The Weer Family

[RobertScorpio]

STAR TREK
The Weer Family

Written by Bill Hunt, Harsha Jadhav and Robert Scorpio

STAR TREK
The Weer Family

(Our story picks up four months after the events of EXODUS 12.)

Mathew Weer was able to find a cure for young Ginny. Meanwhile, Auth Beth, along with Ramada and Lawrence, found their way to the Omarion Nebula deep in the Gamma Quadrant. Mathew Weer brought Ginny there, reuniting her with her siblings, Lawrence and Ramada.

The land that Mathew had purchased years ago sat on over one hundred and fifty three acres. Although the Weer family supported the Federation in the Civil War against the Traditionalists, they also found the lure of a more simple way of life appealing. Most of the beings who called Droahna home were also those who believed in a more simple way of life.

On this world, things were indeed much simpler. There were no space craft allowed on the planet surface. Transporter use was limited to three major receiving areas on the planet surface. And in the true pioneering spirit, travel on the planet was limited to horse back travel, stream driven trains, and maritime vessels.

The Founders, for their part, allowed a planetary government to maintain order. There was a ruling body that decided on all laws governing the citizens. All commerce was based on the old standard of Gold.

Most if the inhabitants of the Droahna were humans. They were attracted by the simpler ways that the world had become known for. Other aliens also had come to the world, searching for a less materialistic way of life.

Before heading back to Federation Space to deal with Mitch’s predicament, Mathew had hired a contractor to build up the house they Weer’s would now call home. It was modeled after the house they had called home for nearly five hundred years on Earth. It was of South Western design. Mathew and his brother Jonathan, who had been killed during the Civil War, had decided to go back into the simple life of herding horses. Over the twelve years that Droahna had been colonized, horses were plentiful on the planet. They were plentiful, but wild. A living could be made selling these horses to the coming settlers. Part of the land that Mathew bought would be used for that purpose, once he had returned with Mitch.

With the home pretty much settled on Droahna, it was time for Mathew to head back to Earth and secure the release of Mitch. That was easier said than done. With goodbyes said to Auth Beth, Ramada, Ginny and Lawrence, Mathew zipped off in the Tempest. He promised to bring Mitch back home with him. It was a promise that might not come true.



THE WEER FAMILY

MATHEW WEER
He is in his late fifties. For years he was a scout for Starfleet, and even after he retired, he continued in that capacity as a civilian for the Federation. His exploration of space is unequaled. During his travels he has become friends with many other scouts of so called enemies of the Federation. He believes in true frontier justice. He is known to wear dear and bear skin clothing, and even sports a very large buck-knife for all to see. Though he was part of Starfleet, he did not like his service. Many of the older Captains are still his friends, but due to his association with known smugglers and the like, he is seen as an outsider as well.

MITCH WEER
He is now twenty one years old. When the Civil War broke out, Mitch was drafted into service. During the war he saw officers in his outfit do terrible things, including the rape and murder of innocent civilians. Seeing this side of humanity has changed him a great deal. Where he was once just a kid with innocent vigor, he is now emotionally scarred. While his commanding officer was about to rape a young girl, Mitch could only watch as his uncle, Mathew Weer, killed the offending officer. Later, with trumped up charges, Mitch was arrested for desertion and for letting his superior officer to be killed. Mitch now awaits trial back on Earth for these so called ‘crimes’.

RAMADA WEER
Mitch’s oldest sister. She is twenty years old. She is a very beautiful but naïve woman. Her ambition in life is to just be a flirt. She has never been in love, and she is a virgin, but she realizes that her looks can bring her a life of easy gains. She is of a pure heart though. And recently she had a crush on a young Klingon named K’ot’FAQ.

GINNY WEER

Ginny is sixteen years old. Where as Ramada is a real beauty in grace and looks, Ginny is just a tom-boy at heart. She takes after her Uncle Mat. She just wants to be one of the guys! Her life was almost cut short in the past year after being stung by a rare insect. Her life was only saved when Mat took her to a far of Romulan world that practiced primitive forms of medicine.

LAWRENCE WEER

He is Ginny’s twin brother. He is just a young innocent kid. Shows promise of being a writer of some kind. But he is also known to like the simple ways of life that the family wants to return to.

AUTH BETH HAWKINS

The matriarch of the family, Mary Weer, was killed recently. And with the father of the children also killed in the recent path, Mathew sent for Mary’s older sister, Beth, to take over as the mentor to the children. Mathew’s livelihood required him to be away much of the time. The children still needed a magnetic type of person to keep them on the right track. Auth Beth was sterner in her ways that what the kids were used to. But Mathew knew this was the kind of person the children would need in this new future they faced.


The Federation has recently ended a dreadful Civil War. Factions still want to keep fighting on both sides. And now, far from the Federation, the Weer Family must start a new page in their history. One can only hope fate will be kind;

STAR TREK:
THE WEER FAMILY

 

[RobertScorpio]

STAR TREK
The Weer Family

#01

"Evil To The End"

In this issue;
Mathew Weer
Mitch Weer
Dirk Peasely
Javon


Introducing
Sharv


NARITA PENAL CENTER ON EARTH
2AM

(During the Civil War, Star Fleet Command HQ was utterly destroyed. The auxillary HQ at Narita Japan went operational two days later. A penal center was erected there as well. From deserters to smugglers of weapons or tech were brought there to await trial)

Mitch Weer dreamed of better times. He dreamed of the days when his family was back on Earth, before the Civil War. He once had aspirations of joining Starfleet and making something of his life. Even though Uncle Mathew frowned upon Starfleet, it didn’t deter Mitch. From the time he was a child he wanted to be a fighter pilot. Now, he was nothing more than prisoner 165-A-219.

The cell he occupied was scarce. No food replicator, no waste disposal. He was considered a high security risk due to the fact he was accused of letting a superior officer die with out assistance, and for leaving the service with out being processed out properly. Both offenses carried the death penalty.

The use of the death penalty was very where in Federation history. But during time of war, the death penalty was enacted for serious transgressions. Murder, and desertion, were among the crimes that carried the death penalty.

Mitch found it all so hard to believe. He had been drafted into the military when he came back to Earth to find his father. The war was full throttle, and moments after watching his father die, Mitch was drafted into the service with out the right to refuse.

He served in an outfit led by a ruthless man named Kenny. It was Kenny’s practice, as well as his superior officer Admiral Dirk Peasely, to use terror, murder and rape to maintain order.

Starfleet found out about these methods, but Mitch was still on trial. His Uncle Mathew Weer did kill Lt.Kenny, but it was in self defense. And because travel back to Earth was infrequent do to the Unstableness, Mathew thought it best for Mitch to leave the service and return to the family on Nemra IV. As it turned out, leaving the ranks before going back to Earth was a common practice at that time. Mitch was confident that charge would be dropped.

But not killing Mathew for killing Lt. Kenny is what he was really on trial for. And if he had it all to do over again? He would still let his Uncle Mathew hurl the knife deep into Kenny’s skull. Lt Kenny was preparing to rape a young child when Mathew barged in and stopped the crime from happening. Mitch felt guilty for freezing the way he did. But this was common practice for his squad. Though he never took part, he was slowly desensitized of the crimes.

As he stared quietly up at the ceiling, he heard a strange sound. It was the sound of someone beaming in. Normally a force field surrounded the penal center. Suddenly a person shimmered into view. It was his Andorian friend Sharv.

Sharv was an interesting character. He was, for all intents and purposes, a smuggler. His specialty was hard to get Starfleet tech, which he then sold on the black market to Orion ring or even enemy governments. He mainly did it for the fun of it. His father was wealthy, and his family held a seat on the Federation council. Sharv considered this he rebellious stage.

But he had another interesting hobby; breaking out of the Narita Penal Colony. Some how the riley old coot had broken out of the penal center eight times.

Mitch met Sharv innocently several months earlier. Sharv, for all his problems, loved hard luck cases like him. And he had a shrewd eye for the truth of the universe. He took Mitch under his wing while they were out on the exercise floor. Sharv was considered a kook by most of the inmates, but one not to mess with. He would often tell Mitch that he would spring them both from this place, it just took time to put it all together. Mitch never thought it would amount to much, due to the fact the guards watched Sharv like a hawk. Perhaps the guard were more like the three blind mice because…

Now, in the deep of night, Sharv had materialized into Mitch’s cell. Sharv held a finger to his lips, motioning Mitch to be quiet.

“I am as good as my word,” Sharv whispered through his smile.

“What are you doing?” Mitch replied with his own hushed whisper.

Sharv shook his head. “Trust me, my human friend, but your buddy Peasely is not to be trifled with. My contact in the Orion Ring tells me there is more going on here than meets the eye. If you are not out of here, and soon, you’re going to be dead.”

“Why? What have I done to anger these people?” Mitch pled back.

Sharv answered as best he could. “It has something to do with your uncle. I think they’re using you to get to him.”

Mitch looked confused. “My Uncle Mathew, you know of him?”

Sharv nodded. “Both of my moms had, well, how do I put it, romantic relations with your Uncle on their wedding day thirty of your Earth years ago. This angered my dads, and well…” Sharv paused, “turns out your uncle Mat was put up to it by all seven of my grand parents. It’s a long story, but we have to get out of here.” Sharv laughed, “The more I hear about your Uncle, the more I think I might be his child! He is such a scum, like me!”

Mitch protested. “Excuse me, but if I come with you I will be a fugitive.”

Sharv smiled back. “Join the club.”

Mitch stood up to protest when he shimmer away. They reappeared on a small space craft in high orbit of Earth.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mitch demanded.

Sharv’s hands flew across the small helm station. “I am saving your hairy ass, now sit down before I jump to warp. This ship’s anti-grav isn’t the best!”

Mitch did as he was told. “How did you get the force field around the Narita to shutdown?”

Sharv laughed. “Please. I am a professional you know.”

The tiny ship jumped into warp.

“This is just great.” Mitch said as the stars streaked by. “Now I will be a hunted fugitive on the run with an insane Andorian smuggler.”

Sharv nodded in agreement. “True, but then again, who else would you rather be with than your trusted friend Sharv?”

“Was that a rhetorical question?” Mitch asked.

Sharv’s laughter filled the tiny ship as it streaked through space.

--

Planet Marcosis 9.

Marcosis 9 was one of the more seedy worlds that were just outside Federation space. It was a magnet to the criminal element of the galaxy. It was where criminals went to hide among other criminals.

One such person was former Admiral Dirk Peasely. He had been defrocked from Starfleet after it was found out he had abused his authority for illegal means. He had come to Marcosis 9 recently, along with a young man he had bought on the Orion Sex Slave Market.

He had brought his sex slave, a Trill named Javon, to a seedy dive in one of the more rowdy cities on the planet. The loud music of nearby bars could be heard blaring in the night.

Peasely’s room was on the third floor of the establishment. Bright neon lights shown through the think drape that covered the window. The establishment had no boundaries for those who wanted to take a walk on the dark side of life. And there was no side dark enough for Dirk Peasely.

Moments earlier he had beaten Javon severely. Peasely was a skilled sadist who got his thrills on over the top sex romps that were violent. He was definitely a sick man.

Peasely finished chaining Javon, naked, to the metal frame of what use to be a bed. On the walls were various tools used for torture, including whips, iron knuckles, and even razor blades. He took one of the more harsh whips off of the wall. As he prepare to snap the whip across his victim’s body, Peasely drank from a bottle that contained some kind of alcoholic beverage.

“And now, my boy, it is time to see what color blood is beneath those spots of yours.” Peasely said as he poured some of the beverage all over his young target.

The man, a Trill, was chained with his back to the frame, exposing the front side of his body. Earlier, Peasely had lit candles upon arriving in the room. He picked one of the candles up.

“Please,” Javon was able to say softly, “my master didn’t know this was what you wanted. I have children who I must support. Please, I will convince him to give your payment back.”

Peasely leered at him. “I won’t kill you boy,” he said with a smile, “but when I’m done, you will wish I had.”

Peasely took a small knife out of his pocket and put the blade into the flame of the candle. The tip of the knife became red and hot. He put the candle down, and then leaned closer to the Trill. He brought the tip of the knife closer to Javon's left eyeball.

“What are you doing?” Javon asked in total fear.

“I changed my mind,” he said sadly, “I’m going to kill you. But first I want to slice your eyes out so you can die blinded with pain. And no one will care when they find your discarded carcass in the waste center, because you’re nothing but a cheap whore. And, on this world, there are no laws against murder.” Peasely laughed loud and hard as he guzzled down more of the liquid from the bottle he held in his right hand.

At that moment the door to the room was kicked in. Mathew Weer stepped into the room.

“I see you’re up to your old twisted ways.” Mat said with force.

“Weer,” Peasely yelled back, “take one step and this Trill will die horribly!”

Mat moved to fast for intoxicated man. He grabbed Peasely and in one motion, threw the former Star Fleet Admiral; head first, out the window. Mat watched as Peasley’s body crashed to the ground below. Mat cut the chains from the beaten Trill’s body and headed out the door.

Moments later Mathew barged out into the street. A small group of strangers watched as Mat walked over to Peasely, who was not moving, but who was still alive, breathing heavy, laying on his back.

“You broke my neck!” Peasely said in a high pitch, pained voice.

Mat grabbed Peasely by the neck, and pulled him up a little. “I’m about to kill you Peasely. But first I want to know WHY my nephew is being railroaded.”

Peasely smiled through his pain. “Ah, so that is why you tracked me down.” Peasely said in a fading voice. “You’re too late Weer. Your nephew broke out of the penal center two days ago. He’s now a wanted fugitive. He is wanted, dead or alive. And I’m not going to tell you a thing.”

Mat pulled out a knife, grabbed Peasely’s left hand, forced it on the ground, and cut Peasely’s thumb and index finger off. Peasely screamed in pain as blood streamed out of his wounds. Mat held the knife to the man’s neck. Mat reached into his own pocket and pulled out a holo-picture of Peasely posing with a woman and a small child.

“I did some research before I came for you.” Mat said. “You live two lives. One of them is a vile peace of scrap that comes here for sick and twisted reasons like murder and rape. The other is a family man who is married. If you do not tell me something I can use, I will find your wife and kill her in the same way I am killing you. And then…” Mat lowered his finger to the face of the young girl.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Peasely said. “Even you wouldn’t go that far.”

Mathew’s face grew stone cold. “You pushed me over that line mister the moment your hired gun killed my brother’s wife, and came after my nephew. Trust me, I will cross any line to protect my family, even if it means killing yours.”

Peasely swallowed. “Okay,” Peasely said. “Just don’t harm my wife and child.” Peasely pleaded.

Mathew nodded his head. “Then talk.”

Peasely felt his life waning as he spoke. “After the two of you left Probnin I was approached by some men to press the issue with your nephew so as to lure you back to Earth.”

Mathew spoke. “So, this is all about me?”

Peasely nodded. “Yes, Weer. You have your self to blame. You have many enemies in Star Fleet. They are coming for you and I hope they find you and kill you.” He spat at Mathew.

“Give me a name!” Weer demanded as he put the knife to the man’s neck.

Peasely’s eyes glossed over. He was about to die.

“Holcomb….Holcomb.” Those were the last words Peasely spoke. He was dead.

Mathew Weer let go of Peasely’s lifeless neck and let the body fall back onto the dirt ground. He sheathed his knife and looked at the small crowd as it started to disperse. An old man with a shovel was the only person who remained from the crowd. The man walked over to Mathew. Mathew reached into a pocket and pulled out a small pouch and handed it to the grave digger. It was filled with slivers of latinum.

“Thank you mister,” the old man began to say, “We don’t have any disintegrator cemeteries here.”

Mat left the old man to do his job. Mat didn’t know anyone named Holcomb, but he was now going to find out why Holcomb new Mathew Weer.

The information about Mitch escaping the penal center was new. Mat wondered how one person could get into so much trouble like Mitch did. Mat remembered a story Jonathan once told him. At the young age of fourteen, Mitch once placed a holo-recorder in a girls-only- dorm at one of the schools Mitch attended. Mat had to smile at that one.

But now Mitch was in more serious trouble than a scolding from a school administrator. Someone named Holcomb was maneuvering Mitch like a pawn in order to get to Mat, and that angered Mat to no end.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

STAR TREK
THE WEER FAMILY
By Robert Scorpio and Jadhav

#02

“Home: Droahna”


Featuring
Aunt Beth
Ramada Weer

Special Guest Star
Odo


The family home on Droahna was finally done being built. Before heading back to the Alpha Quadrant to retrieve Mitch, if he could, Mathew had paid for the construction of the new home on the large area of land he had purchased over the years. The house was situated on one hundred and fifty acres of absolutely beautiful land.

Aunt Beth surveyed the home from the garden she and the younger children had planted. Even at the early hour it was, the morning sun, which was an average yellow star, like the one that orbited Earth, began to peak over the pristine hills that were in the distance. Even birds could be heard chirping in the distance. The settlers who had been coming to this planet had brought many animals from Earth. The Founders were very generous to let this world, Droahna, be taken over by a primarily Earth human population.

The children would soon be getting up from their evening slumber. The younger two, Ginny and Lawrence, would soon be heading off to the school house that was ten miles to the east of the home. Ramada would fetch the small land-speeder and take her two siblings to school.

And if Beth knew Ramada, and she did, the beautiful young girl would swing through town. She had caught the eye of the young gentleman who ran the local supply store.

Even though the items at the store could be beamed to where ever a customer might want them to be, most preferred the old fashion way of picking up their own supplys. For a world that was settled mainly by pro-Federation supporters, Beth was amazed at how many of them preferred the old ways that the Traditionalist wanted to bring back as law.

It was nearly 7AM in the morning as Beth, who had been sipping on a cup of coffee, headed back to the house. At that moment a small space craft came into view, from the direction of the sun. The craft was heading for the Weer estate, and that had Beth worried. The story of how her sister Mary had met her death * (yes, footnotes like a comic book) nearly a year before, was still fresh in everyone’s minds.

Beth quickened her pace and entered the home. Upon Mathew’s insistence, a phaser Rifle was kept near the entrance. It was kept out of the reach of the children, for their protection. Beth decided to retrieve the weapon. Mathew Weer, and Mitch for that matter, had collected many enemies since they had left Earth at the start of the Civil War nearly two years now in the past.**

She made sure the rifle was fully charged. At that moment, Ramada, dressed only in her usual skimpy night gown, came down stairs for her usual morning coffee.

“What’s going on?” Ramada asked as she saw her Aunt brandishing the weapon.

Beth motioned for her to go back up stairs. “See to the children, we have a stranger outside.”

Ramada did as she was told, and headed back up stairs.

Beth stepped outside, locked and closed the wooden door behind her. The house looked very much like the home back on Earth, even down to its South Western Villa style. Mathew had hoped to herd horses on this new planet, thus the ‘ranch’ look the house and land beheld.

The stranger was walking out of his craft. He seemed like a kind enough gentlemen, though his face wasn’t quite right. It was rather smooth, and it was almost as if his face had been molded from tight plastic.

“Can I help you sir?” Beth asked as the stranger stopped outside the gated entrance to the property. She held the rifle to her side, but not enough so it would be hidden from the stranger’s view.

“My name is Odo.” The man said softly, but in a gruff manner, as he eyed the weapon. “I was wondering if Mathew Weer was present.”

The name Odo instantly had meaning to Beth. Odo was the name of the absolute ruler of the Founders. Not a ruler, but more like the head of the government. For Odo to have come to the property, Beth could only wonder what Mathew had done now.

“I’m sorry,” Beth said as she relaxed, “I wasn’t sure who you were.” She opened the gate and let the Founder in. Odo walked through the archway as she spoke, “I’m sorry Mister Odo, but Mathew isn’t here. He went back to the Alpha Quadrant on urgent business.”

Odo smiled. “Mathew and I go back along way. And I know exactly what that business was. I was hoping he had returned by now.” His gruff voice was appealing to Beth in someway.

Beth kept her composure, but she felt inside that this Odo sounded like a man of the law, and that could pose a problem.

“Then how can I help you?” Beth asked innocently.

Odo looked around the nearby scenery, then back to Beth. “Don’t worry. If I am causing you any stress I apologize. I just wanted Mathew to know that his, and your, nephew is welcomed here. The Federation may have put a warning out for him, but I know Mathew Weer. If he says someone is innocent, then I believe him. You have a friend in me.” Odo said calmly, and with meaning.

Beth couldn’t help but tuck a stray wisp of hair back around her ear. The more this shape-shifter spoke, the more his voice melted her senses.

“I will be sure to tell him that.” Beth said. “But I hope you didn’t come all the way just to tell us that Mr. Odo. I know you must be a very busy person.”

Odo smiled. “Mathew is a friend.” Odo replied. “My people owe him for services he provided many years ago. In fact, I would go so far as to say that Mat’s family is my family as well.”

Beth smiled back as Odo reached down, raised up her hand, and kissed her lightly on the knuckles. He let her hand down.

“Thank you very much sir.” Beth finally said, her face was flushed with warmth.

Odo walked through the archway and back toward his craft. She called out to him.

“We’re having Pot roast tonight Mr. Odo.” Beth hoped she wasn’t too obvious. “I hope you can make it for dinner with us tonight.”

Odo paused, then turned around to face her. “Perhaps, if I can, I will.”

She could tell that something special passed between their glances. He turned and went back into his craft. She could see him staring at her as he piloted the craft up into the air, and then whisked away. She headed back to the house, but before she went in, she saw the three children smiling at her from inside the front window. Lawrence was making ‘kissing’ motions with his lips on the window. Ramada lightly swatted him on the shoulder.

Beth stopped, and turned to face the mountains again. Odo’s craft was just clearing them and she smiled.

* See EXODUS # 10
** See EXODUS # 01

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#03

Beauty of the Mind

Featuring
Aunt Beth
Ramada Weer
Jared Kane
Landis Kane
And
Rolanz

PLANET DROAHNA; Just outside the Omarion Nebula with-in the territory of The New Dominion


Ramada and Aunt Beth parked the small land-speeder outside the small town supply store. Some of the citizens that nearby actually rode horses to town that was how much they longed for simpler times. Beth wouldn’t mind doing so too, but until Mathew finally called this home as well, there was no reason to go through the process of attaining horses.

The inside of the supply store was filled with all kinds of food supplies and simple tools. Since most of the people who lived in the area recently built there homes, there was not as much infrastructure one might find on more advanced worlds. Some were actually bartering with their services, as well as with Latinum. The supply store was in the center of town, and a must stop for anyone who visited.

Beth let Ramada roam the store on her own. It also meant that her young niece would get to gravitate over to the counter where a nice young man ran the check-out stand.

His name was Landis Kane. The store was owned by his father, Jared Kane. Jared was in his early seventies, and Landis, his only son, had just turned thirty. They had settled on Droahna several years earlier. The Civil War had been brewing for decades, and some left long before the war started. The Kanes were one such family.

Landis, the young man with his eye on Ramada, was also an aspiring artist. His dream was to study the art techniques practiced on Vulcan. His father had promised him for years he could attend classes there, but Landis was too loyal to leave his aging father behind. Landis’s mother had left Jared for another man a decade ago. Plus, his father was not well off in terms of finances. Landis knew he had to stay to help his father get by.

Ramada was talking with Landis.

“So, I hear the next Vulcan Art Academy starts in two more months.” Ramada said to Landis. “Are you going to go?”

He shook his head. “I want to go but..”

Jared, his father, who was known for his temper, cut in, “Go I say!” Jared said loudly. “I don’t need you puttering around here. I can handle it on my own.”

Landis laughed, “Oh shut up dad. You can’t even unload one cargo load with out your back giving out.”

Ramada slapped Landis on his muscular shoulder, “Don’t yell at your father like that.” Ramada said in a coy manner. “It isn’t proper.” She concluded.

Landis could only smile back at her. He did desire to go to that art school. He also wanted so badly to make enough of a living so that his father would be secured in his older age. Landis had a way out, and seeing Ramada confirmed it.

Jared smiled at Ramada. “You listen to that one,” Jared told Landis, “she is smart.”

Another customer was also surveying the conversation. As Ramada left to join Beth as she continued to shop, the stranger looked over to Landis. Landis nodded at the man. The man nodded back. The man was Betazed. His name was Rolanz. He spoke to Landis with his mind.

"Is she the one you spoke of?" Rolanz asked mentally.

"Yes", Landis replied with his own mind.

Rolanz seemed to be pondering his next words when finally his mind communicated further; "You will bring her to the appointed place in three weeks. After that, you will receive payment from the Orions. Your involvement will be covered. If you play your part well, there might be future residuals that could easily pay for any thing you desire."

Landis nodded to Rolanz. The Betazed man nodded back and left the supply store.

In order to book passage back to the Alpha Quadrant, Landis had decided long ago he would pay with his soul if he had to. His father could never afford to pay for such an education that Landis sought. But working in such a place offered Landis the ability to meet all kinds of travelers. One of them was an agent for the Orion Ring. The Orion put a simple thought to him; what if you could pay for your heart’s desire by selling just one person to the Orion Ring. A beautiful young woman, human preferably, could fetch enough money and residuals from Holo-programs to provide a handsome income to those who took the risk.

Most of the women on Droahna had been average looking. That was the norm it seemed. It was the norm until the Weer family arrived. Ramada was with out a doubt one of the most beautiful women in the universe. Landis had made contact with the Orions. They had sent Rolanz to judge Landis’s opinion of Ramada. The Betazed approved.

Now it was up to Landis. All he had to do was find away to take her, with him, to the Alpha Quadrant. Once that was done, the Orions would arrange an ‘attack’ and take her from him, and force her into a life of Holo-porn. A woman like her could fetch a lot of Latinum, and that was Landis's ticket to the Art school he so desperately wanted to attend.

Luckily, for him, she had a crush on him. He was half way there. In the following day he would lure her in.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #04

Star Trek
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)


#04

Featuring
Mitch Weer
Sharv



THE DOOMSDAY MACHINE CARCASS

It was cold, and it was damp. Mitch Weer was bundled up as best as he could be. The life of a wanted fugitive was not a good one. Both he, and his Andorian cohort, Sharv, had only each other to share the life with. Unless you counted the thousands upon thousands of criminals that called the Doomsday Carcass, or simply the Carcass, home.

Two weeks of sneaking past check points, and scrounging for food, had led them to what could only be described as a floating miles long carcass. Apparently it was once a planet killer, and was rendered inoperable nearly two hundred years ago. At first a network of probes kept and ‘eye’ on the thing. As time went by, and it was no longer deemed a threat, it was abandoned and left to drift in space.

Now it was a favorite hiding place for the scum of the galaxy. Once in a while a Starfleet vessel would drift by, and use the Carcass for target practice. The Starfleet ship knew full well that there were smugglers, or other criminal types, and their families, inside the thing. But the outside hull of the Carcass was impervious to any phaser attack. And it was Starfleet’s way of telling the criminal element that took up residence that they didn’t care they were inside the thing.

Another reason Starfleet didn’t try to come inside the Carcass was pure dread. Ruthless types of all kinds lived inside the Carcass. It was like a floating city in space for those who treaded on the wrong side of society. There were humans, Klingons, Feringi, Pakleds, and dozens of other species represented. If there was one true constant in the galaxy it was the ability for any life form to enter into a life of crime. And through a life of crime, interesting friendships were made. There was the case of the Klingon who had befriended a Tribble pirate named Zubby. For a modest sum the two had a network of associates that would provide ‘protection’ for anyone who needed it while living inside the Carcass. Sharv paid for the protection for both he and Mitch. Sharv was the wealthy son of weathly seven parents. Credits were never an obstacle for Sharv to obtain.

The Civil War actually helped the conditions on the Carcass to flourish. There was little ‘law enforcement’ during the War, thus the criminal element ramped up their activities. Robberies, kidnapping, murder, rape, and all types of illegal trade boomed during the War. And with conditions ripe for the War to rekindle? Why not make a living by existing in the so called ‘underworld’ of a civilized age.

Sharv paid a handsome sum to park his craft at the docking port that ringed the huge mouth of the Carcass. Before entering the large ‘city’ inside the maw, Sharv used his parlor tricks to change Mitch’s appearance. Mitch was rather innocent looking, not the way you wanted to look when living among criminals. All it took was a fake goatee, new tattered clothing, and a busted tooth to show during a smile, to make Mitch ‘passable’.

The radiation that was a by product of the machines destruction was manageable. Starfleet had drained most of it away, but some of the radiation remained. Nearly fifty thousand beings lived inside the machine’s large inner area. For a modest price a person could by anti-radiation hypos to suppress the effects of the radiation.

Mitch and Sharv were huddled around a small fire. It kept them moderately warm.

“I can’t live like this.” Mitch said softly, as he chewed on a fried rat. Fried rats were actually on the upper level of the food available to consume in the Carcass.

Sharv smiled. “Yes you can. There’s a Horta somewhere on this thing that has been here for nearly one hundred years. And that guy over there,” he motioned toward a Gorn who was sleeping, leaned up against the wall of the Carcass, “he’s been here almost just as long.”

Mitch squinted for a better view, “Because he’s dead.”

“Nah, he just sleeps for about six months at a time.” Sharv replied. “Look, you just have to stick this out until we can figure out what to do. The hardest part is the reward.” Sharv said as he too nibbled on a fried rat.

“What reward?” Mitch asked.

Sharv pulled out a portable com unit. On the small screen was an image of Mitch. Mitch took the com unit and read the small print below the image. (This fugitive is wanted, dead or alive. He is to be considered armed and dangerous. There will be a larger reward for his capture alive. A modest one if he is dead.)

Mitch gulped. “Umm, this is terrible.”

Sharv took the com unit back and put back inside his pocket. “Don’t worry, most the people here on the Carcass are wanted as well.” Then he spoke softly. “But some wouldn’t think twice about trading your life for a pardon.”

Mitch eyed his friend. “I hope you’re not one of them.”

The Andorian’s left antenna dipped a little. “Me? I’m your good friend Sharv. Besides,” he said with a smile, “they wouldn’t pardon me even if I brought back Zordon of the Januk Massacre.”

“Who the hell is that?” Mitch asked innocently.

Sharv’s voice turned serious. “Zordon? He was a Vorta, and is most likely dead by now. But nearly fifty years ago he and his men raided a village on a small planet deep inside Cardassian space. They slaughtered nearly five hundred Cardassian men, women and children.”

“A Vorta?” Mitch said with a smirk. “No way, I could never picture a Vorta being some kind of mass murdered.”

Sharv shot him an irked look. “If I’m lying I’m dieing.”

They continued to eat their fried rats. Mitch thought about what would come of this new life of his. Was there ever a chance he could get back to his family and back to the life he once lived? Was he doomed to live the rest of his life on the run, with the likes of Sharv, eating food like fried rats? He hoped not.

Mitch often thought about his family. His mother had been killed right before his eyes. His younger sister, Ginny, had been taken by Uncle Mathew for medical treatment far into Romulan space. His innocent life with this family seemed like it happen eons ago. He wanted it back. But, for now, being a fugitive was his best way of staying alive. Someone was trying to use him to get to Mathew. Mitch had to find away to contact Uncle Mat to let him know.

Sitting and hiding wasn’t the way to solve problems. So Mitch came up with a plan. Later on, while Sharv was asleep, Mitch would sneak back to Sharv’s small two man craft, and steal it. He would repay his friend someday. The plan had many unknown factors, but Mitch had made his mind up. It was time to stop hiding, and time to start making a stand.

CONTINUED

 

[Mistral]

Re: The Weer Family #04

Fried rats-mmmmmmmm......

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #05

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#05

What A Find Dish You Have Brought Me

Featuring
Aunt Beth
Ramada Weer
Lawrence Weer
Ginny Weer

With
Jared Kane
Landis Kane
Rolanz

With special guests
Minister Odo
Jake Sisko

PLANET DROAHNA

The dining room table inside the Weer family estate was crammed with all kinds of foods. There were dishes from Earth, from Bajor, and even some blood pie, the recipe had come from of K’ot’FAQ’s father. Beth was in her element now; hosting a dinner. Ramada was shining as well, her young features fitted the nice dress perfectly; well, almost perfectly at least.

Earlier in the day they bought some fine dinner ware at the local store. Jared Kane, the store owner, had them special ordered for Beth. It was hand crafted by another resident of Droahna.

Beth had also made sure that the children helped straighten up the house. It was an honor to have the highest government official in the New Dominion, Odo, as a dinner guest. Odo had brought a companion who was visiting Odo at the time. The visitor was a handsome young man from Earth, Jake Sisko. Apparently he was an accomplished poet and author. In fact Ginny’s class was reading one of Sisko’s books as an assignment. It was the diary that a much younger Jake Sisko maintained while he observed the Dominion War on space station Deep Space Nine. Also joining them for dinner were Jared Kane and his son Landis. Landis was obviously enamored with Ramada, and who could blame him. She was beautiful and innocent as well!

The Weers, and their guests, all sat around the table. Odo sat at one head of the table. Two his right was Jake, next to him sat Jared Kane, then Beth at the other head of the table. Next to her sat Ramada and then Lawrence and finally Ginny, who sat next to Odo.

Beth had spent all day cooking the various plates from scratch. One by one they all took their seats, having engaged in small talk in the other room for nearly twenty minutes before the meal was ready.

“This feast looks incredible Beth.” Odo said from his side of the table. Being a shape-shifter, Odo didn’t have to eat. But he did from time to time. He had developed a fondness for the different tastes and textures food.

“Thank you Mister Odo.” Beth said with a shy smile.

“The ham looks a little over done.” Jared, the aged owner of the supply store said. He was feisty, that one, Beth thought to herself.

Jared’s son, Landis, shot him a glare. “Please father. Beth and Ramada have gone through great lengths to make us this wonderful dinner.”

Beth handed Jake Sisko the plate of butter for his biscuits. “Thank you,” Jake said, “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a few years. And these yams look real good.”

Ramada, who was making goo goo eyes at Landis, chimed in, “We grow them ourselves Mister Sisko.”

At that moment Ginny cut in. “So what was it like being a terrorist?” She directed her question, and obvious excitement at meeting the famous author, at Jake.

Jake smiled back at her. “I wouldn’t exactly have called my self a terrorist, but to answer your question,” he paused for a section, “it was fun!” Jake Sisko had a warm smile, as warm as his father’s. Beth remembered, as a child, reading about the Dominion War. It had happened nearly sixty years in the past. But the memories of that war, and the loss, were still recent in Federation, and New Dominion, shared histories.

Jared cut in again. “I think the mashed potatoes could have used another five minutes.”

The rest of the dinner was sprinkled with all kinds of conversations. Beth watched as Ramada, Ginny and Lawrence all enjoyed the company. It had been some time since the three of them had good times to remember. They had endured much in the past couple years.

With dinner soon completed they all moved to the large living room. Jake was entertaining Ginny, Lawrence and Jared with his fine Jazz style piano play.

Ramada and Landis had stepped out on to the porch to share some time together away from all the noise. Odo and Beth were in the kitchen. The simpler life also meant simpler ways of cleaning dishes. They had yet to receive the refuse disintegrator they had ordered, so the dishes had to be manually rinsed off and placed into the old style dish washer.

There was a stack of dishes, and one by one Beth submerged them into the water and then handed them to Odo. To think, Beth thought to her self, one of the most important figures in interstellar space politics was helping her do the dishes. And, from the look of it, Odo enjoyed helping her.

“You really shouldn’t be doing this Minister Odo.” Beth said with a slight giggle.

“Please call me Odo.” He replied with his gruff voice. “And I actually quite enjoy doing simple things like this. The Great Link sometimes lacks this kind of one on one memory.”

“I am so glad you were able to come to dinner tonight.” She said after a brief pause. “The kids really seemed to enjoy your company and the others as well. What is it like being an interstellar government official?”

Odo smiled. “Well, it does have many aspects I do like. It allows me to make sure the administration of the New Dominion is done in an orderly way.” Then he paused, as if reflecting back on past memories, “But, then again, I do miss aspects of my life from the past. One of my more interesting memories, in fact, is arresting one Mathew Weer for smuggling illegal contraband aboard Deep Space Nine many, many years ago.”

Beth giggled as she handed Odo another plate to put into the machine. “Mathew Weer was a smuggler?”

Odo nodded. “Romulan ale was his only vice. Luckily for him, Romulan ale was also a favorite among one of the more powerful Bajoran Vediks I had dealings with. So, you might say, I borrowed some from Mathew, laundered it through the resident dealer, a Feringi named Quark, down the Vedik on Bajor. It was a small price to pay for freedom I suppose.”

“You extorted Romulan ale from Mathew Weer?” Beth said with more of laugh. “For that, you have gone up several places in my respectability chart. That man is a scoundrel.”

They both shared laughs and memories. When, finally, Jared Kane came into the kitchen.

“Well,” the older man said, “I guess my son and I will be heading back to town Ms. Hawkins. Aside from the undercooked potatoes, the meal was above average.” He waved goodbye to the two and headed back into the living room and then stepped out into the night air.

Odo shook his head. “I have known Mr. Kane for nearly ten years now. He never seems to change. I’m sorry if he offended you.”

Beth shook off the remark, “I like him a lot. He reminds me of my own grandfather. The older they get just seems the more you adapt and appreciate their complaining.”

The Founder knew that Beth was putting off signals of interest in him. It had been a long time, a very long time, since he had engaged in any form of intimate relations. Kira had been dead for nearly thirty years, and the pain was still there in his heart, even though he didn’t have a heart. But he did like Beth Hawkins. Her raw, human elements appealed to him as much as Kira’s Bajoran lore did. Odo was about to make the first move when the old codger, Jared, came back into the house looking worried.

“That son of mine has taken off in the speeder with that girl of yours’.” Jared said with a little anger.

“I’m sure they will be right back.” Beth said, trying to calm him. “She probably wanted to show Landis the new wooden fence she and Lawrence painted earlier today.”

Beth could have been no more wrong if she had tried.

Ramada was slumped over in the seat as the speeder Landis was driving came to a stop near a small, boxy looking, space freighter. Rolanz, the Betazed who was Landis’s contact with the Orion Ring, waited patiently by the open bay doors.

“Good timing.” Rolanz said. He was dressed in all dark clothing, with a pair of binoculars around his neck.

Rolanz snapped his fingers and two Tellarites, who were no more than hired hands, came out and placed Ramada on a portable cot. They carried her into the freighter, as Rolanz and Landis followed them into the holding bay of the craft.

Landis stood with Rolanz as the freighter took off. The engines were heavily muffled to mask the noise. Landis and Rolanz watched as the land-speeder grew smaller in the distance as the freighter climbed in height in the night time sky.

“So what happens now? Are you sure the Orion Ring will make it look like she and I were attacked?” Landis asked.

Rolanz nodded. “Everything has been taken care of.”

“So when and how do I receive payment for my side of the deal? The art school begins classes in less than two months.” Landis asked naively.

“When will you receive payment? The answer is now.” Rolanz said. “Oh, and as for the how of the equation?”

In one swift motion Rolanz shoved Landis out of the bay door. Rolanz watched as Landis’s body fell toward the ground below. Rolanz put the binoculars to his eyes and watched as the young human’s body splattered against the hard hillside below.

“Consider payment made,” he laughed as he spoke to himself, “in full!”

The Betazed closed the bay door and then turned to face his prize; Ramada. She was as beautiful as any woman in the galaxy. Her innocent charm would help sell much Holo-porn merchandise for years to come. The two Tellerites also eyed her, but with obvious desire in their eyes. But she was to be untouched until delivery was made to Rolanz’s employer; Holcomb.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #06

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#06

“Holcomb”

Featuring
Ramada Weer
Mathew Weer
Mitch Weer
Sharv

And introducing
Holcomb




Ramada Weer had her eyes closed. She could hear no sound around her. The last thing she remembered was leaving the dinner party with Landis in his land-speeder. She opened her eyes to see where she was.

She was lying in an absolutely comfortable bed, with velvet blankets and satin sheets. The room was just as lovely, with several vases of flowers arranged on beautifully hand carved furniture that filled the room. There were also several different arrangements of fruit, obviously there for her feed on at her desire. It was as if she had died and gone to heaven. She sat up in the bed and stretched her arms out as she battled the urge to go back to sleep, swallowed by the warm blankets.

At that moment the door opened and a beautiful woman came in holding a robe. The woman spoke to Ramada.

“Madam, your bath is ready.” The woman said, as she held open the robe.

Ramada, totally nude, stepped out of the bed and let the woman wrap the robe around her body. It too was made of the finest materials. Ramada didn’t care how it happened, or why, but she loved where she was. It was pure heaven.

What she didn’t know was that it was all a holodeck illusion, and that she was being watched by a man. He sat all alone in a darkened room, watching Ramada enjoy her illusion. His name was Holcomb. Suddenly a signal came.

“I asked not to be disturbed.” Holcomb replied in a deep, but smooth voice.

“Yes sir,” the voice from the com unit replied, “however you wanted to be informed of Weer’s arrival on Earth.”

“Yes, very well.” Holcomb replied.

Holcomb watched as Ramada stepped out of her robe and into the bath that had been prepared for her. The young woman was as beautiful as promised. She was like a flower, and she was ready to bloom for the first time.

--
Mathew Weer set the Tempest down next to the old home back on Earth, in old Montana. He had not been back since the day he had convinced his brother, and his brother’s family, to leave earth in the midst of the Civil War.

Mathew walked around the old home. It had been smashed destroyed during the war, or so Mathew Weer had thought. Moments before Dirk Peasely died, he mentioned whispered a name to Mathews; Holcomb. The name, at first, had no meaning to Mathew Weer, but he had heard that name before. And he was sure the answer was somewhere deep in his parent’s past. He headed to Earth as fast he could, knowing that everyday he spent tracking down answers was another day Mitch spent on the run.

The old house had been smashed from an attack from the sky, that much was certain. Mat noticed foot prints in the dirt ground that surrounded the house. Mitch had been back here himself, Mat remembered hearing. But these foot prints were made recently, perhaps in the past two days or so, Mat surmised. Someone else was here looking for clues as well.

Mat entered the smashed home. The walls had been crushed down, and debris was strewn everywhere. The smell of animal feces was in the air. No doubt the local wild life had used the wrecked building as shelter from the rain and snow and heat of the past summer.

The stairway was surprisingly undamaged, beyond a cracked stair or burnt wall. Mat climbed the stairs slowly. He took out his old reliable; an old hand gun his grandfather had passed down to him. It was old, but it was deadly. And, it just looked more imposing than a silly hand phaser.

At that moment he heard the sound of another craft approaching the house. He ran back to the opening, but ducked down behind a wall to conceal his position. He reached behind his back and pulled out the phaser rifle he had also brought for protection. This rifle had gotten Mathew out of many scrapes due to its power, and accuracy.

The small craft landed right next to the Tempest. In moments two occupants came out of the strange looking craft. One of them Mat recognized immediately. It was his nephew Mitch. The stranger was an Andorian.

“Uncle Mathew,” Mitch called out, “are you here?”

Mat stood up, still holding his hand gun aimed at the two as they came closer to the house.

“Who is the Andorian?" Mat asked quickly.

Mitch motioned to Mat to lower his weapon. “He is a friend.” Mitch said with a smile. “In fact, he tells me that you and two of his mothers once had an affair.”

Mitch aimed the gun even with more determination. “That is a lie.” Mat said quickly.

Mitch looked to Sharv. Sharv nodded.

“Your Uncle is correct. What I told you was a lie.” Sharv said quietly.

Mathew looked to Mitch. “How did you know I would be here?”

Mitch answered. “I received the coded message you sent about a week ago to meet you hear. I remembered the code when you taught it to me when I was five or six. Even Sharv here found the way you masked the signal original. You didn’t think I would remember did you.”

Mathew shook his head. “No, I didn’t think you would.” He shifted his gaze to Sharv. “You, Andorian, have twenty seconds to tell me who you are and why you lied about knowing me.” Mathew demanded.

Sharv’s demeanor was very serious now. “I am so sorry for lying to you Mitch. But I was forced too. They have my mothers and my two younger sister’s hostage, and told me they would kill them unless…”

Another voice responded from the com unit that Sharv held.

“I would kill them unless he brought you,” the voice said, “to me.”

Mitch was scared to death. The whole situation had just turned upside down, and Uncle Mat was as calm and collected as ever.

“And who are you?” Mat asked, he already knew the answer.

There was a pause, and then “My name is Holcomb.” The voice replied.


CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #07

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

WARNING!!! THIS EPISODE IS RATED R FOR SEXUAL CONTENT

#07

“New Life”

Featuring:

Mathew Weer
Ramada Weer
Mitch Weer
Sharv
Rolanz

and the voice of
Holcomb

PREVIOUSLY

(Sharv’s demeanor was very serious now. “I am so sorry for lying to you Mitch. But I was forced too. They have my mothers and my two younger sister’s hostage, and told me they would kill them unless…”

Another voice responded from the com unit that Sharv held.

“I would kill them unless he brought you,” the voice said, “to me.”

Mitch was scared to death. The whole situation had just turned upside down, and Uncle Mat was as calm and collected as ever.

“And who are you?” Mat asked, he already knew the answer.

There was a pause, and then “My name is Holcomb.” The voice replied.)


OUR STORY CONTINUES

Mathew continued to aim the gun at Sharv. Mathew spoke to the unseen voice from Sharv’s com unit. “You have gone through a lot of effort to lure me here Mr. Holcomb. Framing my nephew, killing my sister-in-law Mary. Why?”

Holcomb’s voice responded. “The death of Mary Weer was not intended. The man who killed her was sent by Dirk Peasely to apprehend your nephew for my purposes. When your nephew made a threatening gesture, she was gunned down.”

Mat wasted no time to respond. “I won’t make that distinction when I kill that hired gun, and you, who ever you are.”

Holcomb’s voice laughed. “You probably would if you had the chance. But I am no fool Mr. Weer. I will not give you that opportunity. Mr. Sharv, please give Mr. Weer your com unit.”

The Andorian, Sharv, tossed the com unit over to Mathew. Mathew handed the gun to Mitch who continued to aim it at Sharv.

“Do you have the com unit?” Holcomb asked.

“Yes, I do.” Mathew said. “Now show me your face.”

“No, I don’t think so, Weer. However, I will show you something that you will find more interesting I dare say.” Holcomb replied.

The screen on the com-unit came to life. It was live footage of some woman taking a bath. The screen zoomed in closer on her face. It was Ramada Weer.

“What is this?” Mathew demanded.

There was a pause before Mathew demanded, again, “What is this?”

“That is exactly what it appears to be.” Holcomb replied calmly. “Your niece is in my care, living out her fantasy. She believes she is being taken care of at some fancy resort planet. But she is actually here with me, in the next room. And, for now, she will be well taken care of. That could change unless…” Holcomb let the words fade off.

“Unless what?” Mathew demanded.

Holcomb replied, “Perhaps this will jog your memory; The Orb of New life.”

It did indeed mean a great deal to Mathew Weer. “What about it.”

“I want you to bring it to me.” Holcomb said softly. “Once that is done, I shall let your niece, and Sharv’s family I might add, go.”

“How do you know about the Orb of New life?” Mathew asked, practically demanding.

“How I know is not important Mr. Weer.” There was a pause. “Your bringing it to me is. Suffice to say, I have you right were I want you Mr. Weer. And since only two other souls know how and where to find it besides you, I trust you will, in fact you will have to, enlist their help on this quest.”

“What is he talking about Uncle Mat? What is the Orb of New Life?”

“Quiet boy!” Mathew said to Mitch. “I don’t know what you intend to do with the Orb, nor do I care,” Mat said into the com unit, “but what you ask is practically impossible. And if you know as much as you seem to know, then this is something you must know as well.”

“I didn’t say it would be easy Mr. Weer.” Holcomb said. “But if anyone can make the impossible happen it is one Mathew Scott Weer. You have two months from this day to find the Orb of New life, and put it into my hands.” Holcomb said, then paused, “If not, then I am afraid my two friends here,” the images changed to show to very lust driven Tellarites watching the imagery of Ramada bathing, “are going to become overcome by their primitive mating drive rituals.”

The signal went dead.

--

Holcomb sat behind a desk that had a screen that displayed Ramada taking a bath. He pushed a button that changes the screen’s display to that of a man.

“I trust you heard the exchange?” Holcomb asked the man.

“Yes I did. Once you get the Orb you will give it to me. And then you will receive the other half of your payment.” The man said.

Holcomb smiled. “Do not worry, my friend. Mathew Weer will do anything it takes to save his family, even if it means selling his soul. You will have your precious Orb, just as we agreed.” Holcomb said with determination.

The man on the screen smiled. Even though they were not in the same room, Holcomb sensed pure evil from this man. There was just pure and unfiltered evil that radiated from the man’s eyes. It was almost as evil as the force inside of Holcomb.

“Then, I will meet you at the designated place to take possession of the Orb of New Life.” The man said. The man named Jake Sisko.

--

Jake Sisko was in his old room on DS9. He broke off the signal with Holcomb and walked over to the small sink. He stared at his aged face. At that moment his eyes began to glow red. Kosst Amojan, who had left a small residual inside of Jake all those years ago, was ready to act. The Orb of New Life, one of the three black Orbs never recovered by the Bajorans, would be his tool.

--
Holcomb, satisfied that all progressed as he had planned, looked up to Rolanz, who had been standing there the entire time, unseen by Jake.

“What did you get from him?” Holcomb asked.

Rolanz spoke. “Pure evil resides in that man. Unleashing the power he wants to release could spell doom for Bajor.”

“Who cares.” Holcomb said. “And besides, it will not happen as he believes it will. There are three black Orbs, and I already have possession of two of them. Once Weer brings me the third, then I will have the complete set.”

Rolanz look puzzled. “So you plan to double cross Sisko, what will that get you?”

Holcomb smiled. “Everything.”

Suddenly Holcomb’s eyes glowed red, and Rolanz became a solid beam of light and was gone. He switched the screen back to Ramada. The evil inside of him became aroused. Taking her innocence would tame the rage. Holcomb stood up and entered the other room where Ramada bathed.

Ramada looked up at the female (Holcomb actually) entered the large bathing area.

“Hello.” Ramada said. “This bath is wonderful. But I’m done now. Where exactly am I?”

The other woman, who sat down on the ledge of the bath, just smiled. “Does it really matter? Just enjoy this place, and everything will seem wonderful, not just a bath.”

She leaned down and kissed Ramada on the lips. Holcomb was surprised that the young girl seemed to enjoy the kiss just as much. It was just a start. The rage inside Holcomb would not be satisfied by soft kisses. Holcomb’s existence came to be in a violent way. As the female version of Holcomb kissed Ramada Weer, she slid her hand up Ramada’s back and took the young woman’s hair into her hand and slowly grasped it into her hand.

“You’re hurting me.” Ramada said, still kissing Holcomb with passion.

“I know.” Holcomb smiled back. “I know.”

CONTINUED

NEXT TIME...Mathew and Mitch Weer finally come home to Droanha with the unfortunate news of Ramada's capture. As Mathew seeks help from none other than Odo, K'ot'FAQ arrives to assist in the rescue of Ramada.

Plus...Lawrence Weer comes to the help of a special friend...


Be here...Aloha!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: The Weer Family #08

STAR TREK
The Weer Family

#08

“Reunion”

Featuring
Aunt Beth
Lawrence Weer
Ginny Weer
Mathew Weer
Mitch Weer

With guest stars
Sharv
K’ot’FAQ
K’Vulgh
Minister Odo




Planet Droanha
A Klingon Negh’Var warship was in stationary orbit of the planet.


K’ot’FAQ, stood with his father K’Vulgh, in the main living area of the Weer home. Beth offered the two of them freshly brewed raktajino. Even though she had asked them twice, the Klingons would not sit down on the furniture.

“Your family seems to have much turmoil.” K’Vulgh said with a very harsh voice. “You are Klingons in spirit!” He slurped down a mouth full of raktajino as he spoke.

“What Tah-Keck did this?” K’ot’FAQ demanded.

Beth really had no answers accept for what she knew. “We don’t know. Apparently they were attacked by smugglers, and they took her and killed a local resident name Jared Kane. Minister Odo is seeing to the investigation himself. He used to be some kind of law officer years ago on Deep Space Nine.”

K’Vulgh nodded in approval. “Yes, he was. His actions, or in actions, were not always looked upon in favor by the High Council.” K’Vulgh guzzled down more of the drink, “He is respected though. I have imformed Minister Odo that we are here at his disposal.”

“You don’t have to do this.” Beth said graciously.

K’Vulgh looked offended. “Anyone who attacks a friend of my family will feel my wrath. Besides,” K’Vulgh said more softly, “my son demanded it.”

It was clear to Beth what the meaning was. K’Vulgh’s son, K’ot’FAQ, still had his eye on Ramada. But Beth also knew that the Klingons were genuinely trying to help the situation. As for Odo?

Beth smiled, and understood. It would appear as if Odo had angered the Klingon Empire in the past, but also earned their respect in the process. She found that humorous. At that moment Ginny and Lawrence came running into the house.

“Aunt Beth,” Ginny said excitedly, “Uncle Mathew and Mitch are here!”

“And Minister Odo’s ship is landing outside the front yard too.” Lawrence added.

Beth and her two Klingon guests followed the two children out the front door. Sure enough, Odo’s craft was coming to a rest just outside the yard area. And just beyond the ship were three people on horse back. Beth could see Mathew and Mitch, and with them was an Andorian. The horses were the most magnificent Beth had seen since they had arrived on the planet. Two of them were pure black; the other was a coffee dark brown.

It had been sometime since they had seen Mat, and even longer since they had seen Mitch. Mat had briefly been by when he brought Ginny back from Romulan space, having found a cure for her ailment. Mitch had been taken into custody on the very day Mary, his mother, Beth’s younger sister, had been killed. That had happened over a year and a half ago.

Ginny and Lawrence were very happy to see their brother, and their uncle. Beth noticed that Mitch had matured much since she had last seen him ten years earlier. And Mat was as tall and as gruff as she remembered, just with a tint of gray hair. Mat was very tall, six foot five inches, as she recalled being told. Beth found it amazing that Mat still dressed in the primitive garb worn by Native Americans centuries and centuries ago. Hand made animal skin outfits were actually outlawed by the Federation. But somehow no one had ever had the nerve to tell Mat that fact.

Mathew Weer shook arms warms with K’Vulgh. Apparently the two had known each other from some past event, which didn’t surprise Beth at all. It seemed like everyone knew of Mathew Weer; from Odo, to the Romulans and now the Klingons. But, as Beth concluded, knowing as many people also meant that many of those same people could have become enemies over time.

Odo joined the small group as well. Mitch had Ginny up on his shoulders, and Lawrence was busy mock fighting with K’ot’FAQ. The disappearance of Ramada was very serious, but everyone once in a while there needed to be a stress-free moment. The Klingons didn’t shake Odo’s arm, but they definitely held him in high regard. They gave each other respectful nods of their heads.

Beth noticed that the Andorian did not climb down from his horse. He seemed like an outsider, and Beth wondered why. Beth walked over to the small reunion going on.

“Who is your friend?” She asked Mat and Mitch.

“A friend.” Mat said. “We have much to talk about.” Mat said to Beth. His voice hinting that he’d rather talk about it later. “But mark my words; Ramada is going to come home. I swear it.”

“Hello man.” Sharv said from his horse.

Mitch looked to Sharv. “Get off that horse Sharv. I want you to meet my sister and brother.”

Sharv climbed down and joined Mitch.

The group headed for the house, where they could unwind from the excitement. Mathew and Odo lingered behind at a slower pace. Mat spoke softly to Odo.

“Someone by the name of Holcomb knows about the Orb of New Life.” Mat said.

Odo looked to him, concerned. “Only three of us, myself, you and…”

Mat cut him off. “I know. Unless I can get the Orb to this Holcomb, he’s going to Ramada.”

Odo shook his head. “You’re going to have to go inside of the wormhole and make contact.”

Mathew nodded his head. “It is the only way.” Mathew said softly. “But we need to figure out who else knew besides the three of us.”

Odo stopped in mid-stride. “Wait a moment.” Odo said suddenly.

Mat stopped and turned to him. “What? What’s wrong, what is it?”

Odo made sure the rest of the group was out of range to hear what he had to say. “Jake Sisko was here about two weeks ago. I hadn’t seen him in nearly ten years, but he seemed overly inquisitive about old memories I had of his father.”

Mat nodded. “That is interesting. But this Holcomb character didn’t sound a thing like Jake. But it doesn’t mean they’re not connected in someway. Perhaps we should tell Jake what we know.”

Odo shook his head. “Absolutely not Mat.” Odo said. “The Emissary, Benjamin Sisko, made us both swear we would not reveal what we knew; not even to Jake or my late wife Kira, or even Kassidy.”

“I know,” Mat said in agreement. “Do you think Ben will help?”

The shape-shifter thought for a moment. “Captain Sisko, the man I used to know, would with out hesitation. The Emissary? That is hard to know. I will come with you, because if I don’t, you might start a war with the wormhole aliens, and that is something no one will benefit from.”

Mat smiled. “I knew I could count on you Odo.”

The two old friends headed toward the house.

--

Planet Eny’th; Deep inside Romulan territory.

The planet elders were at a loss. Once a year, during the summer months, a hunting party would go to the Shinatya valley for the annual hunt. Fifty of the bravest young men would be away from the main village for nearly four months tracking, and then herding, enough Uumbas (think Cows, but twice as large) to feed the village for the entire winter.

Because the use of modern technology was against Eny’th law, it was forbidden to use any other method but riding Tyaks (think Horses, but even faster, and man-eaters, if not tamed) bareback to herd the Ummbas. The hunting party returned this day with only a dozen of the Ummbas. It normally took a herd two hundred to feed the village for the length of winder. And because the Ummbas were their chief food supply, and source of protein, it meant the Eny’ths (a cousin race to the Romulans), and more importantly, the small children would have to endure the hardship of starving, and the loss of milk to given the smallest of their village.

For that reason R’anvul, the village mentor, leader for lack of a better word, had sent an emergency signal. Usually the Eny’ths did not believe in communication with the rest of the galaxy. But the elders decided that they needed someone special to track the Ummbas, and bring back enough of the animal to provide for the village. The human named Mathew Weer was such a being. The elders recalled Weer telling them he had illegally helped other worlds with the herding of their animals. The Federation had banned the herding of animals. But other non-Federation worlds, Eny’th being one of them, still believed in the practice, and would not use any modern technology to accomplish the task. They had recently saved Mathew’s niece from death, and knew the human would help them even if it meant risking his life to come to Eny’th and take charge of the herd party. But with the winter months nearing, it was the only way stay true to their ways. And unless a herd of Ummbas were rounded up and brought to the main village, many Eny’ths, mostly women and children, would die from starvation.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #09: "Lawrence"

STAR TREK
The Weer Family

(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#9

“Lawrence”

FEATURING
Lawrence Weer


INTRODUCING
Timothy Clements
Lydia Clements
David Larkin
Kari-ann Norris
Trina Horn
And
Harris McCord

WITH AN APPEARANCE BY
Aunt Beth



Lawrence Weer had seen much in his young life. Though only sixteen years old, he had already endured the lost of both parents. But through all of that, he was starting to become his own person.

The Weer land covered one hundred and fifty acres. That was a lot of land, to be sure. But it was Uncle Mat’s plan to eventually settle down here and raise horses for sale. Travel by horse back was the preferred method on Droanha. Some people used land-speeders, but not Lawrence. He was old enough to drive one, and knew how, but he preferred to ride the new horses that Uncle Mat had brought to the ranch a couple days previously.

Lawrence was riding along the wooden fence that acted at a property line. It surrounded the entire Weer estate. He and his twin sister had helped build it, along with Ginny and hired hands that Mat had contracted with. It was one of Lawrence’s chores to ride the entire line of the fence everyday to make sure it was still standing. It was also good alone time for him. He worried very much for his sister Ramada. She had been kidnapped a couple weeks back, and her good friend Landis Kane was killed during the attack. Although Lawrence was worried, there was nothing he could really do but wait. Besides, he thought to himself, with a ship of Klingons, Mitch, his friend Sharv, Minister Odo and Uncle Mat all involved with finding Ramada, Lawrence was sure they would bring her back. Uncle Mat’s ruthlessness was somewhat of an unspoken truth in the family. Lawrence was pretty sure his Uncle would not only find who had Ramada; but he would also kill who ever this person was. And that death would not be pleasant.

Lawrence was at the farthest part of the Weer estate when he suddenly saw a ball rolling down the small hill that was near the property line. It was an old style soccer ball, not one of the newer laser-guided ones most kids grew up with. A boy, near his age, was chasing after it. Lawrence recognized the boy. They both went to school together. His name was Timothy Clements. Lawrence had seen some of the other kids making fun of Timothy. Timothy was a bit slower than most, but from what Lawrence could tell, he was friendly enough. But no one at the school liked to hang around him. Lawrence had been brought up better than that, and so he decided to make a new friend today.

“Hello there,” Lawrence said atop his horse.

Timothy picked up the ball. “Hi,’ Timothy replied, “would you like to play?” Timothy asked. “There is a pretty good sized field on the other side of this hill.”

Lawrence got off the horse. “Sure, why not.”

Lawrence tied the horse up to the gate, and followed Timothy up and over the hill. He tapped the small com unit on his belt.

“Aunt Beth?” Lawrence said.

“What is it Lawrence?” Beth’s voice answered.

“I’m playing ball with a friend of mine from school over here at the end of the west side.”

“Okay,” Beth’s voice replied, knowing that the sixteen year old needed to have friends in these stressful times. “Just check in every hour or so.”

“Okay, thanks.” He replied.

And with that done, the two schoolmates headed up and over the hill and kicked the soccer ball around. A couple hours later they were tiring when Timothy’s mom, on horse back, rode up to the two boys as they were chasing after the ball and laughing up a storm. Her name was Lydia, and she was happy to her son making a new friend.

“Time to come home Timothy.” She said to her son.

“Aw shucks mom,” Timothy said, “can’t we just play a little while longer?”

She shook her head. “No, you know the sun is going to set soon. But if your young friend wants to, maybe he can join us for dinner tonight.”

Timothy looked to Lawrence. “Please say you’ll come.” Timothy asked.

Lawrence nodded. “Sure, let me get my horse and make sure it’s okay that I can come.”

Timothy got on his own horse and followed after Lawrence, Lydia followed as well. She was impressed with the nice horse that Lawrence mounted.

“You must be one of the Weers.” Lydia said, noticing the land beyond Lawrence.

“Yes ma’am,” Timothy said, “my name is Lawrence.”

Timothy seemed star struck. “Are you related to Mathew Weer?”

“He’s my uncle.” Lawrence replied.

“Wow. A lot of people town really seem to like your uncle. He is some what of a celebrity.” Timothy was smiling ear to ear.

“Forgive Timothy, Lawrence,” Lydia said with a smile, “but we don’t get much visitors out this way. And we would really be thrilled to have you over for dinner.”

Lawrence got permission from Aunt Beth to go with the Clements for dinner. Beth even gave him permission, after being urged to ask by Timothy, to stay for a couple days since the ride was nearly twenty miles away.
--
Nearly an hour or so later they arrived at the Clements property. It was situated on a plot of land, and off in the distance were three or four other homes.

“Those are our neighbors.” Timothy said. “For the most part they are nice.”

“For the most part?” Lawrence asked.

“Well,” Lydia replied, “a couple of the boys who live in those homes love to pester Timothy. Sometimes they can be quite cruel with their taunts.” Lydia said softly.

In moments they settled their horses down in the small barn.

“Dinner is going to take another half hour to finish.” She told them. “There is still some daylight. Go ahead a do what you want. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

“Okay mom.” Timothy replied. “I’ll take him down to the pond.”

“Don’t get wet.” She replied as she headed inside to cook.

“Come on.” Timothy said to Lawrence. “I’ll race you.”

Lawrence followed Timothy as best he could. For a kid who was supposed to be ‘slow’, Timothy could run pretty fast. They ended up a good size pond. For a short while they competed to see who could skip rocks the furthest across the pond. Suddenly they heard voices coming.

“Do you recognize them?” Lawrence asked.

Two horses, each carrying a girl and a boy, came from the main path.

“Yes I do.” Timothy said softly. “The boy on the white horse is named David Larkin. The girl with him is his girl friend Kari-ann. They’re okay.” Timothy said.

He paused then continued. “The boy on the gray horse is named Harris McCord. He is an asshole. Always got something to prove. His girlfriend is named Trina Horn. She used to be friends of mine when we were younger. Now she wouldn’t give me the time of day if I asked.”

Lawrence could tell right away that these other teenagers were going to be a problem. He had been taught at a young age to try to get along. But Uncle Mathew also told him to always stand his ground, and not show weakness. That strategy had gotten Lawrence in trouble in the past. Mary, his late mother, had on more than one occasion, come to a principle’s office to bail Lawrence out of trouble. She did not like the kind of influence Mathew had on Lawrence, but Lawrence was. He wanted to strong like his father and his uncle.

The two horses stopped near Lawrence and Timothy. David Larkin, who was average sized, and Harris, the more imposing of the two, both slid of their horses and walked over.

“Timothy,” Harris said, totally ignoring Lawrence. “Don’t you have a curfew retard?”

Lawrence wanted to just deck the guy, but he didn’t know if she should. Timothy had to stick up for him self.

“No. My mom said we could play here for awhile until dinner time.” Timothy answered, with his head bowed down, not daring to make contact with Harris.

“Well,” Harris said, “we want to hang out here for awhile. So you and your friend,” Harris said, for a moment he looked at Lawrence, “go ahead and run off.”

“Umm,” Timothy said, “okay Harris. Sorry if we were in the way.”

Timothy started to head back when Lawrence put his hand up to his chest and stopped him. “Hold it Timothy.” Lawrence said. He turned to face Harris. “We will go when his mother calls for us.” Lawrence was not intimidated at all.

Harris stepped right up to Lawrence.

“You must be new here.” Harris said with a smile, but with a glare in his eyes. “But around here,” he motioned with his hand as if the whole planet was his, “my family pretty much runs this place. My father has seen to it that these people have land,” he motioned to Timothy, “by his good graciousness. But make no mistake, friend, this land is my father’s, and someday it will all be mine. So when I tell you to move, you move.”

Lawrence smiled back. “Well, friend,” Lawrence said, “perhaps…”

Suddenly they could hear Lydia’s voice calling from a distance. It was time for dinner.

“Perhaps what?” Harris pressed.

Lawrence let Timothy head back home, smiled back at Harris, and followed his new friend back to his quaint little home.

“There will come another time.” Harris said as Lawrence walked away.

Lawrence turned back around. “Sooner rather than later, I hope.” He gave Trina, Harris’s beautiful girlfriend, who sat atop the gray horse, a wink, turned and joined Timothy, and they headed back towards Timothy’s house.

Harris and David both mounted their horses.

“Who was that guy?” Harris’s girl friend, Trina asked. Her voice could not mask her attraction to Lawrence.

“He just started school last week.” David said. “I think his name is Lawrence Weer.”

“Of the Weer family?” David’s girl friend, Kari-Ann asked.

“Yeah.” David said. “Better be careful.” David said to Harris. “They are pretty well connected like your father is.”

Harris shook off the warning. As they trotted the horses back down the path, Harris took one last look at Lawrence and Timothy in the distance. There would indeed be another time.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #10 "The Dark Age" pt 1

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(the Exodus to a new home is at last, over. But the Weer family faces to challenges in a new era)

#10

“The Dark Age; pt 1”

Featuring
Mathew Weer
Odo

Special Guest star
Benjamin Sisko



Everything was just as white as Mat remembered it being. Mathew Weer, with Minister Odo standing beside him, was standing inside what could best be described as a universe of nothing; nothing but white that is. And whether it was coming from himself, because Odo didn’t have a heart, but the sound of a heart beat surrounded them as well.

“I have always wondered,” Mathew said to Odo, “can you hear the heart beat sound that I hear?”

Odo shook his head. “No,” Odo replied softly, “I do hear the sound of what I believe is swishing water.”

Mathew shook his head. “Must be some meaning to it all.”

“We have more important things to discuss with the Emissary.” Odo’s gruff voice replied, in a matter of fact tone.

(FLASH BACK)

Mathew smiled at his shape-shifting friend. They had a rough start in the beginning of their friendship. Odo, who had gone to cure the Founders following the Dominion war, and to lead them during the time right after the war, returned to DS9 four years later. He still loved his precious Kira, and returned to his duties as DS9’s chief security officer, or as he preferred to be called, Constable, to ensure that Kira would not face any difficulties from the criminal element; meaning a certain Feringi named Quark.

Kira and Odo were soon married. She demanded, and got, a large wedding. Odo wanted a small marriage, but as with all new husbands-to-be do, he caved in to her demands. Nearly three hundred people came to witness their wedding on Bajor. The list of attendees was a who’s who of interstellar politics. The President of the Federation came. He was joined by Chancellor Martok, Ambassador Worf, The Romulan Praetor Captain Picard and, as a surprise to everyone, Benjamin Sisko even came, with his wife Kassidy at his side. It was Sisko’s first public appearance since the events of his so called ‘demise’.

It was during the after party that Mathew Weer, who was only twenty five years old at the time, met the former commander of DS9; Benjamin Sisko. Mathew had received a coded message to meet with Sisko in Odo’s quarters. Mathew appeared at the appointed time, and found Odo, alone, waiting.

In those days, Odo and Mathew were not friends, not at all. Weer was a deep space explorer who also dabbled in the field of smuggling Romulan Ale into Federation space. In those times an embargo existed against the blue colored spirit. The embargo would actually be admonished not long after, due to the warming relations between the Romulans/Federation after the events that transpired after the mass murder of the Romulan Senate.

But, none-the-less, smuggling Romulan Ale into Federation space was against the law. But as it turned out, Constable Odo used the beverage for leverage in his dealings with contacts of his on Bajor, and his contacts on the rebuilding world of Cardassia. The beverage even acted much like a truth serum if used properly, on lower rung criminals.

It was Odo’s need for Romulan Ale that allowed him to ‘procure’ small amounts of the beverage each time Mathew Weer came with a new shipment. Quark, the local bar owner, had Romulan Ale as well. But Quark would only use the watered down variety, so as to sell more to his customers. Besides, pure Romulan Ale could, if over used, lead to drunken fights, which Odo did not like one bit.

So, right after the party, Odo let Mathew into his quarters, and then he tapped a com badge. The two of them beamed off of DS9, and into a Runabout, which was on a docking platform. Odo piloted the ship off of the platform.

“What’s going on?” a young Mathew Weer asked.

“Someone wants to meet you.” Odo replied as he piloted the craft.

Mathew could only watch as the Founder piloted the ship to one of Bajor’s isolated moons. They beamed down to the planet and then walked through a twisting maze of caves until they came to an opening. Benjamin Sisko stood there waiting for them. Situated on flat rock, waist high to Sisko, was a strange looking artifact of some kind.

“Welcome,” Sisko said with a warm smile, “you’re not as punctual as I remember.” Sisko said, taking an innocent jab at Odo.

“You know Kira. She had me shake every person’s hand.” Odo said, genuinely aggravated. “And the Octinarian had eight of them, so did his two wifes. So, you do the math.”

“Excuse me,” Mathew said, “what exactly are we doing here?”

Sisko nodded to him, and motioned to the strange looking object.

“And orb?” Odo asked.

“Not just an orb Odo,” Sisko said, “one of the Dark orbs.”

Odo seemed perplexed. “I do not ever recall Kira, or any Bajoran for that matter, mentioning a Dark orb.”

Sisko’s demeanor changed. Where as a moment ago he was smiling, now he was serious. “Nor would they have.” Sisko said softly. “But believe me; if this orb falls into the wrong hands, it could mean the end of…” he paused for effect, “everything.”


FLASH BACK WILL CONTINUE

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #11 "The Dark Age" Pt 2

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#11

“The Dark Age; pt 2”

Featuring
Mathew Weer
Lawrence Weer
Ginny Weer
Timothy Clements
David Larkin
Harris McCord

Also starring
Odo

Special Guest star
Benjamin Sisko

And special cameo appearance by
Captain Jean-Luc Picard

(PREVIOUSLY)

Nearly Thirty Five Years ago

Odo seemed perplexed. “I do not ever recall Kira, or any Bajoran for that matter, mentioning a Dark orb.”

Sisko’s demeanor changed. Where as a moment ago he was smiling, now he was serious. “Nor would they have.” Sisko said softly. “But believe me; if this orb falls into the wrong hands, it could mean the end of…” he paused for effect, “everything.”


(FLASH BACK CONTINUES)

“Most belief systems,” Sisko continued, “and even those who follow Logic based concepts, have apocryphal streams of ideas that run concurrent with established theory.”

Mathew interjected. “You mean like the belief that Christ had children, or that the God of Emivtar Omega Nine had a twin brother.”

“Or Sybok’s belief that Logic wasn’t the only path for the Vulcans.” Odo added.

Sisko nodded, “Yes, exactly.” He motioned to the Dark Orb. “The Bajoran religion also has these concurrent streams of ideals. The Dark Orb Trilogy is one such stream.”

“So, why has Kira never mentioned it?” Odo asked.

“Because all remnants of the trilogy were phased out of the belief system over five thousand years ago.” Sisko replied. “And over time, they have been forgotten. In fact,” Sisko reinforced, “even the rumors of the trilogy have long been forgotten; until now.”

“And you’re telling us this because…” Mathew prodded the former commander of DS9.

“Three Dark Orbs came through the wormhole thousands of years ago, just like the other orbs.” Sisko told them. “But these three Dark orbs were never meant for the Bajorans, but for a Pah-wraith who had taken Bajoran form.”

“I find it amazing that any of this has been forgotten.” Odo said dismissively.

Sisko nodded in agreement. “I know how you feel Constable,” Sisko told him, “but this apparent Bajoran Pah-wraith did indeed receive two of the Dark Orbs. They have been in its possession all this time.”

“But,” Mathew concluded for Sisko, “none of it matters unless he gets the third one.” He pointed at the Dark orb, “that one.”

“Correct.” Sisko replied. “This is the third Dark orb. If it were to be brought together with the other two?” He shook his head. “Let’s just say it would be best for all of us if that didn’t happen.” He aimed his next words at Odo. “You can not tell Kira any of this Odo.”

Odo stood up stiffer. “She’s my wife. How can I not tell her this important aspect of her religion?” Odo asked.

“And why come to us with this anyway?” Mathew added.

Sisko turned to Mathew Weer. “In your case,” he said to Mathew, “I know your travels take you to far off worlds of the galaxy. Certainly you know of a place you could take the Orb too, bury it, and take this secret to your grave.”

Mathew nodded. “Sure, but why would I risk my life for something like this. And, by the way, I am in Starfleet. I just can’t go off on some wild mission.”

“Yes you can.” A new voice replied. They all turned to see Captain Jean-Luc Picard stepping out from the darkness of a tunnel. “You’ll do it because I am ordering you too.”

“Captain Picard?” Weer said.

“Mister Sisko contacted me just one day ago.” Picard told them. “He told me of the dire circumstances and told me of his plan to have you take this last Dark Orb to some safe place. I agreed to help him. I will cover your tracks where it concerns Star Fleet. You just make sure you take it to a place that no one will ever find it. You have been known to operate outside Starfleet rules. I am asking you to do so again.” He looked to Sisko. "Great ceremony Ben. Kira was stunning."

Sisko smiled. "I will be sure to tell her that."

“And what about me?” Odo asked. “Why was I asked to be part of this plan?”

Sisko stepped closer to Odo. “Because,” Sisko said to him, “the Dark Orb trilogy not only involved a renegade Pah-wraith,” he looked down, then back up to Odo, “but it also involves the Great Link. Remember when I said moments ago that the Pah-wraith seemed to be Bajoran? Well, this Pah-wraith only appeared to take Bajoran form. Had it wanted to, the Pah-wraith could have taken the shape of any life form.”

Odo’s eyes opened up a little wider. “It was a founder?”

Sisko didn’t have to answer that question.

(END OF FLASH BACK)
--


PLANT DROAHNA

Lawrence Weer and his sister Ginny were on their way back home. It was another typical school day. They had chosen to ride their horses to school because Aunt Beth needed to use the land-speeder. They could have beamed to school, but that would defeat the whole purpose of coming to Droahna. So, like most kids, they rode horses to school. After school they would retrieve them from the school’s stables, and ride home.

The Weer Estate was nearly ten miles from the school. It was about an hour ride at a trot pace. Sometimes they would stop in town and get some ice cream before heading back to the ranch.

They were nearly home when they noticed some kind of ruckus happening on the path. Up ahead the path forked. One way led to the Weer estate. The other path went on a western direction. It was the path Timothy Clements would take. Lawrence could see Timothy on his horse, and he was sandwiched between two other horsed. Lawrence already knew there was trouble up ahead. He told his sister to wait, and then galloped ahead to see what the fuss was. Moments later.

“What’s the problem?” Lawrence asked the group as he slowed his horse to a trot.

It was indeed Timothy on one of the horses. The other two horses belonged to David Larkin, and his friend, the school bully, Harris McCord.

“Stay out of this Weer.” Harris warned.

Lawrence ignored Harris and rode up along side Timothy.

“What’s going on here Tim?” Lawrence asked.

Timothy looked at Harris, then at Lawrence. “Nothing.” Timothy replied.

But Lawrence knew the kid was lying.

“If you want I’ll ride home with you.” Lawrence offered.

Timothy smiled. “Umm, okay.” He replied. “But you’ll probably have to pay too.”

“Pay what?” Lawrence asked.

Timothy looked to Harris. “The toll passage.” Timothy responded.

Lawrence looked to Harris. “What is he talking about Harris?” Lawrence asked. “There is no toll on this path.”

“Oh, there isn’t.” Harris agreed. “But I have Timothy pay me a strip of sliver of Latinum.”

“Why?” Lawrence asked.

Harris smiled. “Because,” he paused, “I can.”

Lawrence patted Timothy on the back. “Tim, there is no toll on this rode. How long have you been doing this?”

“A year.” Timothy asked.

Lawrence shook his head, and he then directed his words back at Harris. “Of course, you will pay that back to Timothy I trust.”

“It’s his word, a known retard, against mine and David’s.” Harris motioned to David. “No one is going to take his words over ours.”

“Why do you this to Timothy?” Lawrence said with a cold look. “Why not try to charge me a toll, and then we will see what happens next.”

Harris smiled back at Lawrence. “Any time, any place Weer,” Harris said, “you just name the place.”

“How about now, and right there.” Lawrence replied with absolutely no smile at all.

“Come one Harris,” David Larkin said from the other horse, “let’s go home. We got a lot of homework to do.” It was clear Larkin was trying to prevent a fight between Lawrence and Harris.

Harris and Lawrence just stared at each other for a moment. Then, Harris broke the silence.

“You and I are on a collision course.” Harris said as the joined David, and the two friends trotted off. “Oh,” Harris said as he stopped his horse. He turned back to face Lawrence. “You have a very attractive sister. Tell her that I said hello.” He looked over to Ginny who was still a distance away on her horse.

He aimed his horse west and galloped off with David.

Ginny joined Lawrence and Timothy.

“What was that all about?” Ginny asked.

Lawrence’s gaze was cold and silent. Harris had just used a subtle attempt to threaten Ginny with harm if he, Lawrence, continued the cat and mouse game. Something inside Lawrence told him that this was not the end of it.

He dismissed the stress, smiled at his sister, and they both rode with Timothy to take him home. Lawrence could see Harris and David further down the same path. Something had to be done about Harris; something soon.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #12 "Connecting Dots"

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#12

“Connecting Dots”

Featuring
Mathew Weer
Minister Odo


IN THE 25TH CENTURY
(the present time in which the Weer Family takes place)

Mathew Weer pushed the Tempest to the brink of total engine failure. The ship even had Transwarp tech, and still didn’t seem fast enough. But, he had no choice. Ramada’s life was hanging in the balance, having been kidnapped someone named Holcomb. Holcomb was a renegade Pah-wraith, as it turned out. The Emissary, Ben Sisko, had agreed with the plan of retrieving the third Dark Orb to procure her freedom, so long as Weer could get it back before the Pah-wraith used it for its original purpose. The total destruction of the Celestial Temple, and the beings that dwelled with in. The three Dark Orbs could then be used to bring death and destruction do the entire universe. Sisko trusted that Weer, and Odo, would not allow that to happen. Weer had devised a plan that, if implemented correctly, would allow him to Ramada back, and prevent the use of the Orb for such a dark purpose.

Odo sat next to Mathew Weer in the passenger seat in the cockpit. They had left the Bajoran Wormhole only one week earlier to retrieve the Third Dark Orb, which was hidden somewhere deep in the Gamma Quadrant. Odo was strangely quiet since their departure.

“What’s wrong Odo? You looked puzzled.” Mathew asked.

Odo shook his head. “I have spent a great deal of my life challenging established facts if they don’t fit in a orderly fashion.”

Mathew Weer pivoted his seat to face Odo. “And what is your instinct telling you now?”

Odo pondered that question and then;

(FLASH BACK BEGINS)

(It had been nearly four decades since Odo and Mathew had last seen Benjamin Sisko. Although the former commander of DS9 appeared at Odo’s and Kira’s wedding, it would be one of the last time he was seen in a public setting. Sisko’s involvement with the wormhole aliens, whom the Bajorans also considered to be of some kind of religious icons, would never come to an end.

So, Sisko approached Odo, and Mathew Weer, about the Dark Orb Trilogy. Odo then went along with Sisko and Picard’s plan to hide the Third Orb from the Pah-Wraith, who had lived inside of a Founder, and was in turn, posing as a Bajoran, currently named Holcomb, so as to receive the three Dark Orbs. This rogue Pah-wraith was successful in retrieving two of the Orbs far back in Bajor’s past. And over the course of 5000 years, the wraith had waited for the third Orb to come.

Where the Dark Orbs were coming from, Sisko would never reveal.

As for The Third Orb? Sisko tasked Mathew Weer, who was a deep space explorer at the time, to take the Orb to a far off world, and hide it so as it could never be found again. Odo had asked why they couldn’t just destroy the Orb. Sisko simply replied that destroying the Orb would be impossible, and any attempt to do so could cause more harm to Bajor. Sisko never elaborated, but Odo took him at his word. And so Odo also swore, along with Weer, too never reveal the Dark Orb Trilogy to anyone else. Sisko would make sure the memory was lost. To that end he had enlisted Picard’s help, where it concerned Weer.

Weer had accomplished just what he was instructed to do. He had taken the Orb to some far off world, on the other side of the wormhole, in the Gamma Quadrant, and put it where no one could ever find it. Odo’s task was to contact Picard once Weer had returned. Picard, in turn, would send a Betazed to DS9 to alter Weer’s memory so the Orb’s final resting place would be forgotten; even by the last person to see it. That Betazed suffered from a fatal disease, and died days after wiping Weer’s memory. The secret was hidden forever; so they thought.

All went according to plan. Except no one anticipated the random element of the plan; Mathew Weer. He did indeed hide the Orb. But Weer knew all along that the plan would require that he lose all knowledge of the events. He would honor Sisko’s plan, but with a slight caveat; he, Mathew, had to be protected.

Mathew Weer went through great lengths to hide bread crumbs for his own self to follow after his memory was wiped. He eventually found his way back to the Orb, with help from his Romulan friend N’vraln. The Romulan did as he promised, and had Weer’s memory cleaned again, for good, so as to keep the truth hidden. N’vraln would only reveal the knowledge of the Orbs to Weer if ever an occasion came up that would warrant it.

The kidnapping of Ramada was the event that re-opened the Pandora Box that they had tried to shut in the past. N’vraln had concluded that Ramada’s kidnapping proved that the secret plan to hide the third Dark Orb was not being kept by someone else other than Weer. Someone else wanted the third Orb and knew Weer was the last person to see it.

N’vraln decided to reveal the hidden facts to Weer so he could save his niece. And why not, N’vraln decided. Why should his friend, Mathew Weer, lose a family member over a secret someone else had revealed?

Mathew Weer revealed this information Odo, and Odo agreed with Mathew to go into the wormhole to update Sisko on their plan to retrieve the Dark Orb to obtain Ramada’s freedom.)

END OF FLASH BACK

Odo finished his review of the past events. “How did this Pah-wraith, Holcomb, know that you could find the Dark Orb?”

Mathew nodded his head. “I don’t know. I’ve been wondering about that myself.”

“Do you trust this Romlulan kept this secret to himself?” Odo asked.

“I would trust my life to N’vraln. He would never betray me.” Mathew said with deep conviction.

“Then there are only two other possibilities.” Odo stated. “Picard could have revealed his knowledge of the Dark Orbs before he died.” Then Odo’s expression became more serious. “Or it was Benjamin Sisko.”

Mathew shook his head. “Sisko came to us, remember? Why would he bring this all back up?”

Odo pondered for a moment, and then continued. “Remember when I told you that Jake came to visit me about a month ago. In fact, we had dinner at your home on Droahna. It was the very night that Ramada was kidnapped.”

Mathew listened carefully. “Go on.”

“It happened many years ago, but Jake’s body once became a vessel for the Kosst Amojan. I find it peculiar that he would be asking about old memories, just weeks before today, especially in the light of we know now.”

“I was wondering why you didn’t bring that up with Ben Sisko when we saw him last week.” Mathew said suspiciously.

Odo dropped a bomb shell. “What if the Kostt Amojan is still in possession of Jake’s body after all this time?”

Mathew shook his head. “I find that hard to believe, Odo.” Mathew replied. “When Jake came to visit you he had to go through the wormhole to get to you, and again on the way back to the Alpha Quadrant. Certainly Benjamin, and the other Prophets, would have sensed this Kosst Amojan in their presence.”

Odo gave Mathew a wry look. “From what I know of the Prophets, they don’t always reveal the entire path of their logic. I believe there could be two motives involved with bringing that Orb back. One, on the surface, is to save your niece.”

“And the other?” Mathew asked.

“I don’t know. And that is why I look, as you say, puzzled.” Odo said.

Mathew started to become angry. He wasn’t the brightest person in the universe, but Odo’s questions had indeed caused questions.

“If what you’re saying is true, someone had to have known that I could have found the Orb if I needed too. For all they knew, it was lost memory.” Mathew said.
“Well, sort of.” Mathew said with a smile. “I did manufacture a backdoor.”

Odo nodded. “Someone either knew of your backdoor, interesting label I might add, or they didn’t trust you would follow the plan to the letter. Either way, they kidnapped your niece and set in motion events that would lead the Orb’s discovery. And, add to that, Jake Sisko’s visit and passage through the wormhole, and this entire situation seems contrived.”

Mathew could follow the dots now. “Then we could be unwitting pawns in some greater scheme.”

Odo nodded. “And I think Benjamin Sisko is one of the players. As is Jake and this Holcomb Pah-Wraith.”

Mathew nodded. “Well,” Mat concluded, “we will pay our roles. But, do not worry my friend,” Mathew said with smile, “I always believe in more than one backdoor.”

Odo harrumphed. “You humans never cease to amaze me.”

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #13 "The First Warning"

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#13

“The First Warning”

Featuring
Mitch Weer
Sharv

Mitch Weer was finally no longer a ‘wanted man’. Upon hearing the facts of the situation, and great urging from Mathew Weer and Minister Odo, the Federation President pardoned Mitch. With a warrant no longer hanging over his head, and with Ramada’s life in danger, it was time that Mitch helped to free his sister from those who held her against her will.

But Uncle Mathew, before leaving on some quest, warned Mitch to not interfere, fearing doing so could lead to Ramada’s death. Uncle Mat would see to her release. Mitch would not want to be the person or persons holding Ramada against her will. Mat would most likely kill them.

Mitch, after being officially processed out of Starfleet at Starbase 12, headed back to Droahna, and brought his new friend, Sharv, with him.

Odo had used his influence with the Federation council to get Sharv probation. As it turned out Sharv was also caught up in Ramada’s mess as well. His two mothers had been kidnapped so as to force Sharv to lure Uncle Mathew into the web of deceit. Once Ramada was freed Uncle Mat promised to find Sharv’s mothers as well.

Sharv piloted his small Andorian freighter into the innards of the space station that orbited Droahna. The planet’s government did not allow ships to permanently park on the surface. The inhabitants of Droahna, though not Traditionalists, did share some of the belief of returning to a simpler time. Modes of travel on the planet below were restricted.

The Yard master assigned Sharv dock for his small craft. The rental fee was very affordable. With that done, the two friends beamed down to the small town that was near the Weer estate.

“So, where are the local holosuites?” Sharv said with a devious smile as they materialized in the center of the town.

“They don’t have holosuites here.” Mitch said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

Sharv’s smile ebbed. “Um, no holosuites?” Sharv asked. Then his smiled swung back up. “Okay, what about a Dabogirl or two?”

Mitch shook his head. “Sorry. No such luck.” Mitch added with a smile.

“Then what do people do around here for fun?” Sharv asked, with a tinge of anger in his voice.

Mitch patted his friend of the back, and then said. “Follow me, and I will show you.”

They walked passed several folks who were on horse back. There were a couple Klingon civilians riding To’qs, a much sinister looking version of a horse. Though most the citizens were humans, Klingons and other alien races were intermixed.

The sight of a Vulcan man, or maybe he was a Romulan, Sharv couldn’t tell, riding an Emvek, proved this that the simpler ways of this world were appealing to more than just humans. But Sharv wasn’t buying any of it. He wanted the modern luxury that life offered.

“Have you ever ridden an Emvek?” Mitch asked as the large animal passed by.

“Hell no.” Sharv said. “Only the Romulans and crazed Nausicaans ride those things.”

They walked down the main street of the town and soon rounded a corner, and approached a large building. Above the entrance, spray painted in simple large black lettering, was the word ARCADE.

“Cool,” Sharv said, “I’m going to play me some 3D Korvhg’v!!”

“Sorry my friend,” Mitch said again, “there no 3D Jem’Hedar arcade games here. Just simple old…”

Sharv had stopped and was staring at the screen of a two-dimensional game that a younger child was playing. Sharv’s ability to speak English was pretty good, until he came across new words.

“Dooonky koong?” Sharv struggled to say.

“No,” Mitch corrected him, “Donkey Kong.”

The Andorian was transfixed as he watched the younger kid play the game. The kid even let Sharv take over. Mitch found it amazing that a nearly 500 year old game could captivate the attention of Sharv. Yet, watching how easily Sharv held a conversation with the nine year old kid somehow eased his amazement a great deal.

Nearly an hour later the two friends were each riding a horse, on their way to the Weer estate. The horses had been left by Aunt Beth earlier in the day at the communal stables in town. Sharv carry a large stuffed Targ, which he had won while playing several rounds of rolling ball. The two horses were the same two they had ridden the last time they were on Droahna a couple weeks back.

“It seems you have rolling ball down to an art.” Mitch said in a teasing way, noticing the string of tickets that were wrapped around Sharv’s shoulder as if they were ammunition.

“Well,” Sharv said as he munched on a corn-dog, “it’s all in the timing and accuracy of the throw.”

“I see,” Mitch said, “I’ll have to remember that.”

They pressed on with their ride. Mitch surveyed the beautiful landscape that stretched for as far as the eye could see. He had to admit this kind of life had its lure. At that moment a land-speeder approached them. The Bracol family, they were Bolian settlers that lived over in the next valley, stopped to say hello.

“Hello there Mitch,” Mr. Bracol offered.

Mitch had met Mr. Bracol when Mitch and his family had first arrived. They Bracol’s had come to help with unloading the family freighter; The Wanderer.

“Hello there Mometh,” Mitch replied, “this is my friend Sharv. Where are you all headed?” Mitch asked, noticing the speeder was jammed pack with personal effects, and the like.

“First off,” Mrs. Bracol said, the blue skin above her eye brows were damp with the sweat caused by the warmer than usual day, “we are so sorry about your sister. I am sure your Uncle Mathew will find her.”

“Thank you.” Mitch said with smile.

Mr. Bracol continued. “Well Mitch,” the Bolian man said, “the stress of living in the valley over there is just too much. Mr. McCord is really putting it to the homesteaders over there. He then made us an offer for our land and we took it. I’d rather stay, but no one stands in the way of Mr. McCord. He was here before us, they made him give up large chunks of his land, and now he is doing his best to get it back.”

“What are you talking about?” Mitch inquired.

Mrs. Bracol cut in. “We need to get going Mometh,” she said to her husband, “the transport won’t wait .”

“Don’t worry about it Mitch.” Mometh said, “Mr. McCord only wants the valley not the Weer land. My advice to you,” Mometh said as he revved up the speeder, “keep your brother Lawrence away from that Clements family over there.”

And with that, the land-speeder sped off.

“What was that all about?” Sharv asked as he swallowed the last bite of his corn dog.

Mitch watched as the land-speeder shrunk from view.

“I don’t know. Sounds like this Mr. McCord, who ever he is, might be trying to muscle out the families that settled over in the valley.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Sharv offered, “it’s really none of your business.”

Mitch nodded in agreement. But he took Mometh’s words to heart. He would check in on Lawrence as soon as possible. Unlike Mitch, Lawrence was head strong like Uncle Mathew. And that could get Lawrence into a lot of trouble.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #14

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#14

“Boo! You’re Dead!”

Featuring
Mathew Weer
Odo

Special Guest Star
The late and very dead Jean Luc-Picard

And

John De Lancie
As Q ‘the misanthrope’

The Tempest dove through the clouds as the turbulence rocked the small vessel. Minister Odo was doing his best to dodge the sparks that occasionally flew out from the consol. He looked over to Mathew Weer, who was piloting the ship.

Mathew Weer was chomping on repugnant smelling item he called a stogie. Odo had seen many ‘cigars’ in his time, but the one Mathew was chewing on seemed to have been self made. The smell was almost herbal.

The cockpit was surrounded by the sound of the bulkhead buckling, and the sound of all kinds of clutter being thrown to the ground. Odo gazed at the ground and saw playing cards, dice, food crumbs, magazines with naked women on the covers, and many other items being thrown about as the ship made its way to the surface below.

“Whooooooooooooo heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Mathew yelled as the ship finally came out of the dense cloud cover.

The worst of it was finally over. Odo shook his head.

“Is this ship going to be able to leave this place with out breaking apart?” Odo asked.

Mathew smiled. “It’s hard to say, Odo.” Mathew said. “I hope you took out some life insurance before we left DS9.”

Moments later the tempest landed on the relatively flat surface of the planet. The planet had no name. It was a nondescript world in some nondescript solar system somewhere deep in the Gamma Quadrant. The planet’s strange ionosphere rendered transporters useless. The only way down to the planet was by ship.

A heavy rain was beating down outside, and cloud cover made it hard to see anything clearly.

“Are you sure we weren’t followed?” Odo asked.

Mathew looked at the view screen. “I’m very sure.” Mathew finally said.

Odo looked at the screen. “That’s just a display of static levels. How is that going to tell you anything?” Odo asked.

Mathew laughed as he extinguished his stogie in the large ashtray on the arm of his chair.

“Don’t worry Odo,” Mathew said, “everything is fine.”

Mathew put on a heavy rain jacket and handed another one to Odo.

Moments later the entrance to the Tempest opened up and the two long time friends stepped into the down pour of rain. The rain was too hard to allow any real conversation. It was all Odo could do, keeping up with Mathew Weer.

They had come to his nameless world to find the Third Dark Orb. Rumor had it that if all three Orbs were united, an ancient power could destroy the wormhole, kill the ‘Gods’ inside it, and unleash great chaos on the rest of the quadrant.

Two of the orbs were already in the possession of a renegade Pah-wraith named Hol’comb, who had taken the form of a Bajoran. The third Orb was given to Mathew Weer, by Benjamin Sisko, nearly thirty-five years in the past to hide. But with Mathew Weer’s niece held hostage by Hol-comb, it was now necessary to retrieve the Orb to barter for her safety.

Nearly one hour later the two drenched travelers entered a small cave entrance. The rain was pelting the outside as hard as it could. Mathew pulled back the hood of his heavy rain jacket, Odo did the same.

“Is this where you hid it?” Odo asked.

Mathew shook his head. “No,” Mathew replied, “this is a rest area. The Orb is another twenty minutes or so away.”

Odo nodded. “Well, you did hide it on a desolate world; I’ll give you that credit.”

Mathew nodded. “The moment we go through that wormhole, the wormhole aliens, and Ben, will be able to sense the Orb. I hope they let us get through to the other side so we can trade it for Ramada’s life.”

Odo nodded. “I guess it is a chance we’ll have to take.”

Mathew snapped his fingers; it was something he did to help himself think. “Why do I get the strange feeling that the two Pah-wraiths are somehow working together on this. And if they are, do they know that each other are a Pah-wraith?”

Odo shook his head. “The one in Jake has been hiding inside of him for at least forty years or so. I guess it is possible they can mask themselves pretty good.”

Mathew took out a small packet of water, drank it in, and put his hood back on. They both stepped back into the rain and trekked onward for another hour until they came to a deep canyon. They helped each other down the steep rock face until they reached the bottom. There was another cave, hidden in a cave between to hills. They entered the cave. And there it was, just as he had left it. The Black Orb, inside the cave, situated behind a large stone. The case it was inside of looked like the other cases, but it was a totally black. Mathew reached for it.

Mathew lifted it up and put in on another rock face that was eye level to where he stood. He stepped back and they both looked at it. Even though the case was dark, and was silent, Mathew couldn’t help but wonder what was inside the strange looking chest.

“There it is.” Mathew said to Odo.

“Have you ever opened it up?” Odo asked in a whisper.

Mathew shook his head. “No,” Mat said, “Ben asked me not to all those years ago, so I never did. Something tells me, we better honor his request and just get to Hol’comb as fast as we can.”

With that said, they headed back into the driving rain. The wind was very violent as they made their way up and down the large hills they only just come from moments earlier. They soon made it back to the Tempest.

Soon the ship was back in space and headed back toward the wormhole, and onto the Bajoran wormhole.

Again, Odo was a bit worried.

“You seem pretty sure of yourself that we weren’t followed, or tracked.” Odo said, obviously not confident in what he was saying.

Just as he had done before, Mathew stared at the monitor that displayed normal space static.

“Nope, we are being followed, and we are not being tracked.” Mathew finally said.

Odo just shook his head. “You never cease to amaze me.” Odo said finally.

Once again the cabin was filled with the scent of a stogie. Mathew piloted the Tempest with out a care in the world. If all went as planned, he would have his niece back, and all would be well. But in the back of Mat’s mind was a lot more than he showed. He was well aware of what was to come, and this time, he was prepared to strike when the time came. He had learned long ago to always have ‘a way out.’

Mathew pressed the Tempest onward. It would take five days to get to the wormhole. What would happen then? Only time would tell. But he did have stray thought for Odo to consider.

“I think I know who is pulling the strings. In essence,” Mat said, “I think I know who the wizard of Oz is.”

Odo had no idea who Oz was, but he was sure it was something from Earth’s strange culture. “And who would that be?”

Mathew could only smile. “You’re going to think I’m nuts.”

“We’re long passed that.” Odo said with a smirk on his face.

“Picard.” Mathew said. “Picard is the Wizard of Oz.”

Odo shook his head. “Picard died twenty years ago. Unless you hope to confront a corpse, I suggest you guess again.”

Mathew shook his head. He knew he was right. Picard was involved some how, he could feel it in his bones. How? Mathew had no answer.
--

PLANT BAJOR

Hol’comb stared down as Ramada was sleeping. He had taken her against her will at first, but as his hold on her tightened, she was his willingly for several weeks now. Most wraiths, non-corporal beings that lived outside of normal time, never partook in sexual relations. They were linear relations and those were counter to all of what their existence meant.

“Where are going,” she asked as she opened her eyes.

“No where my love. Just go back to sleep. You must be tired after what we did last night.” He said with a devious smile, and looked down on her. Her wrists were still tied to the bed post.

Hol’comb had lived on Bajor for nearly five thousand years. He would wait another five thousand more if that’s what it took to get possession of the third orb. Sexual aggression was the most fulfilling way to feed his need for power. Men, or women, it didn’t matter. And so for five thousand years he had fed his anger by doing just that. Many of his encounters had left of his sexual conquests dead. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t help it.

Then there was the matter of the third Orb. Luckily the fool Jake Sisko had come to him by pure luck. Jake Sisko was the son of the Emissary. Jake had come into knowledge of the existence of the third Orb and wanted it for his own selfish reason.

It seemed that Jake had become bitter over time. Benjamin Sisko’s role as the Emissary never seemed to end. Jake took it upon himself to retrieve the Orb, and force the Prophets to release his father from there servitude. Hol’comb, aside from really being a Pah-wraith, was also a big time player in the underworld economy. It had given him vast amounts of credit and capital to fuel his own lustful needs.

Over the past Two hundred years, Hol’comb, who had used other aliases in the past, had become a notorious member of the Orion syndicate. Hol’comb had used bribes, and all kinds of physical torture, including death, to secure his place in the bigger picture. So when an Earthling approached the syndicate with large amounts of credits to secure the third Orb, Hol-comb eventually found out and decided to steer Jake into his web of deceit.

(NOTE TO THE READER. WE DON’T WANT TO OFFEND FANS OF JAKE. SO JUST A REMINDER HERE. JAKE’S ACTIONS ARE BEING CONTROLLED BY THE PAH-WRAITH INSIDE OF HIM AS WELL. HE HAS NO IDEA HE IS BEING USED. HOL-COMB, ANOTHER PAH-WRATH, IS UNAWARE OF THAT FACT AS WELL)

Hol-comb stepped out of the large bed. Ramada was back to sleeping. She would have to die soon, Hol-comb decided. To keep her self alive she had recently began to willing let him take her in his bed each night. But he needed the raw anger that came from force. He had no intention of giving her back to Mathew Weer. Once the Orb was his, Weer would be killed instantly. All of which had been arranged.

Hol-comb strolled out of the room and into the main living area. The com-screen on his desk started to flash. He walked over to his desk and sat down. He pressed a button and Jake Sisko’s face came into view.

“Can I help you?” Hol-comb asked.

“How long is it going to be until I get the Orb?” Jake asked, his tone of voice was near that of a demand.

Hol-comb sipped on a cup of tea he had just brewed. “Very soon, I would guess. Once I get the signal from Weer I will contact you. Don’t worry mister Sisko, the third dark Orb will soon be yours. And then you can destroy the celestial temple for all I care.”

Jake smiled on the screen. “That is exactly what I intend to do.”

The screen went blank. Of course, Hol-comb would kill Sisko long before that. Hol-comb needed the Orb for his own reasons. He stood up and went over to his fireplace. He had lived in this current home for nearly 50 years. And in that time he had created a very special safe room. The fireplace was just a holo-simulated image. Even the power-signature that created the Fireplace mirage was masked. He pressed a button, which was well hidden on the war, and the fireplace was replaced by a door. He entered it, and instantly the fireplace returned, hiding the secret door once more.

He walked down a short stairwell that led him into a highly secured room. It was here where he kept the other two Dark Orbs. And, sure enough, there they were. Each was kept inside its own compartment, sealed in by a special force field generator. There was third such compartment. It was there he would place the Third orb, once it was his.

That time was coming…and very soon.

--

FIVE DAYS LATER.

Mathew Weer was sleeping silently in the pilot seat when suddenly he was awakened by Odo’s voice.

“Mathew,” Odo said, “we’re approaching the wormhole.”

The brief rest had helped recharge Mathew’s mind. The last several weeks had left him with very little opportunities to sleep.

He checked the instruments and prepared the ship to enter the wormhole, which was still a half hour away.

He looked around and noticed that Odo’s bucket was behind Odo’s seat.

“Did you have time to….” Mathew let his voice trail off.

Odo looked down at the bucket then back up at Mathew, “Yes, I did. I tried sleeping in the chair, but your snoring changed my mind.”

“I snore,” Mathew asked, “no way.”

Odo started to reply when suddenly the ship started to lose speed.

“We’ve lost main power.” Mathew said with a slight sense of urgency.

“What!?” Odo replied.

The ship had lost all power, except for running lights and internal life support systems. For nearly a half-hour Mathew did anything he could, but all he could do was let the ship keep continuing on its own. It eventually came to a stop just outside the entrance into the wormhole.

“It would appear as if we can’t go into the wormhole.” Mathew finally said.

“Why not??” Odo demanded.

Mathew looked back at the Orb chest which was in the back compartment.

“I’ll give you three guesses.” Mat asked as he eyed the Orb.

Odo harrumphed. “I guess I could get out and push.”

“That might help.” Mat said with a smile.

“No it won’t.” A third voice replied.

Suddenly there was a bright flash and instantly, Jean-Luc Picard was standing on the small bridge of the tempest.

Odo and Mathew stood up, totally caught unaware at what they were seeing.

“Admiral Picard?” Odo asked finally, “but you’re supposed to be dead.” Odo announced.

Picard looked around the strange bridge as well. He, too, seemed shocked at the turn of events. Then he looked back to Odo. “Where am I?” Picard asked.

“We’re in the Gamma quadrant. We were about to enter the wormhole, and something stopped us, and then you appeared.” Mat said.

Picard recognized Mat. “Mathew Weer. There could only be one reason I am here.”

“Well, sir” Odo added, “you’re actually supposed to be dead.”

“Dead?” Picard asked.

“Dead. Twenty years dead, in fact.” Mat said.

“Huh,” Picard said as he patted down the sides of his body with his arms, “I feel alive.”

“You’re dead.” Odo said.

Picard paused for a moment. “You called me Admiral Picard.” Picard said to Odo. “But why am I wearing my old red Captain’s uniform from the Enterprise-D?”

“That’s because,” a fourth voice said…suddenly there was another flash, and Q appeared. “There can only be one Admiral on this mission.” Q was wearing one of the gray colored Admiral uniforms.

Picard’s head nearly exploded as he said, “Q!!!”

CONTINUED
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[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #15

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#15

“Festival” PART ONE

Featuring
Mitch Weer
Auth Beth
Lawrence Weer
Ginny Weer

Guest starring
Sharv
Lydia Clements
Timothy Clements
Harris McCord
Trina Horn
K’Talq
Jarvis

And introducing
Terence McCord

PLANTED DROAHNA

It was the annual spring festival. Every year there was a large festival in the McCord valley where many homesteaders lived. A couple of families had recently accepted buy outs from Mr. McCord, but most had decided to stay.

Mathew Weer had made a stake on the land that was west of the valley, and over a group of hills. For many years he diverted any wealth he had attained into increasing his estate.

McCord’s land was valuable due to the fact two rivers snaked through it. And where there was water, there was development.

All the land had once been his, Terence McCord, but he reluctantly was forced to sell it to the many settlers. Most of the settlers had come in the recent years, refugees from the Traditionalist War. But now, McCord wanted the land back. He was a rancher back on Earth and he had come to this world nearly twenty years ago to do just that. He even had a large herd of cattle. Though the eating of meat was looked down upon by the Federation, many species still liked to eat the meat of animals. So he made his living at doing just that. He was slowly building back up his herd, which meant he would soon need more land; the land he had been forced to sell.

Two rivers winded their way through the valley. One of them was still on his side of the property lines. But the other river was used by the settlers, and it fed into a large lake nearby. It was fresh water, and McCord wanted the river and the lake for his cattle. He had tried to buy out the settlers, but most decided to stay now, and keep their property.

The McCord ranch was just what it was. It was a ranch that was built around the herding of cattle. He had nearly forty hired hands that helped maintain the cattle. Most of the hired hands were humans who also yearned for this kind of life, but there were a few Klingons and even a Trill or Bajoran or Theimak here and there.

In his spacious ranch house, Terence McCord stared out at the valley that was in the distance. He stood below the elegant painting of his late wife, Sophia McCord. He could see the smoke from several bonfires rising up in the distance from where the Festival was.. The festival was probably in full swing, he figured. He sipped on a glass of vodka. He looked up at the image of Sophia above him.

“God damn squatters, I hate them all!” He said softly as he looked back out the window.

His son, Harris McCord had poured himself a drink as well. So what if he was only a teenager. His dad drank, so why shouldn’t he?

Terence glanced over at his son, who was sitting and sipping his own vodka.

“I told you not to do that, boy.” Terence said with a glare in his eyes.

“Sorry pa,” Harris said to him, “I was having a small one.”

Terence shook his head in disgrace. Then he looked back out the window at the valley in the distance. “That land will be mine, again; someday.”

“Dad,” Harris offered, “let me take Jarvis and k’Talq over to that festival. Maybe we can spook them a little.”

“Don’t bother me with your blathering, boy.” Terence said dismissively.

Harris quickly finished his drink and left the room. He knew how he could earn the respect from his father. Harris went out the main door and rode to the stables. Jarvis, a gruff looking man, and K’Talq, a mean ass Klingon, were breaking two new horses, as Harris rode up on his own horse.

“Come on you two turd balls,” Harris said as he put a lump of Tobacco into his mouth, “I got some extra work for you.”

The Klingon sized up Harris. “We’re busy, huuuman.”

“I’ll pay you each three hundred credits.” Harris added.

The two ranch hands liked the sound of that. They mounted their horses and joined Harris, and rode toward the valley.

“What are we going to do?” Jarvis asked as they rode.

“We’re just going to rough them up a little, that’s all.” Harris said with a sneer.

Jarvis began to like the sound of that. “Will there be any women there?” he asked.

Harris nodded. “Yes, there will be women. Young ones you can be sure!”

--

The festival was in full swing. It was held on several of the small ranches. There were games for the children, all kinds of food to eat. If one didn’t know what year it was they might think it was happening nearly five hundred years in the past, somewhere in old America. But that’s the kind of life most of the people who lived here wanted to go back too. A simple way of life appealed for many who found modern technology smothering of human nature.

The young women loved the festival, as did the young men too. It was a good time to flirt with someone your own age, and flirt back as well. Many of the young single ladies had their eyes on Mitch Weer, and his clumsy friend Sharv, who was Andorian. Many of the ladies were hanging around the two men, trying to impress them.

Lawrence Weer had attracted a couple younger girls as well, including the very attractive Trina Horn; the girl friend of Harris McCord. She was only 15 years old, but she was already very beautiful, and promiscuous as 15 years old can be. She walked over to where Lawrence was playing tag with some of the younger kids.

“Hello there.” She said in a coy manner.

Lawrence looked at her. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was, and the strange but revealing shorts she was wearing.

“They call them daisy-dukes.” Trina said as she caught him checking her out.

“Um, I’m sorry for being so obvious.” Lawrence said in a tone of embarrassment.

She giggled. “It’s okay, Harris isn’t here. Besides, I like you. I think your very kind, and that is a strange thing to see from boys my age.”

At that moment Ginny tagged Lawrence.

“You’re it!!!” Ginny screamed as she ran off.

Lawrence smiled at Trina and then ran off after Ginny.

Several tents had been set up. Tables were set up inside the tents, and were adorned with several home made meals. The dishes were mainly Earth food, but there were alien dishes as well. Klingon Gagh had become a favorite of humans. And with several Klingon families now calling Droanha home, there were many dishes available.

Several different games were being played by the throng of children. Lawrence and Ginny were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, with Timothy Clements doing his best to keep up. Beth was sitting at one of the tables with Lydia Clements. The two women had become friends recently.

“Your son is very kind to Timothy.” Lydia said, as she sipped on a drink.

“Your son is very nice.” Beth said to her. “But my poor little Lawrence has his uncle’s wild side in him, so it’s good to see Lawrence become friends with someone who can help keep his energy levels maintained.”

“Mathew Weer is some what of a legend around here I found out.” Lydia said. “And yet he is hardly ever here.”

Beth moaned a little. “Yes, he is. I can’t go anywhere with out hearing the legend of Mat Weer. He has been coming here for years, many years. He has always considered Droanha his home away from home. I can see why,” she motioned to the great scenery that surrounded them, “it is beautiful here.”

There were actually rain clouds off in the distance. But the party was not threatened by them.

“And as for your nephew Mitch,” Lydia continued as she motioned over to Mitch, who was surrounded by four or five very attractive young women. “I think your nephew Mitch is some what of a legend too.”

Beth nodded in agreement. “I’m going to have to keep an eye on that one,” Beth said with a stern look, “he’s going wind up being a father to four or five different children in nine short months if I don’t pull the reigns in.”

Lydia giggled. “They’re just having fun.” She laughed even more as Timothy poured a plate of Macaroni on Lawrence’s head. “Oh great,” she said as she got up to go help clean the mess.

At that moment Mitch ran over to where Beth sat. He was bare-chested. Beth could see why the girls were attracted to him. His body was strong. Not muscleman strong, just naturally strong looking. Beth couldn’t help but notice the young ladies ‘checking’ him out as she spoke with him.

“This is a great picnic.” Mitch said as gobbled down some Cardassian candy that was on the table.

“Mitch, don’t go breaking any girl’s hearts.” Beth scolded him

“I won’t Aunt Beth.” Mitch said with a twinkle. His looked turned serious. “I wonder how Uncle Mat and Minister Odo are doing?”

Beth didn’t know. But she did know one thing: Mathew Weer would bring Ramada home. Mathew squeezed her hand then ran back to the table of young girls he had left waiting for him to return. Two of the girls were actually fawning over Sharv! No doubt to get to Mitch, Beth concluded.

Beth sipped on her drink and then noticed, up on a nearby hill, three men on horses. She had brought pair of binoculars for sight seeing and looked through them. One of them was Harris McCord. The other two looked very intimidating as well. She was worried. If the came down here to cause trouble, and some how she knew they were, Mitch would no doubt fight back. And that could mean trouble. At that moment the three horsemen headed down the hill, toward the festival.

Beth put down her binoculars and innocently walked over to the table where Mitch was. He looked up at her, and she motioned for him to stand up and to come over to where she stood.

“What’s wrong Auth Beth?” Mitch asked.

She motioned to the hill as the three horsemen who were making their way down.

“Who are they?” Mitch asked.

“They are Trouble, big trouble.” She replied. “Find your brother and sister and get them into one of the tents.”

Mitch scoffed at her. “I can handle these guys.”

She knew he would try, but she had to stop it. “Just do as I say Mitch.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “I don’t want you in any more trouble. I can handle this.”

He was about to protest, but could tell with her icy glare, Beth wasn’t having any of it. Beth watched as Mitch, and Sharv, gathered up the small children and herded them into one of the tents. The three horsemen charged right at the crowd. Many people had to run for cover as the horses plowed through the picnic area.

One of them was a Klingon. He maneuvered his horse over several of the benches of food, causing a mess in his wake. The gruff looking man did the same, and practically ran over a fleeing woman and child. The three invaders regrouped and headed toward the one person who didn’t run; Aunt Beth. They stopped their horses just feet from where she stood.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Weer Family #16

STAR TREK
The Weer Family
(this story is a continuation of the EXODUS thread. EXODUS had the family fleeing from the Civil War that consumed Earth, and the Federation. THE WEER FAMILY centers on their lives and their new home in the Gamma Quadrant, on a world inside the New Dominion)

#16

“Festival” PART TWO

Featuring
Mitch Weer
Aunt Beth
Lawrence Weer
Ginny Weer

Guest starring
Sharv
Lydia Clements
Timothy Clements
Harris McCord
K’Talq
Jarvis

PREVIOUSLY
(Beth watched as Mitch, and Sharv, gathered up the small children and herded them into one of the tents. The three horsemen charged right at the crowd. Many people had to run for cover as the horses plowed through the picnic area.

One of them was a Klingon. He maneuvered his horse over several of the benches of food, causing a mess in his wake. The gruff looking man did the same, and practically ran over a fleeing woman and child. The three invaders regrouped and headed toward the one person who didn’t run; Aunt Beth. They stopped their horses just feet from where she stood.)

“Can I help you gentlemen?” Beth asked. She aimed her words at Harris McCord, who was just barely older than Lawrence.

“You can start by telling these people to accept my father’s humble offers to buy their property.” Harris said with a smirk.

She surveyed the mess created by the mayhem of their arrival.

“Your methods of persuasion could be a bit more civil.” She said to Harris.

“Actually,” Harris said with a slight laugh in his voice, “they are quite civil compared to what might happen.”

Inside the tent, Mitch was watching with a cold glare. He also had a Colt 45 in his right hand. It had been a gift from Uncle Mat when Mitch turned 10 years old. He and Sharv had been target practicing before the festival, and luckily he had brought it with him. He was ready to use it.

Lawrence stood next to Mitch.

“Who is that guy?” Mitch whispered to Lawrence.

“He’s the local bully. His dad used to own all this land, and now they want it back. I’ve had run-ins with him in the past.” He said as he looked over to Timothy, who was in the comfort of his mom’s, Lydia, arms.

Meanwhile, Beth was staring down the three party crashers.

“I’ll ask you to leave now. You have made your point.” She told them.

Harris chuckled. “I love parties, don’t you k’Talq?” He asked the Klingon rider next to him.

k’Talq only growled in reply.

Harris spit some tobacco out and it landed inches from Beth’s shoes. Then he said, “We would like to meet some of the young ladies. So, please bring them out for us to get a look at. They might want to party with us.”

Jarvis whistled. “I love to party ma’am!!”

At that moment Mitch came out of the tent he was in.

“Why don’t you try spitting some of that crap next to my shoe?” Mitch said with a cold glare in his eyes.

The Klingon was reaching for a weapon when Mitch spoke his next words, “Don’t!” Mitch barked at the Klingon, “I will kill where you sit Klingon.”

The tension was thick. Beth stood and watched the stand off. But she knew Mitch was out numbered. With out warning she reached over and grabbed Mitch’s gun from his hand and threw it as far as she could over one of tents.

“What did you do that for??” Mitch yelled.

“She just saved your life.” The Klingon said with a grin. “Obviously you are still a child. You’re Pa-taq, mommy boy.

Harris and the other man laughed. Harris looked down to Beth as she held back Mitch.

“On second thought,” He said to her, “we’ll head back to the ranch. But please take my words to heart,” he then looked over to Mitch, “You have made an enemy of a Klingon.” Harris said. “They don’t like enemies.” Harris said with a laugh. “They are even known to kill them.”

“You have made an enemy of the Weers.” Mitch retorted. “And we kill our enemies too. Ask your father.”

Harris didn’t know the meaning of what Mitch said. But, having their point been made, the three invaders galloped away.

Beth shook her head as she watched them ride off toward the hill from which they came. “Don’t tell me your uncle Mathew has a history with Terence McCord.” Beth said as she stepped out of Mitch’s way.

Mitch nodded his head. “Oh, they do.”

Beth could only wonder what that meant as she watched Mitch go back to the tent and calm the people down, and retrieve his gun.

--

Moments later, on the other side of the hill, Harris paid Jarvis and k’Talq their three hundred in credits.

“Good job gentlemen.” Harris said with a greedy smile. “I think we got the message across.”

“I still wanted to see the girls.” Jarvis said with a touch of disappointment in his vice.

Harris agreed. “Maybe we’ll take a few for our, ummm, enjoyment; next time.”

With that, Harris galloped away toward the main house.

Jarvis put his credits in his pocket and then looked over to K’Talq. The Klingon was staring back at the hill as if he could see right through it, and at the festival on the other side.

“What’s wrong?” Jarvis asked.

“I must kill that huuuuman.” K’Talq replied instinctively.

Jarvis nodded. “I know my friend, I know. I got a glimpse of the young one, Ginny? I’d like to become acquainted with her, if you know what I mean.”

The two scoundrels laughed at the thought of taking care of both their problems.

“What about Mathew Weer? I wouldn’t want that whacko coming after me.” Jarvis said suddenly. The laughter stopped.

K’Talq agreed. “His name is well spoken of by my people. But,” K’Talq said as he used a Klingon knife to cut some material he had in his saddle bag. He made two rough looking masks. “No one has to know it was us.”

K’Talq handed Jarvis one of the masks. And in a flash they rode their horses in a new direction.

“If we’re lucky, we’ll get to them before they get to their land.” Jarvis said as they rode.

“And when we do,” K’Talq said with a sneer, “I will cut out that huuman’s heart and eat it in front of his family.”

CONTINUED

 

[Mistral]

Re: The Weer Family #16

You ought to post this to FanFic.net when you are done. They haven't had a major epic posted there in a while-just short stories.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: The Weer Family #16

Last night I compiled EXODUS and THE WEER FAMILY into one word document. And as of the last episode, I just crossed the 100 pages benchmark. I kind of look at EXODUS, and now THE WEER FAMILY, as a soap-opera. I absolutely have no idea where it will end. This story might be like General Hopsital, or Young and the Restless... It might never end!!! Should it end? Probably. But its like a guilty fetish and it is a stress reliever for me. And because I have really have absolutely no idea where it is headed? It keeps me going!