title: Mixed Messages
author:  Arlene Martel 
description: About the author: Arlene Martel is an American actor with a career spanning four decades beginning in the 1950s in New York city at the High School of Performing Arts. "I was single, celibate and accepting a life that did not include a "partner" I had known some legendary lovers and had been married to three different men (not all at the same time of course) . . . and thought it might be fun to expand my circle of friends. Imagine my surprise to find myself gradually ensnared in a net of love. At the time, both of us were groping through the tangle of confusion (like seaweed) in our personal lives. Yet something was becoming quite clear, compelling us to unite and face the challenges . . . as they inevitably would occur" Arlene Martel: "You may already know me as "T'Pring" in "Amok Time" Spock's Vulcan wife from the original Star Trek series. Or . . . perhaps you knew me as "Consuelo" from the Outer Limits episode of Harlan Ellison's "Demon With a Glass Hand" The fact is you have never known me as I will be revealed in these pages . . . "This book is part of my own true story . . . perhaps it's part of yours as well" Jeff Minniti: When two very different lives intersect, expect the unexpected. I learned that firsthand. I certainly never envisioned a relationship with "T'Pring" She was an iconic character on the original Star Trek series in the episode "Amok Time" who attracted me through her palpable sensuality. She captured my attention in ways I'm sure you can imagine. I loved the way she uttered the word "Specify" and I was entranced by those intensely soulful eyes. Now THAT was escapism for a shy 10 year-old boy growing up in sleepy San Leandro. I never anticipated becoming a "leading man" in Arlene's life. I discovered that Arlene was as formidable in her own life as "T'Pring" was in hers. Both ran "amok" with my heart. Through a series of intimate emails, we want to share our unique relationship with you. T
zlib_text: # Bitter Medicine
  
  
  ## Star Trek: S.C.E. — No. 41
  
  
  ### Dave Galanter
  
  
  # Chapter 1
  
  
  “I’m reading the Starfleet warning buoy now, sir.” Susan Haznedl tabbed at the
  ops console, then turned back to the bridge’s center seat. “And also another
  warning hail, very weak.”
  
  
  Captain David Gold motioned to the speaker overhead. “Let’s hear the other.”
  
  
  Haznedl nodded and worked her console again. “Running it through the
  translator, sir. There’s not much of it, so it might take a few moments.”
  
  
  “I didn’t see in the report that there was an original warning,” Commander
  Sonya Gomez said, stepping down to the side of the captain’s chair from the
  upper bridge.
  
  
  “The Lexington sent the Starfleet buoy from two parsecs out,” Haznedl replied.
  “The signal I’m getting is very weak. I doubt they picked it up.”
  
  
  “Lexington didn’t have time to stop,” Gold told Gomez, “but two Allurian ships
  running salvage in this area are missing with all hands, and reported a hazard
  before contact with them was lost.