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MOVE!
“Data, what is this?” Deanna asked after everyone had left.
“I am afraid to say what I think. That would make this real and,” he drew a sharp breath through his teeth. “I do not want it to be real.” He sat down toward the middle of the mass.
Deanna sat down toward what might have been the head of the mass.
Data looked up, a Sparrow was sitting; in to what look like to Deanna, thin air. “Is Jo in orbit, my prince?”
Deanna looked at Data, they both looked at the bird.
In unison they said, “what?”
Then it hit Data what Jo was, “yes.” He answered with caution.
The sparrow flew away.
Deanna looked at him with shock but didn’t have the courage to speak about the sparrow. She looked down at the mass. “Whatever it is. It is alive. But barely.”
After several hours Princess Sera returned. “Data, please. Get her out of here.”
“Her?” Deanna questioned.
“Yes, her.” Your comrade has returned with the bodies of our dead. He brought a shuttlecraft. Now is the perfect time for you to get her out of here.”
“How would I do that?” Data asked in frustration.
Worf appeared from behind the princess. “I know with the strength the two of you have, you can move her.”
“It is not the strength aspect of moving her. It is the solidity aspect. She is not a solid object.”
Princess Sera walked over to a control panel. The slab detached from the floor.
“Okay,” Deanna observed, “where is the shuttlecraft?”
“Right outside the doors,” Worf answered.
Deanna moved out of the way. Data and Worf tried to move the slab across the floor. With a strained combined effort, they were only able to move the slab 3 inches. Deanna rounded a corner with a cart.
“How are we going to do this?” Data asked to himself more than to his friends around him. “Pandora, if you are still here, we could sure use your help.” A monkey grunted as it stepped from behind Worf and into the room. They watched as the monkey jumped up onto the control panel and started randomly pushing buttons. It hooted and barked as soft noises emanated from the control panel. The monkey hooted wildly as the slab began to levitate. Worf slid the cart under it.
To Deanna’s shock, the weight of the slab didn’t break the cart. How was that possible? Worf and Data couldn’t move it. Its weight has to be tremendous.
When they made it to the door, the gelatin mass began to sizzle from the heat of the sun. Sera stopped them. “Here,” she took her cape off. “Cover her up.” They were able to load her on the shuttle craft. Once loaded, Sera spoke, “we have made a terrible mistake. My people, I know will pay for this mistake dearly.” Data departed in the shuttlecraft.
Deanna, Worf and Sera rejoined the rest of the group. “Captain,” Sera shook his hand. “Thank you for returning our dead to us. I hope that if our paths cross again, it will not be a sad event.”
“Thank you for your hospitality.” Picard bowed.
They were transported back to the Enterprise.
The Emperor looked at his daughter, “you gave her to him didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did. I will do whatever I have to in order for my planet to survive. Even if it means disobeying you.”
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