A/N: You folks are the sweetest! Thank you all for your words of affirmation, love, and support as we journey through this story.
As promised, this next chapter is more action/adventure. This is set in the days leading up to the episode Justice with the Edo.
In that episode, Doctor Crusher urges Captain Picard to prioritise some shore leave for the crew as they had been working very hard in the days leading up to meeting the Edo. This chapter is an attempt to fill in that gap.
Thank you for your patience as this story unfolds!
Present
"That should be the last one," Geordi said as he finished placing the final isolinear control chip back into the computer in the main building of the colony.
For the last week, the Enterprise crew had been hard at work in helping to get the colony up and running. The Enterprise had just transported a new batch of colonists from Earth to the colony in the Strnad solar system. It was one of Earth's newest colonies.
Aside from transporting colonists, the crew had a number of other responsibilities that had run them ragged.
"Is that the final upgrade?" O'Brien asked.
They were both scunnered. They had pulled an all-nighter trying to get the upgrades finished in time.
"Thankfully, yes!" Geordi replied with a big grin.
He quickly put the cover panel back in place as Miles O'Brien rebooted the system.
Suddenly, Geordi's smile faltered as his VISOR caught sight of a lone isolinear chip that had fallen on the floor.
Miles looked up from his work and followed Geordi's line of vision.
"Where did that come from?" Miles asked in disbelief.
"I don't know."
Geordi groaned.
"We better get this panel off and find out," Geordi said as he removed the panel once more.
One week earlier | Stardate 41247.1
The Enterprise and her crew had arrived at the Strnad system colony two hours earlier.
Presently, they were sitting in the Observation Lounge for a final briefing before heading off for the week to see to their individual assignments.
"Lieutenant La Forge, Mr O'Brien, and the Engineering team will oversee the upgrade of the main computer system at the colony's main base. Commander Data will take charge of the resupply and distribution," Captain Picard said, laying out his plan. "Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi will join in the negotiations on the new colony charter. And Lieutenant Yar, you hand Worf have got your hands full this week."
"Yes, sir," Tasha acknowledged.
The Captain's words were not an understatement.
Security was going to be pulling triple duty that week. One of their assignments would be training the new colony security team. Their second mission was to conduct a level-one sweep and analysis of a proposed colony expansion site.
There was also a third assignment—and it had been a matter of excitement for the crew.
When she'd first seen the assignment, Tasha knew right away that Worf would be the best person to lead it. The newly proposed expansion site had run into some trouble from a large predator known as the Byaki. It was a little-known species of feline that Data's Exobiology team was eager to study.
Weighing in at twenty-eight stone with an average length between three and four metres, they were formidable predators.
They were common on the other side of the planet (one the colonists had been careful to avoid). Yet, for some reason, this particular creature had ventured far outside its traditional habitat. Humanoid-Byaki encounters were on the rise.
Their goal was to capture and tag the creature before releasing it on the other side of the planet for further study.
Worf was thrilled when he had learned he would be leading the team. Data's passion for Exobiology had piqued his interest in the results of the hunt. Commander Riker also found himself intrigued by the adventure.
"Lieutenant Worf will lead the joint Security-Exobiology mission," Tasha explained. "Along with two Security teams and Lieutenant Dhar and the Exobiology team."
"I shall not fail," Worf said stoically.
The Byaki was a formidable beast and Worf was eager for the challenge. Tasha had her own business to attend to at the colony. Though Tasha was keen to get out for the hunt, she knew Worf had a tendency to get carried away with his trainings.
They had far too much to do and not enough time. Tasha couldn't afford to work in all three levels of Worf's 'Password Protection' training plan.
"Sir, I'd like to request permission to accompany Lieutenant Worf on this assignment," Riker asked.
"I'm sorry Number One, I need you in the negotiations. But should we finish before this Byaki is captured, I would be most willing to allow you to accompany the party," Picard said.
Riker sat back in his chair, deflated.
"Captain, would I also be permitted to join once my duties are completed?' Data requested.
"Anyone else?" Picard asked rhetorically before turning to the next part of the briefing.
Even if they wanted to, no one expected to have the time.
Geordi & Miles had their hands full with some desperately needed upgrades.
Doctor Crusher was scheduled to conduct training for the colony Medical personnel. The planet was particularly prone to Hsuqanon Rash and Starfleet medical had recently developed a new treatment for the ailment.
"So, we've got a lot to get done this week. I'll see you in four days for a mid-week briefing," Picard said as he rose from the table.
"Catch you guys then. I've got a computer to upgrade!" Geordi said as he rushed out.
"Indeed, this week will be quite full of preserves," Data said oddly.
Tasha bit her lip to hide a grin.
"Full of preserves?" Worf asked, looking to Data for an explanation.
"Do you mean 'jam packed,' Mr Data?" Riker asked, barely able to contain his amusement.
Data cocked his head side.
"Yes, Commander."
Three Days Later | Stardate 41250.2
"Room for one more?" asked a familiar voice.
Data turned around and saw Tasha.
She dropped her Parrises Squares duffle bag on the ground of the loading dock as Data took note of the bag and her appearance.
Tasha was wearing a Starfleet body armour vest, tactical arm and leg guards, and carrying a sizable phaser rifle. She was completely kitted out for combat.
"I'll head back up to the Enterprise on the next orbital pass and get the next batch of medical supplies ready for the settlement," Doctor Crusher explained to Data as she excused herself to give them a moment alone.
It was day three of the expedition and it was the first time Data and Tasha had seen one another since beaming down to the planet.
Data had been busy overseeing the resupply distribution the last few days. It meant he'd been hopping back and forth between the Enterprise and the various colony outposts as the Enterprise remained in orbit. Thus far, they had managed to finish about seventy percent of the resupply effort.
For her part, Tasha had already completed the bulk of the training exercises with the colony Security teams. She was eager to start her sweep to analyse the proposed expansion site.
However, that sweep was dependent on Worf's team capturing the Byaki creature. It was too dangerous otherwise. The creature had already attacked several colonists—including a preliminary survey team.
Unfortunately, Worf wasn't having any luck. The creature had somehow managed to elude them at every step. In the early morning hours, the animal had injured one of the members of the Security team assigned to guard the Exobiology group.
That is what brought Tasha down to the loading dock.
"You are joining Worf?" Data realised as he studied Tasha's kit.
"Yes."
"I heard that Ensign Juarez was injured this morning," Data said. "I was on Night Watch when the call came in. We beamed her directly to Sickbay."
He paused.
"Where she remains," Data added in a low, dark voice.
"She was lucky the Enterprise was close enough in orbit," Tasha said, brushing aside Data's concern.
"Yes, she was," Data agreed. "And there is no guarantee that the Enterprise will be in orbit again should future injuries occur."
Worf's message indicated it had been a vicious attack. Tasha could sense that Data was worried about her joining the hunting party. He was struggling to reconcile his concern for Tasha's safety with his understanding of her role as Chief Security Officer.
"This is my job, Commander," Tasha warned softly.
They both knew they couldn't have this discussion. It would not change Tasha's mind nor ease Data's fear. Regardless, they had agreed their relationship would not impact their duty to Starfleet.
"Worf contacted me to request we bring out a new batch of bait. It seems the creature managed to get into the stores. I will be departing shortly to make the drop off at their base camp," Data said as he pointed to the Argo ground vehicle that was loaded and ready to go.
Tasha nodded in acknowledgment.
"It will be a four hour and eighteen-minute ride to the site," Data said.
He knelt over and picked up Tasha's bag, carrying it over to the vehicle for her.
"I am pleased to see you have taken the precaution of body armour," Data said. "The bite strength of the Byaki is 1,350 psi or similar to that of the Turkanan Jaguar."
Tasha was all too familiar with the jaguars that had stalked the jungles of Turkana. It had been part of the reason she was thankful to have Worf on her team. The idea of going after the creature had brought memories of her traumatic and unstable childhood to the forefront of her mind.
"Worf knows what he's doing and so do I," Tasha said, trying to instil confidence in Data.
"I have no doubt in your abilities," Data assured her.
Tasha secured her bag to the vehicle. She would need to strap it down tight with the rest of the cargo in the back of the Argo.
Data quickly glanced around to confirm they were alone. He came up behind Tasha and helped her pull the clamp down on the strap to secure her bag. As soon as it was locked into place, Data made no move to pull away.
Tasha could feel his breath against her ear.
"I am still permitted to be concerned," Data whispered.
Tasha glanced back over her shoulder to meet his eyes. For a moment, neither spoke.
"I know," she eventually said.
Data wanted to kiss her then and there, to pull her into his arms and urge her to reconsider. But he knew this was Tasha's duty. Instead, he simply replied with a stiff nod.
"Do I get to drive?" Tasha teased as she flashed him a brilliant grin.
Data pondered her request for a moment. It had been years since Tasha had gotten the chance to drive an Argo. They were fun, fast-moving vehicles similar to dune buggies that were equipped for all terrains. They required less resources to operate and maintain than shuttlecraft and were perfect for planets like the one they were presently on.
They were similar to the FAVs, or fast-attack vehicles, that Tasha had learned to drive on Turkana.
"Part of the way," Data said, compromising. "Once we cross the Mindatek River, I think it would be wise for me to drive the rest of the way as there are no road markers after that."
"Deal!" Tasha agreed as she snatched the keys.
Tasha climbed into the right side and slipped down into the driver's seat. Data climbed in next to her and buckled his seat restraint.
Tasha pulled out of the loading dock far faster than Data would have liked. As soon as they were clear of the colony border, Tasha punched the speed, and they were off, zipping along the dirt road that led to the basecamp.
Tasha felt alive—bouncing along the road, the wind whipping through her hair as she hugged the dirt corners. The sun was shining for the first time since they had arrived. It had rained almost nonstop since their arrival. The roads leading out of the colony had been largely reduced to mud.
Tasha reached across the centre console and found Data's hand. He looked down at their hands before glancing up to study her face. She flashed him another smile and they continued on.
"I will admit that you are quite adept at this," Data said as he observed her driving skills.
They were travelling at high speed through rough terrain and yet Tasha had managed it masterfully.
"These are just like the FAVs I used to drive on Turkana," Tasha said.
They nearly had to shout to hear one another at that speed. Tasha was thankful that at least there was an electromagnetic shield that functioned as a windshield. It was designed to disengage in the event of a crash or rollover.
They didn't have those on Turkana and thus it was important to keep your mouth tightly closed unless one wanted a mouthful of insects.
Data accessed his information files on Turkana and found the necessary files to learn what FAVs were.
"I see, an all-terrain vehicle designed with a roll cage typically utilised to traverse the rough terrain of the central plains region," Data said as he scanned the file.
Data turned back to Tasha and chose his next words carefully.
"Tasha, may I ask how you acquired such proficiency?" Data said. "Are you not from the Northern region of Turkana?"
"For a time, I got a job working as a courier for an arms dealer," Tasha explained.
Job opportunities on Turkana were slim—especially for a young woman that wanted nothing to do with the factions, clans, or warlords. Sex work was a common option. And for those lucky enough to make it into a silk house or a faction hareem, it could provide safety and security.
Despite the temptation of security, Tasha had made a promise to herself that she would escape Turkana. When the opportunity came up to work for an underground, non-faction affiliated arms trader, Tasha jumped at the chance.
As a neutral party, the dealer and his associates had unrestricted access to travel in and out of various faction cities. Tasha wasn't bound by clan loyalties or duty to a faction, she was simply free to work. This allowed her to analyse and plan the limited options for getting off the planet.
It wasn't without its risks—rival dealers, angry customers, smugglers, and the wilderness were all threats.
Tasha had only been a child. But she proved herself a capable worker and earned the respect of her employer and customers alike.
There was a level of freedom that came with being a courier. Tasha was only beholden to her employer who was a tough, but fair man.
Tasha had been a natural. Her skill at navigating the terrain and knack for diffusing situations meant she more than earned her keep. And to her employer's delight, she kept her nose clean. Tasha had no interest in the drugs that were readily available throughout the different city-states on Turkana.
"There weren't a lot of ways to get off Turkana, but one of them was the Annual Firehawk," Tasha said as she shifted the Argo down a gear.
The integrity of the terrain was much worse than it had been a few kilometres before.
"It's a race, Data. A race across Turkana's desert plains. It takes eight days to cross the desert starting at the edge of the Ghziron Sea and ending at the coast of the Isicatic Ocean. And believe me, after eight days in the desert nothing feels better than the ocean."
In fact, the moment Tasha spotted the ocean on the horizon had been one of Tasha's happiest memories.
The Firehawk had been an ordeal, but it had been Tasha's escape. And she was grateful for the opportunity.
"And did you win?" Data asked enthusiastically.
"No, Data," Tasha said.
Originally, her plan had been to win. The prize was more than enough latinum to buy her way off Turkana.
But on the final night before the race, Tasha learned that her employer and benefactor had been killed by his own brother, Turgon. Turgon was a ruthless and notorious warlord that had long terrorised the Turkanan people and coveted his brother's business.
Tasha had grown up in the shadow of that warlord's hold on the region. She had no desire to return to life under Turgon.
Without hesitation, Tasha used the sum of her savings to secure her escape.
Step one had been to pay a smuggler to meet her off the coast of the Isicatic Ocean on the final day of the race.
Data listened with fascination as Tasha recounted her cunning plan.
"I had to maintain the lead or Turgon would have grown suspicious," Tasha explained.
Turgon had kept close tabs on her throughout the race. He had a tracking device on the vehicle and eyes everywhere.
The final stretch of the race was along a narrow road that skirted the edge of the cliffs. Hundreds of feet below, the powerful waves of the Isicatic Ocean beat against the rocky terrain that dotted the coast.
At the lowest point of the cliff, Tasha radioed that she was having steering difficulties. She then intentionally veered off course, driving the FAV off the cliff. It had plunged into the water below.
Tasha glanced over at Data who looked startled.
"I had body armour and a breather," she said to calm Data. "That was standard issue for any courier."
"You could have been killed," Data stated as he analysed the information and deduced that she was fortunate the fall did not end her life.
"Oh, it hurt," Tasha laughed. "But I had to do it."
"Because you would have rather died than remain trapped?" Data asked strangely.
Tasha was struck by something in Data's tone. He understood. He truly understood.
"Yeah," she replied softly.
Tasha shifted her attention back to the road.
"I couldn't live in a cage again, Data," Tasha said.
Again.
Her choice of wording was not lost on Data. However, Tasha did not elaborate and did not want to pressure her. Instead, Data gave Tasha's hand a small squeeze.
"It has been said freedom lies in being bold," he remarked.
"I had to fake my death. Otherwise, I never would have made it off Turkana alive. I took that little freighter ship to the capitol city. From there I boarded a smuggler ship that offered me transport to the nearest surplus depot, where they assured me that I'd be able to find work," Tasha recounted.
"How long did you work at the surplus depot?" Data inquired.
Tasha snorted.
"I never did. It was all a lie. Shortly after we launched, they detained me. I was worth more… well, my bounty was worth more than what I had paid them."
She trailed off for a moment and Data suspected what had occurred. While gripping Tasha's hand, he stroked his thumb along the edge to remind her she was safe.
"I thought my life was over," Tasha confessed. "I thought… I thought I was never going to leave Turkana. That I was destined to remain trapped there for the rest of my days."
"But you escaped?" Data asked.
"I got lucky," Tasha went on. "The USS Renegade detained their ship. They found me and several others, and, well… the rest is history."
Data brought Tasha's hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. They exchanged a glance.
"I am here and ready to listen should you wish to continue discussing this," Data said.
"No. Thank you, Data," Tasha said sincerely.
She visibly shook herself as if to shake off the mood that had brought down the ride.
"It was a long time ago. A different life," Tasha concluded.
Suddenly, Data's combadge pinged.
"Worf to Commander Data."
"Go ahead," Data acknowledged as he tapped his badge in response.
"What is your ETA?" Worf asked.
"We are approximately halfway to your base camp," Data replied.
"Lieutenant Harris was on guard when he was attacked by the creature," Worf said with concern. "He requires more medical attention than we can provide. The Enterprise has left orbit to conduct some readings on this system's sun and will not return until tomorrow morning."
"Understood," Data replied.
They rode the rest of the way to the river in silence as the sun beat down on them. Data's bioplast was not capable of sustaining damage from the sun's rays but he could see Tasha's face was starting to turn red.
After another hour, Data noted the final marker before the river.
"We are approaching the river," Data said.
"You know with all this rain it's probably going to be pretty high," Tasha predicted.
Data looked at her, confused.
"The water level," Tasha clarified.
"Ah! Yes, the water levels will likely have increased beyond their acceptable flood levels," Data agreed.
They spotted the river at the same time. Tasha slowed down, stopping about thirty metres shy from the edge of the water.
"How deep do you think that is, Data?" Tasha inquired.
"Scans indicate a depth of two point five metres," Data estimated.
He noted the look on Tasha's face and immediately set about trying to talk her out of the idea he could see formulating in her mind.
"The maximum safe submersion depth of this vehicle is one point five metres, Lieutenant," Data said as he tried to warn off her driving through it.
There would be no way to safely make it across—the water was too deep and moving quickly. Although the oversized tires of the Argo provided stability in the mud, they were not designed to handle submersion at that depth.
Scanning the map on his PADD, Data looked to see if there was a shallower depth at which they could safely cross.
"There is another crossing twenty-four kilometres to the north," Data recommended.
Tasha noticed that on this side of the river, the terrain was higher. It sat several feet above the river below and the road had been cut out to allow for access down to the river. But across the river, the terrain was pretty level and several feet lower than their side.
Her eyes ran the length of the terrain from where the road had been dug out to the edge as she assessed if it would be long enough.
"How wide would you say that is? Eight metres? Nine?"
"It is eight point four metres across," Data said without looking up from his PADD.
"Hang on," Tasha said as she threw the Argo in reverse.
When they were back far enough to adequately gain enough speed, the vehicle jolted to a stop.
Data glanced from the water to the Tasha.
"Tasha, it is unwise to attempt this," Data advised as she revved the engine.
"We don't have time to wait. Harris is injured," Tasha countered.
Data considered that he could order her to take the alternative route, but he decided to trust her instinct.
"You will need to achieve sufficient speed," Data cautioned. "And it is possible that we may sustain damage."
"It will take another hour to go north and double back," Tasha pointed out.
Data gripped the bar of the roll cage overhead.
"Then I suggest you punch it."
Data gripped the bar of that roll cage the whole way over the river. Tasha cheered and laughed as the Argo left the ground and soared high above the rushing water.
When they landed, Data was wide-eyed. He'd never experienced something like that with another person. Data had been in plenty of risky and thrilling situations before. Yet, he had never felt the kind of emotional sensation that was coursing through his body at the moment.
Trepidation mixed with excitement. Suspense and amusement.
It was electrifying.
Tasha slowed the vehicle to a stop and Data caught his breath.
"Are you alright?" Tasha asked, panting.
"That was exhilarating," Data confessed.
"Will you be OK to drive? Or would you like me to continue?" Tasha questioned.
She could barely hide her excitement at the possibility that she might get to keep driving. Data quickly quashed that with a look.
"I have programmed the coordinates of the base camp into my neural net. As there are no remaining road markers after this point, I think it would be practical if I were to take over the last leg of this trip," he advised as he rose from his seat.
Tasha pulled herself up and stood on the driver's seat. Reaching up, she stretched. She let her arms drop and flexed her shoulder blades, sighing with contentment as she heard a satisfying 'crack.'
The sun beamed down overhead. The temperature was on the rise. It was the middle of the afternoon and the muggy heat left by the storms made for a sticky afternoon.
Data ran his tricorder along the vehicle to inspect for any damage from their landing.
"There is minimal damage to the vehicle's suspension system, but otherwise—"
Data stopped as a loud screech sounded above.
Suddenly, a large, winged creature dove at the vehicle. Data crouched next to the Argo and Tasha ducked down inside.
Wasting no time, she unhooked her phaser rifle from its storage slot and began to scan the sky. They could both hear the flapping of the huge wings of the creature.
"What is that?" Tasha asked as she scanned the sky with her scope.
"I believe it is a Howdact."
Data frowned as he quickly filtered through his research notes on the planet. Data had memorised countless reports from the colony.
"A pterosaur type animal with an average wingspan of four metres. And they usually travel in packs. The local colonists warned Worf to be on the lookout for them. This is the mating season. And they are notoriously aggressive," Data warned.
A loud 'thud'landed several metres away from Data's side of the Argo. Three of the Howdacts landed and were scratching at the dirt. They spotted Data. Thinking fast, he pulled himself under the Argo.
"Stay still, Tasha. They are attracted to movement," Data advised.
"Acknowledged," she replied as she crouched in the seat.
They stayed still for a few moments hoping the creatures would lose interest. Unfortunately, they remained fixated on the vehicle. Data noted they had a keen sense of smell and suspected they could detect the bait they were carrying.
"We need to get out of here," Tasha said as she eyed them through her rifle.
"Agreed.
Data tried to formulate a plan to escape but Tasha was already ahead of him.
"I'm going to carefully slip into the passenger seat, come up on the left and I'll cover you," Tasha said.
Slowly, Tasha made her way across the console and slipped into the passenger seat. The creatures crouched low and began to vocalise, eyeing their possible prey but making no move to attack.
Data slid along the ground and pulled himself up on the right side of the Argo. Hugging the vehicle, he pulled himself up along the side.
So far, so good. He mused.
But Data knew that he would have to make himself visible to climb in.
"Go now," Tasha ordered.
Data quickly, but carefully, pulled himself up using the roll cage and slipped into the seat. He wasted no time in engaging the controls.
The creatures howled and screeched as the vehicle took off, kicking up mud in the wake of their hasty retreat.
Data kept his eyes focused on the terrain, but he could hear the screeches closing behind them. The terrain meant it was difficult to reach sufficient speed to outrun the winged creatures.
"Three o'clock, Data," Tasha said as she noted a second group of the creatures in the sky that began to dive.
Data shifted to a higher gear.
"We will not reach the necessary speed before impact and they are capable of rolling this vehicle," Data announced.
"Can you keep it steady?" Tasha asked as she considered how to best get a shot off.
"I shall endeavour to 'keep it steady,'" Data replied as he projected the smoothest possible course.
Using the bar as leverage, Tasha stood and placed her knee on the seat. She took aim and waited as she lined up her shot.
Data's auditory receptor could hear the creatures were coming in close on his right.
Although he had no adrenaline, Data's neural net was firing on all cylinders as they sped along the terrain with a flock of the creatures in tow.
"Hold onto something," Data shouted as he spotted a treeline ahead.
Tasha grabbed the roll cage and clutched her phaser rifle tight. The vehicle jerked to the left in an effort to make a beeline for the cover of the trees.
"You do realise it is unlikely you will be able to take out enough of the creatures in time?" Data asked as he noticed Tasha had opened the control panel on the phaser rifle.
Tasha did not respond as she recalibrated the output and reattached the panel.
"I'm counting on it. Shut off your audio receptor," Tasha shouted above the noise of the creatures.
Data wasn't sure what her plan was. but obliged Tasha's request and deactivated his audio receptor.
Tasha fired a blast back toward the creatures. It had the desired effect. The raptor-like creatures shrieked in pain and momentarily stopped their pursuit.
Tasha had reconfigured the phaser rifle to dispel a high-level sound wave burst instead of a phaser beam.
It was enough to temporarily render the creatures halted and they were able to make their escape into the trees.
Tasha slid back down into the seat and tapped Data on the shoulder. He slowed the vehicle to a stop and looked at her. She nodded and flashed Data a thumb's up. He interpreted this as a signal that it would be safe to turn his audio sensors back online.
The screeches had faded.
"They have turned back?" Data asked as he whipped around to study the treeline.
"I recalibrated the phaser to release a high-pitched repulsive sound wave instead. It's undetectable by human ears but…"
Tasha trailed off and shrugged.
"You knew that it would also damage me?" Data said in awe as he pieced together her plan.
"I got the idea from you. One of my first tasks as Chief Security Officer was to make a plan in the event you were to ever become a threat," she explained.
She had never told Data that before.
A brief look of hurt flashed in Data's golden eyes.
"I understand," he replied mechanically.
"Data, you know that I would never do anything to hurt you," Tasha said quickly. "I would never, ever use that information to harm you. Or to let anyone else harm you."
"I know," Data replied.
And it was true. In fact, he was impressed that Tasha had considered the possibility, studied it thoroughly, and found a solution that did not involve permanently destroying Data.
He had never told her about his deactivation switch.
He had never told anyone.
Some of the scientists that had initially examined him were aware of the switch. But it had been left out of all Starfleet records on his anatomy.
"You know that I would never do that to you unless it was absolutely necessary," Tasha reiterated.
"You never cease to amaze me, Lieutenant," Data said with a smile.
It was another hour and half before they spotted the basecamp. As they approached, Data and Tasha could see there was a perimeter detection grid set up around the tents that served as shelter from the rain. In addition, the team had managed to put up some temporary lighting tripods for added safety.
Data pulled the Argo to a halt and Tasha jumped out over the side. She hit the ground with a satisfying 'squish' as her boots made contact with the mud below.
Both Data and Tasha grabbed an armful of supplies and made their way into the central hub of the small camp. They found Worf hunched over a camp table in deep thought. As they grew closer, Tasha could see he was inspecting a map of the area.
Worf heard their approach. Looking up, Worf greeted the pair with a broad smile.
"I am pleased you are here," he said.
"What's the situation?" Tasha asked.
"The creature has managed to elude capture. It has proven a most formidable opponent," Worf stated with a mix of irritation and respect for the Byaki.
"Where is Lieutenant Harris?" Data asked.
Worf guided them into the nearest tent where they found Lieutenant Harris resting on a camp cot. The wound on his leg had been field dressed, but it was evident he'd sustained a nasty bite from the creature. Harris was conscious—but pretty groggy from blood loss.
Data pulled out his tricorder and began to scan the wound.
"It appears the bite radius of this particular Byaki would indicate a creature larger than the species average," Data explained.
"We think it is a male," Worf stated. "Lieutenant Dhar believes the unseasonably warm, wet weather over the last year has led to a population boom. He thinks this particular male set out in search of new territory due to overcrowding."
"That is a logical assessment. Byaki males are typically solitary creatures—except for their mates. They mate for life," Data said concurring with Worf's assessment.
"Is Harris stable enough to be transported?" Tasha inquired as she examined the Lieutenant's condition.
"I believe so. It is important that we get him back to the colony's medical facility for treatment as we lack sufficient equipment to continue an acceptable level of blood replenishment here," Data said.
Worf and Data picked up the stretcher that Harris was on and carried him over to the Argo vehicle. The other officers had unloaded the cargo and the back of the unit was cleared. They set Harris down gently.
Tasha climbed up and ensured that his leg was properly supported with a rudimentary splint. Then she attached the safety restraints.
"It's going to be a bumpy ride," she cautioned.
Tasha flashed him a reassuring smile and gave Harris's hand a squeeze. He worked directly under Tasha in the Security division and Tasha had always felt an extra responsibility to her team—even if Harris was a bit of a troublemaker.
"Hang in there, Harris," Tasha said.
Harris nodded weakly in response.
"We should depart immediately. At our present location, we will lose daylight in three hours, seven minutes, and nine seconds and it would be unwise to make the journey in the dark," Data said.
"I'm assigning a Security escort to accompany you back," Tasha said.
Data cocked his head, perplexed by this order.
"In case you run into those flying nightmares on the way back," Tasha explained. "Just give me a few moments to show him how to reconfigure the settings on his phaser rifle."
Tasha leaned in close and dropped her voice low.
"I'm allowed to be worried about you too," she whispered.
In truth, Tasha would have done the same for any officer that was heading back through that terrain. Harris needed medical attention and Tasha wasn't going to take any chances in getting Data and Harris back safely.
Tasha went off to find Ensign Walsh and walk him through the plan in case they encountered the Howdacts on their return journey.
Data took the opportunity to ask Worf some questions about the creature. He desperately wished he could stay as he was curious about the lifeform. The Byaki was a rare animal and very few had ever been seen or studied. It was a unique opportunity and a part of Data felt disappointed that his duties as Second Officer meant he could not accompany the Exobiology team for further study.
"What is the attack pattern?" Data inquired.
Worf was an avid hunter. He had stalked big game on a number of planets and holodeck programmes alike. Data considered Worf's opinion on the matter to be expert level.
"It has never attacked in the same manner," Worf replied. "This creature is like a ghost. It slips in without our notice. It stalks the camp, taunting us."
"Most interesting," Data said.
"We've taken to sleeping in shifts during the day. It isn't safe to sleep at night out here," Worf shared.
Data swallowed down the rising sense of panic that gripped his chest.
Tasha can handle herself. Data reminded himself.
"I hope your efforts are successful tonight. I only wish I could remain," Data said.
"You're all set," Tasha said as she approached the pair with Ensign Walsh in tow.
"Lieutenant Yar, the third tent on the left is where you'll find your sleeping quarters. I would recommend you rest before the evening," Worf said as he motioned to the tent.
Worf bid farewell to Data and headed off to catch a nap himself in preparation of the long night ahead.
Tasha caught Data as turned to leave.
"Commander, before you go, could you take a look at one of the perimeter beacons with me?"
"Is it malfunctioning?" Data inquired.
"I'm not sure, it's just back here and should only take a moment," Tasha replied.
Data studied the grid layout before turning back to Tasha. There was an unmistakable look of confusion on his face—one Tasha had seen dozens of times on the Bridge and at their weekly team poker games.
"There are no perimeter beacons in that direction. There is—"
Data suddenly stopped as watched Tasha's lips narrow in frustration. He now understood that she was attempting to discreetly request a moment alone.
"However, I could be mistaken. I will be along momentarily, Ensign," Data said to Walsh in a clumsy attempt to cover.
"Take your time," Walsh said with a smirk.
Tasha scowled as she watched Walsh pucker his lips and blow mock kisses in their direction.
"Perhaps you could check on your comrade, Lieutenant Harris?" Tasha suggested.
Walsh took the hint and headed off the Argo. Data followed Tasha to the backside of the tent.
"I apologise that I failed to understand your subtle—" Data tried to apologise but Tasha silenced him with a chaste kiss.
"Be careful out there. Watch your caboose. I mean it," she said before planting another quick peck on his lips.
Data pulled Tasha into a tight hug.
"I wish I could remain," Data said.
"I'll tell you all about it," Tasha promised.
Data kissed the top of Tasha's head. When they pulled apart, he reached for her hand.
"Please also watch your caboose, Lieutenant," Data said as brought her hand to his lips. "As I am rather fond of it."
As they sped along the terrain, Data was relieved they did not encounter the Howdacts again. He drove carefully to avoid jostling Lieutenant Harris too much for fear that it may reopen his wounds.
The addition of the injured Lieutenant Harris meant their earlier river crossing was no longer an option. Data turned north and took the secondary, safer route.
It meant the return journey was taking longer than anticipated. Sunlight was beginning to fade, and Data calculated they still had another two hours and six minutes of travel left before they would reach the safety of the colony's main base.
Data tried to gain as much information about the creature as he could from Ensign Walsh. The sensations he had experienced during his introduction to Sherlock Holmes were back and stronger than ever.
Data would describe it as feeling 'giddy.'
He desperately wanted to get back to the camp. He wanted to see this creature that was so mysterious and intriguing.
"Came out of nowhere," Walsh shared as he recounted the last few days at camp. "It was like it was there one minute and then it was just gone."
"This creature is most elusive," Data replied.
He cross-referenced his knowledge of other elusive feline creatures in similar environments in the hope that it may provide him with a strategy on how to capture the Byaki.
They rode along in silence for a few moments before Walsh worked up the courage to ask a question that had been gnawing at him for some time.
"So, you and Tasha, eh?" Walsh asked as he nudged Data's arm playfully.
Data looked down at where Walsh had lightly jabbed him before turning his eyes back to the road.
"What's she like? You know, the real Tash, behind closed doors?" Walsh pressed.
"I do not understand the question," Data stated.
"I always thought she played for the other team, but then I found out she's quite the switch hitter…"
Walsh tried off and chuckled.
"You must be something special yourself if she's keeping you around. From what I've heard, she's likes to keep things casual," Walsh continued. "Not that I mind. I tried to jump on that ages ago. I got a thing for blondes and she's cute, you know?"
Data did not fully understand Walsh's euphemism. He accessed his internal informational database on human idioms. Data was horrified as he realised what Ensign Walsh was getting at.
"I heard from a guy she knew on the Crazy Horse. Said she was a real sex kitten," Walsh said.
Data was repulsed by Walsh's comment.
"Ensign, is Lieutenant Yar typically a subject of gossip among the Security personnel?" Data asked in alarm.
Data did not like where the conversation was headed. But he was also morbidly curious about the human nature to speculate about the private lives of others.
"Blakely said when they hooked up, she was transactional. No romance, straight to business. Wasn't interested in being sweet," Walsh went on.
Data was thoroughly confused. There was something awfully familiar about the way Walsh was speaking. It reminded him of how some of his fellow classmates at the Academy had spoken of other cadets in matters of sexual gossip.
"There's no way to miss that spring in her step when she comes in for her morning shift after leaving your quarters. Secrets don't stay secret for long on a starship, Commander—even one as big as the Enterprise," Walsh continued. "So, have you found her sweet side?"
Data fell silent. He was at a loss for words.
Data suddenly felt strangely guilty. It felt refreshing to be seen as so human by another person. However, he knew that Tasha would not appreciate this conversation. He also surmised it may be time to have another conversation about the nature of their relationship.
Data felt compelled to share the information with Tasha the next time he saw her. It was important for her to be aware that the crew were engaged in these discussions. Tasha had a right to know. However, he considered that she may be mortified by such a revelation. She was an exceptionally private person.
"So, c'mon Commander. What's she like? Have you tamed the Turkanan tiger? Is it true she's got a Starfleet tattoo on her—"
Data slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt. Lieutenant Harris cried out as the jolt of the sudden stop jostled his wound.
Data whipped around to assess if he had caused any additional injuries.
"I must apologise, Lieutenant. Are you in pain?"
Harris waved him off. His bandages were holding.
Data turned to Ensign Walsh.
"Lieutenant Yar is your superior officer. More than that, she is a person. You will cease discussing her and any other personnel in this manner," Data said harsher than he intended.
"Sorry, Commander," Walsh replied meekly.
They rode the rest of the way in silence.
Back at the camp, it was already dark. Tasha and Worf were sitting in a tree just outside of the perimeter. Neither had moved or spoken. They were watching the camp from two angles in an attempt to try and guard against the creature.
For the last few nights, the animal had stalked around the camp and had somehow managed to slip through their perimeter security undetected.
There was hardly any wind, and the only sounds were the buzz of insects and the occasional bird call in the distance. Thankfully, the rain held off and there were few clouds in the sky.
Tasha glanced up at the sky overhead. She was so used to being up in the stars that sometimes it was nice to stare up at them from solid ground.
A twig snapped in the dark.
Tasha silently pulled her phaser rifle up to use the scope to see into the darkness below. The scope was equipped with the ability for thermal image scanning—so if the creature was out there, she should be able to see it.
A quick survey of the ground below produced no results.
Worf had also come up empty handed as he scanned in the opposite direction.
Tasha shrugged. They'd been communicating silently since the sun had gone down.
Suddenly, Worf held a finger up to his lips and then pointed directly below them.
Tasha felt a chill run up her spine as she listened. They could hear a large creature breathing. It was below them, approximately five metres down right under the tree they were sitting in.
Do they climb? Tasha wondered.
She had failed to ask Data that question before he departed. Worf had not mentioned it either.
On Turkana, the jaguars often climbed trees. If this creature had similar behaviour, Worf and Tasha were in great danger.
Tasha glanced down but couldn't see anything. Although it was dark, her eyes were adjusted to the darkness, and she could hear that it was close enough. The creature should have been visible.
Straining her eyes, Tasha scanned around them but could see no sign of the animal nor any movement.
Worf had the same concern. He could tell the creature was near but was also unable to spot it.
Without warning, the alarm on their baited trap went off and a Security team came running out with lights and phaser rifles drawn.
Having the high ground, Tasha and Worf began scanning with their scopes in an effort to try locating the animal. The bait was deliberately chosen to be large with the intention that it would force the animal to drag it off rather than scooping it up and running away.
"Two o'clock," Worf said.
Tasha turned her scope to the direction and spotted the creature. It was large. And it was making quick work of hauling away the bait.
Worf took a shot with his phaser rifle but missed. The creature let out a bone-chilling, deep roar and retreated into the dark.
"Ql'yah," Worf cursed.
Tasha raised an eyebrow in Worf's direction. She knew the translation and that it was pretty strong language—even for a Klingon.
"Sorry," Worf said quickly.
Tasha snorted with laughter.
"Ql'yah, indeed," she agreed.
Worf and Tasha abandoned their treetop post. They climbed down to join the rest of the team and assess the situation. Tasha dropped down to the ground and ran her hand along the track in the dirt. It was a huge paw print.
There was no doubt about it—the creature had literally been right beneath them.
Worf and Tasha traced the tracks out to where the creature had abandoned the bait. It required two ensigns to lift the weight. They would hook the bait back up in the hope that it would lure the creature back.
All of a sudden, the same terrifying roar from earlier rang out in the darkness. This time, it came from the other side of the camp.
"Bring the bait, come on," Tasha said as she led the team toward the direction of the creature's call.
Rushing back into camp, they scanned carefully along the darkness. They could hear growling and knew the creature had to be close.
"It is taunting us," Worf grumbled.
Tasha was concerned. The team was getting jumpy. Jumpy ensigns and phaser rifles were not a safe combination.
"Ensign Taylor, turn on the camp lights," Tasha ordered.
"But the creature will flee!" Worf protested.
"We'll reset the trap and try again. I don't want any accidents or—"
Tasha was cut off as a phaser rifle fired into the dark.
Ensign Gomez fired his phaser in the direction of the noise. Two other Security team members began to fire blindly in the same direction.
"CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE!" Tasha ordered.
She whipped around with her rifle in hand and could see there was nothing where they were firing.
Ensign Taylor activated the camp lights and the whole area was suddenly flooded with illumination. Any creature that had been there was now long gone thanks to the light and noise.
"Should we reattach the bait?" asked Lieutenant Dhar.
"We've still got a few hours of darkness left. But right now, I think the team is a little shaken and we need to hit the reset button before we proceed," Tasha ordered.
Worf nodded in agreement.
"Sorry, Lieutenant," Gomez apologised.
Tasha ordered the team to secure the bait in cold storage. They would not do anything to draw the creature back tonight. The lights would remain on, and Tasha doubled the guard. She and Worf took up their position in the tree again as lookouts.
"I think we should put up an observation tower tomorrow," Tasha said as she scanned the area. "We need the high ground, and something tells me this tree isn't very safe."
"The Enterprise will be back in orbit in a few hours. We can have them beam down the supplies then," Worf said.
"I think we need to bring in an extra Security team too. These guys are getting spooked. This creature is in their head," Tasha commented.
"The Klingon legend of the Amura Lo mqa' tells the story of two Klingon brothers attempting to slay a great beast that terrorised their village. In the end, they become so obsessed with hunting the beast, they destroy their own village in the process," Worf recounted.
"Another Ahab," Tasha said in reply.
Captain Picard shared the literary classic with her when she had first joined the Enterprise crew. He'd seen many of the same fanatical passions in the young Security Officer and thought it would serve as a reminder to never get too lost in a sense of duty.
"We are not going down with this creature," Worf declared.
Back at the main colony, Data worked through the night. Working at maximum efficiency, he managed to complete the remaining distribution tasks before the Enterprise returned at 06:00 hours.
Upon its return, Captain Picard beamed down to meet up with Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi for another day of negotiations.
Data caught them on their way to breakfast.
"Ah, Mr Data. How is the supply distribution going?" Picard asked as they walked along toward the colony's canteen.
"The distribution is complete," Data reported.
"Excellent work. Would you care to join us in the negotiations?" Picard offered.
"Actually sir, I'd like to request permission to join the Exobiology team on the hunt for the Byaki," Data said.
"Of course," Picard replied.
"Sir, I'd also like to request permission to join Mr Data and the team on the hunt," Riker announced.
"I need you in these negotiations, Number One," Picard stated.
"You and Counsellor Troi are far more talented negotiators," Riker countered.
It was partially true. Riker was quite skilled in his own way. Captain Picard had come to rely on Riker's infamous poker face and keen senses during tense diplomatic situations.
Picard sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Number One, as Mr Data's task has been completed—"
"It's not fair. Data can work through the night," Riker protested.
"Is that not what you were doing last night with the Ambassador?" Deanna said with a hint of innuendo.
A devious grin broke out across Riker's face.
"We had a deep conversation about the western colony's need for a new aquifer," Riker replied. "In fact, she agreed that they would withdraw their demand for three seats in the charter in exchange for a new aquifer."
"Really?" Picard questioned, intrigued by this development.
Riker nodded in earnest.
The western colony's demand for three seats on the new colony leadership council had been the final piece holding up the passage of the charter.
"Could you delay your departure for an hour Mr Data?" Picard asked.
Back at camp, the mood had started to ease. The sun had been up for about an hour, and everyone welcomed the daylight.
Coffee was made, ration packs were distributed, and everyone began to settle in for some much-needed rest. The Enterprise had been alerted to their updated supply list. A fresh Security team was brought in, and the ship beamed down the necessary supplies and engineers to construct the observation tower.
Feeling exhausted, Tasha headed back to her tent to catch some rest before the next night's watch. She slipped out of her boots and settled into the camp cot. Putting her arm under her head she stared up at the beige ceiling above.
Tasha hadn't secured her tent flaps. In fact, she urged all the officers to stop doing that. The creature could simply tear into the tent if it was determined to do so. Tasha was more concerned with having a clear escape in the event of that happening than she was about someone wandering in uninvited.
Tasha's eyelids began to grow heavy, and she drifted off to sleep.
Tasha groaned appreciatively. Something felt good. She was lying on her stomach. There was a hand on her back, rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades. Tasha felt warm and cosy as those familiar hands worked away the tension of the night before.
"Do not get up," Data whispered.
"I wish this wasn't a dream," Tasha said, still half asleep.
"I assure you it is not," Data replied as he kissed the nape of her neck.
Tasha's eyes fluttered open. She turned and saw Data kneeling beside her cot.
"How did you…?"
"I finished the distribution and Captain Picard agreed to allow me to accompany the hunt," Data said with an eager smile.
Tasha sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes.
"What's got you so excited?" Tasha asked with a heavy yawn.
She had only gotten a few hours of sleep since dawn. It was hardly enough to make up for sitting in a tree all night.
"The Byaki is a most intriguing creature and I find myself thrilled at the prospect of participating in that research," Data replied.
Tasha grinned. She was still drowsy, but it was nice to see Data so excited about something other than a warp core. She reached out and pulled him close.
"Then I'm happy for you," she murmured.
Tasha closed the distance between them and captured his lips in a lingering kiss.
"Rise and shine!"
Command Riker's voice boomed above the clatter outside as he burst into Tasha's tent carrying a frying pan in one hand and sporting his ridiculous 'kiss the cook' apron.
Data and Tasha broke apart.
"I was going to offer you breakfast—but it looks like you're already having a snack," Riker said with a sly wink.
Tasha was unsure how to respond. Data didn't understand the phrase. He tilted his head to the side as he attempted to decipher the colloquialism.
"I'll see myself out," Riker said as he motioned to the tent entrance.
"Was that a euphemism for—"
Data stopped talking as Tasha pulled him back in for another kiss. When they broke apart, Data was the first to speak.
"The crew may observe that I have been in your tent longer than is appropriate for maintaining the guise of a working relationship," Data commented.
"We're not on duty yet," Tasha replied coyly.
Her eyes lit up as she walked her fingers up Data's chest.
"In fact, we've got another four hours before we go on duty."
"Three hours, forty-eight minutes, and seventeen seconds to be precise," Data said.
"Good, I'll have time for a nap," Tasha said with a smile.
"Tasha, why would you sleep if you just woke up?" Data asked.
"We'll only need about twenty minutes," Tasha said as she began to unzip the front of Data's uniform.
Data's breath hitched. His mouth formed a small 'oh' as he realised the implication of her suggestion.
Data cupped Tasha's face.
"Eighteen minutes and thirty-three seconds if you would like me to repeat the same actions as the morning we departed for this mission," he said.
Tasha giggled. Data could be surprisingly flirtatious in his own strange, endearing way. His speech may have seemed mechanical to some, but to Tasha it was like music.
"There is no way to secure the door," Data observed as he glanced in the direction of the tent flaps.
Tasha pulled his face back to look at her. She pressed a finger to her lips to indicate they would need to be quiet.
Data's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh."