Tsuki-Actually, this is a rewrite of an earlier version. A version that I wrote before I learnt basic effin' grammar
. I am rewriting it and posting it not only on this board but another one. The other posting is quite far ahead. To be honest, I'm reluctant to edit/rewirte it further due to it already
being rewritten. So your expectations before it's all said and done will probably be dashed.
Mark-Yes,m but Han finds them funny. He's weird like that.
And the card game will happen.
Mikey-And sitting down with Ackbar. Picard has a tendency to do that with people. In most SW/ST crossovers, they'd be shooting each other. I like
to think I'm being original.
Here we go!
approached the Enterprise's
aft section, touching down in the saucer hangar. Data and Han exited the small craft and were quickly met by Commander Riker. "How did it go?" he asked, somewhat breathless.
Han looked back at the shuttle. "She's a good ship. Not as fast as the Falcon
, but a few modifications should take care of that."
Riker smiled and his blue eyes flashed. "A bit of a pilot, Captain?"
Han smirked. "Oh, I've been around. You?"
Riker shrugged as the trio walked out of the hangar. "I've been behind the controls of a craft or two." He turned his head to Data. "The captain wants you to check over the duty roster for the next few days."
Data nodded. "I shall get right on it." He nodded to Han before taking a left at an intersection while Han and Riker took a right.
Before the android entered the next turbolift, Riker half-shouted, "The poker game's still on for tonight. 2000 hours at my quarters."
Data entered the car, turned around and spoke. "I will be there," he said just before the doors closed.
Han looked over at Riker. "Poker? What's that?"
Riker smiled. "It's an ancient card game from Earth. Interested in trying it out?"
The former smuggler shifted his stance a bit, leaning forward and rubbing his chin. "Oh, I'll give it a try. 2000 hours you said?"
Riker's eyes narrowed a bit as he detected a hint of challenge in Han's voice. "Well, be at deck seven. The computer can tell you the specific room." Riker turned around and went down another hallway, leaving Han by himself.
Han's brown eyes narrowed. I've never even heard of poker!
he thought before waving himself off. Ah, how hard can it be.
He suddenly looked about before grabbing the arm of a passing crewmember. "Ah, can you tell me how to get to Commander Data's quarters?
***** "So, who do you think will win?
"I only knew him for a short time, but I believe Han's got the edge. He's an unknown quantity to the others and can bluff with the best of them."
Q watched Jim and Ben as they watched the unfolding drama onboard the Enterprise. "Have Leia and Pellaeon kissed and made up?"
Jim turned and glared at him. "Do you really want me to start?" he asked, a feral glint in his eyes.
Q held up his hands and backed off. "Don't get snippy with me, Jimmy." He suddenly looked to their left and grinned. "Ah, Mace!" he shouted, holding his arms out to his side. He suddenly looked at his limbs and dropped them back to the side. "Oh, sorry," he said.
Jedi Master Mace Windu clenched his one fist and raised it to Q. His lips curled and even through the haze that surrounded his body, a vein could be seen on his forehead. "What are you doing talking to that charlatan?" he snarled, suddenly whirling to face Jim and Ben.
Jim's mouth opened slightly. "Sorry, I didn't think I needed your permission, Mace."
Ben cleared his throat. "Apologies, Master. But with Q, it's not like we have much of a choice." He glanced back at the entity. "Right, Q?"
Q chuckled. "Correct, Benny!" He turned back to Mace. "So, Lefty-oops, sorry. Still a bit of a sore subject?"
Mace's lips twitched. "I stay one-armed to remind myself what happens when you let your guard down, Q. And one thing I will
never do around you is-" He was interrupted as a bright flash of light enveloped him. When it faded, Mace was gone and a small dog was in his place, still barking.
"Q!" Ben shouted, eyes wide. He speed-walked over to the short-haired canine and knelt down. "Master, are you all right? Master?"
The dog barked some more before it was once more enveloped in light, transforming back into Mace. "And furthermore, I-" He paused and looked to Ben standing next to him. "Wait when did you get there?"
Ben sighed and patted Mace on the arm. "Perhaps you'd best conjure up a couch and lie down, Master Windu. It'd be better that way."
Mace growled slightly before turning back to Q. "I'll be back," he said before walking off, his ethereal body fading as he walked off
Jim shook his head. "That was low, Q."
Q nodded. "You're right. I should've changed him into a Doberman instead of a Springer spaniel."
" Technology exchanges might be beneficial in the short-term, but it curbs innovation. I'd love to see what Geordi or Data can do with a hyperdrive motivator," Leia said, shaking her head.
Pellaeon nodded. "I agree. Either one of those young men could probably turn a tramp freighter into a speed demon."
Spock looked over some notes as he sat at the head of the table, mediating the talks. They Pellaeon had talked with Picard and Ackbar and Leia went down to Yavin IV to visit with her children earlier in the day during a short recess. Both had returned and were making rapid progress toward a treaty with the Federation.
The chief of state spoke up, her brown eyes darting to the viewscreen behind Spock. "Oh, how could I forget?" She rose and walked over. "Computer, please display a map of the Federation and any surrounding nations."
The screen flickered to life and displayed the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, the 'lower half' of the Milky Way Galaxy. The Federation appeared as a large blue mass, easily larger than any other power in the area. The Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire showed up to the 'right' of the Federation while the Cardassian Union and the Ferengi Trade Alliance showed up to the 'left'. And about a half-dozen smaller entities filled the rest of the map, with swaths of unexplored areas.
Leia rubbed her chin and spoke. "The space/time tear-and we need a better name for it, by the way-is about ten light-years inside your borders. Can these other nations have access to it?"
Spock turned and examined the map. "The Klingons and the Romulans are our allies. It would be illogical to deny them access. The Ferengi would find a way even if we barred them access and they would find great friends with the Hutt cartels."
Pellaeon's mustache waggled at that. "How do you know of the Hutts?"
Spock's eyebrow arched as he glanced over at him. "It was during a mind meld with Master Skywalker. I learned much of your state of affairs." He turned back to the map. "The Cardassians, however, will not be able to make use of the tear for many years. Their entire infrastructure was decimated during a recent war."
Leia shook her head. "It is the same no matter where you go. War will bring ruin to someone."
Pellaeon checked the time. "Oh, my. Have we been going at this for four hours?" He stood up and stretched, his back popping slightly. "This is more exhausting than working in my garden."
Spock's green eyes widened a bit. "A garden? Of what type?"
The grand admiral shrugged. "Oh, it's a simple flower garden. I haven't had much time to work with it for a bit."
Spock smoothed out his ceremonial robes while Pellaeon tugged down on the front of his dress shirt as they both rose from their seats. "I believe we may have something to discuss," Spock said.
Pellaeon regarded him. "Really? It'd be fascinating, Ambassador."
Leia shook her head. "Well, while you two play around in the dirt, I need to find Han." She looked to the ceiling. "Computer, has Han Solo returned to the Enterprise
The computer beeped before speaking. "Affirmative. Captain Solo is on deck nine."
A smirk crossed the princess' lips. "I think I'll send Threepio to get him."
Pellaeon's blue eyes widened. "You wouldn't be that cruel!" he said in an overly melodramatic tone.
Leia merely walked to the door, tossed the men a wave and left.
"She can be that cruel, actually," Spock remarked.
Data and Han walked down the corridor, talking about the upcoming poker game. "So, who else will be there?" Han asked.
Data cocked his head to the side and thought for a moment before responding. "Geordi, Doctor Crusher, Councilor Troi and Commander Tirsek are the other regulars. It is unknown if Worf will attend." He stopped in front of a door and pressed a button on the door control.
Riker's voice came through the speaker. "Come," before the door then slid open, allowing them entry.
Han stepped forward and noted the spacious living quarters and various personal items. His brown eyes slid over to a brass instrument. "You play?" he asked, pointing to it.
Riker glanced up from the table and over at Han. "Oh, yeah. It's called a trombone." A sly grin crossed his face. "I can play some jazz for you if you're interested."
The former smuggler waved him off as he sat down next to a striking redhead. He smiled and held out his hand. "Why, hello. I'm Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon
She turned to him and gave the rogue a withering glare. "Ah, nice to meet you. I'm Beverly Crusher." She leaned in and whispered, "How's your wife?"
A chorus of 'ohs' echoed from everyone present. Data's yellow eyes flittered around. "Where is Worf?"
Riker let out a sigh as he handed out stacks of chips. "He said he was using the holodeck for calisthenics with what was her name? The red-haired woman."
Han looked over from his seat. "Tenel Ka?"
Riker nodded and snapped his fingers. "Yeah, that's her." He picked up the deck of cards and began shuffling them, but then looked up at Han. "Oh, since you're our guest, would you care to shuffle?"
Han nodded and accepted the deck His brown eyes flickered around while his hands automatically shuffled the deck. "Why, thank you, Will." A grin formed on his mouth as he saw Riker's eyes widen at his skill with the cards.
After seven shuffles, Han began passing out the cards. "Okay, we'll start out simple. This'll be draw poker, nothing wild." He passed five cards out to each player.
Tirsek, sitting next to Riker, spoke up. "Tell me something, Captain. Did you study up on the game beforehand?"
Han merely smiled and looked at his cards. "I bet twenty," he said, putting two chips into the pot. Beverly, Deanna, Data, Tirsek and Riker followed suit.
Deanna drew two cards from Han, took one look at her cards and sighed. "I'm out."
Beverly took a small stack of chips and placed them in the pot. "I bet fifty."
The remaining players followed suit. Han took a look at his cards and drew two from the deck. Riker looked over. "So, what type of card games do you have in your reality?"
Han studied his cards while talking to the commander. "My favorite's called sabacc. It's a bit more complicated than poker, but it requires more equipment. All you need here is a deck of cards and another person." He put another stack of chips in, larger than the first. "I now bet 100."
Data looked at his cards, calculated the odds of him winning against what he knew of Han, Riker, Tirsek, Geordi and Beverly and his shoulders slumped. "I fold," he muttered.
Riker smiled and put a stack of chips into the pile. Beverly, meanwhile, shook her head. "I fold."
Geordi's cybernetic eyes twitched. "I fold too."
Tirsek growled before slamming her cards on the table. "The cards are never
Han and Riker looked each other in the eye. "There's no way you'll beat me at this," Riker said. He laughed and put his cards on the table. "I've got a straight flush."
Everyone around shook their head at that. "You are unbeatable
!" Geordi said.
Deanna patted him on the back even as he bent over to gather the chips up.
Han, however, stopped him. "Hey pal. I didn't lay my cards down yet." Riker backed down and Han placed his cards on the table. "I believe this is a royal flush. Am I right, Data?"
The android nodded in awe. "Yes, Han. It is."
Han laughed and scooped the chips up. "Oh, thank you!"
*****Two hours later
" And I contacted Iron Fist
and told that fat slob to kiss my Wookiee," Han said, waving his hand as he recounted his fight with Warlord Zsinj.
Tirsek sat back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling. "Han you lead an inspired life."
The door chimed and Riker leaned over. "Come."
The door quietly slid open, allowing a golden-plated robot to shuffle in. "Oh there you are, Master Solo!"
Han's blood froze and his eyes widened. "Oh, no. Not now "
See-Threepio walked up to Han and patted him on the shoulder. "Mistress Leia has been worried about you and demands to know where you've been!"
Threepio's head jerked up, and he regarded everyone around, his optics flashing. "Oh, hello. I am See-Threepio, human/cyborg relations."
Data stood up and walked up to Threepio. "I am Data," he said, holding his hand out to shake the droid's hand.
Threepio accepted the proffered hand and shook. "Why, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Tirsek's mouth canted open. "I've never seen anything like you." She looked back down at Han. "Are artificial life-forms common in this reality?"
Han scowled. "He's not a 'life-form', Tirsek. He's a pain in the butt."
The protocol droid let out an synthetic sigh and waved his arms about. "Oh, sometimes I don't know why I even bother."
Han turned around in his seat. "Threepio, what do you want?" he barked out, his face flushing red.
Threepio looked down at him. "As I said before, Mistress Leia wishes for you to meet her at the shuttle in the main hangar deck."
Han slumped down in his seat. "Oh, why me?"
Threepio's expressionless face seemed to take on a look of confusion, even though that wasn't actually possible. "I would assume that since Mistress Leia is your mate, you are the one-"
Han shot out of his seat and turned to the droid. "Okay, okay, OKAY!"
Deanna's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Han's outburst. "Is there a problem, Captain?"
The former smuggler waved her off. "No, it's nothing. I just don't like being interrupted in the middle of a game by goldenrod here." He tugged down on his shirt and motioned to the door. "Lead the way."
Riker shrugged. "Well, it's a shame you have to go, but if the chief of state needs you "
Han scowled and leaned over, gathering up the chips he had won. "Oh, it's fine. After all, I've already cleaned you out this week's pay. I do want to leave you with something for next week."
Will smirked. "Oh, did you do that before or after I won your sidearm?"
Han pursed his lips and pointed at Riker. "I'll win that back." And with that, he looked around. "Anyone got something I can use to carry my winnings?"
Data rose from his seat and walked over to the replicator mounted in the wall. A few seconds later, he handed Han a small brown sack. "It was most enjoyable playing poker with you, Han," Data said.
Han smiled broadly and shook the android's hand. "Same here. And thanks for teaching me about the game." He walked to the door, followed by 3PO.
Riker frowned. "You taught him poker, Data? How could you?"
Data's right eyebrow arched. "I saw nothing wrong with that, Commander. I thought that it would be an interesting cultural exchange."
Deanna patted him Will the shoulder. "Oh, calm down. Obviously Captain Solo is highly adaptive and intelligent." Her dark eyes sparkled. "He's also quite handsome."
Riker sat up straight and turned to her. "Are you kidding me? He's cocky, insubordinate and full of himself."
Deanna rolled her eyes. "Please, Will. We're talking about Han, not you."
Data excused himself and quickly tracked down Han and Threepio. "Han, I wish to apologize for Commander Riker's behavior."
Han turned and waved the android off. "Oh, don't worry about it. Even I'll admit I can get under people's skins."
Data's yellow eyes drifted to the empty holster on his belt. "I must ask, why did you not simply trade your winnings for your weapon?"
Han shifted his stance as he thought about that. "Well he won it from me fair and square, so I feel like I have to win it back, you know?"
Data's head tilted to the side. "Hmm, I understand." He reached out and patted Han on the forearm. "Good luck with winning it back." He glanced at Threepio as he shuffled up to them. "Threepio, are your joints working properly?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
Threepio's head looked down at his legs and he threw up his arms in panic. "Oh, there's something wrong with my joints? Oh, no!"
Data's eyes widened a bit. "No, Threepio! I did not say that. I actually have no knowledge of the condition of your joints."
The droid seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Oh."
Data spoke to Han. "I am curious, Han. What is Threepio's legal status in the New Republic?"
Han glanced over at Threepio and shrugged. "Legal status? For a droid?" He shook his head and chuckled. "Data, droids don't have legal status. They're just machines!"
Data's yellow eyes widened in shock. "But Threepio is clearly sentient. Why does he have no legal status?"
Threepio stayed silent throughout the exchange, curious as to why Commander Data was talking about whether or not a droid had sentience. "Ah, excuse me, Commander, but why do you care about my 'sentience'? After all, I'm only a protocol droid."
Data shook his head. "I do not believe so. You exhibit several traits that indicate you are a sentient being."
Han's brown eyes flicked back and forth between the two. He finally held up his hand. "Data, Threepio was built to mimic humanoid reactions, but he's simply a collection of sub-processors, circuits and gold plating. He's no more sentient than the computer that runs this ship."
Data pursed his lips as the relatively familiar of anger emotion overcame him. "So because Threepio is a machine, he is not alive."
Han felt a prickly sensation creep up his spine as the conversation continued. "Well, yeah."
Data turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving behind a bewildered Han and a thoroughly confused Threepio. The captain hurried off after Data. "Wait, what's your problem?" he yelled, drawing more than a few stares from other crewmembers.
Data stopped and held up his right arm. He grabbed onto it with his left hand, twisted it and pulled, detaching it at the elbow joint. Han's mouth dropped in shock as he saw the fiber optic cable dangling from the stump. "I am an android, Captain Solo. Do you consider me alive?"
The android reattached his arm and waited for Han to speak, who was still in a bit of shock. "You're an android?" he finally sputtered out.
Data nodded. "I was found by Starfleet in 2338 and enrolled in the academy three years later. In 2365 it was determined that I have the right to make my own choices and that I am no one's property." He turned on his heel. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have duties to perform," he said before walking off to the nearest turbolift.
Han paused before racing down the corridor. "Wait!" he cried out, waving at Data. He skidded to a halt and looked around. "Oh, kriff it " He ran back to Threepio. "Threepio, tell Leia I'm sorry, but I might be a bit, all right?"
Threepio nodded. "Of course, sir. I shall do that right away." He watched as Han ran off once more. "Sir, he went the other way!" he shouted, raising his arm and pointing.
*****Ten minutes later
Han stopped in front of a nondescript door. He checked the nameplate before touching the call button next to the door. "Data? Data, it's me, Han. I'm-" He stopped and placed his hands on his hips, thinking on his next words. "I'm sorry."
The door slid open, causing Han to step back a bit in surprise. He stepped into Data's quarters, noting paintings hanging on a bulkhead and a couch and chairs. He saw two doors on opposite ends. "Data?" he called out, moving to the left.
He found the android. "Data, I'm what are you doing?" he asked, seeing Data standing in front of an easel, paintbrush and palette in hand. "Are you painting?"
Data nodded, keeping his eyes on the canvas as his hand made deft, precise strokes. "Yes. I am entering an abstract phase at the moment, but might return to cubism later." He paused before putting his paintbrush down. "Captain, I must apologize for storming off like that."
Han shook his head. "Nah, it's all right." He paused for a moment. "You're an android? And you're also the ship's second officer?"
Data nodded. "I was permitted to enter Starfleet Academy in 2341, graduating with honors in exobiology and probability mechanics. I have worked my way up to this position through hard work, trial and error."
Han glanced around the room. "And through catnaps," he said, walking over to the bed. He made a slow circuit of the room, looking about. "How long have you been painting?" he asked, kneeling beside several canvases leaned up against a bulkhead. He leafed through them, pulling out a headshot of a young woman with black hair that just came down her inquisitive face. "Who's this?"
Data slowly put down his paintbrush and palette before walking over. "That is-it is a portrait of my daughter, Lal," he said.
"Your daughter?" Han asked. "How " He paused. "You built her?"
"Yes," Data said, his breath catching a bit. "She was activated on stardate 43657.0 after I attended a-a conference on matrix transfer technology. I wished to know what it was like to have a family."
Han slowly smiled. "Data's, she's beautiful. What's she doing now?"
Data blinked twice. "She suffered cascade failure a short time after being activated, Han. Her neural net shut down due to highly-increased stress from awakened emotions."
Han's head turned sharply at Data's words?" She she died?"
Data nodded, his face contorting. His hands clenched and unclenched at his side as the memories replayed in his neural net. "Admiral Haftel wished to separate us and take her away for study, but she did not wish it. I
did not wish it. And so "
Han patted Data on the shoulder, his face a mask. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "I've got three kids, and I don't know what I'd do if any of them died before me."
Data looked over. "Thank you, Han. I appreciate your kind words." He reached out, took the painting from Han and gently placed it back in the pile. "Han, would you tell me about your own children?"
A small smile crossed the former smuggler's face. "I'd be happy to, Data."
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