice.

"Halt! Drop your weapon." Something cool and unyielding pressed forcefully into the small of his back.

The operative released his grip on the weapon, allowing it to clatter to the rough stone floor. A bright light suddenly shone before him, momentarily triggering his nictitating inner eyelids. He caught a glimpse of several humanoid silhouettes standing before him, several meters farther inside the cavern's depths.

"State your name," said the voice behind him. It sounded young, almost adolescent. Or perhaps merely frightened? "And state your business here."

The operative knew that this was the moment of truth, and very possibly the last moment of his life. He faced that prospect with a Vulcan's ingrained equanimity.

"While on Romulus, I am known as Rukath."

"Of Leinarrh, in far-off Rarathik," someone else said, in a stern female voice. "By way of Starfleet Intelligence. Yes, we knew you were coming."

The operative nodded. "Then you already know my business here. I expected no less."

He felt the weapon at his back quiver slightly, and he calculated his odds of disarming the man behind him. They weren't at all good. Nevertheless, the time had come to end the standoff, regardless of the outcome.

"I also bring greetings from Federation starship Alliance. Captain Saavik sends her best regards to the movement. And to the ambassador, of course."

As the operative had hoped, the mention of the ambassador's wife prompted one of the silhouettes before him to detach itself from the others and step forward. The tall, lean form spoke in a graveled yet resonant voice that he recognized instantly, even though more than eight decades had passed since he had last heard it.

"Lower your weapon, D'Tan. Rukath is among friends."

"But how can we be certain this Rukath is a friend? If that's even his name."

The figure stepped forward another several paces, and waved an arm in what was obviously a prearranged signal. In response, the light levels diminished, allowing the operative to see the approaching man's face clearly, as well as the coterie of a half-dozen armed Romulan civilians, an even mix of men and women, who stood vigilantly all around him.

Ambassador Spock.

The tall, conspicuously unarmed figure came to a stop only a meter away, his hands folded in front of his simple hooded pilgrim's robe as he studied the operative's face. The operative recalled his only previous meeting with the ambassador, whose saturnine visage was umistakable despite the addition of a great many new lines and wrinkles. He wondered if Spock remembered him as well, after the passage of so many years. Perhaps the minor surgical alterations that had been wrought on his facial structure obscured his identity.

"Your vigilance is an asset to us, D'Tan," Spock said to the young man with the weapon. "But as Surak teaches us, there can be no progress without risk."

That evidently got through to the armed man, who withdrew his weapon and backed away. The operative spared a quick glance over his shoulder, nodding toward Spock's youthful bodyguard in a manner that he hoped would be taken as nonthreatening and reassuring. He noted the other man's response: a hard scowl and a still-unholstered disruptor.

The operative fixed his gaze once again upon Spock, a man who had achieved great notoriety back on Vulcan -- as well as throughout the Federation and beyond -- more than a century earlier. How strange, he thought, that one who never even achieved Kolinahr now represents all of Vulcan here in this forbidding place -- and attempts to bring such radical change to both Vulcan and Romulus. He wondered if Spock would have taken on such a task had he attained the pinnacle of logic that the Kolinahr disciplines represented.

Would I have been so foolish to have followed him here had Kolinahr not eluded me also?

"Walk with me, please, Rukath," Spock said, then abruptly turned to stride more deeply into the rough-hewn cavern that stretched beyond the sewer hatch....

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«Perché ci sono Klingon che in merito a un trattato di pace la pensano come lei e l’ammiraglio Cartright, ma ci penserebbero due volte prima di attaccare l’Enterprise con lei al comando...» (STVI: The Undiscovered Country)
«And make sure history never forget the name... Enterprise» (J.L. Picard - Yesterday’s Enterprise)
«L’unico Klingon di cui ho paura è mia moglie, al termine di un doppio turno in sala macchine» (Tom Paris prima di affrontare in duello un guerriero Klingon)
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nella seconda copertina c'è Tuvok... magari sarà il primo ufficiale tattico della Titan ^^
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Vecchio 07-01-12, 23:07   #10
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Non mi illudo, nn mi illudo... in italiano nn verrano mai tradotti... scappo da questo topic...
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