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I own nothing related to Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Latika Sarin is my character created by me. Please don't write any mean comments on this story. This is my first ever and I have some as much research as possible to make sure this is somewhat accurate. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
It was business as usual on the starship USS Enterprise. Everyone on the ship was relaxed at their stations, for this trip was supposed to be a rather uneventful one to the planet Beta Cassius for negotiations. Captain Jean-Luc Picard was seated on the bridge, talking to Commander Riker about their plans once they arrived when he noticed something about their direction.
"Lt. Data," Picard said, "we are passing Omicron Theta now. Isn't that you home planet?"
"Yes Captain, it is," Data replied.
"Perhaps after our mission to Beta Cassius is complete, we should stop by."
"As you wish, Captain," Data said as he returned to his post. Data didn't really want to go to his home planet, but he would not say that out loud. There were too many memories from there that he did not want to resurface. But for the next couple hours, Data could not help but think about his short time there, with his creator, Dr. Noonien Soong. As the memories started to return, he remembered an image of a little girl, following the doctor around, asking many questions. He had not thought of her in years. He was just about to remember her name when…
"Captain, we're being hailed. It is a distress call from a small ship. Audio only, sir," Lt. Worf reported to Picard. He signaled to play it. Data was not paying too much attention to it until he heard a familiar voice from the distress call.
Help! Somebody please help! I am under attack from a Klingon ship (Sry Worf!). Mayday, mayday! Engines and life support are failing!
"My name is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the starship USS-Enterprise. We are on our way to you location. What is your name?" the captain said.
My name is Latika Sarin. Please hurry! I don't know how much more the ship can take.
Data stood up from his chair and said her name. Latika. It was her, the little girl that followed the doctor around back at home.
"Data, what is wrong with you? Get back to your station so we can help her!" Picard said to Data as he headed back to his chair and began barking out orders to the rest of the bridge. Data snapped out of his trance, and ran back to his seat. Data began to work as fast as he could. He had to go help what he now realized was his oldest friend.