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Deanna woke slowly. The room was dark and she was cold. With her upbringing on Beta, the fact that she was nude didn't surprise or bother her. The collar locked around her throat did. She carefully felt the metal, searching for a catch.
The lights came on about the same time she felt a presence. A little shadow came into the room and stood. She blinked at the suddenly light for a moment. He seemed to be in no hurry.
When she could see, she could identify the alien as a Ferengi. That explained why she couldn't judge his mood. Of course, she saw that she was in a cage inside what looked like a cargo bay, naked and collared. Even Wesley would have enough clues to understand that the alien wasn't a fan.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Doesn't matter," he said. "It's not like you're going to be putting my name on a Transfer of Funds." He stepped a bit closer. "Now Picard? He's going to want to know my name. I imagine he'll give quite a bit to know what slave trader bought his precious Counselor. If I decide to tell him."
"More Ferengi revenge?" she muttered. "I thought there was no profit in it?"
He shrugged. "The Federation non-physical benefits infomercials are making an impact all through the Alliance. I look forward to feeling very happy when all is said and done." He turned and left. The lights went out as he did.
Deanna hugged herself, trying to keep warm.
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"Captain Picard?"
"Yes, Data."
"Sir, there's an incoming message from Captain Sisko of Deep Space Nine."
"Put him on screen." Picard stepped up between his helming stations and faced the screen. The familiar face of the other CO appeared. "Captain Sisko. What can I do for you?"
"Actually, Captain Picard, it's what I can do for you. One of the merchants on the station has picked up some gossip you might be interested in." The view expanded to show more of Sisko's office. Standing by the desk was a Ferengi male. "Go ahead, Quark."
"Yes. Uh, well, you may be aware, Captain, that the Ferengi Alliance doesn't actively support practice in slave trade."
"So I've heard," Picard said. His tone made it clear that he was leery about the claim.
"Yeah. Anyway, There are markets. If you know where to look. And there are a number of individuals who do… know people."
"Who knows someone," Riker said from behind Picard. "Who knows someone, who knows a slaver. Is there a point here?"
"No, no point, Commander," Quark said. He seemed altogether too smug in Picard's view. "I just have a few friends who know someone. And they know I do business with people in the Federation. So if they see a transaction where a Federation member is on the block-"
"Who?" Picard demanded. "And where?"
"The who is difficult," he replied. "Slaves aren't usually in a position to give their vital statistics and-"
"How much is the information going to cost us, Quark?" Riker asked.
"You misunderstand, Commander. I don't want any money. Captain Sisko has taught me about favors and other ephemeral ways to gain profit. I just want you to understand that I can't give you hard data in this."
"Give us what you can, Quark," Picard said.
"Well, a Betazed female was sold," he said. Riker spun around and moved to a communications console. "The planet was Chaffa Tela Four."
Picard looked at Data. "That is a proscribed planet, sir. Starfleet personnel are not allowed to land there."
"So, she's in trouble with the law, as well as being a slave?" Quark asked. He shook his head sadly. "Too bad for her."
"Is there anything else you can tell us?" Picard asked.
"Just that the dealer is named Birrt. He was a cousin of Daimon Bok. He's a real class act, sir. Sells slaves in markets all across the quadrant. He likes to inject his slaves with Liscocine. Makes it hard to get a sensor lock on them during a security sweep. And if they're in a large population, you'll never find her."
"Wonderful," Picard said. "Do you know where we can find Birrt?"
"I'm afraid not, sir. He's vanished. None of my people can even find his agent." There was no more information forthcoming. Picard thanked Sisko and broke the connection
"Riker?"
"Deanna never arrived at Beta, sir. Her mother is worried."
"She's worried?" Picard said. "I'm terrified. Alright, let's find out everything we can about Chaffa Tela Four. Department heads in the conference room in half an hour."
"Sir?" Worf asked. "What about Birrt?"
"If I'm not very much mistaken, Mr. Worf, he'll be contacting us soon enough."
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"Captain Rachel Garrett, commanding the Enterprise C, established a treaty with the Orion Syndicate after the battle of Chaffa Tela." Data called up a picture of the planet on the conference room display.
"The details of the treaty were ratified by the Federation. They allow the Orions to sell slaves on Chaffa Tela Four, but not to purchase or kidnap them there. Federation and Starfleet personnel cannot land on the planet, nor contact the natives in any way. Both organizations have inspection teams in orbit around the solar system to uphold the agreement.
"The situation that led to these specific details is a fascinating example of mutual-"
"Data!" Riker barked. Everyone turned to stare at him for the outburst. He ducked his head. "Sorry, Captain."
"We're all worried about her, Number One," Picard replied. "But a little more information, Data, less history."
"Yes, sir." He advanced to his next presentation. Figures appeared on the display. "There is an unusual degree of sexual dimorphism on the planet. Chaffans are humanoids, similar to Betazeds in many respects. At maturity, the females have average heights that match the averages of the more common species in the quadrant.
"A mature male, however, stands about three meters tall, twice the height of the females."
"Twice the height of any of us," Crusher noted. Data nodded.
"Data," Picard asked, "if any of us were to move among the Chaffan natives, how old would we appear to be?"
"Pre-teens, sir. Chaffan males are approximately 2.5 meters tall when they enter puberty."
"So," Picard said. "We need someone ten feet tall, who isn't in the Federation, and is agreeable to the Orions, who would be willing to search a planet for one of our people. Any suggestions."
"No, sir," Worf said. "But I can think of a person who is twelve foot tall."
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The collar popped a short bust of electricity. Deanna cringed and stood up straight. The slaver reached down and squeezed her breast. "That's better little girl. Got to let the customer see what he's getting."
She looked around the arena. There were a few off-worlders in sight, all of them wearing slave collars, the rest were natives. The Chaffans were mainly humanoid, but with a wide range of bodies. Women and aliens and children formed a general mob. The men rose above the rabble like icebergs floating through a roiling sea.
The slaver walking around on the platform towered over her. The males looking her over stood on the ground but looked her right in the eye. Or they would, if they weren't watching her curves.
A particularly large male kneed his way through the horde, coming directly at her position. The Chaffans were hard for her to read. Their minds and emotions were largely muffled to her empathic senses, much like the Ferengi.
But like Birrt, the leer on the approaching giant's face told her all she needed to know. She started to cover herself with her hands. 'Eh, eh, eh," the slaver said.
Her hands flinched back to her sides.
"Detts!" the shopper shouted. A smaller male appeared from behind the monster. Smaller being relative, he was shoulder-high to the older male.
"Yes, Dad?"
"Detts," Dad said, pointing at Troi, "what do you think of her as a Coming Of Age gift?" Detts smiled.
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