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Blind Chess	By : madradena Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Picard's small team walked out of the Western village and then by the wall of blue sky. It took them another few minutes to decide which way to turn at the water tower: the lot seemed to have a maze of streets and avenues. They finally decided to walk by the water tower too and continue in the direction they were heading so far. The next set they arrived at resembled a city with old, tall blocks, most of them built of brick. Decay was not as visible on these buildings as on the neighbouring ones, they were magnificent in their own nature.
"And these are all façades too?" Juliana asked on a hushed voice.
"It seems so, Doctor." Picard answered "Look at that window for example." They stopped, and he pointed up to one of the buildings upper windows. "You see? The double-moons shine through it. From the inside out."
"Oh, indeed!" she nodded amazed. She looked around and saw the double-moons behind most of the upper windows as they moved about.
It was Data who stopped short again as he noticed something, gluing his gaze on a building at the far end of the set. The others stopped too and looked at him questioningly.
"What is it Data?" Picard asked for the second time that evening, knowing from experience that he DID notice something important.
"That structure, Captain over there. It's not the same as the others." he answered on a silent voice.
"What's different about it, Data? I see nothing out of the ordinary - well, compared to the other façades." Picard answered squinting, tilting his head, trying to see what Data saw.
"This is exactly it, Captain. It is NOT a façade."
Picard frowned almost a little irritated "What do you mean it's not a façade? I can see the double-moons shining through the windows, the same as they do..."
"Those are not the moons, Sir. It's the holographic image of the double-moons." he pointed to the building "That structure, Captain, is a real building disguised as a façade."
They stood there gaping for a few moments, and then walked up to the building.
"Holographic imaging." Picard grumbled "Not the technology I'd name as one coming authentically from the 21st century." he told them sarcastically. Something was way off here, he could feel it in his bones as they stopped at the gate of the holo-structure.
Beverly stood next to the men looking at Data with an amazed smile "This is why she didn't leave more than the coordinates for you to find, Data. She knew you'd find her even where no human ever could." she told him moved by the unique gesture of confidence Emma showed to him.
Data finally let a small smile on his features. She was here! She was inside! Only a few steps away! And she did trust him still! She knew he'd find her!
But just as they were about to try to enter, they heard strange clicking sounds coming from all around them. Looking around a little puzzled, to their dismay, they saw several people with guns in their hands stepping out of the surrounding façades or leaning out of one window or the other. Data was about to reach for his phaser, but Picard's low voice stopped him:
"Easy, Mr. Data." he grumbled silently, and Data let his hands drop to his side. The two ladies stood half a step behind them, and Beverly glanced over to Juliana worriedly. The elderly lady stood there with dread in her eyes, and Beverly felt her heart sink: she must have been terrified. She gazed around: none of the gunman's faces were visible, they wore masks or the shadow of their hats hid their features. The moonlight ran down on one gun barrel or the other as they moved closer and closer to where they were standing and Beverly tried hard to swallow her fear.
The last man to appear came out of the holo-building with a buzz and distortion in the reflected image of the gate. Unlike the others, his face was visible, and he seemed awfully young, especially taking the enormous gun in his hand into consideration.
"Who are you?" he asked pointing the gun at Data "Which one's your boss?"
Picard tried to catch the young man's gaze "I'm Jean-Luc Picard, and we mean no harm. We're looking for a friend." He didn't want to be too direct about the fact that they were Starfleet officer as long as he had no idea whom they were facing.
The kid shook his head "We know all our friends, here. But I don't know YOU. Now what do you make of that?"
"We're looking for Emma Jones." Picard went on, but before, he could say anything more the kid took a step toward him, pointing the gun straight ahead at him.
"No one calls her 'Jones' here! All her friends know how she feels about THAT name! You were sent by that son-of-a-bitch husband of hers, right? Admit it?!" he shouted.
"No! We..."
"Shut up! I'm fed up with your lies!" the kid shouted suddenly out of control "You're lying in the news, you're lying on the billboards, you're lying to the kids in school, you're lying to everyone!" he yelled at them pointing the gun at Picard, and holding it in a visibly shaky hand! The Captain's eyes widened understanding that they were in real trouble now!
Another young man stepped up to them "Stop the tantrum, Gary, and ask the important questions, already!" he scolded the other kid then looked at Picard "How the hell did you figure out where we are?" he asked squinting his eyes suspiciously.
Before the Captain had a chance to answer, the floor began to shake under their feet, and as the gun almost fell out of Gary's hand, he grabbed hold of it so as not to drop it - and the weapon accidentally fired! The awful sharp sound cut through the silence of the night.
The tremor stopped in a second, and the other kid gaped at Gary in panic "Man, you shot him, you shot him!" he shouted and ran inside the building - without having the courage to look over to the trespassers to see who was hit by the bullet.
Gary stood there frozen to the spot, his eyes were glued to a tightly closed fist just in front of a wide-eyed Picard.
Data slowly pulled his fist away from in front of the Captain's chest, just where his artificial-heart was, then opened his palm and simply let the deformed bullet fall to the ground with a metallic click. He then dropped his hand to his side and looked into Gary's eyes with a deadpan expression. The kid grew white as a wall and panted through his open mouth, his eyes wide as a saucer.
Data took a step toward him and held out his hand "I believe that weapon might be more secure in the hands of an adult." the bright moonlight ran over sparkling in the gash the bullet had cut in the bioplast on his palm, making now the underlying metal visible.
Seeing it, Gary was too frightened to think clearly, and with a helpless moan, he pointed the gun at him. But Data was again faster than they could have followed with their eyes. Before Gary could realize what had occurred, Data was already bending the barrel of the weapon he'd held in his shaking hands a nano-second before. "It is even more secure this way." Data added, and Gary watched the inhuman stunt petrified. The other armed guards didn't dare to move or even to breathe either!
"What are you..." the kid breathed shaking like a leaf as Data dropped the gun.
"Gary!!!" they heard a female voice coming from the building - and Data recognized it immediately. His lips curled upward almost invisibly as he watched Emma rushing through the holographic image of the façade door, with the other young kid in her toes. She grabbed Gary by the arm and gave him a hard shake "What have you done?!" she then looked at her friends "Are you alright? Who did he shoot?!" she asked agitated looking from one of them to the next and the next expecting the worse.
Picard let out a long breath he never noticed he held in for what seemed to be at least an hour "Me, Lieutenant. But thanks to Mr. Data, I'll make it. Thank you, Mr. Data." he told the android.
Data nodded with a small smile "You're welcome, Captain." he replied on a silent voice.
Emma looked back at the kid "You stupid little idiot!" she hit him on the arm "These are my friends! If you can't tell a Starfleet officer apart from one of Ed's thugs just because they don't wear their uniforms, then don't play the big boy with a gun!" she shouted.
"You didn't see what he just did!" Gary pointed to Data, but he couldn't finish, because Earl stepped out of the building, finally, catching up with them a little late. The old, frail man had such a commanding presence that in a moment, all eyes were on him.
He looked at Gary with a strict expression, his mouth was a thin line "You go to your room now!" he told the kid on a low voice.
He didn't have to repeat it, Gary bolted inside without a word. Earl stepped next to Emma and looked over at the small team as the guards behind them dispersed back to their posts.
"I'm terribly sorry for this cold welcome. I'm Earl Mils. The leader of the Resistance."
The Captain stepped up to him and held out his hand "Captain Jean-Luc Picard, from the Federation starship Enterprise. On a mission not at all approved by the Federation." he added with a wry smile.
They shook hands, and Earl nodded "Desperate times call for desperate measures. I appreciate your endeavours, Captain."
He then stepped over to Data and shook hands with him wordlessly, holding the younger man's hand in his for a moment longer than expected - he did look a little like his younger self! God, when was the time, when I was THIS young? he thought a bit nostalgically.
He then greeted Beverly warmly too, knowing that she was Emma's closest friend.
The last one was Juliana. She stood there timidly wrapping her arms around herself, feeling cold and frightened. She regretted coming with them an hour ago already. She was a civilian, not an officer. Facing the Admiral would be horrible, but something she could deal with as a civilian - standing at gunpoint was not!
As the tall figure of Earl stepped to her, she raised her gaze to meet his and time stopped for an instant for both of them. Juliana didn't even know how her hand ended up in his in a long, gentle handshake. She just knew she stared into his eyes and couldn't turn her gaze away. Did this strange double-moonlight and the events of the night take her wits?! He looked so much like Noonian! Even more so than Data! All the more so, because the Noonian she had known had been almost as old as this man seemed.
Earl stood there spellbound too, holding on to Juliana's hand, and Emma watched the small scene with a serene smile. She never realized, introducing the two of them to each other would be so intriguing, but now that it happened, she was more than a little excited about it! It gave her some inexplicable hope to see that you might get old, you might get sick, but love and romance might still find you. Even at the strangest of places and times!
She gazed over at Data. He had eyes only for her, he didn't notice the small heart-warming scene. Perhaps instead, he was looking for a heart-warming scene of their own. She looked into his eyes deeply with a gentle smile - well, we'll see what we can do about it, my sweet, sweet Deadpan!
"Let's go inside! It's too cold out here to just stand around." Earl motioned them inside and led the way. Juliana and Picard followed him, while Emma stopped Data by putting a hand on his arm, when he wanted to walk through the threshold after them, but she looked only at Beverly who was stepping up to them.
Bev gave her a broad smile and a tight hug "God, dear, you're crazy!" she told her shaking her head.
Em pulled away to look into her eyes "But this is how you love me, don't ya, sweetie?" she asked, and they chuckled. Bev let her go, and with a final squeeze of her friend's hands in hers, went inside. She smiled knowingly as she heard Emma's voice from outside just before the gate closed behind her.
"What took you so long?!" she asked Data, and the next moment, she threw her arms around his neck claiming his mouth hungrily with hers.
Despite the fact, that this was the one thing his emotion-chip AND his sexuality programming were both screaming for, from the moment he'd seen her again, he was so shocked, that it took him a full second to finally shut his eyes and all his rational cognitive processes and just give himself over to Emma's passionate kiss. His arms finally came up around her tiny waist, and he held her as close as he possibly could without hurting her.
He couldn't believe this was true. That she was really there! In his arms! Her lips on his, her soft body against his! Oh, he wanted to tell her so many things! To let her know, to reassure her! But his mouth was otherwise occupied, and after a few moments, he lost thread of that thought as well as most others as his emotions required almost all of his resources.
When she finally, had enough, she reluctantly broke away from his lips gasping breathlessly and looked up at him through her long lashes. The cold night air almost hurt, where it touched her mouth still wet from their kiss, and their hot breaths were visible against the chilly darkness.
"Welcome to the Resistance!" she breathed on a shaky voice, and an involuntary smile curled her lips upward as she saw his spellbound gaze locked on hers.
He crushed her into a tight embrace and buried his face into her long hair "You have no idea..." he started on a muffled voice, but she stopped him by tightening her embrace around him for a second "Shhh!"
She reluctantly pulled away a little and put a gentle finger on his still moist lips "Hush, baby... Later..." she whispered then smiling lovingly, she stroked his cheek and gave him a short close-mouthed kiss. When she broke away, she brushed the tip of her nose to his, smiling mischievously at him "Come now!" she whispered, and taking his hand tightly into hers, drew him inside the building after her. He followed her, knowing he'd follow her anywhere!
A/N: Welcome to the Resistance! :)))
Okay, so I really feel I need to give you some explanation about the last few chapters you've just read :)
First of all, who is Earl Mils? The name does ring a bell to you, Brent fans out there, doesn't it? ;) Well, originally, Earl Mills (with a double L) was the manager of Dorothy Dandridge - now, if you still have no clue about what connection that all has to Brent, then watch the film Introducing Dorothy Dandridge. You'll cry your eyes out, but watch it! I loved Earl's character in the film and also his loving, caring relationship with Dorothy. I needed to have something similar here, however I didn't want to write the real person, hence the change in his name. My Earl is pretty much an original character, and not the real or filmed Earl (he's e.g. much older than the man in the film). I came to think of it, Brent has played so many different roles on ST sometimes even simultaneously - why not give him another one here? :P
What about the studio lot? Now, that's an idea from Brent! In an interview, he was asked once whether there was anything he really wanted to do on ST but never could. He answered that he wanted to have an episode with the characters timetravelling back to our era and going around in the sets and having some adventure in the studio lot of Paramount (the last big lot located in Hollywood). I know he'd have wanted it to be funny, but well, this noirish theme is what I could give you. :)
What's depicted here is a mixture of what you can find in the Paramount lot now and before 1979, because the Western part was demolished in 1979! (A Fistful of Datas was shot at Universal, not at Paramount!) Though, I'm almost completely sure, I'll never have a chance to visit the lot personally, I did some research for the chapters here, and Brent's right, it IS amazing! Check it out yourself, you may begin by putting the given coordinates into google maps - now I revealed all my cards ;)
Tell me what you think about these ideas! Truth be told, I was a bit reluctant about them, but I thought, this whole is a big experiment for me, so why not try them out? :)
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