Counselor's personal Log: Stardate 42761.6 Tatooine
Will ordered Data and I to the planets surface to locate a person named General Obi-Wan Kenobi, a veteran of a galactic wide conflict known as 'the clone wars' and apparently the last hope for the rebel alliance. We had only moments to prepare for this mission and took only a phaser, tricorder, and communicator each. I am not sure I can accomplish my objectives, even though are simple: find General Kenobi and arrange for transport off of Tatooine in case the Enterprise is destroyed, captured, or forced from the system. Once Data finds the droid, we will rendezvous in the spaceport. I can only pray that we will be successful and that somehow we can return home. I am lost in a series of box canyons and have not found any sign of civilization. I have no water, and I am nearly finished, perhaps Data will survive and let you know how I died here. William, oh sweet Will! I love you still!
She snapped the tricorder shut and attached it to her belt, then staggered forward, panting, on unsteady legs. Counselor Troi found herself in the rocky wastes, alone, dying of thirst. After a few zig zagging kilometers through the twisting canyons, she looked up at the sky beyond the canyon walls and tried to focus. Impossible. The glare left her vision blurred and spotty, and the skin of her face, hands, neck and breasts stung viciously. She had stopped sweating a few minutes before, and even though her heat addled brain did not recognize the fact, she was dying of heat exhaustion. Her mind began to shut down and flooded with bits and pieces of shattered memories.
Will, on the battle bridge.
A crewman giving Worf CPR.
Princess Leia squeezing her hand, lips moving slowly.
Will's eyes staring into hers just before he beamed away.
Data's all too realistic hand on her shoulder.
Data saying, "are you ready counselor?"
She was alone again, and trapped just as she had been in that crushed shuttlecraft. Just like the last time, she could hear Will in her heart. He felt the same terror as the day that Tasha died, shrieking, "Data! Something's got me!"
"Will! No!" She cried out at the harsh, blue, cloudless sky, tore at her hair, and fell to her knees. She made harsh, dry hacking noises, and then collapsed on the rocks.
Some time later, she awoke, head throbbing and heart empty. Deanna crawled along for a few moments, fell, picked herself back up, and then stood shakily against a boulder.
The first sun had set, and soon, so would the second, and the temperature was not so unbearable. Deanna turned, belly against the boulder, and slumped over the still warm rock. Slowly, her blurry vision cleared and focused. In the distance, there was a great, horned, four legged, hairy beast of burden standing nearly motionless at the bottom of the Wadi. Deanna took a couple of deep breaths and steadied herself.
"Ok Lieutenant, get a hold of yourself. That thing is wearing a saddle, so there must be a rider around here somewhere, but where?"
Even in her beleaguered state the half Betazoid felt the sub-human wave of mixed malice, hunger, and lust slam into her. Her body flooded with adrenaline a half second before the ugly linen wrapped face loomed above her from behind the rock, hooting and gurgling an alien battle cry.
Deanna yelped and fell back, one hand scrabbling for her phaser, while the insect infested humanoid hefted a wicked looking staff weapon above its head and continued its obscene call. She saw it begin to bend its legs and prepare to leap down on her, then the red line of the phaser beam connected them for a moment and it collapsed in a heap on the rocks, the stick weapon clattered on the stone surface and skittered away.
The humanoid gave a grunt and a foul exhale then lay still. But moments later, two other calls answered from close nearby, and Counselor Troi struggled to stand. She was on one knee and glancing about furtively when the first one broke her collarbone from behind with his Gaffi stick. She flopped over like a dead fish, and her phaser fell from nerveless fingers.
The two remaining sand people stood over her for a moment, and then while one kicked contemptuously at his unconscious fellow, the other flipped her on her back and knelt over her. The sandpeople argued for a few moments, and then the one over Deanna took a lock of her hair between its fingers and rubbed them together slowly. A deep growl rolled up out of his throat and he grasped the neckline of her uniform and wrenched it apart, exposing the white flesh beneath.
Deanna gasped and coughed weakly. Both of the sandpeople froze and stared at her nakedness. They began to move to her as one, until an ear splitting shriek echoed through the narrow valley. Within moments the desert nomads had fled in terror, dragging their comrade with them.
A brown robed figure clambered slowly to Deanna and knelt beside her. An aged, liver spotted hand protruded from the voluminous robe and touched her shattered clavicle lightly. The old man stooped lower, and took her chin in his hand and turned her head gently from side to side. Half conscious, Deanna moaned and tried to stir, but from the newcomer she felt only concern and fatherly love.
"Well, well little one. It seems you have gotten yourself into some trouble," Obi Wan said, "Don't worry though, sleep now without pain," The old Jedi waved a hand over her head and she slumped back into a deep sleep, a winsome smile on her lips. He shucked his robe, covered her, then scooped her in his arms and began to make his way slowly back to his cavern home.
Left behind on the rock was a small triangular pin, which chirped hours later, followed by the disembodied voice of Lt. Commander Data asking futilely for counselor Deanna Troi of the starship Enterprise.

"Christ!" Someone shouted.
Ensign Carpenter's hands shot to his throat and a horrible gurgle erupted from his lips with a burst of pink froth and spittle. His phaser thumped on the deck. Ensign N'tinga tried to catch his companion as he fell, wrapping his arms around his partner and heaving to keep him from falling face first to the deck.
"It's him, fire!" Riker's eyes narrowed and two phaser beams leaped across the deck towards the Sith lord.
Vader deflected one beam with his Lightsaber, but accustomed to short blaster bolts, he could not recover in time to stop the second with his energy sword. The second beam he deflected with his left hand, growling with the effort.
The beams ended and Riker looked to his subordinates, "N'tinga, fire! Maximum stun!"
Vader stepped forward again and raised his thrumming blade to slice the rebels apart. Riker and his team gave ground.
The security ensign let his buddy fall to the floor and snap shot his phaser along with his comrades. The three beams converged on the giant villain one refracting off his blade, one reflected by his other hand, and the third striking him in the left shoulder and spreading a red shimmering through his torso.
Vader fell to one knee with a groan, and his saber flew away and bit into a command console, slicing part of it off clean.
"Again! Hit him again!"
They raised their phasers again and pointed them at Darth Vader, half slumped on the floor.
Vader stared at them, pure hate coming from his gaze, focused on the three men and their evil weapons. How? How have they done this? How have they brought me to my knees? My knees! He screamed and the dark side of the force surged through him flinging the rebels back into the wall with bone shattering force. Vader blinked for a moment, surprised at the words that came from his mouth, the same words that he had used, long ago, back then...
"I hate you!"
He used the dark side gratuitously forcing his numbed limbs and shocked organs back to life. He shambled over to Riker and lifted the dazed officer from the floor by the throat with one mechanical arm. Riker's eyes bulged in disbelief and he clamped both hands around Darth Vader's arm.
Vader gestured thrice with the other and the other security men died strangling on their own blood with the first two and with the third reclaimed his saber.
"I want to know what happened to the plans you intercepted," he growled, giving Riker a little shake.
"We intercepted, no transmissions--" Riker gagged and kicked his feet a little, "We are a peaceful ship, on an exploration mission!" Vader's vise like grip clamped harder and harder on Riker's throat.
"If you are a peaceful ship, then why use illegal disintegration beams?" If Riker heard the question he gave no indication, his eyes rolled up into his head, and the sound of ripping cartilage and snapping bone flooded through the Enterprise bridge.
Imzadi, I love you!
Vader tossed the grisly missle against a bulkhead and leaned wheezing against Captain Picard's chair. He glanced down at the faux leather seat hatefully.
"And next I will slay you Jhonnluke Pikard, but you will die slowly, unlike your officer here."