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Data's Journey
By : K_nz
Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation
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Q suddenly appeared on the bridge. “Alright, where is she? I have to tell her I didn’t appreciate being wiped away, and I won’t appreciate being summoned by her people. It won’t change her outcome and it’s incredibly annoying. She’s the only one who can change this in her timeline, so I need to speak with her. And on top of that, it was very difficult finding you again,” he stated in a huff.
“Where is who, Q?” Picard asked in sudden annoyance.
“The Weaver,” he replied, and the crew looked at each other questioningly.
“The Ahmriana?” Q queried, and they still looked confused.
With a sweeping arm and slight bow of his body, he indicated Data. “Data’s wife?!” he sighed in exasperation.
Data turned around in his chair. “But I do not have a wife,” he said in earnest puzzlement.
“Oh, I must have gotten the wrong time continuum,” he muttered. “Should have realized that’s why I could see your ship.”
“I have a wife in another time?” Data asked, stupefied.
“Yes, she’s from Ahmria. Her name is Neara Na Ahta,” Q informed. He figured Data could go find her now. He was about to leave when Data spoke.
“I have not heard of Ahmria. Where is it?” Data questioned.
“Right, you haven’t found it yet. Let me give you a hand,” and Q snapped his fingers and the ship went spiraling across the universe and ended up orbiting a purple and blue planet with a silver haze surrounding it.
“This is Ahmria,” Q said, and everyone looked at the screen. He spoke to Data. “But just remember, do not take the Weaver with you on this ship if you want to live out her lifespan together. Just stay on the planet with her.” Data looked back at the planet in wonder. Q waited a couple beats, then rolled his eyes, “You’re welcome,” and disappeared.
The lights and instruments started flickering and the ship began to tremble. It stopped, and the ship’s computer spoke. The voice was distorted, speaking in a vocal range from very high to very low, all at once.
“Welcome to Ahmria.” There was a pause between words, the Ahmriana searching for the correct ones in the Enterprise’s universal translator. “We mean you no harm.”
“My name is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. We come in peace,” Picard offered.
There was a pause, then the computer responded, “Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise, we saw you across the universe. We did not expect you until much later.”
“You may call me Captain Picard, it’s much shorter. We had some help from an acquaintance,” he explained.
“Captain,” Data interjected, “would you ask them if there is a Neara Na Ahta on the planet?”
“Neara,” the computer replied, “she is my child… daughter.” Static flashed across the screen and then the image of a handsome woman with light skin, raven black hair, and incredible blue eyes came into focus. She looked at the bridge crew. Her mouth moved, and then her words came through the computer, “How do you know of Neara?”
“The acquaintance we spoke of, his name is Q. He mentioned her,” Picard answered.
“Q..q..q..q..,” the computer echoed, “yes, we know of the Q. Why would the Q tell you of our Weaver?”
“Well,” Picard smiled awkwardly, “apparently, in another time continuum, our Mr Data,” he gestured to him, “was married to your daughter.”
The woman looked at Data, then back to Picard, “What is married?”
“They were together… they were a couple,” Picard explained.
The woman took a moment to comprehend, then responded, “I understand.” Another woman joined her. She had light skin, golden hair, and the same astounding blue eyes. She looked at Data, then spoke to the first woman and looked back.
“You may come to the planet. We will need to let you inside our protective sphere,” the first woman informed. “We see you have weapons.”
“They are only for defensive purposes,” Picard assured.
“They will not work once you are inside our sphere. But do not worry, you will be under our protection,” the voice asserted. “Do you wish to come to the planet?”
“Yes, thank you,” Picard accepted, and the silver haze on the planet expanded. They saw it approach the viewer and then it was moving across the bridge. Once it passed Data, the golden-haired woman appeared and crouched down beside him. She looked at him in excited awe and touched his arm. They popped away. Picard stepped forward in concern, and then abruptly the bridge crew found themselves on the planet.
Data was standing there with the two women. The dark-haired one addressed Picard. When she spoke, it came out as a song of many notes. There was a box floating beside her doing the translating. “We made these translators based on your one. I hope they are working correctly,” she tendered. “We have only brought down the people we saw, but there are many others on your ship. Would you like us to bring them down?”
“No, that will not be necessary,” Picard verified.
“I am Leyna Na Ahta, and this is my daughter Neara Na Ahta. We welcome you to Ahmria,” and she gave Picard and the rest the Ahmrian greeting. Neara did not leave Data’s side. She stood there holding his hand looking at him in fascinated wonder. Other Ahmriana flew over to greet the arrivals, and the bridge crew stared on in amazement. Neara popped away with Data.
Again, Picard was concerned, “Where is your daughter taking Commander Data?”
Leyna looked over to where they had stood, “Ah, they go to make sex with each other.” Riker looked at Troi with raised eyebrows, and she stifled a laugh.
Picard’s face grew stern, “I would appreciate it if she returned him to us.”
“She will,” Leyna assured, “once they are done. She will not harm him.”
“I’m sure she won’t,” Riker said under his breath and the crew tittered.
Leyna patted Picard gently on the arm and said, “Let us go have something to eat and you can tell us about your culture. We are interested to know you.” Picard put his vexation aside and the crew went to have their first Ahmrian meal.

Picard, Riker, Troi, Crusher, and La Forge spent two weeks on Ahmria in cultural exchange. The planet was incredible, the people were beautiful, and the food was extraordinary. They learned information about the people and the planet related to their various disciplines. Data spent all his time with Neara. When it was time to leave, he asked to speak to Picard alone.
“Captain, I wish to remain on Ahmria with Neara. I wish to resign from Starfleet,” Data declared.
“You’re certain this is what you want Data?” Picard probed.
“Yes Captain, I am positive,” Data affirmed.
“Then I wish you all the best. You will be sorely missed,” Picard asserted. “If you ever want to return to Starfleet, I’m certain they’d be more than happy to reinstate you.”
“Thank you Captain, I will bear that in mind after Neara’s death,” Data granted.

They had a goodbye party for Data on the ship. Afterwards, he went to his quarters and changed out of his uniform into the Ahmrian clothing he had been given. Spot and his things had already been transferred to the planet, so all he had to do was change clothes and beam down. He looked at his quarters one last time and then made his way to the transporter room.
Picard, Riker, Troi, Crusher, Worf, and his best friend, Geordi, were all there to see him off. They promised to keep in touch and come visit to see how he was doing. He would miss his friends and his life aboard the Enterprise, but it was time for a new adventure – an adventure of his lifetime.

Data and Neara spent their days on Ahmria. They did not often venture off the planet, Data being keenly aware of Q’s warning. Occasionally they would go through a psi doorway or Neara would create one and they would go to some vacation destination, but nothing too exotic or potentially insecure. Data did not want to take the risk.
Neara would use her extraordinary Weaver abilities to find situations where she could help while still remaining on Ahmria. She would look for problems that Data could help solve using his vast knowledge base and skill. They did much to improve the vibration of the universe – and this was in addition to the daily Riaka.
She grew emotions in him, and he fell deeply in love with her. He felt passion, lust, joy, belonging, and happiness. He was part of a family, but there was a longing to have a family with her. Neara used her psi wave to find someone to help, who turned out to be Data’s biological brother. Altan Soong and the Prime Healer made Data’s dream possible.
Their first child, Tala, was an exact clone of Neara with Data’s neural net implanted in her brain. She had troubles with its growth, and they figured out how to fix it. From this, Data and Neara learned valuable lessons which they used when conceiving their second child.
Neara did not want another exact clone, so they combined genetic material from Yara with Neara so the child would look different, but have mostly Neara’s genetic code. Zaria, meaning ‘happy vibration,’ was born three years after Tala. She had black hair and her face was shaped like Yara’s, but just as her sister, she had an implanted neural net.
Another three years later, Data created a sentient android. To make this child partly Neara’s they gave it Ahmriana eyes, cloned from Neara’s own. They named this child Nama, meaning ‘of the knowledge’ since it was made using Data’s neural net. Nama decided it wanted to have the same gender and appearance as Lal, and Data found no reason to object. She was a replica of Lal distinguished by her beautiful eyes. Neara would pull Nama onto the couch with her and cuddle Nama into her shoulder and kiss her rapidly all over her face. She would then kiss Nama’s head and sniff her hair and say she was her easiest birth while rocking her. At first, Nama was confused by this statement, but once her laughing siblings explained it to her, she laughed along. Data was so happy. He had three children and his incredible ka’sha – a family of his own.
His daughters and niece and nephew matured and had their own children who grew into adulthood. Neara became old, finally dying at the ripe old age of one hundred and fourteen. Data was heartbroken, but felt comfort in the fact that Neara had lived her entire lifespan. He had a rich and full life with her, and he had family to carry on with and love. She had given him everything he wanted and more.
Neara had told Data he would be with her in the After. She had told him to protect their granddaughter, Soola. Soola was Tala’s cloned daughter, the neural network being cloned along with everything else in the process. Soola meant ‘font of life’ in Ahmrian, and she was true to her name. Unlike other family members, she had no aversion to risk, and did things to help the universal harmonic that put her life in jeopardy. Neara was so concerned about this fact, she constructed a protective sphere around her granddaughter that would activate during an emergency.
Soola had decided to pursue a career as a medic, going into war-torn areas healing the wounded. Following Neara’s wishes, Data accompanied Soola on her missions. He piloted the medical shuttle craft, expertly avoiding enemy confrontations. He would go in with the medical team, carrying out the injured, removing heavy objects that trapped people, or digging them out when necessary. He would set bones and Soola would use her harmonic to knit them. She would close and clot and heal wounds using vibration. She would do everything she could on the battlefield, and then take away the ones she could not help there and then.
Data was so proud of her. She was kind, good, and helpful – everything an Ahmriana aspired to be. Everything an android would want his granddaughter to be. And she was brave, so very brave.
They were in a field. It was out in the open and Data advised moving the injured to a sheltered location. They had finished moving the last of the wounded and were checking to ensure they had not missed anyone when a combatant ship flew overhead. It saw them and released a chatnapt bomb. Soola flew and Data ran at breakneck speed, but they were not fast enough. The missile hit, sending shrapnel flying faster than they could avoid it. Soola’s sphere activated and Data wrapped his arms around it, the shrapnel piercing his vital processes, fatally damaging his positronic brain. As the life drained from his body and he saw Soola was uninjured, he felt Neara there, welcoming him to the After.

Q was holding Ahmria on his outstretched palm, looking at the planet like a snowglobe. He had finished scrolling through Data’s life, and now scrolled back to a point where Data and Neara were having a picnic at Lake Anansa with their three daughters and their grandchildren. They were sitting on the grass chatting happily while the children played in the water.
“I hope you got the life you wanted Tin Man,” Q mused. Another Q suddenly appeared beside him, staring at the planet.
“What are you doing at Ahmria? You know the Q wanted us to stay away,” the other Q said.
“I was just checking on the results of a favor I’d done,” Q informed.
“Tell me you didn’t help the Weaver!” the other Q exclaimed. “The Q won’t take kindly to you helping her when she killed one of us.”
“I didn’t help the Weaver,” Q defended, “I helped the android. I wouldn’t dare help the Weaver – the Continuum would strip my powers, and I couldn’t bear to go back to that. Once was more than enough – I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Good. How did you help the android?” the other Q inquired.
“He asked for assistance in another time period, and I couldn’t give him what he wanted without helping the Weaver. But I could give him what he wanted in this time,” Q answered and stared at the globe.
“Are you getting sentimental on us Q?” the other Q asked.
Q turned to the other Q in indignation, “Perish the thought!” The other Q then popped away. Q returned his gaze to the globe and softly repeated, “Perish the thought…”
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Data's Journey	By : K_nz Category: Star Trek > The Next Generation Views: 1351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Data's Journey