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"Impossible." Altsoba whispered, falling back onto a chair.
"Are you alright?" I hurried over to her, she looked like she was about to faint.
"I can't believe he betrayed us. And all this time…" Tears were streaming down her face.
"We can't give up." Counselor Troi said, coming closer.
"No we can't." Riker added. "We need a plan."
"I doubt that your Star Fleet training has taught you how to deal with things like this." Rashid growled. "We're all dead."
"Not yet." I stood up.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing is impossible."
"What do you know? You're a child."
"I've survived for six years here, in the middle of the battle zone. I've seen more battles than you have. Moroll thinks he has this battle won, so he'll be careless. Besides, we have the element of surprise on our side."
"But what can we do?" Altsoba looked up at me. "Nemesio and Amadeus took all of our weapons."
"We don't need weapons. We have brains, something they don't have."
"We could modify some of this equipment to become weapons." LaForge suggested.
"How soon could you do that?" I questioned.
"A few minutes at most."
"Excellent that gives us plenty of time."
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"It seems that we have won." Moroll said gleefully.
"Yes we have." The traitor agreed.
"You won't get away with this." Dr. Crusher told them, straining against the ropes that bound her to a column.
The away team had been taken to the throne room, where they had been bound to different columns. Data and Worf had been threatened that if they didn't stay still, Captain Picard and Dr. Crusher would be killed.
Right now, they could tell that the rebels were in trouble. Since that man had said that he was the traitor, Moroll had seemed a lot more gleeful, especially when he heard the rebel's plans.
"This is all going to plan exactly. It is only moments before they surrender-" He was cut off as the view screen came on.
"Here we are Moroll." I said to his image.
"Indeed you are." He was smiling as he approached the view screen. "I suppose you are here to tell me that you are going to surrender."
"In your dreams." I grinned. "Operor non fatigo , nos es in nostrum via." (1)
Then I cut the transmission and turned back to the others.
"Ready?" I looked at all of them.
"Of course." Altsoba stood up and walked over to me.
"Excellent. Let the mayhem begin."
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I crept slowly down one of the many corridors in the palace. Never have I ever been so scared. So much is on the line, and I'm afraid that this plan won't work. I mean, I've never really had any battle experience. Everyone seems to think that I'm capable, but I don't know.
"You start doubting yourself now, you will fail Egypt." I heard from behind me.
I spun around to see Q leaning against one of the columns. For the first time, he actually looked serious.
"What are you talking about?"
"The reason everyone trusts you is because you are a born leader." Q approached me.
"I'm a kid." I sighed. "Not a leader. I have no idea what I'm doing. The only reason they trust me is because I'm the daughter of Jean-Luc Picard."
"No, they trust you because you won't give up. That is what they need, and that is why they follow you. Besides, Jean-Luc would kill me if I let you die. Now, if you will excuse me I need to get Vash, I left her during the time of the Pharaohs. Goodbye Egypt, we will meet again."
With that, he snapped his fingers and disappeared. A small smile crossed my face as I shook my head. Turning around, I headed toward the throne room.
It took me only minutes to get there. When I reached the door, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, I kicked the door in and pointed my gun at Moroll. His face became sheet white.
"Surprise." I smiled.
"You won't get away with this." He gasped, his eyes darting around.
"Oh really?" I stepped closer to him.
"No, you won't." That familiar voice said.
I felt something cold against my neck. Sighing, I dropped my gun. Not even bothering to look back, I spoke to the traitor.
"What I don't get is why you would want to work for this creep, Nemesio. You would have gotten a lot farther with the rebels."
"Be that as it may, the rebels have lost. Accept that."
"Failure is not an option." I whispered. "Now!"
I spun around and knocked the gun out of Nemesio's hand. It flew to the other side of the room as several beams of light appeared in the room. Security officers from the Enterprise stood, phasers pointing at Nemesio and Moroll.
"You've lost Moroll." I said smiling. "I suppose you're going to surrender."
"Egypt." I heard Dad behind me.
"Daddy."
I turned around to see him standing next to the columns. There was a look of amazement written on his face. A small smile came over my face.
"I've missed you Daddy." I whispered, coming closer to him.
"I've missed you too Egypt." He pulled me into an embrace.
"Egypt!" Someone yelled from the other side of the room.
Turning quickly, I saw something that made me smile. Altsoba along with Riker, Troi and La Forge had come into the throne room. All of them seemed to be uninjured after the little adventure we'd had.
"Are you alright Egypt?" Altsoba asked as she reached us.
"I'm fine." I smiled.
"Captain." Riker looked at my father. "Is everyone okay?"
"It seems so Number One." Dad glanced over at me. "And whose plan was this exactly? It was somewhat… dangerous."
With that last sentence he glanced over at me. However I didn't have to respond since something else came up.
"Altsoba!" Amadeus's voice came from behind us. "Is everyone alright?"
"We're fine." Altsoba replied. "What happened to you?"
That remark came after seeing his clothes. They were torn up and he was covered in scratches and cuts. It looked like he'd fallen into a forest of cactus.
"Nemesio." He grimaced.
"Well, at least everyone is okay." Altsoba sighed. "And to think that was the easy part. Now we have to rebuild this planet."
"I'm sure that the Federation would be glad to help." Dad told her.
"Thank you."
A/N: Yay, I actually worked on this story. I'd almost giving up hope that I'd even post another chapter. Most of this was written last night while I was on a Star Trek spaz. Anyway, please review, I love seeing reviews in my mailbox.