Star Trek - TNG - 04 by Survivors

Author:Survivors [Survivors]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-08-07T13:49:29.802000+00:00

The day had gone to making plans for taking over the radio and video broadcasts once Nalavia�s people had the hypnotic drug out of their systems, and for countering Nalavia�s move to institute martial law. Yar began putting on makeup, preparing to don a diaphanous blue and lavender gown Pris had lent her in place of the gold for tonight. Rikan�s formal dinners were such a lovely quaint old custom, she thought, a delightful contrast to the high-tech work of the day. She brushed her short hair, bending over to fluff it out. At the moment Dare�s hair was longer than hers, but he had never minded her short style. Since childhood, she had always kept it cut too short for an assailant to find much to grab onto, and Dare, bless him, had never once �wondered what it would look like if�.�.�.�� as had every other man she had been intimately acquainted with. Except Data, of course. Poor Data. He was genuinely worried that she would ruin her life over Dare. Not that she was not tempted, but she knew her love accepted her decision. If only there were some way to prove his innocence. But there was not. She remembered his court-martial as if it were yesterday; there was just too much incontrovertible evidence to disprove, especially at this late date. So she would do what both life and a career in Starfleet security had taught her: plan for tomorrow; live for today. Tonight she and Dare could escape to his quarters again, and pretend there was nothing more to life than love and laughter. Yar looked into the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. She couldn�t be objective; she felt beautiful, no matter what the mundane world might see. Now all she had to do was get that unfamiliar dress on� �Alert! Alert! Incoming flyers! All hands to battle stations!� At the announcement ringing through the halls, Yar dropped the froth of blue and lavender and skinned back into the plain tunic and trousers she had worn all day. Only when she was out in the corridor did she realize she didn�t have a battle station. A few doors down, Data emerged from his room, wearing his Starfleet uniform. �The strategy room,� he said, and together they ran downstairs into highly organized chaos. Cupboards which had remained closed before now stood open. Poet and Pris were issuing formidable looking weapons to the members of Rikan�s household. Sdan was at the computer console, and the viewscreen showed a schematic of the castle and its surroundings. Two force screens glowed softly, one around the castle itself, one several miles away. �Shields?� Yar asked. They couldn�t be anything like a starship�s shields, unless a matter/antimatter generator was hidden beneath the cliff-side. �The inner one,� Sdan replied. �Outer one�s a static generator that�ll knock a flyer�s controls haywire. Good pilot can fly on visual, but the inboard computer won�t work. They�ll have to fire their weapons on manual.� �But

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