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We're chugging right along through TNG series one. We're a little over the third of the way through what I've planned for this instalment in the series. In this chapter, we're back to our typical canon retelling with a mix of drama, humour, action, and romance.
Commander Riker gets a chance to encourage Data. Deanna and Tasha attempt to influence Angel One to change. And Data shows his meddle during an outbreak that leaves most of the crew down for the weather.
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"Please attach the secondary routing mechanism and we will begin," Data instructed. "Hopefully the ship's systems have sustained enough residual charge to enable us to access the emergency
Tasha looked at him confused.
"Hook that blue cable into the power conduit and let's hope she's got enough juice left to do the rest," Geordi said to clarify.
The three of them along with Commander Riker had recently beamed aboard the Federation freighter Odin.
The ship had launched nine years ago as part of a long-term mining excursion near the Romulan Neutral Zone. It was to take a series of mineral samples and set up long-term scanning equipment on a variety of planets throughout a system rarely visited by Starfleet.
It had been due back at Starbase 12 following the completion of its mission.
That had been seven years prior.
The Odin had not been seen nor heard from since.
While en route to a routine science mission, the Enterprise had stumbled upon the vessel floating adrift.
After their hails went unanswered, a quick scan informed them it was a missing freighter.
Captain Picard had ordered an away team over to investigate. Their sensors had determined the ship was completely disabled and thus the team donned their EV suits.
When Geordi, Data, Tasha, and Commander Riker had beamed aboard, they were surprised to find the ship completely abandoned.
"It seems like whatever happened here, at least they managed to get away," Geordi said brightly.
"Or were captured," Riker suggested. "Romulans?"
They were relatively close to the Neutral Zone.
Tasha shook her head.
"They wouldn't leave a ship behind," Tasha said.
Romulans were the masters of covering their tracks. They knew not to leave any evidence behind.
"The only way to be certain will be to analyse the ship's logs," Data advised.
So, Data and Geordi had requested a mobile power source be sent over to 'jump' the computer for Data to access the records.
Riker set off to find and inspect the escape pods, while Tasha helped Geordi and Data set up the generator.
Tasha flipped the switch on the generator. The emergency lighting clicked on followed by the familiar hum of the computer.
"There we go!" Geordi said enthusiastically as he booted up the ship's logs.
Data quickly scanned the information. It took him 14.21 seconds to read the final ten days of the log and find the necessary information.
"I've got three escape pods launched down here," Riker's voice rang out from their combadges.
"Data to Enterprise," Data said as he tapped his combadge. "The Odin's logs report the ship collided with an asteroid on the return journey. The damage was too extensive to repair. They identified a nearby class M planet and launched their escape pods seven years, eighty-three days, and nine hours ago."
Once they were back aboard the Enterprise, Data input the coordinates for the planet where the Odin survivors had identified in their logs.
"Ready to begin orbit of Angel One, Captain," Geordi advised from the helm.
"Make it so, Lieutenant La Forge," Captain Picard ordered.
The Captain turned to Data.
"What kind of a place is this, Data?" the Captain asked.
There was little information available in Starfleet records regarding the planet. However, Data had read all available information upon their return. He advised the Bridge crew that the planet was sparsely populated due to its relatively cold climate. Outside of the main city, there was little life.
Technologically, Angel One was similar in development to mid-twentieth century Earth featuring electrical and geothermal power, antiquated computer technology, and relatively primitive healthcare in comparison to most Federation planets.
"Assuming any survivors made it this far, it must have taken months," Riker speculated.
The Enterprise was capable of travelling at speeds much faster than any freighter escape pod. At best, the escape pod had likely managed a speed of warp one.
"Five months, fourteen days, eleven hours, and two minutes," Data stated.
Over at Tactical, Tasha's sensors began to flash.
"Captain, we're receiving an audio signal from Angel One," Tasha informed him.
The Captain looked at Data.
"Is there any other pertinent information before we reply?" Picard asked.
"Angel One functions as a constitutional oligarchy. It is governed by a body consisting of six elected Mistresses and headed by a woman leader they refer to as The Elected One," Data explained.
Deanna grinned.
"It sounds a little like my own planet," Deanna said happily.
"Klingons appreciate strong women," Worf said with a grin.
Data warned the Captain that the information available was nearly six decades old. It was possible that the situation on Angel One had changed during that time.
"Starfleet records do indicate that men are prohibited from voting in elections, owning property, holding elected office, and are not permitted to attend Angel One's only higher education institution," Data said.
Captain Picard rubbed his chin as he considered this information.
It was possible that things had changed.
However, if they hadn't, it was vital that they didn't blow it. This was their first, and possibly only, chance at communication to recover the survivors.
"Counsellor, as this is a society dominated by women, would you like to make the initial contact?" Picard suggested.
"Of course, Sir," Deanna agreed.
"Hailing frequencies open, Counsellor," Tasha informed her.
Deanna sat up and cleared her throat.
"This is Counsellor Deanna Troi from the USS Enterprise," Deanna said as she introduced herself.
"I am Beata, the Elected One," a voice responded. "How may we assist you."
So far, so good. Tasha thought.
"The Federation has neglected to visit your planet for far too long. With your permission, we would like to correct that oversight," Deanna said.
It was a gamble.
But Deanna was sensing that this Beata was very hesitant of their presence. Furthermore, Beata took great pride in being in power. Deanna was hoping that if she capitulated that it would set Beata at ease.
"A diplomatic courtesy call is neither expected nor required," Beata replied curtly.
From across the Bridge, Data and Geordi exchanged a glance.
Deanna hadn't been expecting that reaction.
With no other choice, she decided it would be best to reveal the real motivation for their visit.
"We also come in search of possible survivors from one of our freighters," Deanna admitted.
There was a long pause.
"A brief visit will be tolerated," Beata replied.
"They've cut the transmission," Tasha advised as she noticed that Angel One had terminated the communication channel.
"Ever feel like you're not really wanted?" Geordi asked as he turned to Data.
Captain Picard looked over at Commander Riker.
It didn't need to be said aloud – everyone on the Bridge had gotten the message loud and clear.
Their reception was likely to be lukewarm at best.
Captain Picard stood up and turned to the back of the Bridge.
"Lieutenant, I'd like you to lead the away team," Captain Picard said to Tasha.
"Understood, sir," Tasha said.
She reached down and double checked her phaser charge.
"Counsellor, Mr Data, Number One. I want you down there as well," Picard ordered. "But given our chilly reception thus far, I'm putting Lieutenant Yar in charge of the away team. And I want Counsellor Troi and Lieutenant Yar to take the lead on any diplomatic negotiations."
"I think that's wise, sir," Riker concurred.
Inside the transporter room, the away team was waiting patiently for the Enterprise to reach optimal orbit to beam them down.
"And we think these survivors landed on this planet?" Miles asked.
During the wait, Data had filled him in on the details of their mission.
"It is the most likely outcome," Data replied.
"Could you imagine? Drifting for five months only to land on a planet where you aren't even allowed basic rights?" Miles asked in disbelief. "Bit of nasty shock I'd say."
Personnel files had indicated that the Captain of the ship was a man named Ramsey. Data had read that Ramsey and his crew were from a human colony on Ysivo VI. It was a Federation planet that was relatively well advanced in which gender equality was the norm.
"Transporter room, be advised we are approaching optimal range," Geordi's voice said.
"Away team, the strategic location of this planet so close to the Neutral Zone could prove of vital importance," Captain Picard advised.
For months there had been a flurry of activity along both sides of the Neutral Zone. The Klingons were reporting increased Romulan activity along their own borders and there were suspicions of Romulan sabotage at work in both the Federation and the Empire.
"We'll do our best to make a good impression, sir," Tasha responded.
"Show them no weakness," Deanna advised Tasha. "Commander Data, Commander Riker. It may be best for you to walk behind us when we arrive."
The two men nodded.
"And take your cues from us," Deanna recommended.
"Our appearance may prove unusual," Data suggested. "My research indicates that on Angel One, the women are aggressively dominant. Most of the women are physically larger and stronger than the men. As of sixty years ago, the average man was approximately 165 centimetres in height while the average woman was found to be 180 centimetres."
Commander Riker looked down at the petite counsellor and grinned.
"Looks like you're still short on this planet too," Riker laughed.
Their initial meeting with the ruling council did not go as planned.
Mistress Beata was evasive when questioned and did not seem interested in their overtures for peace.
Rather, it was as if their presence itself was a disruption.
Beata had informed them the council would need to caucus and take a vote before they would be seen again. She had snapped her fingers and ordered one of her assistants to remove the away team.
They were escorted down a corridor and shown into a lavishly decorated room. Their guide informed them it was an executive guest quarters and would provide them with sleeping quarters, a lavatory, and a small kitchen stocked with refreshments.
The entire space was decorated with art on the walls and strange brass sculptures. There was a seating area complete with soft cushions and an antechamber that led to a bedroom.
Off the back of the room was a sliding door that led out to a small balcony.
It was still light out, but Trent informed them that the planet did not experience many hours of sunlight during the autumn season.
"You will remain here until summoned," the man informed them.
His name was Trent. From their brief interaction, Data had surmised he was likely in the service of Mistress Beata. He couldn't determine if that relationship was professional or personal.
Once the door was shut, Tasha swept the room with her tricorder.
"This room is secure," Tasha advised once the scan was complete. "We can talk."
The four of them turned to one another and simultaneously looked to Counsellor Troi.
They were eager to know what she'd read in that room.
"There was much fear in that room," Deanna said.
"Paranoia, I'd say," Riker added.
"It was clear their behaviour was an effort to hide something," Data said in agreement.
It was a relief to know he had read the room the same way as his human companions. During his first twenty-six years of activation, there were times he had struggled to grasp the subtleties of human communication.
However, since coming aboard the Enterprise, he'd made great strides in understanding the nuances of body language, intonation, and inflection.
"But fear of what?" Riker asked. "What could they possibly be afraid of?"
"I cannot say. It wasn't focused. I sensed that they were not all concerned for the same reason," Deanna described.
With so many people in the room, it had been difficult to clearly distinguish one person from another – especially with such strong emotions coming from numerous individuals.
"I would theorise there are survivors from the Odin on this planet," Data said.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Absolutely," Riker said. "Otherwise why would they be so circumspect?"
"As Mistress Beata is so fond of saying, good question," Tasha teased.
Back aboard the Enterprise, Captain Picard had stepped into his Ready Room to receive a priority one communication from Starfleet Command.
When the message was over, Captain Picard sat back in his chair. He closed his eyes and sighed.
For months they'd been monitoring increased Romulan activity.
Now, it seemed there was a delegation of Romulan warships that had been detected along the Federation border of the Neutral Zone.
Knowing what he did about Romulan strategy, Captain Picard suspected this was an attempt to goad the Federation into firing first.
Starfleet Command was assembling all available ships in the area for a show of force along the Neutral Zone. As the 'heavy gun,' the Enterprise had been summoned and was expected to report as soon as the away team completed their mission.
Captain Picard got up from his desk and stepped back on to the Bridge.
"Mr Worf, I want all hands prepared to make a jump at warp nine to the Neutral Zone as soon as the away team is finished," Picard ordered.
"Trouble, Captain?" Worf inquired.
"We're insurance," Picard informed him. "One of our long-range border sensors has detected a contingent of Romulan battle-cruisers."
Captain Picard strolled across the Bridge toward the turbolift.
"Walk with me Worf," Picard ordered.
The Captain waved his hand and indicated Worf should step onto the lift with him.
"You have the Bridge, Lieutenant La Forge," Picard commanded.
The lift doors closed, and Captain Picard ordered the turbolift to take them down to deck ten.
"We're ordered to rendezvous with the USS Berlin near the outpost on Calder II," Picard explained.
Worf was familiar with the location. Calder II housed a medium-sized scientific outpost. It was a common target for Romulan activity as the planet was home to significant Romulan historical artifacts.
The turbolift gently slid to a stop and the two men stepped off of it and into the corridor.
"They are requesting assistance as soon as-" Captain Picard stopped.
He'd been hit smack in the middle of the face with a snowball.
He wiped the wetness from his eyes and looked over to see young Ensign Crusher and his classmate with their hands full of the powdery, white substance.
"Mr Crusher?" Picard questioned.
Wesley didn't hesitate to own up to his mistake.
"I'm sorry, sir," Wesley said. "We finished our ski lesson and were goofing around. I shouldn't have thrown this in the corridor."
"Quite right," Picard agreed.
Despite his discomfort around children, Captain Picard found Mr Crusher's honesty refreshing.
Suddenly, the smell of something pungent caught his nose. Captain Picard sniffed a few times, attempting to identify the strange odour.
"What is that smell?" Picard asked, bearing a look of disgust.
Worf inhaled. He closed his eyes in delight.
"Mhhmm, yes," he said in a low voice.
To the Klingon, the scent was both familiar and pleasurable.
"Slightly reminiscent of Night Blooming Throngi, Captain. From home," Worf said as the scent triggered memories of his childhood on Khitomer. "Quite stimulating, would you say?"
"No!" Picard replied without hesitation.
He realised as soon as he'd said it that perhaps he'd been a tad quick in his response.
To Captain Picard, the smell was not pleasing. However, he had not meant to insult something Worf clearly enjoyed.
"I don't smell anything," Wesley said, attempting to redirect the conversation.
Both men looked at him in disbelief – Picard wondering how Wesley couldn't detect the pungent odour that had permeated the corridor and Worf trying to figure out how the young man could ignore such a satisfying smell.
"But I'm pretty congested from being out in the snow," Wesley added.
Meanwhile, the away team was still waiting in the guest quarters. It had been over an hour since Trent had left them there awaiting a summons from Mistress Beata.
Data had already scanned through all of the literature available in the room. Most of it appeared to be fiction from the planet – nothing particularly noteworthy or deep, but it reinforced the general theme of the woman being the dominant partner in society.
After he'd finished processing all of the available information, Data had informed the others of his findings.
"If these pieces of literature accurately represent the current social structure on Angel One, it would seem they have a strict social caste. In the lowest, working-class relationships tend to be structured around family with partners sharing most responsibilities although still lack the same rights," Data explained.
He went on to describe a merchant class that consisted of guilds of artists and tradespeople. It seemed most of the women in this class had at least one male partner that typically fulfilled a domestic role – caring for the household and functioned as the primary caretaker for children.
"At the top of the power structure are Beata and the other elected Mistresses," Data informed them. "Typically they will bond anywhere from three to five male partners to them that function as lovers, overseers of their personal affairs and households, and personal attendants."
Deanna laughed.
"Three to five men to see to cater to my every need?" Deanna asked rhetorically. "It sounds like a paradise."
Tasha's brow furrowed as she looked at Deanna.
"Deanna? You can't possibly believe that!" Tasha exclaimed.
"Although the men on this planet aren't really my type, I wouldn't mind having a couple of them to help me unwind after a long day or take care of my appointment scheduling," Deanna said with a grin.
"It's horrible," Tasha said, utterly aghast. "No rights. No freedoms. Nothing more than slaves."
"I'm with Tasha on this one," Riker said. "It's certainly not any relationship if the power balance is unequal."
"While I agree with you that the lack of equality is shocking, we have seen no evidence that these men are being mistreated," Deanna argued. "I sense no resentment or fear."
Tasha shifted uncomfortably.
"How can they? They have no rights. You don't bite the hand that feeds you," Tasha said. "And how can you claim there's no mistreatment? Their very existence is nothing more than servitude."
Tasha closed her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure.
Angel One may have lacked the violence and gritty conditions of Turkana, but the caste system was eerily similar. The way they treated these men was comparable to how various warlords treated their consorts.
"A gilded cage is still a cage, Deanna," Tasha said resolutely.
As Deanna looked at Tasha, she understood.
Deanna felt awful.
It had not been her intention to awaken memories in her friend. However, Deanna understood that even in jest, mocking the predicament of these men had been wrong.
"I am sorry, Tasha," Deanna said as she gripped her friend's hand.
"No, I'm sorry. I know you didn't mean anything by it," Tasha assured her.
Deanna shook her head.
"But you're right. These men have no freedoms," Deanna said.
She looked over to Commander Riker.
"And there can be no relationship without equality," Deanna commented as she locked eyes with her Imzadi. "Anything less is unacceptable."
Riker grinned back at her.
"In my study of humanoid psychology, it would seem most monogamous and polyamorous relationships believe success lies in having an equitable relationship in all aspects," Data said awkwardly from across the room. "An equal power structure in matters of household responsibilities, familial roles, and sexual intimacy is considered highly desirable."
"The old give and take," Riker said.
Riker stepped over and clapped Data on the back.
"Very wise, my friend," Riker said in agreement.
"For example, I have found the act of copulation to be far more gratifying with a partner that is willing to continue following their orgasm so that I may achieve my own-" Data stopped talking as he caught sight of Tasha.
She was wide-eyed, staring at him in panic.
"I must apologise," Data said quickly. "I fear I have overstepped the guidelines of suitable conversation. Please forgive me. It was not my intention to steer the conversation in such an inappropriate direction."
Tasha looked mortified.
Deanna could sense Data was feeling embarrassed. She knew Tasha was an incredibly private person. For months, she'd brushed off all attempts by Beverly and Deanna to draw out the juicy details of their relationship.
As a Betazoid, Deanna's culture was quite open about intimacy.
On the other hand, Beverly was just morbidly curious.
That said, Deanna could tell her friend was feeling uncomfortable about having the personal details of her relationship aired in such a fashion.
Before Deanna could comment, Will Riker's own perceptive nature beat her to the punch.
"There's no shame in being a generous lover," Riker assured him. "Besides, if your standard operating procedure is enough to get your partner off first, that's a rare talent, my friend."
It seemed that once again Will Riker had underestimated his android friend – and misread the room.
"Typically most women find that to be elusive without some form of assistance," Riker explained. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. I find it can be quite enjoyable."
Riker cast a knowing glance back at Deanna who was not amused.
"Will, please," Deanna said in an attempt to discourage further conversation.
Riker shrugged.
"Clearly Mr Data knows his way around more than just a warp core," Riker said. "And you know me, always eager to learn."
Commander Riker winked at Data.
Tasha looked down at the floor and ran her hand through her hair.
This is not happening. She told herself.
"But Commander, there is nothing I could possibly teach you. Physiology is unique among individuals which is why communication is a necessary component of any intimate activity," Data said methodically. "However, I am programmed in a variety of techniques and can advised of a number of positions that will allow an angle of sufficient-"
"Data," Tasha said as she looked up at him pleadingly.
"I could just send you a report, sir," Data said.
It was impossible for him to ignore Tasha's glare.
"A report based solely on the theoretical knowledge ingrained in my informational storage bank and not my own personal experience in the matter," Data added quickly in an effort to cover his mistake.
Desperate for something to distract from the awkwardness that had settled among the away team, Data quickly scanned the room.
His eyes settled on an atomiser on a nearby end table.
Data picked it up and squeezed the end of the nozzle. He'd intentionally aimed it at his face in hopes of drawing attention away from the conversation.
"Interesting. An alcohol-based synthetic, artificially reproducing a floral scent," Data commented.
Deanna got up from the plush sofa and stepped over to the end table.
"What a lovely perfume," she said as she inhaled the flowery scent.
"Certain cultures consider perfume an aphrodisiac," Will Riker said from the corner.
His mind was still wholly focused on one subject.
"How does stimulation of the olfactory nerves affect the enjoyment of sex?" Data inquired honestly.
Tasha was about to lose her cool.
Fortunately, the doors swung open, and Trent entered.
"The Elected One will see you now," he informed them. "Please follow me."
Their second meeting with the council and Mistress Beata was nearly as disastrous as the first.
They learned that Ramsey and the other survivors of the Odin had, in fact, landed on the planet nearly seven years earlier. Much to Beata's dismay, the men had proven to be a thorn in her side.
The away team was able to glean from Beata's tone that the Odin survivors had caused a significant disturbance to their way of life. In particular, Captain Ramsey was considered to be dangerous.
Tasha assured the council that if they were to turn over the survivors, the Enterprise was eager to shuttle them away.
"If you deliver these men to us, we will have them off your planet immediately," Tasha guaranteed them.
"If they were mine to deliver, I would do so without hesitation," Beata retorted.
At that moment, the team realised their mission had suddenly gotten much more complicated.
It seemed Ramsey and his men had fled into the wilderness years earlier. They were wanted as criminals.
The Odin survivors were suspected to be the driving force behind a growing movement calling for equality on Angel One.
"The quicker you can rid us of these fugitives, the better," Beata said. "Their unreasonable demands upset the natural order."
"Using the technology of the Enterprise, we might be able to find these men," Deanna suggested.
"I assumed as much," Beata said sharply. "But be warned. These men are incredibly dangerous."
Deanna was right. With the technology at their disposal, the Enterprise should be capable of finding a way to quickly locate the survivors. They had a number of tools at their disposal including their standard sensors like thermal and life-sign detectors as well as mineral scans and isotopic sensors that would be capable of detecting the unique signature from the escape pod crash site.
Unfortunately, many of these methods would take at least forty-eight hours to completely scan a planet like Angel One.
Tasha's instincts told her that Beata's patience may not last that long.
"Data, what's the best way to go about finding Ramsey and the other survivors?" Tasha asked.
Beata looked outraged.
"You look to a man for answers?" Beata hissed.
Tasha felt a flash of anger.
"Lieutenant Commander Data is-" Tasha started to say hotly.
"An android," Deanna finished for her.
'I know you want to defend him, but this isn't the time,' Deanna communicated to her friend telepathically.
"Android?" Beata questioned.
Data nodded.
"Although I am anatomically male, I am a synthetically constructed sentient being," Data explained.
Beata got up and began to circle Data.
"So you don't possess the kind of inferior male brain plagued by irrationality and emotion?" Beata asked. "Prone to hysterics. Lacking the emotional composure for leadership."
"I am constructed from tripolymer and duranium alloys, a reinforced skeletal structure, and molybdenum-cobalt alloy musculature protected by a bioplast sheathing that functions much like human skin," Data said as recited his specifications. "My total linear computational speed is rated at sixty-trillion operations per second."
Beata reached out and gripped his bicep.
"Reinforced indeed," she said as she squeezed his artificial musculature.
"Please remove your hand," Data requested.
He didn't like to be touched without granting permission. In asserting his own personhood, it was a critical line to draw.
Contrary to Data's request, Beata did not seem keen to comply.
"I said please remove your hand," Data repeated.
Tasha was about to intervene when Beata made a move to touch his face.
With android reflexes, Data's hand shot out and stopped her – centimetres from his jaw.
"I did not consent to be touched in this manner," Data stated.
"You seem to be much stronger than our men," Beata commented, impressed.
"As I have explained, I am an android. My strength and reflexes are far superior to that of any humanoid," Data said stiffly.
He felt uncomfortable. Something about the manner in which Beata was looking at him was reminiscent of humans he'd encountered in the past.
He'd seen that look before.
She was fascinated by his specifications, his unique nature.
But to her, he was nothing more than a machine.
A toy.
Something to entertain her and then be discarded when the next shiny attraction came along.
"An amusing notion," Beata said in a low voice.
For a moment they stared hard at one another.
Then, Data released her hand.
"If we can isolate something unique to the Odin survivors, perhaps an element not otherwise found on Angel One, we can drastically reduce the scan time," Data said, hoping to focus the conversation back to their mission.
But Beata's mind was fixated on this mysterious android.
She turned and studied Commander Riker.
Like the android, he was also much taller than the men of her planet.
Men on Angel One often sought to appear demure. Petite men in particular were valued for their beauty. But these men from the Enterprise – with their unusual height and broad shoulders- were entirely foreign.
Just like Ramsey and his men. Beata thought bitterly.
"Mistress Beata?" Tasha prompted.
She'd been attempting to get her permission to utilise their library for the last two minutes.
Beata looked down for a moment to compose herself before turning back to the away team.
"Forgive me," Beata said. "It's just that you two are so different compared to the men of this planet."
Tasha followed Beata's line of sight to Data and Commander Riker.
She didn't need Deanna's abilities to see that the Elected One was completely enamoured.
"Do we have your permission to access your library?" Tasha asked again.
"Yes," Beata said in a faraway voice. "Trent, see to their needs. Maybe these two men can teach you a thing or two."
Beata snapped her fingers and Trent stepped forward.
"Lieutenant, please remain here. I would like to learn more about your Enterprise," Beata instructed.
'Don't back down,' Deanna said to Tasha telepathically. 'You must show no weakness.'
The Angel One library was primitive by Starfleet standards, but it did hold the information necessary. In line with Data's estimation of the technology being similar to mid-twentieth century Earth, the library was filled with antique paper-based books.
Commander Riker and Deanna browsed through the section on the planet's geographic and political history.
Data quickly located a section on Angel One's geology and set to work.
Using his android abilities, he flipped through the pages so quickly they blurred.
Once he was finished with the first book, he looked up to find Trent staring at him.
The man's mouth was agape.
"May I help you?" Data asked.
Trent lowered his eyes and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, sir," Trent said bashfully.
Data could empathise. It was likely the first time the man had ever seen such a feat.
"It's just, well, I could never compete with that," Trent added sadly as he motioned to Data.
"But you are human," Data reminded him. "You are not designed this way."
From Trent's reaction, Data could sense his words had not had the desired effect.
"What I mean to say is, there is nothing wrong with being human," Data assured him. "There are a great many things you are capable of that my synthetic nature prohibits me from experiencing."
From across the library, Deanna could sense the change in Trent's feelings.
She got up from the table where she had been working with Will and quietly padded along the bookshelves to a place where she could eavesdrop on Data and Trent's conversation.
"I've been bonded to Beata for nine years," Trent explained. "I thought I was so lucky."
Trent told Data about his upbringing. As the son of a relatively prominent former council member, Trent's mother had promised him to Beata when he was still a teen. At the time, he had been thrilled at the prospect.
After all, the life of male consort to the council was considered a great honour.
However, Trent had quickly learned the reality of such an existence was anything but a delight.
As Beata's most trusted consort, he was responsible for overseeing her household. He helped her dress in the morning, saw to her daily schedule, and was the primary host for all formal government functions.
"And I have to maintain my appearance. It's exhausting," Trent confessed. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. Thankfully, she hasn't asked for children yet."
He looked around to ensure there was no one else present.
"When Ramsey and his men first arrived, I thought we had finally found the leader we needed to set us free," Trent said in a hushed voice. "But the resistance is nothing more than an idea now. Many are afraid to speak out since the great crackdown."
Data considered the possibility that this line of conversation could be a trap intended to suss out the away team's true purpose.
He decided to proceed with caution.
"What was the great crackdown?" Data inquired.
Trent explained that several months after their arrival, Ramsey and his men had become involved with a group known as the Angel One Equality Movement. With Ramsey's influence, they had brought together a powerful coalition of merchants and tradesmen to petition the council to consider their demands.
In retaliation, Beata had sent her forces to stamp out the leaders.
Their homes and businesses were seized, the office of the Equality Movement was destroyed, many people were arrested, and two of the leaders were put to death.
The next day, Ramsey and his men had fled into the wilderness with a number of their followers.
"There are occasional whispers about their activities," Trent explained. "And the tide is changing. In the last opinion poll nearly forty percent of the capital city supports some of the equality reforms."
Deanna could sense that Trent's intentions were honest.
He really did support equality but felt trapped in a system that didn't permit him to do so openly.
"Do your women treat you like this?" Trent asked Data. "Because you're an android? Do they ever treat you like you're less than human?"
Data stopped and looked up at the young man.
"Sometimes," Data answered truthfully. "I have certainly met a great number of people that do not view me as a sentient being deserving of the same rights of personhood as other humanoids."
"What about your leader, the Lieutenant? And the Counsellor?" Trent inquired. "It seems you and Riker are well treated."
Data nodded.
"Lieutenant Yar and Counsellor Troi recognise my sentience and treat others with respect," Data said. "In particular, they have both been instrumental in helping me learn to better assert my own rights."
"Surely we can reach an equitable agreement," Beata insisted.
It was her third attempt to make an offer to purchase Commander Data.
"Again, Data is a person," Tasha replied coolly. "And he is not for sale."
They were walking along a stone path that lined an outdoor garden. Given the season, most of the plant life was dormant. However, Beata assured her that during the warm months it was full of life and greenery.
"We could pay you to construct another," Beata suggested.
Tasha stopped.
"He is a person," Tasha repeated slowly.
She wasn't sure what else she could say to explain to Beata that there was no possibility she was ever going to get Data.
"And he is the only one of his kind in existence," Tasha went on. "A completely unique lifeform."
"He certainly is," Beata said knowingly.
As they strolled throughout the grounds of the capital complex, Beata was full of questions.
"Why wasn't he programmed to be submissive?" Beata inquired.
The Elected One had been shocked by Data's refusal of her earlier.
Tasha was disgusted.
"We don't do that," Tasha said quickly. "In Starfleet all genders have equality in their rights and opportunities."
Beata stopped and turned to face Tasha.
"So you're saying our way is wrong?" Beata asked defensively.
Tasha remembered Captain Picard's request that they tread carefully. This planet could prove to be of strategic importance against the Romulans.
However, she also recalled Deanna's warning not to back down.
"Beata, I was born on a planet where women were often treated as you treat your men," Tasha explained. "Only we didn't have a government or society with rules. There was famine, and war, and poverty."
Beata's features were etched with a dour look.
"Women don't have rights?" Beata questioned.
To her, this was such an unheard-of concept that it was hard to grasp.
It went against everything she knew.
"On my homeworld they sell people, especially women, as slaves," Tasha described. "It's a horrible existence, Mistress Beata."
"We would never treat our men in that manner," Beata replied, offended by Tasha's comparison.
Tasha decided to try a different approach.
"What do you like about Commander Riker and Data?" Tasha asked bluntly.
Beata paused, uncertain where to start.
"I find them fascinating," Beata admitted. "No man has ever refused me. It seems the men in your Starfleet have something that our men lack. There's something so powerful about the way they assert themselves, the manner in which you converse, their ability to think and plan."
Beata sighed.
"And I'll admit that I find myself strangely attracted to your ship's android," Beata stated.
Internally, she loathed to admit it, but Beata was beginning to understand why some of the women on Angel One had found Ramsey and his men attractive.
"In Starfleet, we value the independence and rights of others. We find relationships work best when the power dynamic between partners is equal," Tasha explained. "We don't expect a partner to be subservient."
"Like your android? He is quite strong," Beata commented. "And certainly strong-willed."
Tasha couldn't help herself. She grinned.
"Would you permit Data to remain for a time?" Beata tried. "Perhaps we could learn from him."
"No," Tasha said as she shook her head. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible."
Tasha could tell Beata was displeased with this answer.
"Then perhaps dinner?" Beata suggested. "I would be keen to learn more about his unique nature."
"I will permit it if he agrees to it," Tasha said, compromising with Beata.
Tasha wasn't sure what Data would say, but it certainly would hurt to offer him the option. It allowed her to save face with Beata while still retaining Data's right to decide for himself.
Suddenly, Tasha's combadge pinged.
"Worf to away team," Worf's voice rang out.
"Go ahead, Worf," Tasha replied as she tapped her badge.
"I've taken over the Bridge as Captain Picard appears to have come down with some kind of infection," Worf informed her. "You should also be aware that we've been ordered to Starbase 112 to provide a presence to deter a contingent of Romulan battle cruisers."
It was a lot of information to process.
"Bridge, please repeat. Did you say Romulan battle cruisers?" Tasha asked to clarify.
"Aye," Worf replied. "Romulan battle cruisers have been detected along the Neutral Zone."
Tasha scratched the back of her head.
She was about to ask Worf how much time they had before they were expected to report, when he anticipated her question.
"We are expected to report as soon as you have completed the rescue of the Odin survivors," Worf said.
"About that," Tasha explained. "We're going to need your help. Standby."
Captain Picard was down in Sickbay checking on the status of the virus. Doctor Crusher had taken the precaution of isolating the students in Wesley's class after they all appeared to fall victim to some kind of virus.
Each of the students had developed similar symptoms – fever, sneezing, coughing, general aches, and fatigue. They were growing increasingly dehydrated and weakened.
Thus far, there was nothing Beverly could do to mitigate the symptoms. Whatever virus had infected the students was unknown.
Worst of all, it appeared to be spreading.
Captain Picard gripped the back of a chair to steady himself.
Beverly stopped and set down her latest report.
She gripped her tricorder and began to scan the Captain.
"This is quite unnecessary, Doctor," Picard said as he brushed her off.
"You're infected with the virus," Beverly said as she read his temperature.
It was high.
Much too high.
"Captain, in my opinion you are no longer physically able to effectively command this vessel," Beverly advised.
She knew Jean-Luc would never openly admit it – but he was dangerously dehydrated.
Beverly gave him a hypospray to help alleviate some of the muscle aches and congestion.
"I have an away team down there, in less than friendly territory," Picard replied.
His voice was strained as he tried to hide his discomfort.
"And I have an appointment with several Romulan battlecruisers," Picard added.
He was breathing heavily.
Suddenly, the room was warm.
Jean-Luc closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath.
Beverly opened the top drawer of the closest storage cabinet. She retrieved a cold pack and cracked the material to activate it.
"You have an appointment in your cabin, Captain," Beverly said as she placed the cooling pack on the back of his neck.
Captain Picard was grateful that she hadn't waited for permission. There was a growing feeling of nausea in his stomach.
"I just need a moment," Picard replied as he worked to control his breathing.
"No, you need to rest," Beverly said.
Her tone was firm as she sought to assert her authority.
Jean-Luc may have been the Captain.
But as the Chief Medical Officer, Beverly was the one person who could give him an order.
"Doctor, I'm just a little warm," Picard protested. "I'll be fine in a few seconds."
Beverly shook her head.
She knew he was fighting to keep his composure. Beverly had known Jean-Luc long enough to understand that his commitment to duty wouldn't permit him to rest.
"I don't have time for you to be stubborn, sir," Beverly explained. "Come on, I'll help you to your quarters."
"Is that an order, Doctor?" Picard asked honestly.
"Yes," Beverly assured him as she helped him up.
As it turned out, Data had been able to find an element unique to Ramsey and his men. Angel One had no platinum and Ramsey's wings as a freighter pilot would have contained platinum.
They had radioed the Bridge and requested they begin immediately scanning for platinum on the surface of the planet.
Beata had ordered the guests to return to the rooms where they had been held before to wait while the Enterprise conducted its scan.
Trent had shown them back down the corridor.
Once more, the four officers found themselves alone in the room.
Deanna had sensed there was something Tasha wanted to discuss with Data alone.
So, she had asked Will to accompany her out to the balcony to give them a moment of privacy.
"Data, Beata has requested your presence for dinner," Tasha informed him.
A dark look fell on Data's face.
"I told her I would permit it if, and only if, you consented," Tasha continued. "It is entirely your decision."
Data weighed the possibility.
On one hand, the Captain had made clear they had a responsibility to tread softly. Data theorised that Beata would be offended if he were to refuse her offer.
Furthermore, Angel One's unique position may prove valuable in maintaining peace along the Neutral Zone.
At the same time, Data was deeply disconcerted about Beata's motivations. She had eyed him like a piece of candy, and it was unsettling.
Data had already experienced more than his fair share of being treated as nothing more than a toy for amusement by some. He had no desire to repeat the experience.
Having to constantly assert his personhood was exhausting.
Tasha gripped his hands.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Tasha assured him.
Data hesitated to respond.
The mission was vital.
"Data-" Tasha started to say.
"I will attend," Data answered firmly.
"I will not wear this," Data stated.
The Enterprise was still working to scan the surface of the planet in their hunt for the Odin survivors. Data, Tasha, Commander Riker, and Deanna were still waiting in the same room.
After Tasha had informed Beata that Data would be willing to join her for dinner, Trent had shown up shortly thereafter sporting an extra set of traditional clothing for the android.
"Part of this mission is diplomatic," Riker advised. "We honour our hosts when we wear indigenous apparel."
"I see no practical purpose in this garment, nor do I find it appealing," Data replied as he eyed the blue and purple garment with disgust.
Commander Riker took the hanger from Data and observed the piece.
"On Kabatris I had to wear furs to meet the leadership council," Riker recalled. "And on Armus Nine I wore feathers."
He passed the garment back to Data.
"It's not so bad," Riker said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll look great."
Tasha took the garment from Data and set it down on the table.
"If he said he's not wearing it, then he's not wearing it," she snapped.
Commander Riker grinned.
"This objection doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Beata is a woman, and an attractive one, does it?" Riker teased.
The First Officer felt liked touched a nerve.
"Of course not!" Tasha replied indignantly. "If one of our officers is uncomfortable parading around on display like some kind of eye candy, then they have every right to refuse."
Riker put his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry, Tasha," Riker apologised. "Maybe I'm just a wee hurt that Beata didn't pick me."
It was an attempt at humour to lighten the mood.
However, both Deanna and Will could sense it was a sensitive topic for the pair.
Deanna surmised it had something to do with Data's traumatic first years after activation and she made a mental note to mention it at their next therapy session.
"I think Commander Data should be free to choose what he does with his own body," Deanna remarked.
"Thank you, Counsellor," Data replied with a short nod.
He turned to Tasha.
"I would like to continue wearing my own uniform," Data said.
Tasha beamed.
She was incredibly proud of him for refusing to wear it and for standing up to Commander Riker.
Unfortunately, Data's refusal to dress in traditional Angel One attire had resulted in the opposite of his desired effect.
Data had quickly picked up on Beata's gaze when he entered the room. It was evident by the way she was staring at him that she found his refusal amusing rather than off-putting.
Meals among the council were taken in the grand dining hall.
Data was seated at one end next to Mistress Beata.
Deanna, Tasha, and Will were escorted to another table on the opposite side of the room.
"You have refused our gift of traditional clothing," Beata commented as Data sat down next to her.
"The garment served no practical purpose," Data replied.
It was Data's intention to retain a polite yet firm position.
He thought that perhaps, if he played into the human misperceptions about his android nature, she would grow disinterested.
With that in mind, Data tried to exploit any opportunity presented to appear aloof and robotic.
"An amusing notion," Beata said.
She picked up her wine glass and swirled it around.
"Is your physical makeup susceptible to environmental conditions like temperature and weather?" Beata inquired.
"No," Data answered.
Beata grinned.
"Then why do you wear clothing at all?" Beata asserted. "It would seem to serve no practical purpose."
Suddenly, Data felt very small.
Beata had backed him into a corner with his own logic.
It took Data 1.43 seconds to formulate an appropriate response.
"Starfleet regulation dictates that all officers must adhere to uniform code," Data explained.
"But you're not on the Enterprise," Beata countered.
"While on duty," Data added.
A part of Data was beginning to regret agreeing to join Beata for dinner.
It was clear she was quite clever and fully intent in putting Data on edge.
Data scanned the room until he spotted Tasha.
She was deep in conversation with Deanna and Commander Riker.
"You have not touched your meal," Beata noted as she observed his plate.
Although Data had been intrigued about the cuisine – in particular with his newfound sense of taste – he wished to make himself as dull as possible.
Beata stabbed one of the native Polpat fruits on his plate and offered it to him.
"I do not require nourishment," Data clarified.
"You know, I think we could learn a great deal from you, Data," Beata said.
Data recoiled as she reached out and to touch his shoulder.
"Please remove your hand," Data replied.
Beata sat back in her chair and smirked.
"You know there's something very attractive about a man that would dare to refuse the Elected One," Beata explained. "It's forbidden on our world."
"I am an android," Data reminded her.
Beata nodded slowly.
"There's also something oddly arousing about the notion of a man or android," she leered. "that's physically as strong, or in your case, stronger than our women."
She took a sip of her wine as she contemplated her next ploy.
"We have much to offer you," Beata tried. "If you were to remain behind you could partake in all we have to offer. The knowledge of our world at your fingertips."
She was hoping to tempt him to remain.
Data had not turned away, keeping his gaze locked on Tasha as he tried to remain calm.
Beata followed his eyeline across the room.
All of sudden, Beata understood.
At least, she thought she grasped what was happening.
"Whatever she has given you, I can give you more," Beata said in an effort to entice him.
Data's artificial breathing system was having trouble maintaining its typical rhythm.
He wanted this dinner to be over.
He longed to return to the Enterprise.
"I am a Starfleet officer," Data replied. "Although your offer is generous, I have no desire to leave the Enterprise."
Beata chewed on the inside of her lip as she studied the way Data was looking at the Lieutenant.
"What is it you desire?" Beata inquired.
Data turned toward the elected one for the first time during their dinner.
"Nothing that you have to offer," Data replied politely.
A silence fell between the two.
"Now, I would be more than happy to discuss any range of topics including diplomacy, history, architecture, geology, botany-" Data started to say.
"Enough," Beata said coldly as she cut him off.
Data breathed a sigh of relief.
It appeared that his tendency to babble had finally succeeded in putting Beata off.
Beata casually pushed the food on her plate around with a fork. As the leader of Angel One, she wasn't accustomed to being refused anything – especially by a man.
Moreover, she felt that Lieutenant Yar had been dishonest in her intentions when Beata had made numerous offers to purchase Data.
The Lieutenant had never mentioned that Data was her android.
Beata had to know. She had to confirm her suspicion.
Because if it were true, it would cast a shadow on all diplomatic relations with the Federation.
"So tell me android," Beata pondered aloud. "Are you the Lieutenant bonded?"
Data accessed his internal informational databank surrounding the information he'd learned about Angel One's culture.
"In the context of your culture, yes. That would be an accurate assessment," Data answered.
Beata snapped her fingers.
Trent approached the table on command.
Beata turned and whispered to him.
Data watched as Trent made a beeline for the table where Deanna, Will, and Tasha were seated.
"Uh-oh," Riker said as Trent approached them.
"I am sensing anger and resentment from Beata," Deanna advised.
"The Elected One would like to speak with you, Lieutenant," Trent explained.
Tasha nodded and got up from the table.
'Show no weakness' Deanna reminded her telepathically.
Tasha nodded briefly to Deanna to indicate that she got her message.
Squaring her shoulders, she approached the head table.
With a snap of her fingers, Beata ordered the council member to her left to leave.
"Please," Beata instructed as she motioned to the recently vacated seat. "Join us."
"Thank you," Tasha replied.
She stepped around the table and slipped into the seat next to Beata.
A moment later, Trent produced a clean glass of wine and a new plate of food for Tasha.
"I must compliment you, Lieutenant," Beata said in a tone that indicated she was displeased. "You successfully managed to manipulate me to protect your own interest."
Tasha turned to Beata, confused.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," Tasha replied sincerely.
Beata felt a swell of pride. In her mind, she had just caught the Federation in their own game.
"All afternoon you insisted that the android was not for sale," Beata explained. "You refused all offers for trade or purchase. You rejected my request to share and learn."
Tasha scoffed in disbelief.
"We don't sell people, Beata," Tasha insisted.
"You never mentioned he belonged to you," Beata snapped.
Both Data and Tasha felt terrible. It seemed their diplomatic mission was quickly going off the rails.
Tasha decided to pursue a diplomatic approach, hopeful that clarification would diffuse the tension.
"The Lieutenant Commander and I are partners," Tasha said in an effort to explain the difference. "We are equal partners in a mutual relationship."
Tasha went on to reiterate that their relationship was based on respect and recognising one another's rights. She stressed that Data was an individual and free to make his own decisions.
Beata rolled her eyes.
"Don't think I can't see exactly what's going on here," Beata sneered. "The room is rank with your deception."
Tasha took a deep breath.
"What possible reason could we have to deceive you?" Tasha asked in earnest.
"Good question," Beata retorted.
She picked up her glass of wine and downed it.
Angrily, she snapped her fingers and Trent came running to refill her glass.
"I anticipated this," Beata said.
Data and Tasha looked at one another, speechless.
"I know what you're up to," Beata informed them.
"Then please enlighten us because we have no clue as to what you are referring to," Data commented.
Beata glared at Data.
His odd charm was no longer welcome, and Beata's nerves had grown thin.
"You preyed on my feelings. Offered us something exotic in hopes of luring me into this trap," Beata hissed. "In hopes that I would be tempted by this android."
Tasha was struggling to wrap her head around Beata's accusation. She still didn't quite follow where the Elected One was heading with it.
"You used the information I confided in you to order him to be more alluring," Beata alleged. "In hopes that I would take him into my household."
Data's eyebrows shot upwards. Tasha's mouth fell open.
"And once he was a part of my household, he would be your puppet," Beata went on. "A Federation spy intent on controlling Angel One behind the scenes."
Tasha laughed. She couldn't help it. The entire situation was too ridiculous.
"Beata, I don't know where you concocted that idea, but I can assure you the last thing-" Tasha tried to say.
But the Elected One would hear none of it.
"Don't make the mistake of assuming I'm a fool," Beata drawled as she swirled her wine. "I've seen the way he looks at you. The android is your's and you're here to overthrow me."
Beata set her glass down on the table.
She turned to Tasha and gripped the front of her uniform.
"I've survived worse takeover threats than you," Beata snarled.
The commotion at the front end of the dining hall had caught the attention of the other council members, their families, and the guests.
"This doesn't look good," Will advised.
"Tasha's got it under control," Deanna said.
Remembering Deanna's advice to show no weakness, Tasha grabbed Beata's hand.
"I have a Galaxy class ship in orbit with over 1400 people onboard complete with weapons capabilities and technologies your people are centuries from accomplishing," Tasha said in a stern tone.
Tasha increased her grip – grateful for Worf's insistence that she add hand grip exercises to their routine a year earlier.
"Your planet can barely bake bread," Tasha added.
Tasha released Beata's hand.
"If our intention was to overthrow you, it would have already happened," Tasha informed her.
Beata let go of Tasha's uniform and sat back in her chair.
She cleared her throat, adjusted her shirt, and attempted to pick up the pieces of her pride.
Tasha had just embarrassed the Elected One in front of a room of council delegates.
In the back of the room, Will Riker was concerned that her actions would lead to a further disintegration of the already shaky relationship between Angel One and the Federation.
However, Deanna could sense Tasha's response had been accurate.
Based on Deanna's advice and her own instincts, Tasha had decided it was best to react to Beata's accusation in the same manner Turkanan clan lords determined their rights of succession – and it had proven to be correct.
"La Forge to away team," Geordi's voice rang out from Tasha's combadge.
"Go ahead," Tasha replied.
"We've located the platinum signal," Geordi advised.
Although they had located the platinum signal, they weren't able to pick up any life signs. However, the unique rock composition on Angel One had caused significant interference with the sensor array.
"That's alright, Geordi," Data said in response.
Data knew that it would take another eight hours to adapt the ship's sensors to filter out the interference and rescan the area. They didn't have that kind of time.
"The platinum signature is a good lead," Tasha acknowledged. "We'll start there. Even if we don't locate Ramsey, we may find valuable information."
"Tasha, there's more," Geordi informed them.
Geordi gave them a quick update on the situation on board. Captain Picard had fallen ill with an unknown virus that was quickly spreading through the ship. Sickbay was full of infected crewmen and one of the classes from the Enterprise school.
"Doctor Crusher has her hands full," Geordi advised. "I'm running the ship with a skeleton crew."
A dark look passed between Data and Tasha.
If they were due in the Neutral Zone, it would do no good heading there with a ship full of sick people. They would need all hands on deck if the situation with the Romulans escalated.
"Worf, Chief, Lieutenant Hawk, and me," Geordi explained. "We're going to try to hang on as long as we can. But I'll be honest, I'm not sure how much more we've got left in us."
"What's the latest from the Neutral Zone?" Tasha inquired.
"Starfleet is amassing a fleet along the border," Geordi informed them. "They haven't given us an ETA on arrival but would like us to get there as soon as this mission is concluded."
There was a brief pause.
"Geordi, I'm going to order Commander Riker and Data back to the ship," Tasha advised. "With your permission, I think you should head for the Neutral Zone. Deanna and I will continue the search for the survivors."
Tasha had no way of knowing how long it would take to locate the Odin survivors.
While she had complete trust in Geordi's abilities, Commander Riker and Data would be critical to any mission on the Neutral Zone – especially if many of the crew were incapacitated.
"No can do," Geordi responded. "Doctor's orders. We're under a level one quarantine until this virus is under control."
Tasha ordered Geordi to standby.
The away team was going to head to a safe location in the corridor to have the Enterprise beam them to the location of the platinum signature.
"We'll find them," Tasha promised Beata. "We'll find them and then we will be on our way."
Once they were in the corridor, Tasha tapped her communicator to let Geordi know they were in position.
Geordi acknowledged the hail and advised the Enterprise would be in optimal orbital range in a few moments.
"That was quite a gamble in there, Lieutenant," Riker said with a grin. "And it paid off. Good work."
"Thank you, sir," Tasha replied.
Although Deanna had given Tasha the warning to show no weakness, she was curious as to how Tasha had decided on a manner in which to respond.
The Counsellor suspected it had something to do with the lessons Tasha had learned in her youth on the dusty plains of Turkana.
Deanna had spent over a year trying to get Tasha to recognise that not all of her childhood experiences were negative. Despite the trauma, there was value in the perspective it had given the Security Chief.
Most of all, there was strength in using it for good.
"How did you know what to do when Beata grabbed you?" Deanna asked, hoping to lead Tasha to a self-revelation.
Tasha chuckled.
"She's no different than one of the clan lords on Turkana. You know the type. They have to be the alpha dog in every situation," Tasha explained. "Just waiting for the next fight."
"Ah!" Data said.
He cocked his head to the side and nodded brightly.
"The use of aggressive signals to assert dominance," Data mused. "An effort to demonstrate superiority to an opponent."
Tasha chuckled.
"Yeah, Data. Sort of," she grinned.
"Utilised by various species and cultures to establish control of a herd, pod, territory, or-" Data paused.
Tasha looked at him expectantly.
"Or what?" she asked.
"Or as a power signal to designate a female's choice of mate," he finished uncomfortably.
"Might have been a little too on the nose with that last one," Riker teased.
Deanna shot the First Officer a look that signalled now was not the time.
"What?" Riker shrugged in protest. "I'd be beyond flattered to have two people fight over me like that."
As if on cue, the Enterprise arrived to spare them all the awkwardness of the situation.
"Away team, standby for beam out," Geordi's voice said.
A moment later, the four officers felt the familiar sensation of being dematerialised.
In a shimmer, they re-emerged a few seconds later outdoors.
It was dark out now. Angel One's orbit left it with few hours of sunlight.
They were in a rocky outcrop and the city was nowhere in sight.
Glancing around, Data surveyed the area and noted there was sparse vegetation and little to stop the wind.
In front of them was a campfire. It was still roaring so it was a good sign that someone was nearby.
The four fanned out and scanned the immediate area. There were a few handmade chairs and benches. There also appeared to be a table. There were wooded dishes scattered about the area along with mugs that appeared to have been recently abandoned.
It was as if whoever had been living there had suddenly run off.
"Welcome. I've been expecting you," a voice said from behind them.