Tell a TNG Story, a little at a time.

[rahullak]

She's my girl goddammit!

Riker was fuming as he paced around his quarters. He had just gone through the easiest mission of his life and where was his beloved, his Imzadi, his eternally estranged love Deanna Troi when he needed her psychobabble the most? Hobnobbing with that two-face of a captain Picard no doubt.

Listening to Picard's "advice" while being trapped mind and soul without the will to exert himself was bad enough. But having his body handed to him on a platter by this...this entity whatever it was called... without so much as a spit fight, was more than he could bear. It could only mean one thing. It was still in him, within the dark recesses of his psyche waiting like a Hynecian serpeant to strike when most expected.

"Picard to Commander Riker", Riker's comm chirped, rankling him further.
"Riker here".
"Commander, the counselor and I will be beaming to the surface to see if we can convince the ambassador by any means necessary. This mission has lasted long enough. You have the Bridge."
"Understood. Riker out."

For an ephemeral moment, Riker's eyes flashed red . But it was only a moment and since there was no one around to witness it, the thing that lurked beneath the First-Officer's psyche continued to enjoy being undetected.

 

[TigerOfDarkness]

Worf had not felt so alive for a long time. Adrenalin, the smells of the battle, his injuries - all helped to focus his warrior's senses and mind on the battle. He snarled through his bared teath. His movements were instinctive as the contest entered its final stages.

"Worf, report!" the Captains voice rang out, but it was almost beneath the attention of the combatents.

 

[rahullak]

Worf was in what the human's would call The Zone. The Warrior's Zone. An ancient Klingon instinct handed down from eons, that sharpened the senses and focused the mind on only one objective - to vanquish petaQpu or storm the shores of Sto-Vo-Kor.

But Worf was also a Starfleet officer. His training instinctively caused him to hit his combadge as he barked out "IT IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE....AAAAAARGGGH"

".....AAAAAAARGGH..." Picard winced as he heard the clash of blades and rending of flesh through the com channel. Then, all was silent.

"If you're quite done this would be a good time to report on your status, Commander."

 

[Argus Skyhawk]

In response, Picard heard only silence.

"I repeat, what is your status, Commander?"

More silence. Picard and Deanna exchanged worried looks.

After waiting several more moments, Picard said seriously, "We better get to the transporter room."

Deanna nodded her agreement, but as they turned toward the turbolift, Worf's voice thundered through the communicator: "But the day is not yet over!"

***

Worf stood triumphantly on the small holographic hillside, surrounded by the holographic bodies of his now defeated opponents.

 

[TigerOfDarkness]

Worf felt the joy of victory coursing through his veins as he threw his head back and joined with the others in warning the after-life that Klingon warriors were about to join them.

His arm was caked in blood - both his and that of the fallen. Something stirred at the back of his mind....

"You are Warf, are you not?" said the Klingon with the bat'leths. "I've seen you at the bat'leth tournament" he threw a bat'leth to Worf.

Worf remembered - he was in a holo smulation and one that kept recycling.
This was not a good development - the battle had used much of his energy.

His newly resurrected foe assumed a combat stance, Worf followed suit.

 

[Odon]

"Your father wore carpet slippers!" said Worf.

"Your mother was a notch on Kirk's bedpost!" replied his opponent. "Prepare to vomit your blood upon the sands!"

 

[Zameaze]

Even though the Bat’leth Champion was exhausted, he was dauntlessly winning this second round of one-against-five; he was down to his last opponent. Worf bludgeoned his one-armed adversary with his antagonist's own severed limb. The arm-cum-weapon spattered gore from it’s mutilated end as, in a frenzy, Worf brought it down again and again on his opponent’s head. His opponent fell to the ground.

“Worf,” came Geordi’s voice through Worf‘s combadge, “I’ve hacked into their holo-system and installed make shift safety protocols. We also have visual now.” Upon hearing this, Worf tried to compose his face into a less exuberant expression. “I should be able to shut down the program in a couple of minute,” continued Geordi, “Unless you’re having too much fun.”

“I am not having fun,” Worf said with indignation.

“Of course you’re not,” said Geordi.

 

[Argus Skyhawk]

As the battle commenced a third exhausting time, everything dimmed and eventually vanished leaving Worf standing alone in a dark holodeck with yellow gridlines. He glanced around. Where was Data? He had been in the simulation with him.

As Worf puzzled this out, Picard and Deanna materialized a few meters away.

 

[Zameaze]

Deanna ran to him as a bone-weary Worf fell to the holodeck floor. She sat beside him,
holding his head against her breast. “He needs medical attention, Captain,” she said.

“Nonsense,” said the warrior weakly. I love her hair, he thought, I could lose myself in that hair.

 

[TigerOfDarkness]

Picard reached them and fingered his comm badge: "Geordi - have Lt. Worf beamed directly to sick-bay and well done on de-activating the holo-program.

Worf began to protest but the transporter whisked him away before he got very far.

Picard and Deanna looked around. The holo suite was very large. Although only maybe 50 metres wide it seemed to stretch for kilomoteres in length.

 

[Odon]

"Data, have you ever heard of non-Euclidean geometry?" asked Picard quietly.

 

[Zameaze]

“A non-Euclidean geometry is characterized by a non-vanishing Riemann curvature tensor,” said Data, “Examples of non-Euclidean geometries include the hyperbolic and elliptic geometry. The essential difference between Euclidean and non-Euclidean geometry is the nature of parallel lines. Euclid's fifth postulate….”

“That was a rhetorical question, Data,” Picard said, impatience creeping into his voice, "And where in the deuce have you been?"

 

[Argus Skyhawk]

Data responded, "I was led away by the Klingon bride, and I did not resist because I wanted to see what the plan was. She called for the arch and led me out of the holodeck and into the street just in front of the Chyrkaugh. It turns out she was a real Klingon, and not part of the simulation, which was ironic, since she was the first part of the program we noticed repeating itself. Anyway, when it became clear that she was taking me back to the Ambassador, I returned here. She attempted to stop me, but apparently did not anticipate my android strength."

 

[rahullak]

TIME OUT

I thought Worf was whisked away by the transporter?

TIME IN

"I'm assuming she's been knocked unconcious," guessed Picard. "Lead the way Data. Let's see if we can't find out more from this Klingon Julia Roberts."

Once again, the captain's attempt at humor had fallen far from the proverbial apple tree, thought Data.

"Aye sir", said Data as he led the captain and the counselor out through the holodeck doors.

 

[Argus Skyhawk]

I thought Worf was whisked away by the transporter?

Doh! You are correct. I just re-edited my last post to correct that.

 

[Zameaze]

They passed through the holodeck doors, and out of the corner of his eyes, Picard saw something flash by. He threw out his arm stopping Data and Troi from proceeding any father. His gut told him there was danger. “Deanna, do you sense anything unusual?” Picard asked.

“I sense lust around me,” answered Troi, “but that’s not unusual.”

 

[TigerOfDarkness]

The implications of the councilors reply would have to be explored later, Picard decided.
"Something just flashed past - Data what does your tricorder tell us?" he asked.

"There are a number of lifeforms scattered around us, most appear to be hiding. There is also an energy source at 300 metres in that direction", he replied, indicating a path to the left.

 

[Argus Skyhawk]

"Data, is that the same direction as the Chyrkaugh?" asked Picard.

"Yes Captain. In fact, that building appears to be the location of the energy source."

Picard looked grim. "Let's have our phasers out and set to stun. We will walk that direction, but pay attention. I suspect we are being watched."

 

[TigerOfDarkness]

They walked along the path, the sun was bright and casting sharp edged shadows, though there was little warmth and no sign of the hiding life-forms.

Picard pondered recent events as they progressed. He noticed Deanna was becoming increasingly agitated. He was about to ask what was upsetting her when she spoke: "Captain! Please stop thinking about sex! It is very disturbing!"

Picard stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded. Data turned to face them, a surprised look on his face.

 

[Argus Skyhawk]

Picard said, "Counselor, I can only assume you are sensing someone else. I assure you that I am much too preoccupied by this mission to be thinking about sex."

However, Deanna did not appear to have heard. She grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut, as though trying to block something out.

Data said, "Counselor, are you feeling alright?"