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Oh, the many questions 

All of the members of the senior staff, all of Sher’s family entered the throne room. Thor escorted Sher. They walked over to Westerfield’s family. “We have not been properly introduced.” Thor spoke. “I am Thor, Emperor and this is my wife Freya, Emperoress. These are my son’s, each bowed as introduced, “Morpheus, Osiris, Juventus and Horus. This is my only daughter Scheherezade. Westerfield?”

Westerfield sat in silence. 

The oldest lady spoke, “I am Vera, his wife.” His wife rolled out with such disdain it hurt Picard’s heart. 

“I am Meg, his daughter, this is my husband Eric and our daughter Claire.

“May I ask a question?” Claire asked.

“Yes you may.” Thor answered.

“I was taught that Thor was the Norse god of thunder.”

“Yes I am.” He smiled. “Everyone please sit.”

I have no desire to sit through this, I have lived it.” Sher spoke. Thor kissed the top of her hand. She and Data left. Sher called from the doorway, “father?”

“Yes, my child.”

“Does the child really need to see this? There are things young ones need not see.”

Thor thought a moment, “as usual you are right. Will you allow your daughter to go with Sarah?” A young woman appeared at a different door. 

Meg, the child’s mother rubbed her hair. “Yes.”

“Very well,” Thor smiled. When the little girl was out of the room, he smiled, “on with the show.” When they had cleared the room, Thor spoke, “Now, we are all going to watch why Westerfield is here. We are going to start from the beginning of the story and work our way backwards.” 

An image developed out of thin air, it was visible by all. The image was a from office. There was a beautiful Earth female crying at her desk. Sher walked up to her, “Sally, why are you crying?”

“Oh, Sher this is horrible. I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“I am pregnant and when I told Charles about it he freaked out.” She sobbed

even harder. “He is transferring me to Pentarus V.”

“You are joking.”

“No, can you picture it? A pregnant woman on Pentarus V.”

With a gentle hand Sher raised her face, “no one will hurt you there.” She walked away. 

The scene changed, “Sher, you wonderful looking creature you.” Westerfield tried to embrace her, but she deflected him. 

“Save it. Why am I here?”

“We have a possible mission. I just wanted you to be on alert.”

“You called me here for a possible mission?”

“Yes, I did. I had other reasons for wanting to see you.” He winked. “I know about your android lover.”

“Spying on me will get you no where.”

“Oh, it gets me somewhere. I get all kinds of pictures.”

“What would your wife think of this?”

“My wife will never know. Tell me, what does he have that I don’t have. Why would an angel like yourself want to have any type of relationship with a machine?” Westerfield shuttered.

“Two reasons come to mind very quickly.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, a backbone and bigger balls.” She walked away.

The scene changed. Sher was on HaBlich. She was talking to a young boy, they were playing by a pond. She cut her hand. The next day she was talking to the same boy. The cut on her hand was gone.

The scene changed, Sher was in the cage where the Enterprise crew found her. Everything that was done to her was shown. Beverly cringed. Deanna was crying. 

Worf was in shock. He jumped to his feet. “How is she alive?” The images stopped. 

“That is a very good question Mr. Worf. If it had not been for Mr. Data,  Sher would not be alive.”

Beverly turned to Jean-Luc. He was staring at Westerfield. There was no

expression on Westerfields face.

“Charles, you sent her to this horrible place?” Vera asked.

“There is always the possibility of danger.” He spoke.

“This danger was avoidable. She should have never been there in the first place.” Data’s voice echoed through the throne room. He and Sher had been sitting in the back of the room.

“She was doing her job.”

“Yes, I was. A job that didn’t exist.”

“Charles, are these allegations true?” Vera asked.

“I did send her to HaBlich.”

“Yes, you did. An unauthorized mission, admitted from the Presidents lips.” Thor replied. 

Westerfield didn’t respond.

The image started playing from where it stopped. They watched Data, Worf, Deanna, and Sera removing Sher from her cell. They saw Sher being frozen.

They watched Beverly fighting Westerfield against injecting her. They watche the interrogations as they unfolded. Finally they understood why Westerfield’s cage was made from gold. The images stopped at the moment where they were.

“Well you son-of-a-bitch,” Vera screamed. “How are you going to get yourself out of this one? I have known for years that you disregarded life, I had no idea how much.”

“All of your material possessions have been destroyed.” Thor reported. “You have your family or your precious gold!”

Westerfield remained silent. 

“Dad you would choose gold over us?” Meg asked.

Still there was no answer. Sher started to collapse. Data caught her. He sat down and she sat on his lap.

Westerfield whipped his head around to watch that. When nothing else could get a response out of him, her actions could. 

Vera was furious. “Bastard!” She screamed. “You dirty bastard.” She slid down the glass to the floor crying.

His cage started rocking back and forth. Slowly at first, then with each passing minute it began to move more. He clung to the bars. “What the?” He was losing his grip. He looked at Thor. “Stop this! Stop this!”

“My daughter never begged for the HaBlich to stop, why should you?”

“Stop this now!”

“I would if I was the one doing it.”

“Stop all of you stop!” Still the cage rocked faster.

Sher passed out. Q appeared from behind the cage. He was the one rocking it.

“I am going to take her to bed.” Data stood up carrying her.

“Q, you bastard!” Westerfield shouted.

Q held his hand as if he was choking Westerfield, who began to gag. “Unlike my mild mannered friends here. I don’t need proof in order to justify killing you.” 

Westerfield stomped his feet against the bottom of the cage. “No!” 

“Dad do something,” Meg begged.

“So you have your family begging for your worthless life?”

“He is ours Q.” Thor spoke in a calm voice.

“Kill him.” Q roared. “Kill him!”

“We will have undisputed proof.”

“What more proof do you need?”

Q don’t do this.” Freya spoke to him. Westerfield was starting to turn blue.

“You know Sher wouldn’t want this.”

Q thought about it for a moment before letting him go. Westerfield coughed and gagged. 

“Bastard.” He hissed, rubbing his throat.

Q laughed. “Think of it, me a bastard. I know who brought me in to this world.

Do you?” He laughed some more.

“Stupid human.”

Deanna felt a sharp pain of sadness ripple through Picard. After all, he and Westerfield had been friends for a long time. From the looks of things, his friend was guilty of the crime he was charged with.

“Oh, you want to watch something?” Q cried. “I have a movie for you.” He suspended Westerfield in his cage with his right hand. 

“Get out of my head!” Westerfield screamed. 

With his left hand, Q started an image in the middle of the room. A Shenoian warrior was standing beside a ship. “Do you accept the job? The voice was very much Westerfield’s. 

“Payment on completion?” The warrior asked. 

“More payment than you can ever use.” The warrior received a large box. 

The image changed, Sher was sitting on her patio, basking in the sun. It was obvious she was being watched. When she got up to go in the house, she was attacked. Even though she put up a good fight, the warrior hit her with something that took her down. With brut force, the warrior tore her from her chest to her abdomen. The warrior shoved his hand inside her body and pulled out a fetus. The little hands and feet had started to form. 

The image changed again, the inside of a cave appeared. Everyone heard a voice that very much sounded like Westerfield, “she was pregnant. What an added bonus. You shall be rewarded handsomely for this.” The cave was soon filled with food and the warrior hungrily ate. 

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Legacy destroyed?

“Well dad, why is your cage made out of gold?” Meg asked. 

Picard walked from behind the throne pedestal. “Jean-Luc,” Vera called. “Get us out of here.” 

“I am afraid I can’t do that. I would be endangering your lives more than what they already are.” Picard answered with a heavy heart. 

“What was the message from Star Fleet about?” Westerfield snapped.

“Your home town is being destroyed.” Picard sighed.

“Destroyed how?” He was on his knees now.

“Everything and everyone that would not flee has been burnt. They are claiming it was a freak lightning strike.

“The weather grids missed it? How?”

“It went through the weather grids.”

“Your home has been destroyed as well. Everything that had your name

attached to it has been wiped clean.”

“No!” He screamed, shaking his cage.

“It doesn’t matter that your family is safely with you does it?” Data asked spoke from the shadows.

Westerfield screamed. “You have no right. You android looking piece of non-human machinery!”

“Your words can not hurt me. You have done more damage with your actions.” Data responded.

“Not enough!” Not enough!” He sobbed. “Not enough.”

Data stared at Eric for a long time. “What is so trashy about you? You look clean and well kept to me?”

“You son of a bitch.” Westerfield growled.

“My husband is not trashy.” His daughter screamed.

“Vera, right?” Data asked the wife.

“Yes.”

“I am an android. I am a piece of machinery. And I will tell you this. Your husband has what he values most in life around him.”

“Bastard!” Westerfield screamed.

“Charles, someone told me that I really didn’t know you. That you are the right hand of Satan. I defended you then.” Picard glanced at Westerfields family. “I can’t defend you anymore.”