Due to a few threats, (And you know who you are) I have posted the next
chapter of Vash meets the Enterprise. But first, a note to the reviewers:
Ariamis Finchwing I: Thank you for being the first reviewer. I just can't believe no one has gone here before. This crossover I mean.
kyee7k: Thanks for your vote of confidence and saying this is excellent.
Magnet-Rose: I thought I might have put in OOC on most everyone. I'm glad that you reassured me that they were inside of reasonable parameters.
Writegirl: The only way to blend any Star Trek/something else crossover, the all-powerful wormhole! It solves most problems.
Night Hunter3: * bows accordingly * I promise to never leave the otaku/trekkies hanging like that again! * has fingers crossed behind back *
Ocelot: Thanks for pointing a couple of things out to me. Watch for an updated chapter two. I will add a few lines to correct the humanoid/human life thingy. As for the distance traveled, ALL-POWERFUL WORMHOLE. They can do anything you want really. As for the Anime and real people thing, I guess either make Vash and company real or Picard and company Anime. Anime Worf hehehehehe.
I. chrisoula winfield: Please don't die!!!! I would be depressed if I lost you. It will continue. That much I can promise. Picard probably won't find out exactly who is on his ship until at least chapter five. Until then the Humanoid Typhoon will be tied up eating doughnuts. (
Now for a short summary of the chapter, Vash comes across as he truly is. A big baby. And then the whole group goes nuts with a replicator. Enjoy!
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Vash looked around as his head began to clear. They were still standing in the same room, but he had never seen any of the equipment being used. As he looked at the two people he noticed before, he took note of what they were wearing. He started by looking at their feet. Noticing the black boots and black pants, he moved up seeing the black and gray shit with an emblem on the left breast. He then looked at their faces.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Vash screamed. While one man looked perfectly normal, the other had large crests running up his forehead.
The rest of Vash's small group looked to see what he was screaming about. Although not as outspoken, the rest of them backed up in fear of what they were seeing.
"Calm down." Came the stern voice of the man with forehead bumps. "My name is Lieutenant Commander Worf. I am the head of Security aboard this ship and I will not tolerate this screaming."
At that Vash immediately quieted down. Meryl was the first of them with anything intellectual to say.
"Please, hand over your weapons." He commanded.
"Alright." Vash reached down and pulled the silver revolver from its holster. Pressing the cylinder release the gun broke and the bullets popped out and he caught all six in the air. He handed the weapon to the Security Chief, which meant Sheriff to Vash. Knives mimicked Vash as he pulled his black revolver out. Work took both weapons and handed tem to the other man. He then looked towards Milly and Meryl.
"What are you?" She asked as she stood behind Vash and shielded her daughter.
"I am a Klingon." Worf replied as if they should know what that meant. "The Captain will be here momentarily."
"Captain?" Knives responded. And if to answer his question the doors to their right slid apart and another man walked through. He wore the same clothes but he was a human being, and bald at that.
"I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Welcome aboard the Enterprise." He said nonchalantly. "If you don't mind, we would like to take you all down to sickbay to make sure you are alright. Then, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you all some questions." His demeanor carried authority with it.
"Sickbay? We are not sick Captain." Milly responded. Of all the people present, she seemed the most relaxed.
"It is our medical facilities. We just want to make sure you're in good health." Picard added with a smile. He turned to the Klingon. "Mr. Worf, would you escort them down to sickbay? Notify me when they are finished."
"Aye sir. Follow me." The Klingon commanded. He began to walk out towards the doors as they opened to let him through. He stopped in the middle of the entryway to wait for them.
Vash was having trouble getting over the fact that he had finally seen, besides the plants and humans on Gunsmoke, an actual alien. Although peace- loving, his right hand began to inch towards the silver revolver at his side. 'I will protect my family.' Vash thought as he reluctantly followed the Klingon named Worf. Knives, Meryl, Milly, and Rem al followed closely behind Vash and Worf as they were led through the Enterprise.
In sickbay, Vash was reluctant to let any doctor near him. Milly had been the first to be examined. The doctor used a gray-boxed object that opened up and a small cylinder, no bigger than his thumb, to examine her. Meryl was currently being examined while Vash and Knives were standing in bewilderment at the level of medical technology that this ship had.
"Ok that's it," the woman, they found out was Nurse Alyssa Ogawa, set the small box down after closing it. "You're perfectly healthy for a woman who is seven weeks pregnant." She stated.
"Pregnant? Who says she's pregnant?" Vash started to ask.
"I was waiting for the right time to tell you Vash. I guess it would be now." Meryl responded. She knew she shouldn't have kept it from him for so long.
"Mr. Knives is it? Please have a seat." Nurse Ogawa asked while Vash was sorting out that he now had another child on the way.
"Alright," Knives responded. 'I hope it doesn't scare these humans when they find out I'm different.' He thought as he set on the bed where Meryl had once been.
"This will only take a minute," Ogawa started as she ran the cylinder back and forth across his face and down his upper body. "That's odd." She said with a changing expression.
"What is it?" Worf asked as he stepped forward.
"According to this, this man is 136 years old. That isn't right for a human." Ogawa responded.
'Might as well explain it.' Knives thought as he chose his words carefully. "Vash and I are a different species called Plants." 'If this goes how telling any other human does we are about to be feared and hated.'
"It doesn't match anything I have heard of." Worf proclaimed.
"I will just log it as a new species. We never get the chance to have two specimens to study, let alone question." Ogawa responded. "You're done, but I would like to run some more tests if you don't mind."
"Huh?" Knives' jaw dropped when he seen their response to him proclaiming his difference. Regaining his composure he answered her question. "What do they involve?"
"Just a blood and tissue sample, a physical, and a few other tests. Nothing out of the ordinary." Ogawa responded. "Mr. Vash, your turn."
"What? Me? Knives is my twin, so just copy his over for mine." Vash began backing away from the nurse.
"I have to make a separate log for each of you." Ogawa informed him.
"You baby. The rest of the 'adults' did it. Set an example for your daughter, Broom head." Meryl added clenching her fist.
"Ok. Ok. I'll do it." Vash agreed knowing that he was about to receive a hit to the head from his 'loving' wife.
"This won't hurt at all. I promise." Ogawa stated. As she progressed through the scan, her face changed expression as she read the readout. "What has happened to you? I'm reading heavy scar tissue, multiple metal implants, and a prosthetic left arm with a weapon inside."
The last part made Worf reach to his belt and pull a small black tube that was bent in the center out.
"I won't hurt anybody. I don't like pain. Besides, I am obviously at a disadvantage." Vash started trying to keep the Klingon from collecting on the 'dead' part of his bounty.
"I told you not to have it put back on." Meryl reprimanded.
"It kept me alive a few times. Besides, it felt odd not having it there." Vash replied with one of his smiles.
"I'd like you to come in with your brother, Mr. Vash. I haven't seen a prosthetic arm like this before." Ogawa asked. She was obviously curious about Vash's left arm. "Next is you, Miss." she trailed off at the loss of Rem's name.
"Rem!" The child responded happily.
"Ok, Rem, Just sit right here. I'm going to do the same thing as I did to your parents. Ok." Ogawa said as she pulled the small cylinder up.
Rem turned toward her mother. "It's ok sweetie. She just wants to make sure that you're Ok." Meryl responded to her nervous child. 'I was just as nervous as she is.' Meryl thought as Nurse Ogawa ran the cylinder across Rem's body.
"Interesting. She is a cross between the Plants and human. It's remarkable. She is quite an extraordinary little girl." Ogawa added with amusement. "Ok Rem, I'm done. You can jump down now."
Rem hopped off of the bed and stepped over to stand by her mother.
"I'm done here Mr. Worf. They are all as healthy as I can tell." Ogawa added as she turned to go into the medical office.
Worf tapped the emblem on his chest. "Worf to bridge. We are finished in Sickbay." He spoke to apparently no one.
Vash, Knives, Meryl, Milly, and Rem all jumped when Picard's voice came out of nowhere. "Very good. Show them to guest quarters. I will meet them there. Picard out."
Worf turned to the small, frightened group. "Please follow me." He started out of the doors with all of them in tow.
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After looking over the medical logs, Picard started walking towards the guest quarters on deck 5. As he approached the door, he quickly remembered how many times he had initiated first contact with other people. He reached down ad touched the pad by the door to signal his arrival, forgetting that his guests were not accustomed to this level of technology.
Picard could here the voices from the other side of the door. Although muffled, he could tell what they were saying.
"What the hell is that?" One yelled. It seemed high pitched, but not a feminine voice.
"I don't know. Maybe it's a communication thing, like on the SEEDS ship." A different male voice responded.
At that, Picard walked into the door and it slid open. He noticed the two men standing, the one with spiked up blonde hair was holding his head in what appeared to be a panic attack. The shorter woman with black hair noticed him first and stood up.
"Captain, umm." She started.
"Jean-Luc Picard," He offered.
"Right, I am Meryl Stryfe," She began then pointing at each of the people with her. "This is Milly Thompson, my daughter Rem, my husband Vash, and his brother Knives."
"Pleased to meet you all." Picard responded.
"Captain," Knives began. "Thank you for saving us."
"I'm just glad we were in the neighborhood. Tell me," Picard thought it was time to get down to business. "How may of your crashed ships still function?"
"None of them." Vash answered.
"I see. Where did the shuttle come from then?"
"I found it in a hangar bay on a ship outside of January. I thought it was still capable of space flight." Knives explained.
"Then the rest of your people do not have space travel abilities?" Picard asked again.
"We did? But then the ships crashed into the planet 135 years ago. The humans scrapped them to make shelters and started using the Plants to survive. Knives and myself are the only one's left from the original crash survivors." Vash started trying to cover the fact that Knives was responsible for it.
"Were those ships warp capable?" Picard asked.
"Huh? What is warp capable? The ships were powered by Plants." Knives responded. He was confused at the apparent lack of knowledge about the Plants. "Doesn't your ship use them?"
It was Picard's turn to be confused. "What type of plant are you talking about? We use fusion plants and a warp core."
"Fusion Plants? Warp core?" Meryl started. She was even more confused than Vash and Captain Picard.
"I see that we have much to discuss. I would like you all to rest. You have been through a traumatic set of events. I will meet with you all tomorrow in the briefing room." Picard stood up straightening his uniform. "Did Mr. Worf explain the basic functions in the room?"
"Yes, but I do have a question." Vash started. Meryl knew full well what he was going to ask.
"Yes anything," Picard replied.
"How many doughnuts can the replicator make?" Vash put his hands together and slightly hunched over.
"I don't know. I suppose as many as you could ever want. Why?" Picard asked trying to grasp why this man was asking about doughnuts at a time like this.
Vash's eyes went wide and started to tear up. He had never heard such good news in his entire life.
"I'll keep him reasonable Captain." Meryl said as she walked to her husband. "We will see you tomorrow." She finished as she turned her back to him facing her husband.
"I will send a security officer down to escort you all there." With that, Picard turned towards the door and walked through it. As it closed behind him, Meryl hit Vash solidly in the head.
"Oww. What was that for?" Vash started. He was so entranced with the thought of limitless doughnuts that he didn't comprehend why his wife would hit him.
"You are not going to drain this ship of its supply of doughnuts!" She yelled at him. She walked over to the small outlet that Worf had called the replicator. Remember the instructions, she gave it a try. "Coffee." She said.
"Specify flavor, temperature and additives." The female voice asked. Meryl nearly jumped out of her skin when it talked to her. 'It was bad enough to talk to it, but when it asked me a question,' she began to think frantically. After regaining her composure, she stepped back towards it. "Regular, hot coffee with a bowl of sugar on the side." 'I hope that was enough.' She thought as she finished her statement.
The small alcove started to glow softly and a cup, saucer, and small bowl suddenly appeared. Being cautious, Meryl reached in and grabbed the saucer to bring the cup out along with the bowl setting them on the table in the middle of their room.
The rest of her company stared wide-eyed as she carefully took a sip of the coffee. After that, she licked her finger and stuck it into the bowl coating it with sugar. She tasted it and began to smile.
"What does it taste like?" Rem asked. Apparently she was the only one who could speak.
"It tastes perfect! The coffee and the sugar!" Meryl picked up the small spoon that was in the sugar bowl and scooped some into her coffee. After stirring the sugar in, she tasted the coffee again. "It tastes like it was fresh brewed! I can't believe it!"
Milly and Vash both darted over to the replicator. Vash won the little race and got to order first. "I want a dozen, double chocolate frosted, chocolate doughnuts with rainbow sprinkles and raspberry jelly filled!" He shouted. After his order appeared, he immediately stuffed a whole doughnut into his mouth, swallowing it after chewing for just a few seconds. He grabbed the plate and headed over to the table where Meryl was. "It works Beautifully! I could live in here!" He exclaimed.
Milly looked at the alcove and hoped it would do the same for her. "Umm, I want pudding." She asked timidly. She was still not completely comfortable with it.
"What flavor?" The computer voice called back. Although not as shocking as with Meryl, it still made her jump a bit.
"What flavors are there?" She asked. She didn't expect it to respond to her.
"Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, banana, ." The computer started. With each flavor, Milly's eyes became bigger and brighter until she couldn't smile any wider. She restrained herself from ordering all of them.
"Give me three vanillas and three chocolates." She responded. The pudding appeared in bowls that were much larger than she expected. Gathering them all up she bounced over to the table and set them down.
Rem had sat down next to her father and started eating his doughnuts. Knives just looked at his brother and Milly. "I'm not hungry right now." He walked over to the small couch and sat down.
"I could get used to this life," Meryl said as each of them enjoyed their little meal.
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On Gunsmoke, Riker had settled into the small room. 'For an Old west setting, this room is nice.' He thought as he gazed at the various objects in his room. He had the Enterprise beam down a few changes of cloths. He had removed the native attire and put on his uniform pants and red undershirt to be more comfortable. He reached down and tapped the communicator that was laying on the nightstand.
"Riker to Enterprise." He spoke into the object.
"This is Enterprise, Data here sir." Came the response. Riker had turned the volume down on the unit so as to keep his conversations private.
"Data, I want you to beam down some replicated weapons that would be indigenous here. I've noticed that most of the locals carry some form of weapon."
"Aye sir. Any specifics?"
"Send down instructions too. I'm sure that they will be museum pieces." Riker added with sarcasm lining his voice.
"Do you want us to take them from a museum sir?" Data asked.
"What?" Riker was confused at the last question.
"You said that museum pieces would be better. Would you like them from a museum?" Data asked again.
"It was a figure of speech Data. I was referring to the antiquity of any weapon these people use." Riker was still amazed that Data still did not grasp most jokes.
"So it was a joke sir?"
"Yes Data. It was a joke." Riker replied while rolling his eyes.
"Ah. We will be beaming the 'museum pieces' down momentarily." His accent on the words made Riker laugh at his friends attempt at humor.
Blue light began circling around. Riker watched the form of a Smith and Wesson revolver take shape in front of him. It had a wood grip and black metal. The caliber was .44 Magnum and the barrel was eight inches long.
"How about some bullets Mr. Data?" Riker had noticed that only the gun was beamed down.
"My error sir." Data replied. The next instant, a box of .44 Magnum bullets appeared on the nightstand next to the revolver.
"Thank you Data. I will report back when we have some more information. Riker out." Riker turned his attention to the firearm that he now had.
"This is nothing like a hand phaser." Riker mumbled as he fumbled with the grip. He lifted the weapon and tried to aim it like he would any phaser. "This thing is damned heavy." He brought his other hand up to steady the weapon. He was aiming at the door. Deanna Troi and Beverly Crusher chose that moment to walk into Riker's room.
"Will," Deanna began. "What are you doing pointing that at us?" Riker had immediately set the revolver on the nightstand and hit himself in the head.
"Just getting a feel for it. Didn't want to be thought suspicious by the locals for not having a weapon." He tried to recover. "Going for low impact. Remember?" He stood up and walked towards them. He noticed they had both changed into long pants and long sleeve button up shirts. "I liked you better in a dress."
"Well we didn't like the heat." Beverly responded as she sat down. "Do you really think we will need that?" She asked referring to the weapon.
"I hope not. But it fills out the outfit some more." Riker said as he sat down. "What have you found out?"
"Mostly people just spread rumors," Deanna began. "Most of them have to do with a guy named Vash the Stampede."
"We also found this," Beverly added, throwing a wanted poster on the bed by Riker.
"Wanted dead or alive. Vash the Stampede. Sixty billion double dollars. Wears a long red coat, has spiked blond hair and uses a silver gun. Wanted for murder and class-g property damage. What good does this do us?" Riker finished as he set the poster down.
"When speaking to the population, I sense a great deal of nervousness when they speak about him. A few people have called him the devil's helper and say he is responsible for destroying two cities with populations well into the millions." She remembered that they had already talked about this rumor. "They all fear him."
"That affects us how? If the Enterprise picks up energy readings big enough to destroy a city, we will be beamed out." Riker said brushing off the rumors. "I have a better question." Deanna and Beverly both looked at him waiting. "This planet has no oceans and little above ground water right?"
"Right. Where are you going with this?" Beverly asked.
"Then where do they get salmon for their salmon sandwiches?" Riker smiled.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Deanna asked.
"I asked you the same thing about Vash the Stampede." Riker replied feeling that he had proved his point.
"Let's get some rest. Tomorrow is another day." Beverly said as she stood up to leave.
"Right. I'll give the Captain a full report tomorrow night." Riker said as he turned his body putting his feet on the bed.
"Good night then." Deanna spoke as she stood and walked out the door with Beverly over to their room.
After they closed the door, Riker began thinking to himself. 'Vash the Stampede, huh? No one person can cause that much destruction without some kind of aid.'
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Riker doesn't know the half of it! I wonder what he would think if he knew the legendary outlaw was aboard the Enterprise going nuts with the replicator. Please review. Please, please, please, please, please!
Ariamis Finchwing I: Thank you for being the first reviewer. I just can't believe no one has gone here before. This crossover I mean.
kyee7k: Thanks for your vote of confidence and saying this is excellent.
Magnet-Rose: I thought I might have put in OOC on most everyone. I'm glad that you reassured me that they were inside of reasonable parameters.
Writegirl: The only way to blend any Star Trek/something else crossover, the all-powerful wormhole! It solves most problems.
Night Hunter3: * bows accordingly * I promise to never leave the otaku/trekkies hanging like that again! * has fingers crossed behind back *
Ocelot: Thanks for pointing a couple of things out to me. Watch for an updated chapter two. I will add a few lines to correct the humanoid/human life thingy. As for the distance traveled, ALL-POWERFUL WORMHOLE. They can do anything you want really. As for the Anime and real people thing, I guess either make Vash and company real or Picard and company Anime. Anime Worf hehehehehe.
I. chrisoula winfield: Please don't die!!!! I would be depressed if I lost you. It will continue. That much I can promise. Picard probably won't find out exactly who is on his ship until at least chapter five. Until then the Humanoid Typhoon will be tied up eating doughnuts. (
Now for a short summary of the chapter, Vash comes across as he truly is. A big baby. And then the whole group goes nuts with a replicator. Enjoy!
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Vash looked around as his head began to clear. They were still standing in the same room, but he had never seen any of the equipment being used. As he looked at the two people he noticed before, he took note of what they were wearing. He started by looking at their feet. Noticing the black boots and black pants, he moved up seeing the black and gray shit with an emblem on the left breast. He then looked at their faces.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Vash screamed. While one man looked perfectly normal, the other had large crests running up his forehead.
The rest of Vash's small group looked to see what he was screaming about. Although not as outspoken, the rest of them backed up in fear of what they were seeing.
"Calm down." Came the stern voice of the man with forehead bumps. "My name is Lieutenant Commander Worf. I am the head of Security aboard this ship and I will not tolerate this screaming."
At that Vash immediately quieted down. Meryl was the first of them with anything intellectual to say.
"Please, hand over your weapons." He commanded.
"Alright." Vash reached down and pulled the silver revolver from its holster. Pressing the cylinder release the gun broke and the bullets popped out and he caught all six in the air. He handed the weapon to the Security Chief, which meant Sheriff to Vash. Knives mimicked Vash as he pulled his black revolver out. Work took both weapons and handed tem to the other man. He then looked towards Milly and Meryl.
"What are you?" She asked as she stood behind Vash and shielded her daughter.
"I am a Klingon." Worf replied as if they should know what that meant. "The Captain will be here momentarily."
"Captain?" Knives responded. And if to answer his question the doors to their right slid apart and another man walked through. He wore the same clothes but he was a human being, and bald at that.
"I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Welcome aboard the Enterprise." He said nonchalantly. "If you don't mind, we would like to take you all down to sickbay to make sure you are alright. Then, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you all some questions." His demeanor carried authority with it.
"Sickbay? We are not sick Captain." Milly responded. Of all the people present, she seemed the most relaxed.
"It is our medical facilities. We just want to make sure you're in good health." Picard added with a smile. He turned to the Klingon. "Mr. Worf, would you escort them down to sickbay? Notify me when they are finished."
"Aye sir. Follow me." The Klingon commanded. He began to walk out towards the doors as they opened to let him through. He stopped in the middle of the entryway to wait for them.
Vash was having trouble getting over the fact that he had finally seen, besides the plants and humans on Gunsmoke, an actual alien. Although peace- loving, his right hand began to inch towards the silver revolver at his side. 'I will protect my family.' Vash thought as he reluctantly followed the Klingon named Worf. Knives, Meryl, Milly, and Rem al followed closely behind Vash and Worf as they were led through the Enterprise.
In sickbay, Vash was reluctant to let any doctor near him. Milly had been the first to be examined. The doctor used a gray-boxed object that opened up and a small cylinder, no bigger than his thumb, to examine her. Meryl was currently being examined while Vash and Knives were standing in bewilderment at the level of medical technology that this ship had.
"Ok that's it," the woman, they found out was Nurse Alyssa Ogawa, set the small box down after closing it. "You're perfectly healthy for a woman who is seven weeks pregnant." She stated.
"Pregnant? Who says she's pregnant?" Vash started to ask.
"I was waiting for the right time to tell you Vash. I guess it would be now." Meryl responded. She knew she shouldn't have kept it from him for so long.
"Mr. Knives is it? Please have a seat." Nurse Ogawa asked while Vash was sorting out that he now had another child on the way.
"Alright," Knives responded. 'I hope it doesn't scare these humans when they find out I'm different.' He thought as he set on the bed where Meryl had once been.
"This will only take a minute," Ogawa started as she ran the cylinder back and forth across his face and down his upper body. "That's odd." She said with a changing expression.
"What is it?" Worf asked as he stepped forward.
"According to this, this man is 136 years old. That isn't right for a human." Ogawa responded.
'Might as well explain it.' Knives thought as he chose his words carefully. "Vash and I are a different species called Plants." 'If this goes how telling any other human does we are about to be feared and hated.'
"It doesn't match anything I have heard of." Worf proclaimed.
"I will just log it as a new species. We never get the chance to have two specimens to study, let alone question." Ogawa responded. "You're done, but I would like to run some more tests if you don't mind."
"Huh?" Knives' jaw dropped when he seen their response to him proclaiming his difference. Regaining his composure he answered her question. "What do they involve?"
"Just a blood and tissue sample, a physical, and a few other tests. Nothing out of the ordinary." Ogawa responded. "Mr. Vash, your turn."
"What? Me? Knives is my twin, so just copy his over for mine." Vash began backing away from the nurse.
"I have to make a separate log for each of you." Ogawa informed him.
"You baby. The rest of the 'adults' did it. Set an example for your daughter, Broom head." Meryl added clenching her fist.
"Ok. Ok. I'll do it." Vash agreed knowing that he was about to receive a hit to the head from his 'loving' wife.
"This won't hurt at all. I promise." Ogawa stated. As she progressed through the scan, her face changed expression as she read the readout. "What has happened to you? I'm reading heavy scar tissue, multiple metal implants, and a prosthetic left arm with a weapon inside."
The last part made Worf reach to his belt and pull a small black tube that was bent in the center out.
"I won't hurt anybody. I don't like pain. Besides, I am obviously at a disadvantage." Vash started trying to keep the Klingon from collecting on the 'dead' part of his bounty.
"I told you not to have it put back on." Meryl reprimanded.
"It kept me alive a few times. Besides, it felt odd not having it there." Vash replied with one of his smiles.
"I'd like you to come in with your brother, Mr. Vash. I haven't seen a prosthetic arm like this before." Ogawa asked. She was obviously curious about Vash's left arm. "Next is you, Miss." she trailed off at the loss of Rem's name.
"Rem!" The child responded happily.
"Ok, Rem, Just sit right here. I'm going to do the same thing as I did to your parents. Ok." Ogawa said as she pulled the small cylinder up.
Rem turned toward her mother. "It's ok sweetie. She just wants to make sure that you're Ok." Meryl responded to her nervous child. 'I was just as nervous as she is.' Meryl thought as Nurse Ogawa ran the cylinder across Rem's body.
"Interesting. She is a cross between the Plants and human. It's remarkable. She is quite an extraordinary little girl." Ogawa added with amusement. "Ok Rem, I'm done. You can jump down now."
Rem hopped off of the bed and stepped over to stand by her mother.
"I'm done here Mr. Worf. They are all as healthy as I can tell." Ogawa added as she turned to go into the medical office.
Worf tapped the emblem on his chest. "Worf to bridge. We are finished in Sickbay." He spoke to apparently no one.
Vash, Knives, Meryl, Milly, and Rem all jumped when Picard's voice came out of nowhere. "Very good. Show them to guest quarters. I will meet them there. Picard out."
Worf turned to the small, frightened group. "Please follow me." He started out of the doors with all of them in tow.
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After looking over the medical logs, Picard started walking towards the guest quarters on deck 5. As he approached the door, he quickly remembered how many times he had initiated first contact with other people. He reached down ad touched the pad by the door to signal his arrival, forgetting that his guests were not accustomed to this level of technology.
Picard could here the voices from the other side of the door. Although muffled, he could tell what they were saying.
"What the hell is that?" One yelled. It seemed high pitched, but not a feminine voice.
"I don't know. Maybe it's a communication thing, like on the SEEDS ship." A different male voice responded.
At that, Picard walked into the door and it slid open. He noticed the two men standing, the one with spiked up blonde hair was holding his head in what appeared to be a panic attack. The shorter woman with black hair noticed him first and stood up.
"Captain, umm." She started.
"Jean-Luc Picard," He offered.
"Right, I am Meryl Stryfe," She began then pointing at each of the people with her. "This is Milly Thompson, my daughter Rem, my husband Vash, and his brother Knives."
"Pleased to meet you all." Picard responded.
"Captain," Knives began. "Thank you for saving us."
"I'm just glad we were in the neighborhood. Tell me," Picard thought it was time to get down to business. "How may of your crashed ships still function?"
"None of them." Vash answered.
"I see. Where did the shuttle come from then?"
"I found it in a hangar bay on a ship outside of January. I thought it was still capable of space flight." Knives explained.
"Then the rest of your people do not have space travel abilities?" Picard asked again.
"We did? But then the ships crashed into the planet 135 years ago. The humans scrapped them to make shelters and started using the Plants to survive. Knives and myself are the only one's left from the original crash survivors." Vash started trying to cover the fact that Knives was responsible for it.
"Were those ships warp capable?" Picard asked.
"Huh? What is warp capable? The ships were powered by Plants." Knives responded. He was confused at the apparent lack of knowledge about the Plants. "Doesn't your ship use them?"
It was Picard's turn to be confused. "What type of plant are you talking about? We use fusion plants and a warp core."
"Fusion Plants? Warp core?" Meryl started. She was even more confused than Vash and Captain Picard.
"I see that we have much to discuss. I would like you all to rest. You have been through a traumatic set of events. I will meet with you all tomorrow in the briefing room." Picard stood up straightening his uniform. "Did Mr. Worf explain the basic functions in the room?"
"Yes, but I do have a question." Vash started. Meryl knew full well what he was going to ask.
"Yes anything," Picard replied.
"How many doughnuts can the replicator make?" Vash put his hands together and slightly hunched over.
"I don't know. I suppose as many as you could ever want. Why?" Picard asked trying to grasp why this man was asking about doughnuts at a time like this.
Vash's eyes went wide and started to tear up. He had never heard such good news in his entire life.
"I'll keep him reasonable Captain." Meryl said as she walked to her husband. "We will see you tomorrow." She finished as she turned her back to him facing her husband.
"I will send a security officer down to escort you all there." With that, Picard turned towards the door and walked through it. As it closed behind him, Meryl hit Vash solidly in the head.
"Oww. What was that for?" Vash started. He was so entranced with the thought of limitless doughnuts that he didn't comprehend why his wife would hit him.
"You are not going to drain this ship of its supply of doughnuts!" She yelled at him. She walked over to the small outlet that Worf had called the replicator. Remember the instructions, she gave it a try. "Coffee." She said.
"Specify flavor, temperature and additives." The female voice asked. Meryl nearly jumped out of her skin when it talked to her. 'It was bad enough to talk to it, but when it asked me a question,' she began to think frantically. After regaining her composure, she stepped back towards it. "Regular, hot coffee with a bowl of sugar on the side." 'I hope that was enough.' She thought as she finished her statement.
The small alcove started to glow softly and a cup, saucer, and small bowl suddenly appeared. Being cautious, Meryl reached in and grabbed the saucer to bring the cup out along with the bowl setting them on the table in the middle of their room.
The rest of her company stared wide-eyed as she carefully took a sip of the coffee. After that, she licked her finger and stuck it into the bowl coating it with sugar. She tasted it and began to smile.
"What does it taste like?" Rem asked. Apparently she was the only one who could speak.
"It tastes perfect! The coffee and the sugar!" Meryl picked up the small spoon that was in the sugar bowl and scooped some into her coffee. After stirring the sugar in, she tasted the coffee again. "It tastes like it was fresh brewed! I can't believe it!"
Milly and Vash both darted over to the replicator. Vash won the little race and got to order first. "I want a dozen, double chocolate frosted, chocolate doughnuts with rainbow sprinkles and raspberry jelly filled!" He shouted. After his order appeared, he immediately stuffed a whole doughnut into his mouth, swallowing it after chewing for just a few seconds. He grabbed the plate and headed over to the table where Meryl was. "It works Beautifully! I could live in here!" He exclaimed.
Milly looked at the alcove and hoped it would do the same for her. "Umm, I want pudding." She asked timidly. She was still not completely comfortable with it.
"What flavor?" The computer voice called back. Although not as shocking as with Meryl, it still made her jump a bit.
"What flavors are there?" She asked. She didn't expect it to respond to her.
"Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, banana, ." The computer started. With each flavor, Milly's eyes became bigger and brighter until she couldn't smile any wider. She restrained herself from ordering all of them.
"Give me three vanillas and three chocolates." She responded. The pudding appeared in bowls that were much larger than she expected. Gathering them all up she bounced over to the table and set them down.
Rem had sat down next to her father and started eating his doughnuts. Knives just looked at his brother and Milly. "I'm not hungry right now." He walked over to the small couch and sat down.
"I could get used to this life," Meryl said as each of them enjoyed their little meal.
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On Gunsmoke, Riker had settled into the small room. 'For an Old west setting, this room is nice.' He thought as he gazed at the various objects in his room. He had the Enterprise beam down a few changes of cloths. He had removed the native attire and put on his uniform pants and red undershirt to be more comfortable. He reached down and tapped the communicator that was laying on the nightstand.
"Riker to Enterprise." He spoke into the object.
"This is Enterprise, Data here sir." Came the response. Riker had turned the volume down on the unit so as to keep his conversations private.
"Data, I want you to beam down some replicated weapons that would be indigenous here. I've noticed that most of the locals carry some form of weapon."
"Aye sir. Any specifics?"
"Send down instructions too. I'm sure that they will be museum pieces." Riker added with sarcasm lining his voice.
"Do you want us to take them from a museum sir?" Data asked.
"What?" Riker was confused at the last question.
"You said that museum pieces would be better. Would you like them from a museum?" Data asked again.
"It was a figure of speech Data. I was referring to the antiquity of any weapon these people use." Riker was still amazed that Data still did not grasp most jokes.
"So it was a joke sir?"
"Yes Data. It was a joke." Riker replied while rolling his eyes.
"Ah. We will be beaming the 'museum pieces' down momentarily." His accent on the words made Riker laugh at his friends attempt at humor.
Blue light began circling around. Riker watched the form of a Smith and Wesson revolver take shape in front of him. It had a wood grip and black metal. The caliber was .44 Magnum and the barrel was eight inches long.
"How about some bullets Mr. Data?" Riker had noticed that only the gun was beamed down.
"My error sir." Data replied. The next instant, a box of .44 Magnum bullets appeared on the nightstand next to the revolver.
"Thank you Data. I will report back when we have some more information. Riker out." Riker turned his attention to the firearm that he now had.
"This is nothing like a hand phaser." Riker mumbled as he fumbled with the grip. He lifted the weapon and tried to aim it like he would any phaser. "This thing is damned heavy." He brought his other hand up to steady the weapon. He was aiming at the door. Deanna Troi and Beverly Crusher chose that moment to walk into Riker's room.
"Will," Deanna began. "What are you doing pointing that at us?" Riker had immediately set the revolver on the nightstand and hit himself in the head.
"Just getting a feel for it. Didn't want to be thought suspicious by the locals for not having a weapon." He tried to recover. "Going for low impact. Remember?" He stood up and walked towards them. He noticed they had both changed into long pants and long sleeve button up shirts. "I liked you better in a dress."
"Well we didn't like the heat." Beverly responded as she sat down. "Do you really think we will need that?" She asked referring to the weapon.
"I hope not. But it fills out the outfit some more." Riker said as he sat down. "What have you found out?"
"Mostly people just spread rumors," Deanna began. "Most of them have to do with a guy named Vash the Stampede."
"We also found this," Beverly added, throwing a wanted poster on the bed by Riker.
"Wanted dead or alive. Vash the Stampede. Sixty billion double dollars. Wears a long red coat, has spiked blond hair and uses a silver gun. Wanted for murder and class-g property damage. What good does this do us?" Riker finished as he set the poster down.
"When speaking to the population, I sense a great deal of nervousness when they speak about him. A few people have called him the devil's helper and say he is responsible for destroying two cities with populations well into the millions." She remembered that they had already talked about this rumor. "They all fear him."
"That affects us how? If the Enterprise picks up energy readings big enough to destroy a city, we will be beamed out." Riker said brushing off the rumors. "I have a better question." Deanna and Beverly both looked at him waiting. "This planet has no oceans and little above ground water right?"
"Right. Where are you going with this?" Beverly asked.
"Then where do they get salmon for their salmon sandwiches?" Riker smiled.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Deanna asked.
"I asked you the same thing about Vash the Stampede." Riker replied feeling that he had proved his point.
"Let's get some rest. Tomorrow is another day." Beverly said as she stood up to leave.
"Right. I'll give the Captain a full report tomorrow night." Riker said as he turned his body putting his feet on the bed.
"Good night then." Deanna spoke as she stood and walked out the door with Beverly over to their room.
After they closed the door, Riker began thinking to himself. 'Vash the Stampede, huh? No one person can cause that much destruction without some kind of aid.'
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Riker doesn't know the half of it! I wonder what he would think if he knew the legendary outlaw was aboard the Enterprise going nuts with the replicator. Please review. Please, please, please, please, please!