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“Admiral Burk,” Thor growled, startling everyone, “why was a Goodwill Ambassador sent to HaBlich?”
“Admiral Westerfield made the prospects sound great.”
“Did you toil over the idea of sending someone there?”
“No, not at all. The potential for a strong partnership was too appealing.”
“So you went behind the Presidents back and sent a Goodwill Ambassador to
a planet that really didn’t want you there?”
“At first I was unaware that the President wasn’t for this. I was not on the Goodwill Committee. Two months into the process an admiral retired and I was asked to replace her. I agreed. We felt this was a great opportunity to persuade the others to join our side.”
“Did you know the planet was made mostly of Gold?”
“Yes.”
“Did you think you would be able to get your hands on some of that gold?”
“Yes. I had just as good a chance as anyone.”
“So you sent a Goodwill Ambassador to HaBlich under what pretenses?”
“Under the pretense that HaBlich wanted to join the Federation. They were willing and ready.”
“And this was justified how?”
“Money justifies everything.”
“Mr. President how does that make you feel?”
“I am going to recommend your court marshal. This is an outrage. How dare you defy orders in such a manner. You all knew I was against this. You two were the only members on the panel that thought this was a good idea.”
“Two admirals out of 10. What great numbers?” Admiral Burk disappeared.
“Thank you Mr. President, you will not have to worry about a court marshal. We take care of our own.” The President disappeared.
A family appeared in the room. “Grandpa,” the little blonde girl squealed.
“Grandpa!” She ran to Admiral Westerfield with her arms open. He knelt catching her, picking her up.
“Charles, where are we.” The older lady asked.
“Vera,” Picard called her name.
“Jean-Luc, what is going on here?”
“I am afraid we are all going to have to find out together.”
With a wave of his hand, Thor put the little girl in her mother’s arms. They found themselves in the throne room. Freya took her rightful place beside Thor. Their sons stood at the bottom of the throne by order of birth. Picard, Worf, and Q were standing in front of the throne. Westerfield was in a cage. Caged like a bird.
“Grandpa!” The little girl screamed. The family was in a clear square box. They looked like mimes playing in the street. “Grandpa!”
“Allow me to explain why you are here,” Thor boomed over the screaming child. “You are here because your Grandpa is our sole suspect in this case.”
Data walked into the room. “It is finished.”
“And?” Freya jumped to her feet.
“As of now, there are no signs of the organism in her blood stream. Dr.
Crusher has taken the filters to the Enterprise for further study. She is going to study the film discovered in Westerfield’s quarters.”
“Very good. Very good, my son.” Thor hugged him around the shoulders. “You
go rest. That is an order. I can’t have two of my children ill.”
“Data isn’t your child!” Westerfield screamed. “He is a machine! A machine! He
can never be a man!”
Data broke loose of Thor, “is that what this is about? Jealousy! I spent 10 years of my life with the most wonderful creature ever created and you couldn’t stand it. Is that why you sent her off to Ten-Buck-Two? Jealousy!”
“Charles. What is he talking about?” Vera asked.
“Nothing Vera honey. Nothing.”
“You are going to think nothing.” Data walked away.
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