Date:         Mon, 28 Mar 1994 21:08:43 -0700
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From:         Michael Smith <mwsmith@LAMAR.COLOSTATE.EDU>
Subject:      Treklander (ST:TNG/Highlander Crossover) Part 8

                (There can be only one...These are the voyages...)

                        T  R  E  K  L  A  N  D  E  R

                      Copyright 1994 John F. Moore III

                                   Part 8

  CAPTAIN'S LOG:  Stardate 48397.4 We have captured the leader of the
Feuhl military, an Earthling known as Sancho Marin.  We have not yet found
out why he's trying to escallate hostilities here, or even how he managed
to survive a direct hit from a phaser, but I intend to find out.  Embass-
ador MacLoud and the away team assigned to him, with Lt. Dijar replacing
an injured Lt. Worf have since returned to the surface to begin negotia-
tions between the two factions.

  Julia watched as Duncan disarmed the tempers of Prima Tu-Jar and the
Feuhl delegate, Ryla Drei-Fru.
  "But we have no promise that the Feuhl will keep the cease-fire this
time!  Your military advisor, Marin-Sancho, could not have brought you to
battle if you did not wish to go."
  "It has a point," Duncan said.  "What promise can you give that you'll
keep your end of the bargain, Ryla?"
  "I swear on the blood of my children that we will not attack the Tyone
as long as Marin-Sancho remains away.  His followers were few, but they
were enough to convince the Tyones that we wished to continue the attack.
Without their leader, his followers have no direction."
  MacLoud stretched.  "Well, it's getting late.  I think we have enough
trust between us that no one will try to kill the other, so why don't we
rest for the night and start talks in earnest tomorrow?"
  "Agreed, MacLoud-Duncan."
  "I concur."
  "At last," Julia mumbled to Dijar.  "I thought he'd NEVER get those two
to speaking terms..."
  Julia and Duncan went to the back room as Dijar stood guard.  Dijar, a
Ceradian, only needed sleep once every standard month for 72 standard
hours.  Because of this, Ceradians were excellent as sentries or guards.
Riker certainly picked a good replacement for the Klingon.
  Julia looked at the cots that MacLoud had replicated.  These were
certainly more comfortable-looking than the floor.
  She was asleep moments after lying down.

  "I advise against this, sir," Riker said as he and Picard headed toward
the brig.
  "I understand your concern, Number One, but if he won't talk we have to
do this."
  They arrived at Marin's cell.  Waiting there was Lt. T'dor, a Vulcan
with Behavioral Sciences.  The Vulcan nodded to the Captain and his first
officer as they approached.
  "Hello Mr. T'dor."
  "Captain, Commander.  I am ready to perform the mindmeld with your
permission."
  "Make it so."  Picard said as the security officer trained his phaser
on Marin and released the force field.
  Marin didn't move as T'dor entered and began the ritual.
  "My mind to your mind...my thoughts to--"
  Suddenly, as quick as thought, Marin seized the Vulcan officer andused
him as a shield.
  "Let me go, or your pointy-eared amigo weel have an odd angle to hees
head!"
  `Captain,' Data said, `Sensors are picking up a ship approaching fast.'
  "What type?" Picard asked.
  `Unknown.'
  "Go to Yellow Alert."
  `Aye sir.'
  Sancho Marin merely smiled.
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