Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

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Deep Space 9

    “I’m on my way.” He got up tugging at his shirt. “Someone feels like working. I’m glad.” He motioned his guests to the door. “Re-enter one at a time.”

    One by one, they did as the Captain instructed. After Worf had entered the bridge, Data spun around in his seat staring at Wil. “Good meeting?” He asked.

    Wil looked surprised, “what meeting?”

    “I might be having problems sir, I have not lost my powers of observation.” Data turned back around as the Captain stepped onto the bridge.

    “Communications open sir.” Worf reported.

    “On screen,” Picard ordered.

    Data tapped his console.

    “Captain, it’s good to see you.” Came a familiar Irish accent.

    “Chief O’Brien, how are you?” 

    “Fine, sir, Captain Sisko is waiting with,” he raised his eyebrows, “your guest in the transporter room.”

    “Thank you.” The view screen went blank. “Number One you have the bridge.”

    “Yes sir.”

    Captain Picard walked into the transporter room, “energize.”

    “Aye, sir.”

    The transporter whirled as an image appeared on the pad. Then a person, in a full Star Fleet uniform appeared.

    “Admiral Westerfield. What a surprise.”

    “Captain Picard.” They shook hands. “It’s been a long time Captain.”

    “Too long.” They left the transporter room together.

    “I heard you were about ready to retire.”

    “This is my last official mission?” Westerfield sighed. 

    “Shall I show you to your quarters?”

    “No,” the Admiral sighed. “Let’s get this mission started.” Once they were back on the bridge he spoke again. “Captain, may I?”

    “Of course Admiral.”

    “Lieutenant, move us away from the space station.”

    Data worked his magic without saying a word. The sight of Westerfield sent rage through him.

    “May I?” He looked at Wesley.

    “Yes, of course sir.” Wesley got up.

    The old Admiral sat down. He entered co-ordinance into the console. “Captain, she’s your ship.”

    “Engage.” There was no pointing into the vastness of space. To Wesley, this was a bad thing. 

    “Assemble your senior staff; in say, an hour?”

    “Yes, sir.” Picard smiled.

    “And this pretty young lady can show me to my quarters.” He smiled at Counselor Troi. She blushed. Captain Picard nodded yes.

    “This way Admiral.” Deanna led him off the bridge. 

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Chief Miles O’Brien

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