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Ruffling her feathers elegantly, in a way Picard never could, Crusher looked thoughtfully at all of them.

"So I assume I'm not the only one this has happened to then."

"You assume correctly doctor. We are about to have a meeting in the observation lounge. We're meeting Worf and Data there," Riker explained patiently. She nodded.

"I've been trying to get the computer to access brain waves – for commands, instead of verbal commands," the good doctor told the group as they left sick bay. Georgi was immediately interested.

"How's it been coming?" he asked. Beverly shook her head.

"Not so well unfortunately. Without Data and your help, I can't get the computer to do much of anything right now." She paused. "Well, especially Data's help since he's the only one who probably stayed human… normal. He can access the computers. We can't." Picard chuckled and added his twopence.

"Ah, but doctor, one of the advantages of having a macaw with you is that it can speak and mimic voices." Beverly nodded seeing his point. "It's a handy animal to have," the captain added offhand. Once again, animal expressions were inadequate as LaForge meant to smile in pride. The band consisting of avians, a feline, and a canine strolled down the Enterprise's hallways. Riker and Deanna were chatting it up while Picard, Georgi, and Crusher were fascinated with what could make a whole ship this way.

"Somehow our DNA has been transplanted with DNA of an animal, apparently one that matches our personality the best." At this point, Deanna and Will listened in. "The captain here is loyal, noble, and calm just as what the bald eagle stood for. Will – you are also loyal, but more playful and serious when necessary. Deanna – you can be secretive and have a wilder side."

"Obviously," the first commander interjected. They all chuckled a bit and, if Troi could have, she was blushing. Beverly continued.

"Georgi – you have a chatty side, useful, and very handsome." Crusher smiled at her last comment. Jean Luc continued Beverly's assessment.

"And doctor, you are fierce, stubborn, but you do know when it's time to quit. And apparently redheaded." Interrupting the peaceful moment, a loud exchange of snarls and roars was heard from ahead. Looking at each other, the quintuplet took off to the source of the problem.

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Worf could hold his own against many opponents, but none like Data: a man-machine with superpowers. Never in his wildest dreams would he want to get on the receiving end of a mad Data, luckily they were on the same side. Most of the time.

This was not one of those times.

The almost albino cheetah had started to snarl and roar before attacking. Worf responded in kind, but Data pounced on his back and started to tear away at his flesh. Really pissed off, Worf rolled over and crushed the smaller cat. Although Data appeared to be faster than the average cheetah, he was now made of organic tissue and therefore mortal. Growling in pain, Data wormed his way out and face the large lion again.

"I do not want to hurt you!" Worf cried out in vain. Data could not hear him even if he wanted to. Against, the Data-Cheetah went to pounce, but Worf reared up and knocked him down. The lion pinned him there and the other cat clawed at Worf's legs and undersides in rage of being beat. Finally unable to withstand the pain, the once-klingon lion let Data up and stumbled back. Bearing his massive canines, Worf puffed up and tried to look big so hopefully the android wouldn't try that again.

Instead, the white cheetah did the same and roared loudly. Worf was almost injured beyond repair at this point – the claws had done a significant amount of damage. Trying one last gambit, Worf decided to attack first. He feinted left, then right, then left and pounced on the left side of Data's feline body. Totally thrown off, the cheetah had begun to move to the right and had started back to the left side. For his pains, Data got four massive claws and a large body to go with it on top of him. Now, the smaller cat was pinned down in a way that he couldn't get at Worf.

"Worf!" a friendly voice called out.

"Sir," he said in his formal tone back.

"Are you okay?" Riker's voice sounded back.

"Yes sir."

"No he's not!" Worf sighed – Dr. Crusher.

"I am fine doctor." The Data-Cheetah snarled and spat at the newcomers and Riker backed off from the scene. Growling menacingly, Troi sauntered to the duo and scratched Data's ear. Whining, he rubbed it. When Picard gave her the 'you-have-three-heads' look, she merely cocked her head in a semi-shrug.

"It was the only way to keep him quiet."