T'Pol In The Hot Seat

Guest Poster: Mirror T'Pol

I'm in charge on the Bridge for the first time since my promotion to Lieutenant Commander. Naturally, it's during the 'graveyard shiift', when the Enterprise's corridors go very quiet and most of the crew are in bed, or in  bed with someone else. Indeed, the only activity that tends to happen is that staff walk very quickly from their quarters into someone else's.

Technically, of course, in space, there is no night and day, and so we have an 'artificial night' to get the bodies adaptable. An invading enemy isn't going to know that, though. We can't ask them to come back in the morning when everyone is awake. Hence the skeleton staff we have to pilot the ship.

"What's it like out there, Lieutenant Britney?" I ask. Naturally, I wanted Brit to share the shift with me and a be a helmsman. She wouldn't want to be alone in our quarters. We can then go back together later on when it is all over.



"All quiet, sweetie." Brit answers, as she turns around to blow me a kiss.

"Brit!" I whisper, "I'm your commanding officer on the Bridge. You shouldn't address me like that. Only when we're together alone."

"I've seen Captain Picard talk to Beverly Crusher like that!" she replies.

"Maybe in the corridors, but not on the Bridge!"

"Okay, honey." she winks, "I won't do it again."



"Object closing in on sensors!" interrupts Ro Laren, who is on Tactics.

"Identify" I say in my authoritive voice.

"It's a Romulan ship!" Ro answers, and I am told they are hailing us.



"Captain Picard....who are YOU?" asks the Romulan on the videoviewer.

"This is Lieutenant Commander T'Pol." I tell them, "I am in charge of the Enterprise."

"A Viulcan Commander.?" sighs the one on the left, "That's all we need. Where are Picard, Riker, or the robot?"

I explain to them that it is an artificial night here and that I am on the graveyard shift while the Captain and the others sleep.

"It's just like going to a stage show on Romulus, sir." says his assistant, "One goes to see the top performers, and we end up getting the understudies."

Understudies? I think I've just been insulted.

"It serves you right for coming when the matinee was on." I tartly reply. with that, the Romulans switch off the videoviewer, then reverse course towards Romulan space.

"What was that all about?" asks Britney.

"I'm not sure." answers Ro, "We may just have prevented a hostile invasion by not being the people they wanted to see.

We look at each other, then laugh out loud.

"Time for some coffee and donuts!" I exclain.

Deanna Troi Brainwashed (Part Three)

Editor's Note:

Katherine Pulaski, former doctor on the Enterprise has escaped from the penal colony she was in and has managed to brainwash Deanna Troi. As a result, the Counselor has locked the ship on course for the nearest star, and is sitting in the Captain's chair on the Bridge She has put force fields all around so it cannot be entered.

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Beverly and I are sleeping when the Emergency Video Monitor goes off.

"What's the matter at this time of night? I say to it grumpily.

"Sorry to wake you sir." says a desperate Riker, "It looks like Deanna has gone crazy and is flying the Enterprise into one of the local suns."

It's little snippets of news like that which can really wake someone up. Bev and I both put on our uniforms; we do it in such a hurry, I almost put her tunic on. Fortunately she stopped me just in time.

The two of us step out, and I put my "Report, Commander Riker." voice on.



"It looks grim, sir." he tells me, "Deanna was the Commander for the night shift. It seems she told all others to leaver the Bridge, she changed all Command codes to herself, put a force field around the Bridge and locked the ship on course for the sun."

I can tell it's starting to get a little warm around here. The sort of temperatures we expect when lying on the beaches of Risa.

"I need to talk to her." I say, "Can you establish a videolink?"

"I will try, sir." Data answers, "But it will only work if Deanna Troi wishes it to."

The link is accepted, and on a monitor, I see Deanna sitting casually on the Captain's Chair.



"Hi there, Jean-Luc!" she exclaims, "What's cooking, besides you and the Enterprise, that is!"

She has a long laugh to herself about that remark.

"Counselor Troi." I say sternly, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Oooooh!" Deanna answers in a giggle, "Counselor Troi is it? Very well, Captain Picard, here's the deal. We are gonna agree on a few issues before I turn this ship around."

"I don't deal with people who threaten the safety of this ship." I tell her.

"You're gonna deal with THIS one, Cappy." she replies huffily, "Otherwise it's frying tonight!"

"You'll go as well." I point. out.

"A small price to pay." Deanna answers uncaringly, "This is what you'll do. I will turn the ship around and you will voluntarily all beam yourselves on a tiny M-Class asteroid. I shall then have the Enterprise to myself, and will go to pick up Katherine."

I snap on this crumb of information, although I can guess the answer.

"Katherine? Katherine who?" I ask sharply.

"Katherine Pulaski, of course." Deanna casually admits, "She had this beautiful device that freed my mind and allowed me to see myself outside Starfleet. We will get so much for the scrap we can sell this awful ship for."

"No deal." I say sharply, as if I'm on a quiz show, and shut the viewer off.

"We've got to get on the Bridge." I tell the senior staff who are with me, "We need to be able to put her mind right. Pulaski managed to brainwash her before she got here."




"Even if we got one person on, how can we change her?" Ro Laren queries.

"A Vulcan mind-meld may do it." I say, and all eyes turn to T'Pol.

To be continued......

Will Riker In The Chair (Part Two)

Guest Poster: Ro Laren

With Captain Picard and Beverly Crusher having a fun time at a beachside medical conference, Commander Riker is in the chair. We have some across a small ship of unknown origin. Myself, Worf, Data and Jennifer Baxter haved beamed over to investigate. A force fierld has prevented us from beaming back, and we can all hear an ominous ticking.....

Data comes across a console, and we see a countdown clock with just a few minutes to go.

"It looks like in a few minutes we shall be no more." Data calmly says, "It is fotunate that I have my girlfriend Jenny by my side at this time, though I would rather she be safe."

"It is a good day to die." Worf comments in a typical Klingon manner, "So sad that I will no longer be with my wife Jadzia. How fortunate that we married recently."

"Listen to the pair of you!" Jenny says in exasperation, "You are a right pair of doom-mongers! Let's try and solve this.



Jenny aims her multi-phase disruptor at the device, but nothing happens.

"What's happened, Jen?" I ask, "Have the batteries worn out?"

"It's not battery powered!" Jennifer replies starchily, "It is nuclear powered and cannot run down."

"My tricorder indicates that a high energy field is preventing all weapons from working.



"We have to do something!" Worf shouts irritatingly.

"I agree." Jenny answers, "Data and I were meant to be trying a hot new program in the holodeck tonight."

We alll look in horror as the countdown nears zero,and our lives flash before our eves, or in Data's case, through his circuits.

The clock reaches zero and an voice rings out:

"DON'T FORGET TO TASTE A DELICIOUS GALACTIC ROLL AT MARTY'S DINER. MARTY MAKES THE BEST GALACTIC ROLLS IN THE QUADRANT!!!!  YOUR CAN FIND HIM ON FARSA IV!!!!!"

The voice stops and the forcefield is lifted. We all beam back.

"Are you all right?" asks Riker, "Whatr happened?"

"Set a course for Farsa IV" says Jenny angrilly, "Us four need to wring Marty's neck."

Will Riker In The Chair (Part One)

Guest Poster: Will Riker

I'm in the Captain's chair temporarily, as the Cap and Beverly Crusher have gone to a medical conference together. 

You might well ask why the Cap needs to go to that sort of conference. He usually likes to when Bev goes, as they can enjoy all the freebies and time to themselves. I should think that if anyone were to ask a delegate if they saw Beverly Crusher in the Conference Hall, they wouldn't recall. Serves them right for holding the event where there is beautiful sunshine, beaches and water-skiiing.

Anyway, I'll have to stop going on, otherwise this will seem like a gripe. Alright, it IS a gripe. mThe only good thing is that Deanna and I are running the show for a while. No tiresome "Make it so, Number One." comments.

I hope we see a little action, though. Not that I want an invasion, or anything like that, but solving a problem always looks good.

"Ship on our sensors, Commander Riker." Data tells me.



Deanna puts down her chocolate fudge sundae and looks concerned.

"What do you think?" I ask her.

"The sundae was delicious." she replies with a smile.

"Not that!" I say in an asnnoyed voice, "I meant the ship ahead."

"Oh, that." she answers, "I'm a little concerned as I can't detect anything."



"It's true." Ro says as she looks up from her console. "There are no lifesigns on board the ship. It is an unknown class."

"I suggest we use some photon torpedoes and blow it out of existance." Jennifer Baxter comments.

"Ensign." I reply, "We've come a long way from the James T Kirk time of destroying everything we approach. Let's send an Away Team to look at it."

A few moments later, Worf, Data, Jennifer Baxter and Ro Laren are aboard the ship.

"Do you see anything?" I ask.

"Nothing in particular, Commander." Data replies, "But my android ears have heard a ticking, and a forcefield is preventing us beaming out again."

Suddenly I wish my time in the Captain's chair was a lot quieter than this!

To be continued.......

A Cure For T'Pol (Part Four)

Guest Poster: Jadzia Dax

Deanna Troi, Ro Laren, Ensign Britney, Jennifer Baxter and myself are all in a small ship, deep in the heart of Romulan space. Captain Picard has sent us on an un official mission, which means that if we get caught, he'll say he doesn't know anything about it. The mission is to go to Tevalla, where the only antidote for Tevallian Fever is. Britney's girlfriend T'Pol has it, and isn't going to last much longer.

As a Romulan battlecruiser has just spotted us, it looks like we have had it. Deanna seems to have a moment of inspiration and gone round to the back of the ship.

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"Deanna!" I shout to her, "We need some help! It's no time to vanish!"

"Yeah." Ro calls in agreement, "We did a little action here. The ship is almost here. They are hailing us!"

Suddenly, we hear a hurried rush, and Deanna comes back, out of breath, wearing something very different.



We gasp in amazaement, but say nothing as Deanna answers the hail.,

As the face of the Romulan Commander comes on our screen and announces himself as Karola, Deanna calmly talks to him.

"This is Commander Selana of the Romulan Counmcil" she says without a flinch, "What is it you want?"

Karola is surprised to see what appears to be a Romulan and carries on.




"May I ask what you are doing on a Federation vessel, Commander Selana?" asks Karola.

"My ship caught these Federation spies around the Romulan border." Deanna calmly answers, "I took their ship and we are going to Tevalla, where they will be questioned and tortured. Our soldiers are at the back of the ship keeping them under control."

"Very good, Commander." Karola respond, "Would you like me to give you an escort to Tevella? Perhaps we could go out for dinner after you have delivered the spies?"

"I'm very flattered, Commander Karola" Deanna answers in a slightly nervous voice, "My husband would not approve. Thank you as well for the escort offer, but I think we'll be all right from here. I'll be sure to report on how dligent and careful you were when you saw a Federation vessel."

"Very well." Karola says, "Still, if I see you in the Romulan Bar, I'll buy you drink, Selana."

With that, the battlecruiser flies off. Deanna starts to sweat and her Romulan make-up begins to slide off.



"It's a good job that Romulan went when he did." Ro observes, "Or he might have wondered why the woman he fancied had a face that was starting to melt!

"You're ruight there, Ro." Britney remarks, "C'mon. Tevalla is just in front of us. Let's get that cure for my T'Pol."

To be continued after the TWQ...

A Cure For T'Pol (Part Three)

Guest Poster: Deanna Troi

After the squabbles between the other women on our secret mission that Captain Picard has sent us on, it was finally agreed that I should be the leader as I had the Rank of Commander on the Enterprise.

What uis happening is that we are going to the planet Tevalla deep in the heart of the Romulan Empire to get the antidote for Tevallian Fever, which T'Pol has, and may not last long. Federation ships are forbidden to enter Romulan space, so we are running a risk big time. With me on the ship are Jadzia Dax, Jennifer Baxter, Ro Laren and also T'Pol's girlfriend Ensign Britney. We're running a danger having Britney with us, as she is an emotional wreck and is terrified that she might lose the girl in her life.

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"I hope you know what we are going to do if a Romulan battlecruiser comes up to us." Ro asks me, "We haven't enough firepower to tap on their shields."

"That's the idea, Ro." I reply, "We are meant to adapt a diplomatic non-aggressive attitude. Possibly we can appeal to the Romulans sense of fair play?"

Jenny sneers at this remark.



"Listen." she starts, "The only way to get them is to blow them out of the sky. If any try to board our vessel, then this multiphase disruptor will disintegrate them for good."

"Put it down, Jenny!" I command, "We don't want you waving that around, otherwise it could go off at any time accidentally and make space dust of us all."

"Well someone had better do something soon." Jadzia warns, "Our long range sensors are picked up a Romulan battlecruiser heading this way. They have spotted us, and are obviously not coming for a cup of coffee and a chat. They have all weapons primed and ready to use."



"We're all gonna die!!" screams Britney, running around like a headless chicken, "Every one of us, and also my beloved T'Pol. I'm sorry we couldn't save you!"

"Not so fast." I answer, "We still have a chance. I've got to act fast, though."

With that, I run to the back of the ship to see if my idea will work.

To be continued....

A Cure For T'Pol (Part Two)

Guest Poster: Ensign Britney

With my lover and friend T'Pol not having long to live due to her having Tavellian Fever, Captain Picard has allowed a group of five to go on a secret mission to the planet Tavella, situated in the Romulan Empire to obtain the only antidote that will cure her. I am on board a small ship with Jennifer Baxter, Ro Laren, Jadzia Dax and Deanna Troi.

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We've only bean going a short time when the squabbles start, with arguments about who is leading the mission..

"Well I say Britney should lead it." says Jadzia, "After all, it is her girlfriend that we are trying to save!"



"She doesn't have any leadership skills." Jenny says, as she carries her traditional fighting leather outfit in one hand and her multiphase disruptor in another, "I need to lead this mission. We'll go in with all guns blazing and get the cure for T'Pol."

"And start a galaxy-wide war with the Romulans at the same time." Ro Laren tells her, "Look, the only person here with Commander rank is Deanna. She needs to be our leader."

All our eyes look towards Deanna, who up to now had been sitting in one of the back seats in the ship reading Galactic Fashion Monthly.



"What?" she exclaims, "You want me to be in charge? Oh all right."

Deanna puts down her magazine somewhat reluctantly, and looks at us all.

"Jenny." she starts, "I agree with Ro. We can't go in violently. We can only start if we face any form of aggression. Even then, diplomacy will always come first."

Jenny puts her gun down, looking somewhat disappointed.



"Then what are we gonna do, boss?" I ask Deanne is a tired, but slightly sarcastic tone, "Are we going to go to the Tavellian Pharmacy and ask them for the antidote?"

"Don't worry, Britney." Deanna says, "I think I have an idea..."

To be continued after the TWQ....

Jadzia's Wedding Dress (Part Two)

Guest Poster: Jadzia Dax

I'm currently in the the Starfleet Mall shop Wedding Dresses by Alanis with my friend Ro Laren. We are trying to find a suitable dress that I can wear for my forthcoming marriage to Worf. So far, we've had little success, with the range varying from the boring to the downright outrageous.



"We're not going to get anything here, Jadzia." Ro gloomily tells me, "Let's look elsewhere."

"Just a moment, ladies." Alanis says desperately, "I've never had a customer leave here without one of my dresses, and you're not going to be the first. Stay a little while, as I'm sure we'll find you something suitable, Miss Dax."

We agree, and a model comes in, wearing another dress.



"This one isn't bad." muses Ro.

"I agree." I tell her, "It woild be fime if I were marrying a prince in his vastle, but it's Worf I'm getting hitched to, and we want everything to be in a Klingon design. I'm looking forward to Worf breaking my clavicle on our wedding night. It's a sign of good luck for the marriage,"

Ro looks at me oddly, and Alanis approaches.



"I'm sorry, Miss Dax." she says, "I couldn't help overhearing. Is it true that you are marrying a Klingon, and want rhe ceremony to be in the proper Klingon manner?"

"That's right."

"Ah, well I have the answer to your problems!" Alanis smiles, as she brings us a huge book with the Klingon symbol on it. The book says Klingon Wedding Dresses

I smile, and open the book.



"Now THIS is  more like it!" I exclaim to Ro as I leaf through the pages. Suddenly I stop.

"This is it!" I say, "I want to get married in this dress."

"It's a good one, Jadzia." Ro agrees.

"Excellent, Miss Dax." Alanis beams, somewhat relieved that I have at last found a dress that I like, "I'll measure you and have it made."

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Ro and I leave the shop, both happy that a major choice in my wedding has been decided.

Jadzia's Wedding Dress (Part One)

Guest Poster: Jadzia Dax

Ro Laren and I are in the Starfleet Mall, looking for a ship where I can choose a wedding dress from. Soon, I'll be getting married to Worf, and I want something that looks good. All right, the Dax symbiont I carry may well have been married before, but I'm Jadzia, and I want this to be a good one!



"Look!" exclaims Ro suddenly, which stops me reading my copy of Galactic Bride magazine, "That might be what we are looking for."

We see a shop that says Wedding Dresses by Alanis: We have dresses for all types of women in Starfleet.

"That does look promising." I say in agreement, "Let's take a look."

As we enter the shop, we are greeted by an overfriendly woman.



"Greetings, ladies." she beams, "I am Alanis, and have been employed by Starfleet to cater for all tastes in the Federation. Now which of you two women are getting married? Unless it's to each other?"

"No!" I reply firmly, "I'm the one getting married. I am Jadzia Dax. My friend Ro Laren is here to help me in my choice."

"Of course." Alanis replies, "I have some models in the back who will try on some ideas. Felicity will show you our Grecian dress."



"Very pretty." I say, "But rather samey. I want something different."

"Well, Jadzia." muses Alanis, "How about this?"



Ro tries not to laugh, and barely supresses her giggles.

"I'm not wearing that!" I exclaim angrily, "What do you think everyone would say?"

"Ensign Britney would probably like it." comments Ro, "And would choose it if she and T'Pol got married."

"You might be right, there, Ro." I say, "But it's not for me. Alanis, find something better than this!"

"Very well, Jadzia." she replies, and goes scurrying off into the dress room to find some more dresses.

"We could be here some time, Ro." I commrnt to my friend, "I had no idea that choosing a wedding dress would be this difficult."

To be continued...

Q & Y (Part One)

I sit in my Captain's chair as all the senior staff are gossiping about Worf and Jadzia's impending wedding. I  try and keep a starship that has 1500 people in it at the meantime.



"Well of course they were so suited for each other." Jennifer Baxter says to Ro Laren, "It's a wonder the two of them never married before."

"You're right, Jenny." Ro replies, "Did you know it's considered good luck to break a clavicle on a Klingon wedding night?"

The two of them chat away while Deanna Troi sits next to me with her arms folded, clearly in a huff. She hasn't said a word all morning except for the tut of disapproval when the wedding subject is brought up. As she and Worf were lovers before Jadzia came on the ship, Deanna has kept quiet.

As the Bridge crew continue to discuss the coming nuptials, I see something on the viewscreen.

"LOOK!" I say loudly, as I know I'm not going to get any attention any other way, "There is something the Enterprise is approaching."

Everybody reluctantly stops talking about the wedding and turns to the screen.

"What is it?" Riker asks.

"I don't know." I say, as if I am supposed to reel off an answer, "Increase magnification, Mr Data."



"It looks like trouble." Riker comments, "We'd better back out of here..."

"WHAT ARE YOU?" a voice booms out.

"I believe that it is trying to communicate with us." Data says, stating the obvious again.

"We are humans." I say clearly, "I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard..."

"SUCH A PATHETIC SPECIES, AS ALL ARE IN THIS UNIVERSE." the voice tells us.

"Who are we talking to?" I ask.

"YOU ARE SO INSIGNIFICANT." says the voice, "WHERE I COME FROM, I AM KNOWN AS Y"

I look at Riker and Deanna, who are thinking the same as I do.

"Do you happen to know a being called Q?" I ask

"THE Q CONTINUUM ARE IRRELEVANT." Y answers, "ALL OF THEM NEED TO BE ERADICATED AND ALL LIFE IN THIS UNIVERSE SO THAT THE Y CONTINUUM IS ALL THAT REMAINS."

Riker sighs.

"It looks like it's 'save the universe time' again, Number One." I tell him, "But we will need Q's help to do it with."

To be continued.....


Editor's note: This will be continued after the TWQ as time does not permit me to conclude it this week.

The Alpha Borg Queen's Visit (Part Two)

Guest Poster: The Borg Queen

Locutus seems to groan after I inform him that I wish the Enterprise to transport the leader of our glorious race, the Alpha Borg Queen.

"Why us?" her protests, "Can't your Borg Cube do it?"

"That is not possible." I reply, "However, I shall let our Leader give you the details."

Beverly Crusher steps forward.



"Hello, Queenie." she says to me.

"Greetings, Beverly." I answer. She is one of the few people I allow to call me 'Queenie' after our alliance on my Borg Cube when she took control of it and helped defeat Species 8472 when I was injured.

"Jean-Luc." she tells Locutus quietly, "Whatever the reason is, it must be a good one. It would be wise to listen."

"Very well." Locutus sighs, "Beam her aboard."

I give the instruction over the comband, and a shimmering light appears.



I bow down and say "Your Majesty." Locutus and the others give a grudging sort of bow after Seven orders them to.

"You may stand" she tells us all, then looks around.

"It is good to be on this human vessel Enterprise again." my Leader observes, "I enjoyed the Christmas Party the other year and partaking in the various pursuits that take place. Sadly, Locutus, this is a serious matter."

"Let's go into the Ready Room." Locutus suggests, "I'll bring my senior staff with me."

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When everyone is assembled, they look to the Alpha Borg Queen, who had her eyes fixed on Deanna Troi.

"As you have heard, the hardliners have been causing  more trouble for the moderate Borg leadership." my Leader starts, "Led by the Troi Borg Queen, they are pressurising and threatening drones to turn against their masters and side with them. A split in the Borg ranks is getting wider, Locutus."

"What's that to do with us?" Locutus asks blankly, "Many would say if the Borg are fighting each other, they have less time for assimilation.."

The Alpha Borg Queen rolls her eyes, as if she explaining something simple to a small child.

"Do you not realise, Locutus?" she says, "If the Troi Queen hardliners mount a coup and win, the position will be very different. The truce you and I have had will end and this entire galaxy will be overrun very quickly. This is the first place they will come."



"Can't you send someone in to assassinate this Troi Queen?" the Bjoran Ro Laren suggests, "A guy in dark clothes, high powered rifle?"

"My multi-phase disruptor would have done a good job." Jennifer Baxter pipes up.

"We should have done a long time ago." I reply, "But now she is too powerful, and has too many supporters"

"So what do you want us to do?" Locutus asks.

"My Imperial Cube was attacked by hardline forces" my Leader continues, "Fortunately, the 01 Cube was nearby and managed to rescue me before it was destroyed. The Troi Queen is searching for the Cube now, she will not realise that I am on the Enterprise."

"What about the Hive Mind?" asks Locutus.

"Fortunately I am able to deny access to them" the Alpha Borg Queen continues, "If you take me to a designated point where moderate Borg forces are located, I can attack the opposition and return home."

"Very well, your Majesty."  Locutus glumly says, as if he has just agreed to a visit to the dentist.

"I shall stay on board as well" I inform him, "As I will need to look after my Leader. My 01 Cube can be maintained by my drones. I hope they won't want paying double time because I'm not there."

To be continued...

Jennifer & Ro's Away Mission (Part Five)

Guest Poster: Ro Laren

Jenny Baxter and I are in the throes of saving the universe right now. I'll let you know if it all goes wrong. Although even if I do, there won't be too much point in telling, as everything will be in ashes.

It all started very easily when the two of us were scanning a nebula. We got drawn into the other universe, where this crazy alien, who looks like he escaped from Roswell tells us he's going to send a tri-cobalt megatron bomb through to our universe then take over.

We've managed to elimate the energy dampening field that was preventing Jen's multi phase disruptor from working, so now we have to work fast.

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"Come on, Ro." Jennifer urges me as we run through the corridors towards the Control Room, "Commander D'Arta is counting down the release time to the bomb."

We head in and see D'Arta walking around, while his minions work on various control stations.

"The doorway to the other universe is open for five minutes, Commander." I hear one of them say.

"Very well." D'Arta says in his best screen villain mode, "Release the bomb."

"Jen....." I stutter, "Are we too late?"

"It's never too late to prevent the end of the universe." she replies, and gets the disruptor ready to fire.



The disruptor beam shoots out all over the complex machinary, and sparks start flying as if it's the Fourth of July and New Year's Eve all rolled in one.

"You foolish females!" shouts D'Arla, "Now the bomb will not be released in your universe, but instead will destroy this one."

The two of us look at each other swiftly. And know only one course of action.

Run to the shuttlecraft!!

When we get there, the announcer is saying in a slightly panicky voice "Two minutes to detonation."

We get in the shuttle and leave for the nebula exit



"Put the booster thrust on, Jen!" I shout, as I know it's going to be one of those last-second events we seem to get away with. The rift is closing, and the detonation is any time!

The shuttlecraft just gets through, and as the rift seals, I hear the beginning of the explosion in the other universe.

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"So." says Captain Picard, as he talks to us later in his Ready Room, "Commander D'Darta, in his bid to destroy and rule this universe ended up blowing him and his own up?"

"Yes, sir." Jennifer concurs, "The bomb would have exploded had I tried to destroy it with my disruptor."

"Quite so." he tells me, "Well, it's good to know that both of you are on the Enterprise again. I was worried Data might not speak to me again after I let you go, Jennifer."

"I can take care of myself." she boasts, "I may need to adjust his male chauvenism circuit next time I see him."

We all laugh.

Jennifer & Ro's Away Mission (Part Four)

Guest Poster: Jennifer Baxter

This doesn't look like it's going to be my day. After a simple Away Mission with Ro Laren, it looks like the two of us will be viewing the end of the universe from a parallel one which we were drawn into while in a shuttlecraft.

Commandader D'Arta of the Vern Armed Forces is a complete universe-destroting nutcase. He wouldn't win any beauty contests either, unless all the contestants happened to look like those found in Roswell in 1947. Even then a dead one would probably win against him.

Anyway, he's sending a tri-cobalt megatron bomb through to our universe to do the damage. I think it sounds worse with a fancy title, though I wouldn't like to be around when it goes off.

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"What are we gonna do, Jen?" says Ro as we are led away by a couple of minions. I think that is fast becvoming her catchphrase..

"I don't know, Ro." I reply, "But I know we've got to destroy the energy dampening field so the my multi-phase disruptor can get to work. We can't let that bomb go off."

We get thrown in the jail. Time for Ro and I to discuss strategy. Two guards stand outside.



"We've got to do something, Jen!" pleads Ro, "We can't just sit here and watch our universe burn to a cinder."

"Calm down, Ro." I tell her, "I think we'll have to use Operation Honeytrap."

"What's that?" she asks, and I whisper it to her.

A few moments later, I seductively call out to the guards.

"Hey fellas." I start, "Would you like to keep two lonely women company? You both look so hunky and strong. Ro and I are keen to have fun with you."

A few seconds later, the two alien minions come in, obviously very eager.



Ro stands there, about to but her arms round one, while I hide behind the door, knocking one unconsious. As the other one turns round, Ro hits him and lays him out.

"Well done, Ro!" I tell her, "Let's get that dampening field switched off. It must be on the Bridge."

We head that way, careful to avoid any of the Vern race. As we near the Bridge, we see a notice on a doorway.."DAMPENING FIELD CONTROL"

"Very convenient." I comment.

We look around and see that there is an OFF, an ON and a SELF DESTRUCT.

"I think we'll go for the last one." Ro says, and we both laugh.

We run out of the room just in time for the machine to blow up. I look at my disruptor and smile. It's ready to work again.

A voice over the speaker announces "Bomb countdown in progress."

"All right, Ro." I say, "Time to save the universe."

To be continued...

Jennifer & Ro's Away Mission (Part Three)

Guest Poster: Ro Laren

This Away Mission that Jennifer Baxter and I are on seems to be going from bad to worse. It started simply enough when the two of us did an easy scan in the Aurora shuttlecraft of the Coral Nebula. Then a rip in space opened up, taking us into this other universe. We have been drawn to this warship. Jenny did her usual, coming out with her multi-phase disruptor, but it has no effect because of an energy dampening field. Now a booming voice is telling us that our universe will soon be destroyed.

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We wait for the voice to show himself.



"That voice sounds so hammy." complains Jenny, "He's like a movie villain who says "No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die!""

"It might sound hammy to you, Jen" I remark, "But at this moment we ARE in dire straights!"

The two of us look around to see the owner of the voice.



Yuk! Not a pretty sight. He would scare the children away, although I must admit it would make a good halloween costume.

"I am Commander D'Arla." he declares, "I am leader of the Vern Armed Forces in this universe. I am pleased to say that our plans are going well so far."

"And what might that be?" I ask, in the hope that he does what all villains do, and that is tell the good ones what his plans are so that they can be thwarted.

"You may as well know." he continues, "As you cannot do anything about it. Our race have been trying to get a temporary entrance into your universe."

"For what purpose?" Jenny asks.

"To destroy it, of course." D'Arla laughs, as if the answer is obvious, "We send a high powered tri-cobalt megatron bomb through it, then seal the entance. It will destroy all life in a billion lightyear radius. We will then go in and take over. Here is the bomb."

We look over to see it.



"It looks nasty, Ro." whispers Jenny, "We've got to stop it from happening!"

"Take them away!" D'Arla orders to a couple of his minions, "Time for the countdown to commence!"

To be continued after the TWQ...