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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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Days went by, then week, months, and years. Data and Tala remained on Ahmria. Tala experienced her culture and she did go through with her ka’falla with two female and one intersex fallasha. She learned to fly and made many friends. She was well received by the people of Ahmria.
As Neara said, her family was very loving and supportive. They never pushed or prodded Data to move on. They simply showed him love and compassion.
His family, on the other hand, somehow felt the need to encourage him to get out and meet someone new. They waited for a year before they did this, but to Data, it was as if Neara had died yesterday.
“You’d said you were compatible with the Ahmriana species,” Riker commented. “I’m certain Neara wouldn’t want you to spend your life alone.”
Data would simply respond, “But I am not alone. I have Tala.”
Data spent his days scrolling through the perfectly clear memories of his life with Neara. When they first met, their first night together, their first week together, dancing, painting on her, moving in together, his first emotion and the many emotions that followed, her proposal, her strength, her glowing eyes, their bonding and wedding ceremonies, the ka’nashta, discovering she was a Weaver and all it meant, her incredible self-sacrifice, showing him he was a dimensional energy being, becoming pregnant, Tala’s birth, being a family, Neara rescuing him, all of the many times they made love, the way she would look at him as if the love of the universe flowed through her eyes. Everything except the end – he could not bear reliving that time.
Neara would come to him in his dreams and he would awaken, reaching across the bed to touch her, but she was not there. The dreams were so real. And then he felt the intense pain, the anguish.
When Riker had reminded him of what he had said all those years ago, he felt ashamed. What a fool he had been, how arrogant, to say he could be successful in a relationship with any Ahmriana. She was irreplaceable. She was so kind and loving, so gracious when he had said this. So gracious with his faults and shortcomings. He missed her with an ache that seemed to boil up from the very core of his being. Every particle in him yearned for her. She had worn a groove in him so deep it was a chasm – a gaping, yawning chasm of emptiness.
So he spent his days caring for Tala and doing what he could to help the universal vibration. Leyna and the others encouraged him to do this, saying it was what Neara would want – she would insist they all continue to be good and helpful, whatever the circumstance.

Three years had passed since Neara’s death, and Tala wanted to study archaeology. They moved to Earth and Tala began her studies at Cambridge where Data became a professor. They were able to regularly return to Ahmria for visits with family and friends owing to the portal Neara had created on her birthday.
Tala continued her studies and soon was a doctoral student. It seemed soon to Data, but everything seemed soon to him. Tala now looked like a young version of her mother. She had her own distinct personality and carried herself differently, but sometimes, if she was quietly looking at something or if he caught her at the right angle, it was as if he was seeing Neara. And his heart would break a little at the sight. He never told Tala this, of course. It was probably difficult enough for Tala seeing her mother’s face in her own any time she looked in the mirror.
As per Neara’s request, Data would accompany his daughter if she was going on a dig anywhere potentially dangerous. At first this annoyed Tala, but then she felt compassion for him. She figured her father was being overly protective, because he didn’t want to lose another person he loved.
As time went by, Tala felt a burning desire to have a child. She didn’t understand where it sprang from, but she assumed it must have come from her father’s neural net implant. He had always wanted to have a child, and now she was feeling that same need.
At the end of her final doctoral year, Tala had the Prime Healer implant her with a cloned embryo. Tala’s clone duplicated perfectly with no errors. Even the neural net duplicated, although a much less complex version. It was miraculous. Tala was in awe of her mother – her ability had been truly astounding.
She named the child Soola, and Data helped take care of her. He would stay up all night with his granddaughter, just as he had done with Tala. He would feed and change her and sing her “Soo Nah See” and watch her sleep in his arms. He only wished Neara could have been there – she would have loved being a grandmother.

Three more years had passed, during which Tala had become an archaeology professor, taking her students on digs around the universe. Tala had an interest in Earth’s history – the history the Ahmriana knew. She wanted to discover what happened to the feudal race who created humans. The race the Ahmriana called the Duwaln.
Through her research, she found a planet where there had been a great war between two species who ended up killing each other off. At least, that is what was thought to have happened. The location and the description fit the Ahmriana version of events for the Duwaln.
She spoke with her uncle Jean and asked if he wanted to join her on the adventure. Tala noticed he’d been in a funk since the Mars incident and thought he could use the diversion. He accepted, and Tala waited to go until Uncle Will brought the Enterprise to Earth for its regular maintenance. He had agreed to take them to the planet, and she thought it would be a nice surprise for her dad. There was a reunion with Picard, Riker, Troi, Crusher, Geordi, Worf, Tala, and Data. Thad, unfortunately, couldn’t make it, having just started a new job with a specialist search and rescue team. The gathered group had gone on to follow various career paths, but they all came together for this trip to the planet Trarous as an excuse to reconnect with their old friends.
Some of them had not yet met Soola in person. When they originally met Tala’s daughter over video and learned the neural net had cloned along with the embryo, they were equally in awe of Neara’s abilities. They only wished she had been around to see her handiwork.
After a week, they reached Trarous. The planet was left unexplored because of the sheer number of explosives covering it. Riker had his crew thoroughly scan the surface and detonate every one they could find. He waited a day for the dust to settle, then gave Tala, Data, and Picard the all clear. Riker warned them certain rock compositions easily hid the explosives from their instruments, so more than likely there were active ones still around. They needed to use extreme precaution.
This did not deter Tala. She was excited to explore the settlement ruins and make discoveries about the Duwaln culture. Picard was equally as excited. Data was not. He was concerned about the level of danger, but Tala was determined to go, so Data would make certain she remained safe.
They beamed to the surface and Picard split from them, choosing to search an area of interest on the other side of the settlement. Tala went in the opposite direction and Data went with her. On the scans of the surface, Tala noticed an area that looked like a temple of sorts. She took them to explore that section.
They came to a circular outcropping of stones, similar to Stonehenge. It was surrounded by, what appeared to be, a natural semi-circular formation of boulders.
Tala stopped at the first stone to examine it. There was carving on it – a form of writing – and she took photographs. She went to the next stone and took more pictures. It looked as if the stones were telling a story – relating an epoch.
“Look at this Dad,” Tala said, and stooped to pick up a small figurine placed at the base of the next stone. It depicted a woman holding her swollen, pregnant belly. She replaced it and stood up.
“I’m searching through the languages I know, but I can’t find one that’s similar enough to make out these markings,” Tala said, touching the stone. “Are you having any luck?”
“No,” Data informed, “I am unable to find anything etymologically analogous.”
“I guess we’ll have to piece it together once we’re back on board. Exciting stuff, eh?” and she smiled broadly at her father.
She walked to the next stone and they suddenly heard a click and a whir… In an instant, Tala’s protective sphere activated and she curled into a fetal position. Data jumped and clung onto her ball, just as the explosion flung them into the boulders. They went ricocheting around with the tremendous force of the explosion, shrapnel flying everywhere, a corrosive, flaming chemical belching forth engulfing its surroundings.
They were spinning and hitting surfaces, shrapnel piercing Data, the chemicals searing his back, but Tala’s sphere held – the sphere deflecting the chemicals, absorbing the debris’ momentum, slowing then stopping the pieces. They remained embedded in the sphere, hovering in a circle around her, but still more came.
Data knew now why Neara had taken all those years to make such a strong protection. He had questioned the need for it, but she must have known it would be necessary – just as she had known he would need to protect their daughter.
He held on tightly, the force of the impacts attempting to jar him off her sphere. Hold on…
Shrapnel was lacerating him, puncturing vital processes, creating openings for the chemicals to leech in, he was quickly rerouting commands to maintain his grip. Hold on…
He saw a large, jagged piece of metal penetrate Tala’s sphere. It was too large and fast to stop, and although its speed slowed, it managed to impale her side. She cried out in pain and her sphere flickered.
Their spin quickened as the explosion reached its apogee. More pieces lanced him, more chemicals burned him, and he could feel his body begin to shut down. He could not let that happen, not yet. Hold on…
The explosion ended, their momentum slowed, and they went rolling across the ground. They finally came to a stop and Tala’s sphere flickered then dissipated, leaving her sprawled out and unconscious.
Data came to rest on his side. His hands fell in to hold Tala once the sphere was gone. He saw that her injury was non-fatal – his body had miraculously blocked the worst of the shrapnel. With grateful relief, he knew he had saved his daughter.
As he held her and felt her steady breathing, his processes began to shut down one by one, his energy slowly drained, he could no longer feel his body, the vision left his eyes. Then he felt Neara there, the warmth and joy of her loving presence welcoming him to the After.

Tala awoke, disoriented, to see Crusher standing over her. Crusher was no longer the doctor on the Enterprise, but she had asked if she could care for Tala. Crusher had removed the metal piece and mended the wound and had been waiting for Tala to regain consciousness. When she saw she was awake, she tapped her badge to hail the others and let them know. She gave Tala a kind smile.
“Wha..?” Tala started and Crusher answered her unspoken question.
“You’re on the Enterprise in Sick Bay. You were caught in an explosion on Trarous, but you’re going to be fine,” Crusher assured.
Tala was becoming more alert by the second. Her head wobbled a bit as she looked around the room and saw her father on the bed next to hers.
“Is Dad OK?” she asked.
Crusher took her hand, “Tala, I’m afraid your father didn’t make it.”
“No… oh Dad!” and she started crying. Crusher leaned down and held her. Tala wrapped her arms around her, sobbing.
She finally let go and said, “I want to see him.” Crusher helped her up and walked with her over to Data’s bed. He was covered in a blanket with his head exposed. She hadn’t noticed it from her bed since his head was resting on a pillow, but up close, she could see the back of his head was practically blown away.
She held his hand and touched his face and said, “Oh Dad…,” and cried.
Picard and the rest filed in, grave looks on their faces. Deanna was holding Soola, and she cried out, “Mommy!” and held her arms out to her when she saw Tala. Deanna brought her over. Tala took her, using her abilities to float Soola so as she held her, she wouldn’t have to bear her weight.
Soola looked down at her grandfather and back up at her mother, “Can we wake Granddaddy so we can go have dinner?”
“I’m afraid Soola your Granddaddy won’t wake up anymore. His light being is on its way to the After to be with your Grandmother,” Tala informed her child. “As Ahmriana, we have something important we need to do. We need to say the words and intone to help move your Granddaddy’s light being to the After. Will you help me with this please?”
“Yes Mommy,” Soola agreed. Tala put her down to use her hands. She gave her father’s face a tender stroke and tears welled in her eyes. Between choking sobs, she began.
“Data Na Soonga, of the family Na Soonga, android in nature, being of light. You have brought much joy and love. Your existence in the Now changed the vibration of the universe. You have made it better by your presence. We thank you. We are grateful to you. You are beloved to us, and we send you on your way with this love. As you came from the Before, we release you to the After. We release you… we release you… we release you.” With each release, Tala brought her arms up and threw them into the air and Soola followed her lead. Then she put her arms up and held them there, singing the universal sound ahm in a many-layered harmonic. Soola and the others joined in. The non-Ahmriana each sang a note, thinking of their love for their friend. The room started vibrating.
After a couple minutes, Tala stopped and put her arms down. The others followed suit. The light being of her lovely and unique father, their kind and special friend, had been released.
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Data's Journey