Star Trek: The Next Generation - 021 - Reunion by Michael Jan Friedman;Dave Stern

Author:Michael Jan Friedman;Dave Stern
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Picard, Science Fiction, General, Jean Luc (Fictitious Character), Fiction
ISBN: 9780671787554
Publisher: Star Trek
Published: 1973-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

Only Data had somehow managed to remain in his seat--thougb now that Geordi looked more closely, he could see that it had been at the expense of his control board. The thing was flipped up and mangled at one end-no doubt, where the android had gripped it to anchor himself.

This kind of stuff wasn't supposed to happen on a ship 257

like the Enterprise, Geordi noted. Not with all the damping and stabilizing features built into her.

But then, no spacegoing vessel was designed to do what they had done.

"Is everyone all right?" Picard asked.

There were some groans, but no seriously negative replies. The captain nodded. "Good. Now let's see where we stand."

By then La Forge was already making his way back to the aft stations. He was pleasantly surprised to see that his monitor had fared better than the viewscreen: it still showed the blue-lined diagram that he'd been using to set up each maneuver.

Unfortunately, most of the blue lines were gone.

"Damage?" Picard demanded, having resumed his place in the command center.

By then Worf too had returned to his original position. "Reports corning in from all decks, sir. Damage to ship and systems is considerable."

He looked up. "Nothing, however, that cannot be corrected by repair teams."

"Warp drive is disabled again," Geordi chimed in. "But we pretty much expected that. What shields we've got left are running on

impulse power."

"Injuries?" the captain asked.

The Klingon consulted his board again.

"Widespread. But so far, none appears to be life-threatening." Picard's forehead wrinkled. "I would say we were lucky, under the circumstances." He turned to Wesley. "The question is how lucky.

Mister Crusher?" The ensign hunched over his monitor and frowned. He shook his head. "I wish I could tell you, sir. But astrogation is down."

He swiveled in his chair to face the captain. "I don't know if the maneuver worked or not."

Picard grunted, unable to quite conceal his disap-pointment. "I see."

"There's a way to find out, though," Geordi reminded them. "All we have to do is find an observation port." "Good idea," Simenon said.

And without waiting for anyone else to agree, he headed for the observation lounge.

A half-dozen others moved to follow him--

Morgen, Picard, Riker and Troi. And finally, Geordi himself. The lounge doors parted, revealing the cabin and its conference table. And beyond it, a generous helping of starlit space.

La Forge smiled. Past those who had entered before him, he could see that the stars were standing still-no longer streaks of light, but mere points.

They were out of the slipstream, back in normal space. And though it wasn't clear yet exactly where in normal space, it felt pretty good to be there.

Simenon was standing in the front of the group. As Geordi watched, he turned his serpentine head and looked back at him. And winked. As if to say we did it!

Though nobody saw it--not even Simenon-La Forge winked back. When Asmund regained her senses there was a nause-ating, dull ache in the vicinity of one of her temples. She touched the area gingerly, winced at the pain even that light contact provoked, and inspected her fingertips.

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