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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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SECTION ONE OF "STARS AND BLIGHTS FOREVER":
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Doug Vermes
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"Stars and Blights Forever"
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Millions of individual stars twinkled in the vast emptiness
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of space. Each with its own message. Peace and tranquility was
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ubiquitous here. Suddenly a massive object soared through the
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blackness of space at tremendous speed. The peace was disturbed
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by a starship. The starship had just a few words printed on it: U.S.S.
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Enterprise. NCC 1701-D.
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"Ensign Crusher, what is out ETA?" This question was spoken
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by a middle-aged man of about average height. What little remained
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of the man's hair was already gray. Nevertheless, he had an air of
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superiority about him. The fact that he posed the question as an
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order signified that he was in charge. His outfit was essentially
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the same as everyone else's: one-piece, with a standard-issue
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Starfleet communicator attached to one side. On his right lapel
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were his rank markers; four solid markers. Four solid markers,
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according to Starfleet regulations, signified the Captain of a
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starship. He was standing in a saucer-shaped room, accompanied
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by many other similarly attired officers. However, none of the others
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had more than three rank markers. At the front of the room, taking up
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nearly the whole wall, was the viewscreen. It currently showed the
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vast field of space through which they were travelling. Ensign
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Crusher, a lad of no more than eighteen, turned to the Captain.
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"Estimated Time of Arrival is approximately twelve hours from
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now, Captain." the Ensign said.
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"Good. I will be in my quarters if you need me. Number One, you
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have the bridge." The Captain stood up and walked a few paces
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away. A man with a beard, a Commander by the three solid rank
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markers he wore, presumably 'Number One,' replaced the Captain's
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position. The Captain walked off the bridge into the Turbolift.
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Many lights were flickering rapidly, and warning buzzers were
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going off in the control room of another spaceship. A short man,
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middle-aged, wearing brown and black checkered trousers, a short
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scarf, an eccentric tie, and a brown sports jacket had a very
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concerned look on his face. He was not alone, though. In the same
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room, whose walls had a unique depressed circular pattern, was a
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younger girl with blonde hair. She wore a red shirt, and a black
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jacket which had 'Ace' emblazoned across the back.
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"Professor!" she called. The man ignored her.
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"Doctor! What's happening?" she called.
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"I don't know, Ace! We're being pulled off course!" The man,
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known as the Doctor, spoke with a Scottish accent. Suddenly,
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as if hit by an inspiration, the Doctor struck the control console
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with the edge of his fist forcefully. Suddenly all the buzzers
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and lights stopped. The central column started rising and
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falling.
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"You see, Ace, there's no need to worry!" The Doctor gave Ace
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a childish grin.
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"Professor, you sure know how to fly this thing!"
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"Oh, it's not my fault! I've been meaning to rep..." The Doctor's
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voice trailed off as he glanced back at the central column, which
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was slowing down. "...That's odd. We appear to be landing."
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"You were saying?" Ace asked mischeviously. The Doctor
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flashed her an intolerant look and then he began to flip switches
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and read various screens on the console. The central column
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slowed almost to the point of a complete stop.
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The Captain was sitting in his room, reading Shakespeare,
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when the communications unit buzzed in.
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"Captain Picard, we're approaching our destination." the voice
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of 'Number One' said. Picard took off his reading glasses and
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walked out of his room, en route to the bridge.
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On the bridge, the doors to Turbolift Two slid open. Captain
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Picard walked onto the bridge and resumed his seat. The
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viewscreen showed a blue planet. He turned to 'Number One.'
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"Commander Riker, reports?" Picard asked.
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"Nothing unusual to report." Riker responded routinely.
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Suddenly the whole bridge was jolted violently.
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"Red Alert!" Picard ordered. The klaxon alerts sounded
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instantaneously. The viewscreen showed the planet becoming
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rapidly smaller and smaller until it no longer was visible. This
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took place in a matter of seconds.
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STAY TUNED FOR SECTION TWO OF "STARS AND BLIGHTS FOREVER!!!"
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Internet: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com
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Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!wupost!uunet!hotmomma!acc1bbs!doug.vermes
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4567.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 16:54:00 GMT
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Distribution: world
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Organization: Advanced Computer Concepts BBS, New Rochelle, NY 914-654-1981
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Reply-To: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Ok, here we go... Section Two of "Stars and Blights Forever":
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"Captain. It would appear that we have been somehow
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'relocated.'" an officer in a yellow outfit with very pale skin noted
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cooly.
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"Substantiate, Mr. Data." Picard ordered.
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"We are approximately two thousand light years from our
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previous position." Data responded. Data was an android, which
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explained his extremely calm manner.
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"Two thousand? But's that not possible!" Ensign Wesley
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Crusher responded with boyish surprise.
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"Captain! Another spaceship is approaching at Warp 9.6!" A
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Klingon attired in Starfleet uniform informed the Captain of this fact.
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"Onscreen, Mr. Worf!" The klingon, Worf, pressed a button and
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the image of a large square-shaped spacecraft filled the screen. Picard
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stood up.
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"The Borg!" he uttered in a worried tone. Out of nowhere, faintly,
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a strange wheezing, groaning sound filled the air inside the Enterprise.
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"Commander Data, what is that sound?" Picard asked.
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"Checking... No record of that sound in my data banks, Captain."
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Captain Picard tensed, ready for whatever might come.
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Inside what appeared to be a conference room, a Police Box stood.
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This was quite an incongruous sight, considering that here was a
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twentieth century Earth object in a twenty-fourth century Earth
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spaceship. However, this was not just an ordinary Earth Police
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Box. It was, in fact, a Time and Relative Dimensions in Space
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Capsule; TARDIS for short. The doors to the Police Box opened,
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and out walked the Doctor, followed by Ace.
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"Where are we, Professor?" Ace asked. She started walking
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around the room, looking at their surroundings.
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"I'm not quite sure..." The Doctor looked out the window.
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"Ahh! We seem to be on a spaceship."
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"How do you know that?"
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"Look." He pointed out the window, into the black emptiness
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of space. He turned around and closed and locked the door to the
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TARDIS.
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"Hang about, Professor! I thought we were supposed to be
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going to visit twelfth century England!"
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"Nobody's perfect, Ace!" The Doctor picked up a tricorder
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which was laying down on the table. "However, this object is from
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Earth. Twenty-fourth century, I'd guess." Ace resumed looking around
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the room. She turned and saw a closed doorway.
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"Hey, I wonder where this leads!" Ace asked rhetorically. She
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started toward the doors.
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"Ace!" The Doctor hurried after her, quite concerned.
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Captain Picard was still quite worried.
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"How did we get here?" Picard asked himself. Suddenly, the doors
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to the Captain's ready room, where he held private
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conferences, slid open. Picard sprung up. Through the doors
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walked the Doctor and Ace.
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"Now, Ace. How many times have I told..." The Doctor noticed all
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the officers on the bridge. "...Oh, hello!" He said quite flippantly.
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"Who are you?" Picard demanded.
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"This is Ace, and I'm the Doctor. Who are you?" The Doctor
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spoke as if he were introducing himself to old friends.
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"I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship
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Enterprise. Now, what are you doing on the bridge? How did you
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get here?" Picard barked.
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"Well... I.. Hmm.... It's a bit difficult to..." The Doctor turned
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and looked at the viewscreen. "Ah! A Borg spacecraft. Hmm... Very
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nasty race." Riker was temporarily startled by this discourse.
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"What do you know about the Borg?" Riker asked the Doctor.
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"Oh... No more than any other traveller." the Doctor responded.
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While Picard was about to ask more questions about the Doctor, a
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Borg suddenly materialized in the middle of the bridge. Worf
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ripped out his phaser and shot the Borg down.
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TOMORROW: PART THREE OF "STARS AND BLIGHTS FOREVER"!
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Internet: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com
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Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!wupost!uunet!hotmomma!acc1bbs!doug.vermes
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4568.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 16:55:00 GMT
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Distribution: world
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Organization: Advanced Computer Concepts BBS, New Rochelle, NY 914-654-1981
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Reply-To: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Here's Section Three of "Stars and Blights Forever"
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"No!!!" the Doctor shouted. Another Borg materialized and
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Worf took a shot at it. However, this time, the Borg deflected the
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shot. Worf increased the phaser intensity and tried again. This
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time, he was successful. "No! This will not work! They'll just
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adapt!" the Doctor shouted.
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"Yes, but what else can we do, Doctor?" Picard asked
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rhetorically. Nevertheless, the Doctor responded.
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"Confuse it! Sever its link with the Borg conscienceness." the
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Doctor exclaimed. Another Borg materialized. Worf took many
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shots at it, but they were all in vain. The Borg walked over and
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extracted the main data core from the main computer on the
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bridge. Before anyone could stop him, he vanished.
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"Oh, splendid. Now the Borg have access to all knowledge
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contained in our computers. What's more, we can no longer
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use our computer!!" Picard declared angrily.
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"Captain, the Borg ship has entered warp drive. It is
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approaching Warp 9.9999996." Data noted.
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"You had something to do with this, didn't you, Doctor?!"
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Picard demanded.
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"No... " The Doctor was abruptly cut off by Picard.
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"Lieutenant Worf! Escort these.... intruders to the brig!"
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Picard barked. Worf, who was pretty ferocious looking, grabbed hold
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of Ace and the Doctor.
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"NO!!! I can assure you. We had nothing to do with this!
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We've only just arrived..." the Doctor said desperately.
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"Really? And how exactly did you get here in the same
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quadrant as us?"
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"Well... We were on our way to Earth when we were pulled
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off course by something... Then, we finished up here." the Doctor
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said.
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"Captain, they might've encountered the same thing we did."
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Riker hypothesized. Picard motioned away Worf and pulled the
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Doctor aside.
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"Commander La Forge, prepare transporters. We're going to
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beam an away team to the Borg ship." Picard ordered.
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"No can do, Captain. The Borg ship is surrounded by a graviton
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forcefield. Our transporters can't penetrate it." La Forge remarked.
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Picard grunted.
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"Look, Doctor. If you are telling us the truth, then we need your
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help. You must help us to recover our data core." Picard asked.
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"Well, I'll do whatever I can to help."
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"Good. We'll need to transport to your spacecraft." The Doctor
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frowned at this.
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"Ahh..." the Doctor said a little angrily.
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"Doctor, we must get to the Borg ship! The only way to
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do that is if you help us, and allow us to transport to your
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ship!"
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"Oh... Well... If you must. Ace, you stay here!"
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"Professor! I want to go with you!" Ace complained.
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"You will stay here, Ace!" the Doctor ordered.
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"Number One, Commander La Forge, Worf, Counselor Troi,
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Doctor Crusher, you will be in my away team. We are going to
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attempt to pursue the Borg in the Doctor's vessel." Picard ordered.
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The away team started walking toward the Turbolifts, along with
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Data. "Captain Picard! This way." The Doctor motioned toward the
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ready room doors. The away team followed the Doctor through the
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conference room doors, with puzzled looks on their faces. Picard
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caught up to the Doctor, just as they were entering the ready
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room.
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TOMORROW: SECTION FOUR OF "STARS AND BLIGHTS FOREVER"
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Internet: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com
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Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!wupost!uunet!hotmomma!acc1bbs!doug.vermes
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4569.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 16:55:00 GMT
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Distribution: world
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Organization: Advanced Computer Concepts BBS, New Rochelle, NY 914-654-1981
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Reply-To: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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As faithful as ever, here is Section Four of "Stars and Blights Forever"
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"Doctor! Where do you think you're going?" Picard asked.
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"To the TARDIS... er, my spaceship."
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"Yes, but the transporter room is on Deck Te...What is that?!"
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Picard noticed the TARDIS sitting in the conference room.
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"It appears to be an artifact from Earth, twentieth century, to
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be precise." Data noted.
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"Data, we need you to stay on the Enterprise. You have the
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bridge, Mr. Data." Picard ordered. "What is that?" Picard
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repeated his question, still astonished by Data's comment. Data
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was about to answer again, but Picard motioned him to leave the
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ready room.
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"It's the TARDIS!" the Doctor responded gleefully. The Doctor
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unlocked the doors and opened both of them. "In you go!" The away
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team hesitated. The Doctor gave Picard a reassuring nod.
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"Follow his instructions!" Picard ordered. The confused away
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team slowly entered the doors of the TARDIS.
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Suddenly, everyone found themself in the brightly lit console
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room of the Doctor's TARDIS. The away team stared around in sheer
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disbelief.
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"This can't be. How is this possible? Is it kind of like a
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Holodeck?" Commander La Forge asked.
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"No, no... Relative dimensions... no time to explain!" The Doctor
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pushed a red lever on the console, and the double doors to the
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TARDIS slid closed with an eery hum. "Now, let's see if I can get a
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fix on the Borg ship. What direction was it heading?"
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"Sector Seven, heading Mark Five." La Forge replied. The Doctor
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flipped a switch and the scanner screen slid open. He underwent a
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complicated procedure of turning dials and flipping more switches.
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Finally, the Borg ship appeared on the scanner screen.
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"My God! There it is!" Picard replied. The Doctor flipped a few
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more switches, and the central column began to rise and fall. The
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TARDIS was in flight.
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A while later inside the TARDIS, in a room with many lounge chairs
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and umbrellas, everyone was relaxing.
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"Doctor, I still don't understand how this TARDIS can be so big!"
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La Forge stated.
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"It's all quite simple, really. It's dimensionally transcendental."
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the Doctor remarked in a tone which said that he expected La Forge to
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understand it all from that explanation.
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"But I still don...." La Forge was cut off by Picard.
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"Shouldn't we be concerned more about the Borg and the Enterprise's
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data core?" Picard interjected.
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"Yes... Captain Picard has a point." the Doctor agreed. Suddenly,
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the whole TARDIS shuddered violently.
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"RED ALER....." Picard cut himself off as soon as he remembered
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where he was. A sound filled the whole TARDIS. The Doctor's
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expression became quite serious.
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"What is it?" Riker asked.
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"The TARDIS cloister bells....." the Doctor responded...
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"The what?" Picard asked sternly.
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"It means imminent disaster for the TARDIS." There were a few
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moments of deathly silence. "Quick! The console room!" The Doctor
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leaped out of his chair and sprinted out of the room. The others got up
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and followed him.
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TOMORROW: SECTION FIVE OF "STARS AND BLIGHTS FOREVER"!
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Internet: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4570.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 16:56:00 GMT
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Distribution: world
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Organization: Advanced Computer Concepts BBS, New Rochelle, NY 914-654-1981
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Reply-To: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Here's Section Five of "Stars and Blights Forever"
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Once the others had caught up with the Doctor in the console room,
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he was already staring at the open scanner screen with discontent. The
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others glanced at it.
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"Captain, the Borg attached their tractor beam to the Doctor's ship.
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We're being pulled within range of their disruptor beam." La Forge
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commented.
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"How long before we are in range?" Riker asked.
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"I can't tell you exactly, but it'd have to be pretty soon!"
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"Doctor, we've got to get out of here!" Riker said impatiently.
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"Yes.. I quite agree with you. I'll try and materialize on board the
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Borg ship. Hold tight, everyone!" The Doctor flipped some switches and
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the TARDIS shuddered a bit more violently than the Doctor had expected,
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knocking Picard off his feet. Picard's head hit the floor with a thud,
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and he went unconscious. The central column slowed to a complete stop,
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and ceased being lit.
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"Doctor!" Riker barked.
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"Yes?" The Doctor and Doctor Crusher answered simultaneously.
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The Doctor grinned, but his grin quickly vanished as he
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remembered the seriousness of Picard's situation.
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"I mean, Doctor Crusher! Can you help him?" Riker asked.
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Apparently, Riker was not amused.
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"Well, I can try to stabilize his condition. But I can't bring him
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'round." Doctor Crusher answered.
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"Why not?"
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"The replicator doesn't work without the computer, I couldn't
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bring any medication." She began to attempt to stabilize Picard.
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"Damn!" Riker activated his communicator. "Riker to Enterprise."
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Silence. "Riker to Enterprise."
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"That won't work in here, I'm afraid." the Doctor said. "He'll just
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have to stay in here while we go and recover the data core." The Doctor
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began flicking switches and dials and pressing numerous buttons on the
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console at lightning speed.
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"Doctor Crusher, remain here with the Captain."
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"Yes, Commander." she answered.
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"Now, Doctor. You, Geordi, Deanna, Worf, and I will enter the Borg
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ship." Riker ordered.
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"Yes, Commander." the Doctor responded, in a playful tone. The
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Doctor pulled the red lever which operated the doors, and they slid
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open. Worf and Riker pulled out their phasers and prepared themselves
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for combat. The five walked out of the TARDIS.
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Inside the massive Borg ship, the Police Box exterior of the TARDIS
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seemed a tiny incongruency. The Doctor locked the door to the TARDIS.
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"Will, I'm sensing the massive Borg consciousness. They are aware
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of our presence." Counselor Troi remarked. Suddenly, a Borg stepped out
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of one of the many cubicles and started marching toward them. Worf
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fired, hitting the Borg point blank. The Borg fell to the ground,
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de-activated.
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"No, no, no, no, no, no.... That's not the way to do it!" The Doctor
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pulled out a cylindrical device with a bullet-shaped head and walked
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toward a large metal box which was near them. The Doctor twisted the
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bottom of the device and held in near the center of the right side of
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the box. The device emitted a faint whirring noise. The cover of the box
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suddenly slid off, revealing a mass of wires. The Doctor reached into
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the box and ripped out the wires. Suddenly, the whole ship seemed to
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silence. "There we go." The Doctor smiled.
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"What have you done?" Riker asked.
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"If I'm right, he's severed the link with the Borg consciousness."
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La Forge postulated.
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"Deanna?"
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"I am no longer sensing the Borg consciousness." The away team
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silenced while that fact fully registered. Worf stared needles at the
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Doctor.
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"What have you done?" Worf demanded in his deep Klingon voice.
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"Well, I've put the Borg out of action, so to speak." the Doctor
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responded quite proudly.
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"Permanently?" Riker questioned.
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"No, no! Temporarily, Commander Riker, temporarily..."
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"We'd better search the Borg ship. Deanna, maintain vigilance with
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the Borg. At the first sign of any Borg consciousness, I am to be
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informed immediately." Riker ordered.
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"Yes, Commander." she complied.
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Date: 1 Dec 92 16:58:00 GMT
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Ok... Section Six of "Stars and Blights Forever".
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Inside the TARDIS, Doctor Crusher was beginning to get impatient.
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She glanced at Picard's prostrate form and back at the console. She
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paced back and forth, thinking of something that she could do. She
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walked over to the central console.
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"Computer." She decided to try to access the ship's computer. There
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was no response. "Computer!" she reiterated. Still silence. She flipped
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a few switches. Nothing happened. She flipped a few more. Suddenly
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she heard a humming sound. She spun around. The scanner screen had
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slid open. It showed the inside of the massive ship. She smiled.
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"Now that's more like it!" she said.
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"Doctor..." a faint voice croaked. It was Picard.
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"Jean-Luc, don't try to move."
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"Beverly... I don't think I can stay conscious for much longer..."
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Picard's words took extreme effort on his part.
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"Hang on, Jean-Luc. I'll try and find some medical supplies."
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'Easier said than done, Beverly. ', she thought. She left the console
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room and wandered through the corridor. "Well... A ship so small on the
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outside couldn't be TOO much larger on the inside," she said to
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herself. She was never more wrong. She wandered further and further
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around. Corridor after corridor all looked the same to her.
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Nevertheless, she was determined to find some sort of medicine.
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She opened door after door. Finally, after what seemed to her like
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hours of walking around in this maze, she found a storage cabinet.
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Inside was a box which seemed to be a first aid kit of some kind.
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Satisfied with this discovery, she headed back to the console room.
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The away team was cautiously making their way around the seemingly
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out of action Borg ship. Riker had a look of uneasiness on his face. The
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Doctor, however, seemed quite calm. They continued their search.
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Back on the Enterprise, Ace was getting worried. She paced back
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and forth on the bridge.
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"What's taking them so long?" She asked, semi-rhetorically.
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"I cannot hypothesize as to that. I do not possess enough
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information." Data responded. Ace walked over to the science section
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of the computer.
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"You've got some ace hardware!" she remarked.
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"I am not familiar with your terminology. Please clarify." Data
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requested.
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"What? What do you mean?"
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"I do not understand the word 'ace', that you used. Is Ace not your
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designation?"
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"Designation? Oh! It's nothing... Just an expression for something
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really neat."
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"Neat. Tidy. Clean. I understand."
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"No! Not 'neat' as in tidy, neat as in 'cool'."
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"'Cool'. Expression of something which attracts the interest of
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the speaker. I see." Data added this word to his data bank. Ace started
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playing around with the computer. "You are not permitted to do that,
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Ace."
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"Oh, come on, Data!" Ace begged.
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"Come on where?" Data inquired.
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"Never mind." Ace responded touchily. Momentarily, an expression
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of confusion appeared on Data's face. Then, he resumed his normal
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activities. Ace sat down in the First Officer's seat, and waited
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impatiently.
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Half an hour after finding what Doctor Crusher assumed was a
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medical kit, she re-entered the console room, extremely out of breath.
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"My God! This place is a maze!" Doctor Crusher said to herself.
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She opened up the medical kit to reveal numerous complex pieces of
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medical equipment. She handled each one carefully, examining them for
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some clue as to what they might do.
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The away team so far had been unsuccessful in their search. Riker
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was getting more impatient.
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"Doctor, where is the data core?" He asked rhetorically.
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"Oh how should I know!" The Doctor responded, nevertheless.
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"What about Captain Picard? He might be in grave danger." Riker
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hypothesized.
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"No, I shouldn't think so. Doctor Crusher must have found the first
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aid kit in Store-Room Three by now! She can't help Picard without it."
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Suddenly a thought struck the Doctor. "Oh!!!"
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"What?" La Forge asked.
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"She'll have no idea how to use the medical facilites! The
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equipment of your time is primitive compared to my medical kit!" Riker
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rolled his eyes.
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"Well, what can we do?" Riker asked.
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"I think I'd better get back to the TARDIS."
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"No, Doctor. We need you here! Your presence is imperative if we
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are to recover the data core."
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"Well SOMEONE has to go back to the TARDIS!" Riker thought about
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this for a moment.
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(Since everyone's being so patient, tomorrow I'll post two sections)
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4572.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 16:59:00 GMT
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Now, here is Section Seven of "Stars and Blights Forever"!
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"Geordi, you'll go back."
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"Yes, Commander Riker." La Forge responded.
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"Now... Geordi... Let me explain the medical kit... " The Doctor
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proceeded to run down a long list of complex descriptions and technical
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information. Despite its apparent complexity, Geordi seemed to
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understand it.
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"Commander, I think now that we've shut down the Borg
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Consciousness, I should be able to rig up something on the Enterprise
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to allow transportation to and from the Borg ship."
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"But how will you get back to the Enterprise?" Riker asked.
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"He can go in the TARDIS," the Doctor answered.
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"But I can't operate the TARDIS!" La Forge blurted out.
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"Oh, don't worry! I already set the coordinates for the Enterprise.
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All you have to do is to go in, close the doors, and press the third
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switch on the bottom of the panel closest to the interior doors. It's
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gray, I think." the Doctor said. "Key!" The Doctor tossed Geordi one
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of the keys to the TARDIS as the thought struck him.
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"Well...."
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"Go on, Geordi." Riker ordered. La Forge starting going back to
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the TARDIS. Suddenly, he spun around.
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"Commander! You'll probably need my tricorder." La Forge
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commented. He proceeded to give the tricorder to Riker.
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"Good point, Geordi. Thanks." La Forge walked away and the Doctor,
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Riker, Troi, and Worf continued on their search. The Borg ship, along
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with the Borg, seemed quite dormant. Riker flipped open the tricorder
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and began to take readings.
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"Hmm... It doesn't seem to tell us much." Riker commented.
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"Let me see that..." the Doctor said, with a gleam in his eyes. The
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Doctor had a look of extreme concentration on his face as his fingers
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played across the keys of the tricorder at amazing speed. A few
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moments later, the Doctor stopped his reprogramming. "There we go!
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This should help us find the data core!" the Doctor remarked quite
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triumphantly. Riker snatched it away and looked at it.
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"This way." he pointed in the direction that the tricorder gave
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the largest reading from.
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La Forge had a bit of difficulty finding the TARDIS in the massive
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Borg ship but, surprisingly enough, he managed to find it relatively
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quickly. He removed the key from his pocket, unlocked the doors to
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the TARDIS, and walked in.
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Inside the TARDIS, Doctor Crusher heard a humming sound and
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saw the interior doors open. La Forge walked in.
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"Geordi!" she remarked with surprise. La Forge pushed the red
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door lever on the console and the doors slid closed.
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"Hello, Doctor Crusher. How's the Captain?" he asked.
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"Not too well. I found what I think is the medical kit, but I
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haven't the faintest idea how to use it!" she said.
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"Yeah... The Doctor said you'd have a problem, so he sent me
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here. First, let's get back to the Enterprise."
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"But, how-"
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"The Doctor says the coordinates are already set! Here's hoping!"
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He flicked the third switch on the bottom of the panel closest to the
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interior doors. It was blue. The time rotor lit up and the central
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column began to steadily rise and fall. "Now... Let me explain how to
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use the medical equipment..." He recounted the whole lecture the Doctor
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gave him. Once he finished, Doctor Crusher understood how to use
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everything. She fished out the device that supposedly had the "deep
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healing beam," and applied it to Picard. Five minutes later, Picard
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regained consciousness. He sat up slowly and looked around as his vision
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cleared. Doctor Crusher was astonished at how quick the recovery was.
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She marvelled at the living proof that medical technology more advanced
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than what she possessed existed.
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"Geordi... Beverly..." Picard smiled as he saw Doctor Crusher.
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"Where..." He looked around and remembered he was in the TARDIS.
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"Where is the rest of the away team?" he asked.
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"They're out on the Borg ship trying to recover the main data
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core." La Forge replied.
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"I must join them." Picard stood up.
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"That's not possible, Captain." La Forge remarked.
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"Why not?"
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"The TARDIS is on its way back to the Enterprise."
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"How were you able to operate it?"
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"The Doctor had preset the coordinates."
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"I see." Picard had just finished speaking these words when the
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central column slowed to a complete halt. The time rotor was no longer
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lit. Picard was the first to notice this. "Geordi, the column has
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stopped moving."
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"You're right, Captain. I think we've landed." La Forge remarked.
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"Let's open the doors then." Picard ordered. La Forge pulled the
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door lever and the doors slid open. They walked out.
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4573.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 16:59:00 GMT
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Section 8 of "Stars and Blights Forever"!
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In the Captain's ready room, where it had been before, the TARDIS
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materialized. On the bridge, Ace, who was half dead from boredom,
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heard the materialization sound and jumped out of the First Officer's
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seat.
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"Ace, where are you going?" Data inquired. She ran into the ready
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room. Picard, Crusher, and La Forge were standing in front of the
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TARDIS.
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"Where's the Professor?" Ace asked Picard.
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"Who?" he asked.
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"The Doctor, I mean."
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"He's still on the Borg ship."
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"Captain, I can rig something up to allow transportation to the
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Borg ship, now that their defenses are disabled." La Forge commented.
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"Make it so." Picard ordered. La Forge left the ready room.
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Picard, deciding there was no reason to remain in the ready room, also
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left. He was followed by the Ace and Doctor Crusher.
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Data saw the Captain walk on the bridge and immediately left the
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Captain's seat.
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"Captain, was your mission successful?" Data asked.
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"Not yet, Data. The Doctor is still on board with Worf, Counselor
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Troi, and Commander Riker." Picard responded. "Any change in status, Mr.
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Data?"
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"Negative, Captain."
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"Data, the Doctor has temporarily de-activated the Borg
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Consciousness. Would we be able to communicate with the Doctor and
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Commander Riker?" Picard asked.
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"If their energy field has been de-activated as well, it should be
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possible." Data responded.
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"Well, there's only one way to find out." Picard activated his
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communicator. "Picard to Commander Riker." Picard waited for a few
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moments. No one responded. "Picard to Commander Riker!" Still no
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response. Picard decided he'd de-activate his communicator. Just as he
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was doing so, a voice responded through the communicator. The voice was
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very faint and difficult to hear. There was a lot of sub-space
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interference which broke up the message.
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"...Riker here... see you... well, Captain." Riker said.
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"Commander Riker. What is your current situation?"
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"...Can't...communicat... Repeat... not understa.. Ple... peat..."
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"What is your current situation?" Picard repeated.
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"...Doctor... searching....data core... tricorder... Locate
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soon..."
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"Your message is difficult to understand, Number One. Commander La
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Forge is preparing to transport us to the Borg ship. I repeat, we will
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be beaming to the Borg ship."
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"Understoo.... Await... rrival..."
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"Picard out." Picard de-activated his communicator. "Data, what
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was the cause of all the interference?"
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"The remainder of the Borg energy field which surrounds their
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ship." Data responded.
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"Commander La Forge, how soon will transporters be ready?" Picard
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barked.
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"I'm working on it, Captain! Probably another few hours!" He
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responded. Ace, who was tolerating all this, walked over to Picard.
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"Excuse me, Captain Picard?" she asked.
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"Yes, Ace?" He responded.
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"Could I have the key to the TARDIS so I can get some stuff from
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the TARDIS?"
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"Well, umm..."
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"I just left a few things in there! I'll only be a minute!"
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"Well... I suppose so..." He handed the TARDIS key to Ace.
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"Thanks." she walked into the ready room and entered the TARDIS.
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Inside the TARDIS, Ace went to her room. 'Now where did I put
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those canisters of Nitro-9?' she asked herself. She continued searching.
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The doors to Turbolift Four slid open and Commander La Forge
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walked on to the bridge. He walked over to Captain Picard.
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"Captain, I've finished re-adjusting the molecular stabilization
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ratios and field core integration algorithms on the transporters, so we
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should be able to transport to and from the Borg ship now, as long as
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they remain inactive." La Forge said.
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"Good work." Picard acknowledged. "Data, prepare any necessities
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for away team work and meet me in Transporter Room Two." He ordered.
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"Yes, Captain." Data responded, and then proceeded to leave the
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bridge.
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"Ace? Ace?" Picard looked for Ace. Suddenly, the doors to the
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ready room slid open, and Ace walked in. "Ah, Ace, there you are. You
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will accompany Lieutenant Commander Data and me to the Borg ship."
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"Sure, it's better than being stuck on the bridge!" Ace seemed
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excited.
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"La Forge, you have the bridge." Picard ordered.
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"Me?" La Forge dared to question Picard.
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"Yes, you!"
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"Well, it's just that I've never..."
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"You have the bridge, Geordi!" Picard barked.
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"Yes, Captain." he responded.
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NEXT UP: SECTION 9 OF "STARS AND BLIGHTS FOREVER"!
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(Section 10 is the last section of the story)
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4574.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 17:01:00 GMT
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Ok.. Here's Section Nine of "Stars and Blights Forever"!
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"Ace, come with me." Picard and Ace walked into Turbolift One.
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"Transporter Room One," Picard announced to the ship's computer. Nothing
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happened. "Transporter Room One!" he repeated his order. Still no
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response. He slapped his communicator on. "La Forge! What is wrong with
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Turbolift One?" Picard demanded.
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"Sorry, Captain, but without a data core, the computer can't
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operate. You'll need to open the hatch on the side panel of the
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Turbolift and manually input the destination." La Forge responded.
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Picard grunted and turned off his communicator. Picard glanced around
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the Turbolift.
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"What hatch?" he asked rhetorically. Ace popped open the hatch in
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question.
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"This one." She grinned. A complex mass of wires and circuits was
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inside the hatch. There was also a relatively primitive number entry
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pad. Picard entered in a number, presumably the Deck number where
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Transporter Room One was located, and the Turbolift started moving.
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After a little while, the Turbolift slowed to a halt, and the doors
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opened. Picard and Ace walked out. They entered Transporter Room One,
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where Chief O'Brien was stationed. Picard stepped on a transporter pad,
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next to Data, who was waiting for Picard and Ace, and motioned Ace to
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step on a vacant pad.
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"Chief O'Brien, have you located the trace patterns of
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either the Doctor, Worf, Counselor Troi, or Commander Riker?" Picard
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asked.
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"Yes, I've located all four. However, I'm getting slightly
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strange readings from the pattern of the Doctor." O'Brien responded.
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"Never mind that, just put us down near the Doctor."
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"Yes, Captain." O'Brien acknowledged.
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"Energize." O'Brien played his fingers across the transporter
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console and with a flash of light, the three away team members speckled
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out of existence on the Enterprise.
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Meanwhile, the Doctor was busy searching for the data core. He
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possessed the tricorder, and was getting close to the core, by the wild
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fluctuation in readings from the tricorder. All of sudden, Captain
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Picard, Data, and Ace, materialized beside the Doctor.
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"Ahh, Ace, I thought I told you to stay put!" the Doctor said
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playfully.
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"Come on, professor." she responded. Ace put her knapsack on the
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ground.
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"Ace! You have to stay on the Enterprise!"
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"Doctor, have you made any progress?" Picard asked.
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"Captain Picard, I see you've made a full recovery! As it happens,
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I'm close to the data core, if the tricorder is right. But these
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readings keep shifting, it's very disconcerting. Captain, can you beam
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Ace back to the Enterprise?"
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"Yes, of course." Picard activated his computer. "Picard to Chief
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O'Brien."
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"O'Brien here.' O'Brien responded.
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"Beam Ace back to the Enterprise."
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"Aye, sir."
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"Energize."
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"Doctor!" Ace's last attempt to remain with the away team was in
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vain as she slowly dematerialized. Her knapsack, although unseen by the
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others, remained. Riker and Worf walked over to the new away team. After
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some brief greetings, they went back to work.
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"Let's find the data core." They followed the tricorder readings
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for another few minutes, until they stood beside a console of sorts. The
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Doctor pulled out his trusty sonic screwdriver and opened up a panel
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on the console. Situated right in the center of all the circuitry was
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the data core. The Doctor grabbed it out of the circuitry.
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"Captain!" Troi remarked, in a very distressed tone of voice.
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"What is it?" Picard asked.
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"The Borg! The consciousness is back! It just came out of nowhere!"
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"We've got to get out of here!" Riker remarked. Riker hastily
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activated his communicator. "O'BRIEN! GET US OUT OF HERE! NOW!" he
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yelled. The six began dematerializing. This time, it was a slow process,
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due to the power building up in the Borg energy field. However, after
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what seemed like eternity, the six rematerialized in the Transporter
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Room on the Enterprise. The Doctor noticed, to his surprise, that he no
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longer possessed the data core.
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"Where..." the Doctor began to ask, but he was cut off by Mr.
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O'Brien.
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"Captain, I have beamed the data core directly back into the main
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computer, so all ship functions ought to be operational." O'Brien
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commented.
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"Thank you, Mr. O'Brien." Picard responded hurriedly.
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"Quick! The bridge!" the Doctor remarked. They all ran to the
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various Turbolifts, accompanied by Ace, who had been waiting in the
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Transporter Room. As it happened, Ace, Picard, and the Doctor, ended
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up in the same Turbolift.
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"Computer, Express mode to Main bridge." Picard ordered.
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"Acknowledged." the computer responded. The Turbolift gave a little
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jolt as it started to move at ten times its ordinary speed. Seconds
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later, the Turbolift doors opened, and they all ran onto the bridge. The
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menacing image of the Borg ship still lurked on the main viewscreen.
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"Captain, you must get out of here before the Borg ship before they
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fully recover!" the Doctor said. At that moment, Worf, Data, and Troi
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ran onto the bridge from a different Turbolift. Each ran to their
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respective posts.
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NEXT MESSAGE: SECTION TEN OF "STARS AND BLIGHTS FOREVER"!
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Internet: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com----------------------------------
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Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!uunet!hotmomma!acc1bbs!doug.vermes
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From: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho
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Subject: DOCTOR WHO/ST:TNG STORY
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Message-ID: <4575.130.uupcb@ssr.com>
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Date: 1 Dec 92 17:01:00 GMT
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Distribution: world
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Organization: Advanced Computer Concepts BBS, New Rochelle, NY 914-654-1981
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Reply-To: doug.vermes%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Doug Vermes)
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Here we go! Section 10, the last section, of "Stars and Blights Forever"
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"Agreed." Picard thought for a second. "Let's get rid of them while
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we have the chance. Mr. Worf, load all torpedo bays!" he ordered.
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"Picard, no!" the Doctor remarked.
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"Aye, Captain." Worf responded. Worf pressed a few controls on his
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station. "Torpedoes bays loaded."
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"Doctor, we have no other choice."
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"But they are living creatures! They have their right to existence
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just as much as you or I do!" the Doctor pointed out.
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"Captain, the Borg ship has regained fifty percent of its power."
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Data remarked.
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"Doctor, I must destroy them while I can! Living creatures or not,
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they will do nothing but destroy. I cannot allow that." Picard argued.
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"And I cannot allow you to destroy these Borg in cold-blooded
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murder!" the Doctor snapped back.
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"I'm sorry, Doctor." The Doctor opened his mouth to protest
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further. "Fire." Picard ordered. Worf pressed a few more buttons on his
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control panel. The cluster of officers on the bridge watched as the
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reddish torpedoes were fired upon the Borg ship. The torpedoes neared
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the ship and impacted. Nothing happened. A buzzer sounded.
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"Captain, the Borg's energy field has absorbed the impact. No
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damage has been done to the ship or the energy field." Data stated.
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"We're too late!" Picard snapped.
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On the Borg ship, one by one, the Borg stirred and started leaving
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their cubicles. The first one out came out near Ace's knapsack. The Borg
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picked up the knapsack, inspected it, and then tossed it a bit violently
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back to the ground.
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A bright flash spread across the viewscreen. The Doctor covered
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his eyes. The Enterprise shook from pieces of the Borg ship which hit
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the shields. When the flash faded, the Borg ship had blown up into
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thousands of tiny fragments of rubble floating in space. The Doctor took
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off his hat and placed it on his chest, and bent his head in respect.
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The Enterprise crew was horrified by this action, but, nevertheless,
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remained silent.
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"What happened?" Riker asked.
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"I dunno. I would've loved to have blown it up with some of the
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Nitro 9 that I made." Ace said. She suddenly realized she was missing
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her knapsack. "Hang about! Where's my sack?" Realization hit the Doctor
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first.
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"Ace, you left it on the Borg ship! How many times have I told you
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not to carry around explosives in your bag!" The Doctor's voice had a
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slightly playful tone to it. Ace smiled.
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"Sorry, professor." she responded.
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"Well that's that, then." Picard said.
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"I see you got your way after all, Captain Picard." the Doctor
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said with a hint of resentment in his voice.
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"Yes, it is all for our safety, Doctor." The Doctor grunted at
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this remark.
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"Come along, Ace. Time we were off." the Doctor remarked in a
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slightly disturbed tone of voice. Picard was about to thank the Doctor
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for all his help, but caught himself, as he realized that the Doctor
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didn't want to destroy the Borg. The Doctor and Ace left the bridge and
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went to the ready room.
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"Ensign Crusher, plot course for the nearest Starbase. Warp factor
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5." Picard took one last look at the rubble of what was the Borg ship.
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"Engage."
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The Doctor unlocked the TARDIS and motioned Ace inside. They walked
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in. Inside, the Doctor pressed the lever that controlled the doors.
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"Where to now, Ace?" he asked.
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"I've always wanted to see the Eye of Orion that you told me so much
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about." Ace responded. The Doctor considered her suggestion.
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"Agreed." The Doctor smiled. Ace smiled in response, and the two
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broke out into laughter.
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With a wheezing, groaning sound, the TARDIS dematerialized from the
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Captain's ready room on the U.S.S. Enterprise. On the bridge, after
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hearing the dematerialization sound, Captain Picard nodded his head in
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respect.
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Internet: doug.vermes!acc1bbs%ssr.com
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So, what did you all think of it? Any suggestions or comments? Please
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tell me what you thought....
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- Doug
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