Date: Mon, 25 Jul 1994 15:03:58 -0800 Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: BrownK Subject: Treklander II, Part 7 >From jfm@christa.unh.edu Mon Jul 25 14:59:47 PDT 1994 Article: 12584 of alt.startrek.creative Path: nntp-server.caltech.edu!netline-fddi.jpl.nasa.gov!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!usc!h owland.reston.ans.net!gatech!newsfeed.pitt.edu!uunet!mozz.unh.edu!christa.unh.ed u!jfm From: jfm@christa.unh.edu (John F Moore) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: Treklander II, part 7 Date: 25 Jul 1994 14:41:25 GMT Organization: University of New Hampshire - Durham, NH Lines: 76 Message-ID: <310iul$cnu@mozz.unh.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: christa.unh.edu There can be only one...These are the voyages... T R E K L A N D E R I I Copyright 1994 John F. Moore III Part 7 "No," Commander Sisco yelled at his officers, "absolutely out of the question!" "But Benjamin," Judzia pleaded, "we're talking about a world that had contact with ancient Earth." Julian chimed in. "It's an opportunity to explore a race that crossed entire quadrants possibly before we discovered fire." "I will not have members of my senior staff traipsing around unexplored planets that could have hidden traps." The pair left Ops, dejected. No one noticed the wrench by Chief O'Brian's station suddenly disappear; nor did they notice the rat get onto the lift with Julian and Judzia. Odo assumed his usual form next to the pair. "Odo," Julian said, "you startled me! Why the secrecy?" "I found out about your meeting with Ambassador MacLeod, Doctor," the Security Officer began. "When I checked your room, I could see but all I got on audio was static. I just hope Quark doesn't find out how you accomplished that... "Naturally, I became concerned, so I've been following you, trying to find out what you were up to." "I assume," Bashir said drily, "that you've found out enough." "I know you're going to the Gamma Quadrant to find information about a race that may have created the Wormhole. Naturally, I am interested in such an endeavor to say the least." "I think we can include you in our little group," Dax grinned, "provided you can get us off the station..." Quark's was fairly slow...it was in the middle of Alpha Shift, after all ...when a dark-skinned man sauntered in. "May, may I help you?" Rahm said, falling over himself to serve this new face to the bar. "Yes, I wish to see your boss," the man said with a slight accent. "My...my brother is busy with inven--" Rahm was suddenly grabbed by the lapels and pulled toward the man. Rahm froze as he started at the man's bloodshot eyes. "I *said* I wish to see your boss...now!" Rahm fell to the floor as the man let him go, and scrambled toward the back room of the bar. A few moments later, Quark entered the bar with Rahm in tow. "I'm Quark," Quark said in an irritated tone, "May I help you or do you happen to like bullying the help?" "I am Marin. We talked a while back." Quark's eyes lit up brighter than Latinum under a twin-sun noon sky. "Yes, I remember. How may I assist you?" "I'm looking for an old friend who might be here...named MacLeod." "Can we trust him Mac?" "You and I both know that the Watchers follow their own priorities, not ours. We can't trust any of them?" "But Duncan, he's Starfleet!" "You're telling me," Duncan said, looking her square in the eye, "that in the entire history of Starfleet, no officer or crewman has ever broken their Starfleet oath?" "OK, you've made your point," Julia admitted. "But what if he's on the level? What if this Zeist is the key to the Prize?" "Then we're all in danger, because if there can be only one--" The room fell silent. "I don't know about you guys," Richie said, "but I have to know." "Count me in too," Julia said. "Duncan?" Duncan just sat there. "I can't. I've always feared I'd have to face you in mortal combat, Richie. I can't go knowing it's a possibility." Richie nodded. "I understand, Mac. We'll see you when we get back." Richie and Julia left to meet with Bashir, and Duncan suddenly felt very alone. -- ***************************************************************************** Prince John III jfm@christa.unh.edu Join the Government of New Atlantis...Email me today and ask how! "I'll Be Mellow When I'm Dead" -- "Weird Al" Yankovic =========================================================================