Dreams and Music Makers

"Dreamers and Music Makers"

The woman watched as her tormentor approached. She knew his mind set, and tried to prepare herself physically for the onslaught. He stood so close he should have repelled her, had her mind not been otherwise occupied. He brought her attention back to her situation by slapping her forcefully across the face. Her legs buckled. On her slide down the wall, for one brief moment, she came to have eye contact with her keeper before landing hard on the concrete floor. She was no longer afraid. Fear had long ago been replaced by despair.

He called for the guards to move the prisoner back to her "bed," a stone shelf along the wall. She lay there as they again locked her hands into the restraints, with her eyes closed she wondered if there was anyone left to help her. Her mind screamed "Enough!". Yet she would fight him, never would she allow him that victory over her.

"Give in now. You could go about a normal life. Live just as your people do. We would provide you with a cozy little cottage in the mountains. You would have no cares. The more you fight me, the more I can assure you that your life will be very long and quite miserable. He stroked her cheek. His voice softened to almost a whisper. "You look so tired. Sign the paper and I promise you all the sleep and rest you want."

She watched his lying face as he talked the beady eyes under their one massive eyebrow. What an ugly little toad, and yet here he appeared to literally hold her life in the balance, she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate not to give into the hysterical laughter that was already bubbling in her throat at the picture of him as a one-eyebrowed beady eyed toad.

"No my princess, there will be no sleeping until we agree. Let's begin again. You had your sister poisoned out of jealousy. Admit it. You killed your sister. You, alone are responsible for her death."

She calmly answered him, "No, you are lying." The woman closed her mouth and her eyes. It looked as though she was shutting down, turning off all the once vibrant senses of life.

The toad-like man signaled to the guards, "Let her have a short rest. Let her begin to relax, then we will finish. We'll make an end of it this day. I'll inform the regent of our progress." He turned to waddle off and out the door.

She heard the footsteps following and the door finally close, leaving her in the quiet of the darkened room. Enough of her senses were retained to have heard and understood what was to happen. She concentrated, hoping to reach one of her few trusted friends. She remembered he had told her they had all been killed, there was no one left. Her mind screamed for release from this hideous cruelty.

Just as her conscious mind began to relinquish its hold on sanity, she felt another's calmer, more peaceful presence. Somehow she felt no longer alone, she felt a compassionate, kind mind, and a listener was near. She continually sought it out, leaned on it, as one would lean on a strong foundation.

The compassionate one listened. The tormented woman could sense the concern and outrage at her predicament. This one did not speak, gave no clue as to its identity, but she knew this one would not forsake her. Here would be her rescuer. The imprisoned woman finally fell into a deep slumber.

Chapter 2

The senior officer's weekly poker game was in progress, with most of the winnings sitting in front of Commander Riker's place. A new hand had been dealt and the bidding had gone around the table. "Deanna are you in?" There was no answer. The counselor looked distracted. Riker looked closer, "Deanna, what is it?"

The empath didn't answer, but continued staring into space with a pained expression on her face. Dr. Crusher pulled her tricorder from her jacket pocket to run the instrument over the ship's counselor. She looked at Will Riker across the table. "Her synaptic activity is increasing, heartbeat and blood pressure are rising. My guess is there is telepathic activity occurring." Beverly looked around the table at the other players, "But with whom?"

Will reached to touch the hand holding the cards. The cards fell to the floor, her freed hand clutched Riker's. It was the only sign that a part of her remained at the card table with them. Riker looked at the other players around the table, "Is there anyone aboard ship that could affect her like this?"

"No one that I'm aware of Will." Beverly looked at Data who nodded his agreement. "Will, I think we should notify the Captain, there may be some ramifications here we have yet to understand. I'll stay with her."

Commander Riker looked reluctant to leave, when he tried to ease his hand from the counselor's grip it tightened, her nails digging into his flesh. "Deanna, it's all right, I'm here." He caught Beverly's eye trying to convey his concern without voicing it.

"Commander, I will report the situation to Captain Picard." Data, tilted his head, "I will verify whether there are any known empathic or telepathic races in this sector."

"Good, thank you Data." Will continued to watched Deanna as a tear slid down her cheek. He knew whatever she was in contact with was going to be bad news.

The other card players now stood to leave. "While Data is with the Captain, I'll check out the sector Commander," Geordi paused looking at the counselor, "If there is anything else I can do Commander, you know where to reach me." He paused just long enough to pat Riker's shoulder.

When the last two had left, Beverly tried again to get an answer from the empath, "Deanna, what's happening? Can you feel who it is? Are they on this ship?"

At first, there was no answer, Deanna Troi continued to hold on to Will Riker's hand as though it was the tether that kept her with them. He put his other hand on her shoulder, turning her toward him. "Take a deep breath and try to tell us what is happening so we can help too." He waited; knowing it would take time for her to gain control over whatever it was that held her senses captive.

As the empathic images became clearer, the counselor began to try to vocalize the mental picture. "It's a young woman, not on this ship. On a planet, somewhere....in a prison. She's been mistreated and awaiting death.....almost preferring it," the last part was whispered. " She is alone, there is no one to help her, all her friends are dead, murdered by those holding her." Troi closed her eyes. "We have to help her. They can't be allowed to do these things to her." She opened her eyes to look at Commander Riker, "Will, we have to help her, we can't let her there to die."

He gulped in air at beautiful eyes filled with tears and someone else's pain. "Let her where to die, Deanna? We need to know more to be able to help. Who is this woman and who is mistreating her? Do you know why any of this is happening?" Will watched the dark eyes close again, as the empath focused on the woman. Will looked from Deanna to Beverly. Beverly looked as uncomfortable as he felt with these developments. They both watched as Deanna was struggled to maintain her identity-to hold on to her reality while absorbing the emotional trauma of this other being.

Captain Picard entered the quarters and placed himself at Commander Riker's side. "How long has she been like this?" He asked softly.

"A little over two hours. She has been able to tell us something. The communication seems to be originating from a woman on a planet." Beverly reported as she again scanned the empath, "I don't like the way her brain activity has increased again. She is not accustomed to this type of communication. Captain, how close are we to an inhabited planet?"

"We are several light years away from the only class M planet, in this system with humanoid inhabitants. By a strange coincidence they have applied for membership in the Federation only a month ago. We will be making a stop there to investigate the planet for future membership. Data has sent a probe to orbit the planet. We should have some idea of what lies ahead by the information we can decipher from the probe." Picard continued speaking as though afraid to wake the counselor from her sleep, he spoke to Crusher and Riker but his eyes rested Troi, "But in the mean time I want someone with her."

"Captain, my concern right now is the affect this long term communication may have on Deanna. She isn't by nature a telepath. One problem with these lengthy strong empathic impressions is they may submerge the empath's own personality. This is a combination of both telepathic and empathic communication, from the descriptions she has been able to share with us. I've been working on a synthetic neuro-block that would surpress the chemicals in the brain that aid in translating the telepathic impressions into communications within the brain. With Deanna's help I think we should be prepared to use it, I'd like to find a way of dimming the impressions. I'm hoping it would allow Deanna to control the experience more so she would not be swallowed up by this other party."

Will Riker looked surprised. "Exactly how harmful can this be to her, Beverly?"

"Perhaps more than any of us know. That's the reason I want to be prepared. Think of it Will. Someone from quite a distance away reached out and virtually painted a picture complete with narrative in Deanna's mind. What will happen to her as we move closer to this planet. Look at her now! Can we take that chance?" Beverly watched Will blink and turn again toward the empath. Beverly saw his hand tighten on Deanna's shoulder, as he realized he would be as helpless as the rest of them if someone else controlled her mind.

Picard broke the silence that followed. "Doctor I applaud your farsightedness. Perhaps it would be wise to take the counselor to sickbay with you and begin as soon as possible."

Deanna appeared to come out of her trance, looking startled to find the other's attention on her. Will dropped the hand from her shoulder covering her hand that still held his. "Deanna?" She smiled weakly at him.

"Counselor, I want you to spend some time with Doctor Crusher. She is going to need your assistance in her lab at sickbay. We will then meet in the observation lounge for a senior staff meeting. Are you up to it?" She nodded. "Good. At that time I want to begin reviewing all that you have learned. Data may have some information from the probe. Number One I'd like you to co-ordinate the efforts from both the medical aspects as well as the gathering of data from the planet. Use all resources necessary to solve this mystery. I expect to be kept informed." He looked at the doctor and held her eyes, making known his meaning.The captain gently touched the counselor's shoulder as he passed her.

When Will began to withdraw his hand to follow the captain, Deanna squeezed it and looked thankfully into his eyes. He smiled back, understanding the thought she conveyed in those dark eyes. "I'll see you shortly." When all eh wanted was stay with her, protect her from the things that may haunt her.

She nodded and answered, "I know". She watched as he followed the captain into the corridor, a curious look etched on her face.

"What is it, Deanna?" The doctor's scientific mind was intrigued the scene she had witnessed between the two officers. It was common knowledge the two had once shared a relationship and continue to share a strong bond now on the Enterprise.

"I just had the strangest... I think I just read Will's thoughts."

"Well that's not so strange, you know each other very well. Even I know he's concerned about you."

"No it's more than that, Beverly. I know I scare people with my abilities and even now it frightens you, yes, part of that is your concern and feeling of helplessness, but this is more. I know it. I knew exactly what he was thinking when he was thinking it. Don't ask me how. This is different from anything I've experienced before."

Beverly stood with her lips parted as though about to say something when the words were stolen from her mouth. She again ran the tricorder over the empath's form. "Deanna, there is something happening. Let's go to sickbay. I'd like to run a diagnostic brain scan before we begin on the neuro-block."

Jean Luc Picard sat in his ready room reviewing information on Prakal. He gave permission to enter when the chime sounded; he expected his first in command, but was taken back to see the face in front of him. He smiled, "Guinan, what brings you here? It must be important to drag you away from the new lounge; I've seen the requisitions you have requested. I fear the new lounge will resemble a palace by the time you've finished." Then upon seeing the serious demeanor, "What can I do for you?"

"Jean Luc, I understand that the counselor is in contact with someone from Prakal. That is quite unusual for Troi, quite a distance for empaths-unless the other person is also a skilled empath or telepath." Guinan looked as though she had the answers and knew the implications.

"Guinan, if you know something, I'd like you to explain. Please sit down, would you like tea?"

Once in sickbay the doctor had no explanation for her findings, only that Deanna's brain was producing elevated amounts of the chemicals found in telepathic species, and the activity of the brain had jumped yet another notch since her last tricorder readings. Now it became imperative that they find a way of controlling any outside influence that may threaten the counselor.

The two women had been at work for two hours when Beverly noticed Deanna with the same expression she had had back at the card game. Her eyes pinched shut. "No! They can't do that. They can't touch her like that. They're trying to frighten her into some kind of confession. She's not well.. It's too much. She may go over the edge! I'm afraid she'll lose her sanity. Beverly we have to do something." Her worried eyes sought the doctor, "We have to help her. She has no one else." She pleaded, "She ha no one else."

Beverly was moved to embrace her friend, then she pulled back to look into the tear soaked face. "Deanna, how are you be getting these impressions?" Beverly watched her closely, ready to use the hyprospray if it could buy time to keep the empath sane. "Deanna can you shut this off yourself, you have to try to gain control over these communications."

Deanna whispered, "I know, but I can't pull away from her. She needs me." Beverly pulled her back into her arms as though trying to keep her consciousness with her on the Enterprise and off the planet. Deanna was as close as a sister to her, and Beverly was going to move heaven or hell if need be to keep her friend safe.

Beverly felt Deanna's posture change, she pulled back to look at the again blank trance like eyes. This time Deanna began talking in a monotone as though reciting. The doctor could see the strain it took for the empath to try to communicate what was being communicated to her."She must have elevated abilities of her own for me to get such a clear sense of her. She has a strong sense of identity, from that I would believe her to be of a ruling class. It may explain why she's in this prison by an act of betrayal. The ones that holding her have such a grip on her, she feels no one can help and everyone will suffer."

Deanna was so focused she never felt the captain's presence. He watched the woman in front of him struggle with the emotional battle worlds away. "Counselor can you block this from your mind? If you are unable I want the doctor to begin using the hyprospray until you can control the flood of information. Deanna?" The captain waited when nothing changed; he nodded for the doctor to use the block. He watched as Beverly placed the hypo spray up to her neck, listened to the almost silent swish as the medication entered the empath's body. He saw the counselor blink and take a deep breath, "Counselor, can you still sense the other woman?"

"Yes Captain, but it's much fainter-more distant." She looked at the doctor, "The neuroblock?" Beverly nodded, relieved that they had some defense to fall back on.

The captain's comm badge sounded, it was Commander Riker asking if there was a problem. The rest of the senior officers were assembled in the assigned meeting place awaiting them. Picard assured him they were on the way and would cover any developments upon their arrival.

When the captain and the two women entered the lounge all eyes turned to them. Picard quickly got the meeting started by asking Data to share the probe's finding with them. They learned that the planet had undergone many recent changes in the political realm. Prakal had abundant natural resources among them the natural beauty of the planet. The pollution and blatant disregard for life though, had taken its toll on the planet resulting in dead rivers, slum areas with disease and death surrounding the cities.

One of the surprises of the meeting was Guinan; the hostess from ten-forward had actually been on the planet "many years ago". She had related to the crew her impressions of Prakal and it's life. The changes she could see from the probe's surveillance and her visit Guinan had no natural explanation. The woman looked very serious when she told them she was quite sure that there was an outside force involved because the planet she had been to was quite benign, which certainly did not agree with the probe's findings.

"Prakal was a beautiful planet, populated by a humanoid race, much like yourselves. The planet has four large continents, each has their own government; Two ruled by dictators and two by monarchs, of course there is no trust between them. If a monarch dies, the replacement or succession is kept within bloodlines. However, rebellions were common. The economy was somewhat based on a feudal system. I did not meet many of the inhabitants of the planet. There is one fraction of the population with limited empathic skills. How this happened is a mystery, whether it is a genetic inconsistency, or the rest of the people have skills that lie dormant, or another possibility is that it is a skill too little used and dying, no one seems to know."

Guinan paused to look at Doctor Crusher and Counselor Troi before adding, "There is one more thing you need to be aware of before you go down there. They are a male oriented people, at least the part I visited was. Females are either owned or bought. Marriage is an outward form of ownership. Do not be caught there alone ladies. You may find yourselves as slaves or wives... in this case, they may be the same."

The crew was told that there would be an away team sent to the planet on a diplomatic mission and the captain intended to lead this mission. He asked the counselor to explain all that she had experienced with the woman from Prakal. When she had relayed the information he asked, "Counselor, are you still sensing anything from her? Do you think it may be possible for you to communicate something to her?"

Troi answered slowly, "Captain, I do still have a sense of her, she's in great jeopardy. She needs our help. What would you have me communicate? I have been careful not to give her our identification. Before I try to do this I have to know how you want our presence described to her."

"That does appear to be the problem with this situation- how do we approach this? What reason do we have for interfering with the course of events unfolding before us? Counselor, do nothing in the way of communicating any information to the planet. Not until we can better grasp this situation for what it is."

Doctor Crusher intervened, "Captain, we don't know the effect this communication may have on Deanna. This person's emotional health is hanging in the balance. Look at the affect it has had on her already! The power of her emotions is almost overwhelming to Deanna now, as we get closer to the planet I expect to increase the strength of the block. I'm not sure I want this to continue much longer. Deanna, if this woman loses her sanity how will that affect you?"

"There's no way to know." Troi looked uncomfortable; "Hopefully we'll never have to know."

"Doctor, do you feel the situation to be well enough in hand for you and the counselor to attend another meeting in three hours?"

"I hope so." Beverly Crusher did not sound as confidant as the captain would have preferred but he allowed that to pass for the moment.

"Good. I 'll. see you both then. If anything else materializes I want to be informed immediately." He waited for their acknowledgment before dismissing them. He watched them leave and thought of his crew, actually they had become his family, each with a special talent or skill. Anyone of them would, without a thought for their own life, do what ever was asked of them. His thoughts lingered on the counselor, Deanna Troi, as an empath was constantly swimming in a sea of emotions. He saw first hand how profoundly those emotions could weigh on her. He remembered a time in the past when a crewmember died. Not only had she seen it, as the rest of them had, she also experienced the agony of their death. He wondered how that must have felt - to feel another's death. As much as he appreciated and depended upon her skills, he wouldn't want them. Now she was feeling the torment of a total stranger, but it wouldn't be a total stranger if you could feel their torment would it? The captain shook his head as though trying to clear the dismal taste those thoughts had left in his mind.

Chapter 3

On Prakal II life continued with little surface change. Gringbald was deviously carrying out many subtle changes. Gringbald, a notorious despot, had seized rulership by seizing the heir apparent. The reputation of regicide he wore as flamboyantly as he wore his weapon. This was not his only tryst with politics. Prakal had become his playground, once home to four governments, it was through Gringbald's political manipulations - his usurping and subsequent sequestering of the ruling factions that had landed him the lofty position as the planet's ruler (he preferred the title of regent). The common ingredient was the greed of the planet inhabitants. The catalyst was the unsuspicious Federation. Gringbald had waved the riches and power of the Federation as a summons to greatness to an impoverished society.

When, in time, it became common knowledge only a few would prosper according to Gringbald's plan, the deed was done. Gringbald never had any intention of joining the Federation, or any other alliance. It was purely by accident that the Federation was ever notified. An over-eager, young deluded devotee, trying to climb quickly up the ladder of Gringbald's favorites, contacted the Federation. He acted in good faith, assuming the despot's promises to be authentic. He died knowing Gringbald's treachery.

This government of Prakal's largest body of people would have been Abeathdor's to govern, had nature taken its course. Abeathdor would have been coronated as queen at her older sister, Yarmie's death. Gringbald's secretary, Zylon had so convinced Yarmie of Abeathdor's corrupt and abased life style, during her remaining years Yarmie feared her life to be threatened by her sister.

The atmosphere the two sisters lived and grew up in contributed to the state of mind that would allow Yarmie to be easy prey to this propaganda. Each sister was born of a different mother. Each mother had died early through political machinations by the king, their father. Each sister was made aware of the other's birthright by the continual vacillations of the king. Each being declared bastard or princess in turn.

Yarmie was raised with a narrow education, abundant suspicion and superstitions. In contrast, the younger Abeathdor had the skills of an education mind. Those entrusted in her care had sought out and attained the educational services of some of the best academics in, not only their land, but also those of surrounding areas and the many refugees fleeing the lands Gringbald was appropriating.

At the time of Yarmie's illness, Zylon had pointed to Abeathdor's surrogate mother as the would be assassin, the weapon...poison. Yarmie was torn between rage and the joy of martyrdom. She could see escape from her miserable life as a captive ruler over an unhappy, equally miserable people. When Abeathdor was taken to prison in the tower, she begged for an audience with her sister to plead her innocence and that of the woman who raised her. In answer Yarmie had the suspected assassin beheaded. Abeathdor never had the opportunity to present her case. Yarmie died while the princess sat imprisoned in a cold damp room a top the tower, known as "traitor's keep". Abeathdor was the last heir in the direct line of the king. Yarmie was only the latest in the family to die. There had been two young kings before the queen. Both kings had come to a mysterious end. Now, with no claim to the throne except that of the traitorous princess, it would seem Gringbald had Prakal in the palm of his hand.

That was until the ENTERPRISE showed up. Gringbald was trying his best to but on the airs of a man about to be crowned by popular demand over the line of succession, the end of which was the demented criminal, Princess Abeathdor.

Before the arrival of the Enterprise, everything was going according to Gringbald's plan. Abeathdor was close to breaking. Her untimely death would leave Gringbald a clear and uncontested path to the throne. Then, suddenly, Zylon reported Abeathdor had calmed and appeared once more the queen. She had regained enough of her confidence and poise that her future no longer appeared so clearly to be in Gringbald's control. That can change. Gringbald was going to have it changed. When the delegation from the starship arrived, Gringbald had every intention of being in total control of everything, his future included. He would show this Federation contingent a royal case of murder brought about by a rare case of paranoid schizophrenia. He needed to continue pushing the line in Abeathdor's mind. Last night Zylon had reported the princess to be on the verge of collapse. They would push again, Zylon had orders to begin again tonight, and the work would go on all night if needed. Gringbald preferred the cover of darkness for this type of work. It always seemed the victims were more cooperative after a night's work. It was almost twilight now, in a short time Gringbald felt his future would once again be in his own hands. The Federation representative would arrive sometime the next day, just days away from the announcement of his coronation.

Chapter 4

They had been working with the neuroblockers for some time when Beverly noticed Deanna looking grim. "Do you still sense her, is she communicating with you now?"

"I'm getting a sense of her panic, her struggle to remain herself. Sometimes it's very faint, then suddenly it hits like a missile, except that it doesn't last, it goes and comes in great waves. Beverly, I need to center myself, would you mind coming with me to the hollow deck? I have a program designed to help. "

"No, in fact it would do us both good to walk away from this for awhile."

The holodeck program was a sunset on a beach, with waves crashing against a sea wall. The sunset was a faded crimson with colors you would only find on a planet that had twin suns at a parallel distance setting in unison. On a holodeck a sunset could last forever. Beverly heard Deanna whisper a few lines of poetry.

"We are the music makers And we are the dreamers of dreams Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams World losers and World forsakes On whom the pale moon gleams Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world, forever it seems."

Deanna looked up at her friend, "I don't know why, but the poem has stayed with me since the first time I read it. The title is "Ode"; it was written by Arthur O'Shaughnessy wrote it in the late 1800's. This holodeck scene always reinforces it. Today, in particular, it seems to be in the back of my mind." She was sitting on the beach with her knees drawn up, her chin resting on arms crossed over the tops of the knees.

Beverly couldn't help thinking of a small-lost child at the sight of Deanna on the beach. She sat next to her, resting a hand on Deanna's arm. "That is quite poignant, but it sounds lonely. We humans sometimes stand off a bit from others who have different talents or skills. We're not always sure how to approach them on their level. Even though every cell in our body may want to say or do something, or even just to be physically close to them, we allow the stupid part of our brain to dominate and we do nothing. Deanna, we may not be able to feel what you do or to totally understand these empathic encounters, but we are very concerned for you. As long as you are on this ship with this crew, your friends, you are never alone. Really when you think of it we are as close as a family."

"I know Beverly, I guess I'm a little off balance right now. You have been as close as a sister to me. I want you to know how much that means to me. I don't know what I'd do without you and Will."

"Maybe you should let Will know how much you need him." Deanna shot her a quick look. "It wouldn't hurt to get your feelings out in the open, it may surprise you to learn that his feelings are just as strong."

The last scheduled briefing before the first away team was to beam down was taking place. This first trip to the planet was to pretty straightforward information gathering. The away team was much more aware of the existing conditions there than the host on the planet could possibly know.

Commander Riker repeated his objections to the captain's presence on the away team, but was held off by Picard. "I know Commander, this visit is entirely diplomatic in nature, and it is crucial that it is accepted as such. For the initial visit I will take Counselor Troi, Data and yes, Mister Worf, you will come." Worf had made a visit back to the Enterprise, on the way to the Klingon home world to meet with Alexander, his son. Picard turned his attention back to Riker, "You see Commander, I will take security."

"Captain, I think I should come." The doctor was incredulous that he hadn't intended to take her, that he would allow Deanna to go with no one to aid her in countering the affects of close contact with a race of such potent telepaths.

"Doctor, you will brief Data and myself on the symptoms and procedures of administering the needed medications to the counselor, should they become necessary. I cannot compromise this mission if we are to succeed. We'll have Mr. LaForge standing by for emergency beam-up. Did I cover everything? There will be no need for costumes. We are going down as representative of the Federation in uniform. The dress may change for the next visit. Primarily, this will be "first contact" procedure. I suggest you review and freshen up on protocol. We'll meet in transporter room three after orbit has been achieved. Dismissed."

The captain stood at the head of the table and watched as the participants began leaving. When Troi and Crusher were about to pass he touched Troi on the elbow, "Counselor, you may communicate to our friend your presence and our desire to help her. That may help her emotional state. Keep me appraised of the results. Oh...and Deanna we will not leave you stranded without Doctor Crusher." He looked at Crusher knowing she had stayed and heard the request. She merely raised an eyebrow. Troi looked at the two of them, smiled slightly and thanked the captain. When everyone had departed the room, Picard sat and looked down the length of the now empty table and sighed, "It will be good to get this one over."

Data caught up to Troi and Crusher as they were making their way to sickbay. "Counselor, may I ask you a question?" She nodded. "How is it possible on a planet where women are treated as possessions, that women may rule as queens?"

"Well, Data, in the past on ancient Earth ruling families were thought to be in an exalted position. It was thought to be through divine providence, that they were a chosen few born to rule. Sometimes families had prearranged marriages thinking the chosen husband to be equal to the role as consort. That would make them king through that marriage. You see that would also make any heir valuable, regardless of sex, in a society where all other females may have one purpose - producing children. It was also a way of building an alliance with another government or foreign land, contracting a marriage between the children of those lands. That may also be true in this case, although we have yet to understand exactly what is happening here."

The three entered Beverly's office. The doctor collected a PADD and tricorder, "I'll be close if you need me. Data if anything unusual happens or if the counselor seems in distress, please notify me immediately."

The android looked at Troi and asked, "Counselor, will I know if you are in distress?"

"Yes, Data, I believe you will. There's nothing to be concerned about; I don't expect any problem from this communication. If anything it should render a little relief for the woman with whom I've been in contact."

"I am not concerned, merely curious." Data stated a fact not an attitude, something most of the other officers adjusted to long ago.

The empath closed her eyes and concentrated on what it was she would attempt to communicate. After coming to a decision she opened her barriers, removing all obstacles that the neuroblock would allow, then reached out with her mind into the emptiness of space, trying to touch the mind that had left such an imprint on hers.

Over two hours had passed when Beverly Crusher reentered her office to find Data intently observing the counselor, while Troi seemed in a trance. "Data, how long has this been going on?"

"Exactly two hours seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds, Doctor."

Beverly sat facing Deanna; slowly she began moving a tricorder across the entranced empath.

The captain's voice came across the office comm, "Doctor Crusher, do you have any results from the counselor's attempt at communication yet?"

"Captain, she apparently isn't finished communicating. This has been going on now for more than two hours."

"Have there been any ill effects to the counselor?"

Beverly shook her head, "None that I can find."

"I expect a report as soon as you have anything. I know you'll keep an eye on things for me doctor."

The doctor and android kept watch over the empath until the communication tie seemed to end. "Deanna?" Beverly waited for her friend to look at her. "How did it go?"

"I was able to let her know we where near and going to try to help her. She seemed surprised that I was someone not on the planet. I felt a release of great anguish from her. I think it helped."

"Good. Since I am to remain with you let's go to your quarters where you can get some rest."

In the lighting of the turbolift, Deanna noticed Beverly also looked a little worn down from the day's events. It was well past the night phase of Enterprise time. "It appears we could both use some rest." She smiled when Beverly looked at her with one eyebrow cocked.

"Very tactful Counselor. I'm planning on using that comfortable sofa in your quarters. I have orders to stay with you. Don't argue."

"Aye aye, sir." The counselor turned to hide her smile.

Sometime later Commander Riker lightly tapped the chime at Counselor Troi's door. There was no answer. He repeated the gesture, this time he heard a soft "Come". As he entered the quarters, he glanced around checking for a reason that would have delayed the greeting response. He saw Beverly Crusher sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands.

She looked up at him, "Has anything new come up, or are you checking in for the same possibility?" Her voice was low, as though she had not yet fully awakened from her nap.

"The captain mentioned Deanna had been successful in her attempt to communicate to the planet, and you've had to increase the dosage of the nueroblocking agent. I wanted to see how things were going." He looked around the quarters, noticed the darkened sleeping chamber, "You've got her to sleep?" His voice was incredulous, he knew when Deanna was on call as ship's counselor, she was somewhat like a dog with a bone, and she rarely gave up for rest or anything else.

"Sit down Will, we can talk for a while. I gave her another hypospray after she fell asleep. It seems that the other party on the planet must have lost consciousness. We are using this time to catch up a little before the beam down. I used the hypospray just to ensure some uninterrupted rest. You look like you could use some rest yourself, Will." She looked back at the sleeping chamber before continuing, "Will, I know you have to be objective when working with the crew under your command, but there are times when you.."

He didn't allow her to finish, "Doctor, we'll all rest better once we know what we're dealing with here. There are many questions that must be answered and unfortunately, our empath is the key to the answers. She may also be the one most harmed finding those answers. The frustrating part is no one knows how to help her, let alone protect her. Did you ever consider that right now the difficulty might lie in how can I stand by while she is put into a position of such intangibles that could endanger her? How long has she been asleep?"

"Not long, Will, how long have you been here?" He turned to see the counselor standing in the doorway to the sleeping chamber. She stood leaning against the wall, looking as though she may have been there for a while.

He looked carefully at her, noticing the disheveled hair, the tired and still sleep clouded eyes, and she wore the robe he had gotten for her years ago while he was on leave. She touched his heart as none other could. He tried to disown the concern that continually threatens to choke him over this situation.

"Deanna, I just stopped in to see how things were going. The captain said you were able to contact the woman on the planet. I wanted to see how you were."

"I'm fine now. It felt good to let her know we were attempting to help her." Deanna raised her eyebrows sensing more. "If you give me ten minutes I'll freshen up a bit, then I can go over it with you." She didn't wait for a reply she disappeared back through the doorway and out of Will's sight.

When the Counselor had returned her hair brushed and looking as though her short rest had erased the earlier events, Beverly decided to give the two some time. She hoped that they would finally realize what everyone else knew, that their feelings for each other were more than that of just close friends. She knew Will had to see for himself that Deanna was going to go through with her assignment. "Will, if you are going to be here for a while I'm going to check on sickbay. I need to pack the medkit and go over some items with the captain." He assured the doctor he would be there until she returned.

Deanna filled Will in on the communication with Abeathdor. She turned to look at him, sitting beside her on the sofa. She softly asked, "What is it, Imzadi, what is bothering you?"

He put his arm around her; "Can't you tell?"

"I can sense that you are troubled, concerned about this mission." She looked into his eyes awaiting an explanation.

He sighed before answering, "I feel powerless stuck here on the ship with you down on the planet under these conditions."

She smiled up at him, "Now you know how I feel watching you on the transporter pads, going into the great unknown. You have no idea how many times..." She stopped herself, having said more than she had intended.

He looked surprised, "I didn't know. Is it always like this?" She shrugged her shoulders not wanting to commit to more than she had already. Will concentrated on her body language, the way she wouldn't meet his eyes, the way she crossed her arms and stared at her foot. "Deanna that's different I'm trained for those visits. It's part of my job."

She turned to him now, a spark of determination replacing the subdued posture, as she shrugged away from his arm. "And I am now doing my job, my assigned place on this ship is as counselor, I am a trained empath. I am capable of doing my job." She stood and walked to the furthest wall putting the greatest amount of distance away from him and continue to be in the same cabin.

He moved quickly covering the distance. "Deanna, that is not what I mean. I know you to be well qualified to do your job." He put his hands on her shoulders, "This assignment has so many unknowns, all of which may be threatening to you in particular. Dangers that are unknown to us, and may be unsuspected even by you."

She looked up at him, sensing his remorse at the turn the conversation had taken. "Since when have you been afraid of the unknown, Will Riker?"

"Since it involves you." He pulled her into his embrace. "Just do me a favor, be careful. Let the captain know immediately of any changes you sense? Please."

She moved out of his arms to stand back and look into his face. "Do you think I am not capable of fulfilling my place on this mission? Exactly where do you think I fit in on this ship, Commander?"

"Wait a minute Deanna. Why are you jumping to these conclusions? That is not at all what I mean. You said you worry about my away missions, does that mean that you do not trust me to be competent to handle myself or the responsibility of leading an away team?" He put his hands on her shoulders to hold her in place knowing she would move from him when she felt confronted. "Listen to me", he softened his voice to a whisper, "I am concerned, and maybe a little fearful of losing you to something we-I should have been able to prevent. I would feel better if I were going with you down there. It's hard to know I'm here, so far out of reach. Does that sound so terrible."

'Will, I am sorry. I guess I am a little unsettled by the atrocities this woman is undergoing. And the neuroblock that Beverly is using will mute my empathic abilities a bit, until I can get used to it. Imzadi, nothing is going to happen. We'll be back before you know it. This is only an information-gathering visit. Purely diplomatic." She allowed him to gather her into his arms for a long moment.

He hadn't thought about her abilities being muted, it made sense, but it also increased the risk to her, he thought of it blindsiding her. He knew how much she depended upon those insights. Commander Riker also knew better than bringing any of that up right now, at least not to her.

CHAPTER 5

All preparation aside, this would be a night of little rest for the crew. After Will left, Deanna Troi found she was unable to rid herself of the restlessness that quickly escalated until she was soon fighting hysteria. It was Abeathdor on the planet, fighting for sanity, searching her soul for control. Deanna, after getting a feel for the situation, tried to calm the princess with reassuring words letting her know that she and her crew members would be on the planet shortly. The counselor was urging Abeathdor to hang on, all along constantly reminding her she was no longer alone.

It was surprising how easy this communication had been. Deanna Troi only one-half Betazoid and one-half human had not inherited the formidable skills of her blue blooded Betazoid mother. Only with a few had the empath been able to communicate telepathically and they had either been close family, friends or Will. Now that the communication had become two ways, the frustration and tension Deanna had been dealing with melted away and the flow of words and thoughts ran smoothly. Many times throughout her youth and perhaps less frequently as an adult Deanna found herself wishing she could live up to the inheritance of her mother's people. Nevertheless, here, with this woman, she felt none of those inadequacies. The only hurdle she needed to face was the pain of the other woman. Pain she hoped they as a team would be able to eliminate once they found Abeathdor.

Beverly returned to a very mellow Counselor Troi, she could only conclude that the commander's presence had strengthened Deanna's peace of mind. The doctor watched as the empath communicated again and again with the inhabitant of the planet. The doctor requested Deanna to voice her end of the communication, to enable her to better monitor the empath's well being by understanding the context to which she was reacting. When after sometime had passed Deanna noticed Beverly has fallen asleep curled up in the chair she had been sitting in, she stopped vocalizing her conversation. By this time the ship's counselor's mind had become so imbued with the tribulations and dreams of the woman from the planet, she couldn't pull away from her, remaining in communication with her the rest of the night.

The doctor suddenly became aware of the movement around her. She opened her eyes to see Deanna covering her with a blanket. She was dressed to leave. "Deanna, it can't be time to go already! Did I sleep that long?"

"No, it wasn't all that long Beverly, as you would say- 'it was sleep you needed'. Stay and rest a little longer. This may well be over in a few hours. You need your rest, you have been babysitting me and neglecting your own needs. Please go back to sleep. I may well need you later, we know it was a terrifying night in the tower. Beverly..." As her friend pushed back the blanket and got to her feet.

"I'll just walk you to the transporter room. I need to go over the use of they hyposprays and a few other items with the captain and Data." The doctor took a moment to scrutinize her friend, noticing the lack of sleep taking it's toll she commented, "What a bunch we are, making an official visit looking like the walking dead. No insult intended."

Deanna put a hand to her face, then brushed back her hair. "None taken, but if you don't mind, I think I'll take another second to try to remedy that." She made a dash back into her bathroom. Beverly grinned at her friend's slight touch of vanity.

When the doors before them opened into the transporter room, the two women saw Data and Worf talking with Geordi, near the console. They had no sooner entered than the doors opened again behind them. This time Captain Picard and Commander Riker entered to join the crew. Commander Riker nodded his acknowledgment to Worf and Data, but it was the women he walked up to. He stood before Deanna, at first saying nothing, the two just stood looking into each other's eyes as though reading all of the other's secrets in just those few seconds.

"Well, I guess I'll see you shortly." He paused but it was evident he had more on his mind. Beverly started to back away giving them a moment when he continued. "Deanna, would you please do something for me? Stay with the Captain, go no where alone. Remember what Guinan said?" She nodded. He held her eyes a minute longer before turning back to the Captain and the others to make sure of the co-ordinates were received for the beam down.

Beverly looked from Riker to Troi, under her breath she said, "He could have been a hair more romantic, don't you think?"

Deanna scolded mildly, "Bev-er-ly!"

"I know. I know, he's in command mode." They exchanged smiles. She turned back to Deanna, "Seriously, be careful. If the empathic waves become too difficult to manage beam up immediately, don't wait too long. I may not be able to reverse any severe damage."

"I understand. Thank you Beverly." She smiled trying to let the doctor believe that she would follow her advice regardless of the situation. Deanna was hit by a wave of concern and uncertainty as the doctor looked her in the eye once more. She knew she had not fooled Beverly into any false sense of security. The doctor firmly believed that the empath would stubbornly go about her role as she felt she needed to, even if that meant pushing beyond reasonable limits. Deanna smiled at her friends concern. "I promise not to push beyond what I can endure. How's that?"

Beverly forced a smile, "I promise to believe that when I see it Counselor!" She squeezed her friends arm, "Come with me. I want you to make sure the Captain or Data know when you are feeling overwhelmed." The doctor quickly reinforced all the procedures to the rest of the away team. Will Riker stood watching, trying not to let his own thoughts bleed out to Deanna. He couldn't take his eyes off her as the doctor outlined what she expected might occur once they arrived on the surface. Right then, he wanted to be the one leading the away team. Better yet, he wanted Deanna here sitting on the bridge with him as the away team beamed to the surface. He memorized everything about her, as she stood uncomfortably aware of his attention, and his thoughts.

Worf cleared his throat, "Commander, I know how much she means to you, I will not allow anything to happen to her sir. You need not be concerned."

Will masked his expression. "I appreciate that Worf, but your first duty is to the Captain. I only wish I was coming along on this one."

"Still, I will keep my eye on her." Worf grunted something Will Riker could not clearly make out, but it sounded a lot like- time to get his ass out of the neutral zone. He frowned at the thought that Worf knew of his feelings and lack of action in regards to Deanna Troi.

All too soon, Commander Riker watched as everyone took his or her places on the transporter to be beamed down to Prakal II. Doctor Crusher joined him at Geordi's side as the four figures shimmered and disappeared. He looked over at Beverly, "I'll be damned glad when this is over and everyone is back." She nodded her agreement.

CHAPTER 6

The away team found themselves in a great hall of polished marble. The walls were lined with portraits of the former royal inhabitants all wearing ceremonial garb. Between the portraits were suits of armor, each marking the age in which the owner of the portrait's face lived and ruled. The hall was very long, and the rulers many.

Worf quickly took command of security, moving with determination he circled the team sensing danger, but finding no obvious source, he had to be satisfied guarding the captain. Data's scanning revealed no hidden dangers.

Worf's uneasiness intensified, he looked at his captain, "We were expected. These are the correct co-ordinates."

"I'm sure they are Mr. Worf. It would appear this is a little psychological maneuvering. Wouldn't you agree counselor?" He noticed the counselor had a disturbed look on her face.

"Captain, I am sensing great hostility from.." her sentence was never finished. The great hall was suddenly filled with sound. The sound of many boots in a running cadence announced the presence of their host. It took only moments for the hall to fill with men, all armed. Troi took a closer look at the newly arrived group. As an army they were not equally uniformed, each carried his own unique version of a weapon. The weaponry ranged from swords to the more technically and mechanically advanced and lethal arrays.

The away team stood still only moving enough to keep the captain between them. Each turning to cover the other's back. They had two phasers between them, Worf's and Data's. "Do not provoke anything. Remain watchful but calm." Picard was not totally surprised by this turn of events.

"Captain, do not be alarmed. We've been experiencing a little problem with some of the locals." A voice from above called down to them. There on a long narrow balcony, high above them stood two well-dressed men and what appeared to be a personal guard. The man that assumed leadership was waving his arm over the large mass of men surrounding the away team. "All this is for your protection. We were afraid some of the local rebels would try to intercept you." Then, with several sentences spoken harshly in another tongue he gave commands. The men gave way to from two columns to the front and back of the Enterprise crew.

"Please, Captain." The leader motioned in the direction he expected them to take.

Captain Picard walked up to take his place beside Troi. Data walked in front and Worf took the rear. Once they began moving Picard whispered to the empath, "What are you sensing from him?"

"He is telling the truth. He fears we still could be intercepted, it concerns him. However, that is only a small part of his worry. There is a lot happening here I can not make sense of yet."

"Yes, I feel it too, Counselor." He stole quick glance at her.

"I'm fine, Captain."

Picard nodded, and reminded himself of her increased abilities. He would have to be careful to shield his concerns for her and allow her to do what she did best.

The group turned to go up a narrow stairway. The next floor appeared to be quite extensive with many closed doors. At the end of the hall were two massive doors that stood partially opened. The two men at the front of each column approached the entranceway, pulling the heavy wooden doors completely open for the rest to enter. The group moved into a huge banqueting room with a great old wooden table in its center. There were many seats from the middle of the table to the far end, leaving the near portion entirely empty. The Enterprise crew was ushered to these seats, leaving many vacant.

"I am very sorry Captain, we were unsure as to the size of your delegation. Please forgive me, I have not introduced myself." The deep voice came from a seated figure at the opposite end of the table. " I am Regent Gringbald. This is my secretary, Zylon." The away team focused on the other end of the table where an overly jeweled and well-dressed man addressed them, nodding in turn to the leader of the troops that brought them into the room, Zylon sat at his right.

Captain Picard and the rest of the away team had remained standing for the introductions, although the entire host delegation had nosily taken their seats. The captain began, "Regent Gringbald, I did not want to take advantage of your hospitality with a large group. Please allow me to introduce my team." The captain quickly introduced the others stressing the rank of each officer, then added, "These officers have extensive experience in representing the Federation and are fully qualified to serve on the flagship of the Federation."

Gringbald scrutinized each crewmember as they were introduced. Troi sensed surprise, and a malicious interest oozing from the regent's secretary at the attention Gringbald had focused on her. The captain used her rank as commander in introducing her, rather than ship's counselor. She felt Gringbald's attention on her through out the introductions but could sense nothing more than his interest. His secretary on the other hand, seemed unable to keep his lewd thoughts to himself. Those thoughts were heavily tainted with evil. Deanna Troi had to try to remove herself forcefully from the dark presence he left in her own mind. She knew she would need to remain alert through out the mission. It would be easy to block his emotions and perhaps miss any warning or danger signal. If she was certain of any thing, it was that they were dealing with a treacherous man.

After everyone was seated, Troi noticed movement directly opposite from where she was seated. There were two large screens placed in front of another door. It appeared to be the staging area where from where the food would be dispersed. She saw Worf lower his hand to his phaser as his attention focused on the movements. She could sense the anticipation radiating from his posture. Deanna turned to Picard; he too had seen the Klingon's attention and precautionary move. She could sense the alertness and the control her captain used in managing himself and those he held under his authority. She could also read other moods in the room, feelings that she couldn't quite name or fully understand.

The screened area was producing much activity now; the sound of wooden carts being pushed from behind the screen slowly became louder as they were brought to the banquet table. The air was polluted with the heavy perfume of hot spiced foods. The first cart went to Gringbald's section, where huge steaming plates were placed directly in from of the ruler. Then a sizable goblet was filled with an amber liquid at his side. He nodded to the serving woman, she in turn signaled for the second cart to be wheeled to Picard's end of the table. Here the same ritual was repeated, first for the captain and then for the rest of his officers.

Troi paid little attention to the food, she maintained her focus soled on the food bearers. They were all women. At first appearance -older women, then upon closer examination -worn women. Their eyes had the look of ancient ones whose lives held more than an adaptable amount of pain and suffering. The clothing they wore were made in such a way as to show a woman's attributes and still convey their lowly station in the social world. When Troi's plate was placed in front of her, she shuddered at the sight of the server's hands. The hands were scared and discolored with a form of markings on the wrist - a type of brand formed by the scar tissue itself. Her observation and subsequent reactions did not go unnoticed. The captain reached under the table to touch her arm, she knew he was conveying the need to be watchful but appear to be unconcerned. Deanna recovered quickly, nodding slightly to the captain and keeping her eyes on the plate before her. Slowly keeping all sense open, she began to allow her mind to touch the woman, seeking answers to unvoiced questions. The woman at her side continued setting the hot plates down in front of the guests. It seemed strange to the empath, very little could be sensed from her - except the need for urgency to finish and be away from here. The server kept her mind directed in on the task set before her. Deanna studied her closely, sensing that the woman was trying to convey something to her. As the server was turning to go she looked directly into the counselor's eyes. It was almost as though the woman was thanking her, the sense of gratitude was abundantly clear. Deanna fought the urge to call to her, to find out what she meant. Instead she quickly changed pace by allowing the feelings of the other at the table to take form in her mind.

Those other's thoughts warned her that this was not a purely sociable event. The hostility and fear were so tangible to the empath that they became visible in every move the host and his supporting cast made. The most striking thing was that the fear was of Gringbald. His secretary, Zylon was reeking of belligerence and arrogance, all the while constantly observing the away team. Gringbald too, kept his eye on the foreigners; Troi could feel his attention on her, his intent was unclear but unending.

The meal seemed to take forever. There was little conversation between the two ends of the table, none of which was meaningful. The Enterprise crew ate little and drank less of the unusual and heavy foods and drink. While the host delegation seemed to devour everything that wasn't on their guests plate. Their talk and attitudes growing more outlandish with every bite and swallow they gulped. Finally their host, Gringbald, hoisted himself out of his chair signaling the beginning of the next phase his hospitality. Picard almost howled with relief. That feeling proved to be fleeting and premature.

CHAPTER 7

"Captain Picard, if you and your people have finished with the meal, please allow me to entertain you with a bit of our local talent." Gringbald turned toward the screen and in a demanding authoritative tone shouted, "Lagi, clear our guests places and bring new tankards of drink."

The woman with the badly marked hands came scuttling across the room to do as ordered. Behind her moving with the same speed were two other women. This time all the women wore gloves to deliver and refill all the tankards. Troi guessed the glove were once white, but due to the many uses and wearings they were now the color of the golden marble they had walked upon in the great hall. The women quickly moved from one person to another, clearing plates and dishes, then refilling the tankards with drink. When the last drink was topped off, the servers hastily disappeared behind the screen.

At the farthest end of the room where the Enterprise crew sat, loud voices were heard. Four men were dragged in to the center of that floor space. All were shackled and dressed in an uniformed jumpsuit.

Deanna was bombarded by emotions, many different emotions. "Captain." One word she struggled and finally managed to utter. Picard was already on his feet as were the rest of the away team. Worf's right hand resting on his phaser as kept a constant vigil over the proceedings.

"Captain Picard, you are in no danger." The voice was too syrupy, too sweet, and oh so condescending; leaving no doubt as to Gringbald's purpose, whatever was to come next -it would be sadistic. He was going to gauge their moral outrage, just what would it take to go over the brim and send the Federation packing? "These men are criminals, we give them a chance to decide their own future. We will allow two of them to serve our people- the price of their restitution. Two of them will die. It will be in their own hands as to which two die and which two live to serve on behalf of others. Watch now, they will pick the weapons of their own choosing. Straws are then drawn to decide which two will pair as contestants. It is very interesting the choices one makes under certain circumstances, wouldn't you agree Captain?" Picard remained standing but never shifted his gaze from the four men on the floor. Gringbald continued, "You see they have been incarcerated together for one fortnight, they have come to perceive each other's weakness."

Zylon move to stand closer to the away team, his eyes gleaming as he watched with a bloodlust rushing through in his veins. Gringbald, however, had lost interest in the staged event, and now found new game in watching the reactions of the visitors. His attention kept returning to the woman. There was something unique about her. Something in the eyes the way they registered what her mind was thinking in her reactions to what she saw. He thought he was merely taken with the fact that she was a woman important enough to be brought here. This one called Troi should be taken as seriously as Picard - he who seemed in such control, so aloof. Well let's see how aloof. Gringbald decided not to limit the events after all. He quickly began to plot his next steps. The regent called Zylon over to his side.

Troi edged closer to the captain, "Sir, he's testing us. He's quite capable of extreme sadism."

Picard nodded, but kept his eye on the combatants. The weapons had now been chosen: broad swords, large club like weapons with metal chains hanging from the end, shields and daggers. Weapons of combat for the up close and personal way to kill. Picard had to wonder at the mindset of such primitive brutality.

Worf nodded in satisfaction. Men of honor, willing to die as warriors, warriors of Klingon fable. Yes, this would be interesting. As interesting as Worf found it to be, he felt something to be wrong. There was something about Gringbald he found distasteful, a sinister cloud seemed to loom above him, just waiting to rain down evil upon them at anytime. Worf tried to keep the man in view. He felt as though he was wasting time watching these men die while waiting for that cloudburst.

The combat began; the first of the five senses to be assaulted was the hearing. The terrible clang of metal on metal, the brut force of the blows echoed throughout the large room. For Troi who purposely stood behind Worf so as not to witness the sport, it was the buffeting of emotions that nearly overran her senses; fear, anger, and pain from the two contestants. The emotion of the crowd around them was a murderous excitement, a lust for someone's death.

One man went down, Gringbald's men jeered when the victor didn't strike to finish the job. "Kill him or die!" was chanted from the mob now circling the combatants.

Picard noticed the room had gotten warmer, he looked around noticing it had now filled with more onlookers. The circus like atmosphere was prevalent and ugly. The small group huddled closer to each other, expecting things to escalate into a problem. Their view of the gladiators now completely obscured by the crowd, but death must have come to one. The cheering was deafening. The captain looked for Troi, she had found a chair close to them, her face was pale and she appeared shaken. He knew she had felt the death and was attempting to stay focused. At that moment a hush fell over the crowd, then a dragging sound, then again cheering rung throughout the room.

Zylon was making his way over to them, elbowing his way through that gathered around the away team. "Is there a problem Captain, the female is unwell perhaps?"

"No, all is well. The room has become a bit overcrowded. Commander Troi merely needs a little air. If you will permit us, a bit of fresh air would help." Troi upon hearing the exchange quickly got to her feet to stand beside the captain and nodded in agreement with his prescribed cure.

Zylon led the group outside the room, not down the stairs as Picard expected, but up another flight, then through a door. They found themselves on a long broad terrace, with chairs and potted trees in wild abandoned disarray.

They all took a deep breath. Troi walked over to the rail trying to get once more under control. Zylon started after her, Picard intercepted the secretary, "Sir, what now becomes of the victors of the demonstrations we witnessed?"

Zylon stopped and turned back to Picard. "They will now have the opportunity to serve their countrymen, a patriotic service. I'm sure you would understand that. We need our heroes and those who would pave the way for others."

"Yes of course. We all have need of those setting fine examples." Picard now walked over to Troi, Data and Worf joined him. Zylon and two of the house guards followed. Looking at the area surrounding the palace, Picard could see the truth of Guinan's picture of the planet. The odor that arose from the water beneath them was foul, and yet looking at the distant landscape, the mountains appeared quite beautiful. There were many smaller buildings surrounding the palace, all in different degrees of disrepair. A little further to the west of them stood other buildings of greater worth.

"Are you feeling better now, Commander?" Zylon approached Troi, looking at her with great interest.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Secretary." Troi tried to sense what this man was about, because he seemed to strike a fear in her. She tried to concentrate on getting something deeper than the many layers of arrogance and deceit, but quickly gave up; his foulness leaving a bitter taste in her thoughts. She tried instead the more human approach. "Sir, there are many things we need to know of your culture to report to the Federation, for instance your form of education for the young, medical facilities, communications and information on how your government system operates. Can we start with something simple, Sir, what is the name of your city?" She forced a smile of such sweetness that left the secretary staring at her for several seconds before answering the question.

"This is the capital city of Gendla. You see the large telecommunications building over there, the one with the large communifan on the roof. We are very proud of that technology, for the first time ever we are able to see the person we are speaking with. We now may speak to others, such as yourselves, through out space. It is a great achievement."

Data stepped up to ask more detailed questions regarding the scientific advancement of the Prakalian society. The captain used this moment to check with Troi. "Counselor, how are you holding up? Have you had any further link with the woman."

"No sir, it has me a bit troubled. There should be no difficulty, in fact if anything it should be more intense. I'm not sure what could have happened. She may be unconscious."

"Keep trying, but be discreet, very discreet. I'll try to finagle a tour of the city, maybe we can learn something that way." Picard walked over to where Data was continuing to grill the secretary. Zylon looked almost grateful for Picard's presence. That is until Picard asked, "Secretary Zylon, would it be possible to have a first hand tour of some of these facilities? I'm sure Commander Data's curiosity will be satisfied and we will be fulfilling the requirements for the Federation's application."

Zylon declared that such a tour would not be a problem within certain limitations of course, for the safety of the visitors. "We have had some problems with a small number of rebels. Allow me to consult with Regent Gringbald. My own men will stay with you. Would you like to wait in the rooms that have been prepared for your visit? This will allow you time to rest, before the tour begins. Let's say in two hours?" Zylon raised his thick eyebrow, awaiting an affirmative reply.

As they followed him to the rooms, Troi watched him closely for anything that may disclose any information about him. She noticed, not for the first time, what an odd little man he was: his height was that of a Ferengi, with long dark oily hair and one massive eyebrow across the forehead. Under the brow lurked two beady eyes that never appeared to be completely open. Zylon had a way of not looking directly into her eyes, but she had caught him watching her slyly from the corner of his eyes. He reminded her of a reptile exhibit she had once seen. Compiling all that with her own feelings of repulsion kept her from delving too deeply into the man's emotions.

Picard had asked that the Enterprise be allowed to download in specific information from the government archives. This information would be needed to complete the application for membership to the Federation. Zylon replied he would have to convey that request to Regent Gringbald. The crew was left with two of Zylon's men standing guard outside their assigned rooms.

Picard signaled for Data and Worf to check the room for any abnormalities. The two walked the room with tricorders scanning for anything that would fall into that category. They found and disabled two mechanical devices used for monitoring movement and sound.

The captain then contacted the Enterprise. Will Riker's voice replied, "Go ahead Captain."

"Have you been able to establish a computer link with the archives, Number One?"

"No Captain, they are hesitating on the last step to achieve link up. Has the counselor been able to reestablish her contact?"

"No, not yet. Listen Number One; we have a little double dealing going on here. I'll keep you appraised of the situation as it becomes clearer. We are due for the grand tour in a little while. Keep a fix on our co-ordinates in case we need to make a hasty exit. It seems our hosts want to examine our rectitude. I expect we should be back on board within the next four to five hours. Picard out."

Worf stood at the captains side, "I believe Gringbald is setting a trap for us. I am certain of it."

Picard answered easily, "Well, then Mr. Worf, I am delighted that you have honored us with your presence. We will keep our heads together and our eyes open." He turned his attention to Troi, watching her pace restlessly around the room. "Counselor, what did you make of the serving woman?" when she didn't answer he went to stand before her, "Deanna, what is it?"

"I'm sorry, Captain, I'm concerned about my contact- I have no sense of her. The serving woman...she seemed to be trying to communicate something to us...I'm unclear as to what. There was a surprise there though... I sensed no fear of Gringbald or Zylon from her, although I did sense a very deep feeling of loathing. Those marks on her hands - I believe that somehow Gringbald is responsible for them, I'm not sure how or why. I agree with Worf - Gringbald is setting us up for something, he's gauging us. Throughout the entire demonstration he watched us. I tried to read him - he blocked me so thoroughly it was though he was completely blank to me. Her agitation was growing; she shook her head and began to pace again. "Zylon is suspicious of us, it's more than that he wants us gone."

Picard listened, nodding his head in understanding. " Counselor, maybe the timing of our arrival has caused him to alter his plans. Perhaps, that is what this is all about. He may want this application to the Federation denied."

Worf produced a low growl from the back of his throat. "If this woman has been murdered, then we have two choices; destroy this Gringbald and his influence on these peoples---or leave, it is not our affair."

"I don't believe she is dead. I think I would have known. I fear she has been drugged and possibly kept unconscious somewhere that we would not easily detect." Deanna looked at the captain hoping that after coming this far they would not leave without helping her.

Later it was Gringbald himself that came for them. "I apologize for not accompanying you earlier. I had some pressing matters of state to take care of. I trust Secretary Zylon was attentive to your needs?" Gringbald had stepped into their rooms, looked for and found the destroyed surveillance equipment.

Picard quickly addressed the situation. "Oh, I am sorry about any damage. Mr. Worf was doing some Klingon exercises. The Federation will, of course, compensate for any loss."

Gringbald looked at Worf, who stood looking as intimidating as a Klingon could look on a bad battle day. "I'm sure it is nothing. Captain, are you and your people ready for a tour of our city? We will begin with the capital city's office and data bank. They are housed in the building next to this one. We will go through the connecting tunnel, it is much quicker with less exposure to any outside influences." Gringbald raised his eyebrows with the condescending smile they were beginning to know so well, he added, "This is for your protection of course. Follow me, the house guard will accompany us. Have you any objections, Captain?"

"No objections, Regent."

They toured the office buildings, the information base, as school and hospital. The medical research building was to be next -when Troi was hit with a sudden revulsion, it was as physical a blow as being hit in the stomach. She found herself unable to catch her breath. However, it went mostly unobserved, Data and Captain Picard were in front of her talking with Gringbald. Worf caught her elbow as she staggered.

"Deanna, are you unwell?" He whispered pretending to have a casual conversation with her.

"Worf, something is happening in here, something horrible." She looked up at him as he squeezed her arm as reassuringly as possible. Deanna hid the wince, thankful for the distraction of the more physical pain. She tried to find the source of the emotional pain that was bombarding her. She accepted Worf's arm to make the support seem a casual gesture of comradeship.

They entered into a large concrete building. The air was thick with a chemical aroma. What a contrast this building was to their previous stops. This was a new building with bright lights and new equipment, far more modernized than the school or hospital. Worf wrinkled his nose; his advanced sense of smell had made the place almost unbearable for him. Deanna could feel him become physically tense as they continued further into the facility. At the end of the corridor was a security desk. Gringbald left the Captain to speak to the men behind the desk. The away team used that opportunity to exchange information.

They discussed the lack neither of any sound, neither from the rooms they had passed, nor from any where in the building. The only noise came from their presence. Obviously the rooms were sound proof, but the need for such was another horrifying thought.

"Captain, I feel there is probably a need for such precautions. What I am sensing from inside this building are immense waves of pain and fear. This is a research building, isn't it? Could it be an experimental facility where people are treated as guinea pigs?"

The question went unanswered, Gringbald had returned to them. "The commissioner of research is very protective of his domain. Come, there is one area in particular I want you to see." Gringbald was practically rubbing his hands together in sinister delight. They looked at each other in anticipation; this may be the moment they had been watching for. As they neared their destination, Deanna was being flooded with the pain of the buildings occupants. More and more the weight of doom seemed to rest in her chest dragging her down so that each step became heavier and harder to make.

When they finally came to a stop and turned to enter a door, Gringbald smiled, "Remember when I said earlier that two of the prisoners would serve the people? What better way to serve the population then to die so that other would live!" Gringbald opened the door, reached past Picard to grab Troi by the arm. He pulled her roughly through the door, and with an alarming strength had thrown her across the room and on to the bed that was occupied by one of the men from the earlier events of the day. Looking down at his near dying face, Deanna was seized by his terror and her then own. Worf quickly and gently eased her away from the bed.

When Gringbald and his men entered, Troi was in Worf's arms fighting to control the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her. Data had quickly and unnoticed prepared a hypospray for her. She shook her head refusing the medicine instead, chose to center herself, she closed her eyes and deliberately slowed her breathing. The captain and Worf blocked her from the view of Gringbald.

"I hope the commander is well, I thought since she had obtained the rank of commander she would know and understand that such sacrifices are necessary."

While the away team struggled with their anger, the only sound to be heard was that from the man strapped to his bed gasping for air. The sound brought Picard's righteous indignation to the surface. "We do not judge rank by suffering. We do not inflict torture for the sake of making a point. You deliberately threw Troi into this room hoping to get a reaction. As you see, she is under control. Yes, she was shaken to see what this man had been reduced to in a matter of hours, as were we all. Exactly what is your point, Regent?"

"Oh Captain Picard, I certainly didn't intend to demean or offend you or your people. I do apologize to Commander Troi. You see why we do not promote our women to such roles. I see that Troi is not like our women, perhaps this too is something the Federation will allow us - our irregularities."

"What you see here is a criminal, who has been given a chance to redeem his crime. We are working here on cures to diseases that plague our planet. To find a cure, we must infect one with the strain we are hoping to cure. Then we test for those cures." He paused, "This my dear Captain is not torture." Gringbald laughed, "This is not torture>"

Troi had now regained her composure completely; she walked over to the bed to look closer at the man struggling for each breath of air. He had red blotches over his face and was bathed in sweat. "What are you doing to help him, Regent? He is clearly in distress, have you come closer to a remedy or have you learned enough about this illness to prevent it?"

"My dear Commander, we are working now to come to a greater accuracy in answering all those questions. You can't tell me that your own cultures have not progressed through this level of understanding and education to get the next higher level achievement."

"Regent Gringbald, I question more your treatment of my people, then I do of your prisoners. Perhaps, given the circumstances it would be prudent to visit your detention centers?"

"We have no one in this city's prisons that you would benefit from seeing, Captain. Those we are holding are only murderers and prisoners of state who will die shortly."

Data jumped into the fray -by asking about the justice system and the premise of innocence and guilt. Gringbald informed them that he personally handled those whose crimes were against the state, and others he appointed would deal with the rest. Picard only half listened to the conversation, he looked to the counselor and raised his eyebrows in question, and she sadly shook her head. If there would be no more to gain from this visit he would get his people out and prepare for the next phase.

"Regent, is there anything else you would like us to see before we return to the Enterprise?" Picard quickly took advantage of one of the few silences between the android and regent to prepare for their departure.

"Captain, I believe we have covered everything on my agenda, is there anything else you need to see." Again, Gringbald was sweeter than anyone had a reason to be.

"No sir, I think we have what we came for, if you would be so kind as to show us the way back to the palace, we will contact our ship and return. We shall be orbiting for a few days while we process the computer banks and transmit the information back to Star Fleet." Picard looked at the away team before adding, "Thank you for your hospitality Regent. We will be communicating further."

"My men will see you back. I am needed here for a moment. Thank You Captain." Gringbald spun on his heel and goose-stepped to the security desk.

Commander Riker was waiting for them as they were arrived back at the Enterprise. "You finished ahead of schedule, any problems Captain?"

"Number One, call a senior staff meeting in one hour. Let's just say we were surprised that we weren't surprised." Picard quickly left the transporter room. Will turned to look questioningly at Deanna.

Worf growled, "No honor, no scruples - maggot bait." Then he too exited.

"This must have been quite a tour. I can't wait to hear more." As Will Riker took Deanna's arm to walk with her, she reacted unexpectedly as though in pain pulling her arm away.

"Counselor, were you injured earlier?" Data took the arm and examined it. "I believe your arm may have suffered several deep contusions, perhaps a stop at sickbay may be helpful."

"How did this happen?" Riker's earlier relief at seeing them back was beginning to fade.

"It's nothing Will. We'll have Beverly look at it. Gringbald was a little too persistent in helping me into a room."

"Technically Counselor, he roughly propelled you into the room with enough force to launch you on the bed a distance of not less than fifteen feet." Data's assistance was starting to unnerve Will.

"Come on, we're all going to sickbay. There we will get to the bottom of this." Riker now escorted Troi and Data to sickbay. Doctor Crusher diagnosed the injury as a Data had; the arm had several deep bruises. In moments the doctor had the situation quickly remedied, as Data narrated the incident.

Will walked Deanna back to her quarters to get freshened up a bit before the staff meeting. He paced the living her cabin while she showered and changed into a clean uniform. He was hoping to talk with her about the many things that were swirling through his mind as she was on the planet. The one item that kept chasing all other thoughts was the one topic he didn't know how to approach, how could he tell her exactly how he felt about her.

She stood watching him pace, looking as though he had something on his mind. Deanna Troi knew what was on his mind, but didn't understand the emotions he was having regarding those thoughts. She moved to stand directly in his path. He stopped and looked at her with such intensity for a few moments she forgot to breathe. "Will? What is it? You are wearing out the carpet."

"Deanna, there is something I'd like to talk to you about." He stopped and stared into her face, getting lost in those eyes all over again. He moved closer to touch the arm that had been injured but never taking his eyes from hers. Looking into their darkness and seeing himself reflected in that darkness only made him surer of what he had to do. He couldn't bear the thought that at some point there could be a different face reflected there. Yet he felt nearly crippled. He really didn't want to talk right now.

"Yes, Will, what is it." She was feeling as overwhelmed at that moment as he was. She could feel his emotions and knew the direction they were taking. She automatically moved closer to him, until they were a breath away from each other. They both leaned into each other at the same time. He brushed her lips gently then more intently. He could feel her sigh into his lips; he smiled as he continued to hold her close.

" I've wanted to do that for so long." He pulled back to look into her face. "That is what we need to talk about, what we are both feeling." His comm signaled, it was Data reminding them that the staff meeting was to begin in five minutes.

"Well, I guess that's a conversation we'll have later." He smiled down into her eyes before kissing her one more time.

<I'll look forward to it> Her voice sounded in his thoughts bringing an even larger smile to his face. He pulled her hand through his arm as they left for the meeting.

Captain Picard outlined the visit, the accomplishments and the newly learned aspects of the planet. The staff learned of the brutality that the sadistic ruler was capable of toward his own people and the away team. Then the captain continued, "In light of this information, I would like to hear what you think the next step should be - Should another team go down there, perhaps putting their lives in danger to rescue a leader of an unconscionable people. I'd like to hear from each of you." He smiled at the expressions on the faces, knowing before the discussion began what the result would be.

Each gave their choice with clear reasoning. When the meeting adjourned Picard again felt confidence and pride in those serving with him.

CHAPER 8

The second away team was scheduled to meet in transporter room three six hours after the meeting, and subsequent decision to continue with the mission. Commander Riker was the first to arrive carrying a large lightweight backpack. His uniform had been exchanged for an electric blue open tunic with an open neck and ballooned sleeves, complimented by a black vest and black trousers with a wide belt and black boots.

Beverly Crusher was second to enter the transporter room. She arrived with a huge over the shoulder cloth travel bag, and dressed in a jade green blouse that had a neckline that began at the shoulders with long full sleeves. Her flowered full skirt flowed from the gathers held at the waist by a wide belt to the ankles.

Deanna Troi arrived next, carrying the bag, and dressed in much the same fashion as Beverly. Her blouse an electric blue and skirt black. Both women had their hair pulled back in a braid for convenience more than for style. Will, quickly walked to stand near to Deanna giving her a long appraising look "I really like that look on you." He smiled waiting for the response he knew he would get. Beverly stood beside him facing Deanna, wondering about the easy playfulness the two seemed to be indulging in since the counselor's return from the planet.

Data and Captain Picard entered the transporter room, cutting off any reply the counselor would have made. Data's appearance had been altered the most. The android now had a full beard and mustache. His skin was now cosmetically darkened as the color of his eyes was tinted now to a striking blue-green.

"Data, are we to be brothers?" Will teased, but there did appear to be a resemblance.

"The beard and cosmetic changes were my idea, Number One. It would in fact, appear that you are related. Two brothers traveling with their wives would be a safe scenario. Actually, the idea was Guinan's. She thought it may be an easy explanation as to why the four of you would keep company without drawing undue attention." Picard looked at their outfits and nodded approvingly, before continuing. "That's why you dress in corresponding colors; Data pointed out, from the information retrieved from the planet each family seemed to have one piece of clothing on that was part of the family crest. To reinforce the idea of family Data was purposely made to resemble Will, his brother on this mission..Oh and boys," Picard could barely contain the smile, "for this mission Data will be considered the eldest. Many times the elder son is the only one with any education. Data will do the reading and writing when and if it becomes necessary, since Data is the only one able to decipher the writing."

"Well Data, I think you look quite handsome. Is it too late to change partners?" Deanna smiled warmly at him and caught the shocked look on Riker's face.

"May I say Counselor, that you too look...visually stimulating." Data looked genuinely pleased with her compliment, but continued, "However, Counselor, I do not think that it would be wise to make any last minute adjustments, we do not have the time to readjust later." He cast a look at the Commander, knowing Riker would not be pleased by the suggestion. "Besides Counselor, I do not think you are serious."

"I think you are quite right Data, the Counselor will just have to stay married to the tyrant now!" Will reached over to pull her gently to his side, knowing it was her comeback to him from his earlier comment. Will added, "Besides, I think we make the perfect family, just as we are."

Picard stopped the banter when he saw the light in the doctor's eyes, knowing she would have a stinging comment, "All right people, you have everything you need?" He began to check off items, "Currency? Medkits? Phasers? Warm Cloaks?" When they had answered positive to all he continued, "Be careful, keep your wits about you. Communicate within the next four hours, then every six hours. Return as quickly and as safely as possible."

The Captain stood back at the console. When everyone was on the transporter pads he watched as within moments they shimmered and disappeared in a silvery light. "I've locked on to the communicators, we'll try to keep track of them in case of emergency beam up, sir." Picard turned to acknowledge the engineer with a "very good", before leaving for the bridge.

The four found themselves in a wooded area outside of Glendla. The sun was slowly losing its battle with the moon, as the shadows now presented a chilling air to the newcomers.

Data and Riker walked around the area with their tricorders checking reading for a safe place to spend the night. "Let's make camp over there, where the ground flattens out a bit. It will be dark soon and we'll need a fire to keep warm. We can start by collecting dry wood, and several nice sized rocks." Then after seeing the women's face, Riker smiled, "Come on, it will be fun. I loved it as a kid."

Everyone laid their travel bags and backpacks down in one pile to search for the needed items. The two women walked together and commiserated with each other's reasons for not enjoying the night's accommodations. Beverly groaned, "I suppose this means we might as well look for someplace to visit for bathroom necessities. What about behind that big rock, it looks pretty secluded, and yet not too far away?"

Deanna frowned, "Well, it's not something I always dreamed of doing. Guys love this stuff -it's so primal." They both laughed. "You know what I really hate about this, other than the 'earth closet'? It's the bugs, don't tell Will, but I really hate bugs. I guess it's the idea of things crawling on me..." She paused and looked at Beverly with a spark in her eye as she added, "that come uninvited!"

When they returned to the camp area with their armful of wood, Data had already set rocks in a large circle with a few piled in a small mound in the center. He continued stacking the wood in a pyre fashion. They watched as he set his phaser, pointed it at the bottom of the stack and fired. It started with a small blaze but quickly climbed up the stack. Within minutes the entire area was lit as though it was high noon instead of declining twilight.

Will Riker came running out of the woods, then slowed when he saw everything was fine. "Data, we aren't signaling the Enterprise! It's a beautiful fire but a little much."

"Commander, you wanted warmth, this will provide maximum warmth using a relatively small amount of the given combustible."

"Yes, your right. It will burn down, then we'll keep it burning low." He stood with his hands outstretched toward the fire. Feeling it's warmth, Will smiled at his childhood memories of times when he and friends camped. Its always seemed to cement a friendship, perhaps just the getting down to basics putting everyone was on the same level and learning to relax at that level. It was though standing there, feeling the physical warmth on his hands; he felt that childhood warmth in his chest.

He looked over the fire to see Deanna with a gentle smile on her face, watching him, sensing his feelings and thoughts. She thought/sent <Good memories should be shared, Imzadi.>

He smiled over the fire at her, thinking he would have to learn to get used to her newly enhanced skills. "All we need now are some marshmallows then the experience would be complete."

"What are they? I really don't cherish the thought of swamp creatures around to make your camping trip a dream come true, Will Riker!" Beverly was still thinking of the inconvenience of the earth closet now added to that the thought of some slithering thing fighting for her sleeping bag, this was getting worse and worse.

"Beverly it's a confection. We used to put them on the end of a stick, let them catch fire, then while they're still hot, black and sticky you eat them."

Beverly wrinkled her nose, "Yea, I can see why it's too bad we don't have any." They listened as Will continued to reminisce as he walked around the campfire looking for something. He began dragging out a large portion of a fallen tree. Data assisted in placing it in front of the fire, just far enough away that it could be used as a backrest to lean against. Will then motioned for the others to join him in sitting in front of the fire.

There was something comforting about sitting around the fire. After a while everyone started to get comfortable, pulling the sleeping bags out and preparing for a night's rest. Will dozed off first, snoring softly, a contented smile on his face.

Deanna sat up to watch him sleep in the light of the fire. She could sense his peace in his sleep, and when his dreams began she could get a sense of their content also. She was unable to sleep; she had felt the faintest brush of Abeathdor in her mind. It was the first such contact in the last twenty-four hours. She concentrated hoping for more, but there was nothing else. How ironic, they had prepared for this away team with Doctor Crusher, the entire team practiced the drill with the hyposprays- each time she had been on the planet there was no contact. She knew they had much to accomplish on this trip, but how could she help if she had no sense of the woman they came to rescue. She started as she saw movement from behind the trees to her right, then let a sigh of relief escape as she saw that it was Data with more wood for the fire. After several minutes passed she snuggled back down into her sleeping bag and watched Will sleep until her own eyes finally grew too heavy to keep open.

Morning came slowly; they awoke to the smell of hot food. Will had made a quick breakfast from the rations they brought with them. Beverly had a hard time getting to her feet. Her back ached and her muscles didn't want to respond. As nice as the lightweight sleeping bags were to carry they offered very little against the hard ground.

"Once you begin moving around, you'll be good as new." Will was very perky, a trait that Beverly found to very irritating.

"Not everyone slept so soundly, Commander. In fact, some of us hardly slept at all. Deanna, are you ready to get moving? Let's stop at the rock first. Will is there fresh water around to clean up with?"

"Yes, there 's a river down over the hill. What rock are you visiting, or shouldn't I ask?" He looked innocently from one to the other.

Beverly glared at him, then turned and walked toward the appointed rock. Deanna raised her eyebrows at Will. He smiled, "It's hard to believe she's not a morning person. The things you learn about a person camping."

Deanna grinned, "You left a few secrets out yourself during the night." She had time to enjoy a surprised look on his face before she heard Beverly call for her.

On the way down to the river they heard voices. Immediately, they stooped low, looking in the direction of the water. They couldn't clearly see the identity of the two men sitting on the opposite bank. They continued to move lower down the riverbank, dodging low hanging tree limbs and other obstacles until the voices were audible.

"Where is her ladyship?"

"We stopped at a cottage downstream. I think we are safe there. It's a deserted piece of ground. The woods are thick no one is going to find it."

"Yes, but will his "lordship" be satisfied that it is far enough away from Gendla? There can be no problems in the next several days. What's he going to do with her anyway?"

"I figure, he'll try to force her into marriage or just have her found to be insane...or who knows it would be more his style to just kill her. Either way she's dead!" The last was followed by vulgar laughter.

Deanna shuddered. If she hadn't heard a word of their conversation she knew by their disposition toward cruelty these were Gringbald's men. "They have Abeathdor- we're close Beverly." She whispered to her companion.

Beverly nodded, "We need to get back to Will." She turned to go back Deanna held her in place.

"Wait, we may be able to tell him more. Let's see if they say more about the location of the cottage or who is with her there."

The two women sat among the wild flora, hidden behind trees and brush, listening and trying to remember everything. Finally the two men moved off, away from the river. Deanna and Beverly stood slowly, looking around them, making sure that there was no one else near by, before moving quickly back to the camp site.

Will met them before they had gotten far. "There you re! I was becoming concerned that something had happened." After looking at the flushed women trying to catch their breath, he asked, "What happened?"

They quickly filled him in on the men and the conversation they had overheard. They packed up and left in the direction of the cottage. The four made their way down to the river, following it for a short distance before hearing someone approaching from behind them. Simultaneously everyone crouched low, waiting for whatever or whoever was following.

Dreamers and Music Makers

Chapter 9

Data read the tricorder reading, "It appears to be one humanoid riding an equine animal similar to that of the earth horse." Riker nodded his head in acknowledgment as he continued to watch the approaching stranger. He quickly checked to make sure everyone was adequately hidden, a motion close to his side had him quickly turn to see Deanna shifting away from them. Still in her low position she was moving closer to the nearing rider and away from the small group. Troi slowly stood, looking toward the advancing man. Her crewmates stayed low as they watched in astonishment Troi's unexpected behavior.

"Deanna get down! What are you doing?" Will Riker had moved closer to her, he would physically pull her down if necessary. "Deanna!" She continued unaware of him.

The empath faced the rider as he approached; he slowed his animal to a walk. Will watched Deanna, his entire body filling with adrenaline as anticipation swamped his nervous system. He motioned for Data and Beverly to stay where they were for now, and reached into his vest's hidden pocket for his phaser. After making sure it was set on stun, he watched and waited.

"Woman, what are you doing here? These are private land." The rider stopped nearly ten yards from Troi. He looked the dark haired beauty over, wondering how she came to be there alone. He looked around cautiously knowing she would not be alone in this place under normal circumstances. He dismounted, moving slowing toward her, never taking his eyes off her. As he closed the distance he felt a familiar touch enter his thoughts...a feeling he knew her. She showed no fear of him, in fact continued to react as though she knew him. "Lady, I am known as Lepton, perhaps we serve the same queen." His voice was soft, the words spoken were not meant to be overheard.

Will Riker held his breath not daring for a moment to take his eyes from the scene before him even to check his friends reactions. He heard Deanna respond. "Lepton, I am Deanna, I am here with others to help find your queen." She turned toward the rest of the away team, who upon hearing her announce their presence now stood.

"You are all from the starship?" Will tensed as he heard Lepton's question, how did this man come to that conclusion, and if he had that knowledge where there others too they would encounter with perhaps a more dangerous agenda. He heard Deanna introducing each of them to the man named Lepton. He looked the man over, noting the long dark hair, thick dark beard and green eyes. He watched as Deanna continued to talk to the stranger as though she knew him. It was when he heard his own name he came out of his thoughts quickly.

"Will, Beverly, Data this is Lepton, he is close to Abeathdor. I suppose I knew him through Abeathdor's telepathic communication. She had described this man's kindness and appearance." Deanna stopped and put her hand on Lepton's arm, "Abeathdor thought you to have been killed."

He looked at her in surprise, "How could you have that knowledge? Have you been to see her...no surely Gringbald would never have allowed that. How could you know .... Oh, you were the one at the banquet, were you not? You said you had some communication with her..how? They have allowed no one near her."

Deanna didn't answer right away, trying to find the approach to the question that would not give too much information to him. She chose to work around the communication issue for now. "It is of no importance at this moment how I know, but how is it that you escaped death when Abeathdor was so sure you had died?"

He sadly shook his head, "As you see I am very much alive. She is made to think her friends have died because of her. It works for the criminals to strip the wounded of their desire to live." Deanna moved to stand in front of him, she looked into his eyes, the greenest eyes she had ever seen, also the saddest eyes she had seen.

"This communication, this is something you do in your head? You too, ah... I know it is done. I know Abeathdor is able to do much when she is strong." He spoke sadly again. His eyes downcast, not willing to meet any ones.

Will stepped up to take charge of the situation that was beginning to grate on him. "Lepton, what brings you to these woods now?"

"We have been following some of Zylon's men. When they were first spotted in the area we became suspicious. These are arrogant haughty men of higher rank, they would not be wandering in this forest so far from their comfort, if it were not for a matter of some consequence." Lepton stood watching the commander a few moments before asking, "And you, what would you be doing in the woods miles from Gendla?"

"We are following some of Zylon's men also, Lepton." Will hesitated not fully trusting the man, regardless of Deanna's almost immediate acceptance of him.

"Then perhaps we can travel together." He smiled looking at Deanna and the others, and seeing the dark woman's agreement.

They continued their hike through the woods following the river in the direction of the cabin. Data questioned Lepton on many of the cultural differences and changes attempting to find the time line in accordance with Gringbald's ascension into power.

Lepton asked Deanna if she had been able to communicate with Abeathdor lately. "No, I have had no real communication with her for almost two days now. I think she is unconscious. I know she is alive."

Will Riker had been following the conversation closely. Something was wrong. Deanna never mentioned this Lepton, yet she behaved with such familiarity... he silently shook his head, thinking how Deanna had not been open about this. She had known all information was to be given up front, before this stage of the game. Riker walked a slight distance behind them. He heard Data again questioning the man, Will's mind on all that, he never noticed Deanna had been walking beside him. The others were several steps ahead as she came around in front of him, facing him, forcing him to come to a dead stop to avoid walking head on into her.

"What is it Will? I know you're uneasy about something - no I take it back. You are uneasy about me. You want to know if I keeping things from you?"

He looked closely at her, and thought she was becoming very efficient with her newly enhanced skills. But the eye contact, the eye contact was the killer. Those large dark luminous eyes seemed to read his secrets from the depths of his soul. "You've got to admit we had no idea about the existence of anyone down here in a position to aid us. You should have mentioned this to us- to me, Deanna. Is there more that you're holding back?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "Why didn't you reveal this to me?"

"Will, Abeathdor thought he was dead. How would I have known the man still lived? I should have talked to you more about what I learned from her, but I had no way to know if any of those close to her survived." She watched the hurt in his eyes fade to be replaced by concern. "No, there's nothing else that I'm holding back. Yes you KNOW you can trust me." Then at is startled look, "I'm sorry, there something about this atmosphere that seems to increase my empathic into telepathic skills. It's as unnerving to me as it is to you." She laid her hand gently on his arm, "Will, this is new to me too. Help me to stay grounded."

He stood looking down into those eyes; he could refuse her nothing. "Do you want Dr. Crusher to use a hypospray?" Keeping her grounded was usually something he did with great relish.

"No...not yet. If you think my behavior to be erratic or uncontrollable, then yes, do what you think to be necessary. Right now, I feel as though I need to be alert and open as possible."

Will nodded, dropped his hands from her shoulders, and pulled her along side of him to walk companionably up to the where the others waited. The pace picked up in an effort to make the cottage by nightfall. It was very late in the afternoon when a small cottage became discernable among the trees. There were several horses grazing among the trees along the side of the building.

Data stopped first, with his vision he could detect a group of men standing by the building's back entrance. "Commander, it is nearly dark. I suggest we wait until morning to do anything. There are some large boulders up above us. We could camp there tonight, and decide upon our approach."

Will agreed, "Let's go ladies, now you'll get to see the rougher side of outdoor life. We can't afford a campfire tonight, we don't want to take the chance of being seen."

"Oh stop! You're spoiling us?" Beverly tried to make light of the situation, hoping to hide the fact she was really beginning to miss life in their civilization.

They found the boulders to be perfect. They could make a temporary covered shelter using the boulders and tarp as a type of lean to. The shelter came in handy when the large drops of water started falling. Under the tarp the quarters were close, but dry. Beverly had to admit she found reason to be glad of Will's childhood camping days. He had dug a drainage ditch around the campsite to catch the water and divert it around the sleeping area. Otherwise they would have been washed out when the rain began to come down fast and furiously. They sat inside listening to the water running past in the drainage channels.

Warm and dry they listened to Lepton's story of how he met Abeathdor while they were both captives in Traitor's Keep. He spoke of how he was able to talk Zylon out of killing her, when it came time for his own release. He convinced the arrogant murderer to keep her alive and thereby keep her supporters quiet. Lepton had planned a rescue the night before the first away team arrived. Somehow news of this plot had reached Zylon, the would be rescuers were thwarted. Two of the men were captured and were part of the floorshow at the banquet. One of those had been Lepton's own brother. After listening to the description of the brother, Deanna believed it to have been the man in the research building, although she said nothing to Lepton about that.

It was a sad somber evening. A night of such darkness both inside and out. The dampness became penetrating even when bundled into the watertight sleeping bags. The smell of fall, the decaying leaves and wet earth added to the eeriness

Deanna lay awake, feeling the restlessness and worried dreaming of those around her. She sensed a more concentrated mixture of concern and anxiety from behind her. She knew it to be Will Riker. He may appear to take command easily, but Deanna knew he took it seriously enough to lose sleep over it on more than one occasion. She listened as he got out of his sleeping bag and tried to move about, finally he pulled on a cloak and went out into the rain. She waited a few moments then followed. She hadn't gone far when the very blackness of the night caused her to stumble. No sooner had she regained her footing when she was grabbed from behind and flung to the wet ground.

"Will!" She managed to wheeze.

"Deanna, what are you doing here? Never mind, I should have known I'd be keeping you awake." He helped her to her feet, brushing wet leaves from her. "I'm sorry. I thought maybe our friends from the cottage had found us. Do you want to walk a little?" The rain had slowed to a drizzle as she accepted his proposed walk. He took her arm and directed her toward the top of the low ridge they were camped on. As they neared the top the rain stopped and a moon was pushing through the clouds.

"I've been planning our approach to the cottage. Deanna, you know that I'm concerned about this mission. This place, this planet has a wicked atmosphere that is almost palpable. You must feel it too?" They had stopped walking, Will turned to look at her, there was enough of the moon's light to see her rain soaked face and the shine of the partially exposed moon reflected in her eyes.

If any thing goes wrong tomorrow I want you and Beverly to cross the river and contact the Enterprise immediately."

"I feel the evil of these men. But I feel a panic at leaving anyone to their devices. Will, I can't explain it, but I know Abeathdor to be the one person who has a chance of turning this around. She has a remarkable mind. I sense in her a fair and just heart. I can't turn and walk away; it would haunt me forever. This is something I have to do. I'm sorry I had to drag all of you into it. I'm afraid something might happen to anyone of you. I don't know how I'd live with that either. So don't expect me to run away from you if trouble arises."

He could see her feelings so easily now in the dark. "Do you think you could have come without me? How about without Beverly? Can you imagine what the captain would have had to put up with if he hadn't included her on the away team? You can't take on the planet on your own." He hugged her to him, for a long moment drawing comfort and security from each other.

"Come on, we'd better return before we're missed." As she stepped back from him, he reached for her, this time he tilted her head and kissed her. Her hands slid up to encircle his neck, caressing the strong tendons they found there. When the kiss ended he smiled down at her, "When this is over, I think we need to have a long very private conversation."

She reached to move the lock of hair from his forehead, "I'm looking forward to it."

When they returned to the others, Will pulled his sleeping bag over to Deanna's. She laid her head on his chest; the steady pounding of his heart lulled her to sleep. The steady warmth of her breath on his chest eased him into a light sleep.

When Beverly opened her eyes, everything was quiet. The gray morning light offered little to feel optimistic about. She slowly sat up, looking around her to see if anyone else was up. She saw Deanna still asleep in Will's arms her head on his chest. Will's eyes were open. She whispered, "Was there a problem last night?" concerned about the possibility that Deanna may have had and empathic encounter. " I must have finally fallen into a sound sleep."

Will smiled, "The only problem was I couldn't sleep, I must have kept Deanna awake with my thoughts. Although, she seems to have gone into hibernation now." He squeezed her shoulder to wake her. When that didn't work, he leaned up to kiss her forehead. She smiled, although she hadn't yet opened her eyes.

After a second kiss the empath slowly opened her eyes. "Good morning." She had not fully come around yet. Will chuckled, that helped, she became aware of the sounds of the outdoors and slowly sat up. She looked down at him and smiled, "At least it stopped raining." She got out of her sleeping bag, looked over to see that Beverly had her bag rolled up and was preparing to do the morning routine.

"Will, where did Data and Lepton go?" Beverly asked as she stepped outside of the tarp and looked around.

He looked at Deanna, "Can you sense Lepton?"

She nodded, "They're down at the river looking for a path to the cottage. I feel Lepton to be anxious. His adrenaline is up...Will.. I think I'm also sensing Abeathdor! Her thoughts are confused, but it is Abeathdor."

"Can you let her know we are close and to be prepared?" He could feel his own adrenaline surge at the thought of finally doing something physical in the direction of fulfilling this mission, finally making a substantial move in this chess game.

"I can try, she's not very lucid. Her thoughts are still hazy and random." Deanna turned to Beverly for an explanation, "Is it possible they continue to sedate and drug her? Would that explain the incoherent thoughts and feelings?"

Beverly nodded, "Very probable, Deanna, it would explain why you have long periods of time with little sense of her. Can she respond to you at all?"

Troi shook her head, "I'm not getting anything more than random those confused random thoughts."

Riker led the women down to the river. They had packed everything the three of them couldn't carry on to Lepton's horse. Upon reaching the river, they took turns cleaning up in the cold water. It was there Data and Lepton found them.

Commander, it appears that the occupants of the cottage are preparing to move to another destination. When they leave the premises they would be at their most vulnerable. It is at that time I recommend we attempt a rescue." Data then proceeded to outline a method of extracting Abeathdor from her captors.

"Will!" Deanna was clearly alarmed about something. "Zylons' men are coming this way, we've been seen!"

"Beverly you and Deanna back track a short distance then cross the river. Follow us from the other side. Lepton will guide you. If anything happens contact the Enterprise." Beverly recognized the tone as an order from the commander, and although her instinct said to stay together she trusted that Will had pertinent reasons for his command.

Lepton began to protest voicing his intent to stay and face these adversaries. Riker pointed out that Zylon's men may know him from his past imprisonment; and Deanna may be recognized from the banquet. Will knew, from the determined stance, the way she wouldn't look at him, that she was refusing to leave him. He said softly, "You can't be caught." She finally raised her head to meet his eyes, Will hardened his voice. "Go! NOW! That's an order!"

Riker turned away toward the sound of horses approaching while the other three departed quickly. Lepton lead his laden horse putting as much distance away from Will and Data as possible. They heard voices calling behind them, followed by a lot of rustling and the sound of horses in the wet leaves and brush.

When Troi turned to look back, Lepton touched her elbow, "Here is where we cross, it is much more shallow." He helped them down the bank into the low cold water. "Watch where you step, for the most part you can follow the crossing with your eyes." He pointed to the route out to them, then demonstrated that the riverbed was somewhat transverse with large flat sheets of stone. When all three had crossed, they stayed close to the riverbank and began moving back toward the area they had last seen Will and Data. They moved quickly in hope that Will and Data had somehow managed to elude the captor's web. Lepton moved with a deftness that revealed his familiarity with the land. They traveled for more than an hour; still there was neither sign nor sound of the others on the opposite side of the river. Finally Lepton came to a stop. The terrain had changed; they found themselves between the river and the base of a small mountain range. Lepton tied his horse to one of the many small conifers, then walked toward the higher stretch of the dense forest. Beverly and Deanna stayed where they were and continued to search the opposite bank for any sign of their companions.

Beverly edged closer to Deanna and whispered, "I think our friend knows more than what he's saying. Can you sense Will at all?"

Deanna shook her head; "I'm sensing several people close by. Not Will, I'd know the feel of his mind. There are others around, maybe they are flooding my senses, making me less sensitive to the familiar." She turned back toward the mountain slope; "We're about to have company. The others that I sensed before are coming with Lepton."

Both women moved behind thicker vegetation to wait for Lepton's appearance, giving Deanna time to focus on the intent of the newcomers. As they drew nearer, Deanna began to relax. "It's alright, they mean no harm. It appears they are also looking for Abeathdor." Neither woman moved, remaining concealed until the entire group was visible.

Lepton called out, "Deanna! Beverly! Please show yourselves. You are in no danger, my friends would very much like to meet you."

Deanna walked out first. "I believe we have met." The empath walked over to the woman that had only a short time ago served her dinner at the great banqueting hall in Gendla.

Lagi was now dressed in the dark, deeper color of the forest. Her long hooded cloak a perfect camouflage for observing, without being observed. "Lady, I knew it would be you -you would be the one to aid us. I knew when I looked into your eyes. Then, when you saw these hands, I watched. I saw. It is your compassion." Lagi had walked up to Troi and looked closer at her, she took her hand as though to shake it but held it out in front of her in an odd gesture of service.

Deanna was taken back by the gesture, she held Lagi by the shoulders, "Please, we - my friends and I are only visitors here. We cannot do anything without your help. This friend is also a doctor. Doctor Beverly.... We have two more friends -over there somewhere. I fear for their safety." Deanna pointed to the other side of the river.

"Yes, Lepton has told us of that. We have people who are going now to find them. Lepton will lead them; he knows these woods better than anyone else does. Please, come with us, you will be safe." Lagi started back up into the dense wood toward the mountain. Deanna and Beverly followed, with four young men behind them.

Deanna noticed that the way these people were dressed made the gender of the individual indistinguishable, taking away all identifying characteristics-making it harder to pin point any one as an outlaw. Further down below them she could hear Lepton speaking and shortly there after the sound of horses moving off in the direction they had last seen Will and Data.

"We have all the rations and the bulk of the supplies." Deanna stopped and faced Beverly.

"Lepton will find them. They may have to spend a night roughing it, but both Data and Will are resourceful." Beverly smiled encouragingly, "Deanna, try again to see if you can get a sense of Will. You know he's been in worse scrapes, he'll be fine."

"You don't know the evil in Zylon's people, Beverly. I've seen it. I'm going to contact the Enterprise to see if they can locate them by their comm links." Deanna took her communicator out from the folds of the skirt.

<<Troi to Enterprise.>> She paused waiting for a reply, none came.

Beverly retrieved her communicator and tried the to make contact. Again no answer. "Deanna, when was the last time Will checked in?"

Troi answered looking puzzled, "This morning, everything was fine. There was no mention of problems. Will would have contacted us if they were alone. We can't take the chance of contacting them and perhaps endangering them."

Beverly nodded, "We'll try again to reach the Enterprise again when we reach our destination, wherever that may be." They continued climbing higher, they could now look down at the river and see quite a distance of wooded area on both sides. Still there was no sign of Will.

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Will and Data had not put up a fight. They tried to lose the pursuers in the woods, but were unsuccessful. They calmly gave up, claiming to be fishermen, fishing the river. The man who appeared to be in charge, had ordered the two to be brought to their cottage and questioned more closely. Ironically, they were to be taken to the very place they had been trying to find. They were stopped outside the cottage; Zylon himself came out of the building.

"What have we here, Gobvat? I ordered the land posted and guarded. How did these men get in?" Zylon didn't wait for an answer, he began circling Will and Data, scrutinizing each one in turn. "Gobvat have you gone deaf? I asked you how they got into the Riverlands? I suppose you made sure