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“It was found in his quarters,” Worf growled.
“That isn’t enough.” Picard recoiled.
“Why are you so eager to hang Westerfield out to dry?” Deanna asked.
Data just glared at her.
“No one is out to get Westerfield.” Picard sighed. “The evidence is pointing to him.”
“Data?” Wil asked, “What is the name of this planet?”
Data never looked up from the recorder. “It is commonly known as Paradise.
The technical name is Turritropolis.”
“Do you want Westerfield to be convicted of this crime Data?” Deanna asked.
“I want the guilty party convicted. If it happens to be Westerfield, so be it.”
“He is a Federation Officer. Do you think this form of trial is agreeable?”
“Considering that the former President of the Federation did not complain about it. I have no reason to question it.” He handed the recorder back to Beverly.
“From the sounds of this, this is not 100% proof.” Deanna was pushing all the right buttons. Data could feel himself getting angry.
“99.99%”
“What about that .001 percent that could clear him?”
“Mr. Worf, Mr. La Forge, I want the two of you to test that platinum seven ways from Sunday. If that is the one piece of evidence, that can clear Admiral Westerfield, I want to know it. I want to know everything there is to know about it. Lenox will be here in a minute to join you.”
When Lenox arrived, the three of them disappeared aboard the Enterprise.
“Okay, what is next?” Beverly asked.
“Present your findings to the council.” Data responded.
“The council?” She gasped.
“Yes, the council.” He looked at her. Her eyes were as big as quarters. “Do not worry. You have nothing to fear. Come.”
“Now!”
“There is no time better than the present.” They all walked to the throne room.
Thor and Freya where sitting on their thrones. Chairs had been added in front of them. Everyone sat down. The sons were lined up diagonally down the stairs on Freya’s right side. Data had left his companions.
Beverly couldn’t believe she went from excited to scared to death in a matter of minutes. Everyone had noticed Westerfield in his cage hanging from the ceiling. His family boxed up beside of him. Deanna felt a range of emotions from desperate sorrow to anger.
Data appeared from a corner door, escorting Sher.
Her parents stood up as she walked into the room. The emotions in the room changed to joy and impending doom. Data helped Sher sit down. She was still weak but recovering well. Data walked over and address Thor and Freya. “Dr. Crusher has finished her research.” He extended his hand to Beverly. She stood in front of Thor and Freya. “There is no need to be nervous.” Data whispered in her ear.
Dr. Crusher told them everything she had told her friends outside.
“Interesting,” Thor roared. “What do you have to say for yourself Westerfield?”
Just as calm as he could he said, “Prove it.”
“Dad, just tell them you had nothing to do with this. Tell them.” His daughter pleaded.
“Yes tell them.” Sher stood up, “have you told your family during all this free time you have just hanging around, why your cage is platinum and gold?”
“No,” his son-in-law spoke.
“Oh, so you have a voice?” Sher smirked.
“Yes, I do.” He responded.
“Do you have a name?”
“Eric.”
“Well Eric, perhaps this family needs to communicate more.”
“Captain! Captain!” Lieutenant Barkley came running into the room. When he realized where he was, he froze. “I am so sorry. Forgive me,he bowed. He swallowed hard. “I um, have a um message for the Captain.”
“Go ahead.” Thor smiled.
“Of course.” Barkley stammered. “Sir you, Lieutenant Commander La Forge sent me to tell you have a message from Star Fleet waiting on you in your ready room.”
“Go.” Thor waved to the door. Captain Picard walked out with Lieutenant Barkley.
Thor roared with laughter. “Life is about to get interesting around here.”
“What have you done?” Sher asked.
“Oh, it is a surprise my child. A wonderful surprise.” He walked down from his pedestal and wrapped his arms around his daughter. “Let’s go do something more pleasing.”
Once again Westerfield and his family were alone.
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