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Attached is the third installment for posting
To all of those who have E-Mailed me, have patience. This is a
transitional chapter that sets up many simultaneous plot threads, that
will ultimately merge for the conclusion. I will finish the story,
spirit willing, and have a good idea where it will go. Of course, I
am open to suggestions. Perhaps you can E-Mail me and let me know
what you would like to see happen to Picard {the real one}, and
his/her final fate. I love that E-Mail!! With no further
ado............
Q-Tie Pie 3/?
The Breen High Regent, QonoR'oL, aboard the attack ship tALoN
received his orders from Command. He saw that they were ordered to
proceed with the incursion into Federation space. The only obstacle
was the Federation Starship, Enterprise.
While the rest of the Breen Squadron was to maintain their
strategic positions inside the gaseous anomalies. It was indeed
fortunate that the bioships, which the Breen breed, used inborn
telepathy for communication. It made detection of communication
between Breen ships, and Command by conventional means all but
impossible. Only highly trained telepaths could sense their presence.
QonoR'oL and his crew were to get behind the Enterprise, and
destroy her before Starfleet could be signaled. A mission QonoR'oL
liked very much! He had no love for the Federation, and especially
this Picard, whose name was already legend in this quadrant. He even
escaped assimilation by the Borg.
QonoR'ol imagined that if he could defeat this Picard, then his
name would be legend. "How did the Terrans put it?" He thought.
"Ah.....yes. The old west. The fastest gun is always the legend.
He intended to be that gun.
Regent QonoR'oL did some quick calculations on his pad. He then
barked orders to his crew, setting the course of the tALoN toward
Federation space, and the Enterprise. Once that task was
accomplished, they jettisoned a volatile mass of trilithium ahead of
the ship. The compound was maneuvered into position by a thin tractor
beam, programed to repel. Once the trilithium was in position,
QonoR'oL ordered the Breen helmsman to match the speed of the
compound.
The last part of the operation QonoR'oL handled himself. He
lowered the targeting computer, training it at the trilithium. A
single plasma beam shot out, hitting the trilithium. Instantly a
cloud of ionized gas blossomed out engulfing the tALoN. The gas cloud
was almost identical to the gaseous anomalies. However, the drift of
this cloud would take it into Federation space, behind the Enterprise,
within three days.
The only thing left for the Regent to do was to shut down all
non-essential systems. Soon the tALon was all but silent. Her crew,
and commander, sat, contemplating and planning for the showdown to
come. High Noon!
Aboard the Enterprise, Beverly Crusher sat staring at the data
she had just collected from the person she knew as Meaghan O'Reilly.
A wrinkle appeared across her furrowed brow. These readings were the
strangest she had seen in some time. Suddenly she was joined by her
friend Deanna Troi.
Crusher looked up at Troi, and asked her, "did you get Meaghan to
the guest quarters okay?"
"Yes." Troi replied. "Did she seem to you to be uncomfortable,
even awkward, with her own body, and even the clothes she was
wearing."
"You would be uncomfortable too, Deanna, if you had to carry such
a large belly around on such a small frame. Its got to be extremely
tiring. That's why I gave her a mild sedative, and ordered her to get
some bed rest."
That's true, Beverly, but it was something more. Its almost
like her own body was alien to her, like she didn't recognize it!"
"What kind of impressions did you pick up from her, Deanna?"
"That was another unusual thing. I couldn't pick up anything
from her. She was completely closed to me. That has never happened
with a human before."
That observation was only vaguely interesting to Crusher. She
had bigger concerns right now. "That can wait. Look at this data
the med-scans took from Meaghan. I'm very worried."
Troi looked at the data on the view screen, and her eyes widened
in surprise. "Can those figures be right?"
"I'm afraid so. Each of her unborn babies is currently 11 lbs.
In another 4 weeks they'll be 13, maybe 14 lbs each. Big babies.
They are going to rip her from stem to stern. Labor is going to be
extremely painful."
Shouldn't the babies be taken by C-section then?"
"That's what I just asked Jean-Luc, but he told me they were
aware of the problem, but decided to go through with natural
childbirth anyway. He asked me to make her as comfortable as I could,
under the circumstances."
Troi rolled her eyes, commenting, "I wouldn't want to be in her
body."
"I doubt she even wants to be in her body right now, except for
one thing. Here look at this." Crusher pointed a flashing digital
graph upon the view screen.
Troi looked at the screen with a confused look upon her face.
"Exactly what am I looking at Beverly?"
"Its her oxytocin levels. They are way off the scale. The
scanners couldn't even measure them!"
"So what does that mean? My medical training is limited."
Meaghan's maternal instinct is going to be extremely strong,
almost overpowering. Where most of us would hate to be in that body,
she'll actually love to be in that body. Her whole existence is
biochemically constructed to be a mother. Even after birth, those
oxytocin levels will make her want to get pregnant again and again.
It's almost as if she was made to be a breeding machine. It's not a
fate either one of us would want, but to her its pleasant, even
desirable. Even her breasts are effected."
"Well I noticed that they seemed to be rather large!"
"Not just large, but they are filled to bursting with milk. She
is almost like a human cow. Unless she gets some of the milk out of
her soon, she is going to be in extreme discomfort."
Crusher and Troi looked each other at the same time. Troi spoke
first. "Beverly, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Ensign Rourke's wife?"
"Exactly. She just gave birth, but she is barren of any mother's
milk. We haven't been able to induce any lactation. Meaghan could
help herself, and the Rourke baby if she acted as a wet nurse. That
should really trigger that maternal instinct even more and help her
through the month ahead. It'll also ease the pressure on her breasts.
Skin wasn't meant to stretch that far."
"What did the Captain say?"
"He said it would be okay. I'll bring it up tonight after the
engagement party. By the way, how is that going?"
Troi responded, "Will is handling all of the details. You have
to get Jean-Luc to Ten Forward by 09:00. I'll get Meaghan there.
Neither of them suspects a thing!"
Crusher interjected, "Deanna? Don't you think we should start
planning a bridal shower and baby shower for Meaghan? We're all the
friends she's got here."
"Sure we'll start tomorrow." Troi giggled suddenly. "Boy this
is a real shotgun wedding."
That caused Beverly to laugh as well. The two women looked at
each other and laughed out loud at the improbability of the whole
thing. If only the really knew!
Up on the bridge of the Enterprise, Lt. Commander Data was
completing the regular long range scans of the sector. He double
checked the readout to make sure of the results of the scan. There
was no doubt about it, there was a new gaseous anomalie that was not
there when the last long range scan was performed. Data conducted the
long range scan again, but the results were the same.
Data directed the sensors on the cloud to take closer readings.
The results were surprising. The neural web that made up his brain
computed the various possibilities. One thing seemed possible, even
probable. Data made an even more specialized scan. The results
confirmed his hunch. Data turned in his chair to face Commander Riker
in the con chair. "Commander," he said in his well modulated tones.
"We have just completed long range scans. We have detected something
fascinating. I think that you should see this."
Riker approached, saying, "what is it Data?"
"The sensors have picked up a gaseous anomalie, that was not
there before. The cloud is drifting at a very fast speed. At the
rate of its acceleration, the cloud should be very near to our current
position in close to three days."
Riker checked the sensor readouts, and saw that Data was correct.
"At its rate of speed couldn't it have just come within long range
sensor range since the last scan.?"
"I considered that possibility Commander. It is very plausible.
That is why I scanned for the nuclear decay rate of the elements
within the cloud itself. They do not match those of any of the other
anomalies. In fact the elements of the new cloud have hardly even
begun to decay."
"What would cause that Data?"
"I have considered the possibilities Commander. I believe the
gaseous anomalie was man made!"
"DATA. Do you know what that means?"
"Yes.......there is the high possibility that there may be a
Breen ship within that cloud."
"Is there anyway to make sure? If we go haphazardly into Breen
space it could be considered an act of war. This could trigger an
incident. We need to confirm this."
"As you know Sir, all efforts to scan within these clouds have
met with failure. Breen ships are particularly hard to detect anyway.
However, I do have an theory."
"Out with it Data!!!"
"Commander, Breen ships communicate by use of genetically
enhanced telepathy. Perhaps if we can enhance Counselor Troi's
ability enough, and get close enough to the cloud, she will be able to
detect the presence of a Breen ship."
Riker commanded, "get on it Data. Figure a way to enhance
Deanna's talent, while I inform the Captain."
Inside the Ready Room Q/picard sat thinking about his recent
conversation with Dr. Crusher. She was beginning to discover some of
the things about the body he had given to Picard/meaghan. The body he
had given her was meant to humiliate her for each and every time that
he was humiliated at the hands of these humans. Experiencing an
extreme pregnancy firsthand would provide that humiliation.
Q/picard detected a flash out of the corner of his eye. He saw a
familiar figure step from the shadows. (One that looked strangely like
Corbin Bernson)
Q/picard greeted the new figure. "Hello Q! What brings me to
this little corner to the universe."
"You know very well Q. I have been sent to by the Continuum." Q
replied.
"I have done nothing wrong."
"Ah, but you have. You have broken one of the cardinal rules of
the Continuum. You have created life, or potential life from
nothingness. That is not permitted, as you well know. That is a
privilege that is reserved to the Creator."
"You are talking about Picard's delicate condition?"
"You know that I am. The Continuum has ordered that you take
care of this situation. However, in doing so you must not break the
second cardinal rule of the Continuum. You must not take a life by
direct action, or even potential life. The babies that you have
created can not now be destroyed. You must resolve this situation, or
else the Continuum will be forced to intervene. While are resolving
this situation, it is decided that you be stripped of your powers.
For the time being, you are condemned to the shell which you now
occupy."
With a wave of Q's hand, Q/picard felt his powers drain out of
him. Q disappeared in the same instant, leaving a new human in a
strange body....the body of his enemy.
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