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    Worf, Wil, and Data were sitting in Ten-Forward trying to wind down from a very eventful afternoon. 

    “What do you make of all of this Data?” Wil asked.

    “I am unsure. I cannot help but think nothing good is going to come from this.”

    The alien from Aungous 5 that had confronted Data in sick bay walked up to the officer’s table. “Mr. Worf, you are a warrior. Don’t you feel your Klingon blood burning?”

    Wil shot him a ‘how dare you interrupt us’ stare. “We are trying to have a quiet drink.” He scolded.

    “Why does my Klingon blood interest you?”

    “You are a warrior, bred, and born into combat. Don’t you feel the desire in you to destroy something?”

    “The difference between a warrior and a barbarian is knowing when and where to destroy something.

    “Please, you must show me how you are controlling the burn. It is driving me insane.” 

    “What is your name?” Worf growled.

    “Angus.”

    “Angus, meet Commander Riker and Lieutenant Commander Data.”

    Angus looked at Data.

    “We have met,” Data remarked. “How are your ears?”

    Fine, your head?”

    He growled, “You have to fix this.” Angus stopped suddenly as his attention was drawn out the window. “Oh no.” He hissed. “Hide that where no one can see it.”

    “Since it is about half the size of the Enterprise, where would you suggest we hide it?” Data asked.

    “You must. The Jormungand is recognized by many cultures as what it is. All mankind is caught within his coils. Are you so naïve that you think mankind only applies to humans? Mr. Worf, you have heard of the cha’Do’?”

    “Yes, it is a bird. Not much is known about it.”

    “Perhaps you should study up on your mythology sir. Our ghbDaQ is calling to us.” Angus left.

    “What was that about?” Will asked.

    “I have no idea. I am very confused.”

    “ghubDaQ?” Data asked.

    “First born child.” Worf answered. 

“Nothing about that encounter made sense.”

    “Are you having problems Worf?” Wil asked now concerned.

    Worf cleared his throat. “I am having problems sleeping at night. Which is causing me not to want to focus during the day.” 

    “You are doing a fine job hiding this.”

    “I am supposed too.” He hissed. 

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Jo?

  “So you are Mr. Data?” A feminine voice asked. 

    He turned around expecting someone to be there. But there was nothing.

    “Yes.” He continued to look around him.

    “You will not find what you are looking for. You may call me Jo. Short for Jornumgand of course.”

    “But the voice I heard before was male.”

    “I can be male if you want me to be. I thought you would enjoy this more.”

    “I was expecting you to be taller.”

    “What?”

    “All I have of you is a description. Soon everything will come back to you. You will remember what all of my knobs and levers are for.”

    “I will?” He was very confused.

    “It is like riding a bicycle, once you learn, you never forget.” He heard a giggle. “You credit Dr. Soong as being your father don’t you?”

    “You use contractions.”

    “Would you prefer I didn’t?”

    “No,” he sighed. “Yes, I credit Dr. Soong as my father.”

    “Why?” 

    “He created me.”

    “And Mrs. Soong as your mother?”

    “Yes.”

    “Very well, then I shall call you my father.”

    Data looked around the rooms they had just been through. “Why?” He questioned slowly as he walked.

    “You don’t remember anything?”

    “I am having difficulty with remembering lots of things.”

    “That’s alright.” He stopped in the ballroom. “You are my father because you created me.”

    “I did?”

    “Yes. Well, you helped.”

    “Do you want me to help you figure this out or do you want to figure it out on your own?”

    “I need to do this on my own.”

    “Very well.” There was a moment of silence. “Father,” followed by a childish giggle. “Too cool.”

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Bedroom 

    Wil’s communicator beeped. “Report!” Captain Picard said sternly.

    “Still trying to locate the bridge sir.”

    “Keep at it.”

    “Yes sir.”

    At the end of the hall was a door they had not noticed earlier. The door slid open and they stepped inside.

    “A turbo lift,” Deanna observed.

    “Going up.” A very masculine voice proclaimed.

    “Is there a down?” Deanna asked not expecting a reply.

    “Yes, but you can’t go there.”

    “She jumped. “Oh,” and took a deep breath.

    The door slid open into another hallway. This hallway had tall glass cases along it.

    “What are these?” Wil asked.

    “Clothing!” Deanna exclaimed.

    Wil walked past a door; it slid open revealing a large bedroom. The walls were painted jade. It was decorated in an Asian design. A golden dragon hung above the bed on the wall. The bed was imperial red with golden symbols and dragons covering it. On each side of the bed were black with golden dragon rugs. In the left corner of the room was a wooden shaji screen. On either side of the bed stood a four drawer altar table. About five feet from the bed on the right was an open doorway. On the back wall of the doorway was a window. The window accessories matched the bed set, imperial red, bamboo leaves reached from around the corner. 

    “What’s back there?” Wil asked.

    “A bathroom.” Data answered without raising his glance from the floor.

    The wall directly behind them was fashioned to look like the shaji screen. The far right wall had a four-piece set of artwork panels. The panels were black with gold artwork. Each panel depicted a noble lady. Under the panels was a tured tansu chest.

    Data made for the nearest door, which was beside the panels. It opened up into another hallway with three doors. He chose the door to their left. They noticed on the wall a two-piece wall globe of Earth, in sculpted metal with a gold finish.

    “My stars,” Geordi sighed.

    In the center of the room was a large island.

    “It’s a kitchen,” Wil observe.

    “What makes you think this is a kitchen?” Geordi asked.

    Along three walls were silver doors. Data opened a set revealing canned food.

    “How much food is there here?” Deanna gasped. 

    “Enough to feed 4 people for a month.” Data answered.

    They left this room going straight through the hall toward the farthest door. Another wall hanging caught Deanna’s attention. It was an infinity wall mirror. Its gold sun like rays seemed to dance against the wall.

    “Deanna,” Wil called.

    He had broken the trance like state the mirror had on her.

    When the farthest set of doors opened Deanna said, “Well, it’s about time.”

    Wil tapped his communicator. “Captain, we have arrived on the bridge.”

    “There are five creatures Captain. All dead.” Data reported as he stood over one.

    “What do you make of it?” Jean-Luc asked.

    “It would appear sir that they have stolen the ship. It will take several minutes to figure out these settings.” Data busied himself at the controls.

    “You keep at it. Would you like some help?” 

    “No, Captain, I think I can get a handle on this.”

    “Good, the rest of you return to the Enterprise.”

    “Yes sir.” They said in unison.

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Luminaria

    “Geordi, Geordi,” a child’s voice filled the room. The walls changed to show a field. The room became one continuous image. “Geordi?” The little voice called. “Don’t run so fast.” A smaller child was chasing after him. Geordi, about 10 years old, stopped, stomping the ground with his foot, “come on,” he said in frustration. 

    Geordi jumped up out of the chair. The room flashed back to its white state. He was shocked.

    “Geordi?” Deanna called his name, with a calm voice.

    “I remember that. But how did it take thoughts and transform them into images?” 

    Data sat in the chair. Again the room went dark, the lights danced all around them. A study appeared before them. Data and Geordi knew where they were. The smell of her perfume flooded Data’s senses. The scene changed on the walls, there was a stone patio and wall. The wind was blowing gently through the leaves. “You seem upset.” Data voiced.

    “I have been called to duty.” Geordi recognized her accent.

    “Where are you going?”

    “I don’t know. Westerfield wouldn’t tell me.”

    “Is that a bad thing?”

    “Yes, it is. This stinks. He called me to his office two weeks ago telling me there could be a possible mission. A possible mission means that only he and maybe 3 other Admirals know about it; a likely mission means that the Admiral panel has reviewed the proposal; a mission means that the President has signed off on it. He calls me this morning to tell me he has a green light to do the mission. Right!” She said in frustration. “You do not get 10 old men and 5 battle axes to agree on anything in two weeks.”

    “Why does,” Data thought for a minute, “going to work upset you so?”

    She smiled, “you have been paying attention. My vacation isn’t up. The last mission I was on was mentally and physically exhausting. I took extra time to recover.” The scene shifted to include a table and two chairs. Data was sitting with his back to the wall. “This is just wrong. I haven’t received a pack regarding the mission or anything. Just a set of coordinates that match nothing the Federation has to offer.” 

    “Decline the mission.”

    “It isn’t that simple.” She sighed. “Then when I am in his office, he tries to get me to sleep with him.”

    “That is immoral?”

    “Yes, it is. Especially when the good Admiral Charles Westerfield is married. They have 2 children. He is such a sleaze. I knew his last receptionist well. She was a pretty little thing. He got her pregnant. They proved it was his baby. DNA is such a wonderful thing. He tried to get her to have an abortion. When she wouldn’t, he had her shipped off to Pentarus V.”

    “Sleaze?”

    “Immoral.”

    “Oh. What are you going to do?”

    “Go off to Ten-Buck-Two in the middle of freaking nowhere. I don’t know if you ever plan on attending Star Fleet. If you choose too someday, keep the hell away from that man. He must have screwed his way to become an Admiral. He surely didn’t work his way to that position.”

    “Screwed?”

    “Sleep with anyone that would sleep with him to get what he wanted.”

    “Oh.”

    “I hope darlin’ that someday your emotions will develop to include a sixth sense. Or intuition most folks call it. It tells you a lot about the people you meet. Like Noonien and Juliana, I like her but would prefer to hurt him. But being around Westerfield makes me feel dirty. And I can’t stand for him to touch me.”

    He got up out of the chair. The images stopped. “That is enough of that.” 

    “What that is that thing?” Wil asked. Deanna had scooted next to him. 

    “It is a luminaria.” Data answered.

    “I have heard of those,” Geordi exclaimed. “I didn’t think one could exist.”

    “Why?” Deanna asked.

    It takes light waves and generates images of thoughts.” Data explained as he walked out of the room.