Authors notes: Sorry for the excessively long wait, but I finally have it! Chapter 7! (I've actually had it ready for months.) I hope you will like it. It contains the tale of Sir Riker and the knights who say...
Chapter 7
Written By: Q
(Arthur and his men are riding through a dark and mystical wooded land with a sense of fear and evil. There is something lurking in this wood. As they ride suddenly they hear a twig snap. Picard look over and for a moment he thought he had seen a shadowy figure. As he rode on he heard another snap and turned his head. He was almost sure he had seen a figure this time. Then they all stopped as they rode into a clearing and the fog cleared. They looked around to see many strange men wearing strange uniforms and helmets with phasers on top. Suddenly he sees a tall figure in front of him his eyes turn upward and suddenly...)
RIKER: Make it so!
(Picard recoiled in horror at this strange officer with a long flowing robe containing starfleet insignia and a helmet with warp nacelles coming out of either side. He regained his composure and asked.)
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: Who are you?
RIKER: We are the officers who say...Make it so!
KNIGHTS: Make it so! Make it so!
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: No! Not the officers who say, "Make it so"!
RIKER: The same! (His eyes grew wide with emphasis.)
SPOCK: Who are they?
RIKER: We are the keepers of the sacred words: Make it so, Engage, and Take us out!
KNIGHTS: Take us out!
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale.
RIKER: The officers if Make it so demand a sacrifice!
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: Officers of Make it so, we are but simple Starfleet officers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.
RIKER: Make it so! Make it so! Make it so! Make it so!
KNIGHTS: Make it so! Make it so!
(They recoil in pain and torment and just plain irritation.)
RIKER: We shall say 'Make it so' again to you if you do not appease us.
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: Well what is it you want?
RIKER: We want...a new suit!
(They recoil in shock and somehow that piano weeerwoooh heard in the old Star Trek series can be heard as he says it.)
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: A what?
RIKER: Make it so! Make it so!
KNIGHTS: Make it so! Make it so!
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: Please, please! No more! We will find you a new suit.
RIKER: You must return here with a new suit or else you will never pass through this wood with your sanity intact!
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: O officers of Make it so, you are just and fair, and we will return with a new suit.
RIKER: One that looks nice.
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: Of course.
RIKER: And with a cool fade design and lots of pips.
JEAN-LUC ARTHUR: Yes
RIKER: Now...go!
THE TALE OF SIR RIKER
(We see the usual beginning sequence to the deep space nine episodes with the camera swiveling around the space station and stuff.)
O'BRIAN: One day, ensign, all this will be yours!
WESLEY: What the viewports?
O'BRIAN: No, not the viewports, ensign. All that you can see! Stretched out over the stars and quasers of this sector! This will be your sector, lad!
WESLEY: But, Odo--
O'BRIAN: O'Brian, ensign, O'Brian.
WESLEY: But, O'Brian, I don't want any of that.
O'BRIAN: Listen, lad. I've built this space station up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was this wormhole. The Bajorans said I was daft to build a space station near a wormhole, but I built it all the same, just to show 'em. It was sucked into the wormhole. So, I built a second one. That was sucked into the wormhole. So I built a third one. That was scratched up, blown up and then sucked into the wormhole, but the fourth one stayed up! And that's what your going to get, ensign--the strongest space station in this sector.
WESLEY: But I don't want any of that--I'd rather--
O'BRIAN: Rather what!?
WESLEY: I'd rather reconfigure the circuitry on the inertia dampers to be able to draw electromagnetic propulsion from the warp nacelles into a contained magnetic power supplier and to sing...
(Music starts)
O'BRIAN: Stop that, stop that! You're not going into a song while I'm here. Now listen ensign, in twenty minutes you're getting married to a Bajoran whose father owns the biggest plots of open space in this quadrant.
WESLEY: But I don't want space.
O'BRIAN: Listen, William--
WESLEY: Wesley.
O'BRIAN: Wesley. We live near a stinking wormhole. We need all the space we can get.
WESLEY: But I don't like her.
O'BRIAN: Don't like her?! What's wrong with her? She's beautiful, she's rich, she's got a nice...wrinkled nose.
WESLEY: I know, but I want the girl that I marry to have... a certain... special... something.
(Music starts)
O'BRIAN: Cut that out, cut that out! Look, you're marring Princess Babe, so you'd better get used to the idea. (Smacks him) Guards! (Walks over to guards.) Make sure the Ensign doesn't leave this room until I come and get him.
YAR: Not to leave the room even if you come and get him.
WORF: Hic!
O'BRIAN: No, no. Until I come and get him.
YAR: Until you come and get him, we're not to enter the room.
O'BRIAN: No, no, no. You stay in the room and make sure he doesn't leave.
YAR: And you'll come and get him.
WORF: Hic!
O'BRIAN: Right.
YAR: We don't need to do anything, apart from just stop him entering the room.
O'BRIAN: No, no. Leaving the room.
YAR: Leaving the room, yes.
O'BRIAN: All right?
YAR: Right. Oh, if-if, uh, if-if-if, uh, if-if-if we...
O'BRIAN: Yes what is it?
YAR: Oh, if-if, oh--
O'BRIAN: Look, it's quite simple.
YAR: Uh...
O'BRIAN: You just stay here, and make sure he doesn't leave the room. All right?
WORF: Hic!
O'BRIAN: Right.
YAR: Oh, I remember. Uh, can he leave the room with us?
O'BRIAN: No. No no no. You just keep him in here, and make sure...
YAR: Oh, yes, we'll keep him n here, obviously. But if he had to leave and we were with him...
O'BRIAN: No, no, just keep him in here...
YAR: Until you or anyone else...
O'BRIAN: No, not anyone else, just me...
YAR: Just you.
WORF: Hic!
O'BRIAN: Get back.
YAR: Get back.
O'BRIAN: Right?
YAR: Right, we'll stay here until you get back.
O'BRIAN: And, uh, make sure he doesn't leave.
YAR: What?
O'BRIAN: Make sure he doesn't leave.
YAR: The ensign?
O'BRIAN: Yes, make sure he doesn't leave.
YAR: Oh, yes, of course. I thought you meant him. (Points to Worf.) You know, it seemed a little crazy, having to guard him when he's a security officer.
O'BRIAN: Is that clear?
WORF: Hic!
YAR: Oh, quite clear, no problems.
O'BRIAN: Right.
(O'Brian starts out the door and the two guards follow him.)
O'BRIAN: Where are you going?
YAR: We're coming with you.
O'BRIAN: No no, I want you to stay here and make sure he doesn't leave.
YAR: Oh, I see. Right.
WESLEY: But, O'Brian!
O'BRIAN: Shut your noise, you! And get that suit on!
(Music starts up and Wesley is about to sing!
O'BRIAN: And no singing!
WORF: Hic!
O'BRIAN: Oh, go get a glass of water!
(Wesley sits down to sulk for a moment and then suddenly he gets back up with an idea. In no time he reconfigured the communications system by accessing a panel and hacking into the main drive. He sent a coded signal. Yar watched as he did this but she just smiled at him. She knew what her job was and this wasn't part of it.)
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