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Remembrance
When the group materialized on the transporter pad, Westerfield said, “Now do you understand why it is so important for the Federation to befriend these people? They are amazing.” He giggled. Almost giddy.
“Westerfield, did we reach the objective of our mission?” Picard scolded.
Data stepped into the transporter room as Westerfield spoke. “Yes, the Emperor assured me that everyone was fine,” grinning from ear to ear.
“He did?” Picard frowned.
“Yes, now let’s go home.”
The Enterprise jerked into motion. Picard tapped his communicator, “what’s going on up there?”
“We don’t know,” Wil responded.
Picard tapped his communicator again. “Senior staff to the bridge.” Everyone rushed out of the transporter room, returning to their stations.
“Talk to me.” Picard barked.
“It seemed the moment I got confirmation that everyone was safely back on board the Enterprise, we started moving.” Wil reported.
“Geordi, what’s going on down there?”
“We are not sure yet. We haven’t engaged the warp drive.”
“We are moving at warp 7,” Data reported. “The Jormungad is in tow.”
“Do we have a tractor beam on the Jormungad?” Wil asked.
“No sir.” Worf answered. “The Jormungad is being pulled with us.”
“Great. Now where are we going?” Picard asked.
Westerfield shook his head almost in panic. “I have no idea.”
“We are bing pulled away from the HaBlich; however, our direction does not take us to Earth.” Data turned around in his chair watching the expressions of all his friends.
Home. Home. Data heard repeated in his head. Home
“What is it Mr. Data?” Picard asked, noticing the slight change in his expression.
“Home sir. We are going home.”
“Where is home?” Westerfield snapped.
“I have no idea.” Data turned away from him after he answered.
“Go over to the Jormungad, see if its star charts can help us.” Picard sighed.
“Yes sir.” Data left.
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