He's the troubled grandson of a Federation legend Admiral Leonard McCoy, who served as Chief Medical Officer aboard the Enterprise and is recently deceased. He's got big shoes to fill, but no desire whatsoever to fill them.
His father and mother divorced when he was nine. He has no other siblings. His father is human, whereabouts unknown; his mother Vulcan. She resides there, a Federation mathematician who only occasionally bothers contacting him.
His temper and his inhuman strength, along with his smarts, keep landing him in penal colonies. This latest send-up, however, may be permanent, for he was convicted of murdering two Starfleet officers who were on leave. One was a Vulcan.
Sitting in a cell in a penal colony on Mars, Thrace McCoy doesn't know it, but his life is about to change--radically.
------
Author's notes
One of the things that got me through my childhood was Star Trek. When I was a kid, Star Trek meant Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock, Lt. Uhura and Lt. Sulu.
I must have watched each episode a dozen times. I never tired of it. It gave me hope in a way that few things back then did. I even went to a Star Trek convention and listened to Leonard Nimoy speak!
Of course, the Star Trek universe has expanded enormously since then (the 70s). That makes me very happy. I have liked some series more than others, but for the most part, the Star Trek universe continues to feed me hope--especially in these times.
I knew that someday I would have to write a fanfic of some kind; here it is. It is incomplete as all fanfics of mine are; I love diving into a universe created by someone else and playing with it, expanding it, and, importantly, subverting it. At least a little.
I am going to write at least another chapter before moving on to other projects; please enjoy the ones on offer, either as my older edits or the newer ones.
Newly Edited Chapters Can Be Read Here
Download the older chapters here
