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It didn’t work
They moved Sher and Data to a bedroom, laying them side by side on a bed.
A woman entered the chamber. It was then Picard noticed the two brothers had followed them. “Freya, my wife, her mother. I am Thor, her father.” Thor introduced, Picard and Worf to his wife.
“The oracle didn’t work?” Freya asked.
“No it didn’t.” Thor sighed.
Freya knelt by Data, stroking his forehead. He moaned. “Data, tell me what happened.”
“I can,” he paused, “tell you what I know. Take it.” He offered.
She placed a hand on either side of his head. She saw everything that he had been through since this journey began. He grabbed Sher’s hand as Freya read his memory.
Thor took Sher’s other hand, with Data’s energy, they were able to access what Sher had been through. Data was also able to find out the full depth of what had happened. When they were finished, there was absolute silence in the room.
Thor and Freya were in shock.
“Isn’t this nice?” Freya hissed.
“Nice,” Thor roared shaking the entire room. “Heads will roll.”
Two different men entered the chamber; one ancient Roman and a different Egyptian. “My sons we have work to do.”
“Sir,” Worf growled. “I understand wanting to avenge the wrong that has occurred here.” He bowed. “However, should we not do whatever we can to save the lives of the ones we care about? Vengeance can wait, sir.”
Thor growled back. He thought for a moment, “here is what we do, everyone that has had a hand in this bring them in for questioning. I want answers and I want them now. You have your targets, go collect the dead.” The four sons disappeared. Thor and Freya remained. “Our baby is going to die.” There was so much emotion in Thor’s voice.
“The oracle didn’t work.”
Freya added, “so what do we try now? The oracle has always worked.”
“Data mentioned something about her not having any energy left.” Thor was thinking out loud.
“Is there anything we can do?” Picard asked.
With a trembling hand, she reached up to her father. He took it, almost in tears. She and Data were still holding hands. “I love you.” He fell to his knees in the floor. “Keep,”
she hissed, “a constant eye on DaTa.” She let go of Data’s hand.
“What is happening?” Picard asked.
Freya spoke, “Data was transferring his energy to her so that she could communicate with us. Now that she has let go of him, she is on her own.” Two men entered the room, one was Damien the gatekeeper, his face was swollen from the slap he had received by Sher’s hand; the other man was dressed like him. “Picard, you have met Damien, my gatekeeper. The other gentleman is Sout. Sout is Freya’s gatekeeper.”
“They are extremely loyal.” Picard voiced.
“To the death.” Freya answered.
Another man dressed like an Ancient Greek entered the chamber. He looked strange to Picard. Greek, yet not.
“Lenox will show you to our communications center.” Thor spoke. Lenox was a short man with flaming red hair. He reminded Picard of Cupid.
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