CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Captain Picard emerged onto the bridge and was saluted as everyone rose from his or her seats. "Well, that was over too quickly for my liking, he sort of just gave up in the end. Never mind, at least he has been taken care of once and for all." Picard said as he moved down to the command area and took his seat when Troi moved away from it.
"It was quite entertaining though, Captain. The sound effects were truly brilliant." She told him, after having watched from the main view screen.
"The Enterprise is moving into position and holding, sir." An ensign at helm reported.
"On screen." Picard snapped. The view screen became filled with the sleek shape of the Enterprise from the parallel universe. Picard looked at it. "It looks stupid, the design is all wrong. Their warp nacelles are far too short and positioned too low. It makes you wonder how that thing can go to warp."
"It is certainly not a ship built for war. This should be easy, Captain." Troi said looking at the view screen and smiling at what she saw there.
"We shall see, Counsellor. Hail Reval, Mr. Worf. I want to speak with him."
Worf worked his console for a second. "Aye, sir. Channel open."
"Captain Picard to Reval. Transmit on visual." Picard waited for the message to be received.
"Captain, incoming message from the other Enterprise they are transmitting on visual." Worf said working his console.
"Reval, you know what to do. Everyone else in the conference lounge, we will monitor from there." Picard instructed.
"Aye, sir." Reval took up the center seat and all of the bridge crew made their way into the conference lounge, soon Reval was by himself on the bridge once again. "Computer, put the incoming message on screen and transmit visually back."
"Working," the computer replied calmly. Soon Reval was talking to Captain Picard on the other ship.
"Reval, good to see you again. Is everything secure at your end?"
"Yes, Captain. I am awaiting your next orders." Reval told him.
"Data will beam over and help you secure things further. He will bring your orders. See that you carry them out efficiently and I will make you a bridge officer on my ship."
"Thank you, captain. I will await the arrival of Commander Data."
"He will beam over in twenty minutes. Picard out." With that the channel closed.
The crew personnel and bridge officers exited the conference lounge. "Excellent, Reval. Now we don't need to worry about how to get Data back since he's coming straight to us. Right, when Data beams over here we will have to apprehend him. Mr. Worf, take a security team to transporter room three and wait for him." Picard turned to Reval. "Reval, when they ask for co-ordinates give them the ones for transporter room three. The rest of us will wait and see what happens. Picard sat down in his command chair. "Picard to Counsellor Troi." He said tapping his comm badge.
"Troi here. Go ahead, Captain."
"Counsellor. Where is our extra Wesley Crusher?" Picard asked, he had a plan as to what to do with him.
"He's with a security guard in ten forward, Captain. Why?"
"He's going to have to go back to his own ship. I want you to tell him. Data will be beaming over soon and Wesley should be ready to beam back over simultaneously."
"Aye, Captain. I'll go and find him now but I doubt he will be pleased about your decision."
"He doesn't belong in this universe, Counsellor. He has to go back where he came from." Picard told her.
"Aye, sir. Troi out."
Back aboard the Enterprise ICC 1701-D, Captain Picard and Counsellor Troi sat on the bridge. Troi stood up and swayed slightly, feeling very dizzy all of a sudden. She felt a sort of burning sensation in her chest and she fell to the floor. Picard stood up as Broad approached him. "Captain. What have you done to her?" Broad demanded as he took out his phaser.
"Nothing. Get the doctor up here!" Picard bellowed. Broad lifted his phaser up and aimed it at the captain. Detaith started towards the captain to defend him but Picard was quicker. He lashed out with his fist, knocking Broad flying, just as a powerful beam came lancing out of the phaser. The phaser-beam skimmed Picard's tunic top, and a scorch mark appeared again, just above where the other phaser beam from La Forge had hit him. "Someone get the doctor!" Picard shouted again as he saw Troi go into a series of spasms on the floor, her breathing was becoming erratic.
Picard looked at his uniform top and back to Broad, he kicked the lieutenant hard in the face several times with a heavy boot. "This is the second uniform that has been ruined by a phaser. Detaith, get that out of here!" Detaith picked up the lieutenant's body and handed it to Rice- who was just going off duty.
"Take him to the brig, Rice. I'll be down later to see him. No-one gets away with trying to kill the captain aboard this ship!" Detaith bellowed to everyone on the bridge warning them all.
Picard reached down to see if Deanna was all right. "What was that Dr. Crusher had said? If you ever got another woman and went off me, she had better not get sick..." Picard became visibly irate as he realized that Dr. Crusher had given her one of her tailored viruses, probably one of the more painful one's as well. Just then the turbolift doors opened and Dr. Crusher exited slowly, carrying a med-kit.
"Yes, Jean-Luc? I was sent for, is someone ill?" She asked totally uncompassionate. Picard stood up from Deanna and moved over to Beverly.
"Deanna is on the floor over there."
Crusher looked past him and smiled. "Yes, so she is," she nodded in agreement.
"Help her then!" Picard shouted angrily at her dismissive attitude.
"Why, Jean-Luc? There isn't anything that I can do for her. There is no cure for the virus she has. She must have been feeling ill for quite sometime I should imagine, it seems to be in its latter stages. She'll not last much longer."
"Help her!" He bellowed again.
"I heard you the first time, Jean-Luc. There is no need to shout." She responded trying to remain as calm as possible, she had not seen him show this much anger towards her before.
"Well get to work and help her. That is a direct order, Dr. Crusher."
"No. I won't help her." She said quietly but with a determined attitude.
"Are you disobeying a direct order?" He stared at her challengingly.
"Yes, I suppose I am. After all, there is nothing for me to live for now. I have been prepared for death for a while now. Watching her die first though, was what I was waiting for. It seems I have had that wish granted for me at least, I am happy now." Picard looked around and saw Deanna take her last breath. He turned back to Beverly and began walking measured steps towards her, backing her up.
"You will pay for that." He lashed out with the palm of his hand, hitting her squarely on the chin and forcing her head up in a sharp manoeuvre. She tripped over the wishbone railing that separated the command area from tactical and landed face up on the floor with a thud. She was dead before she hit the floor; Picard had whacked her with such force. He looked down at her open eyes and the look of content on her face. "I really did love you, Beverly." He said more to himself, then moved away full of rage and grief. "What is this!" he bellowed. "We are slowly turning into a ship of corpses. First Command Riker, then Ensign Crusher, then Commander La Forge, Lieutenant Broad, Counsellor Troi and now Beverly. No one else disobey me, I will not hesitate to show my wrath! Get these bodies out of here." Picard sat back in his command chair with the only other senior officer left on his ship- Commander Data.
"Commander, I want five androids up here to take the positions of the dead crewmembers, see that they are given all of the information they need in order to carry out each of their jobs. I want them at their duty stations within the hour."
"Aye, sir." Data said as he left and went to tell Lieutenant Commander Hessan in engineering.
Wesley Crusher and his guard left ten forward and headed down the corridor. "What is your name anyway?" Wesley asked his guard.
"Lieutenant Martin Rice."
"Rice... I know that name. Oh, you're my captain's deputy chief bodyguard. I thought I had seen you before."
Troi came walking towards Wesley and Rice. "Wesley, I have some good news for you... I think. You are to be sent back to your own ship, you'll be able to see your mother again." Troi smiled at him, trying to make it sound like a good idea though she knew he would not like it.
Wesley looked devastated. "I don't want to go back, Counsellor. I like it better here; I like this crew better. I won't go!" He shouted at her, rage filling him again as he spoke.
"Wes it's been decided by the captain, he..." She erected her mental shields as quickly as possible as the intensity of Wesley's rage became more forceful.
"So, yet again my life is in that man's hands. Well I won't let him decide what's best for me." Wesley snarled and ran off down the corridor, leaving his guard and Troi standing and staring in disbelief. He was going to change the captain's mind so he could stay.
The counterpart approached the turbolift at the end of the corridor and waited for it. The 'lift arrived and he rushed onto it, one other person was in the 'lift and they both stared at each other. It was the other Wesley Crusher- the one that belonged in this universe. "Bridge," said the counterpart. "Is that where you're headed?"
"Yes," Wesley replied it was like talking to your self in the mirror except that the mirror was talking back. They proceeded a short distance. "Are you okay? I thought you were supposed to be accompanied by a guard?" The real Wesley asked the counterpart. The counterpart looked very agitated, then it came to him that if he could convince the captain that this other Wesley was the counterpart, he would be sent back instead and his problem would be solved.
The counterpart grabbed Wesley in a headlock and held him there. "Do as I say and I'll let you live. Got it?" Wesley nodded his head frantically. The doors opened at the bridge and both Wesley's got out. The counterpart still had his copy in a headlock and they walked uneasily down the ramp towards the captain. "Captain, my counterpart stole my uniform and was trying to pass as me, I managed to catch him running away from his security guard." Riker stood up from his seat as Counsellor Troi and Lieutenant Rice both bounded onto the bridge a few seconds later.
"Captain, don't listen to him. He's the counterpart not the real Wesley." Rice approached with his phaser drawn; the counterpart threw the other Wesley into the guard and grabbed his phaser off him.
"I'm not going back!" He shouted at the captain while pointing the phaser at him. "You can't make me, I'm sick of people trying to run my life, especially you. I hate you so much! I have so much anger built up inside of me I feel like I'm going to explode; I just can't take it anymore! I wind up here on a different Enterprise with you in command, not the captain I'm used to but perhaps I should kill you anyway, for the hell of it?" He paused, swallowed and thought for a second, "or maybe not." He was nervous and crying with the pain of the memories that were finally re- surfacing after all of these years. About his father and the cold blooded way in which Picard had murdered him, and leaving him with no father and an uncaring mother to look after him. He adjusted the controls on the phaser unit to the highest setting and aimed it at himself. Tears rolled down his face, as he became more emotionally unstable by the second.
"Wesley, I'm sure we can talk about this rationally. Put the phaser down." Picard said as he moved towards the boy with his hands up in surrender.
"Captain, watch yourself." Riker said moving towards him. Picard stopped Riker from coming any closer by putting his hand in front of him. The last thing Wesley needed was to be provoked right now.
"That is all you people seem to want to do, talk. I don't know how you all survived this long; you would have been dead by now in my universe. Not to worry."
"No, Wesley, don't!" The counsellor screamed, as the counterpart Wesley Crusher pushed the real Wesley- who was only a few feet away, into Picard and fired at himself. Everyone shielded their eyes from the intense light that came from the phaser. The counterpart's head exploded under the impact of the phaser and brains and entrails went flying across the bridge floor, and vaporizing under the extreme heat of the intense energy beam Wesley was no more. The real Wesley Crusher was so overwhelmed with the actions of the counterpart; he fainted and fell to the floor. Picard and everyone else looked shocked; no one spoke for a few moments after.
Picard broke the silence. "Em... Counsellor... Will you take Wesley to sickbay please." Of course he meant their Wesley, the other Wesley had been vaporized and all that was left of him was a scorch mark on the floor of the bridge. Picard sat down trying to re-establish his bearings, nothing had ever happened like this aboard a starship before and he wondered how he would write a report on it, unfortunately that was the least of his worries for now.
Everyone was back in their normal seats on the bridge, Reval sat to one side and another officer had taken the ops position. A message came in from the other ship, forcing Picard's mind to refocus on the matter at hand. The other ship was requesting co-ordinates so that Data could beam aboard.
In engineering, Geordi had finished his work on the energy transfer modules. They would be linked up to the main deflector dish in no time, so he had sent Wesley with a report to give to the captain. Picard's voice came over the comm system asking for a report. "Captain, everything is fully functional down here. We're just finishing the link-up now and then the new weapon will be on-line. Has Wesley not brought the report up to you yet? I sent him off with it about ten minute ago." Geordi asked a little worried.
"I shall inform you when you come up to the bridge. Thank you, Mr. La Forge, Picard out." Geordi finished the link-up and then went off to the bridge to tell the captain- and then to monitor from the engineering station up there. He wondered what the captain had to tell him.
La Forge would need to be in constant contact with Worf incase anything went wrong with the deflector weapon. If it did go wrong, they themselves would all be blown sky high, and that thought didn't please the chief engineer at all.
When Geordi got up to the bridge there was a funny smell in the air, a sort of burning scent. He looked down and saw the burn mark on the floor. "Wow! What happened up here?"
"Our counterpart Wesley Crusher blasted himself to bits with a phaser." Picard informed the engineer as he looked over the railing from the back of the bridge.
"Oh, so that's why you didn't get my report. Where is our Wesley anyway?" He asked a bit concerned.
"He collapsed and is in sickbay." Riker said turning to speak to Geordi. La Forge moved over to his console and transferred the controls up to the bridge.
The Imperial class starship Enterprise hailed the Galaxy class starship Enterprise again, asking for co-ordinates to be sent so that Data could beam over.
Captain Picard got up out of his seat and instructed the ensign at tactical to transmit the co-ordinates of transporter room three. "Commander Riker you have the bridge. Commander La Forge it seems that you will be needed in engineering to sort out Mr. Data, don't worry we won't fire until you're back up on the bridge." Geordi nodded and left for engineering again.
Picard met the security team in the transporter room to wait for Commander Data to beam over. He instructed Chief O'Brien to energize. Commander Data appeared before them, truly startled at the fact that his former shipmates were greeting him and not Reval.
"Are you happy to see me again then, Captain?" He cursed as he stepped off the transporter platform.
"Yes, Data. Indeed we are." Picard said sincerely to him.
"I thought you would be feeling guilty after what you did to me." Data said slowly stepping a bit closer to the captain. "I do not know why I am so surprised to see you really; you are capable of many deceitful things, Captain. I suppose you found out our plan then? Not to worry, you will still be destroyed whether I am on board or not." The security officers restrained Data.
"I don't know what they've programmed you with, Commander but it is not the truth. We'll take you to engineering and get you sorted out." Data began to struggle but Worf moved behind him and flicked his off switch. The android slumped but the guards grabbed him before he fell to the floor.
They all went off to engineering to get the android's programming put back to normal. Worf went back up to the bridge after Picard had told him of the incident with the counterpart Wesley Crusher, he thought he should be up there incase anything else should happen.
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Captain Picard emerged onto the bridge and was saluted as everyone rose from his or her seats. "Well, that was over too quickly for my liking, he sort of just gave up in the end. Never mind, at least he has been taken care of once and for all." Picard said as he moved down to the command area and took his seat when Troi moved away from it.
"It was quite entertaining though, Captain. The sound effects were truly brilliant." She told him, after having watched from the main view screen.
"The Enterprise is moving into position and holding, sir." An ensign at helm reported.
"On screen." Picard snapped. The view screen became filled with the sleek shape of the Enterprise from the parallel universe. Picard looked at it. "It looks stupid, the design is all wrong. Their warp nacelles are far too short and positioned too low. It makes you wonder how that thing can go to warp."
"It is certainly not a ship built for war. This should be easy, Captain." Troi said looking at the view screen and smiling at what she saw there.
"We shall see, Counsellor. Hail Reval, Mr. Worf. I want to speak with him."
Worf worked his console for a second. "Aye, sir. Channel open."
"Captain Picard to Reval. Transmit on visual." Picard waited for the message to be received.
"Captain, incoming message from the other Enterprise they are transmitting on visual." Worf said working his console.
"Reval, you know what to do. Everyone else in the conference lounge, we will monitor from there." Picard instructed.
"Aye, sir." Reval took up the center seat and all of the bridge crew made their way into the conference lounge, soon Reval was by himself on the bridge once again. "Computer, put the incoming message on screen and transmit visually back."
"Working," the computer replied calmly. Soon Reval was talking to Captain Picard on the other ship.
"Reval, good to see you again. Is everything secure at your end?"
"Yes, Captain. I am awaiting your next orders." Reval told him.
"Data will beam over and help you secure things further. He will bring your orders. See that you carry them out efficiently and I will make you a bridge officer on my ship."
"Thank you, captain. I will await the arrival of Commander Data."
"He will beam over in twenty minutes. Picard out." With that the channel closed.
The crew personnel and bridge officers exited the conference lounge. "Excellent, Reval. Now we don't need to worry about how to get Data back since he's coming straight to us. Right, when Data beams over here we will have to apprehend him. Mr. Worf, take a security team to transporter room three and wait for him." Picard turned to Reval. "Reval, when they ask for co-ordinates give them the ones for transporter room three. The rest of us will wait and see what happens. Picard sat down in his command chair. "Picard to Counsellor Troi." He said tapping his comm badge.
"Troi here. Go ahead, Captain."
"Counsellor. Where is our extra Wesley Crusher?" Picard asked, he had a plan as to what to do with him.
"He's with a security guard in ten forward, Captain. Why?"
"He's going to have to go back to his own ship. I want you to tell him. Data will be beaming over soon and Wesley should be ready to beam back over simultaneously."
"Aye, Captain. I'll go and find him now but I doubt he will be pleased about your decision."
"He doesn't belong in this universe, Counsellor. He has to go back where he came from." Picard told her.
"Aye, sir. Troi out."
Back aboard the Enterprise ICC 1701-D, Captain Picard and Counsellor Troi sat on the bridge. Troi stood up and swayed slightly, feeling very dizzy all of a sudden. She felt a sort of burning sensation in her chest and she fell to the floor. Picard stood up as Broad approached him. "Captain. What have you done to her?" Broad demanded as he took out his phaser.
"Nothing. Get the doctor up here!" Picard bellowed. Broad lifted his phaser up and aimed it at the captain. Detaith started towards the captain to defend him but Picard was quicker. He lashed out with his fist, knocking Broad flying, just as a powerful beam came lancing out of the phaser. The phaser-beam skimmed Picard's tunic top, and a scorch mark appeared again, just above where the other phaser beam from La Forge had hit him. "Someone get the doctor!" Picard shouted again as he saw Troi go into a series of spasms on the floor, her breathing was becoming erratic.
Picard looked at his uniform top and back to Broad, he kicked the lieutenant hard in the face several times with a heavy boot. "This is the second uniform that has been ruined by a phaser. Detaith, get that out of here!" Detaith picked up the lieutenant's body and handed it to Rice- who was just going off duty.
"Take him to the brig, Rice. I'll be down later to see him. No-one gets away with trying to kill the captain aboard this ship!" Detaith bellowed to everyone on the bridge warning them all.
Picard reached down to see if Deanna was all right. "What was that Dr. Crusher had said? If you ever got another woman and went off me, she had better not get sick..." Picard became visibly irate as he realized that Dr. Crusher had given her one of her tailored viruses, probably one of the more painful one's as well. Just then the turbolift doors opened and Dr. Crusher exited slowly, carrying a med-kit.
"Yes, Jean-Luc? I was sent for, is someone ill?" She asked totally uncompassionate. Picard stood up from Deanna and moved over to Beverly.
"Deanna is on the floor over there."
Crusher looked past him and smiled. "Yes, so she is," she nodded in agreement.
"Help her then!" Picard shouted angrily at her dismissive attitude.
"Why, Jean-Luc? There isn't anything that I can do for her. There is no cure for the virus she has. She must have been feeling ill for quite sometime I should imagine, it seems to be in its latter stages. She'll not last much longer."
"Help her!" He bellowed again.
"I heard you the first time, Jean-Luc. There is no need to shout." She responded trying to remain as calm as possible, she had not seen him show this much anger towards her before.
"Well get to work and help her. That is a direct order, Dr. Crusher."
"No. I won't help her." She said quietly but with a determined attitude.
"Are you disobeying a direct order?" He stared at her challengingly.
"Yes, I suppose I am. After all, there is nothing for me to live for now. I have been prepared for death for a while now. Watching her die first though, was what I was waiting for. It seems I have had that wish granted for me at least, I am happy now." Picard looked around and saw Deanna take her last breath. He turned back to Beverly and began walking measured steps towards her, backing her up.
"You will pay for that." He lashed out with the palm of his hand, hitting her squarely on the chin and forcing her head up in a sharp manoeuvre. She tripped over the wishbone railing that separated the command area from tactical and landed face up on the floor with a thud. She was dead before she hit the floor; Picard had whacked her with such force. He looked down at her open eyes and the look of content on her face. "I really did love you, Beverly." He said more to himself, then moved away full of rage and grief. "What is this!" he bellowed. "We are slowly turning into a ship of corpses. First Command Riker, then Ensign Crusher, then Commander La Forge, Lieutenant Broad, Counsellor Troi and now Beverly. No one else disobey me, I will not hesitate to show my wrath! Get these bodies out of here." Picard sat back in his command chair with the only other senior officer left on his ship- Commander Data.
"Commander, I want five androids up here to take the positions of the dead crewmembers, see that they are given all of the information they need in order to carry out each of their jobs. I want them at their duty stations within the hour."
"Aye, sir." Data said as he left and went to tell Lieutenant Commander Hessan in engineering.
Wesley Crusher and his guard left ten forward and headed down the corridor. "What is your name anyway?" Wesley asked his guard.
"Lieutenant Martin Rice."
"Rice... I know that name. Oh, you're my captain's deputy chief bodyguard. I thought I had seen you before."
Troi came walking towards Wesley and Rice. "Wesley, I have some good news for you... I think. You are to be sent back to your own ship, you'll be able to see your mother again." Troi smiled at him, trying to make it sound like a good idea though she knew he would not like it.
Wesley looked devastated. "I don't want to go back, Counsellor. I like it better here; I like this crew better. I won't go!" He shouted at her, rage filling him again as he spoke.
"Wes it's been decided by the captain, he..." She erected her mental shields as quickly as possible as the intensity of Wesley's rage became more forceful.
"So, yet again my life is in that man's hands. Well I won't let him decide what's best for me." Wesley snarled and ran off down the corridor, leaving his guard and Troi standing and staring in disbelief. He was going to change the captain's mind so he could stay.
The counterpart approached the turbolift at the end of the corridor and waited for it. The 'lift arrived and he rushed onto it, one other person was in the 'lift and they both stared at each other. It was the other Wesley Crusher- the one that belonged in this universe. "Bridge," said the counterpart. "Is that where you're headed?"
"Yes," Wesley replied it was like talking to your self in the mirror except that the mirror was talking back. They proceeded a short distance. "Are you okay? I thought you were supposed to be accompanied by a guard?" The real Wesley asked the counterpart. The counterpart looked very agitated, then it came to him that if he could convince the captain that this other Wesley was the counterpart, he would be sent back instead and his problem would be solved.
The counterpart grabbed Wesley in a headlock and held him there. "Do as I say and I'll let you live. Got it?" Wesley nodded his head frantically. The doors opened at the bridge and both Wesley's got out. The counterpart still had his copy in a headlock and they walked uneasily down the ramp towards the captain. "Captain, my counterpart stole my uniform and was trying to pass as me, I managed to catch him running away from his security guard." Riker stood up from his seat as Counsellor Troi and Lieutenant Rice both bounded onto the bridge a few seconds later.
"Captain, don't listen to him. He's the counterpart not the real Wesley." Rice approached with his phaser drawn; the counterpart threw the other Wesley into the guard and grabbed his phaser off him.
"I'm not going back!" He shouted at the captain while pointing the phaser at him. "You can't make me, I'm sick of people trying to run my life, especially you. I hate you so much! I have so much anger built up inside of me I feel like I'm going to explode; I just can't take it anymore! I wind up here on a different Enterprise with you in command, not the captain I'm used to but perhaps I should kill you anyway, for the hell of it?" He paused, swallowed and thought for a second, "or maybe not." He was nervous and crying with the pain of the memories that were finally re- surfacing after all of these years. About his father and the cold blooded way in which Picard had murdered him, and leaving him with no father and an uncaring mother to look after him. He adjusted the controls on the phaser unit to the highest setting and aimed it at himself. Tears rolled down his face, as he became more emotionally unstable by the second.
"Wesley, I'm sure we can talk about this rationally. Put the phaser down." Picard said as he moved towards the boy with his hands up in surrender.
"Captain, watch yourself." Riker said moving towards him. Picard stopped Riker from coming any closer by putting his hand in front of him. The last thing Wesley needed was to be provoked right now.
"That is all you people seem to want to do, talk. I don't know how you all survived this long; you would have been dead by now in my universe. Not to worry."
"No, Wesley, don't!" The counsellor screamed, as the counterpart Wesley Crusher pushed the real Wesley- who was only a few feet away, into Picard and fired at himself. Everyone shielded their eyes from the intense light that came from the phaser. The counterpart's head exploded under the impact of the phaser and brains and entrails went flying across the bridge floor, and vaporizing under the extreme heat of the intense energy beam Wesley was no more. The real Wesley Crusher was so overwhelmed with the actions of the counterpart; he fainted and fell to the floor. Picard and everyone else looked shocked; no one spoke for a few moments after.
Picard broke the silence. "Em... Counsellor... Will you take Wesley to sickbay please." Of course he meant their Wesley, the other Wesley had been vaporized and all that was left of him was a scorch mark on the floor of the bridge. Picard sat down trying to re-establish his bearings, nothing had ever happened like this aboard a starship before and he wondered how he would write a report on it, unfortunately that was the least of his worries for now.
Everyone was back in their normal seats on the bridge, Reval sat to one side and another officer had taken the ops position. A message came in from the other ship, forcing Picard's mind to refocus on the matter at hand. The other ship was requesting co-ordinates so that Data could beam aboard.
In engineering, Geordi had finished his work on the energy transfer modules. They would be linked up to the main deflector dish in no time, so he had sent Wesley with a report to give to the captain. Picard's voice came over the comm system asking for a report. "Captain, everything is fully functional down here. We're just finishing the link-up now and then the new weapon will be on-line. Has Wesley not brought the report up to you yet? I sent him off with it about ten minute ago." Geordi asked a little worried.
"I shall inform you when you come up to the bridge. Thank you, Mr. La Forge, Picard out." Geordi finished the link-up and then went off to the bridge to tell the captain- and then to monitor from the engineering station up there. He wondered what the captain had to tell him.
La Forge would need to be in constant contact with Worf incase anything went wrong with the deflector weapon. If it did go wrong, they themselves would all be blown sky high, and that thought didn't please the chief engineer at all.
When Geordi got up to the bridge there was a funny smell in the air, a sort of burning scent. He looked down and saw the burn mark on the floor. "Wow! What happened up here?"
"Our counterpart Wesley Crusher blasted himself to bits with a phaser." Picard informed the engineer as he looked over the railing from the back of the bridge.
"Oh, so that's why you didn't get my report. Where is our Wesley anyway?" He asked a bit concerned.
"He collapsed and is in sickbay." Riker said turning to speak to Geordi. La Forge moved over to his console and transferred the controls up to the bridge.
The Imperial class starship Enterprise hailed the Galaxy class starship Enterprise again, asking for co-ordinates to be sent so that Data could beam over.
Captain Picard got up out of his seat and instructed the ensign at tactical to transmit the co-ordinates of transporter room three. "Commander Riker you have the bridge. Commander La Forge it seems that you will be needed in engineering to sort out Mr. Data, don't worry we won't fire until you're back up on the bridge." Geordi nodded and left for engineering again.
Picard met the security team in the transporter room to wait for Commander Data to beam over. He instructed Chief O'Brien to energize. Commander Data appeared before them, truly startled at the fact that his former shipmates were greeting him and not Reval.
"Are you happy to see me again then, Captain?" He cursed as he stepped off the transporter platform.
"Yes, Data. Indeed we are." Picard said sincerely to him.
"I thought you would be feeling guilty after what you did to me." Data said slowly stepping a bit closer to the captain. "I do not know why I am so surprised to see you really; you are capable of many deceitful things, Captain. I suppose you found out our plan then? Not to worry, you will still be destroyed whether I am on board or not." The security officers restrained Data.
"I don't know what they've programmed you with, Commander but it is not the truth. We'll take you to engineering and get you sorted out." Data began to struggle but Worf moved behind him and flicked his off switch. The android slumped but the guards grabbed him before he fell to the floor.
They all went off to engineering to get the android's programming put back to normal. Worf went back up to the bridge after Picard had told him of the incident with the counterpart Wesley Crusher, he thought he should be up there incase anything else should happen.
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