Capítulo 32: Season 2: Episode 15 - Lonely Among Us
Episode 15 - Lonely Among Us
Stardate: 41249.3
Earth Standard Date: April 1, 2364.
Location: USS Enterprise-D
Captain Picard tugged at the stiff collar of his dress uniform as he stood rigidly at attention beside Commander Riker and Lieutenant Yar in the transporter room. Though the captain's uniform hung perfectly tailored on his lean frame, the starched material chafed against his neck. Riker subtly shifted his weight to relax his stiff pose. The three officers waited in silence for their guest to arrive, the only sound the gentle everpresent thrum of the Enterprise's engines.
The group of delegates began to materialize on the transporter pad. Picard took in the snake-like bipeds before them, their long robes swishing as they stepped forward.
"I'm Captain Picard," he said, his voice carrying its normal authority but tempered by a diplomatic overture. "Welcome aboard. We hope your journey will be pleasant and comfortable." He gestured to his right. "Arranging that will be my First Officer, Commander Riker."
Riker stepped forward with a warm smile on his face. "Welcome aboard," he echoed. "If you'll follow me, I will show you the accommodations that we've…"
The Selay delegate in the orange cloak cut him off, its forked tongue flicking out as it spoke. "We can already smell the Anticans. They were taken aboard first?"
Picard's expression remained neutral. "Only because their world was the first on this heading to Parliament," he explained calmly.
The Selay's scales rippled with agitation. "Will our quarters be near the Anticans?"
Riker answered quickly, "About one hundred meters apart."
Picard raised an eyebrow. "Is that all right?"
"No," the Selay hissed. "Unsatisfactory."
Riker's smile never wavered, though a crease appeared between his brows. "I believe we can accommodate your wishes. We'll adjust the suite assignments… If you'll follow me."
As they turned to leave, the Selay added, "And we must be upwind from the Anticans."
"Of course, sir," Riker replied, his tone carefully neutral as he led the delegation out of the transporter room.
Once the doors hissed shut behind them, Tasha turned to Picard. "Neither of these groups seems like promising Federation candidates, sir."
The captain's lips thinned into a grim line. "Even Parliament's peacemakers may find this case a little difficult."
After settling the delegation, Picard and Riker stood on the bridge discussing the situation, now back in their standard uniforms. "But do you understand the basis of all this nonsense between them?"
Riker shook his head. "No sir. Even when I studied Earth history I didn't understand that kind of hostility."
"Really? Oh, yes, well these life forms feel such passionate hatred over matters of custom, God concepts, even, strangely enough, economic systems."
Riker added, "Perhaps Mr. Tyson could provide some insight. He comes from a time where such disagreements were common."
Their conversation was interrupted by Data's crisp voice. "Sir, my sensors are picking up an unusual energy object ahead."
Picard's attention snapped back to the present. "On screen."
The viewscreen flickered to life, revealing a swirling mass of blue energy. Tasha spoke up from the tactical station. "Confirmed, sir. My sensors read nothing solid but considerable energy in changing patterns."
Data's eyes moved rapidly as he processed the information. "Also traveling at warp speed, sir. Intriguing. I can find no match with anything in our records, sir."
Picard stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Change course to make a close sensor pass. We can then increase warp speed and reach Parliament on schedule."
"Aye, sir," Data responded.
— Star Jumper —
Geordi and Worf were hunched over a long bank of flickering viewscreens in the Sensor Maintenance bay. Geordi no longer wore his visor as he monitored the streams of data. Worf's ridged brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to understand the readings.
"So, Worf," Geordi said, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice, "what's got you so interested in routine sensor maintenance? This is pretty mundane stuff."
"It is simple, Geordi. Our captain wants his junior officers to embrace every opportunity to learn and improve their skills. I aim to honor that."
Geordi chuckled, clapping a hand on the Klingon's broad shoulder. "Not just the junior ones, my friend. Senior officers have plenty still to learn too." He pointed to an open panel. "Okay hold this relay offline while I adjust the sensor circuits."
Worf gave a curt nod and moved into position. His large hands engulfed the delicate relay as he waited for Geordi's cue. The engineer's deft fingers moved across the circuits, tweaking and tuning the sensors to peak efficiency.
As they worked, Tasha's voice came through the comm system. "Security to Sensor Maintenance."
Geordi straightened up, his hand moving to his badge. "Lieutenant La Forge here."
"We're making a close sensor pass on an unusual object, Geordi. Any problems down there?"
Geordi responded, "Not at all, Lieutenant. All equipment online and functioning."
Tasha reported to the captain. "Sensors ready, sir."
Picard stood at the center of the bridge, he asked, "Life form reading?"
"No life form reading, sir." Data's responded
"Begin the pass," Picard ordered, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen.
The Enterprise glided toward the mysterious blue cloud. The swirling energy dwarfed the vessel. As the ship approached, Data's voice reported, "Sir, it is changing shape."
Picard leaned forward slightly. "Any readings of matter there?"
"Negative, Captain," the android replied. "Energy only."
The Enterprise drifted into the swirling blue cloud, its hull bathed in an eerie azure glow that filtered across the bridge viewscreen.
Down in Sensor Maintenance, the lights flickered erratically as the ship penetrated the strange energy field. Worf stood before an open wall panel. Without warning, a writhing tendril of electric blue energy lashed out from the circuits, engulfing his arm in a crackling nimbus.
"Ghhkkk!" Worf cried out as white-hot pain seared through his limb. The tendril yanked him off his feet, hurling the burly Klingon across the room. He slammed against the floor with a heavy thud, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs.
"Worf!" Geordi shouted in alarm. He sprinted over as Worf groaned, his body spasming from the residual energy discharge. Geordi's hand flew to his comm badge. "La Forge to sickbay. Medical emergency in sensor maintenance," he called urgently. "I repeat, this is a medical emergency!"
Mere moments later the doors hissed open, and Dr. Crusher along with two medics rushed in with emergency kits. Beverly dropped to her knees beside Worf, tricorder already out scanning his shuddering form.
"What happened?" she demanded, her blue eyes flicking between Geordi and the readouts on her device.
Geordi's voice was tight with worry. "I'm not sure, Doctor. One minute he was fine, the next... I don't know," he replied, frustration evident in his tone. "He got hit by some sensor feedback, maybe."
Worf's eyes flew open with a start, a guttural roar erupting from his throat as he thrashed against some unseen foe. The medic beside him reeled back in surprise, barely dodging the wild swing of Worf's arm as the Klingon lashed out blindly.
Geordi reacted, throwing himself across Worf's heaving chest to pin him down. He was no fighter, certainly not compared to Worf, but he didn't need to fight. Just restrain. Keep him still for the doctor.
"You got this, Doc?" Geordi grunted through gritted teeth, struggling to keep the larger man immobilized beneath him. He wasn't sure how long he could hold the enraged Klingon before Worf regained his senses and fought back.
Dr. Crusher pressed a hypospray to Worf's neck. "I got it," she confirmed, her voice calm despite the tension in the air. As the sedative took effect, Worf's struggles began to subside. "Lieutenant Worf, can you hear what I'm saying?"
Geordi cautiously eased his grip, ready to restrain Worf again if necessary. "Let's get him up," Crusher instructed.
"Okay," Geordi agreed, sliding an arm under Worf's shoulder. "Come on, big guy. On your feet. Here we go. That's it."
As they maneuvered Worf into a sitting position, Crusher turned to the shaken medic. "Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes quickly scanning for any injuries.
Geordi braced himself under Worf's shoulder, guiding the groggy Klingon to his feet. Dr. Crusher steadied Worf's other side, and together, the two of them maneuvered the disoriented security chief out the door.
"Let's get you checked out," Beverly said gently. Though the sedative had calmed Worf's wild thrashing, his dark eyes remained unfocused, pupils dilated.
They slowly progressed down the corridor, Worf's boots dragging heavily across the deck plates. Geordi found himself taking on extra weight, more than once, as the Klingon stumbled. At last, they stepped through the sliding doors of sickbay, guiding Worf onto the nearest biobed. Dr. Crusher immediately began her scans. Though Worf had fallen still, his breath came in ragged gasps, muscles taut beneath his uniform. Geordi lingered at his side, reluctant to leave him in such a state.
"Will he be alright, Doc?"
Crusher gave a brisk nod, eyes never leaving her tricorder readout. "I'll take care of him. Whatever happened, his neural readings are stabilizing." She flashed Geordi a reassuring smile. "I'll let you know when he's recovered."
With Worf in capable hands, Geordi departed sickbay. He drew a steadying breath before tapping his combadge.
"La Forge to Captain Picard. You wanted to see me, sir?"
The captain's clipped tone responded swiftly. "Yes, Lieutenant. Report to my ready room, at once, to brief me on the situation."
Geordi straightened his shoulders. "On my way, sir."
Picard sat behind his desk inside his ready room. Geordi took the seat across his desk and began recounting the incident. Stars streamed by through the viewport, as he recounted. "He was just monitoring the sensor console when he jerked as though something hit him," Geordi explained, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke. "I saw a glow, just for a second. I can't explain it."
Picard leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "Could this have been a trick of your eyes?" he asked, "Some complication from no longer wearing your visor?"
Geordi shook his head emphatically. "I doubt it, sir. I spent more time in Tyson's Medical Bay after Dr. Crusher removed the visor's cybernetics. The doctor reported afterward that my vision was perfect. I believe what I saw was real."
— Star Jumper —
Lieutenant Tasha Yar stood rigidly at attention, within the Anticans' quarters. Across from her was Commander Riker. The Anticans lurked nearby, white hair and sharp teeth giving them a predatory look. Yar had to fight her hand drifting toward the phaser at her hip as the aliens glowered at her, their long, white eyebrows arching above their sunken eyes. She focused on keeping her breathing steady despite the creatures' looming presence.
"Sorry to call you here, sir," Tasha began, her voice crisp and professional, betraying none of her unease. "It's not strictly a security matter. It concerns the dietary requirements of the Antican delegates."
Riker's brow furrowed in confusion, deepening the creases in his forehead. "I thought we had settled that in advance of their arrival, Lieutenant," he replied with a hint of annoyance in his tone.
Tasha's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "So did we, Commander. Their live prey animals were beamed aboard into holding pens as requested. We were going to humanely dispatch and preserve the meat for them, but the Anticans are insisting that we bring the animals to them while still alive."
"Then accommodate them," Riker stated firmly.
The lead Antican bared its jagged teeth in what might have been a smile or a snarl. "I fail to grasp why this is an issue," it growled, its gravelly voice like stones grinding together. "We have witnessed humans consuming animal flesh before."
"You've seen replicated meat," Riker explained patiently, "Inorganic material reconstructed out of patterns used by our food synthesizers. Not something as fresh and... lively as you require."
The Antican's face twisted in revulsion, its jagged teeth bared and its sunken eyes narrowing to slits. "That is sickening," it growled, its voice dripping with contempt. "It's barbaric."
Riker's jaw clenched, but he held back the sharp retort on his tongue. This was not the time to debate the ethics of meat consumption with their alien guests. For now, diplomacy demanded restraint.
"I understand this is difficult," Riker said evenly. "We want you to feel welcome aboard the Enterprise. If live prey is required for your meals, we will ensure it's available."
The Antican huffed, its lips curling back further to reveal more of its fangs. But it gave a curt nod and said no more.
Riker tapped his combadge. "Riker to transporter room three. Initiate site-to-site transport. Energize the Antican's prey animals to their quarters." He kept his tone neutral despite the unease swirling in his gut.
"Aye sir," came the reply. "Energizing now."
Riker watched the Antican's beady eyes light up with anticipation as several alien creatures materialized within the holding pens lining the room's walls. Multi-legged things with scales. They scrabbled against the transparent aluminum walls, squealing and hissing.
"Excellent," purred the Antican. It licked its lips with a long purple tongue.
Riker's stomach turned. "Will there be anything else?" he asked tightly.
The Antican waved a clawed hand in dismissal. Riker gave a terse nod, then turned on his heel. Tasha fell in step beside him as he strode from the room.
A short walk later, Riker and Yar stood outside another guest quarters. Tyson looked up from the PADD in his hands as the door chimed. "Enter," he called out, curiosity tinging his voice.
The doors slid open and Commander Riker strode in with Lieutenant Yar following on his heels.
"Commander, Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" Tyson asked, setting the PADD aside.
"We wanted to give you a heads up," Riker said, his tone casual yet authoritative. "There's a delegation of Anticans staying on this deck. They're bipedal, mammalian-looking aliens with some unique features. Didn't want you to be alarmed if you ran into them in the corridors."
Tyson waved a hand dismissively. "No worries, Commander. I've seen my fair share of strange-looking aliens in the other universe. A few new faces won't phase me too much."
Riker's eyebrow ticked up slightly at the casual mention of Tyson's adventures in another reality, but he simply nodded. "Good to hear. Still, I apologize in advance if the Anticans cause you any trouble. Thus far, they have been a bit... unusual."
"It's space," Tyson said with a shrug. "Strange new life and all that, I get it." Yar's eyes narrowed faintly at the phrase, but she remained silent.
Riker reached into his pocket and retrieved a gold combadge. He held it out to Tyson. "We've had some unusual situations crop up lately that you've been able to help resolve. Things might have gone more smoothly if we had a way to directly contact you and vice-versa. So we decided it's time you had one of these."
Tyson took the badge, turning it over in his fingers. He fastened it to his shirt, the combadge winking against the dark fabric.
"With this, you'll be connected to the ship's communications network," Riker explained. His tone was casual yet carried the weight of authority. "Use it to contact myself, or other senior staff if you ever need assistance."
"Much appreciated, Commander."
"That's all for now. Have a good day, Tyson."
"You as well, Commander." Tyson watched as Riker turned and strode from the room, Yar on his heels. The doors slid shut behind them with a soft hiss, leaving Tyson alone with the combadge resting against his chest. His Gray Goo Suit promptly consumed and recreated the combadge.
— Star Jumper —
Dr. Crusher hovered over Worf, tricorder in hand as she gave the again-unconscious Klingon a thorough examination. Suddenly, sickbay was bathed in an eerie blue glow as wispy tendrils of ghostly energy erupted from Worf's prone body. The tendrils snaked and curled up Dr. Crusher's arms, making her stagger as her eyes momentarily glazed over, entranced. At that moment, the doors slid open and Counselor Troi strode in, her empathic senses immediately attuned to the strange, ominous atmosphere permeating the room.
Troi's dark eyes scanned Worf's vitals on the display. "He's reading normal now," she observed, her brows knitting together. "How did you manage that so quickly?"
"Yes. Normal," Crusher replied, her voice oddly flat and toneless.
Concern flickered across Troi's face at the doctor's strange demeanor. "Are you alright, Beverly?" she asked gently.
"Yes, perfectly," Crusher said, the unnatural evenness still present in her tone. "Both of us. Quite normal now."
Before Troi could probe any further, Worf suddenly bolted upright on the biobed, his eyes wide with confusion. "What? Where am I?" he demanded, his voice rough and disoriented.
Troi turned to him, using her soothing counselor voice. "Don't you remember? You were in the sensor maintenance room."
Worf struggled to recall. "I remember monitoring the sensor console. What am I doing here?"
"That's a story the Doctor will tell you," Troi began, but as she turned back to Crusher, she found only empty space. The doctor had vanished without a word, leaving behind a palpable sense of unease.
On the bridge, Captain Picard stood at a rear science station, his attention focused on the android officer beside him as Data processed information at inhuman speeds.
"Obviously you feel it's something we should look at more carefully," Picard mused, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.
Data's response was immediate and matter-of-fact. "A mystery is only a mystery as long as it remains uninvestigated, sir."
A small smile tugged at the corner of Picard's mouth. "I love a mystery, Data, but this one will have to wait until we deliver the delegates to their peace conference on Parliament." His voice took on a more commanding tone as he addressed the helm. "Time and tide, Lieutenant La Forge. Go to warp eight."
"Warp eight, sir," Geordi confirmed. The Enterprise surged forward, leaving behind the mysterious energy cloud.
— Star Jumper —
In his quarters, Tyson sat hunched over a PADD, his dark eyes scanning the intricate diagrams of dilithium crystals. Suddenly, his empathy tingled, picking up waves of malevolent intent from just outside his door. The Force echoed the warning.
He activated his Scaling Cloak, rendering himself invisible. He opened a portal into the hallway, stepping through silently before closing it behind him. Just as he'd suspected, a group crept down the corridor. It was the Anticans that Commander Riker warned him about.
Tyson tapped his combadge. "Tyson to Commander Riker."
"Riker here, go ahead Tyson," came the prompt response.
"Commander, a group of your guests just passed my quarters. Their emotions radiated aggression and hunger."
Riker's sigh crackled through the comm system. "On my way with a security team."
"Would you like me to detain them?" Tyson asked.
"No," Riker replied firmly. "We don't want to cause a diplomatic incident. We'll handle it. Thanks for the information."
After intercepting the Anticans, they all gathered in the alien delegation's quarters. Commander Riker stood tall, facing the Anticans with Lieutenant Yar at his side. His shoulders were set with authority, his eyes fixed on the aliens.
"Your actions tonight were unacceptable," Riker stated firmly. "This ship is home to over a thousand beings from many worlds. We cannot have crew or guests prowling the corridors seeking to harm others."
The lead Antican chittered angrily in response, its mandibles clacking together. Riker didn't flinch, meeting the alien's black-eyed stare.
"I understand your dietary needs," the commander continued. "And we are doing our best to accommodate you during your stay. But the beings on this ship are not prey. If this happens again, your delegation will be confined to your quarters."
"These weapons were taken from two of your people who were loitering out of sight in the vicinity of the Selay delegation quarters. Would you care to explain, sir?"
The Antican's sharp teeth glinted as it spoke, its gravelly voice filled with indignation. "These are not weapons, First Officer. They are tools. We use these to dispatch the animals we consume."
Tasha's eyes narrowed. "Your food supply is not on the same deck as the Selay delegation, sir."
Riker's tone hardened. "And you have to admit that these could kill."
The Antican's long whiskers twitched. "I admit some of my people are impulsive, and we all have reason to hate the Selay."
Tasha's voice was clipped as she responded, "They appear to have the same feelings about you, sir."
"The nature of politics," the Antican replied smoothly.
Riker's patience was clearly wearing thin. "Nevertheless, Chief Delegate, you're on notice that all of your weapons, no matter what their basic function, are being confiscated. Violence will not be tolerated on the Enterprise."
The Antican bowed its head slightly. "Of course not. And if any does occur, let me assure you it will not be we Anticans who start it."
"Thank you, sir," Tasha said, her tone professional but wary.
As Riker and Tasha turned to leave, the Antican muttered under its breath, "But we will finish it."
— Star Jumper —
The tension on the bridge of the Enterprise ratcheted up as Lieutenant Worf reported, "Sir, warp power is fading."
Captain Picard stood swiftly, tugging his uniform tunic down. "Picard to Engineering," he called, tapping his combadge.
Engineer Singh's voice came through the captain's combadge from Main Engineering edged with tightly controlled frustration.
"We have lost the warp engine computer tie-in, sir," he reported.
Back on the bridge, Worf counted down.
"Warp five...four...three..."
The viewscreen showed the starfield slowing, the streaks of light becoming pinpricks as the ship rapidly shed velocity. Picard exchanged a grave look with his first officer. "State-of-the-art vessel?" he muttered, his sarcasm barely concealed. "Data, signal Parliament we'll be delayed. We will send a new arrival time as soon as it is determined."
Data answered, "Sir, subspace communication is out."
Captain Picard's voice rang out sharply across the bridge. "Mister LaForge, Commander Data, I want you both to get to the bottom of these system failures immediately. Run a level one diagnostic on all key systems if you have to. Report back to me the moment you have any insight into what is plaguing my ship." The two officers nodded crisply and headed for the turbolift. "Number One, you have the bridge."
Riker acknowledged the order as Picard strode into his ready room. The doors hissed shut behind him, muffling the quiet bustle of the bridge. Here, in the stillness, the captain allowed himself a moment to wrestle with the knot of frustration twisting in his gut. His ship, the pinnacle of Starfleet engineering was being hampered by a series of inexplicable system failures. It galled him.
Settling behind his desk, Picard laced his fingers together, schooling his features into an impassive mask. He would get to the bottom of this.
Sometime later, when the admittance chime eventually sounded, he called out sharply, "Come."
Geordi, Riker, and Data entered, standing at attention before the captain's desk. Picard fixed them with an expectant look. "Well, gentlemen? Report. What is causing my ship's sudden vulnerability?"
Geordi shook his head. "I'm afraid we have no definitive answers yet, Captain. But we'll keep digging until we find the source."
Picard's expression hardened, even as Data added, "We have several working theories to investigate further..."The captain nodded prompting Data to continue. "If the Enterprise were really this fragile, sir, she never would have left Spacedock. Therefore, her systems' failures are not endemic to the ship, but are the result of the actions of an unknown adversary."
Riker's brow furrowed as he translated. "We have a saboteur aboard?"
Data tilted his head slightly. "I believe I said that."
Picard held up a hand, silencing them. "Gentlemen. The question is, who? I can't believe it's one of our people."
Geordi nodded in agreement. "It must be someone from either alien delegation."
Picard leaned forward, his eyes intense. "Can any of you suggest any other suspects?"
A wry smile tugged at Riker's lips. "You're sounding like a private eye, sir."
Data's curiosity was piqued. "Inquiry. Private eye?"
Picard's expression softened slightly as he explained, "A private consulting investigator, Data, who solves crimes."
Data's eyes lit up with interest. "A most interesting occupation."
Picard allowed himself a small smile. "In the world of fact, probably not. However, in literature, criminal detection can be a fascinating exercise. The immortal Sherlock Holmes would have an interesting view of our mystery, I believe."
Riker's voice held a note of regret. "But I'm afraid we're going to have to find our solution without history's greatest Consulting Detective."
Data's voice cut through the moment of levity. "Sir, I suggest there is another suspect we haven't yet considered. Tyson. He is not a member of the crew and has demonstrated unusual abilities."
Riker was quick to defend Tyson. "I've spoken with Tyson today, twice. He even contacted me to inform me our Antican delegates were getting up to shenanigans. His combadge indicates he hasn't left his deck or the vicinity of his quarters at any point today."
Picard nodded thoughtfully. "Very well, keep an open mind. Tyson isn't a primary suspect, but we know little of his abilities. Let's not rule him out yet. We could be dealing with something as benign as one of his abilities unknowingly interacting with the Enterprise's systems."
— Star Jumper —
The senior officers gathered in the oval observation lounge, the stars, normally streaking by outside the viewport, remained fixed as the engines were offline. Captain Picard sat at the head of the table, his eyes sweeping over each of his trusted crew in turn.
Riker finished his report, "And the Engines were accessible again. I've got most of Engineering working on pinning down the issue, and the resolution."
Counselor Troi sat to the captain's right, her dark empathic eyes troubled. She clasped her hands tightly before her on the table as she began her report. "I have something to report, sir. Earlier, I noticed some unusual reactions in sickbay. I placed both Dr. Crusher and Worf under hypnosis," she explained, "The findings from both sessions were consistent. They confirmed the feeling of duality, of two warring wills, that I had sensed within them earlier."
Picard's brow furrowed deeply, his voice sharp with concern. "Why did you not inform me of this immediately?"
Troi met his gaze evenly. "Because at first, Captain, I assumed it was the inner conflict all beings sometimes feel. The duality between logic and emotion, caution and daring. Even you, sir, must sometimes ask yourself which path is right when faced with a difficult decision."
Picard's expression softened slightly at her insight. He gave a small nod. "Of course, Counselor. A captain must always weigh his options carefully." His expression softened slightly, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Your hypnotism revealed another form of duality?"
"Yes, sir," Troi confirmed, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. "I believe something invaded them."
Picard turned his attention to Data, who sat with an old-fashioned pipe clenched between his teeth. The android's pale golden eyes stared straight ahead, unblinking, as wisps of smoke curled up from the pipe's bowl.
"Data, let's proceed without the pipe," Picard said gently.
"Yes, sir. If you wish, sir." He removed the pipe from his mouth and placed it on the table before him. The pipe had been part of his Sherlock Holmes impersonation, but now the android's features returned to their default polite attentiveness. Though he hadn't dropped the mannerisms of the famous detective completely.
"I take it as incontrovertible that the saboteur cannot be a family member or one of our crew?" Data asked, his voice rising in an almost triumphant tone.
"Yes, very unlikely," Picard replied with a nod.
"Then our investigation was worthwhile, sir," Data concluded decisively. "We have eliminated both the delegates and the ship's regular complement as suspects."
Picard smiled slightly. "Well reasoned. We've narrowed the possibilities. Now let's consider what options remain." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Data, what are you suggesting?"
The android's response was immediate, his voice taking on the cadence of a Victorian detective. "I am referring to the great detective's credo, sir. I quote, we must fall back on the old axiom that when other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Tyson is our best suspect."
On the bridge, Wesley Crusher was puzzled as he reported to the officers gathered on the Enterprise's bridge. "Sirs, my study of the ship's systems shows the computer-engine interface was never actually repaired. It seems to have just... fixed itself."
Geordi La Forge answered over his shoulder. "Well, sometimes the end result is what counts, right?" His tone was lighthearted before morphing into alarm. "Wait, what the… oh no!"
Worf's gravelly baritone rumbled with concern, the Klingon's ridged brow furrowing. "What is it, Lieutenant?"
La Forge's fingers flew faster, trying to compensate. "The helm's unresponsive."
The Klingon reacted immediately, tapping his combadge. "Bridge to Captain Picard, you're needed out here sir, it's urgent!"
Jean-Luc Picard strode onto the bridge, exuding a commanding presence that seemed to fill the room. "Report!" he barked crisply.
Worf's response was terse and grim. "Helm control is down for no apparent reason, Captain."
La Forge's voice was tight with frustration as he called out over the blaring alerts. "Sir, we've dropped to impulse power and can't get it back!"
The captain's jaw set, eyes blazing as he assessed the crisis. "Again? Analysis, Number One!" he snapped to his first officer. "I want options and I want them now!"
Jean-Luc Picard leaned over the helm console, brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the readouts. A faint blue energy suddenly arced between his fingertips and the panel, dancing across the smooth surface.
Geordi La Forge's eyes widened. "Sir, are you alright?" he asked, startled concern evident in his voice. "I could have sworn I just saw..."
"I'm fine, Mr. La Forge," Picard cut him off, tone oddly calm and detached. His gaze remained fixed on the console, eyes distant. "Everything is operating within normal parameters now. Why did you claim we had dropped to impulse power?"
La Forge blinked in confusion at the abrupt question. "The helm controls were completely unresponsive, Captain. We couldn't maintain warp speed."
Picard's response was sharp, almost hostile. "Unresponsive? You must be mistaken. Take another look, Lieutenant."
Unsure what to make of the captain's odd behavior, La Forge nevertheless ran a quick diagnostic. To his astonishment, the helm seemed to be operating perfectly. How it had suddenly fixed itself, he had no idea.
"You're right sir, helm control is back online," he reported, unable to keep the bewilderment from his voice. "But just a moment ago, it was completely down."
Picard turned to fix La Forge with a penetrating stare. "Your concern is noted, Mr. La Forge," he said coolly. "But as you can see, the ship is functioning normally. Let's move on, shall we?"
Though outwardly acquiescent, La Forge's mind churned with unease. Something was very wrong here. The captain's strange energy surge, his detached demeanor, the inexplicable helm malfunction, and sudden recovery... it didn't add up. But with the crisis seemingly resolved, he had no choice but to return to his station, resolved to keep a close eye on Picard. Something sinister was at work here.
— Star Jumper —
An Antican snarled, "I demand to see the Captain!"
O'Brien, acting as security, continued following the Antican down the corridor. "Stop! Return to your quarters."
A door opened as they walked past, it opened to reveal a member of the Selay delegation. His forked tongue flicked out as it hissed, "What is that doing on our deck?"
The Antican's voice rose to a roar. "I demand to know why this starship has changed its course!"
O'Brien's voice was strained as he tried to maintain order. "Please, return to your quarters, delegates!"
Tyson had just finished his holodeck training session and he walked back to the turbolift. Suddenly, he sensed a spike of aggression through the Force. He took off using Force-enhanced speed.
He arrived just in time to see the beginnings of the fight between the two delegations. He tapped his combadge and spoke when it chirped. "Tyson to Riker. The Anticans and Selay are engaging each other in combat. I'm assisting crewman O'Brien in separating them."
Riker's voice crackled through the comm. "Acknowledged Tyson, sending a security team to your location. Once they arrive and have the situation under control, please report to my quarters."
Tyson's brow furrowed as he dodged a swipe from a Selay, retaliating with a kick that sent the alien flying. "Your quarters sir, not the executive office?"
"Correct," Riker confirmed.
"Alright, I'll be there shortly, sir," Tyson responded, his focus returning to the chaos around him.
In Riker's quarters, the atmosphere was thick with tension. A model of a shuttlecraft sat in the corner. Data's measured tones filled the room as Tyson entered. "A mere change of direction hardly justifies mutiny."
Dr. Crusher's voice was tight with concern as she addressed Troi. "Exactly what do you believe you're sensing from him?"
The counselor's response was hesitant, and her empathic abilities left her troubled. "It's just a feeling that he's, well, that he's closed part of his mind to me. I just feel that the Captain has become, perhaps dangerous."
Riker's blue eyes were sharp as he turned to Tyson. "Thank you for coming. We're having some issues with the Enterprise and I need to ask, are you doing anything that could affect the ship?"
Tyson shook his head, his expression open and honest. "All I've been doing today is studying, minus my training session on the holodeck. I didn't notice there was anything wrong with the Enterprise."
La Forge voiced, "The ship's holodeck systems have been unaffected." His next words were heavy with implication. "If the malfunctions aren't Tyson's doing and are really caused by some entity that's now inhabiting the captain... Then he'd have to be relieved of command. Which you could do, Doctor, but it's trouble if you're wrong."
Data's logical perspective provided a counterpoint. "And at the moment it is all pure speculation. He has done nothing to subject the Enterprise to danger."
Dr. Crusher's voice was tight with frustration. "I'd need a medical log citing clear evidence of incapacity to relieve him of duty." She turned to Riker. "You could do it without that problem."
Riker's response was measured, the weight of command heavy in his voice. "Only if all command officers agreed it vital to do so. But he has not been showing any overt unusual behavior."
Troi's voice was soft but certain. "Ultimately, I believe he will."
"If there's an entity that Counselor Troi can detect, I can probably feel it as well," Tyson noted, offering his help. Inwardly, he frowned, he didn't remember this episode from the show if it had been an episode at all. The Anticans and Selay looked familiar, unsurprising given their unique appearance, but Tyson couldn't recall Picard being possessed.
Dr. Crusher seized on this, her eyes bright with determination. "That would be a second data point to support our position." She turned to Riker, her voice taking on a note of urgency. "As second in command, it's still in your corner. I'll order medical and psychiatric exams. You'll have to back me up somehow."
— Star Jumper —
Captain Picard sat rigid behind his desk, steel-blue eyes boring into Dr. Crusher and Commander Riker as they stood before him. His voice was clipped and sharp, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. "Yes?"
"I'd like you to come to sickbay for some examinations, Captain."
A flicker of amusement crossed Picard's chiseled features, the corner of his mouth quirking up briefly. "Oh? I'll be glad to do it when I'm free." His words were pleasant but his eyes remained hard.
"I'd like to conduct them now, sir," Crusher replied evenly.
Picard's gaze shifted to Riker. "Why?" he asked, his voice taking on a deceptively casual lilt. "What can I do for you, Number One?"
Riker's voice remained respectful. "Sir, Counselor Troi has recommended the examinations."
Picard's response was immediate, impatience flashing in his eyes. "Same question. Why?"
"It is my duty to inform the Captain that we believe he may be under some kind of alien influence, which may constitute a danger to this ship."
Picard leaned back, steepling his fingers as he regarded Riker and Crusher. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. "Is that so? I consider it equally possible that the two of you, and Counsellor Troi, are overworked, and possibly suffering hallucinations." His voice hardened into a command. "Now this is an order. You will arrange medical and psychiatric exams of both yourself and them." He turned his attention back to Crusher, his tone almost mocking. "Doctor, are you aware everybody is behaving strangely?"
Crusher stood her ground. "I'm concerned that you've suddenly turned the ship away from its course."
Picard's eyes flashed with anger. "What's happened to your mind, Doctor? The search for knowledge is always our primary mission." His voice dripped with disdain. "I'm sorry, I really am too busy for this kind of nonsense. Do I have to call security to force you to report to the Sickbay?"
"No, sir."
As Crusher and Riker left the ready room and entered the turbolift, the air shimmered beside them. Tyson materialized, his Scaling Cloak deactivating to reveal he'd been with them the entire time. Riker's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself.
"Sense anything?"
"I did get the impression that there was a second entity along with the captain. It gave off a sense of deceit and a heavy desire to get back to where it came from."
Riker's jaw clenched. "And that's exactly where the captain's last order set us on a heading to." His voice rang out with authority. "Computer, halt turbolift. Return us to the bridge."
As they stepped back onto the bridge, Riker's voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "Helm, full stop."
Geordi's acknowledged, following the commander's order. "Aye, sir."
The ready room doors hissed open, revealing Captain Picard. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. "Helm, why have we stopped? Return us to my previously ordered heading."
Riker's voice was firm as he countermanded, "Belay that order."
Picard's posture stiffened, his eyes sweeping across the bridge crew. When he spoke, his voice carried an eerie calm. "I have an announcement for the entire Bridge. As many of you suspected, when our ship passed through the edge of this, it accidentally carried away a sentient being. Much like these energy patterns we're seeing here."
As Picard continued his explanation, the crew listened in stunned silence. Troi's empathic senses were on high alert, her voice soft but insistent as she interrupted. "Captain, do you exist in combination with this entity?"
Riker's question was more direct, his tone sharp with concern. "Is it in control of you, sir?"
Picard's response was almost dreamy, his eyes unfocused. "Very soon after we combined we learned much about each other. A passion for exploration, for the unknown. We found we had similar dreams, and it offered your Captain a way to realize them beyond human expectations."
As the situation escalated, Picard's intentions became clear. He planned to beam himself and the entity into the energy cloud, abandoning his humanity for a new form of existence. The crew watched in horror as their captain removed his combadge, his voice flat as he announced, "A resignation from this command and Starfleet has been appropriately recorded."
Riker's voice rang out. "I refuse to allow this, sir."
Picard's response was cold, detached. "How does this resignation threaten the ship and its crew in any way?"
Dr. Crusher stepped forward, firm in her resolve. "Captain Picard, you are now relieved from duty. I judge you to be disabled and mentally incapacitated."
At that moment, chaos erupted on the bridge. Blue energy crackled from Picard, arcing through the ship's systems and engulfing the bridge crew. Riker's voice cut through the mayhem. "Security! Red Alert! Restrain the Captain!"
The energy surge revealed Tyson, his Scaling Cloak and shield flickering as he became visible.
As Picard moved to leave the bridge, he found himself suddenly forced back by an invisible wall of force. Tyson's telekinesis held firm, his shield protecting him from the paralyzing energy that had immobilized the rest of the crew.
Tyson assessed his options. His blaster pistol was too powerful, its setting likely to prove fatal to the captain. His Lightsaber and Laser Sword were equally ill-suited for a non-lethal takedown. With no other choice, Tyson closed the distance between them.
Picard, or rather the entity controlling him, lashed out with a clumsy punch. It was clear that whatever had possessed the captain hadn't enhanced his physical abilities. Tyson easily dodged the attack.
The fight, if it could even be called that, was over in seconds. Tyson's fist connected and Captain Picard crumpled to the deck, unconscious. As the blue energy dissipated, the bridge crew began to stir, their eyes wide with shock and confusion at the scene before them.
Riker was the first to regain his composure, his voice hoarse as he called out, "Dr. Crusher, see to the captain. Geordi, reset our heading for Parliment, Warp 8. Security, confine the Antican and Selay delegations to their quarters under guard. Inform them we're on a heading toward Parliament."
Dr. Crusher rushed toward the unconscious form of Captain Picard. Before she could reach him, Tyson interrupted.
"Hold on," he said, his hand raised in a gesture of caution. "We already know this thing can jump between hosts. It's best if you don't get close enough for it to do so."
With a subtle flick of his wrist, Tyson lifted the captain's body into the air using his telekinesis. The crew watched in stunned silence as their leader floated, suspended by an invisible force.
"Can you work in my Medical Bay?" Tyson asked.
"It has access to nearly every scanner and piece of equipment that I have in Sick Bay, so yes," Crusher responded.
Without another word, Tyson opened a shimmering portal beside them. The swirling energy cast an eerie glow across the bridge as he guided Dr. Crusher and the hovering form of Captain Picard through it. She glanced around the Medical Bay, taking in the alien species occupying the other beds. She asked curiously, gesturing at the various strange beings, "Who are all these others?"
Tyson followed her gaze, surveying the recovering prisoners. "They were being held captive on an alien space station in a different reality," he explained. "The station was draining them to power itself, leaving them functionally braindead." He shook his head sadly. "They were just batteries to their captors. But as long as the body lives, the Medical Bay can heal even severe neurological damage. I'm hoping they'll make a full recovery, but only time will tell."
Crusher moved among the beds, inspecting the myriad of alien physiologies. "I don't recognize so many of these species," she murmured, "but is that a Romulan?" She glanced sharply at Tyson.
He nodded. "It is."
"The Federation hasn't had contact with the Romulans for almost half a century now." Crusher pursed her lips pensively. "That could present an opportunity... or a challenge. Diplomatic overtures, if handled correctly."
"We can worry about galactic politics later. Let's focus on Captain Picard for now."
Crusher returned her attention to her primary patient. "You're right, of course," she conceded.
Tyson gently lowered Picard onto a biobed, and immediately, sensors and scanners sprang to life around him. The air filled with soft beeps and hums as the equipment began its analysis. Dr. Crusher's eyes darted from screen to screen, her fingers flying over the controls as she interpreted the data. She pulled out her own tricorder to confirm the findings.
After a few tense moments, she shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "I'm not seeing anything here that would indicate something is affecting the captain."
Tyson frowned, his mind racing. He had anticipated this possibility; none of the upgrades he had installed in his Medical Bay were designed to detect alien possession or symbiotic beings. He opened the system menu and began browsing.
"Microbiome Replacement Lab," he muttered, confirming the purchase.
[100 RP] Microbiome Replacement Lab (Personal Reality)
This upgrade allows you to create a special serum that innoculates anyone of any species so that the symbiotic life forms that their bodies need to continue functioning are replaced with benign versions of themselves that won't harm them if they go out of whack nor will they infect others for whom they won't be so symbiotic. This isn't just limited to helpful bacteria, protozoa, and fungi, but also applies to things that might not technically be alive like virus particles that are part of your virome or self-replicating nanites/picocites.
Reality Points: 100
In an instant, the far wall of the Medical Bay shimmered and changed. A new laboratory materialized, separated from the main area by a transparent barrier. Around Picard's biobed, new devices sprouted like high-tech flowers.
Dr. Crusher's gasp of surprise cut through the air. Her eyes widened as she studied the readouts from the new equipment. "Not sure what you did, but now the scanners are picking up on the energy being's presence," she reported, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. "It won't take much to isolate and separate the being."
She turned to Tyson, genuine admiration in her eyes. "Nice work, whatever you did." Her gaze swept across the new lab, awe evident in her expression. She placed her tricorder down, no longer needing it with the scanners of the Medical Bay surpassing it in every way.
Tyson allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he realized they were one step closer to freeing Picard from the alien influence. He moved to stand beside Dr. Crusher. He grabbed her tricorder and willed his Gray Goo Suit to absorb the device. His suit had the scanners from the Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic universe, but Federation scanners were the best in this galaxy.
"What's our next move, Doctor?" he asked, ready to lend his unique abilities to whatever plan she devised.
"We need to create a containment field to trap the entity once we separate it from the captain," she explained. "Can your equipment handle that?"
"I suppose we'll find out. I'll set up an isolation field. It should be able to hold any form of energy-based life."
As they worked in tandem, the air in the Medical Bay crackled with a mixture of tension and hope. The unconscious form of Captain Picard lay still on the biobed, unaware of the battle being waged for his very being. The advanced technology of Tyson's facility melded seamlessly with Dr. Crusher's medical expertise, creating a formidable team against the alien intruder. Outside the Medical Bay, the rest of the Enterprise crew waited anxiously for news. Commander Riker paced the bridge, his jaw set in a hard line as he struggled with the weight of command in Picard's absence. Counselor Troi sat at her station, her empathic senses stretched as she monitored the emotional state of the crew.
Back in the Medical Bay, a soft chime from one of the consoles drew Tyson and Dr. Crusher's attention. The doctor's eyes lit up as she interpreted the data. "We've got it," she announced, her voice tight with excitement. "The entity's energy signature is fully mapped. We can begin the separation process."
Tyson moved to the containment field controls, his fingers poised over the activation switch. "Ready when you are, Doctor," he said.
As Dr. Crusher initiated the separation sequence, the air in the Medical Bay seemed to thicken. A faint blue glow began to emanate from Captain Picard's body, growing stronger with each passing second. Tyson's hand hovered over the controls, ready to trap the entity the moment it was free. Suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted from Picard's body. It writhed and pulsed, struggling against an invisible force as it was slowly pulled away from the captain. Tyson's hand hovered over the containment field controls.
"Now, Tyson!" Dr. Crusher shouted, her voice sharp with urgency.
Without hesitation, Tyson slammed his hand down on the controls. A shimmering barrier sprang to life, enveloping the blue energy as it separated completely from Picard's body. The entity frantically swirled within its prison.
For a moment, silence reigned in the Medical Bay. Then, with a soft groan, Captain Picard's eyes fluttered open. Dr. Crusher was at his side in an instant, her tricorder whirring as she scanned him.
"Captain? Can you hear me?" she asked gently.
Picard blinked, confusion evident in his eyes. "Doctor? What... what happened?
Relief washed over Dr. Crusher's face. "You were under the influence of an alien entity, sir. We've managed to separate it from you."
Tyson stepped forward, gesturing towards the containment field where the blue energy continued to swirl. "The entity is secure, Captain. How do you feel?"
Picard sat up slowly, his hand going to his head. "Like I've been on the losing end of a bout with a Nausicaan," he muttered. "Where are we?"
"My Medical Bay, sir," Tyson explained. "It was the safest place to perform the separation."
Picard nodded, his composure returning with each passing moment. "Well done, both of you. Now, assuming this ends the issues we've been having with the Enterprise's systems, I believe we have some delegates to deliver and an alien to return home."
The next few hours passed in a flurry of activity. The Enterprise resumed its course to Parliament, with Commander Riker personally overseeing the final preparations for the Antican and Selay delegations. Tension remained high between the two species, but the constant security oversight prevented any further issues.
As they approached Parliament, Picard stood on the bridge, his presence a comfort to the crew who had feared for his well-being. "Mr. Data, status report," he commanded, his voice strong and clear.
"We are on schedule to arrive at Parliament in seventeen minutes, Captain. The delegates are prepared for transport."
Picard nodded, satisfaction was evident in his expression. "Excellent. Let's hope they can set aside their differences long enough to make some progress."
The transfer of the delegates went smoothly, a fact that brought visible relief to the entire crew. As the last transport completed, Picard turned to his first officer. "Number One set a course back to the energy cloud. We have one last piece of business to attend to."
"Aye, sir. It'll be good to put this whole ordeal behind us."
The journey back to the energy cloud was uneventful, giving the crew time to reflect on the strange series of events they had experienced. As they approached their destination, Picard called for all senior staff to gather on the bridge.
"We've all been through quite an ordeal," he began, his gaze sweeping across his officers. "But we've also had a unique opportunity for first contact with a truly alien life form. It's time we returned it to its home."
Dr. Crusher stepped forward, her expression thoughtful. "Captain, are you sure it's safe to release the entity? We don't know if it will try to possess someone else."
Picard's response was measured, tinged with the wisdom gained from his experience. "The entity was acting out of fear and a desire to return home, Doctor. Now that we understand each other better, I believe we can trust it to return peacefully."
Tyson, who had been invited to the bridge, spoke up. "I can modify the containment field to create a directed energy beam. We can use it to guide the entity back to the cloud without risking anyone else."
Picard nodded his approval. "Make it so, Mr. Tyson. Let's bring this adventure to a close."
As the Enterprise held position near the swirling energy cloud, Tyson worked with Data to modify the ship's systems. A tense silence fell over the bridge as they prepared for the final release.
"Ready, Captain," Tyson announced, his hand poised over the controls.
Picard took a deep breath, straightening his uniform. "Proceed, Mr. Tyson."
With a touch of a button, the contained entity streamed out from the ship in a brilliant arc of blue energy. It paused for a moment, hovering between the Enterprise and its home. Then, in a flash of light that momentarily blinded the bridge crew, it dove into the cloud and disappeared.
As the afterimage faded from their eyes, a collective sigh of relief swept through the bridge. Picard allowed himself a small smile as he turned to address his crew.
"Well done, everyone. This is what Starfleet is all about. Exploration, understanding, and peaceful resolution. Set a course, Number One. I believe our next mission is to pick up some colonists to deliver to Strnad. And we're already late. Engage."
Episode: Star Trek The Next Generation - Lonely Among Us Complete!
+50 RP
Reality Points: 150
— Star Jumper —
Tyson
Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy
Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)
Character Points: 1400, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]
Reality Points: 150
Ship Points: 1700
Credits: 116,450
Status Effects: (none)
Drawbacks:
Gauntlet (Locked)
Ensign Marty Stu
A Simple Re'Q'uest
Hybrid (Betazoid)
Amok Time/Blood Fever
Outlawed
Mary Sue
Perks:
Cosmic Awareness
Out of Nowhere
Going Native
Live and Let Live
This is (Not?) Rocket Science
Kinda Bland
Determinator
Painted On
Snakeskin
Adaptable
Duelist
Master with your Hands
Best of the Best
Everything Is A Weapon
Augment
Force Specialization: Intelligence
Tactical Info
Sever Force
Items:
Laser Blade
Spacesuit
Agony Booth
Cloaking Minefield
Lightsaber
Gray Goo Suit
Companions:
(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin:Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation
T'Pol: Access Key
Personal Reality:
Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)
Security System
High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)
Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab)
Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)
Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal)
Spaceships:
Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)
Sith Interceptor (Bridge Upgrade)
Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)
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I know it feels like Tyson is a side character in this chapter, that’s because he is. In the original TNG story I wrote, I glossed over this episode entirely, summarizing it in one sentence. I suppose that this shows that while Tyson is the main character of this story, he’s not the main character of their story. At worst, you can take this chapter as a filler episode, which is kind of how it was in the show. Next episode is a filler also, but i’ll try to focus more on Tyson’s side exploits versus the episode happenings because I don’t want the plot to drive Tyson too much.
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