I don't own Star Trek. Thank you to Trekkie101 and It's me, get over it for reviewing chapter 3 (Old Enemies New Friends). Reviews are welcome, flames mean more s'mores! Warning: Religious References, don't like, don't read.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Cmdr. Riker asked me as we headed toward the briefing room.
"According to Altsoba, Moroll's men attacked us and the rebels stepped in to prevent us from being killed." I replied, pushing a strand of hair back behind my ear.
"Why would they want you dead?" Counselor Troi questioned.
"Moroll thinks I'm a weapons genius." I laughed. "The only good those weapons would do would maybe knock someone out if they got hit with one."
I led the way into the room. Altsoba had shown it to me earlier, but I had to go inside. As I walked in, I realized that it was empty with the exception of Altsoba, who sat behind a table in the middle of the room. She smiled when she saw us and motioned for us to come closer.
"Where is everyone?" Riker questioned her.
"They are praying to the gods." She replied.
"The gods?" I looked at her curiously.
"You've never heard of them?" She looked shocked.
"I've heard of many gods, which ones are you referring to?"
"That is right; you're not from this planet." A small smile came over her face. "We worship five gods. Misu, the god of water. He is the one we pray to when the crops need rain. Damia is the creator of us, the goddess of nature. Soren is the god of war, a god we have been praying to a lot lately. Amora is the goddess of love. Lastly is the god of death, Hades."
"Why aren't you praying?"
"I pray to them every night. If the gods will us to win, we will win; if not…. Well, that is how they will it."
"Sir." A young man said to Moroll.
"What is it?" Moroll asked, impatiently.
"I have news of the rebels."
"Well what is it then?"
"They have Egypt Picard along with some members of Star Fleet."
"Hear that?" Moroll turned to a cell. "The rebels will break your men in to pieces."
"My men will be fine." Captain Picard growled. "Now tell me why you are holding us here."
"I believe Star Fleet will pay a king's ransom for you. And if they try and attack the planet, they'll just kill off rebels."
"You'll never get away with it." Dr. Crusher said.
"Watch me."
Suddenly, a flash of light engulfed the room. When the light receded, Q stood in front of Moroll. A smile came over his face when he saw Picard and the others in the cell.
"How fitting Mon Capitaine, that you should be held by your daughter's worst enemy."
"Who the hell are you?" Moroll fumed. "And how did you get in?"
"I come bearing news of the rebels." Q smirked. "They are rallying to defeat you."
"Let them try." Moroll scoffed. "Get out of here before I call the guards."
"Hah! Your nerve is commendable, but you are up against the most dangerous enemy off all."
"And what exactly is that?"
"I wouldn't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die." With that, Q snapped his fingers and disappeared.
"Altsoba." The door of the briefing room opened and three men walked in.
"It is good to see you all again." Altsoba smiled, standing up to greet them before turning to the rest of us. "These are three of our finest agents, Amadeus, Rashid, and Nemesio."
"It is good to meet you." Cmdr. Riker shook their hands.
"And you all as well." Amadeus smiled.
Amadeus was a young man, not much older than I. He had shoulder length black hair and kind eyes. His clothes were similar to Altsoba's, close fitting and dark.
Rashid was middle aged and seemed to carry a great burden. There were many lines on his face, both wrinkles and scars. His eyes were dark and almost, shall I say evil. Like the other two he had dark, close fitting clothes.
Nemesio really caught my eye. He was extremely handsome; he looked like that "movie star" from the twenty first century, Brad Pitt. His features were complemented by his clothes, which were different from the other twos', a loose sweater and baggy pants.
"Sir!" The door burst open and a young man ran in.
"What is it?" Altsoba questioned.
"There is a Judas in our midst." He replied, out of breath.
"A Judas?" Counselor Troi looked at Altsoba.
"Judas betrayed a man named Hakan to Hades. Judas was later killed by one of Mishu's floods." Altsoba informed us. "We have a traitor in our midst."
"Captain." Lt. Cmdr. Data looked curiously at Picard.
"Yes Data?" Picard asked as he sat on one of the benches at the other side of the cell.
"When Q came today, he called Egypt your daughter, but is she not your niece?"
"Well Mr. Data, she is my daughter."
"But Sir." Data continued. "According to records, you were never-"
"One does not have to be married to have children." Picard smiled.
"But then Sir-" Data was cut off.
"Permission to speak freely." Worf growled.
"Granted." Picard looked at him curiously.
"Data, shut up." Worf glared at him.
"Well then." Dr. Crusher smiled and sat down next to Picard. "What's next?"
"We wait."
A/N: I know it's short, I've been writing a lot of short ones recently….. Oh well. I thought it would be fun to have Worf growl at Data…. Hope everyone likes!