A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews. And thanks for sticking to the story, it's been a while I know. But I just really felt stuck with it, and I desperately wanted it to continue. Finally some stroke of genius hit me, and I was able to finish the story!
So how do you feel about that. Over the next couple of days, I think, perhaps a week, I will post the final pieces (like this one), and it will be known if and how Picard finally gets his lass.
So, read, enjoy, and please do review. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Even though it's been a wile, there has been no shift in ownership towards me. In other words, I don't own.

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...Chapter Seven...

- USS Titan

'Here it is, Commander!'

Lieutenant Doe and the Commander exited the turbolift, and now stood in front of an abandoned station.

'Damn. The guy who normally operates this station is gone.' Doe added.
'Who is he, Doe? Who normally operates this station?' The Commander inquired.
'That's the thing sir, no one knows who he is. He is a strange shady fellow. He doesn't speak. He doesn't sleep. He doesn't eat or drink. Very weird.'

The Commander raised his brow, and addressed the Ensign on Ops.

'You, Ensign, where's this guy who normally operates this station?'
'Uhm… He went to lunch.'

Quickly, the Commander eyed Lieutenant Doe.

'Alright… So he does eat and drink. But he's a shady fellow nonetheless!'
'I agree, Doe. This goes beyond anything you or I can handle. We'll have to wait until Captain Riker returns. Meanwhile, keep it on the low-down, Lieutenant...'

- Hummer

'So now I know why they call it a hummer…' Troi said, referring to the low pitched zooming the craft produced.
'You know… It kinda turns me on…' She whispered in Rikers ear, loud enough for Picard to notice.
'Yes, but what doesn't?' Picard mentioned casually.
'True.' Deanna agreed.

'We are entering Risa's atmosphere. Keep her steady, Picard.' Riker said.
'No problem, Nr 1! Let me show you the way to make an entrance!'

Picard skilfully steered the vessel downwards, gliding over the planets surface, coming to a halt in a crowded area, hovering 2 meters above the ground.
Picard watched gleefully as the crowd gathered around his robust, state-of-the-art, brandnew Captain's Yacht.

'And as the grande finale…' He said to Riker as he pressed a button.

Immediately, the engines shut down, and the vehicle crashed abruptly to the ground.

'Jeezus, Jean-Luc. Where did you get your pilots-licence? Complimentary with a value-pack of detergent?' Riker exclaimed.
'What pilots-licence? I am the Captain of a Starship, I don't need a pilots-licence. I'm free to mess about as much as I please.'

They gathered themselves, and opened the door to greet the shocked and apprehensive crowd.

'Yes, sorry 'bout that, my bad, my bad…' Picard said as he exited the craft.

Suddenly, Deanna spat on his head and rubbed over it with her sleeve.

'What the hell are you doing?!' Picard yelled bewildered.
'What? You are here to impress a girl, aren't you? Let it shine, Jean-Luc, let it shine. You might as well try to take some advantage out of it.'
'Ah, right, counsellor. Thank you.'

Picard took a few steps forward and faced the crowd of curious Risans.

'Here me, people of Risa! It is I, Captain Jean-Luc Picard, of the Federation Starship Blowdryer! I have come to your luscious planet in search of a wife! Now, are there any volunteers…'

The crowd fell silent and looked at Picard sheepishly.

'Well… Not all at once…' Riker said.
'Alright, Riker. Considering the overwhelming response, I believe it's pick and choose. That one, in the red bikini with the voluptuous curves. I'd like her Will.'

Riker now also looked at Picard sheepishly.

'Well go on, go get her!'
'You can't just choose and take someone to be your wife, Picard. That's considered abduction on some planets.'
'Yes, and culture on other planets. Go on Will, don't be a sour-puss.'
'Forget it Picard, I am not abducting that beautiful woman in the red bikini with the curves… Hey wait a minute. That's Deanna!'
'Good, than it's settled. I'll take Counsellor Troi to be my wife.'
'When hell freezes over. And even then, NO.' Riker said.

Picard didn't pay attention to him and began to stare at Deanna.

'Good God, what a woman… I wonder how she got changed into that bikini so fast. That… slightly small bikini… with her natural bosom bulging out…' He sighed.
'Take a picture Picard, it'll last longer.'
'I have a better idea yet, Will. What about downloading her features into the Blowdryer's databanks, so a holographic duplicate could be made. That way, we could both have her.'
'One word, Jean-Luc. Ieuw.'
'But I want her Will. I want her!'
'No, Picard, she's mine! Down boy!'

Suddenly, the comm. crackled.

'Ah, sir, this is Commander Doe from the Titan…'

Riker tapped his comm.badge.

'This is Riker.'
'Sir, your presence is needed on board. We have a… situation. Oh, and someone ate Counsellor Troi's chocolate-cake.'

Suddenly, a loud, stretched 'Nooooooooo' emitted from the woman in the red bikini distracted the two Captains.

Riker returned his attention to his comm.badge.

'Acknowledged Commander. We'll be on our way.'