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Once on the planet’s surface, Data started taking readings. “There is no need for that.” Westerfield scolded. Data slipped the tricorder back into its holster but left it on. They had beamed down into what looked like a courtyard. It was literately paved with gold. Flowering trees had golden boxes around their trunks.
“Charles!” the little round emperor threw up his hands in excitement. “Charles!” Two people followed him. One was Minister Urent, the other was a lady.
“Emperor Mesa!” Westerfield threw up his arms in return.
Westerfield and the Emperor embraced. “How are have you been?”
“Fine your majesty, just fine.”
“It’s been too long my friend.”
“Indeed it has.”
“You remember Minister Urent?”
“Yes, of course.” They shock hands.
“And this is my daughter, Sera.”
“Enchanted your highness.” He bowed, kissing her hand.
Sera gave the impression that she was bored with Westerfield’s presents.
“Allow me to introduce my colleagues; Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Lieutenant Commander Worf, Lieutenant Commander Data, and the lovely Counselor Deanna Troi.”
“Come, come.” They followed the emperor into a great hall. “This occasion calls for a feast.” Immediately people stated coming out with great plates of food and barrels of drink.
Data noticed that Sera was staring at him. He gave a slight bow. She turned her gaze in another direction.
Throughout the course of the meal, the emperor never asked Westerfield why he was there nor did Westerfield bring up the Goodwill Ambassador.
“My servants have prepared rooms for all of you. It will give me great pleasure if you will stay the night.”
“Of course.” Westerfield chimed in.
“Tomorrow, I will give you a personal tour of my wonderful, peaceful, home.”
Westerfield and the emperor walked off with their arms around each other. The crew was shown to their rooms.
After dark, Data began to explore his room. He found the door leading to the hall, it was guarded. He then found another door that was locked. He lightly knocked on it.
After several minutes of silence, he head Troi’s voice, very low, “hello?”
“It’s Data, can you unlock the door from your side?”
He head a lock click. “Data, it is good to see a familiar face. The place gives me the creeps.”
“There is a guard outside my door. I would speculate there is once outside yours as well.”
“So we are prisoners here?”
“Do you hear something?”
“Yes,” he walked to the bed; Deanna was hot on his heels. He stopped, listening. He walked over to a window, pulled the drapes, lifted the glass, and there was Picard. “Hello Captain.” Data helped him in.
Your room is much nicer than mine.” He looked around, as he brushed himself off.
“This is Counselor Troi’s room.”
A bookcase in the corner of the room moved. From behind it stepped Worf. “Interesting set up. I don’t like it at all.” He remarked gruffly.
“Well at least we are together.” Deanna sat on the bed.
“What is our current situation?” Picard asked.
“We are in unfamiliar territory, our exits are guarded. So we can’t go wondering off on our own.” Worf reported.
Picard tapped his communicator, “go ahead Captain.” It was Wil’s voice.
“Just checking in Commander Riker. All is well.”
“Very good sir.”
“Interesting.” Data commented.
“We must assume that we are being listened to or at least watched.”
“If that is the case, let’s return to our prospective rooms. We know that if we need to, we can reach each other.” Data voiced.
“Agreed.” Picard nodded. Everyone left.
“No,” Deanna whispered. “I don’t like that plan. I am not ashamed to say that I am a little scared.”
“If you need us, scream.” Data suggested.
“Right scream.” She scoffed.
“It will be fine.” Picard reassured her.
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