Disclaimer: Unfortunately none of this belongs to me.
A/N: This story probably sucks, but I don't know because I wrote it. Flames are absolutely welcome as well as constructive criticism. Of course I probably spelled that wrong, but you know, I try. Anyway, I think I'll just finish now because my math teacher has another assignment for me.
Chapter 1 - Filibuster Fireworks!?!
It was early morning on the Enterprise. Or at least, what qualified for early morning in deep space.
Counselor Deanna Troi was still sleeping, lightly and peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her waist - length chocolate ringlets were, at the moment, pulled back into a loose braid. Her thin, pale figure, covered partway by a revealing, blue, silk nightgown, was shaking underneath her flannel sheets and covers. And then she screamed.
On the bridge, Captain Jean - Luc Picard, Commander William Riker, and Commander Data were conversing about a recent trip to Andromeda III, a regular paradise, going through a ravaging civil war. The three men were a striking contrast to each other.
Jean - Luc, a fair, bald man, was about 5"10, with a very definitive face. (A/N: Just think Patrick Stewart.) Will was about 6"1 with a full head of dark, brown hair, a boyish face, and soulful brown eyes. Data, an android, was exactly 5"11, with incredibly pale techno - organic skin, tawny techno - organic hair, and yellowish bio - eyes. They were talking about the planet's ecosystem when they heard an ear - piercing scream.
Immediately, all the bridge personnel sprang into action, some trying to discern where the scream had come from, others trying to assemble security teams, just in case. Will pressed his comm.-badge, saying, "Riker to Crusher. Assemble a medical team and stand by."
Beverly Crusher, the doctor, had been going over the ship's medical files when Will contacted her. She replied and set to work. Soon another message came. "Riker to Crusher. Get your team and meet the Captain and I outside Deanna's room."
"Understood. I'll be there in two seconds, Will."
"Thanks, Beverly."
When Will and Jean - Luc got to Deanna's room, they found Beverly waiting for them. Her tall, lithe figure never stopped moving, her strawberry - blonde hair bouncing as she chatted anxiously with her assistant medics. Seeing them approaching, she bounded up, full of questions. "What's wrong with Deanna?" she asked nervously.
"We're not sure," answered the Captain.
"We heard someone scream," added Will, "and isolated it to have come from Deanna's room."
Beverly slowly nodded. Will motioned to the door and the slowly filed in. Someone, no one was quite sure who, gasped at the sight that greeted them.
Deanna was lying on the bed; her hair had fallen out of the braid. She looked confused and afraid, breathing heavily. Will, her best friend, rushed over to her, sat down, held her close, and stroked her hair. Beverly grabbed a tricorder and started checking for anything suspicious. Jean - Luc, however, stood frozen, unsure of what to do now that the ship's pillar of strength - their counselor- was so afraid.
After a moment, Deanna separated herself from Will and motioned to Jean - Luc and Beverly to come sit. "I don't know what made me scream", Deanna said shakily, "I just know that I've never been more terrified in my life."
A few seconds later, there was a blinding flash of light. When it cleared and the officers could see again, there were 11 people sitting on Deanna's floor.
Two of them, stocky boys with blazing red hair, who looked as if they might be twins, jumped up. The one closest to Jean - Luc shouted incredulously, "Where in the world of Filibuster Fireworks are we?!"
And Jean - Luc, confused, afraid, and very much distraught, uttered the only sentence that made sense to him at the time. "Filibuster Fireworks?!?!"