UNITED WE STAND R
Spookysgirl
spookysgirl@earthlink.net
~No rights, I have no rights to these characters or
the star trek universe.
The
ever watchful eye of Paramount owns it all.....I just think Will and
Deanna
crave more satisfaction or they wouldn't keep running away to the
pages
of fanfic~
"With
all due respect Admiral, this is bullshit!" Captain William T Riker,
frazzled
and more then a bit annoyed leaned forward on the Admiral's desk
meeting
the subdued blue eyes of one who was once his captain. "You of all
people
should understand I would never commit the act your suggesting!"
Admiral Picard leaned back in his chair, brushing
his hand over his head
before
answering Will's comment with an infuriating amount of calm. "Are you
denying
that the enterprise fired on and subsequently destroyed a Betazoid
civilian
shuttle?"
Riker slouched his shoulders, a heavy sigh of
frustration escaping him, how
many
times was he going to have to go over this?
"I can't explain how that happened Sir. You
have to trust me, I've never
lied
to you before." Rubbing his hands briskly over his beard, he knew he
was
fighting an uphill battle, and he had no doubt what Admiral Picard's
response
would be to his plea to believe him. Hell, he wouldn't even believe
him,
if he hadn't been there.
"Your entire bridge crew has all ready sworn
that it was you that gave the
order
to fire....Are you suggesting some sort of elaborate mutiny?"
Yes, that exactly what he was suggesting, but he
knew better then to go down
that
road again....He'd been in this office for close to six hours, listened
to
every testimony against him, his friends, all of them, had sworn under
oath
that he had ordered the enterprise to Betazoid space, and that he had
initiated
the attack on the shuttle.
"I don't have an explanation Sir, but if I
might suggest a medical work up
on
the crew."
The look of pity in the Admiral's eyes did nothing
but heighten his anger
and
frustration..
"I'm sorry Captain, but effective immediately
you are relieved of command,
and
will be stripped of your rank as captain. You will remain on earth until
a
proper hearing can be held to decide your fate."
He stood rigidly in front of Picard, his
humiliation and rage increasing as
Picard
removed the pips from his collar, and the communicator from his
chest.
"Your dismissed."
"You mean I'm not being held in the
brig.....Jean Luc?" He punctuated his
sarcastic
remark by using Picards given name as if it were the most vile of
profanities.
Picard seemed unaffected, not surprisingly, he had
seemed pretty much
unaffected
by the entire proceeding.
"I strongly suggest you leave on that note
"mister" Riker." He gestured with
his
head towards the door, shooing him away as if he were a pesky bug.
"You pompous son of a bitch." He held the
Admiral's stare long enough for
his
own disappointment in a man he had once respected to settle over the
room
before turning abruptly and leaving.
*
Slipping
into a booth in the first bar he came to, he silently commended
himself
for holding on to his dignity as he had left Starfleet headquarters.
He
had held his head high, and sequestered his instincts to vent his anger
on
his shipmates, only nodding a brief acknowledgment to each one as he
moved
passed them.
"What can I get you?" Without looking up
at the voice that had spoken he
ordered
a Mauvirian whiskey, straight up.
"Make it a double." He called after her,
she never turned back to face him,
weather
or not she heard his request, he guessed he'd find out when his
drink
arrived. Didn't really matter he planed on escaping this hell he'd
been
living for the last week, and drunk seemed the most logical and
quickest
way to do it....if only temporarily.
Slouching back in his seat, he surveyed the bar,
and tried to find an
explanation
for this recent turn of events. None of it made sense to him,
right
down to the fact that he was sitting in a bar having a drink when the
federation
suspected him of deliberately instigating a war. Seemed like a
mother
of a crime he was being accused of, a crime punishable by death even
by
new federation policy.....and yet he was a free man, allowed to go out
and
drown himself in his own confusion. Ordering another drink before the
waitress
had even placed his first one on the table he decided maybe this
was
a punishment worse then death......he had lost the respect of his crew,
been
stripped of everything he had ever wanted....even Deanna had left him.
That
had been over a year ago when he'd taken command of the enterprise, but
he
figured as long as he was feeling sorry for himself he'd throw that into
the
pile of shit he was calling a life.
The world started to become much clearer as he
downed drink number three,
actually
he had convinced himself at this point that the whole god damn
quadrant
had gone mad and he was the only one that had any sense of reality
left.
He returned a smile to the beautiful Spielian that
sat at the bar, wondering
how
many times he'd wished they weren't off limits. If he believed in
angels,
he could have believed that the race calling themselves Spiel would
have
been the mold used to create them. Behind the silken strands of gold
that
lay against her fine features, her violet eyes literally shimmered with
sensual
promises. But looking was all a human could to with a Spiel, their
delicate
bodies would shatter if they entered into a physical relationship
with
anyone but their own. He had never quite figured out his infatuation
with
them, perhaps the forbidden fruit, but before he had met Deanna they
had
been the soul subject of his private fantasies. A sigh of disappointment
escaped
him, he downed the last of his drink in consolation for what he
would
never know, moving his gaze to the man who sat beside her. Even behind
the
hooded cloak the man wore and the blond hair that hung to his shoulders
he
recognized the eyes that were peering back at him.
"Shit." He buried his face in his hands,
hoping what, and who he saw was
only
an illusion created by too many Maurivian whiskies. He kept his face
buried,
shaking his head behind his hands....the footsteps grew louder, the
squeaking
of the seat on the other side of the table told him his nightmare
had
arrived.
"Ya know, I had just convinced myself my life
couldn't possibly get any
worse."
He lifted his head to meet the all too familiar eyes across from
him.
"Yea, well, think again brother dear cause you
ain't seen nothing yet."
Chapter 2
Will Riker leaned back in his seat, ignoring Tom's
ominous warning, instead
focusing
his somewhat distorted attentions on his brothers new appearance, "So
what's
with the cloak and blonder look?" He chuckled at his own witticism, and
slouched
further down in his seat.
Tom
only rolled his eyes, pulling the half full glass of whiskey away from Will
and
downing it himself.
"Ok,
the first thing I need you do is sober up." Realizing Will was paying no
attention
what so ever, he followed his gaze, looking over his shoulder at the
Spiel.
"And ignore the Spiel."
Tom
let his eyes linger a bit longer then he planed before turning back to face
his
intoxicated double.
"Hey,
your the responsible one, it would take a lot of pressure off of me if
you
could act the part."
"Not
anymore, or haven't you heard, I've screwed up my life big time." Will
stumbled
on his words, his eyes, and lopsided smile still directed at the tiny
blond
at the bar.
"I
know, that's why I'm here." Will reluctantly turned his half open eyes to
Tom,
straightening in his seat. "To gloat?"
"No,
to say it's not you that's screwed up, it's the universe." On that note
Will
slid back down in his chair, shaking his head.
"Come
on Will, you must have noticed that people are acting strange?" Tom
clicked
his empty glass against the table waiting impatiently for a response.
"I
have....I have noticed that, and up until this minute I had decided I was
the
only one left in the quadrant that hadn't lost their mind." His words were
slurred
and the mindless grin on his face was only intensifying Tom's
impatience.
"Then you believe me?"
"Nope.....Not
if your saying you are sane also, I mean look at you..." He waved
his
hand up and down in front of Tom's face. "You look like the Grim Reaper for
Christ
sake, and the hair thing...what is that?"
"I'm
in disguise you ass......If they knew I was here they'd try to tie my
hands
just like they've tied yours."
Will
straighten from his almost reclining position and leaned across the table
waiting
for Tom to move closer to him. As soon as Tom's ear was beside his
mouth
he pounded the last nail through Tom's patience, "The cock crows at
midnight."
He smirked.
"That's
it!" Tom used his close proximity to Will to grab his shirt, pushing
himself
from his seat and pulling Will unceremoniously from his, and dragging
him
through the door.
"Well,
that wasn't very discreet 'agent Tom'." Will waved his finger in Tom's
face,
shivering slightly in response to the frigid night air.
"Just
breath deep, walk, and shut up." Tom warned, pulling him down the almost
deserted
street. "I need you to climb out of this pool of pity your drowning
in,
and I need you to do it now! I need your help......*We* need your help."
Will
stopped short, "We? You mean there's someone else as sane as you and
I?"
His
sarcastic remark spiced with a subdued chuckle.
Tom
gripped Will's upper arms, applying enough pressure that he knew it would
be
uncomfortable for Will and either hold his attention or get himself punched
in
the face. "Betazed is under Romulan and federation control....it's not a
pretty
picture Will.....I kinda took it upon myself to liberate Deanna."
"Deanna!?
....Romulans?!......Yea, that sounds believable .....Tell me your not
a
couple of photons short of a torpedo." Will pulled out of his grasp, Tom
stepping
in front of him blocking his way. "You yourself said you thought the
quadrant
had gone nuts."
"I
know, and I plan on rethinking that theory as soon as thought becomes an
option
again....Now get the hell out of my way, and play your spy games with
someone
else......I've got real problems to deal with." He shoved his way past
him,
Tom being capable of walking without swerving got in front of him quickly.
"Did
you fire on the shuttle?"
"No."
"Then
how do you explain it?"
"I
can't..maybe a virus or something affected the crew."
"What
about Picard....do you think his behavior was normal?"
Will
pushed his hands deeply into his pockets, "Maybe...under the
circumstances....
after all my entire crew testified that I fired on the
shuttle.....
provoking a war does have a way of ticking people off."
Tom
raised his eyes to the sky, his frustration at trying to reason with this
drunken
fool evident by the grimace on his face. "Tell me Riker, did they
question
everyone that was on the bridge? How about the visiting Captain of the
Aries?"
Will's
stomach twisted at Tom's observation, why hadn't he thought of it...with
all
the bureaucratic bullshit he'd been through in the last week he had
completely
forgotten Captain Data.
"Here's
a bit more food for thought, Captain Data hasn't been seen or heard
from
since your little adventure..... Who's short on photons now Riker?"
Will
stood dumbfounded for endless seconds, fighting through the alcohol haze
that
still hung heavy over his mind.
"Where's
Deanna?"
"We'll
be there soon......she's a little banged up Will, but she'll be OK."
Both
Rikers picked up their pace, moving past the lighted streets into only the
moonlight
that bathed the mountains that surrounded the city.
"Why
is she banged up Tom?" Captain Riker's mind was clearing, the fog that had
blanketed
his brain replaced by a steady throbbing in his temples and the
realization
that he was about to see the woman he hadn't seen or heard from in
almost
a year.
"I
didn't just waltz in and escort her out Will....it was pretty hairy, seems
the
entire quadrant has banned together to make sure the Betazoid race stays on
the
planet and permanently out of touch with anyone else." Tom stopped there,
but
Will was sure there was something more he wanted to say......Instead of
pushing
for it, he decided crossing one bridge at a time would be his best bet
right
now.
"Does
she know I'm coming.....does she still hate me?"
The
expression on Tom's face at Will's question was one of disbelief, speckled
with
disappointment. "She accepted a job offer, you idiot....she didn't leave
because
she hated you."
"That's
what she said....but she couldn't have picked a worse time."
Tom
stopped to meet Will head-on, "And why is that Will, because she wasn't
there
to pat you on the back when you took command of the enterprise? God, you
can
be such a self centered jerk sometimes."
"And
you would have handled the relationship differently?"
Tom
thought about it for a moment, an all too familiar smile breaking over his
clean
shaven face.
"Probably
not, but now that I'm on the outside looking in.......If I were
Deanna
I would have kicked your ass around the block long before it came to
that."
Chapter 3
"Whatever." Tom's shoulders sagged at
Will's response to his observation,
not
so much because he was trying to start something with his comment about
Deanna,
but because right now he would have killed to see anything but
defeat
in his brother's face.
He moved ahead of Will, scuffing his foot over the
ground until he found
what
he was looking for. Pushing a patch of earth aside, he turned to look
at
Will who was eyeing the ground curiously.
"What is that?"
Tom shrugged, bending down and pushing the metal
door that had been hidden
under
the sod he had moved aside, "I think it's an old army bunker, or maybe
a
missile arsenal ....whatever it was, it's now where we're hiding until we
come
up with a plan." He gestured to the narrow tunnel that led into the
ground,
Will looked into the hole, then to Tom. "Our plan to save the
universe,
you mean?"
"Exactly."
"Your
nuts." Will responded coolly, but deep inside he felt a flicker of
jealousy
towards the man beside him, the glimmer of conviction and drive
that
literally radiated off him, so familiar, but right now so far out of
his
grasp.
Sitting on the ground preparing to lower himself
into the dark passage he
felt
Toms fingers flick off the top of his head. "Remember that nightmare we
had
as kids....the one that use to terrify us into avoiding sleep for days?"
Will nodded knowingly, his face twisting into a
grimace of dread as he
looked
down again into the dark hole he was about to climb into. "Are
there....?"
"Big ones."
Will shuddered at the thought, but the look on
Tom's face pushed him
forward,
it was quite apparent he was just as apprehensive about climbing
through
the narrow shaft as he was.
For every rung in climbed down he breathed a sigh
of relief when his hands
rested
on cold metal instead of the furry legs he was dreading..... Tom's
rendition
of the "Eencey Weencey spider" above him was doing nothing to help
his
decent.
He chose to ignore it, commenting on his singing
would only motivate him to
continue
and right now all he wanted to do was get to the bottom where he
was
sure there would be more space and his body wouldn't be scraping over
god
only knows what on the walls.
He felt his foot come to rest on solid ground
instead of the creaking rungs
of
the ladder he'd been climbing on. Spitting some dirt from his mouth he
moved
his eyes toward the light emanating from the back of the cavern. Tom
jumped
down beside him, gesturing with his head toward the back wall. "She's
in
there."
Will nodded slowly and moved even more slowly
toward the steel door Tom had
gestured
to, hesitating slightly before going inside.
"Will?" The soft whisper of his name
reached his ears before he had entered
the
room, acclimating his eyes to the bright light of the room, the smile on
her
somewhat bruised face caused his unwarranted fears to vanish. Without
thinking
he moved towards her, taking her in his arms, "Deanna......are you
all
right?"
She only nodded against his chest, the feel of her
body relaxing immediately
into
his, her arms around his waist pulling him closer to her, it was as if
the
last year had never happened......he couldn't speak for her, but as he
stroked
his hands over her silky hair, and breathed in the familiar aroma
that
was her, he had to admit this was the place in his life he would always
call
home.
"Now don't you feel like an idiot Will?"
Tom's voice pushed him to
reluctantly
open his eyes to glare at him.
Deanna pulled her head from Will's chest, keeping
her arms snugly around his
waist
but positioning herself so she could shift her smile between the
brothers,
"I see we're getting along as well as always."
Identical grins of guilt covered both of their
faces as they looked at her.
"And I see you both made it past the big bad
spiders."
Will lowered his eyes to the glint of amusement
that shined in her ebony
eyes,
before narrowing his own eyes, turning them towards Tom and nodding.
"Actually Deanna, the spiders weren't too bad,
it's that nest of snakes we
disturbed
on the way down that has us worried"
She moved her eyes between the men, both
masterfully holding on to their
concerned
expressions, never flinching in response to her scrutiny.
"He's only kidding Deanna but you know what
they say about glass houses."
She slapped Will's chest, and glared at Tom.
Tom nodded apologetically, but the grin on both
their faces contradicted his
action.
"I'm not sure I'm up for *two* of you."
She smiled up at Will, Tom's voice
again
interrupting the moment.
"I have to get to work on this." He
reached into the pack that was propped
against
the metal wall, and proudly displayed his find.
"That's the monitor for Data's locator
chip.......How did you get that?"
"What can I say...... I'm just clever I
guess." He arched his eyebrows
wickedly
before continuing, "I'm going to leave you two alone for awhile,
see
if I can get this working."
Again Deanna and Will watched Tom dig through his
pack, this time he came
out
with two armbands. Turning them in his hand a couple of times he tossed
them
at their feet, "Now I want you two to feel free to remove as much or as
little
clothing as you like, but I'm going to have to insist you keep those
securely
around your arm. Maybe you could incorporate it into your
foreplay."
A sinister grin lit up his features before he pushed his way
through
the small metal door and moved into the next room.
"Arrogant SOB." Will mumbled as he
reached down and retrieved the bands Tom
had
thrown on the ground.
Moving his gaze from the armbands to Deanna he
couldn't help but smile at
the
blush in her cheeks.
"I missed you Deanna." Cupping his hand,
he ran the back of his fingers over
her
reddened cheeks avoiding the bruise on her cheekbone.
"Me too Will." Her eyes closed in
response to his touch.
It had been so long since he'd touched her, but in
the past year only brief
moments
had passed when he wasn't thinking about it.
Her hand reached for his, he was sure she was going
to push him away,
instead
she directed it downward. He followed her guidance, watching his
hand
as it moved over her jaw, down the length of her neck before finally
stopping
to rest on the curve of her breast. Her hand fell away, leaving
Will
a little surprised at her greeting, but more then pleased to
accommodate.
Instinctively both of his hands gently caressed the
soft mounds of her
breasts,
his thumbs tracing her nipples and grazing over them softly. Her
nipples
hardened with his efforts pushing out temptingly against the sheer
pink
cotton of her blouse.
His name quivered from her mouth on a sigh,
amplifying his need and
stimulating
him to explore her completely. Pinching the peaks of her
nipples,
he slid his hands over her stomach, over the sides of her thighs,
forcefully
gripping her buttocks in his hands and pushing her tightly
against
him guiding her movements against his growing erection.
His heart was racing, his breathing out of control,
the feel of her hips
moving
against him, meeting his gentle rocking with a promising rhythm of
what
could lie ahead was threatening to consume him.
Two or three rational thoughts still floated
through his mind, but dissolved
as
her voice sounded through his head. "I want you Imzadi."
A quick jerk on the neckline of her blouse sent the
buttons helplessly to
the
ground, granting him access to the heated skin beneath. Urgently he
captured
her mouth with his, both of them acting to feed and satisfy the
hunger
of the other. Lowering her to the ground, he trapped her small body
beneath
his, forgetting the problems of the universe, and what tomorrow
might
bring.
For this instant in time, this was the universe, a
universe filled only with
the
sweet flavor of her mouth, the tantalizing scent of her arousal, and the
mutual
gratification of two people who had spent far too much time denying
the
other.
Chapter 4
Deanna settled her head against Will's chest his
heavy breathing slowly
returning
to normal, but his emotions over what had just happened still in
overdrive.
She
waited silently for the question she knew he needed to ask, honestly if
he
didn't ask it she would have started wondering if hadn't been affected
like
the rest of the quadrant.
"Deanna. I hate to ruin this perfect
moment."
"But you will" She answered, pushing
herself up on his chest looking into
his
vivid blue eyes, hiding the smile she felt at the shock on his face her
calm
answer had spawned.
"What's that suppose to mean......I only meant
maybe we should get dressed
before
Tom decides to come back and offer us more of his wisdom on the
outcome
of the universe."
She sat up beside him, holding his eyes with her
own until she was confident
he
knew she knew he was lying.
Standing up she moved to the pack Tom had kept his
treasures in and pulled
out
a change of clothes for both of them.
"You certainly can't wear your uniform."
she said, tossing the pants and
shirt
she had pulled from the sack to him. His gaze hadn't moved from her
since
her comment, his eyes clouded gray with confusion, and unfortunately a
little
hurt.
"Will, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you,
but I knew you were going to
attempt
to over think what just happened. Life's too short....I won't spend
the
rest of my life denying myself what I want."
Sitting back down beside him, she watched his
expression temper....the
philosophy
she had just quoted she was sure was familiar to him, but one she
had
never been able to share until now.
"I want you Will, and then if tomorrow never
comes....." Her words trailed
off,
Will's eyes narrowing with an immense concern as he rested his hands on
her
shoulders.
"What's happening on Betazed?"
Her throat burned from the tears she was trying to
keep inside, she had
promised
herself she wouldn't cry, not now, not until they had done all they
could
to save her home.
"I know you don't believe Tom, but he's not
exaggerating. There's something
wrong
with the universe and the only people it isn't affecting are the
Betazoids."
She saw his jaw tighten, his hands gripped her
shoulders tighter.
"Your not buying into this conspiracy theory
of Toms?" He cocked his head
towards
the closed door, she sensed how much he wanted her to say she
didn't.
"They're herding Betazoids from all over,
pushing them into cages and
shipping
them to research facilities on the planet. I'm not sure what I
believe,
but I do know it was a Romulan warbird that pulled me off the
Pacifica.
I don't know where Tom came from, but I know I never thought I'd
be
so happy to see him again."
He let his hands fall from her shoulders, a heavy
sigh escaping him before
he
stood up and began to dress himself. "Tom and I aren't Betazoid, why
aren't
we being affected by this mutiny of the universe."
There was a cold, dry, disbelieving lilt in his
voice, she had never known
him
to doubt her, but under the circumstances she accepted his skepticism.
"We
don't know....That's why Tom thinks Data could help. As soon as he heard
he
hadn't been called to testify at your hearing we headed back to earth."
"So, how long have you and super boy been
together? No offense Deanna but
I'm
finding this outlook on life you have acquired a bit disconcerting, no
matter
what's going on on Betazed. It's not like you."
She stood up, and straightened the collar of his
shirt before raising up on
her
toes and kissing away the ambiguous expression on his face.
As she pulled away from him, his mouth gave way to
a crooked smile, "Ok,
maybe
I should rethink my opinion on your new outlook, but I still seriously
doubt
Tom Riker is in this for purely selfless reasons. I'm not sure he's
capable
of thinking about anyone but himself."
Deanna smiled, crossing her arms over her chest,
"I think your wrong
Will......I
think Tom is being driven by his heart this time."
The grin on Will's face widened, "Your not
suggesting he's......no way. Tom
Riker
is incapable of committing to one woman, goes against his grain. And
if
there is a woman, I guarantee you his heart isn't what he's thinking
with"
Her laughter at the irony of Will's comment escaped
her before she could
stop
it.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No....Yes.... I'm sorry Will. It's just that
my new attitude, Tom thinking
with
his lower extremities, being unable to commit.....there all you, and
yet
you can't accept them from anyone else."
Will shifted his weight, not comfortable with the
grin on Deanna's face, or
the
fact that maybe she was right.
"Knock Knock"
He breathed a sigh of relief as Tom's voice sounded
from the other side of
the
door, terminating Deanna's psychoanalysis.
"Guess we'll have to finish this conversation
later, Miss Troi.....after we
save
the universe." He rolled his eyes as he spoke before calling for to Tom
to
come in.
Tom moved his eyes back and forth between Will and
Deanna, finally resting
them
on Will. "Put your foot in it again Captain?"
"Probably." He grinned at Tom, sending a
sideways glance to Deanna before
changing
the subject.
"I'm sober now Tom, I need to know what's
going on before I follow you any
further....going
off half cocked is not the way I do things."
He chose to ignore the disappointed look Tom and
Deanna shared at his “Besides the state of Betazed, and the fact that Romulans are working with
the federation, is there anything else you can tell me?” Grins of relief broke
over Tom and Deanna’s face before Deanna spoke up. “It’s as if the entire
universe, or at least the part we’ve been exposed to is comprised of a single
objective.....an objective that has banned all the forces together to work as
one.” “And the single objective is to what....destroy Betazed?” Tom shook
his head at Will’s observation, “No, I think Betazed was an oversight, a
part of the plan to control the universe that didn’t quite work out....We
think that’s the reason for the research labs, whoever, or whatever devised
this strategy is trying like hell to fix its mistake.” Will leaned back
against the wall. “What about the Borg....they tend to control entire
civilizations with single thought.” “No, the Borg strip life forms of their
identities .....all the species I’ve come in contact with since this began
still hold on to their individuality. It’s more like a common goal, then a
single thought.” Deanna pushed her hair behind her ear, “I wish you could
both feel what I’m sensing .....it’s wonderful.” Will furrowed his brow,
shifting his eyes to the look of utter confusion on Tom’s face, Tom shrugged,
“She keeps saying that....I just don’t understand how wonderful a feeling it
can be if their intention is to control her species. Besides there’s nothing
wonderful about some outside source dictating what my goals are going to be,
picking and choosing is half the fun.” Will wholeheartedly agreed with Tom’s
sentiment, both men looking to Deanna. She shook her head in frustration, “I
can’t explain it......I just know that if they can’t find a way to instill
the directive on Betazed, the simplest solution would be.....” “Destruction
of the species.” Will finished her sentence, the look in her eyes making him
wish he hadn’t. UNITED WE STAND 5 Will Riker propped his head on the duffel bag he’d been assigned as a
pillow, appreciating the soft feel of Deanna’s body against his, and her warm
breath as it penetrated the light cotton of his shirt. He pulled her closer to
him as she slept, sending a glower to the not so pleasant sound of Tom’s
snoring from the other side of the room. He had to admit he was jealous that
they both had been able to fall asleep so quickly after their little strategy
session, but after listening to the adventures the two had shared in the last
week it was understandable that sleep had become a valued commodity for them. He
had turned the conversation over in his mind at least a dozen times and no
matter how many angles he chose to look at it from he had to admit he was
impressed with the information Tom had been able to come up with, or more
realistically eliminate. Q had been the only life form Tom hadn’t excluded
from his list of suspects, but he was positive if Q were behind this he would
have wanted everyone to know he was behind this.... gloating was what drove Q,
to remain anonymous would defeat his egotistical purpose. Stroking his hand over
Deanna’s hair, he nodded a silent approval to Tom....he’d done a hell of a
job, from suspecting the phenomena immediately, to commandeering a shuttle, to
his rescue of Deanna, to his unorthodox liberation of Data’s locator, all of
it amazed him, and in an odd way made him proud. He couldn’t explain that
feeling, maybe it was just the fact that for a change he wasn’t dragging the
Riker name through the mud....or maybe it was more selfish then that....He hadn’t
felt like this in well over a year, like someone had lit a tiny fire in every
nerve in his body, and his blood had been fortified with electrical ions. He was
Will Riker again, not the captain of the enterprise, not Jean Luc Picard’s
first officer....but Will Riker, a man who thought for himself, and had a
tendency to blow off technicalities. He jumped at the loud beeping that sounded through the enclosure, Tom
bounding to his feet so quickly he staggered for a moment. “It’s Data’s
chip!” Tom announced, a triumphant smile blanketing his face. “There it
is....Shit, I can’t believe I got it to work!” Will couldn’t help but
chuckle at Tom as he danced around the room obviously astounded by his
accomplishment. He had never seen him like this before, doubt at your own
abilities was something only shared with those you trusted most. Deanna
stretched as she pushed off Will’s chest, watching Tom for a second before
smiling at Will. “He’s very pleased with himself. He’s managed to dupe
starfleet again.” “I can see that.” She answered, kissing his cheek and
scratching her nose in response to the tickle of his beard.. He winked at her
before returning his attentions to Tom. “Anytime you’d like to share your
findings with your partners?” Tom pulled his gaze from the monitor in his hand
to Will and Deanna, “I have to be the most resourceful and amazing man that
ever lived.” Will reached out and took the monitor Tom offered him, a wry
smile on his lips, “And the most humble as well.” “Oh, don’t give me that crap.....if you’d been able to crack the code
we’d be expected to kiss your butt.” The retort Will had planed stalled in his throat as he viewed the coordinates
for Data’s retrieval. “Do you know where this is?” Tom raised an all
knowing eyebrow and nodded, “Right smack dab in the middle of hell.” Deanna
pulled Will’s hand to her, looking at the view screen that appeared to have
both the Rikers a little set back. Will noticed her perplexed and concerned
expression and attempted to explain. “After world war three it took the earth
years to recover, but banning together the people of earth were able to restore
the planet....All but this five hundred mile radius.” He moved his fingers
over the screen. “This area here that covers the three corners of what was
once Egypt, Libya, and Sudan never recovered. The earth opened up during the
fighting, swallowing the civilizations and creating the Khu Gorge .....a Gorge
so deep sunlight barely reaches the bottom.” “Sounds lovely.” Her voice
was cool, but Will could see the revulsion in her face. The Betazoid race had
lived peacefully for thousands of years, instead of only hundreds as the earth
had....The concept of virtually destroying a race due to beliefs and power
practically foreign to her. “Bet we won’t encounter any spiders there.”
Tom chimed in, abolishing the all too intense moment Will and Deanna were
sharing. “Maybe we should get packing, you guys are throwing cold water on my
moment with all this morbid talk.” *** Tom and Deanna emerged from the ancient bunker first, flashing a signal
to Will that he could start his ascent. They had all agreed that three on the
old ladder might be too much weight, Will had no problem postponing his climb
through the spider infested shaft. Three quarters of the way up the ladder he
could hear the strong wind that blew above him, the scent of a storm brewing,
overpowering the smell of dirt in the tunnel. An unfamiliar voice above him
caused him to stop short on the third to last rung. “You are Betazoid.” The
voice was low, almost a growl, he was fairly certain it was the baritone voice
of a Klingon. “I’m afraid your mistaken Buddy......If she were Betazoid I
would never have married her. Betazoids are too fragile.....I like a woman who
can take anything I can dish out, if you know what I mean.” Will unsnapped the
phaser from his belt, the growl of agreement that emanated from the Klingon did
nothing to help him believe Tom was going to pull this off. He stuck his head
cautiously out of the shaft, thankful Tom had managed to lure the intruder far
enough from the entrance that he wouldn’t be seen. “I mean look at those
thighs......Thunder thighs I call her, and this butt...Lotsa meat there.” Will
raised his eyes to the sky, quite sure that after this little display Tom would
be much safer facing the Klingon then the tiny Betazoid beside him. He raised
his weapon anyway and fired before the Klingon was able to activate his
tricorder and run a scan on Deanna. Tom relaxed his shoulders and let his hand
fall from Deanna’s butt cheeks as the Klingon fell with a thud to the ground.
“Great work Will!” “Yea, yea, you can kiss my ass later......Let’s get
outta here before any other unannounced visitors show up.” Will moved beside
Tom, sidestepping the poison darts that seemed to be shooting from Deanna’s
narrowed eyes. “That was quick thinking Tom....real smooth.” The grin on Tom’s
face faded as he followed Will’s eyes to Deanna, “I didn’t mean any of it
Deanna, you know that.. right? I love your butt, I’ve been known to fantasize
about it even.” Tom shifted his pitiful expression to Will, whose eyes had
also narrowed into slits. “Well, I don’t anymore.... fantasize I mean.” A
few more words tumbled from Tom’s mouth before he slouched his shoulders in
defeat, and stomped ahead of his partners. Will held out his arm to Deanna,
cradling it around her shoulder as she walked under it. “That was fun.” He
said, a wicked grin covering his bearded face. “It was, wasn’t it......I
think I feel vindicated now.” UNITED WE STAND 6 “I can’t believe this is your idea of transportation.” Will Riker
attempted to change his position but found it impossible. “I’ll never be
able to straighten my legs again.” He massaged his calf’s as best he could
with his knees pressed against his chest. “Stop complaining, I was only one
when I started this little adventure, I didn’t know I was going to be
accommodating anyone else.” Tom tossed a look over his shoulder, turning back
to the view port quickly unable to hide his amusement at Will’s contorted
position. “I don’t hear anyone else complaining.” “Of course you don’t,
your in the pilots seat, and Deanna, well, she’s just little.” Deanna pulled
her eyes away from the tricorder she was studying intently, “Actually I was
surprised my butt fit into the seat.” She smiled sympathetically at Will’s
uncomfortable predicament, Will making no attempt to hide his satisfaction as he
watched Tom’s shoulder’s tense in response to Deanna’s dig. He shared a
smile with Deanna, waiting to see what BS Tom was going to try this time. “I’m
not sure if I mentioned this before, but did I tell you when I found Will in the
bar he was totally mesmerized by a beautiful Spiel.” Tom shot an innocent look
over his shoulder, wide blue eyes, slight pout on his bottom lip, Will was
impressed, the look worked well on Tom’s clean-shaven face. “All men are
mesmerized by Spiel, I’d be worried about him if he hadn’t been.” She
squeezed Will’s thigh as she spoke, he flinched in response to the pins and
needles that spiked through his leg and decided instantly, Tom’s pity look
wasn’t worth practicing in the mirror. “Nice try Tom, that pathetic puppy
look was a nice touch though.” Tom snickered at him, “I was thinking maybe
we should take the scenic route.” He veered the tiny ship, shifting Will’s
position, sending Will’s knee into his cheek. Will’s groan echoed through
the cramped cock pit. “Oh, I’m sorry Will... I must have hit the steering
column when I was *stretching* my legs.” Will looked to Deanna for help, but
her eyes had returned to the readouts on the tricorder, either she didn’t care
that Tom was picking on him, or whatever she was doing was more interesting then
their adolescent bickering. “What are you studying so closely?” “I’m running a cross DNA analysis on the three of us, there must be some
reason we aren’t being affected .” “And?” “And nothing I’m afraid.....not one component overlaps, anywhere.” She
looked at him, shaking her head in frustration. “Don’t worry Deanna, once we
find Data we’ll get to the bottom of this. And I promise if things get too out
of hand on Betazed we’ll make a special trip back there and we’ll get your
mother out.” He chose to ignore the “like hell we will.” look that Tom
flipped over his shoulder, instead doing his best maneuvering to pull Deanna
against him. “Thanks Will.” She sighed, settling her head against his
shoulder. ============== “There she is!” Tom’s enthusiastic voice jolted Will from the
sleep he had fallen into, the thud of his head hitting the metal ceiling above
him causing Deanna to stir as well. “Son of a bitch.” He massaged his head,
realizing it was the only part of his body that hadn’t gone completely numb.
“Set her down over there Tom.” He looked out the tiny portal at his side,
the barren landscape scarred with patches of blackened sand, images of what
appeared to be the charred remains of the past were literally burned into the
dismal landscape. He swallowed hard, understanding why the federation had chosen
to leave this area untouched, an ominous reminder of man’s inhumanity to man.
“I said put her down over there.” He tapped his window, pointing to the
gorge that cut through the devastation like an open wound. “I’m not putting
her down anywhere. I’m taking her in.” “Like hell you are. I just as soon
leap off the edge then have YOU fly us in there.” “Fine I’ll hold the door
for you, but I’m not landing.” Tom spun his head around to look at Will,
both Riker’s eyes burning with the same fire of conviction. “This ship may
only seat four......but I’m the captain.” “Yea, a Captain who’ll get us
all killed if....” “Shut up, both of you!” Deanna’s cross words ended
the debate instantly, “Nobody’s taking her in, look at the readouts.” She
pointed to the console, both Rikers following her finger. “She’s right.”
Will raised an eyebrow at Deanna and nodded approvingly. “So what do we do
now?” She asked, moving her dark eyes between Will and Tom. “We can take her
in the first twenty meters, find a place to set down, then we climb.” “Climb!?”
The apprehensive lilt in her voice brought a smile to both Tom and Will. “Piece
of cake, Deanna.” The brothers response came in unison, the same ardent
sparkle of adventure shining in both their faces. ================== “This is incredible.” Will’s arms slipped around Deanna’s waist,
easing her to the cavern floor, but his eyes were transfixed on the strangely
beautiful world they’d just entered. Tom landed with a thud behind her, his
eyes reflecting the same sentiments Will had just shared. He let the rope dangle
from the cliff face they had just scaled before moving beside Will. She could
hear them mumbling together, running their hands over the smooth surface of the
walls, the shadows of light that actually reached the floor of the gorge
painting eerie images on the cave walls. Bounce light Will had called it,
admittedly it was beautiful, it played off the surface of the walls creating
almost iridescent hues of color that reflected red and orange up the sides of
the walls until only a muted yellow could be seen at the highest level her eyes
could reach. But she still didn’t share the Riker brothers fascination with
this place, the silence in the deep gorge was deafening, if it weren’t for
Will and Tom’s murmuring there would be nothing. Logically she understood why,
no animal would ever be able to venture to this depth, and if it did it would
have ventured here only as a mistake, like the bones they had found a few levels
up, stripped clean by the sandstorms that reaped their havoc through the gorge.
But to her the silence was haunting, something she was sure the two adventurers
in front of her could never understand. Wrapping her arms around herself, she
silenced the goose bumps that swept up her arms, focusing on the emotions that
literally vibrated from Tom and Will. “Look at these!” It was Tom’s awe
filled voice this time, she watched as he moved his hands over the glyphs on the
wall. “How bizarre is this?” She moved closer to Will, she didn’t like the
tone in Tom’s voice, or the confusion she felt from Will. They had seen
several Egyptian Hieroglyphics on the climb down, why were these different from
the others. Will offered her only a sideways glance, slipping his hand under her
hair and cradling her neck gently. “Anasazi?” She eyed Tom’s doubtful
expression before shifting her dark eyes to Will. “No way, that’s impossible”
Will stroked his hand over the etchings under the ledge, “There hardly worn
Tom, there nothing like the ones we saw on our way down.” “I was afraid you
were going to say that.” Tom cocked his head at Will, a baffled expression
gripping his features. “Scan it Tom, see if we get anything.” Will’s face
mirrored Toms, and the smile of reassurance they both tried to offer her failed
miserably. She watched them for a moment, a flicker of light catching her eye,
she slipped from Will’s hand and moved towards it, shining her lantern on the
unfamiliar symbol before turning back to Tom and Will. “What is this one?”
She whispered the question, both Rikers turning their attentions to the light
she shined on the other side of the cave wall. Two pair of blue eyes darkened as
they looked on the symbol she held in the light, the emotions from both of them
switching from confusion to extreme disgust. Will moved beside her, tracing his
hand over the blackened symbol on the wall several times before nodding to Tom.
“A swastika.” Both of them answered her question simultaneously, and she was
very sure she didn’t like the private look they shared. UNITED WE STAND 7 Both Rikers moved in opposite direction down the narrow passage in the heart
of the gorge, shining their lanterns on the cave wall that held the image of the
swastika. “What are you seeing Will?!” Tom’s question creating an echo that
disturbed the soundlessness of the deep ravine. Will walked towards Tom, reciting the images he’d seen on his trek down the
corridor, “Christ crucifixion, the symbol for the Templar knights, actually I
think each one of these markings represents one of the crusades, but I’m not
sure.” He slid his hand over the incised walls, “This looks like the flags for the
Triple alliance and the Triple Entente, world war one....There’s some I can’t
identify Tom, how bout you?” He stopped next to Deanna, who still stood
staring at the swastika. “Same kinda thing Will, but I seem to be moving into the future, the entire
wall seems to depict all of the earth’s transgressions, right up to........” “Right up to what?” Will shined his light towards Tom, cradling his arm
around Deanna’s waist and urging her forward. “What’d ya suppose this is?” Will was confident Tom had only asked the
question out of surprise, not because he was uncertain as to what it was. “I thought we had eliminated the Borg as suspect.” Deanna moved a little
closer to Will as she spoke, the unsettled feeling coming from the two men much
more disturbing then the images on the walls. “We have. I’m sure the borg wouldn’t bother to create a mural depicting
human error. Whoever made these drawings may just think the borg were our last
offense.” Gesturing down the sandy passage he added, “I mean there’s still
plenty of space for them to add any new screw ups as we make them.” Tom’s grin returned to his face, “personally I’d rather be faced with a
blank wall then ponder something I can’t do shit about.” Deanna felt Will’s emotions shift as he met Tom’s arrogant smile, “I’ll
bet you’ve got your own wall around here somewhere....Tom Riker screw ups.” “Yea, probably right beside asinine mistakes of Will Riker.” Deanna couldn’t help but smile at the camaraderie the two had established
since this little escapade had begun, she only wished she could be as
unemotional about the unexplained as they were. “Ok, so we’ve established that someone seems awfully concerned with the
earth’s violent history, but what are all the little sparkly things running up
the wall.” She shifted uncomfortably as the brothers transferred their gazes from the
wall to her, both of their expressions exactly the same. “What....was that a silly question?” Will exchanged a look with Tom before dropping his hand from her shoulder,
and repositioning it softly at the base of her neck. “It’s not that Deanna,
it’s just we....we don’t see any sparkly things.” “How can you not see them.” She wiggled out from under Will’s touch,
tracing her hands over the strands of glitter she was positive trailed up the
walls. “There right here, it was the flash from them that drew me to the
pictures in the first place.” Will narrowed his eyes, sending Tom a sideways glance that immediately
prompted him to move his tricorder over the space Deanna’s fingers had just
touched. “Nothing.” Tom said, shaking his head. “Maybe one of our palm lanterns
shined in your eyes and they’re playing tricks on you.” Deanna did not like the condescending tone in Tom’s voice, nor the similar
emotions she felt emanating from Will. Clenching her fist at her sides, she sneered at Tom, “Kiss my butt!” Will did his best to swallow the grin that was threatening to break over his
face, not only in response to Deanna’s very out of character expression, but
the utter shock that had spread over Tom Riker’s face. Deanna spun quickly around to face him sending the same venomous glare to
Will, “Oh, you can stop trying to hide your smile Riker.....I see your little
Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.” Will’s hand flew instinctively to his throat, “I’m sorry......but it
just didn’t sound like you.” He looked at her with a pleading smile, she laid her hand on his chest. “Well
my new objective is to be just like Tom, so you better get use to it..... first
it was the unbridled sex, and now I’m working on my colorful expressions.” She spun quickly, holding her smile until her back was turned to him.....He
followed behind her, ignoring her ridiculous remark, instead making a mental
note to check out the Adams apple thing in the mirror. ================= The passage had narrowed so the three had to walk sideways to push themselves
through the pillars of stone that jutted upward to such heights the peaks couldn’t
be seen. “I feel like I’m in a giant digestive track.” Tom grunted the comment
as he held his breath to fit through the twisted stones. “Maybe that’s what all this sand is, the digested remains of all the
other idiots who tried to make it through here.” “Shut up Tom!” Will’s lungs were so constricted by the tight space he
was sure Tom probably had not heard his warning. He squeezed his eyes shut as he
maneuvered through the maze of stone, his sweat dripping down his face and
stinging his eyes, his hands pinned so snugly at his sides he was unable to wipe
it away. “Looks like we’re almost on top of him!” Tom’s voice sounded normal instead of strained as it had been, he surmised
that to mean he was soon to be freed from this limestone coffin. He stumbled from the narrow passage, gulping several breaths of air, it
tasted stagnant in his mouth but he was thankful to be able to breath in a lung
full. “Through that cave opening.” Tom pointed a few yards ahead of them, not
allowing Will any time to recover. “Look at that!” Deanna gestured upward to a enormous tree that was
embedded tightly in the rocks above them, a tree Will was sure was not
indigenous to this area. “Well, here’s a cheery thought, looks like flash floods have become yet
another obstacle on our journey down the yellow brick road.” Will sent a reprimanding glare to Tom as he blurted out what he had all ready
surmised, but had decided not to share. “And maybe when we get to the wizard he can give you the brain you seem to
be lacking.” Will cocked his head to Deanna. “I just think she’s tougher then you give her credit for, that’s all.”
Tom replied with a wave of his hand. “Now you stay out here while toto and I check out the cave.” Will raised a surprised eyebrow as Deanna accepted the phaser and Tom’s
order without protest. “It’s called positive stroking, works every time.” Tom whispered as
they entered the cave. “No, I thinks it’s called she didn’t really.....” His words halted
abruptly, the Riker’s high pitched screams resonating throughout the cave. “What is it!?” Deanna’s winded voice sounded behind them, she shined
her light on their horrified faces and then into the dark cave. “Oh Gods! “ She shuddered as she moved her eyes over the illuminated
floor of the cave, the ground virtually invisible beneath what had to be
thousands of spiders. The concentration of the huge furry things so thick, it
was impossible to tell where one spider ended and the others began. “Yuck”..... She uttered, backing slowly out of the cave before moving her
attentions to Will and Tom who were far too quiet for her taste. Tom slapped his hand on Will’s shoulder, Will nodding a silent agreement
before both turned to face Deanna. “That’s it Deanna.... This missions been called on account of spiders.” UNITED WE STAND 8 “He’s only joking Deanna.” Will met Deanna’s steady gaze before
sending a sidelong glance to Tom, “Weren’t you Tom?” “Of course I was, I’m not going to let a few spiders stop us from finding
Data.” The grimace on his face as he spoke completely contradicting his words. “I’ll admit I don’t share this intense phobia you two seem to have, but
I don’t think I’m willing to walk through there.” Deanna’s eyebrows
raised apprehensively, “How will we..” Her words trailed off as both men
unsnapped their phasers, her look of apprehension shifting to aversion. “Will?” “I’m sorry Deanna, but burning them out is the only way.” He rested his hand on the base of her neck, stroking his thumb over her soft
skin. “Believe me Deanna, we wish there was another way, destroying any life,
no matter how vile .....well, we certainly won’t derive any pleasure from it,
put it that way. Right Tom?” He slid his eyes to Tom, who was already
increasing the setting on his weapon. “Right Tom?” “Right Will....I would never draw pleasure from frying the little beasts.”
There was an all to eager quality in Tom’s voice that betrayed his sentiment. “Can’t you even play act at having some compassion.” Will rolled his
eyes to the sky, shaking his head in amazement. “I have compassion, just not for spiders......Now let’s get this over
with.” He tilted his head towards the cave entrance before moving towards it.
Will squeezed Deanna’s shoulder briefly before dropping his hand and falling
in behind Tom. A faint vibration under their feet caused both men to stop before entering
the cave. “What the hell is that?” Will’s question was lost on the roaring sound
that filled the ravine, first a deep rumble as though something large was being
moved, followed by a whooshing sound, that caused the stagnant air around them
to circulate into a strong breeze. The hot wind blasted through the gorge for well over a minute, carrying with
it an almost intoxicating aroma Will was certain he’d smelled before. As the churning breeze retreated, the still air of the gorge returned but the
lightly sweet scent still remained. He moved his eyes over his two companions gauging their reactions to what had
just happened, Tom’s face seemed to mirror what he was feeling, but Deanna
seemed enthralled by the scent that floated around them. “You recognize that smell Tom.” It was more of a statement then a
question, Tom nodded, “Yea, I just can’t remember where, or when....but it
sure provokes some pleasurable feelings.” “That’s for sure, I just wish I could put the feelings with the
memories......Deanna how bout you?” She shook her head and answered distractedly, “I’m sure if I’d smelled
it before I would remember, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered such an
indulging fragrance.” Will nodded an agreement, inhaling deeply, allowing more of the addicting
aroma to pervade him, he was sure if he allowed himself to, his mind and body
could almost be captured by the enchanting sensations the aroma was awakening in
him. “Hey, the spiders are gone!!!” Tom’s voice echoed through the cloudy haze that had formed over his mind,
he shook his head, snapping to attention. Tom stood only inches from his face when his world became clear again. “It’d be a good idea not to focus too hard on the feelings that smell
seems to induce.” Will shifted his gaze between Deanna, who seemed to be recovering from the
same state of euphoria he had fallen into and Tom, who seemed fully alert and
almost unaffected. “I’ve found in my life it’s never a good idea to give in too quickly to
what seems to be perfection....too often perfection comes back and bites you in
the ass.” Tom answered Will’s question before he’d been able to organize the
thoughts he needed to ask it. “Sounds kinda cynical to me.” Will ran his tongue over his lips, his
mouth dry in response to the arid breeze that had carried the aroma into the
ravine. Tom shrugged, gesturing toward the cave, “Maybe, but at least I didn’t
lapse into dreamland like you two.....now let’s go through there before they
come back.” Will concentrated on not allowing his thoughts to drift away on the
fragrance, taking Deanna’s hand they followed Tom into the cavern. The three moved across the now barren floor, Will and Tom’s eyes darting
around the room like stalked animals as they moved towards the adjacent room. “Where do you think they went?” Deanna whispered. “I don’t know....but I think I liked it better when I knew where they
were.” He offered her a weak smile as she squeezed his hand reassuringly. ============== “Great, more pretty pictures but no tin man.” Tom slapped his fist into
his palm, “I’m beginning to think someone is leading us on a wild goose
chase.” Will released Deanna’s hand and moved beside Tom to look at the readouts on
Data’s monitor. “He should be right here, unless....” Will’s thought
dropped off as he moved his hands over the walls. “The rumble we heard, it
sounded like something heavy was moving....you don’t think?” Tom only thought for a second before joining Will in his search for a
mechanism on the wall... “These inscriptions on the wall look like Hebrew, and these drawings, they
seemed to be indicative to the early developments of Christianity.” Tom nodded
an agreement, both men surveying every inch of the wall. “Hey, the smell’s gone.” Tom inhaled deeply, “Your right..that’s weird.... sure would feel better
if I could have placed it.” A sigh of concurrence left Will’s lungs.... “Anytime you’d like to help
us Deanna....feel free.” The teasing grin on Will’s face vanished as he
looked back over his shoulder and found no trace of her. “Deanna!” The haunting echo of her name bounced through the room, pushing both men
urgently towards the door they’d entered through. Again the ground rumbled under their feet, the grinding sound of rock against
rock came simultaneously with the steady movement of the room. “The doors moving!” Will shouted lunging for what had once been the
opening, his hand meeting with only stone as a wall of limestone replaced the
once accessible entrance. “Oh well, shit.” Tom snapped, slapping the rock that covered their only
exit. Will leaned against the cave wall, dropping his head in frustration, “Yea....
I’d say that just about sums it up.” UNITED WE STAND 9 “I think your wrong, I don’t think that’s the way it happened.” Tom
Riker scratched the stubble that grown in on his chin, challenging Will’s
premise that someone had intentionally sealed them in the room. Will gave up his
search of the walls and met his brothers more then convincing stare. “Ok, then how did it happen?” “Beats me, but we don’t know how long Deanna was gone before we
noticed.....when we turned around the door was still open. Maybe something else
triggered the mechanism that caused the room to revolve.” “Something else like what?” “Like us, the room didn’t revolve until we charged for the entrance to
find....” Tom’s explanation fell off, Will eyed him suspiciously as he
walked heal toe across the left side of the room. “In the ancient crypts of Cardassia they always built invisible switches in
the floor so when the spirit left the body it would step immediately on the
switch, releasing it’s soul to the Panaro.” “Couldn’t it just walk through the wall?” The click that sounded underneath Tom’s foot wiped the smirk off Will’s
face, and caused his shoulder’s to tighten. “Nothing happened.” Tom kept his foot on the spot he had found, his face dropping with
disappointment. “Maybe we should start thinking like Egyptians instead of
Cardassians.....didn’t they entomb their best servant with them.” Will shuddered at the thought, being buried alive was right up there with
spiders in his book. “OK, don’t move.” Will began emulating Tom’s heal toe surveillance of
the room, covering the far right side just as Tom had done on the left. His
efforts were rewarded quickly by a similar click and the familiar grating sound
of rock against rock. The room revolved in the same manner as before, a quarter
rotation, but still only rock surrounded them. “Ready?” A nod from Tom and they both stepped down on the hidden floor
switch, again the wall moved, this time revealing a narrow opening and a very
welcome sight. “Ah, Captain Riker it is good to see you.” Data walked from the narrow
space as though he was stepping from the turbo lift instead of the tomb of rock
he’d been sealed in. “It’s good to see you too Data. Are you all right?” Will rested a
concerned hand on the androids shoulder. “Yes Sir, I have been calibrating the chemical compounds that have
infiltrated the air, but I have been unsuccessful in pinpointing the components,
though I have ascertained that they are of manmade origin.” “You know we just released you from a rock!?” Tom’s dumbfounded
expression as he spoke to Data brought a smile to Will’s face. Tom had never had a chance to get to know Data, he was sure what Tom was
feeling right now were the same feelings he had had the first time he had met
Data on the holodeck, many years ago. “I am Mister Riker.” Data’s eyes darted between the two men, obviously
puzzled as to why Tom had found it necessary to mention his earlier predicament. “Doesn’t that bother you......At all?!” “Bother me? There was nothing I could do to change my circumstances, to
allow it to bother me would not have been fruitful” A flicker of a smile crept over Tom’s face as he shook his head in
amazement at Will, Will returned an understanding nod before turning his
attentions back to the still perplexed eyes of the android. “Can you expand on what you were saying earlier about chemical compounds in
the air.” “I believe there as been a toxin released into the universe, it’s affect
seems to result in a highly personified ability to accept certain suggestions.
It appears the entire quadrant is being driven by one force.” Data cocked his
head in thought, “I am however perplexed as to who is doing the suggesting, I
am quite certain all the races in the quadrant have been affected, except the
Betazoids, and I do not believe they are behind this. I have been theorizing
that perhaps the suggestion is not coming from an outside source but from each
individuals mind.” “Whoa, hold up Data, you just went way over my head.” Will shot a look to
Tom, and shook his head in exasperation at Data. “As I said it is only a theory captain. My sensors have been picking up
immense shifts in the geomagnetic field that make up the universe, as well as
extreme energy fields emanating from several key points on Earth..” Will furrowed his brow, still not comprehending what Data was saying, but
thankful that at least he seemed to have some ideas, which was more then he
could say about himself and Tom. “Can you localize these key points?” “Negative Sir, but I am also sensing mass numbers of various life forms at
the same areas on the planet. I will attempt to break through the bioelectrical
field in the area.” Will gripped Data’s arm, “Bioelectrical field, isn’t that the minute
traces of energy that are released by the brain.” “That is correct Sir, but it appears to have redoubled ......I believe it
is due to the toxin, but I cannot be certain. It is a most stimulating puzzle.” Will rubbed his hands briskly over his face, his frustration was mounting,
and he did not share Data’s view that this was at all stimulating, quite the
contrary, it was quickly becoming a pain in ass. He watched as Data lowered his eyelids and began accessing information before
turning towards the sound of Tom scrambling to his feet. “We gotta get to Deanna....Now.” The warning tumbled from his mouth as he
seized Will’s shoulder’s firmly...”Listen.” Will narrowed his eyes at Tom as the familiar voice carried into the special
corner of his mind. .~IMZADI~ He knew he should have sprung into action instantly, but instead he found
himself glaring at Tom.....This was the part of having Tom Riker exist that had
always threatened to consume him, the part where he had to admit to himself that
Tom had shared the same bond with Deanna that he had, that her voice whispered
in his mind, and that by some convoluted twist of fate, he was her imzadi too. “Get over it Will.” Tom’s unyielding blue eyes met his. “I have.” “Have you?” For some reason he wasn’t at all surprised that Tom had
known what battle he was waging on himself. Tom relaxed his posture, the look in his eyes tempering to understanding. “I’d
say so.” He reinforced his words by pulling his shirt from his pants and
lifting it to reveal the tiny tattoo on his side. Will stared at the marking, knowing what it was, but finding it difficult to
form a coherent thought, “You, God, I ....I...how long?” The grin that spread over Tom’s face was almost blinding. “Three years.” “You married a Bajoran, WOW, I guess you’ve got more stamina then I
thought.” Will finally recovered from the shock of the bonding ring he had
seen branded into Tom’s side, and slapped his brother on the back. “Damn straight.” He winked, and moved towards the invisible switch in the
floor, Will followed suit, Data eyed them both curiously. They both stepped down on the mechanism, Tom shouted over the rumblings of
the revolution of the room. “And another thing, maybe you’d like to start referring to yourself as
uncle Will.” Will shook his head, a grin of shock and happiness spreading over his
face.....It was all pretty hard for him to swallow, but at least now he
understood what was the driving force behind Tom Riker’s determination to fix
the universe. UNITED WE STAND 10 The room slid to a grinding halt, dampening any hopes Will had of finding out
much more about this new life Tom had going for him. The two Rikers stood on
there platforms waiting for the word from Data that this was the way out. “This room appears to be home to a large number of arachnids.” Will and Tom exchanged a mortified look and hurriedly activated the switch
again, hardly giving Data enough time to pull his head back through the doorway. “I do not believe doctor Troi is in any danger, I have not seen any acts of
violence since this abnormality transpired.” Will looked skeptically at Data, “Oh no?! what do you call firing on an
entire shuttle of civilian Betazoids.” “The shuttle was merely a holographic projection, I believe a tool to
eliminate you from a position that could threaten the cause. Or perhaps because
you failed to be affected by the toxin they believe they have failed with you,
just as they have with the Betazoids.” Tom exchanged a look with Will before chiming in. “I’ll have to agree
with the tin man on this one, I’m telling ya Will, aside from the lab
experiments on the Betazoids, I haven’t seen a torpedo, or a phaser fired
since all this began. It’s the most peaceful takeover I’ve ever seen.” Will shook his head slowly. “I don’t care how peaceful it is, conforming
life forms, well, it’s too Borg like for me. And you.” Will wagged his
finger at Data, “What your suggesting is that those who are unable to conform
are somehow inferior to those that have.” Stroking his beard thoughtfully he
continued, “Looking back through history, I wonder how many wars that exact
way of thinking has caused?” “Actually Captain, I was only stating a contingency, but it does appear the
universe is working towards a common goal.” Will held the android’s yellow
eyes, at the moment he was finding Data’s objectivity infuriating. “I know where I’ve smelled that smell before!” Tom shouted the
revelation, Will and Data moved their eyes slowly towards him. “Tom?” Will said, shaking his head, “Are you ever on the same page as
everyone else?” Tom shrugged, “I guess not, I tend to flip back through the pages and see
what I missed....and I missed this, someone we never even suspected.” “And...who?” “It’s the mating scent of a Spielian! Come on, you must remember that
moment....Most frustrating time in all my adolescents, never fully understood
blue bal....” Will raised his hand to silence Tom, the idea of having to explain the
concept he was speaking of to Data, a challenge he wasn’t up to. Data looked skeptically at Tom before speaking, “I do not believe the Spiel
are capable of reproduction, their race is expected to cease to exist in the
foreseeable future.” Data’s logical statement triggered Will’s illogical side, “You mean
become extinct like the federation thought they were two hundred years ago? I
wonder how many times the Speilians have been legend to become extinct.” Will knew he had thrown Data by his comment, the reappearance of the Spielian
race was more of a myth then a scientific fact, he was fairly certain doctor
Soong wouldn’t have found it a necessary element in Data’s programming. “I am unclear as to what you are proposing, Captain Riker.” “I know Data, I’m sure it means nothing.” The conviction in his voice
deceived the android but not Tom Riker. Data poked his head out through the entrance that had opened, “This opening
seems to be free of arachnids. Shall we venture to find doctor Troi?” The two Rikers nodded in unison, heading towards the exit. “God, I can’t believe your a father.” Tom grinned at Will’s amazement, “Hard for me to believe too, been almost
two years and I still look at her and wonder how in hell I spawned such a
beautiful little thing.” “Probably the wife’s genes.” Will teased, slapping Tom on the back. “Tell
me how thi....” “Captain!” Data’s voice terminated Will’s inquisition. “What is it Data?” Both men turned towards the android, who instead of following the brothers
still stood rigidly in the center of the room, shining his palm light over the
floor. “I believe I have found the pivotal areas.” Their eyes all followed the beam of light that Data projected around the
room. “It’s a pentacle.” Tom piped up, “With a different structure at each
of the five nodes.” “That is correct Sir.” The Rikers followed Data to each point of the
pentacle, Data explaining each of the locales depicted. “The Great Pyramid at Giza, Egypt....Stonehenge in England.....The megalith
temples in Peru......the stone heads of Easter Island.” The three halted at
the final point they came to, only a circle was drawn on the ground, filled
almost completely with black, a sparkle of white shimmering like a tiny jewel in
the center. “What is that one Data?” Data inclined his head thoughtfully, “I do not recognize this sphere has
being anything I have seen in earth history. The others however, all appear to
be ancient remains of cultures that at one time were thought to possess a more
advanced technology then the era would have allowed.” Will scratched his beard, stepping into the center of the pentacle, “Why
these places? Earth history relates an advanced development in many other
civilizations as well, the Anasazi, the Mayans, even the native American Hopi
were at one point thought to have a knowledge that far surpassed the time in
which they lived.” He raised his brows, shifting his questioning gaze between
Tom and Data. “In fact Captain Riker, there was once approximately three thousand, three
hundred such edifices on the planet, after world war three, many were destroyed.” Data stepped towards the lower tip of the pentacle, flashing the beam of his
light on the drawing that represented the Great Pyramid. “The spot we are
standing on now was once the home to to this particular structure.” Tom’s frustrated sigh sounded through the darkness of the cave, both Will
and Data flashing the beams of their palm lights towards the sound. Tom squinted against the bright light, “I don’t suppose there’s anyway
either one of you two could ANSWER some questions instead of creating more.” ============= Six pair of hands pushed Deanna’s body firmly against the cot she had been
assigned, the gentle voices and peaceful emotions that emanated from her
captors, contradicting their actions. “Please” Her hopeless plea was met with a look of pity from the Vulcan
that held her, and moving her eyes over the others, each of their eyes seemed to
mimic the look of the Vulcan. The feelings she was sensing from all around her
much more terrifying then the force they were using to end her struggle. “Don’t worry Deanna, we’ll find a way to help you, and all those
afflicted as you are.” The whispered words sounded from above her, out of her
range of vision, but not out of her range of recognition. “Beverly.” She gasped, wrestling against the pressure that held her
there. “Relax Deanna.” Beverly spoke in her usual comforting voice, moving
beside her and brushing the loose strands of hair from her forehead. A single drop of liquid fell onto Deanna’s forehead, its impact
instantaneous. “Don’t do this.” Tears slipped from the edges of Deanna’s eyes, she knew all too well the
words had never really left her lips. Another warm thick drop of the crimson
liquid fell again to her forehead, the tears that yearned to be freed from her
eyes halting with it’s effect. Beverly reached for Deanna’s eyelids, closing them with a swift motion of
her hand, Deanna knew it was too late, her body had surrendered to the drug once
used as a weapon against Betazed. Behind her closed eyes she knew she was
trapped, she allowed her mind to escape from the paralysis of her
body......fleeing to an inner sanctuary until someone, somewhere freed her from
the purgatory she’s been assigned. chapter 11 Beverly Crusher steadied her hand, releasing the third drop of the crimson
liquid on Deanna’s forehead. She scrutinized her work carefully until the
entire droplet had absorbed itself into Deanna’s system. “There Deanna.” She whispered as she ran her tricorder on the still form
of the Betazoid, “Enjoy.” She nodded approvingly at the results of her scan, raising her eyes to meet
the other concerned face that now hovered over her. “She can remain safely in this state for up to a week before the effects of
the drug begin to degenerate brain cells. I’m sure by then we’ll be able to
devise a permanent way to ensure not only her cooperation, but the rest of her
race. You know I’d never let anything happen to her Jean Luc.” Picard shifted his muted blue eyes from the unconscious body of Deanna Troi
only long enough to nod an understanding to the Doctor. “What exactly is happening to her?” “Only the most basic parts of her brain have been left to function.....The
drug was used for meditation in early Betazoid history to silence the outside
world, permitting only the individuals mental pathways to create a type of
tranquil heaven. The early tribes referred to it as the blood of the
sacred......it was only after the wars began did the name change to blood of the
damned. Any deviation in the amount administered causes instant death, which was
why it was successfully used against the Betazoids....a silent weapon against an
unsuspecting race.” A sigh of sadness escaped her, “Now it’s only the Rikers we have to worry
about.” Picard shook his head adamantly, “I don’t view the Rikers as any threat
to us, they will conform in time and help us. Until then, I’m confident their
only motivation will be to find Deanna.” ++++++++++++++++++ Will cringed as he felt his shirt tear again, this labyrinth of passageways
Data’s internal sensors had led them to, so narrow his shirt hung in tatters
from brushing past the jagged walls.... His sweat dripped into the open wounds
on his back, he stifled a groan as another rock cut like a razor through his
skin. He kept an eye on the steady stream of light Data was shining ahead of
him, in the distance he could see that this passage was also widening into a
circular chamber, just as all the others. He was beginning to wonder if perhaps Data’s sensors were malfunctioning
like the rest of the universe, he was finding it more and more difficult to
believe there was a large concentration of life forms anywhere in this place. Being the last to enter the circular chamber, he stretched his muscles and
moved his eyes over the glyphs that were etched in the walls. “That’s the same damn glyph we passed twenty minute ago! I thought you
were suppose to be an android! Tom Riker’s angry words of frustration
distorted themselves on the echo that carried through the dark passages. “I am not suppose to be an android....I am an android.” Will couldn’t
help but smile at Tom’s expression as Data answered his anger with his usual
calm. “Well then your a sorry excuse for one!” Tom barked the retort, placing
his face only inches from Data. “Actually mister Riker, I am the only one. So it would be impossible for me
to.....” Will waved his hand to silence Data, knowing one of Data’s timely
explanation would do nothing but set Tom off again, and if he decided to take a
swing at Data he had no doubt who would end up on the losing side of the stick. “Calm down Tom, this isn’t going to help us find Deanna, all it’s going
to do is increase the amount of time we have to spend in this shit hole.” He
hesitantly rested his hand on Tom’s shoulder hoping he wouldn’t transfer his
anger to him. Tom drew in a deep breath and released it slowly, the gleam of anger Will had
expected to see in Tom’s eyes more a hint of sadness. “What is it? What’s the matter with you?” Will lowered his voice,
knowing Tom wouldn’t share much if he thought Data was listening. “It’s Deanna, I think she’s dead.” “Wha..” The question stuck in his throat, he was one hundred percent sure Deanna was
still alive but something about the words and the tone in Tom’s voice made his
skin crawl. “She’ll be all right Tom. She is all right. Why the hell would you say
that!?” The anger he had tried to keep from his voice shown through loud and
clear. Tom eyed him incredulously for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “I
just felt something....I’m sorry. I guess the heat and the pain is messing
with my mind. Not to mention that putrid smell.” Will sniffed the air and shook his head at Tom. “What sm..” A flash of light stalled his question in his throat, an unexplained instinct
causing him to turn off his light and dive into the dark edges of the room. ~You are ready now?~ Even in the blackness that surrounded him the sweet musical voice that
floated to his ears was an unmistakable one. <Spiel> The thought and Tom’s positive response to the woman bounced
through his mind. His stomach clenched as two flashes of light brightened the
room before it again fell into blackness. “Captain?” It took him a second to find the voice he needed to answer Data’s call. “Over
here Data.” A beam of light from Data’s palm lantern illuminated him before he had
completed his response. “This is very peculiar Sir.” Will nodded up at him, “That’s an understatement Captain Data. Why was
Tom suddenly effected, and what in hell do the Spiel have to do with all this.
There can’t be more then a few hundred Spiel in the entire galaxy .....I can’t
swallow the fact that they’d be capable of instigating this mess.” “I am afraid I can not answer your questions Captain Riker. But I believe I
have developed a theory as to why the ancient edifices seem to be a focal point.” Will pushed himself to his feet, right now any shred of information was more
then he’d hoped for. “Go on!” He encouraged eagerly. “I have been studying the spectrum of glyphs we have passed since leaving
the first cave, it appears Sir that Vulcan, Betazoid, the Klingon home world,
and the planet Bajore are also represented here. I have also encountered two
hundred and thirty six pentacles since my arrival....I was unable to establish a
correlation until I came across the Hebrew on this wall.” He turned the stream of his light over the sides of the cave before turning
back to Will and raising an eyebrow. “Data! Come on, we don’t have all day here.” There were times he wished Data had a button one could push that would allow
him to only stop on the important elements and override his need to point out
every grueling detail. “Yes Sir, as I was saying I was finding it impossible to put together
the....” “Just tell me what the hell it says and what it means.” Data cocked his head in surprised, “Ah, very well. It is an excerpt from
the book of revelations in the earth bible. It tells of the apostle John’s
revelation concerning the rebirth of a new Jerusalem, A city that would have
light like that of a crystal. He describes the rebirth as having crowns or node
points, and indicated that it’s structure would be based on a golden measure,
or the golden mean proportion of 1 to 1.617. Significantly, the only geometric
shape that is composed entirely of golden mean proportions is a five point
star...a pentacle.” Will buried his face in his hands, taking a few calming breaths before
responding to Data’s story. “What the hell did you just say?!.....Please tell me there’s more.” “Yes Sir, shall I reiterate my last thought.” “NO!” Will’s objection shot from his mouth, his hands slapping down on
the androids shoulders. “Don’t repeat it, Please.....just continue....quickly.” It was apparent Data was slightly set back by Will’s reaction, if he hadn’t
known better he’d have sworn he had hurt his feelings. “This biblical excerpt generated the controversial idea that there was a
universal energy source....An unbroken line of energy that was thought to feed
the universe. It is viable that the ancients were in deed instructed on the
building of these structures in order to induce this force.” “Sounds like a lot of mumbo jumbo to me.” Will responded. “Perhaps, but I am fairly certain that the structures and the planets I
named are in fact being used to feed someone. I think the black sphere at the
upper point of each of the marked pentacles is home to a life form, and I
believe our destruction of the ancient structures has motivated them to comeback
and restore what they originally built.” The matter of fact tone in the android’s voice did nothing to quell the
anger Will was feeling in regards to the scenario that was being explained to
him. “Data, what your suggesting is that not only the Earth but dozens of other
cultures have been being used for centuries to serve a single entity. You’ll
have to excuse me if that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.” “No Sir, that is not what I am suggesting, as I stated earlier I believe
the compound of chemicals in the earth’s atmosphere is manmade. I am merely
suggesting that an advanced life form built the edifices to harness the
geomagnetic field of the planets, it is highly unlikely that the life form is
responsible for the behavior of the less developed species.” Will massaged his temples, headache didn’t even begin to describe the pain
he was feeling. “Well then please enlighten me Mister Data as to why my inferior species is
aiding this unknown. I think I’m developed enough to know there is no way in
hell this all a merry little mix up. Your asking me to believe that some supreme
life form from the far reaches of outer space just stumbled into this perfect
set up that would help them restore their needs.” The startled look on Data’s face did nothing to alleviate the tension that
was now pounding into Riker’s temples like hot nails. “I believe I have mislead you Captain. The advanced life form is not from
outer space, quite the contrary Sir.” Will flopped back against the cave wall, the pain as his wounds hit the hard
surface a welcome relief from the ramblings of the android. Data opened his mouth to explain his last statement, Will instantly raised
his hand to silence him, “Don’t explain Data, your right, I’m an inferior life form....Just tell
me what we can do stop this.” UNITED WE STAND 12 <Are you sure she’ll be all right?> >From inside the crystal sphere that encompassed Deanna Troi’s universe,
the vaguely familiar voice scratched against the surface. She pulled deeper into
the center, protecting herself from this familiar unknown that was threatening
to break into her womb of purity. She was certain she had taken all that was precious to this wonderful place,
the warmest colors of the spectrum danced hypnotically in front of her eyes, the
delicate smell of the Betazoid mountain lily tantalized her nose, stirring the
most winsome of memories to play out in her mind. The flavor of the sweetest
nectars lingered on her tongue, and the unconditional love of her imzadi tickled
like silk over her bare skin, the essence of him, enhancing all her other senses
and sealing her in perfection. <You’ll be fine, Deanna.> A pressure built up around her, the sound of the scratching intensified
vibrating the fragile crystal that surrounded her..... pulling the silken
memories of Will tightly around her she waited for the glass to shatter. ============= Tom Riker pulled his lips away from Deanna’s forehead and shook his head
sadly at Admiral Picard. “I just wish there was another way.” “We all do Mister Riker, we all do.” The heartfelt admission left Picards
lips, the deep lines of concern around his blue eyes punctuating his agreement. “Do you think it would be all right if I sat with her for awhile?” Tom
raised a hopeful eyebrow, watching picard exchange a look with Doctor Crusher
before nodding a reluctant OK to him. “Thank you.” He whispered, sitting on the stool by Deanna’s cot. “I
won’t stay long, I know I’m needed at the pyramid.” He watched the two head for the exit at the far corner of the room, his eyes
widening inquisitively as Beverly turned back to face him. “Don’t worry Tom. I’m sure Will will come around soon just as you have.”
An encouraging smile played on her lips before she turned and left the room. Tom stared at the empty doorway, the smile he’d returned to Doctor Crusher
warping into a vindictive sneer. “Over my dead body, Doc.” He mumbled under his breath, before turning his
eyes to the tray of drugs that lay at Deanna’s bedside. ================== At first the crawl space he and Data had ventured into had seemed like an
optimistic change from the narrow web of passageways they had explored earlier.
But after over an hour of shifting between his knees and his belly, his optimism
was becoming as numb as his arms and legs. Data hadn’t spoken except to offer a change of direction since Will’s
admission that he was an inferior life form. He was thankful for that, now if he
could just stop his own mind from reiterating the android’s bizarre theories
he’d be free to focus only on the pain of the tiny pebbles that had embedded
themselves in the palms of his hands and his knees. Stopping for a moment, he brushed the sharp stones from his hands, the warmth
of his blood followed the easing of his pain as he dislodged the tiny fragments.
Wiping his hand over his face, he raised his head enough to catch a glimpse of
the flicker of light that shown promisingly in the distance. “Looks like there’s something up ahead Data.” The unnecessary
observation released itself on a raspy breath. He swallowed hard to soothe the
parched feeling in his throat, running his tongue over his similarly dry lips
the taste of his blood mingled with the flavor of dirt in his mouth. “Yes Sir.” The infuriatingly unaffected voice sounded from behind him,
and then again fell silent. He winced as he rested his palms on the ground to push forward again, his
mind still dwelling on the androids previous words. It had been perhaps the third or fourth time he had turned Data’s theory
over in his mind that he had remembered something Jean Luc Picard had told him
that held a similarity to what Data had said. It had been an idea that perhaps
the earth had been in a process of a crystalline metamorphosis, a metamorphosis
generated by a severe geological cataclysm. A cataclysm that shifted the planet,
changing the geomagnetic field, and in turn the bioelectrical field of the human
brain. Allegedly, any shift in the planets energy could cause a corresponding
transformation in the human consciousness, moving them to a higher plane of
existence. He had only listened to the conjecture out of respect for his captain, the
entire concept reached beyond his knowledge of archaeology, and certainly beyond
anything he would have chosen to believe. And even now has he mentally compared the two theories it still seemed to be
an all too easy road to increased awareness, an excuse to sit idly by and wait
for the stars to come to you instead of reaching out for them yourself. “Sir, I believe I have broken down two of the elements that have
infiltrated the planet.” Data’s voice startled Riker from his silent debate with himself, “You
remember the rules Data, no theories, only cold hard facts.” “I am certain of the two elements. Though it is highly unorthodox that they
have combined.” “And why is that?” Will kept up a steady crawl towards the light, right
now the idea of standing up seemed far more important to him then saving the
universe. “The chemical makeup of the two are vastly different, and were used within
a hundred year span of one another.” “Data, if your certain of the chemicals, just spill it.... speculating on
why they shouldn’t be here is a waste of time.” He made no attempt to keep
his irritation from his voice. “Yes Sir. The two elements I have managed to extrapolate are hydra cyanic
acid, and dimethyl phosphoramleocyanidate.” The shadows of movement that passed in front of what was apparently an arched
entryway, and the fact that the crawl space had widened into standing room
prevented Will from satisfying his desire to create a rock slid and bury his
companion in the rubble. Standing up he extinguished his light and pressed himself against the cave
wall.....the soft glow that emanated from the obviously inhabited room not
bright enough to reach their position, but on the side of caution he stayed
close to the edges and lowered his voice. “Data....if your waiting for me to comment on what you just said your
wasting time again. But anytime you’d like to offer a translation befitting a
secondary life form, feel free.” Will massaged the sides of his head, keeping
his eyes fixed on the illuminated entrance. “Are you experiencing excruciating pain again Sir?” “Not yet. Is that your objective, Mister Data?” Will’s snide remark was
left unanswered as they both looked at the man that now stood silhouetted in the
doorway. “Tom.” Will moved quickly and quietly towards the door, squatting in the shadows
outside what appeared to me a makeshift medical facility. Following Tom’s
movement with his eyes they finally came to rest on the all to still body of
Deanna Troi. <What the hell is he doing!> The urgent thought as he watched Tom
struggle with a small vile of a deep red liquid almost bringing him to his feet. Will fingered his phaser, as whatever Tom was attempting to do was halted by
the angry and eager voices that now flooded into the room. “We’re wasting time and manpower!” The growling snarl of a Klingon was
the first to break through the jumble of irate voices. “I agree, if the Betazoids were meant to be a part of this they would have
conformed!” The voice of the Vulcon that joined in the discussion was more
subdued, but still retained an anger Will had never seen from any of his
species. The room erupted into a flurry of angry sounds, the faces of all of the life
forms represented in the small lab twisted and contorted with rage, all but two. Will let his eyes linger on the reaction of the Spielians that had moved away
from the angry mob and were huddled together. Uncharacteristically their violet
eyes were wide and dark with fear, their usually beautiful and serene
expressions twisted with an ugly horror. Will shifted his weight, his foot slipping over the gravel, bringing the eyes
of Tom Riker, and a very large angry Klingon into the darkness of the cave. Will froze in position, locking a partially released breath in his chest as
Tom’s eyes seemed to cut through the blackness and lock with his. <Shit> The sentiment sounded in his mind as Tom moved towards the
opening the Klingon on his heals. Tom blocked the doorway, moving in front of the Klingon and sticking his head
through the entrance.....this time there was no mistake as to weather Tom’s
eyes had located him, his face hung only inches from his own. “You can kiss my ass later.” The whispered wisecrack and the smack of Tom’s
lips as they kissed the air caused him to release the breath he’d been
holding. “Nothing in there, my friend.” Tom barked as he turned back to the
Klingon. “Lets say you and I go kill some Betazoids!” Tom slapped the overeager
Klingon on the back and guided him safely away from Will and Data.. UNITED WE STAND 13 <I knew a single objective was a crock.> Tom Riker did his best to fit
into the angry crowd that was split not only in terms of their goals but as to
weather the Betazoid race deserved to die. “They must be inferior, how else can you explain why they have not been
brought into the fold.” The Klingon, Tom had learned was named Daron had
attached himself to Tom’s side. Tom wrenched his neck and looked up at the huge beast, “Damn straight!” <You big furry ape.> He kept the latter comment to himself, silently
wishing everyone would get the hell out of the room and let him get back to
saving the universe, which in his opinion was becoming more and more screwed up
by the second. “She is Betazoid?” With a cock of his head Doran gestured to the body of
Deanna. Tom had done his best to appear nonchalant but stay within an arms reach of
Deanna but moved closer at Daron’s observation. “She was, now she’s just one less bitch we have to worry about.” He
colored his words with his best Klingon growl and sent a sidelong glance to the
dark doorway where he hoped Will and Data were still hiding. “How can you be certain?” That wasn’t the response he was counting on, in fact it was the one he was
dreading most. “Check it out for yourself.” He reached for the tricorder on the small
metal table, conveniently letting it slip out of his hand and shatter on the
stone floor. “Oops, guess you’ll just have to take my word for it, buddy.” He held Doran’s dark disbelieving eyes, knowing instantly he was going to
be faced with one of those big mother decisions he hated. Should he give himself
away, losing his advantage to save one woman, or should he allow Deanna to
become the first fatality in this pending war. He had no doubt what the correct
decision would be, but making the right choices all the time was how life got
dull. Pulling his phaser swiftly from under his shirt, he pressed it against the
unsuspecting Klingon and fired. The Klingon fell with a thud, unnoticed by the
crowd in the room until the smell of burning flesh filtered into the air. Slinging Deanna over his shoulder, he figured he had about thirty seconds
before the single objective of the universe, or at least those in this room, was
going to be to stop him from stealing their guinea pig. “There’s no escape Mister Riker, put her down and let us help you.”
Admiral Picard stepped in front of the crowd that was moving steadily towards
him. “In your dreams Admiral.” Shifting Deanna’s weight on his shoulder he
activated the armband that was concealed under his shirt. ====================== Will had taken a half a step towards the door in the hopes of helping Tom
when a spiraling light and a loud snap enveloped both Tom and Deanna. Stepping
back into the shadows he motioned for Data to move away from the open doorway
and the crowd of people he was certain would soon be looking for Tom. When he was sure they were out of earshot and safely tucked into the darkness
he leaned closer to Data. “Now what?” He asked, fingering the armband that Tom had insisted they
wear. “Tom failed to mention that these were transport bands as well as sensor
disrupters. I’m not sure how comfortable I am in activating this thing and not
knowing where the hell I’ll end up.” “Yes Sir, an understandable concern.” Data examined the armband under the
dim light of his palm lantern. “It is the original transference converter
banned by the Cardissians over fifteen years ago. It is curious that Mister
Riker would be in possession of one, let alone several.” Will leaned his head against the wall of the cave, “There’s not a whole
hell of a lot about Tom Riker that isn’t curious. But I have a feeling we’ll
get through this a lot faster with his help then without it.” The unlikely statement left his mouth before he had really thought about it
and for a moment he questioned if it was in fact his voice that had spoken. Four
days ago he would have chosen almost anyone else in the universe as a companion,
and now not only had he voiced his opinion that he needed Tom’s help but his
gut reinforced the sentiment. “Lets do it Mister Data.” He said with more gusto then he’d felt in
years, resting his hand on the androids shoulder he activated the band and
prayed this would be one of the rare times this primitive piece of garbage
worked. ========================== “Holy shit!” Will Riker gripped his head and stumbled forward falling
into a twisted heap on the floor. Closing his eyes he covered his face to stop
the room from spinning and the incredible nausea that churned in his stomach. “Kinda chews you up and spits you out, doesn’t it?” Will opened his eyes behind his hands, spreading his fingers to look beyond
them, he attempted to figure out which of the seven or eight Tom Rikers that
spun in front of his eyes had spoken. “You should check and see that all your body parts are in there proper
places, if you know what I mean.” Will flung his arms out to his sides and lay spread eagle on the lightly
carpeted floor, he knew the deadly serious expression on Tom’s face was only a
mask but on the side of caution he took a mental survey of his anatomy. “Willy Winkie located and functioning?” “Shut up Tom.” Will slowly pushed himself off the floor, ignoring Tom’s
irritating chuckle. “Where’s Deanna?” Tom’s grin waned as he gestured with his chin to the stairway. “She’s
in the bedroom, I grabbed both of the vials from the table beside her bed, but I
know how touchy that stuff is, thought maybe tin man may have a better idea of
how to administer the antidote.” Will hurried to the stairway stopping on the third step, there was an air of
familiarity about this place, something in the smell and the squeak as he had
started up the steps stirred an almost nostalgic feeling. “I know this place.” “I should hope so, it’s Dad’s old cabin.....and my new home.” Will
met Tom’s lopsided grin with one of his own. “Yea, that’s it. I had almost forgot about this place.” He massaged the
railing, a million childhood memories filtered through his mind in a heartbeat
before his logical mind kicked in. “Isn’t this kind of a stupid place for us
to be.....don’t you think this is one of the first places they’re going to
look.” Tom shrugged off Will’s concern. “No, I’ve screwed em all too many
times, no one in the federation would ever think Tom Riker would do something so
dumb.” Will rolled his eyes to the ceiling and headed up the stairs. “You’re a
cocky son of a bitch that’s for sure. Maybe you should ask Data to explain a
few of his theories to ya on your way up.” Will flipped a malicious smile over
his shoulder before going into the bedroom. ============================= “You’ll be back to us soon.” Will lightly kissed Deanna’s
unresponsive lips and trailed his fingertips over her face. He knew she was in
there, but the sense of her that normally shined through so clearly in his mind
had dimmed to only a whisper, that combined with the fact that he had never seen
her so still caused his heart to tighten. “That’s unbelievable Data!” Tom’s fired up voice shot into the room
before he did. “Did he tell you the chemicals he’s been able to identify in the air?” “Yea, he did.” Will raised his brows as Tom paced excitedly around the
room....this was certainly not the reaction he’d expected when he’d asked
Data to explain his theories, Tom looked totally revitalized and showed
absolutely no signs of a headache. “That should have been the first thing you told me when you got here.”
Tom stopped pacing and plunged his hands into his pockets. “I mean, I don’t
know what the hell it means but it’s a perfectly ironic little twist.” “Well, your going to have to explain it to me because I didn’t understand
most of what Data had to say.” He narrowed his eyes at Data and leaned back on
the wall. “I used your suggestion Captain Riker and explained to Tom as if he were a
secondary life form.” Tom stopped grinning only long enough to send a sideways sneer to Data before
resuming his ardent enthusiasm. “The chemicals in the air are a combination of Tabun X and Zyklon B, two of
the most potent chemical weapons ever used on this planet. The same two weapons
that were used against the Jews in World War 2 and the Caucasians in World War 3
have combined to create a vapor that instead of aiding in the segregation
process of the wars generates the opposite. Get it?!” “Yea, I get it....but was it self generated or created by someone else? And
now that we know what it is, is there anyway to get rid of it?” Will widened
his eyes questioningly, he certainly didn’t share Tom’s enthusiasm on this,
in fact in his opinion this whole little scenario was playing out like a bad
science fiction novel. “You sure now how to kill a party. I can’t be....” Tom’s words fell
off as a bright light flashed behind him, moving out of the way of the phaser
Will had aimed behind him he turned towards the intruders. “We need you.” The two scantly clad Spiel spoke in unison, their request
floating over their sensuous lips and punctuated by the look of longing
partially hidden behind the wisps of golden silk that fell around their violet
eyes. Will heard Tom’s devilish chuckle before he turned around and presented his
equally wicked grin. “Can’t tell ya how many times I played this one out in
my head.” UNITED WE STAND 14 Will almost allowed himself to be pulled into the fantasy he knew was
spinning through Tom’s mind, the similar smirk that was threatening to break
over his face stifled by his concern for Deanna. “You need us?! Sorry lady but I can’t buy that one.” His voice had
elevated a few pegs above his level of intention as he pushed himself off the
bed and moved closer to the two Spiel. “Our expectations were too high, our intentions were to help your kind.”
The smaller of the two woman whispered the confession, shifting her eyes between
the two Rikers. “Looks to me like your intentions were to help your kind and it kinda came
back and grabbed you by the.....” Tom caught Will’s arm, stopping his angry words and the phaser he was
waving in the ladies faces to punctuate his thoughts. He dragged Will away from the Spiel, “Will ya stop waving that stupid thing
around.” Tom tipped his head to the phaser, “I’m not sure if you’ve
noticed but we’re doing a pretty lousy job of saving the universe. Might make
more sense if we play nice nice, at least until we find out what they need us
for.” Will turned an uneasy frown to Deanna before eyeing Tom skeptically, “I’d
say by their comment they’ve pretty much admitted to being the ones
responsible for this mess. I hope your not suggesting we trust them....... The
most deadly of bites tend to be inflicted by the most beautiful of creatures.” “Don’t I know that.” Tom sighed a wholehearted agreement, “I just don’t
think we should kick them out of bed just yet.” Will let Tom’s suggestion hang for a moment before closing his eyes and
slowly nodding an agreement. “OK ladies please continue, you were saying your objective was to help us?”
Tom moved in front of Will, the spielians avoiding Will’s eyes and fixing
their spellbinding gaze on Tom. “We may not interfere in the process of life.” The tone of the Spiel’s
statement sounded more like a seductive offer, then a pledge of certitude. Will had to bite his lip to prevent more angry words from shooting from his
mouth in response to the Spiel’s statement. “So then your saying your not responsible for the vapor that has
transformed the galaxy?” Tom’s jaw tightened as he spoke, Will was certain
he was finding it just as difficult as he was to keep the indignation out of his
voice. The Spiel’s flirtatious expressions and wistful voices only made it
seem more likely that they were merely talking in circles to confuse, instead of
help. “Not exactly.” The smaller of the two Spiel uttered the words and traced
her fingers over Tom’s tightened jaw. Tom drew in a deep breath slapping his hand firmly around the tiny wrist of
the Spiel. “Ok pretty lady, that’s it! I’ve had a real shitty week...... I’m
tired, I’m hungry, and every muscle in my body aches, so if this is one of
your Spielian sex games, I’m neither willing or able to play. So either get to
the point or get out!” The Speil’s violet eyes darkened, her body shrinking under Tom’s
overpowering presence. “Glad you took over there Tom, not sure I could have kept my cool as well
as you did.” Tom released the spiel’s wrist and the shaky breath he’d been holding,
turning to address Will’s sarcastic remark. “You must trust us.” The melodic voice came from behind them, both Rikers
turning towards a third Spielian that stood over Deanna. “If we help her, will
you help us?” “Get away from her!” The warning fired from Will’s mouth, his attempt
to move towards Deanna halted. “I can’t move!” Tom’s panic ridden face mirrored Will’s, both brothers and Captain Data
seemingly glued where they stood. Will lifted the phaser he still held in his hand, aiming it at the Spiel who
was moving her hands over the still form of Deanna. “I’ll use this...back
away from her!” The Spiel offered the phaser a momentary look before it burst into flames in
Will’s hand. “Son of a....” Dropping the heated phaser at his feet he massaged his hand and widened his
eyes at Tom. Tom met his concerned gaze with one of his own. “Jesus” Tom said, turning back to the small spiel he had just laid into,
“I hope rejection of Spiel sex games doesn’t warrant the same treatment.” “Yea, think I’d apologize if I were you, hate to imagine what her target
would be.” He watched Tom shudder before offering a penitent grin to the Spiel behind
him. “Will.” With the sound of Deanna’s voice Will was freed from his stationary
position, he moved quickly to the bed. “Deanna, are you all right?” He asked, cradling her face in his hands and
pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m fine, I feel wonderful.” She stretched her arms, her eyes and
smile still heavy with the remains of sleep. “Where are we? What happened?” “It’s a long story Deanna.” He said, pulling her against him and moving
his attentions back to the Spiel. “You trust us now?” Will held on to Deanna and watched Tom as he moved
his eyes over the inquiring Spiel and the smoldering phaser on the floor. “OK? Lets say we trust you now. But we can’t help you if you keep
skirting the truth.” He presented each of the Spiel with one of his best grins, the smaller one,
the one he had reprimanded earlier pushed towards him, taking his wrist in her
hand. Tom stiffened as she held it in hers before turning it over and tickling her
tongue over the inside of his wrist. “Now see, this is what I mean about skirting the issue......I’m not sure
this is going to benefit us in any way.” He cleared his throat and gently
pulled his arm from the tiny Spielian. “What’s the matter with him Will? Why is he acting like that?” Deanna
pressed close to Will’s ear, his grin widening at Tom’s uncomfortable
stance. “Let’s just say the term hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, has an
all new meaning for Tom.” Deanna raised a curious eyebrow, her next question silenced by the sounds of
shuttle engines from outside. Three long strides brought Tom to the window, pulling back the ivory curtains
he peered down at their unexpected guest. “Great! It’s Picard and his
minions.” He spun around around to Will and unsnapped his phaser. “What are you gonna do, shot em?” “The armbands will just beam us back into the lions den ....it’s evident
our little Spielian buddies aren’t going to help us.” He gestured with his
chin to the Spiel that had gathered in the corner of the room, huddled together,
whispering quietly. “So unless you have another plan.” Will’s response was lost on the brilliant flash of light that engulfed the
room and the gentle tug of a mysterious transport beam. ================================== “Wow!” His one word expression all he could think of to describe wherever the
unusual transport had brought them. He inhaled a deep breath, feeling his lungs
with an air so sweet the taste lingered on the back of his tongue. He pushed his eyes past the deep green meadow, past the icy blue lake that
shimmered under an incandescent sun, to the city in the distance.....a city like
nothing he had ever seen or even dreamed could exist. Pillars of crystal seemed to reach into the turquoise sky, a palette of
colors reflected off the towering structures, sending multicolored beams of
light that reached out over the landscape, painting it with a halo of sparkling
lights that danced like fireflies through the perfect sky. He returned Deanna’s awe struck smile, “This is the most beautiful place
I’ve ever seen.” Deanna’s appreciation for the perfect atmosphere provoked
an almost instinctive reaction from Tom. “Yea, that’s probably exactly what the wicked witch of the east thought
before someone dropped a house on her.” Tom exchanged a knowing look with Will, both men turning their eyes to the
all to perfect sky. UNITED WE STAND 15 “Where’s Data!” He had been so caught up in Tom’s suspicions about
the unusually perfect place he hadn’t even noticed the android was gone. He
spun around surveying the lush green meadow, squinting against the blinding sun. “Probably in the same place as our phasers and tricorders.” Tom observed,
patting his hip where his tricorder had once hung. “Seems someone doesn’t
want to offer us any advantages.” He nodded a silent agreement to Tom before lowering his eyes to Deanna, “Are
you sensing anything?” Deanna drew in a deep breath, the look of serenity on her face did nothing to
alleviate the uneasy feeling that was wrapping itself tighter around his gut. She shook her head in frustration. “I’m sensing the presence of many
lower life forms, but nothing I would consider sentient. It’s more like a
nuance, an aura of calm that seems to exude from all the elements. The only
negativity I feel in this place is stemming from you and Tom.” She passed her
wistful expression between the brothers, finally settling her eyes on Tom, “You
seem particularly tense.” “I’m not tense Deanna.” Tom clenched and unclenched his fist at his
side, if he’d been wearing a six-gun Will would have been certain he was about
to draw. “I’m bull shit! Ya know while you were napping, Will and I were getting
close to solving this mystery. You’ll have to excuse me if I can’t accept
being sentenced to a life in the emerald city while the entire universe crashes
down around us.” “Hey, that’s enough!” Will stepped in front of Tom, “She only
answered a question, she never said she wanted to stay here.” He held his brothers gaze until he had silently conveyed that he understood,
no, completely agreed with his feeling of helplessness. “If it was the Spiel that brought us here, if this is their home, I wouldn’t
be able to sense them at all. The Spiel are unreadable to me.” Deanna rested
her hand on Tom’s arm as she spoke, his venomous look tempering with her
touch. “I don’t know Deanna, the Spiel certainly didn’t look like they were
going to help us in anyway. And if my knowledge of Spielian history is correct
they don’t have a home planet.” “He’s right Deanna, history states the Spiel are scattered throughout the
galaxy. Their home planet’s sun went nova very quickly, only a handful were
able to escape.” But as he spoke the scientific fact, a nagging little voice kept pulling at
his illogical side......What if the legends about the Spiel were more then
fiction, what if the mythical race legend to inhabit the earth millions of years
before the evolutionary process of man began was true. He shook his head, ridding himself of the unlikely idea, “I say we head for
the city, somebody had to build that thing.” His suggestion brought nods of approval from Tom and Deanna. “Sure would feel better if I had a phaser, or at the very least a big
stick. I don’t like the idea of walking into the unknown unarmed.” Tom offering aloud what Will had been silently wishing. ****************** The flash of the sun’s light off the crystal structures was almost blinding
the closer the three got to the elaborate city. “I don’t like this.” Tom whispered over Deanna’s head, “It’s too
damn quiet.” Will tighten his hold on Deanna’s hand, sending an unspoken agreement to
Tom. “Maybe there’s no one here.” Deanna’s observation almost lost on the
gentle hum that emanated from the towering gates that stood ominously at the
entrance to this city of glass. “Yea, and maybe I’m saving my virginity for the right woman.” Tom
retorted sarcastically, never taking his eyes off of the flickering gates. “What do you think they’re charged with?” Will released Deanna’s hand
and moved closer to the gates, Tom on his heals. “No clue, but look at the floor of the square.” Tom cocked his head
towards the marble floor behind the sparkling gates. “More pentacles.” Will studied the ivory floor, twelve pentacles were etched in the surface,
intricately laced into a bizarre geometric shape, he surmised to be an
Icosahedron. Each node held an image he couldn’t make out through the gate,
each image domed in an amber shell, some alive with vibrant lights while others
remained dark and dormant. “Sure wish I could get in there.” His wish released on a deep frustrated
sigh, followed by a loud click and a steady creak as the gates opened. Both brothers jumped back to where Deanna was still standing, Will cradling
his hand around the back of her neck and offering Tom a surprised and dubious
look. Tom flashed a grin to Will tilting his head towards the gate. “It was your
wish, so why don’t you go first.” “Why don’t we both go together.” Will emended, releasing his hold on
Deanna’s neck. “No Will, let Tom go first.” Deanna shot urgently in front of Will. “Geeze Deanna, don’t sugarcoat it, why don’t you just come right out
and say I’m the dispensable one.” Tom scrunched his face in disgust, but
Will recognized the face and knew he was only badgering Deanna. Yet this was the second, what he considered to be out of character behaviors
for the two of them, Tom’s lashing out at Deanna earlier had bothered him, and
somehow Deanna not overriding her need to speak out on who went first just didn’t
sit well with him. Something was going on between the two of them and once Tom
was done with his melodrama he intended to find out what. “That’s not what I meant, this is your forte ....challenging the unknown,
defying death, stirring up trouble, I mean you do have a reputation for being
kind of a...a roué.” Deanna’s excuse for her behavior tumbled from her
mouth. “A roué?!” Tom’s perfectly somber face broke into an arrogant smile,
Will was sure Tom probably considered Deanna’s comment the highest form of
flattery. “Hear that Will, I’m a roué!” He announced proudly. “Yea, yea and when you get home you can tell your wife and kid what a roué
you are.” Deanna’s startled reaction caught in her throat, a rumble like thunder came
simultaneously with the steady vibration of the ground. Tom stumbled with the movements, his eyes pulled upward towards the crystal
pillars that shook and creaked with the rock of the planet. “This is a bad place to be!” He shouted to Will, pointing upward towards
the increased sway of the glass structures. Will nodded an acknowledgment, taking a firm hold on Deanna he staggered
forward pulling her away from the threat of the fracturing crystals. Deanna
stumbled forward, Will catching her before she hit the ground. A powerful rush
of air burst from in front of them, the atmosphere sparking and snapping behind
the kinetic power of the wind that threatened to push them back into the city. “Hang on!” His voice scarcely carrying over the sounds of the grumbling
planet and the whoosh of the hurricane force gusts. “I know what this is!” He screamed over the sounds, huddling Deanna
behind the largest most stable boulder he could find. “Tom!” He turned his attentions back to the city, “Tom!” He raised a finger of warning to Deanna and staggered back towards the city,
the wind at his back pushing him relentlessly forward. “Shit.” He squinted past the debris that swirled in front of the gates,
the sound of the shattering crystals as they fought to hold on against the
enormous power of the elements pulled his gaze upward. “Tom!” The rapid beating of his heart stalled in his chest with the sight of Tom’s
unconscious body and the deafening crack of the pillar losing it’s battle with
the wind. He flung himself forward on the force of the wind, the peak of the pillar
plummeting like a crystal dagger towards Tom’s still body. UNITED WE STAND 16 Tom Riker’s journey back into the conscious came with what felt like a five
hundred pound weight landing on his chest and a searing pain at the base of his
shoulder. ‘What are you doing?!” He grunted the words through clenched teeth, vying
to push his assailant off the top of him. “I’m saving you.” “Your killing me.....Get off!” The howling wind came to an abrupt halt, the ground became still, the tiny
traces of glass that had spiraled on the wind fell like deadly rain drops from
the sky. Will covered Tom’s face with his shoulders, protecting his own against Tom’s
now still body. The icy rain slowly abated, Will lifting his face from Tom’s
shoulder and his chest from his face. “Once this is over I’m enrolling you in a major exercise program.” He
grunted, rolling out from under Will. “Are you all right?” He asked, pressing his hand against his shoulder
stopping the blood that trickled from the slicing wound. “I am right now, but I have a feeling while these pieces of glass are being
removed from my back life is gonna suck.” Will turned with a groan, “How’s
your shoulder?” “It’s nothing, just a scratch.” He watched Will’s disbelieving expression as the blood seeped through his
fingers, his pale blue shirt turning black from the steady release of blood. “Where’s Deanna?” “I’m right here.” Deanna ran into the confines of the city gates, “Gods......look
at you two.” She gasped, pulling her shirt over her head and starting
immediately to treat Tom’s sliced shoulder. “I’m all right Deanna....Really!.” He winced against the pain as she
put more pressure on the wound. “You should take care of Will, I can hold this.” He replaced her hand
with his own, sending a vindictive grin to Will. “Probably won’t hurt that much, couldn’t be more then forty or fifty
tiny little needles of glass in there.” He chuckled at the scowl on Will’s
face. “I won’t be laying on my back for awhile, that’s for sure.” He
flinched as Deanna removed one of the larger pieces of glass. Tom tried to hide his own distaste for the pain he was sure Will was
experiencing ....”I wouldn’t worry about it Will, being on top has always
worked better for me anyway.” Deanna’s stern expression stilled Tom’s fun and the added force she used
to remove the glass from Will’s back stopped any retort he had planed on
making. “I wish you two would take things a little more seriously. Sometimes I
think you enjoy this!” “We did get you down to your underwear awfully q.... Ouch, De-an-na!”
Will shot a look over his shoulder, “You could lighten up a little.” “I don’t want to lighten up, we don’t know what caused that anomaly, or
if it will happen again.” . “Oh it’s going to happen again, I can guarantee that.” Will offered
convincingly. “I think Data was right, I think the black sphere at the peak of
all the pentacles is rerouting power from the sources we’ve seen. And I also
think that’s where we are, but I don’t think it’s a planet, at least not
in our dimension.” Tom narrowed his eyes at Will, and finished tying his
bandage around his shoulder. “That disturbance caused a phase shift in the atmosphere. I think it was a
gateway, an unstable vortex between our dimension and this one.” “Dimensional shifting? Come on Will, why..... who. And why the hell would
they destroy their own city? “ Tom’s eyes darkened, looking beyond Will to
the still intact pentacles that now lay under the glassy dust. “If what your
saying were true or possible, then we’re dealing with an unknown life form
that is using the entire universe for it’s purposes?” “Maybe?” Tom studied Will’s expression closely, behind the pain Deanna
was causing him, he recognized the look that suggested Will had a theory he had
pretty much decided was fact. “You think it’s the Spiel, don’t you!? Your buying into that ancient
mythical bullshit that the Spiel were sent here millions of years ago from
heaven as the original inhabitants of the galaxy. I think your pain is affecting
your brain......Don’t you think heaven would be built a hell of a lot better
then this?!” He gestured around himself to the shattered city. “It does sound a little far fetched Will.” Deanna interrupted, “But he
is right about the distortion, I saw what he’s referring to.” She added,
turning her attentions to Tom. Tom’s first instinct of agreeing with Deanna remained unspoken, right now
he was more interested in the lack of blood that was seeping not only from the
gash in his shoulder but the tiny puncture wounds on Will’s back. He wasn’t sure if it was worth mentioning, more then likely it would only
fuel Will’s convoluted theory that a supreme race was responsible not only for
the state of the universe but their well being as well. Instead of carrying the
conversation any further he studied the amber domes that lined the courtyard of
this crumbling city. “All five of theses domes are lit...they seem to be the only ones lit in
sequence.” He brushed some of the debris off the domes. “I think they’re
all Vulcan temples. Wonder what that means?” The gaze he had lifted to Will
and Deanna distorted slowly into a glimmer of blue and white light, the delicate
pull of the unknown transporter fading this world out of view. ********************** The sound and smell of the ocean reached Will’s senses before the release
of the transporter allowed his eyes to focus on their new surroundings. He took
a mental survey of his companions, thankful they’d all ended up at the same
place this time. “I’m starting to feel like a chess piece being moved around a board.”
He squeezed Deanna’s hand and threw a sideways glance to Tom. “Yea, I’d say we’re definitely a pawn in someone’s game.” The
grimace on Tom’s face at being manipulated and maneuvered by some unknown
something Will thoroughly understood and totally agreed with. “Maybe his?” Will turned away from the crashing waves to the crest of the
hill behind them. “Moai?” Tom moved up the hill slowly as if the giant statue was going to
challenge his presence. “Wasn’t Easter Island one of the places Data mentioned as being at the
tip of one of the pentacles?” Deanna nodded up to Will, Will unable to hide
his chuckle at the painstakingly slow speed at which Tom was approaching the
statue. “It’s not going to bite you Tom.” Tom spun around and glared at Will, “How can you be so sure....I didn’t
expect to become a shish kabob in the emerald city either.” “Am I detecting a hint of paranoia .......I thought you were a big strong
adventurer?” Deanna smiled at Will, Tom transferring his sneer to her. “Sarcasm doesn’t flatter you Deanna. You’re making me rethink m....”
Tom held up his hand, “Do you hear that buzzing noise?” He dropped to his knees as he spoke,
moving his hands over the base of the Moai. “Look at this?” Will squatted beside him, moving his hand over the spot Tom had called his
attention to, his fingers immediately feeling the vibration coming from inside
the base. “Give me that rock!” He gestured with his head to the flat stone beside
Tom. He maneuvered the rock through the creases he’d found with his fingers, a
small amount of sandy dirt fell from the crevices before the base of the statue
fell open. “This is weird.” Both Rikers laid on their bellies looking into the small crevice that
appeared to slide downward into the earth. “Think we could fit in there?” They nodded to each other after a moment of thought before looking up to the
appearance of dread on Deanna’s face. “We’re not going in there? Tell me we’re not going in there?” “There something in there Deanna, and since this is the square we’ve been
transferred to, it makes sense that we should explore it.” Both Rikers raised their brows, boyish grins of adventure threatening their
identical faces. “Oh fine.” She relented, falling to her knees beside them and following
Will into the tiny crawl space. “Looks like the perfect habitat for spiders
too.” She added, appreciating the sudden shift in Tom’s expression before he
reluctantly followed her into the narrow tunnel. UNITED WE STAND 17 “Well, isn’t this cozy.” Tom offered, moving down the passageway their
climb downward had brought them to. He heard Deanna and Will mumbling behind
him, he didn’t need to ask what they were sharing he was sure they were just
as suspicious as he was about this place they’d ended up in. Conveniently the
metal lined corridors they were walking through were illuminated by some kind of
primitive lighting that certainly suggested either someone was concerned that
they find whatever it was they were looking for, or someone wanted to be able to
see what they found. Either way this situation was leaving a nasty taste in his
mouth and twisting the knife that had penetrated his gut when this whole thing
began. Will moved up beside him before he cautiously turned the first corner,
both of them sharing a look at the crates piled in the back of the small room.
“It’s a virtual treasure-trove of antique weapons!” Will ripped open a
crate as he spoke, Tom turned a semi automatic assault rifle in his hands. “No
stun setting on this baby that’s for damn sure.” He rolled his eyes at
Deanna, doing his best to look just as disturbed as she was by the vast
assortment of weaponry, when honestly he felt more like a kid in a candy shop.
“Look at this!” Will looked away from the crate he’d been digging through,
proudly holding up what Tom deemed to be an M16. “Incredible!” Will added,
his grin slipping as he turned his attention to Deanna. “I’m only interested
in the history here Deanna, these guns are hundreds of years old.” “Too bad
really, we could use some protection.” He waved off Deanna’s scolding
expression, “Not sure I’d have the nugs to fire one of these.” Tom widened
his eyes at Will, his comment readily agreed with. Tom pried open another crate
as Will moved further back behind the boxes, the sound of Deanna’s gasp caused
him to pull his head from the crate in time to be thrown towards her by the
deafening explosion that rocked the small room. Debris fell from the timeworn
ceiling, the room again jolted by a more intense blast, he stumbled with the
sensation throwing himself on top of Deanna to protect her from the large
fragments of metal that fell from the ceiling. “I’m all right Tom..get off.”
Deanna’s appeal was muffled as she spoke against Tom’s chest. He pushed up
on his forearms looking down at her dazed expression, “We always did make the
earth move.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Get off.” He stilled his
grin as she tried to struggle out from under him, instinct and the look of
disdain on her face suggesting this would be a good time to grant her request.
“Guess the thrill is gone.” He shrugged, helping her to her feet while
moving his eyes over the room, visually checking for Will. “Where’s Will?!”
She broke free of Tom’s hold on her hands, moving urgently towards the back of
the bunker. He followed behind her distractedly his thoughts focusing more on
the reason for Deanna’s sudden gasp and the look of utter shock on her face
before the explosion, then finding Will. He was relieved when Will was sitting
slightly stunned but unharmed at the base of one of the crates. “Ok Deanna, he’s
fine.....Now tell me what the hell caused your reaction before the roof fell in?”
He shifted his weight impatiently, astutely aware of the look of anxiety in her
dark eyes and the increased pressure she had just put on Will’s hand. He
exchanged a look with Will that told him he was also aware that whatever Deanna
had felt she was uncertain of how to to express it. “I can’t be sure.” She
shook her head, “I felt pleasure and satisfaction both overshadowed by a
feeling of desperate panic.” Tom blew out a breath of frustration, “Deanna,
I saw your face....and it sure as hell wasn’t pleasure or satisfaction you
were feeling......It was shock.....why damn it!” He saw her stiffen as his
voice elevated, he chose to ignore it as well as the reproving look he was sure
Will was sending his way, instead targeting her with an impatient stare. “The
emotions were just as I said Tom, but the source.... I’m certain it was
Betazoid.” “Betazoid!” The look of comfort Will had been offering Deanna
snapped to Tom immediately shifting into the same agitated expression that had
spread over Tom’s face. “The Betazoids have been the victims in this the
entire time.... Why.... even if a few escaped the circumstances would those
emotions be the prevalent ones?” Tom massaged his chin thoughtfully, he didn’t
like what he was thinking and he honestly hoped when he voiced it Will would be
able to make it sound as wrong as it did right this instant. “We’ve
overlooked the Betazoids and maybe we shouldn’t have.” He avoided looking at
Deanna but kept his eyes locked on Will, gauging his reaction to what he was
about to say, “What better way to divert suspicion then to make it appear that
the race responsible is in fact the one being victimized.” He could almost
feel Deanna’s eyes burning through him, his hope that Will was going to shoot
down his theory deflated by the look of hesitant agreement in his eyes. “There
is the question of why?” He managed a sideways glance to Deanna, the look of
shock and horror on her face encouraging him to say something that might suggest
he was wrong. That idea was silenced as Will did just the opposite. “In the
evolutionary process the Betazoid mind is already a step ahead of most of the
others in the galaxy. Data said he detected an increase in the geomagnetic
field, a large enough increase would eventually elevate the bioelectrical field
of the brain. It would push all life forms to a higher level of consciousness,
but none more so then the Betazoids.” Tom nodded to Will, harnessing energy
had seem to be a constant through this whole thing and suspecting a race as
advanced as the Betazoids made a lot more sense then suspecting a handful of
Spiel. “Betazed is peaceful race, we have been for thousands of years!”
Deanna shot to her feet moving her dark eyes between the brothers. “Deanna,
all it takes is one determined nut case to rally the troops!” Will held Deanna’s
shoulders as he shared the fact the Earth’s history had proven over and over.
“No! It doesn’t make sense.....they’re declaring war on the betazoids.
Will, they’re killing them remember?” Tom watched the pained look on Will’s
face, grateful that it was Will and not him captured by the dark desperate eyes.
He stood quietly by, turning everything over in his mind until Will finally
turned away from Deanna and raised a questioning brow at him. “She has a point
Tom.” Tom shook his head slowly, “I don’t think so. I think somebody’s
plan turned around and grabbed em by the balls and the pain is causing em to
squirm.” He leaned against the crates beside him, a ghost of a smile pulling
at his unshaven face, “I think the predator has accidentally become the prey,
and the son of a bitch just backed himself in a corner.” UNITED WE STAND 18 Conveniently in the labyrinth of corridors only certain pathways were
illuminated, once again guiding them like pawns across a chess board. “I’d love to know what the hell these guns are going to do for us?”
Will questioned Tom’s insistence that they bring the obsolete and unusable
weapons along on their quest. “Subterfuge, at least we look menacing.” “And what happens if we’re challenged, do we aim and say bang?” He
raised his eyes questioningly, Tom only snickered. He shook his head and squeezed Deanna’s hand, he wasn’t comfortable with
Tom’s cavalier attitude. Maybe he’d been responsible for too many lives too
many times, but he couldn’t seem to fire up his engines about walking unarmed
into the unknown again. Will shared a look with Tom as they turned the next corner, “I think we
found the wizard.” Tom whispered. Will drew in a deep breath, the long corridor in front of them only lit by a
fiery red light emanating from the opening at the very end. Tom took a step forward, Will slapped his hand on his shoulder to stop his
progress, “I don’t think we should all go. You and Deanna stay here.” “Oh God.....he’s launched into command mode.” Tom grinned at Deanna
before meeting Will’s obstinate expression, “I’m just going to assume you
lost your mind for a minute, and your not actually waiting for me to throw back
my shoulders and say aye.” Will closed his eyes and shook his head, “We don’t know what we’re
walking into, I sure as hell don’t expect you to salute, but I also don’t
plan on leading Deanna into a trap.” “I’m not sensing any life forms.” Deanna broke in and for the moment
broke up the battle of wills that was threatening. Tom narrowed his eyes at Deanna, “I don’t mean to burst your empathic
bubble, but someone has to be detonating those charges. And if it’s a
Betazoid, wouldn’t he be able to block your sensors, so to speak.” Tom
softened his snide remark with a wink, but from the frown on Deanna’s face she
wasn’t moved by it. “I would at least sense a presence Tom.” She replied in defense of her
observation. Will slipped his arm around her shoulders, “Maybe it’s someone you can’t
sense....like Spiel.” Tom rolled his eyes, “You just can’t put that to rest can you Will.” He
held his brother’s eyes for a moment, “If you hadn’t transformed into “Captain
Riker” we could have checked out the room by now.” He waggled his brows and
cocked his head towards the end of the corridor, “What’d ya say? All for
one?” Will slouched his shoulders and sent a sideways glance to Deanna, “And one
for all.” He grumbled. **************************************** “It’s empty.” Tom whispered, pulling himself back into the hallway, “You
remember how to say bang.” He added before stepping inside the room. The crimson light pulsed erratically from behind two marble statues, causing
deceiving shadows to play over the obsidian walls. “Spiel.” Will whispered. Pulling Deanna behind him he moved closer to the intricately carved images
that seemed to guard the large pit behind them. Tom only glanced at them, his fascination with ancient artifacts, unknown
glyphs and especially Spiel was wearing thin. He was sick of screwing around
with the unknown, he was almost hoping they’d walk into a room full of
psychotic Betazoids, just so they’d have something tangible to confront. The room veered off into another tiny chamber, the entrance so low he had to
duck his head to move inside. His eyes slid over the contents of the room, a grin simultaneously sliding
over his face....it appeared he had finally stumbled on something that slightly
resembled the 24th century. PADDS and weapons were strewn over the floor, large
metal crates were stockpiled against the walls, but more importantly were the
vials and vials of the red liquid Beverly Crusher had used on Deanna. <Blood of the damned.> He turned to go back and tell Will and Deanna, a
flash of blue light meshing with the red pulse in the other room stopping his
movements. ~Stay where you are~ The baritone voice barked the order. Tom crept slowly away from the exit and pressed himself behind one of the
large metal crates. From the sound of the footfalls coming from the other room,
he could tell more then one person had just zeroed in on Will and Deanna. ~Where is the other one like you?~ ~He’s dead~ Tom heard Will’s response and tried to clear his mind. If they were
Betazoids, he only hoped that his and Wills identical thought patterns might
enable them to pull this off. There was a long silence before another man’s voice sounded. ~You’re
fighting the inevitable, you have nothing to fear, either of you, you’ve both
proven that you will withstand the biomagnetic shift.~ ~Why are you doing this.....you’ve caused a war to be waged against your
own species?~ Tom nodded to himself, he appreciated Will and Deanna’s efforts to feed him
as much information as they could. Merely an error in judgment. But no matter, we’re increasing the
atmospheric toxin. It will all be behind us soon. Unfortunately, because of our
miscalculation, certain species will be destroyed.~ The matter a fact tone in this bastard’s voice tightened Tom’s stomach,
his attempt at emotionless momentarily fell prey to his own anger. ~Wait, I’m not certain they are the only two here.~ A female voice sounded
the warning and was followed by the sound of footfalls moving closer to the tiny
room. ~You son of a bitch!~ Will’s angry words exploded through the chamber
stilling the foot steps. The sound of disrupter fire, Deanna’s scream, and the flash of a
transporter hit Tom’s senses before the room fell silent. He stayed crouched behind the crate, listening for anything that would tell
him he was not alone before guardedly moving out. He knew Will had blasted his
anger to disguise his from the Betazoids, and since he had only recently decided
Will Riker was not the horse’s ass he’d thought that he was, he wasn’t
looking forward to finding him dead in the other room. Picking up one of the laser rifles he made his way through the opening, a
breath of relief fleeing his lungs...... Nothing was left in the wake of their
visitors and thankfully that included Will’s dead body. He moved closer to the pit, sneering at the Spiel statues as he passed, “If
I never see another Spiel again, it’ll be too soon.” He grunted, lowering
his eyes into the glowing abyss below him. <Wonder what’s in there?> He thought, eyeing the narrow ladder at his
feet, <Do I want to know what’s in there is a better question?> He stepped back from the edge and pondered his decision, he was finding the
silence maddening, and he hated to admit it, but he wished Will was here to tell
him venturing into an unknown pit was a reckless thing to do. He smiled at the
irony of the thought and ran his fingers through his tousled hair.. ~Don’t give up Tom, your instincts are almost always right.~ He startled,
stumbling back as the voice sounded through his mind. “Oh God, I hate that.” He mumbled, running his hand over the back of his
neck, calming the hairs that were standing on end. It had been a thousand years
since Deanna had spoken to him like this, and it scared the crap out of him just
as much now as it had the very first time. chapter 19 Tom lowered his eyes to the ground below him, from his position on the ladder
it appeared to be the same as the sheets of obsidian that lined the walls of the
rooms above. He struggled with the weapons he’d brought with him, admitting to
himself maybe he’d gone a little overboard in bringing seven laser rifles and
two hand helds. He stopped about five rungs from the bottom, hoping to survey not only the
source of the red light, but the hissing sound that had grown louder the further
he descended. There appeared to be more statues against the back wall, he
stepped down another rung. He squinted his eyes against the blinding light, a familiar hum and a burst
of blue instinctively causing him to release his hold on the ladder and fall to
the ground. <Guess they’re not all statues.> He thought to himself, dumping all
but one of the laser rifles and rolling away from the next blast of phaser fire.
He repeatedly fired his own, unable to locate the source against the steady red
glow....he only hoped the shooter was having the same problem. “Surrender!” The order distorted itself on an echo that bounced off the
walls of the pit. <Not likely> He sneered to himself, scanning the room for someplace
anyplace where he could make good on his intentions not to surrender. Several
large cylinders were stacked against the wall beside him, <that’ll work> “Others are coming!” <That’s what they all say.> He rolled his eyes at what he had chosen
to believe to be an idle threat, and fumbled with the firing mechanism for the
rifle. He waited until the hum of the rifle reached the strained pitch he was
aiming for before standing up. <Ok, dipshit....betray yourself> His movement generated the result he was hoping for, the blue light of the
phaser barely missed him, but allowed him to locate the fool that was firing it. “I surrender!” He shouted, whipping the now screeching laser rifle and
scrambling for the barrels. The explosion from the overloaded rifle was almost
immediate, he covered his head with his hands and hoped this little angel that
had set up residence on his shoulder was still doing her job. A low pitched scream and the smell of burning flesh answered his question,
now all he had to do was pray his little kA-boom didn’t call in the rest of
the goon patrol. After a moment of silence he peered around the barrel, holding one of the
smaller laser weapons firmly in his hand. He moved cautiously across the room, noting that his feet seemed to be
sinking into the obsidian floor as though it were mud instead of rock. He’d
never seen anything like it before, it was as though the rock was breaking down,
degenerating. He shrugged it off and cast only a sidelong glance to the sizzling
body of his victim, from the extend of the injuries to his face it was hard to
tell what race he was, or had been. “Sorry pal, but it was me or you.” His shoulders stiffened as he approached the statues he’d seen from the
ladder, identical to the ones above...... He knew if Will were here, he’d
insist they were Spiel. He ran his hand over the statue and the alien writing at the base, actually
he knew it to be Latin, but it was alien to him, so what difference did it make. “What difference does any of this make? Shit, I can’t do this by myself.”
He slouched his shoulders, momentarily contemplating finding a deserted planet,
a beautiful woman with a single objective that was to please him and screwing
the outcome of the universe. “Mister Riker.” Tom jumped at the sound of the familiar and welcome voice, “Data.....what
the hell are you doing here?” The android cocked his head, “This is where my search has brought me?” Tom narrowed his eyes warily, “You brought yourself here.... Or this is
just where you ended up?” “I believe I was lead here, but I also believe I have uncovered the source
and the reasoning for the drastic change in the universe.” Data turned and
headed into the light, Tom followed closely behind him. “Will and Deanna have been captured by the betazoids.” Data turned to Tom, “That is unfortunate, but I do not believe locating
them should be our prime objective.” Tom stared at the unemotional face of the
android before he turned and again began to walk towards his goal. “And I thought I was a cold unfeeling son of a bitch.” He muttered under
his breath. “It is not that I am not concerned for their safety, I am quite fond of
both Captain Riker and doctor Troi. But my programming will not allow me to make
the decision that must be made.” Tom held off his next question, he didn’t like the sound of this......If
Data couldn’t make the decision why did he just know it had to be a morality
judgment, a kind of judgment he was probably even less qualified to make. “Maybe we should rethink your idea about finding Will and Deanna, think
they’d be better suited for this role.” He offered the suggestion just as
Data stopped outside an arched entryway. “That would not be productive. It is against my programming to make
decisions that may affect the projected course of humanity as we know it.” Tom twisted his face into a scowl, the prospect of playing god as the
Betazoids had turned his stomach. “Both of your options will result in many deaths, but I believe the choice
should be made by one who will suffer the consequences of the decision.” The red light played off the androids yellow eyes, distorting them with an
almost demonic glow, at least that was how Tom saw them right now. “So, your saying happily ever after isn’t one of my options?” Data Nodded. “Give em to me.....you can tell me how and why later.” He sucked in a
deep breath of air, reiterating Deanna’s earlier encouragement to him. “You can stop the process, the sudden halt in the infiltration of the toxin
will leave races such as the cardiassians and Romulans with knowledge of those
that were their enemies, and also open up their own vulnerabilities. I believe
the secrets they have learned about each other will undoubtedly lead to........” Tom waved him off, “Ok, I don’t like that one.....move on.” “You let the process continue, rasing the consciousness of the universe as
it would have naturally thousands of years from now.” Tom scratched his beard and raised his brows suspiciously, “But?” “But in doing so the less advanced species will be incapable of
withstanding the stimulus to their brains and will die.” Tom flopped his head forward, speaking without looking up, “I don’t
suppose by less advanced species you mean, monkeys and gorillas?” Negative Sir, I am speaking of Klingons, Cardassins, Bajorans, Fer.....” “Bajorans!” Tom snapped to attention, he’d managed to keep his concern
for Alora buried deeply, but at the prospect of never seeing his little girl
again it bubbled to the surface and gripped his heart. Locking his stormy gray eyes on Data he made the only choice there was, “I
like option number two tin man, just tell me what to do.” chapter 20 Divine plan, my ass.” Tom grumbled under his breath, dumping the contents
of the crate he was lugging into the pile of weapons. “I’ve been thinking Data.” He turned to face the android, “If these
Betazoid rebels are hold up in these catacombs like you say, there’s a good
chance Will and Deanna are being held here too.” Data nodded, “It is conceivable.” “I don’t think it’s going to take two of us to create this explosion,
and I don’t think another hour is going to matter either. How’s about you
take those internal sensors of yours and at least try to get them out?” Tom
raised a hopeful brow and waited for Data’s logical reasoning as to why that
would not be the prudent thing to do. “Even if I was able to locate them, the magnitude of the explosion will not
only seal off the toxin but will level most of the island. I do not believe I
would be able to get them to safety.” A whisper of a grin tugged at Tom’s mouth, this was far more of an
optimistic reply then he’d counted on. “If there was a way to get them out, would you give it a shot?” “I could see no reason to refuse.” “Good, then do it.” Tom ripped the armband from his arm and handed it to
Data, “It’s going to transport you to either my cabin, or the Kahu gorge
.....either one of them will be a whole, hell of a lot better then here.” Data’s bewildered expression shifted between the armband and Riker, “How
will you escape Sir?” Tom shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m touched Data, I didn’t know you cared.” “I am merely confused, Sir.....Captain Riker always said you would sell
your soul to the devil if it meant saving your own hide, this act of self
sacrifice does not substantiate that comment.” “Figures.” He chuckled, “But I wouldn’t ponder it too hard my friend,
I’ve got no intentions of dying in amongst the pages of a bad H. G. Wells
novel.” Data opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. “You’ve got one hour, if you haven’t gotten out of here by then you can
kiss your positronic butt good-bye.” Tom grinned and tilted his head towards
the arched doorway. He watched until the android had been enveloped by the red light before
sliding down the wall and hugging his rifle to his chest. He’d meant what he
said, he had no intention of dying here but he also knew there was only one
person that could prevent it. **************************************** Will Riker had played possum long enough to learn all he needed to know from
the renegade Betazoid that was speaking to Deanna. From the monotone of the
Betazoid’s voice Will knew this Rebuc Sirla was counting on the after affects
of the blood of the damned to be affecting Deanna’s judgment. It was the way
this group had persuaded the Betazoids into believing that this was how life
would be for them once the edifices had been reconstructed and realigned. According to Myth; predating any of Earth’s history an advanced race
existed, destroying itself with it’s own technology but not before sowing the
earth with what is now life. Of course according to Sirla it wasn’t a myth at all, but some convoluted
plan constructed by not only the original inhabitants of the earth, but the
universe as well. A prehistoric civilization that tapped into the universal
energy source by building vast transmissions and receiving stations using
various forms of monumental architecture. All of what Sirla was saying to Deanna fed into Data’s hypothesis that a
shift in the geomagnetic field of the planet, or planets as it were, would
personify the effects of the universes energy, bringing consciousness to a
higher plane. If any of this were true, he was sure it was set to be a gradual
process, not a sudden surge in the bioelectrical field. Someone how these renegade Betazoids had figured out what had baffled
scientist for years, and decided to govern the outcome themselves, concerned
with only themselves. Ironically the very poisons the various planets had used to almost destroy
themselves numerous times, was what this race was planing on using to release
the deep rooted ideal that had been planted thousands of years ago in the
humanoid psyche. The small explosion and the Betazoid curse that left Sirla’s lips was all
the evidence he needed to know Tom Riker was still plotting somewhere. He waited
until he could no longer hear the footfalls of the Betazoid before opening one
eye to look at Deanna. “He’s gone.” She lowered her face to his, her hair falling over his
face shielding him from the guard in the doorway. “I don’t think we’re
going to get out of this one.” “Sure we will.” He whispered, manifesting his most convincing grin. He had every confidence he wasn’t going to die, he never did, he had an
irresistible charm that appealed to the blond behind the keyboard..... He wasn’t
as confident about the fate of Tom and Deanna. Honestly there were times he’d
like to reach through the monitor and drag her into one of these bizarre
situations she’d created. But if he did that he’d be destined to cannon
forever..... the thought didn’t appeal to him and allotted him the patience he
needed to put up with the physical and mental angst she and others like her
inflicted on him. The sound of a single phaser burst pulled their eyes to the doorway in time
to see a single chunk of obsidian dislodge from the ceiling and knock the guard
to the ground. There was a momentary lapse between the guard hitting the floor
and Captain Data’s appearance in the entryway. “It is imperative we leave.” Will grimaced against the pain of the phaser wound to his shoulder as Deanna
helped him to his feet. Data may have been an android devoid of emotions, but
Will knew him long enough to recognize certain facial expressions and right now
urgency was written all over his face. “Where’s Tom?” He asked, moving concerned eyes between Data and Deanna. Data seemed to be accessing an internal sensor, Will narrowed his eyes and
repeated his question, “Where’s Tom, Damnit!” “In approximately two minutes Tom Riker will detonate a charge that will
seal the premature release of the toxin and unfortunately will level the island.
Therefore I reiterate my previous warning, it is imperative leave.” Will eyed the armband the android was fumbling with, astutely aware it had to
be the one that had belonged to Tom, since theirs had been taken by the
Betazoids. “We can’t just leave him here!” Deanna’s pleading eyes searched
Wills. “We’re not going to!” Will grabbed Deanna’s arm and pulled her for
the door, stopped in mid stride by the powerful grasp of Data’s hand. “Yes we are Sir.” Data words, an earth shattering explosion and the
simultaneous collapse of the room all distorted themselves on a burst of
spiraling light. Epilogue Enterprise bridge, one month later Captain William Riker settled into the captains chair and returned a smile to
the Betazoid to his left. “How’s it feel to be back on the enterprise?” She asked, a whisper of
sadness in her dark eyes. “Feel a lot better if I knew I wasn’t going to be spending the next year
or so putting out fires and dealing with the repercussions of the toxin.” He
lowered his voice and leaned closer to her, “I’d also feel better if I could
convince you to stay on board.” He hadn’t meant to pressure her, he understood her need to return to
Betazed, to help rebuilt the devastation her planet had suffered. But a selfish
part of him wanted her here with him, dealing with all the BS he knew he was in
for would be much easier with her by his side. “I’ll come back Will, this just isn’t the.....” “Sir!” Will reluctantly pulled his eyes away from hers and responded to
his security chief with only a raised brow. “You have a incoming subspace message.....eyes only sir.” “In my ready room.” He closed his eyes and shook his head as he
spoke....another battle, another skirmish between this race and that one, they
were always the same. He nodded to Deanna before pushing from his chair and disappearing behind the
door of his ready room. Settling behind the screen he hesitated for a moment before activating the
transmission, a grin spreading across his bearded face. “You gonna say something, or just sit there grinning like a fool?” Tom
Riker’s baritone voice as always held the residue of laughter. “How?” Was all Will could muster. “Let’s just say I sold my soul to the devil.” Tom Riker waggled a thick
eyebrow and brushed his hand through his tousled blond hair. “I see you’re in disguise again.” Will observed, his grin never
wavering from his face. “Seems my wife has turned up missing. She was last seen on Cardassia, now
since I liberated her from a prison camp there, I’m going with my gut instinct
that they got their hands on her again.” Will’s grin faded, “I’m sorry. But entering Cardissian space alone,
especially you, well it’s not too bright.” “Slipped back into the Captain’s chair and slipped right back into the
mundane I see.” Tom chuckled, “And I’m not alone, I told you, I sold my
soul to the devil.” Will narrowed his eyes, he knew Tom well enough not to push for the identity
of his covert companion, but he also knew Tom was saying everything but what he’d
contacted him to say. “What do you want Tom, I figure I owe you one.” He leaned back in his
chair and waited for the bomb to drop. “Thanks, I knew I could count on you.:” Tom’s face faded to black,
leaving Will with a million questions and a nagging suspicion he was going to
regret whatever it was Tom was counting on him for. The door chimes startled him from his thoughts and slide open before he’d
called to them. “Deanna, Tom’s alive!” He hadn’t expected so much exuberance to sneak
into his voice but it did. “I know.” He leaned against the arm of his chair, his brows creasing
curiously. Deanna motioned behind her, the gesture bringing an unexpected guest into the
ready room. “Captain Riker, I’d like you to meet Alora Riker. It seems you’ve been
appointed her official guardian until further notice.” Will swallowed hard, his eyes darting between the soft smile on Deanna’s
face and the dark-haired little girl that was making her way across the ready
room. “Can he do that?!” He blurted the question to Deanna just as Alora
scrambled onto his lap. “Hello Alora.” He only glanced at Alora before rasing his questioning
eyes to Deanna. Deanna widened her eyes in response and shrugged, “I guess he can, he did.” Alora placed her hands on both sides of Will’s cheeks, silently insisting
he look at her instead of Deanna. Her dark eyes scrutinized him closely,
examining him as though he was the most complex puzzle she’d ever seen, before
speaking. “Not Daddy.” Fell from her lips and caused Will’s heart to fall as
well. “Daddy will be back, I’m your Uncle Will.” He smiled at the little
girl, examining her as closely as she’d examined him before shifting his gaze
to Deanna. There was no need to verbalize what he was feeling, or the decision he’d
just come to, Deanna’s nod was all the motivation he needed. Tapping his COMM badge he relayed his order to the bridge, “Mister Whise,
set course for Cardassia....warp nine.” “We can drop you on Betazed first if you want us to.” He offered,
shifting Alora on his lap....Deanna shook her head, “No......I think Tom
deserves our help, both of us.” Deanna moved beside him, slipping an arm around her waist he released a
satisfied sigh..... He didn’t think she could pull it off, but she had, the blond behind the
keyboard was right....Tom Riker wasn’t a threat....Tom Riker was a pretty good
guy:-) end
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instead sliding himself down the wall and waiting for them to
enlighten
him. As they both sat down in front of him, he began to wonder
about
himself.....had he lost the motivation to seize the moment, to act on
his
instincts instead of the regulations he had lived under for years. The
thought
sickened him, had he allowed himself to slip
into such complacency that he had become one of the pompous starfleet captains
he’d always despised. No way, if he had, he would put an end to it right
now......Deanna was willing to follow Tom, and obviously believed in his bizarre
theory that the universe was screwed....Her word and the shadow of sadness in
her eyes all the motivation he needed to make his decision.