Deanna Abducted (Part Two)

Guest Poster: Deanna Troi

I have got SUCH a headache!

There I was, shopping with Beverly in the Starfleet Mall. Suddenly she tells me that she thinks two burly men and a woman are following us. She suggests that we gewt away from them by going into a shop with a revolving door. I'm about to follow her, but before I can, I'm grabbed and beamed away.

I look around; I'm in a dingy room. It looks like all those fab bargains didn't come with me. If I've lost those, I'm gonna be SO mad! I just hope Bev picked them all up when she came out.

Now to the matter in hand; the door is open, so I'm hightailing it out of this rat hotel.


"You will stay where you are!" says the man-mountain I run into. Clearly, he must have been one of those who followed me. I go back and sit down like a good girl.

A few hours later, I'm starting to get desperate.



"Hey! Is anyone there?"

"Keep quiet, Deanna" a female voice says, "There is no one to help you here."

A sinister looking woman in dark glasses comes in.




Another woman in dark glasses follows behind, then another. Are they all having eyesight problems?

"You may call me Number One" says the fist woman, "We are the leaders of the female organisation known as the Sisterhood."

"Never heard of them." I say dismissively.

"Then that's to our credit." she smiles in triumph, "We keep our underworld activities strictly under the radar, and control many public organisations. We are an all-female group, except for the two heavies we employ, and we may not even need them soon."

"Better hope they didn't here that!" I say sharply, "What do you want of me?"

"Ah." answers Number One, "You are in a somewhat seedier part of San Francisco, a little away from the Starfleet. This is one of the clubs we operates, the Girly-GoGo Bar. You see, Deanna, we were on the look out for a new tall brunette to take the place of Minette, whom we had to execute as she tried to escape."

"You mean you want me here as a stripper?" I ask astonished, "I won't do it!"

"Yes you will!" orders Number One, "If you try and get away or call out for anyone to rescue you during your stage act, then your fate will be the same as poor Minette. Now I suggest you look through the dresses and try to practice your routine. Your first performance will be in a few days."

With that, Number One and her entourage walk out, leaving the man-mountain guarding the room.

To be continued after the TWQ.....