Message-ID: <4693eli$9710071057@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: SLong56586@aol.com Subject: Q-Tie Pie 3/? (st:tng; tg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <971006225533_2021582192@emout20.mail.aol.com> Attached is the third installment for posting To all of those who have E-Mailed me, have patience. This is a transitional chapter that sets up many simultaneous plot threads, that will ultimately merge for the conclusion. I will finish the story, spirit willing, and have a good idea where it will go. Of course, I am open to suggestions. Perhaps you can E-Mail me and let me know what you would like to see happen to Picard {the real one}, and his/her final fate. I love that E-Mail!! With no further ado............ Q-Tie Pie 3/? The Breen High Regent, QonoR'oL, aboard the attack ship tALoN received his orders from Command. He saw that they were ordered to proceed with the incursion into Federation space. The only obstacle was the Federation Starship, Enterprise. While the rest of the Breen Squadron was to maintain their strategic positions inside the gaseous anomalies. It was indeed fortunate that the bioships, which the Breen breed, used inborn telepathy for communication. It made detection of communication between Breen ships, and Command by conventional means all but impossible. Only highly trained telepaths could sense their presence. QonoR'oL and his crew were to get behind the Enterprise, and destroy her before Starfleet could be signaled. A mission QonoR'oL liked very much! He had no love for the Federation, and especially this Picard, whose name was already legend in this quadrant. He even escaped assimilation by the Borg. QonoR'ol imagined that if he could defeat this Picard, then his name would be legend. "How did the Terrans put it?" He thought. "Ah.....yes. The old west. The fastest gun is always the legend. He intended to be that gun. Regent QonoR'oL did some quick calculations on his pad. He then barked orders to his crew, setting the course of the tALoN toward Federation space, and the Enterprise. Once that task was accomplished, they jettisoned a volatile mass of trilithium ahead of the ship. The compound was maneuvered into position by a thin tractor beam, programed to repel. Once the trilithium was in position, QonoR'oL ordered the Breen helmsman to match the speed of the compound. The last part of the operation QonoR'oL handled himself. He lowered the targeting computer, training it at the trilithium. A single plasma beam shot out, hitting the trilithium. Instantly a cloud of ionized gas blossomed out engulfing the tALoN. The gas cloud was almost identical to the gaseous anomalies. However, the drift of this cloud would take it into Federation space, behind the Enterprise, within three days. The only thing left for the Regent to do was to shut down all non-essential systems. Soon the tALon was all but silent. Her crew, and commander, sat, contemplating and planning for the showdown to come. High Noon! Aboard the Enterprise, Beverly Crusher sat staring at the data she had just collected from the person she knew as Meaghan O'Reilly. A wrinkle appeared across her furrowed brow. These readings were the strangest she had seen in some time. Suddenly she was joined by her friend Deanna Troi. Crusher looked up at Troi, and asked her, "did you get Meaghan to the guest quarters okay?" "Yes." Troi replied. "Did she seem to you to be uncomfortable, even awkward, with her own body, and even the clothes she was wearing." "You would be uncomfortable too, Deanna, if you had to carry such a large belly around on such a small frame. Its got to be extremely tiring. That's why I gave her a mild sedative, and ordered her to get some bed rest." That's true, Beverly, but it was something more. Its almost like her own body was alien to her, like she didn't recognize it!" "What kind of impressions did you pick up from her, Deanna?" "That was another unusual thing. I couldn't pick up anything from her. She was completely closed to me. That has never happened with a human before." That observation was only vaguely interesting to Crusher. She had bigger concerns right now. "That can wait. Look at this data the med-scans took from Meaghan. I'm very worried." Troi looked at the data on the view screen, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Can those figures be right?" "I'm afraid so. Each of her unborn babies is currently 11 lbs. In another 4 weeks they'll be 13, maybe 14 lbs each. Big babies. They are going to rip her from stem to stern. Labor is going to be extremely painful." Shouldn't the babies be taken by C-section then?" "That's what I just asked Jean-Luc, but he told me they were aware of the problem, but decided to go through with natural childbirth anyway. He asked me to make her as comfortable as I could, under the circumstances." Troi rolled her eyes, commenting, "I wouldn't want to be in her body." "I doubt she even wants to be in her body right now, except for one thing. Here look at this." Crusher pointed a flashing digital graph upon the view screen. Troi looked at the screen with a confused look upon her face. "Exactly what am I looking at Beverly?" "Its her oxytocin levels. They are way off the scale. The scanners couldn't even measure them!" "So what does that mean? My medical training is limited." Meaghan's maternal instinct is going to be extremely strong, almost overpowering. Where most of us would hate to be in that body, she'll actually love to be in that body. Her whole existence is biochemically constructed to be a mother. Even after birth, those oxytocin levels will make her want to get pregnant again and again. It's almost as if she was made to be a breeding machine. It's not a fate either one of us would want, but to her its pleasant, even desirable. Even her breasts are effected." "Well I noticed that they seemed to be rather large!" "Not just large, but they are filled to bursting with milk. She is almost like a human cow. Unless she gets some of the milk out of her soon, she is going to be in extreme discomfort." Crusher and Troi looked each other at the same time. Troi spoke first. "Beverly, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Ensign Rourke's wife?" "Exactly. She just gave birth, but she is barren of any mother's milk. We haven't been able to induce any lactation. Meaghan could help herself, and the Rourke baby if she acted as a wet nurse. That should really trigger that maternal instinct even more and help her through the month ahead. It'll also ease the pressure on her breasts. Skin wasn't meant to stretch that far." "What did the Captain say?" "He said it would be okay. I'll bring it up tonight after the engagement party. By the way, how is that going?" Troi responded, "Will is handling all of the details. You have to get Jean-Luc to Ten Forward by 09:00. I'll get Meaghan there. Neither of them suspects a thing!" Crusher interjected, "Deanna? Don't you think we should start planning a bridal shower and baby shower for Meaghan? We're all the friends she's got here." "Sure we'll start tomorrow." Troi giggled suddenly. "Boy this is a real shotgun wedding." That caused Beverly to laugh as well. The two women looked at each other and laughed out loud at the improbability of the whole thing. If only the really knew! Up on the bridge of the Enterprise, Lt. Commander Data was completing the regular long range scans of the sector. He double checked the readout to make sure of the results of the scan. There was no doubt about it, there was a new gaseous anomalie that was not there when the last long range scan was performed. Data conducted the long range scan again, but the results were the same. Data directed the sensors on the cloud to take closer readings. The results were surprising. The neural web that made up his brain computed the various possibilities. One thing seemed possible, even probable. Data made an even more specialized scan. The results confirmed his hunch. Data turned in his chair to face Commander Riker in the con chair. "Commander," he said in his well modulated tones. "We have just completed long range scans. We have detected something fascinating. I think that you should see this." Riker approached, saying, "what is it Data?" "The sensors have picked up a gaseous anomalie, that was not there before. The cloud is drifting at a very fast speed. At the rate of its acceleration, the cloud should be very near to our current position in close to three days." Riker checked the sensor readouts, and saw that Data was correct. "At its rate of speed couldn't it have just come within long range sensor range since the last scan.?" "I considered that possibility Commander. It is very plausible. That is why I scanned for the nuclear decay rate of the elements within the cloud itself. They do not match those of any of the other anomalies. In fact the elements of the new cloud have hardly even begun to decay." "What would cause that Data?" "I have considered the possibilities Commander. I believe the gaseous anomalie was man made!" "DATA. Do you know what that means?" "Yes.......there is the high possibility that there may be a Breen ship within that cloud." "Is there anyway to make sure? If we go haphazardly into Breen space it could be considered an act of war. This could trigger an incident. We need to confirm this." "As you know Sir, all efforts to scan within these clouds have met with failure. Breen ships are particularly hard to detect anyway. However, I do have an theory." "Out with it Data!!!" "Commander, Breen ships communicate by use of genetically enhanced telepathy. Perhaps if we can enhance Counselor Troi's ability enough, and get close enough to the cloud, she will be able to detect the presence of a Breen ship." Riker commanded, "get on it Data. Figure a way to enhance Deanna's talent, while I inform the Captain." Inside the Ready Room Q/picard sat thinking about his recent conversation with Dr. Crusher. She was beginning to discover some of the things about the body he had given to Picard/meaghan. The body he had given her was meant to humiliate her for each and every time that he was humiliated at the hands of these humans. Experiencing an extreme pregnancy firsthand would provide that humiliation. Q/picard detected a flash out of the corner of his eye. He saw a familiar figure step from the shadows. (One that looked strangely like Corbin Bernson) Q/picard greeted the new figure. "Hello Q! What brings me to this little corner to the universe." "You know very well Q. I have been sent to by the Continuum." Q replied. "I have done nothing wrong." "Ah, but you have. You have broken one of the cardinal rules of the Continuum. You have created life, or potential life from nothingness. That is not permitted, as you well know. That is a privilege that is reserved to the Creator." "You are talking about Picard's delicate condition?" "You know that I am. The Continuum has ordered that you take care of this situation. However, in doing so you must not break the second cardinal rule of the Continuum. You must not take a life by direct action, or even potential life. The babies that you have created can not now be destroyed. You must resolve this situation, or else the Continuum will be forced to intervene. While are resolving this situation, it is decided that you be stripped of your powers. For the time being, you are condemned to the shell which you now occupy." With a wave of Q's hand, Q/picard felt his powers drain out of him. Q disappeared in the same instant, leaving a new human in a strange body....the body of his enemy. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /