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Nice Guy giant was the last one to leave the room. He made a point of leaving his model of the Seeker at his place on the table. Then waved at Seeker and backed out.
"Prize crew," Theex said when they were sure they were alone.
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"I wonder what they're going to do," Paris wondered as they stood in the passage.
"And how we'll know when they're done," Riker added.
"Men," Troi said. She turned and walked away from the group. "Always looking for bigger and better scan settings."
One then two then all of the gathered officers turned to follow her down through the ship, shooting curious glances at each other.
She turned and entered a conference room, walking to the control panel and calling up a rarely used menu.
"Counselor," LaForge protested, "you complain about men and their scanner settings, now you're accessing a scanner?"
"Before we left the Visitors, I had Beverly place her medical scanner on the table." She selected the deck and room number. "It's set as a simple optical input device."
"A camera," Crusher supplied.
"Ingenious," LaForge said.
"Sneaky," Riker said with a smile.
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Heest took the Seeker down near the wreckage. She rolled the ship until the Excursion facet was parallel with the table top that the shard wreckage rested on.
Theex and her party collected equipment and helmets, then gathered in the center of the facet. They looked up and over to the Control facet. Heest nodded when all was ready.
"Okay," Theex said. "We don't really know what's out there. Be prepared for anything. If anyone's containment starts to fail, she runs back to the ship. I don't care what she's doing, okay?"
Crew nodded. Cleur was concentrating on her helmet scanner. Theex cleared her throat. "Yes, Captain. Maintain continuous comms. Got it."
"I'll watch her," the First Lieutenant said from Theex's elbow. Colox was used to holding officer's hands on excursions.
Theex nodded, then gestured to Heest. The floor softened then they dropped through.
"Spread out," she ordered. "Let's figure out what we have here."
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"Magnify!" Picard barked when something moved at the bottom of the Visitor. Data was too professional to talk back to his captain, but he was already enhancing the view.
"Humanoids," Paris said softly. The figures stepping out looked like colonists leaving a prefab warehouse.
"Are they...?" Riker started to ask.
"Women," Troi said with a humorous tone. "They're all women. That explains their fascination with you, Will."
"Another dozen conquests," Crusher said teasingly.
"More," Picard said. "There's certainly a few watchstanders on board." Will pretended not to hear.
They filtered across the cloth, clambering over the weave in pairs, helping each other over the uneven surface.
"How big are they, Data?" Crusher asked.
"Approximately one millimeter in height," he replied instantly.
"Is that possible?" Crusher asked.
"They're right there, Beverly," Troi pointed out.
"As stated many times," Data added, "the possibilities in deranged matter are almost completely enigmatic."
"What are they doing?" Paris asked.
"That looks like a search pattern to me," Worf replied.
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"This stuff is weird," Dace said.
"The shard stuff or the giant stuff?" Theex asked. She hooked a thumb over to the side. "Or the big impolite hole we drilled into their table?"
"Uh...the shards. I mean, we're right on top of it and I still have a hard time seeing it."
"Captain!" The pair turned to see Cleur waving them over. They carefully worked their way through wreckage and over fabric.
They found a body. A dark robed figure was sprawled half on and half off shard ship debris. The four women dragged it clear of the rubble and looked it over.
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"THEM!" Worf snarled.
"Them?" Paris asked, politely ignoring the Klingon's unprofessional outburst.
Riker wiped spittle off his hand and glared at the officer beside him. Worf was staring at the screen. The Visitors had dragged at something unseen that resolved into a limp body in a hooded robe.
"It's a solanogen-based life form, sir. The subspace aliens that abducted a number of crewmen, including Lieutenant Worf and myself."
"Those abducted a Klingon?" Paris asked.
"They stood a bit taller at the time," Worf growled.
"But that does confirm that we're dealing with the same or similar aliens," Data said. "Though this specimen stood about two and a half millimeters tall."
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"It's a monster!" Dace said breathily.
"It's melting!" Colox shouted. They dropped the body just short of the Seeker's hull.
It was falling apart. Theex thought of a body of water morphing into a body of gas. "Where are the parts going?"
"They're unfit for this universe, so they're breaking down under the influence of this universe's laws," Cleur said. Instantly the Scellarans checked their extremities, tools and suits.
"Are we in the same danger?" Theex asked.
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"Will it happen to the Visitors?" Riker asked.
"No, sir," Data assured him. "They are made of matter, even if it is not something we can reproduce in this universe. Yet. The solanogen aliens evolved in subspace. We believe they created a pocket in their subspace domain that supported our form of matter.
"They would have had to use a similar mechanism to support their energy, in some form of false matter, when they entered our universe.
"After the Visitors destroyed their ship, their matter support mechanism must have been damaged or destroyed. Leaving the wreckage that the other crew is searching."
"Why are they so small, Data?" Troi asked.
"There is no objective standard by which to estimate size between such disparate realities, Counselor. In translating between the locations, they may have chosen to be approximately human sized for the convenience in their experiments.
"In translating to our universe, they may have chosen this size in order to escape observation." He turned back to the screen.
"Issue fly swatters to the crew," Picard said.
"At once, sir," Worf replied. He slapped at his chest. "Worf to Security personnel..."
"Worf! He was joking!" Riker hissed.
Troi giggled. "Will, there was no chime. Worf didn't activate his communicator."
Riker turned to see a small grin on the Klingon's face.
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Nothing useful was found in the wreckage. Undertechnician Flesha fell through some of the debris as it melted away. She was unharmed but a bit shaken.
"Alright," Theex said, "everyone back to the Seeker."
Cleur was distracted as they moved over the bumps and ridges of the fabric. "Captain? I think I understand where these people came from."
"Subspace?" Theex suggested.
"Yes," Cleur said with a dismissive gesture. "But I think I remember some experiments to access subspace from Scellar."
"Meaning?" Colox asked as she lifted Cleur over a gaping hole where three of the threads had split.
"Well, subspace connects all our realities...hypothetically. If we can replicate the method they used to get here, we can go there. And from there, we can contact Scellar. And THEY can open access to bring us home!"
Theex stumbled over the surface as she walked under the ship. Could it work? "Too bad we shot up their ship," she said.
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Riker was intrigued by the Visitors when they started flying around him again. But he was also a little uncomfortable.
"Will? What's wrong?" Troi asked.
"The women...they've been watching me sleep!"
"But you sleep in pajamas, don't you?"
"Yes, but..." His hands waved vaguely. "If I..said or...did..anything. In my sleep... They..."
Deanna took his arm. "I'm sure they're professional explorers, Will. They might have noticed changes in your heart rate or your eyes moving and wondered what it all meant.
"You're probably a very detailed mission report they're compiling until they can return home. That's all."
She felt him relax at the same time she felt a bit of jealousy coming from the Visitor floating near their heads. She let go and started walking towards her quarters. "Plus, you're asleep. You'd never hear a dozen tiny voices shouting 'thar he blows!' during your...better dreams."
His discomfort spiked as she rounded the curve of the passageway. She tried not to smile.
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"Somehow," Kief said, "I don't think they're going to just hand us the secret to subspace travel."
They were in a conference circle on the edge of the Navigation facet. The equipment had been rebuilt but there was no way to align the references.
All they knew was distance from Riker's living quarters, and a rough guess of direction. They'd even figured out the rooms that moved. Rather than a sane arrangement of spaces that let an individual see the whole ship at once, they piled slices of ship up on top of one another.
Sa'ala considered it a wonderful approach to limiting wasted space. Everyone else thought the giants were agoraphobes. But it may have been based on their outrageous size.
Right now Riker was in the small room off of his sleeping room. He defended the space with the energy of a religious fanatic so they referred to it as a temple.
While they waited they discussed their options if they found another of the subspace alien ships.
"I don't need their help," Cleur said. "I just need some close scans while they're... Well, while their ship is in working order. I think they have something that keeps the physical laws of this universe at bay."
"You want a look at that?" Theex asked.
"No, I'd never even be able to identify the technology they use. I just need to find the transmission that holds everything together. Whatever held their torpedoes together in flight. If I can figure that, Dace and I can figure out how to replicate that."
She stopped talking as if the conversation was over. Everyone else stared. She stared back. Finally she realized they needed more explanation.
"If we can figure out what subspace domain they came from, we can determine the mechanics we need to access it."
"And from there we can call home?" Heest asked.
"Oh, that won't be a problem. We'll be in subspace. It'll be like we became a living message. Our every transmission will light up the comms in any galaxy that connects. Home won't be able to miss us!"
Theex nodded. Before she could open her mouth to end the meeting, though, there was a resounding thump somewhere.
"Report?" she shouted.
"Captain!" The duty scanner tech was waving at her screen. "Something fell in the Temple! I think it might have been the Nice Guy!!"
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Riker stepped from his shower and reached for his sleeping clothes. He might never again change in front of Visitor.
He'd been with more than a few partners and even been among some nudists. For some reason, though, the image of twelve or twenty women scanning in him... He thought of some surveys of collapsing stars and gas clouds he'd been a part of.
The frank discussion of the characteristics or events... He shuddered.
"Of course, they mean well," he said softly. "And that one with the helmet was hot."
A light flashed in his vision. Then he realized it was only in one eye. Before he quite located the source he fell over backwards and crashed to the floor.
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"Commence Heresy!" Theex shouted. The curiosity over the Temple had occupied more than a few nights while the giant slept.
They respected his privacy during daily prayers, but they had mastered the door opening mechanism and spent more than a few nights exploring the space.
Her command was a code to take the steps necessary to interrupt worship.
Heest flew straight towards the sensors while Cleur used the beam weapon to heat up an envelope of giant gas.
The electronic eye winked at the change and the door slid open. Helm aimed for the gap.
The Nice One lay flat on his back on the floor. He was very still, even for the slow-moving giants, and he was naked.
"Is he alive?"
"Yes," Cleur said. "He's even awake. Brain patterns indicate something is suppressing his consciousness, though."
"We can try to help the space-station-sized living being," Heest said. "Or we can go try to entice one to come help him."
"We can't leave him," Theex said. "Bring us towards his face."
"What, you're going to give him the kiss of life?" Heest snorted. But she gave commands to the Helm.
After they were on the way, she drifted close enough to her captain to talk quietly. "Are you letting your infatuation guide you, here?"
"No. It would never work between us, I know that. He's all wrong for me."
Heest found herself beliving her CO and relaxed a bit. "If you found some way to gather his seed," she said, your child would be eighty thets tall."
"And he would love and protect his mommy, keeping her whole command safe in his pocket," Theex mused.
They swooped down towards the stricken alien's face. Low energy beams played along his eyes did not wake him.
Theex ordered a full body survey. For anomalies, she insisted. The crew tried to keep a straight face as they overflew the big naked hunk.
As they passed the belly button's crater, Cleur shouted an alarm. "There's another shard out there!"
"Battle ready!" Theex shouted.
The shard had landed on the Nice One. It was tucked into a crease between the giant's upper thigh and main torso. Kief aimed everything she had at it.
"Careful," Theex said. "We need them intact for a while. Cleur?"
"Looking," she said. "Oh, hey! They have a crew out!"
Theex had the ship landed on the other thigh. There was no sign that the shard had noticed their presence.
All but the minimum handling crew was mustered on the Excursion facet, armed to the teeth. Cleur would stay aboard in command, and running every scan she could think of, while the rest tried to engage the alien's excursion team.
And protect the Nice One from the bastards.
They landed and took off across the pitted, lumpy surface. Kief led one pincer arm to the left, Heest to the right. Theex charged up the middle with the main party.
She saw her first living alien somewhere in the forest of hairs. Her crew filtered through the tangled mass. Loops and curls climbed up and out of sight over their heads.
The knowledge of where they were was on everyone's mind. Theex hoped they weren't so distracted that they'd...
A giant figure loomed ahead in the patchy gloom. Well, she thought, giant by my old standards. Almost three times her size, the robed creature was attaching some sort of thing to the base of a hair.
She suspected it wouldn't be something the Nice One would enjoy. She slid close and rested her weapon on a convenient curl. It tapered a bit towards the end so she only had to stand on tip-toe.
The first shot missed but the alien's response was to leap up into the air. He (it?) actually jumped INTO her second shot. That cut it in half.
Theex yelled a wordless battle cry and charged. Shouts came to her from both sides.
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