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Chapter 1

I awoke to dirt all around me. My head was pounding and my right ankle was painfully swollen. Slowly, I lifted my head and tried to get my bearings. Everything around me was smashed and there was debris everywhere. Sighing, I slowly stood up. Pain shot through my ankle as I put some weight on it. Instinctively, I grabbed the nearest thing.

"Hello! Is anyone down there?" A voice yelled from outside the wreck.

"In here!" I screamed.

Thank God they found me. I thought as I saw three people make their way through the wreckage towards me. There were two men and a woman, all of which wore Star Fleet uniforms.

"Are you alright?" The woman asked me as she reached me.

"Something is wrong with my ankle but that's about it." I told her as the men reached us.

"What's your name?" The older of the two men asked me.

"Egypt Picard." I replied.

"Capt. Picard's kid?" The younger one questioned.

"Yeah."

The two men gave me strange looks before the woman spoke.

"Well, your ankle is broken. Ted, why don't you carry her out." She suggested.

"Sure." The younger one said as he picked me up bridal style.

He carried me out of the ship and towards what looked like a base camp. There were people everywhere and a lot of them seemed to be injured. Strangely, though, there weren't very many people.

"How many survived the crash?" I looked at the woman.

"The death toll is fifty so far and we haven't finished searching." She replied.

Then Ted set me down on a stretcher type thing and gave me a quick smile before heading off with the other man toward the wreckage. The woman smiled before heading toward another woman who seemed to have broken her back. I sighed and relaxed a little.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the camp and there was dirt flying everywhere. I looked around, and then felt something hit my head hard before I blacked out.

6 years later...

Captain Picard sat at his desk, staring out into space. Everything around him seemed to remind him about the past, even though he had worked so hard to forget it. On Earth it was April 9, 2360, his daughter's 23 birthday. Unfortunately, she was dead. Egypt had died six years ago when the ship she was on was destroyed by Romulans. She'd only just turned seventeen.

"Incoming transmission." Data's voice broke his train of thought.

"Alright." He replied, turning on the data screen in front of him.

"Captain Picard," the voice of Admiral Smith said as her face appeared.

"How can I help you Admiral?" He asked the image.

"We have gotten word of a rescue message from the crew of the U.S.S. Battlement."

"Oh?"

Egypt was on the U.S.S. Battlement... He couldn't help but think.

"The message is recent and it seems that the ship crashed on an unexplored planet called Uranus32. Your ship is the closest to that planet."

"You want us to see if there are any survivors?"

"Yes. I have sent the quardinents to your helm. Good luck. Hopefully some of those poor souls are alive."

"I couldn't agree more."

The transmission ended and Capt. Picard stood up and made his way to the bridge. As the doors opened he saw his crew at their posts. Now it was time for him to act the unemotional captain.

"Set course for the planet Uranus32." He ordered Wesley Crusher.

"Sir?" Cmdr. Riker looked at him intently.

"We have been ordered to respond to a rescue beacon from the U.S.S. Battlement. Apparently the Romulans didn't destroy her after all."

With that he sat in his chair.

"Warp 6 Mr. Crusher. Engage."

"It is good to see you again Egypt." The ruler of Northern Roso said as he saw me walk in.

"Why did you call me here?" I growled.

"Is that how you speak to the one who has kept your people safe for the past six years?"

"Safe? Is ten people dead safe? Either get to the point or I'm leaving."

"What's the rush?"

"We have just sent a rescue message out to Star Fleet. They will be arriving anytime."

The look on his face was priceless. His normally rosy cheeks went pale and his eyes began to dart about.

"You shouldn't have done that." He chided, though his voice shook a bit. "You know we could shoot the out of the sky."

"Bullshit. I was the one who designed all of that junk you call weapons. None of them could reach space even if you strap fifty rockets to them."

"Get out of my sight." He growled.

"Gladly." I smiled before turning my heel to him.

Sighing, I pushed open the door and headed toward the forest. The natives of Uranus 32, or Tython as they called it, had been engaged in a civil war for the past thirty years. Unfortunately for the survivors of the crash, they had landed right in the middle of the battlefield. Ten survivors had died in the past six years as a result of it.

Three years ago, I made a pact with the ruler of Northern Roso, something Moroll. He had wanted me to help design weapons and make strategies and so forth. As soon as I began to help him, I realized what a moron he is. Looking back now, I realize that I should have made a pact with the rebels. At least they have brains.

I sighed as I came upon our base camp. It wasn't much, just a few tents and a campfire, but it was home. Now there was ten of us; myself, Ted, Sabrina the nurse, Jack the engineer, Matt a Gardner, Pat a zoologist, Harry the archeologist, Kelly a security officer, Jessie a teacher, and Nina a poet. I was the youngest of our group, but everyone seemed to look at me as the leader. For some reason, I think it has something to do with the fact that my father is Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Anyway, it has worked out well and we're still alive.

Slowly and quietly, I sit down underneath a huge tree. The sunset a few hours ago and now the only light is the blazing fire. I smiled and then looked up at the stars. Then I noticed it; one of them seemed to move. Not like a comet or a meteor would, but like a starship.

Finally, we're going home.