"Miss Summers," Commander Data spoke. "In all the Enterprise's encounters with beings claiming to be any sort of divine entity, there was always a logical, rational explaination for it. It is highly unlikely that this being is different from those previously encountered.
"Miss Summers," Commander Data spoke. "In all the Enterprise's encounters with beings claiming to be any sort of divine entity, there was always a logical, rational explaination for it. It is highly unlikely that this being is different from those previously encountered."
Buffy stood up, seemling angered by this man's assumptions. She knew herself that she shouldn't have been mad at him, he didn't know the whole story about the slayer, the key, and the god.
"Trust me," Buffy said. "She *is* a god, no doubts about that."
"With no offense intended Miss Summers," The android continued. "I find that statement 'quite hard to believe'."
Buffy shot Crusher a 'I-told-you-so' look, which was returned with a look of reassurance. Still standing, Buffy continued.
"Fine, believe what you want..." Buffy suddendly stopped mid sentence, remembering something. "You're a robot right? Do you have any files on ancient mythology? Search for Glorificus(sp?)... That is what we are dealing with."
"That is correct. I am an android. No, my positronic brain isn't capable of vast emory storage like the Enterprise computer. However, the Romulan Computer cores are far more-"
"Data," Picard stepped in. "I think she means would you please search the database for that entry, 'Glorificus'."
"Aye Sir, searching database." Data replied as his fingers flew across the console. "Data retrieved." He said.
"On screen," Picard ordered.
"Is that her?" he said, gesturing toward the viewscreen, showing a view of an ancient earth vase painting of a woman with immense power rushing through her.
Buffy tilted her head looking at the vase, "Hmm.. Looks skankier in person..."
"Skankier?" Picard questioned.
"Yeah!" Buffy exclaimed. "She thinks she can pull off *that* dress, and what's with the..."
She stopped, again mid sentence.
"Er.. I mean... Data? Don't suppose there is a database of 20th Century slang terms?" She said hopefully.
"I am familiar with these terms captain." Data said. "The term, Skank means for a woman to have more than one-"
"Data!" Picard said, cutting him off again. "I believe everyone here, understands..you don't need to elaborate any further."
He turned to Buffy. "Well Miss. Summers, If we're going to help you defeat this new enemy, we're going to do it by the book. While on board the Enterprise, I'll have to insist you to wear a uniform. The civillian clothing will be a distraction to some crewmembers. Please understand this, but it is appropriate for the current time."
"Fine with me. Hey I've done worse, I've died...twice." Buffy said, sitting down again.
"And furthermore, when I call a senior staff meeting, I'd like you to be there too. We may need your expertise in this field."
Buffy nodded in aggreement
Suddenly, the comm sounded from sickbay. 'Sickbay to the Bridge, Doctor Crusher?' Nurse Ogawa said. "Crusher here." Beverly replied. 'The Survivors from the Reliant from teh 21st century are ready to be woken.' "Understood, Crusher out."
Buffy stood up again.
"Dawn, Willow.. I have to see them."
"I understand," Picard said. "Permission granted, Miss Summers."
"Follow me, Buffy." Doctor Crusher said, walking to the turbolift."
---
When they arrived in Sickbay, Willow was on the Surgical Bed, Nurse Ogawa waiting with a hypospray over her.
"Ready to wake this one up first." Ogawa said.
"Alright Allyssa," said Beverly. "Tend to the other patients."
"Yes Doctor." came the response.
Crusher applied the hypospray to Willow's neck. Her eyes slowly fluttered open a few seconds later.
"Take it easy," Beverly said. "You've had a bad fracture, but you're going to be fine." Doctor Crusher nodded for Buffy to join her at the Surgical Bed.
Willow tried to sit up, but the fracture made itself noticable, and she decided to take the Doctor's advice. She rested her eyes on the blonde sitting beside her.
"Buffy???" Willow said confused. "But... you died.."
"Yeah," Buffy said. "I get that alot."
Willow smirked and coughed a laugh.
"Buffy, why don't you talk to her. I'm going to heal the fracture. It will take me a minute or two." said Crusher, as she hed the Osteoregenerator over Willow's chest.
"Will, can you remember what happened when I jumped?" Buffy asked.
Willow shook her head, "I just remember Tara... then the light..."
A few minutes Later, Crusher stood back. "All finished here," she said. "My name is Beverly Crusher I'm a doctor."
Willow looked at buffy, who gave the 'trust-her' look and nod.
"How'd we get here?"
"I don't exactly know how, i think it has something to do with the key breaking down the barriers between all the worlds, no matter if they are past or present. But now we have bigger problems." Buffy said. "Glory isn't dead."
Worf came into sickbay that moment, staggering. Crusher ran over. He made his way to one of the Bio Beds and sat up. Beverly took out a medical tricorder and scanned him. "What happened?" she asked the Klingon.
"I had a few drinks that wern't synthehol. It was without my knowledge." he said. Beverly sighed and applied a hypospray to his neck. "This should relieve some of the intoxicating effects."
Buffy smiled and rolled her eyes at the Klingon, then turned back to Willow.
"How are you feeling? Did that Glory-thing magick you out?"
"No... I'm good... just need a little time to get back to full strength." Willow replied
"Buffy." Worf said, walking over. "Captain Picard says that we will reach Earth in 20 hours."
"Earth?" Buffy asked. "Why are we heading towards earth?"
"The transmission from Glorificus came from the capitol of the Federation. That's in Starfleet Headquarters, San Francisco, on Earth." Worf replied. He took Notice to the Red haired girl. "Hello. I am Lieutenant Commander Worf. I hope I am the first to welcome you aboard the Enterprise."
Power of Thr33: Willow smiled and greeted Worf. Then frowned.
"Tara?!"
"Please Relax," said Worf. "All the humans from your century are aboard the Enterprise."
"Is she ok?"
Crusher came over. "They are all fine. We'll have to wake them one by one, but they're all fine. The eldest male is going to be conscious in a few minutes. Buffy, our scans indicate that he was transported aboard the Reliant unconscious. He may need you to...inform him ogf where and when he is."
"Miss Summers," Commander Data spoke. "In all the Enterprise's encounters with beings claiming to be any sort of divine entity, there was always a logical, rational explaination for it. It is highly unlikely that this being is different from those previously encountered."
Buffy stood up, seemling angered by this man's assumptions. She knew herself that she shouldn't have been mad at him, he didn't know the whole story about the slayer, the key, and the god.
"Trust me," Buffy said. "She *is* a god, no doubts about that."
"With no offense intended Miss Summers," The android continued. "I find that statement 'quite hard to believe'."
Buffy shot Crusher a 'I-told-you-so' look, which was returned with a look of reassurance. Still standing, Buffy continued.
"Fine, believe what you want..." Buffy suddendly stopped mid sentence, remembering something. "You're a robot right? Do you have any files on ancient mythology? Search for Glorificus(sp?)... That is what we are dealing with."
"That is correct. I am an android. No, my positronic brain isn't capable of vast emory storage like the Enterprise computer. However, the Romulan Computer cores are far more-"
"Data," Picard stepped in. "I think she means would you please search the database for that entry, 'Glorificus'."
"Aye Sir, searching database." Data replied as his fingers flew across the console. "Data retrieved." He said.
"On screen," Picard ordered.
"Is that her?" he said, gesturing toward the viewscreen, showing a view of an ancient earth vase painting of a woman with immense power rushing through her.
Buffy tilted her head looking at the vase, "Hmm.. Looks skankier in person..."
"Skankier?" Picard questioned.
"Yeah!" Buffy exclaimed. "She thinks she can pull off *that* dress, and what's with the..."
She stopped, again mid sentence.
"Er.. I mean... Data? Don't suppose there is a database of 20th Century slang terms?" She said hopefully.
"I am familiar with these terms captain." Data said. "The term, Skank means for a woman to have more than one-"
"Data!" Picard said, cutting him off again. "I believe everyone here, understands..you don't need to elaborate any further."
He turned to Buffy. "Well Miss. Summers, If we're going to help you defeat this new enemy, we're going to do it by the book. While on board the Enterprise, I'll have to insist you to wear a uniform. The civillian clothing will be a distraction to some crewmembers. Please understand this, but it is appropriate for the current time."
"Fine with me. Hey I've done worse, I've died...twice." Buffy said, sitting down again.
"And furthermore, when I call a senior staff meeting, I'd like you to be there too. We may need your expertise in this field."
Buffy nodded in aggreement
Suddenly, the comm sounded from sickbay. 'Sickbay to the Bridge, Doctor Crusher?' Nurse Ogawa said. "Crusher here." Beverly replied. 'The Survivors from the Reliant from teh 21st century are ready to be woken.' "Understood, Crusher out."
Buffy stood up again.
"Dawn, Willow.. I have to see them."
"I understand," Picard said. "Permission granted, Miss Summers."
"Follow me, Buffy." Doctor Crusher said, walking to the turbolift."
---
When they arrived in Sickbay, Willow was on the Surgical Bed, Nurse Ogawa waiting with a hypospray over her.
"Ready to wake this one up first." Ogawa said.
"Alright Allyssa," said Beverly. "Tend to the other patients."
"Yes Doctor." came the response.
Crusher applied the hypospray to Willow's neck. Her eyes slowly fluttered open a few seconds later.
"Take it easy," Beverly said. "You've had a bad fracture, but you're going to be fine." Doctor Crusher nodded for Buffy to join her at the Surgical Bed.
Willow tried to sit up, but the fracture made itself noticable, and she decided to take the Doctor's advice. She rested her eyes on the blonde sitting beside her.
"Buffy???" Willow said confused. "But... you died.."
"Yeah," Buffy said. "I get that alot."
Willow smirked and coughed a laugh.
"Buffy, why don't you talk to her. I'm going to heal the fracture. It will take me a minute or two." said Crusher, as she hed the Osteoregenerator over Willow's chest.
"Will, can you remember what happened when I jumped?" Buffy asked.
Willow shook her head, "I just remember Tara... then the light..."
A few minutes Later, Crusher stood back. "All finished here," she said. "My name is Beverly Crusher I'm a doctor."
Willow looked at buffy, who gave the 'trust-her' look and nod.
"How'd we get here?"
"I don't exactly know how, i think it has something to do with the key breaking down the barriers between all the worlds, no matter if they are past or present. But now we have bigger problems." Buffy said. "Glory isn't dead."
Worf came into sickbay that moment, staggering. Crusher ran over. He made his way to one of the Bio Beds and sat up. Beverly took out a medical tricorder and scanned him. "What happened?" she asked the Klingon.
"I had a few drinks that wern't synthehol. It was without my knowledge." he said. Beverly sighed and applied a hypospray to his neck. "This should relieve some of the intoxicating effects."
Buffy smiled and rolled her eyes at the Klingon, then turned back to Willow.
"How are you feeling? Did that Glory-thing magick you out?"
"No... I'm good... just need a little time to get back to full strength." Willow replied
"Buffy." Worf said, walking over. "Captain Picard says that we will reach Earth in 20 hours."
"Earth?" Buffy asked. "Why are we heading towards earth?"
"The transmission from Glorificus came from the capitol of the Federation. That's in Starfleet Headquarters, San Francisco, on Earth." Worf replied. He took Notice to the Red haired girl. "Hello. I am Lieutenant Commander Worf. I hope I am the first to welcome you aboard the Enterprise."
Power of Thr33: Willow smiled and greeted Worf. Then frowned.
"Tara?!"
"Please Relax," said Worf. "All the humans from your century are aboard the Enterprise."
"Is she ok?"
Crusher came over. "They are all fine. We'll have to wake them one by one, but they're all fine. The eldest male is going to be conscious in a few minutes. Buffy, our scans indicate that he was transported aboard the Reliant unconscious. He may need you to...inform him ogf where and when he is."