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Questions continued 

“Admiral Westerfield sent her as a Goodwill Ambassador.”

“Keep talking.”

“I met Admiral Westerfield in open space. His ship had broken down. We offered him assistance. We talked about our home worlds. HaBlichians were fascinated by the wonders of his planet. Westerfield thought it would be good if we joined the Federation. The exposure of joining the Federation did appeal to me. So we talked about it, and I allowed the deployment of a Goodwill Ambassador.”

The former president of the Federation appeared. “Where am I? I demand to know.”

“Join us Mr. President.” Admiral Burk implored. He and Westerfield has sat together in a corner of the room.

“Where am I?” He asked again.

“Calm down Mr. President, your turn is coming.” Thor ordered. “So Emperor Mesa, you really Weren’t interested in joining the Federation?”

“No, not really. There would have been no benefit for us, other than the exposure factor. But the more I thought about it, the less I thought it was important. I allowed my daughter to tell me what she thought. She said we already had the biggest port around. We were at peace with most of our neighbors, what could the federation offer us that we didn’t already have?”

“We have already determined that your daughter has more wisdom than you

give her credit for. Why didn’t you listen to her?”

“The pressure from the rest of my cabinet was too great.”

“So you give in to pressure. That is interesting.” All the members of the HaBlich cabinet appeared. There were 24 men.

“Welcome gentlemen.” Thor smiled. They whispered among themselves. “You have a chance here to save the Emperor’s life. I am going to ask you a simple question. If you answer correctly, you will honor the Emperor, if you do not, you will dishonor him. The question is, how many of you voted to have a Goodwill Ambassador deployed from the Federation?” Twelve of the men raised their hands. “Twelve that’s all Emperor. You accepted an Ambassador with a split cabinet?”

“No my lord. The final vote was 20 to 4.”

“So these are the original 12?”

Mesa turned around to face his cabinet. “No,” he called out 4 names. As he called their names the men stepped forward. “Dic, Forto, Sext, and Maddo. These are the 4 men that didn’t want the Federation around.” Those four men disappeared.

“Very good, their lives have been spared. The rest of you will die.” They disappeared, Now Emperor, how did you react to finding out that your Goodwill Ambassador was a woman?”

“At first I thought it was a slap in the face. I thought Westerfield was playing a sick joke. But we allowed her to stay, knowing that other cultures allow women to get more involved.”

The former President looked around confused. “Goodwill Ambassador. What

planet are you from?”

“HaBlich.” The Emperor replied.

“I did not allow a Goodwill Ambassador to go to HaBlich. I would not sign the agreement. I thought it was an unnecessary waste of resources. Your civilization needed to be part of the federation like a blind man needed a flashlight.”

“What use would a blind man do with a flash light?” Data asked.

“That is the point my son.” Thor smiled.

“I see.”

“What makes your planet special?” Thor asked Mesa.

“Special?” Emperor Mesa asked.

“What is abundant on your planet?”

“Gold. My planet is 75% Gold. We use it for everything. We make every thing from jewelry to our homes out of it.”

“Gold? Admiral Westerfield, Gold is a precious commodity isn’t it?”

“It has the potential to be, if in the right hands.” He answered. 

The Sheno Captain Exec Dom appeared. “That is a good place for you,” the

Dom smirked. “On your knees.”

“You Emperor Mesa,” Thor roared, “are condemned to death. You are the

leader of your people. You set the example. Your leadership should inspire good.

Not evil. You are a bad leader, a bad person, and most of all a bad parent.” He disappeared. “Captain Exec Dom.”

He turned toward the direction of the voice. 

“Yes.”

“What are you ships made of?”

“Iridium and platinum. Why?”

“The Enterprise didn’t destroy the Sheno cruiser.” Westerfield blurted out. The wall separating Thor, Worf, Data, and Picard disappeared. They were face to face with Westerfield and the rest of the traitors. The Romulian and two others fell to their knees. “My Lord.” The Romulian spoke, lowering his head out of respect.

“Why are you here?” Thor asked The Romulian.

Before he could speak, the former President asked, “Picard? Jean-Luc Picard?”

“Mr. President.” Picard smiled.

“What is the Federation doing here?”

“Sir, I suggest you ask your Admiral that.” Picard offered. 

“Enough!” Thor roared. “We will get to that part. Now answer my question.”

“I do not know, my Lord.” The Romulian replied.

“Do you recognize anyone in this room?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“The one who just spoke.” He never looked up from the floor.

“Point him out.” He pointed right at Westerfield. “How do you know him?”

“He bought parts from me.”

“What kind of parts?”

“Odd things. 1 belt, 1 bolt, 1 washer, and 2 drivers.”

“Why do you remember these things? Surely you sell thousands of parts everyday.”

“I remember them because they were so different. They went to nothing. They would have fixed nothing.”

“Does anyone in this room have a similar story?” 5 other creatures raised their hands. “How many of you are sure it was this man?” Only 3 hands remained.

“How are you sure?” Each one confirmed that other than the clean appearance, he was the man. “Why are the rest of you unsure?”

One man spoke up. “The voice sounds the same. However, his face was covered.”

“Voice recognition.” Thor laughed. “Do the rest of you agree?” Another man stepped forward. “What about you?”

“The person I sold parts to had a very distorted voice and also was covered.”

“Clever,” Thor smiled. “Very clever. You are all free to go.” Each man bowed with thanks. “We will continue later.”

“Wait no,” the President screamed. “What about us?”

“You will be dealt with. Just not right now. I want you to stay here and think about for what possible reason you could be here. We will be back in half an hour. Maybe.” He laughed. “But what do you care, you aren’t going anyplace.”

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Let the games begin

Thor, Freya, Worf, and Picard were in a different room now. It was a dark room; a light was turned on in another room, revealing an interrogation room. They were behind the glass watching. One by one people started appearing in the room.

“That is Emperor Mesa, Minister Urent, from the HaBlich society.” Picard seemed amazed. Five other members from the society appeared. Picard had never seen them.

Then Princess Sera appeared. She remained calm, very noble. They stood behind the glass and watched. They were startled when Data walked into the room. “My son, how do you feel?” They embraced.

“Weak.”

“Here, have a seat.” A chair developed out of thin air. Data sat as he was instructed. “How is my daughter?”

“She is asleep right now.”

Their attention was drawn back into the interrogation room when it became quiet. Sera spoke, “I said this would happen. I told you our planet would be destroyed from within and not one of you would listen to me. You took the book Mr. Data of the Federation gave me. Saying it was trickery. Who is being tricked now?”

“Shut up woman,” Minister Urent resounded.

She turned her head and stuck up her nose. “As you wish.” 

Thor pushed a small button. “Princess Sera, right?”

“Do not answer that.” Emperor Mesa ordered.

By this time other people has started to show up. A Romulian, some other representatives from societies Picard had never seen before. “This is going to get interesting,” Thor smiled. He pushed the button again, “Princess, is it true that Mr. Data gave you a book?”

“Do not answer that.” Emperor Mesa ordered again.

She looked in the direction Thor’s voice was coming from. “Mr. Data gave me a book of science. It was about all the geologic events that happened on other planets. Things I saw in my dreams. They took the book from me saying it was too powerful to be in a woman’s possession. After they read it, they said those things could never happen. It was all trickery.”

“After the Federation left your planet, what happened?” Thor asked. 

“If you answer them,” Mesa warned. She started to speak. Mesa hauled off and backhanded her, knocking her to the floor. Thor, with the motion of his hand, adhered Mesa to the wall. Data went into the interrogation room, helping Sera out of the floor.

“Thank you.” She wiped her mouth. 

“You are doing fine.” He told her, leaving the room to join his friends once more.

Again Thor spoke, “What happened to your planet?”

“All those things that happened in my dreams. All those things Mr. Data and I  talked about. Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Tsunamis,” she was very careful at pronouncing those geologic terms. She was unsure of herself. “They all happened.

“Why do you think this happened?” Thor asked. 

“We mistreated the Lady Ambassador.”

“I have heard good things about you and things you did for the Lady Ambassador.”

“I did what I could. I wish I could have done more. I was unsure how or unable to do more.”

“We are going to spare your life. You are going to go back to your planet to rule what is left of it with the wisdom you possess. My children seem to think you have the potential to be a great leader, especially my daughter. I want you to always remember why this is happening so that it will never be forgotten. Future generations need not make the same mistake.”

She knelt in the floor. “Thank you sir. I will work night and day to make sure my planet and my people never forget.” She disappeared from the interrogation room and appeared before them. Still kneeling. She raised her head and saw where she was. Thor changed his form in front of her. He changed into a giant HaBlich with bulging eyes, and large fangs. 

“Vater.” Sera bowed even lower to the floor. She disappeared and Thor turned back to the state Picard was used to seeing. He released Mesa from the wall. Three more people appeared in the room. They looked around confused to be there. One was Admiral Burk. 

“Emperor Mesa,” Thor roared. Mesa automatically fell to his knees in the floor. “Spare me oh mighty one.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t know who she was.”

“Would it have mattered?”

“Yes, of course.”

“But she is a woman; a second-class citizen. A child had more rights than she does.” At that a child appeared in the room.

“What’s the boy doing here?” Mesa asked.

“You can’t harm a child.” Picard was appalled.

“Did the child not tell you what happened to make you suspicious of my daughter?”

“He was doing what he should have. Our people are to report anything that happens out of the ordinary.”

“That gave you the right to turn my daughter into a test subject.” 

Westerfield appeared in the room. When he saw all the people that were in this room, he almost passed out.

“Your daughter was different. We thought by studying her we could find ways and means of helping our own people.” Mesa answered. 

“The ways and means for your own people where never the foremost thought when you all caused grave harm to befall my daughter.” 

Emperor Mesa broke down into tears. 

“So all of these people were following direct orders from you?” Thor roared.

“Yes.” He wailed.

“This boy is not the same boy that told on my daughter. He is the son. The boy may live. Youth and innocents need not be destroyed. However, for your families involvement in this atrocity, you will never be able to produce children ever again. This lineage dies with you.” Thor snapped his fingers and the child disappeared. All the remaining members of the HaBlich society lined up behind Emperor Mesa. “Minister Urent, you enjoyed your task as did your assistant. Causing pain to another life should never fill you with joy. They disappeared. The two remaining members, it was obvious they were guards. “You two do what you are told even if it means death. It is often that the messenger gets killed for doing what he is told.” Thor sighed. “I am going to spare you. You are going to guard Empress Sera with your lives. Nothing is to harm her. She will have many dark days ahead of her.” They disappeared. “Now Emperor Mesa, how did my daughter end up on your former planet?”

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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.