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This story takes place some 20 to 30 years past the general star trek time line and introduces two characters who if this story is liked may end up in a series of stories, like all good things journeys must come to an end, and it is up to those after us to pick up were we left off.
Prologue: Lineage
The particles of the universe realigned themselves around the young lieutenant as he materialized in the grand vineyard. He could have beamed into the main home he thought to himself it would have saved himself both time and trouble, yet he was personally asked by the admiral to do this. "It will help you understand why this is so important," he had said to him when they communicated the previous night. With a great sigh he found the trail that led through the great rows of grapes, if anything it was a beautiful day.
His ship the Tiberius had returned to Earth last month and was set for a refit after the massive battle damage she incurred in the Curzi sector. The Voyager had scanned this area of space over twenty years ago on her grand voyage back to earth. There was little there long range scanners, especially the archaic devices that they called long range scanners then could have told them about those they would meet there. The Versalli was the race they found a xenophobic warrior race as fierce as Klingons of old.
The Tiberius had been finishing her two year mission when they met the Versalli and it was in this attack that the lieutenant had earned his pips. Had they not met those aliens the ship would still be in the Delta quadrant and all the better because this day would be nothing more than a foot note in his logs and a page in the history books. Around Earth though, he could find no way to not come especially after his captain had given him special leave. There was no going against his Captain, that was one of the first things his father had told him when he decided to join the fleet. "Never go against a good captain," whats more he hated being compared to his father.
"Who's that? Who's over there," came a withered old voice. The lieutenant turned to face an elderly man tending the grapes. "O, O its you I almost didn't recognize you." The man stood stretching out his arm and he took it still not recognizing the senior.
"I apologize I am at a disadvantage, do . do I know you?" The old man chuckled.
"No, No I suppose not well you did long ago but not many people short of a Vulcan can remember getting there diapers changed." The old man walked around the lieutenant then tapped him on the cheek, " My word you've grown the spitting image of your father."
He laughed to himself his father he was nothing like his father even though so many people continually said he was.
"Well you still seem a bit at a loss son," the man coughed,"Ive been the grounds keeper for near thirty years." He still could not remember a grounds keeper though he did not remember much about his time here growing up.
They continued walking down the path between the giant rows of the vineyard. "Your mothers here, she cannot wait to see you." His mother how he regretted hurting her so long ago. He and his father had had a large argument larger than any argument before, and that day he walked out and never looked back. How fast three years goes by, an eternity on wings he thought to himself. Continuing his roll call, "And your God parents."
He stopped and stared down at the man," All of them?" the man smiled at him. Unlike most children who had one or two if any god parents he had several. One taught him to fight another to build, yet another taught him dance, and Jazz, Jazz was always in his blood.
The house now was in view, massive yet quaint it stood a relic of the times. He walked up the stairs and reached to knock, "Please state the purpose of your visit." Quaint, yet practical. "To pay my respects."
He stood at the door for a few more moments before the door opened and he was greeted by the only living android in the known universe, "Good morning B9."
B9 scanned the visitor, "Congratulations on your promotion Lieutenant, your father must be proud." He hid his cringe at the mention there was a reason he had not seen him in more than 3 years. He was motioned to enter the home. Not all like his predecessor he had been told B9 had not been developed to be a creative genius, his creation seemed to be only to see if it could be done. The home was very warm and inviting filled with real wood from floor to ceiling even the furniture was wood, He couldn't remember the last time he sat on a real wood chair, atleast not since he had been here last.
He B9 and the old man climbed the stairs to the second level and were led down a hall only stopping to knock on the last door at the end. They entered, the room was full of legend's , The great Advocate of the empire Worf, Captain La Forge, Admiral Barklay, and directly in the center lying asleep in his bed, the vision of a man not long for the world a man whose love for life once filled were his hair did not.
He continued to scan the room finding Admiral William Riker and his Mother. The Admiral stood, "Thomas"
"Father."
Chapter "Unwelcomed"
This story takes place some 20 to 30 years past the general star trek time line and introduces two characters who if this story is liked may end up in a series of stories, like all good things journeys must come to an end, and it is up to those after us to pick up were we left off.
Prologue: Lineage
The particles of the universe realigned themselves around the young lieutenant as he materialized in the grand vineyard. He could have beamed into the main home he thought to himself it would have saved himself both time and trouble, yet he was personally asked by the admiral to do this. "It will help you understand why this is so important," he had said to him when they communicated the previous night. With a great sigh he found the trail that led through the great rows of grapes, if anything it was a beautiful day.
His ship the Tiberius had returned to Earth last month and was set for a refit after the massive battle damage she incurred in the Curzi sector. The Voyager had scanned this area of space over twenty years ago on her grand voyage back to earth. There was little there long range scanners, especially the archaic devices that they called long range scanners then could have told them about those they would meet there. The Versalli was the race they found a xenophobic warrior race as fierce as Klingons of old.
The Tiberius had been finishing her two year mission when they met the Versalli and it was in this attack that the lieutenant had earned his pips. Had they not met those aliens the ship would still be in the Delta quadrant and all the better because this day would be nothing more than a foot note in his logs and a page in the history books. Around Earth though, he could find no way to not come especially after his captain had given him special leave. There was no going against his Captain, that was one of the first things his father had told him when he decided to join the fleet. "Never go against a good captain," whats more he hated being compared to his father.
"Who's that? Who's over there," came a withered old voice. The lieutenant turned to face an elderly man tending the grapes. "O, O its you I almost didn't recognize you." The man stood stretching out his arm and he took it still not recognizing the senior.
"I apologize I am at a disadvantage, do . do I know you?" The old man chuckled.
"No, No I suppose not well you did long ago but not many people short of a Vulcan can remember getting there diapers changed." The old man walked around the lieutenant then tapped him on the cheek, " My word you've grown the spitting image of your father."
He laughed to himself his father he was nothing like his father even though so many people continually said he was.
"Well you still seem a bit at a loss son," the man coughed,"Ive been the grounds keeper for near thirty years." He still could not remember a grounds keeper though he did not remember much about his time here growing up.
They continued walking down the path between the giant rows of the vineyard. "Your mothers here, she cannot wait to see you." His mother how he regretted hurting her so long ago. He and his father had had a large argument larger than any argument before, and that day he walked out and never looked back. How fast three years goes by, an eternity on wings he thought to himself. Continuing his roll call, "And your God parents."
He stopped and stared down at the man," All of them?" the man smiled at him. Unlike most children who had one or two if any god parents he had several. One taught him to fight another to build, yet another taught him dance, and Jazz, Jazz was always in his blood.
The house now was in view, massive yet quaint it stood a relic of the times. He walked up the stairs and reached to knock, "Please state the purpose of your visit." Quaint, yet practical. "To pay my respects."
He stood at the door for a few more moments before the door opened and he was greeted by the only living android in the known universe, "Good morning B9."
B9 scanned the visitor, "Congratulations on your promotion Lieutenant, your father must be proud." He hid his cringe at the mention there was a reason he had not seen him in more than 3 years. He was motioned to enter the home. Not all like his predecessor he had been told B9 had not been developed to be a creative genius, his creation seemed to be only to see if it could be done. The home was very warm and inviting filled with real wood from floor to ceiling even the furniture was wood, He couldn't remember the last time he sat on a real wood chair, atleast not since he had been here last.
He B9 and the old man climbed the stairs to the second level and were led down a hall only stopping to knock on the last door at the end. They entered, the room was full of legend's , The great Advocate of the empire Worf, Captain La Forge, Admiral Barklay, and directly in the center lying asleep in his bed, the vision of a man not long for the world a man whose love for life once filled were his hair did not.
He continued to scan the room finding Admiral William Riker and his Mother. The Admiral stood, "Thomas"
"Father."
Chapter "Unwelcomed"