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USS Enterprise D, Year 2370
Will Riker looked out the window from his quarters. He sipped some coffee that he had replicated a few minutes ago to wake him up after the night of sleep he just had.
He still couldn't help shake the feeling that transpired a week ago. Ro Laren and him were on a mission to stop the Maquis from getting its hands on some supplies before she turned on him. He shook his head at the thought of the then full lieutenant Bajoran, how she had worked hard the past few years moving from an ensign to completing Starfleet's advanced tactical training.
At first when Ro beamed aboard the Enterprise over two and a half years ago, he hated to look at her. She had no business being on the Enterprise or even wearing that red uniform. Even after she proved herself, Riker still butted heads with her. Riker thought in the back of his mind that Ro enjoyed arguing with her. A lot of Bajoran woman Riker read about enjoyed getting into heated debates over trivial things.
Still, after her first year on board, his relationship with her softened. No longer did she argue with him, she accepted his orders.
Riker drank another sip of his coffee before putting it back in the replicator. He quickly moved to the closet to get his uniform and put it on. His duty shift was about thirty minutes, and he wanted to eat some breakfast before he had to be on the bridge.
As he was putting on his uniform, he wondered how the Captain was still dealing with the loss of Ro defecting over to the Maquis.
Sometime late
Riker had his right leg slumped over at the operations console. Lieutenant Commander Data was at the station. Picard was in his chair. Worf was at the tactical station while Ensign Gates was at the conn. Though she was one of the rotating officers for helm, Picard and Riker used her the most.
Data was moving his hands around his console. He looked at Riker. "Sir, the Bragallians are messaging. They want us to know the particle fusion reactors will be ready when we get there in eight hours."
Riker nodded. "Good. For the longest time I thought the Bragallians weren't going to finish the reactors."
Data nodded. "The reactors will be invaluable to Starfleet in their efforts to harness power from a powerful star such as a sun."
Riker agreed. "It's taken the Federations top scientists twelve years to come up with the schematics, yet these people built them within a year. Remarkable."
Picard got up from his chair. "I'll be in my ready room. You have the bridge Number One."
Riker looked at Picard as he walked off. He noticed within the last week the Captain being even more isolated than usual, probably from Ro betraying him.
Data, with a puzzled look on his face, looked at Riker. "Commander, I have noticed within the past week the Captain's behavior being more quiet than normal. Am I assuming he is having trouble with something?"
Riker sighed. "You probably assume correct Data."
"Inquiry, just what do you think has made Captain Picard upset?"
Riker knew the answer, but it was best to let someone like Deanna handle these types of questions. "More than likely, it's Ro Laren."
"Because she betrayed Captain Picard?" Data asked.
Riker nodded. "Probably so."
Worf stiffened at the mention of Ro's name. "I though Ro had changed for the better. I guess I was fooled too."
Riker and Data looked at the Klingon. Riker lamented that he was fooled too.
Ready Room
Picard had a cup of tea as he was sipping at it while looking over some information on the compute. He put the cup of tea down and propped his right hand on his cheek while studying some information. Before he could do anything else, he vanished.
NX Enterprise, Year 2154
Ensign Travis Mayweather was sitting at the helm. Captain Jonathan Archer was right next to him.
"So then what happened?" Archer looked at his helm officer.
"And so it turned out the thing that kept on making the sound in the bedroom had been one of the Horizon crew's lost cats."
"A lost cat?" Malcolm Reed shook his head in disbelief. "Really Travis you could have told another story."
"Agreed," Commader T'Pol said from the science station.
Travis looked back at the resident Vulcan. "Thanks a lot."
"Anytime," T'Pol was rather enjoying playing with Travis's emotions. "And if you have any other stories, feel free to run them by me. I can give you my opinion if such stories would be worthy of telling…or a dud".
Archer couldn't help but laugh. Hoshi Sato also chuckled.
"Looks like everyone's gaining up on you," Hoshi said from her communications station. "But not to worry Travis, I've got your back."
"Thanks Hoshi, I think," Travis had to think about what she said for a moment before actually acknowledging her if she was going to come to his time of rescue."
Archer sat back at his chair.
Reed looked at his console. It had been a week since the Klingons used augment DNA to try to enhance their people. While they did make some of the Klingons there tested somewhat stronger, there was a price. The Klingons that had the augment DNA in them lost their Klingon ridges. They resembled humans more so that Klingons. On top of that, Malcolm had to hid information from Captain Archer because of being linked to the rogue agency known as Section 31.
Malcolm wondered how much or if how little Archer trusted him now. He looked over at the Captain and sighed. He made a major mistake letting Harris get the best of him. Archer wanted to know who Malcolm was working for behind his back, behind Starfleet's back, but he couldn't tell the Captain a word.
Still, Malcolm had betrayed them all for that brief moment.
"Captain, we're getting close to an area of space where we last encountered Duras," Travis reported from his console.
Duras Archer thought to himself. There's a name he hasn't heard in seven months. Duras reared his ugly head once again after Archer and the Enterprise crew got back from the Xindi mission and time traveling back to the mid twentieth century to stop some time traveling aliens from taking over Earth.
"I highly doubt Duras is still alive," T'Pol responded.
Archer looked at his first officer. "How so?"
"He's had several opportunities to get rid of you, but each time he has failed," T'Pol explained. "With so many losses, the Klingon government would view such defeats as honorless, often killing Klingons."
"Then perhaps Duras met his make then," Archer acknowledged.
Archer looked at the viewscreen. He wondered if the Klingon was really out there still. However, given what happened a week ago with the Klingons and augment genetics, not to mention Archer himself developing Klingon ridges for a short time, he rather not think about Klingons or Duras.
"I'll be in my ready room," Archer said. He got up from his chair and moved to the ready room. As he was about to sit down, he suddenly disappeared from the room.