Chapter 55 - Season 3: Episode 36 - When The Bough Breaks

Episode 36 - When The Bough Breaks

Stardate: 41509.1

Earth Standard Date: July 5, 2364.

Location: USS Enterprise, Epsilon Mynos System

Tyson walked through the Enterprise corridor with an unusual entourage. A blue-skinned Twi'lek teenager, a woman in Jedi robes, and a towering Wookiee who had to duck slightly under the doorways.

"This ship is impressive," Bastila said, running her fingers along the smooth bulkhead. "It's large and armed like the Leviathan, but luxurious at the same time."

Mission took in everything with wide eyes. "No wonder you didn't want the Ebon Hawk. You already had a much better ship."

Tyson laughed, shaking his head. "Mission, the Enterprise isn't my ship. It's Captain Picard's. Commander Riker here is next in charge. I guess I'm third in line."

Riker, who'd been leading the group on the tour, smiled over his shoulder. "And don't you forget it, Commander."

The comm system chirped. "Commander Riker, report to the Bridge," came Picard's voice.

"On the way," Riker replied, changing direction toward the nearest turbolift.

A commotion erupted from around the corner as they approached an intersection.

"Harry! Harry, come back here!" a man shouted.

A small boy no more than eight years old came tearing around the corner, nearly colliding with their group. He bumped straight into Riker, who steadied him with firm hands on his shoulders.

"What's your hurry, Harry?" Riker asked, crouching slightly.

The boy looked up, suddenly aware he'd run into a senior officer. "Sorry, Commander. I was just—"

A breathless man in a science division uniform caught up to them. "Harry! Oh, Commander, I'm sorry if he bothered you."

"No bother, Doctor Bernard," Riker said, straightening up.

Harry crossed his arms stubbornly. "I'm not going back. I hate that teacher and I hate calculus."

Doctor Bernard sighed, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Everyone needs an understanding of basic calculus, whether they like it or not."

"Why?" the boy demanded, his face scrunched in frustration.

Zaalbar growled softly, and Mission nodded in agreement.

"That little boy is learning calculus?" Mission asked as they continued walking, leaving the father and son to their debate. "He's like half my age."

"Federation education begins early. We believe in developing both creative and analytical thinking from childhood. Mathematics, sciences, literature, arts, they're all introduced before most children turn five."

"But calculus?" Mission pressed. "I barely understand basic algebra."

"Education is considered a fundamental right in the Federation," Riker explained. "Every child receives personalized instruction based on their abilities and interests. Some excel in different areas at different ages. Harry might struggle with calculus, but perhaps he's brilliant in xenobiology or music theory."

Bastila nodded appreciatively. "Not unlike the Jedi approach, though we focus more on Force sensitivity and control."

"Our education system isn't designed to create specialists too early," Riker continued, "We want well-rounded individuals who can make informed choices about their future. By the time they reach Harry's age, most children have been exposed to dozens of potential career paths."

"And if they hate something?" Mission asked.

"They still learn the fundamentals," Riker said with a laugh. "But we adapt teaching methods to each student. Harry's father is old-fashioned and believes in the traditional approach. But I happen to know Harry's teacher has holodeck programs that teach calculus through starship navigation scenarios. Much more engaging than equations on a screen."

"So everyone in the Federation gets this education? Not just the rich kids or the ones with the right parents?"

"Everyone," Riker confirmed. "It's one of our founding principles. Knowledge belongs to all, regardless of species, gender, or social status. By the time students reach Academy age, they've typically studied everything from quantum mechanics to classic literature, from Vulcan philosophy to Andorian art."

"That's..." Mission struggled to find the words. "That's pretty wizard."

Zaalbar rumbled his agreement, and Bastila smiled.

"The turbolift's just ahead," Riker said, gesturing forward.

The doors parted with a soft hiss, revealing the bridge of the Enterprise. Riker stepped out first, followed by Tyson and his three companions. Several heads turned at the unusual sight of the Wookiee, who had to duck slightly to clear the doorway.

Captain Picard rose from his command chair, straightening his uniform.

"Commander Tyson, I see you've brought your guests for a tour of the bridge."

"Captain, may I present Bastila Shan, Jedi Knight; Mission Vao of Taris and Zaalbar of Kashyyyk."

Zaalbar growled a greeting that needed no translation, while Mission gazed around the bridge with undisguised wonder.

"Welcome aboard the Enterprise," Picard said with a diplomatic nod. "Since Commander Tyson's arrival, we've had several extra-dimensional visitors. Something I hadn't quite anticipated when I accepted command of this vessel."

Mission approached the viewscreen. "This is incredible! The Ebon Hawk's cockpit is tiny compared to this."

Bastila maintained a more reserved demeanor, though her eyes betrayed her interest in the advanced technology surrounding them. "Your ship is most impressive, Captain," she said.

Picard gestured toward the command area. "Please, feel free to observe our operations. Though we're not currently engaged in anything interesting."

Worf glanced up from his tactical station, eyeing Zaalbar. The Wookiee returned the look, both warriors silently assessing each other.

"Number One," Picard called.

Riker approached the captain's chair. "Problem, Captain?"

"No, more a curiosity. For the past few hours, we've been tracking faint energy readings in an attempt to locate the source. It's like following a trail of breadcrumbs. The path led here and stopped, which I knew would interest you."

"What's our position, Geordi?"

"The Epsilon Mynos system, sir," LaForge replied from the conn.

"Thank you, Captain," Riker said enthusiastically. "You're right. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

Tasha looked between them, confused. "What's so interesting about this system?"

"Aldea," he explained. "Tasha, I'm surprised you haven't heard the stories about Aldea, the wondrous mythical world. Like Atlantis of ancient Earth or Neinman of Xerxes Seven. Advanced culture, centuries old. Self-contained, peaceful. Incredible technical sophistication providing the daily needs for all citizens, so that they could turn themselves over to art and culture."

Mission moved closer, intrigued by the conversation. "A hidden planet? Cool!"

"Where is it supposed to be?" Tasha asked.

"That's the myth," Riker continued. "Somehow, as the legend goes, the Aldeans were able to cloak their planet in darkness and go unseen by marauders and other hostile passers-by who might rob and plunder."

"What a wonderful fairy tale," Tasha remarked skeptically.

Data looked up from his console. "Scanners still show nothing, sir."

"Scanners may show nothing," Troi interjected, "but I'm sensing something very strong. Thousands of minds."

Tyson and Bastila exchanged glances. Tyson closed his eyes momentarily, reaching out through the Force.

"I sense them too," Bastila said quietly. "Many lives, all gathered in one place."

Tyson nodded. "Same."

Picard raised an eyebrow at this confirmation. "From where, Counselor?"

"Very close," Troi answered.

"All stop, and hold this position," Picard ordered.

LaForge's fingers danced across his console. "Aye, sir. All stop, and hold."

The bridge fell silent as everyone stared at the viewscreen, showing only empty space.

"Anything?" Picard prompted after a moment.

"Captain, I'm recording a distortion in quadrant one, mark nine zero," Worf reported.

"On screen."

The main viewscreen shifted focus, revealing a subtle wavering among the stars.

"Shields and deflectors up," Picard commanded.

"Aye, sir," Tasha responded, activating the defensive systems.

Mission gasped as the stars on the viewscreen seemed to waver and bend, revealing a golden planet where moments before there had been nothing but empty space.

"It's Aldea, Captain," Riker breathed, awestruck. "It has to be."

"They can hide an entire planet?" Mission exclaimed, pressing closer to the viewscreen. "That's impossible! Even the best stealth field generators can only cover a small ship."

Zaalbar rumbled a comment that made Mission nod vigorously.

"Big Z is right," she translated. "The power requirements alone would be astronomical."

"Indeed," Data confirmed. "Based on the latest Klingon cloaking device the Federation has studied, cloaking a planetary body would require approximately 7.3 times the annual energy output of Earth."

Picard studied the golden world with intense curiosity. "A myth made real before our eyes. Remarkable."

"Captain," Worf interrupted, "we're being scanned."

"Standard greeting, Mr. Worf," Picard ordered. "Let them know we come in peace."

The bridge crew worked efficiently at their stations while Tyson's companions watched with varying degrees of fascination.

"Is this normal for you?" Mission whispered to Tyson. "Just stumbling across legendary hidden planets?"

"The Enterprise does have a knack for encountering the extraordinary," Tyson replied with a smile. "Though I admit, even by our standards, this is special."

"Sensors indicate that the shield is electromagnetic, a complicated light refracting mechanism," Data reported, studying his console readings.

LaForge shook his head in amazement. "It's got to be a pretty sophisticated cloaking device to hide an entire planet."

"We're being scanned, sir," Worf announced.

"We'll let them know our peaceful intention," Picard said. "Open hailing frequencies, Lieutenant Yar."

"Frequencies open, sir."

A moment later, a young woman appeared on the viewscreen. Her features were delicate, her expression serene.

"I am Rashella," she said. "Welcome to Aldea."

"I am Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the USS Enterprise. We come in peace."

"We know," Rashella replied with quiet confidence.

Mission nudged Tyson. "She seems pretty sure of herself."

Picard continued, "We've heard the stories about Aldea, but frankly, I never believed they could be true."

"Our shield has confused outsiders for millennia, Captain," Rashella explained.

"That's a very long time to have such technology," Picard observed. "Why do you reveal yourselves to us now?"

"We're eager to meet in person to discuss that, and other subjects of mutual interest."

"We're ready anytime."

"Excellent!" Rashella smiled.

Without warning, Rashella and a man materialized on the bridge. Both appeared momentarily disoriented by the transition.

Zaalbar let out a startled growl. "Easy, Big Z," Mission whispered. "They don't look dangerous."

"We mean no harm," the man assured them, noticing the crew's surprise.

"Our arrival seems to have startled you," Rashella added.

"It was a little sudden," Picard acknowledged, recovering quickly.

"I'm Radue, First Appointee to Aldea."

"Welcome aboard."

Bastila moved closer to Tyson, speaking quietly. "Their technology is impressive, but I sense... desperation beneath their calm exterior."

Tyson nodded slightly. Something about this situation felt familiar, yet he couldn't place it. Was this an episode he should remember? The details eluded him. Earlier episodes of TNG weren't great from what he remembered, and the ones he'd encountered thus far had been somewhat standouts. This one wasn't ringing any bells. But a cloaked planet? That's something he should probably remember.

Dr. Crusher stepped forward. "Captain, they haven't been through decontamination."

"Our medical doctor is concerned that you didn't go through the regular transporting procedure," Picard explained.

"You couldn't transport us," Rashella said. "The only way through our shield is our way, Captain. Our cloaking device may be off, but our shield is operating. We've brought you small tokens of welcome."

She handed Picard a bouquet of exotic flowers.

"And a personal invitation to a celebration on Aldea," Radue added.

"That would be delightful," Picard replied. "Number One, assemble the away team."

"We will prepare for your arrival, Commander Riker."

Riker looked surprised. "How do you know—"

"Your name?" Radue finished for him. "We've been monitoring your ship's communications. We must return now to Aldea. Our eyes are very sensitive to bright light. Rashella."

The two visitors vanished as suddenly as they had appeared.

"Amazing," Picard marveled. "To exist only in that dreamworld of mythology and then suddenly to be here, right in front of us."

"Now we know who placed the bread crumbs," Riker observed. "We're not here by accident."

"Counsellor, do you sense anything?"

Troi's expression grew troubled. "They want something from us, something we value greatly. So much that they're afraid we won't part with it."

Mission frowned. "That doesn't sound good. When someone wants something that badly, they usually don't ask nicely if you say no."

"I agree," Bastila said. "Their intentions may be peaceful, but desperation can lead to questionable actions."

Tyson rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Captain, I'd recommend caution. Their technology is clearly advanced, but there's something off about this whole situation."

"Noted, Commander," Picard replied. "We'll proceed with appropriate precautions."

"Radue seemed particularly interested in you, Commander Riker," Tyson added. "And they've been monitoring our communications. They know exactly who they want to talk to."

Radue came through the comms, "We are ready to receive you, Commander Riker, and two of your colleagues?"

Before anyone could respond, Riker, Troi, and Crusher disappeared from the bridge.

"Interesting choices," Picard remarked, staring at the empty space where three of his senior officers had stood moments before.

"Disappointing," Tyson said with a slight frown. "I was hoping to become the de facto away team commander."

"They didn't even ask permission," Mission said indignantly. "They just took them!"

"That's concerning," Bastila agreed. "Taking crew members without consent demonstrates a troubling disregard for boundaries."

Picard turned to Tyson. "Commander, your thoughts on our visitors?"

"Something's not right," he replied. "The way they bypassed our shields, transported people without our consent... they're clearly not following standard first contact protocols. I wouldn't presume to hold us to our standards if they've been hiding behind a cloak that long; maybe they just forgot their manners. Either way, it's troubling."

"Their behavior suggests they have specific objectives that may supersede diplomatic courtesy." Data said.

"Captain," Worf reported, "I am unable to establish transporter lock on Commander Riker's team. The Aldean shield is blocking our sensors."

Zaalbar growled again, this time more urgently.

"Let's not jump to conclusions," Picard cautioned. "But we will remain vigilant. Mr. Data, continue scanning the Aldean shield. Look for any weakness or fluctuation we might exploit if necessary. Commander, is there any way for you to retrieve them, should it become necessary?"

"No, Captain. I can only open portals to places I've been previously," Tyson answered, "Without having been down on the planet first, I don't have a way of bypassing their shield."

"Let's see how our first team fares," Picard decided. "Mr. Worf, maintain yellow alert status. I want to be ready for any contingency."

"Yes, sir."

Tyson gazed at the viewscreen, studying the golden planet. An episode he couldn't remember, visitors with hidden agendas, and technology that could hide an entire world. Whatever was happening, he had a feeling things were about to get complicated.

A few minutes later, Wesley approached Data's station, his curiosity piqued by the cloaked planet on the viewscreen.

"How do they cloak the planet?" he asked, leaning over the android's shoulder.

"The theory is simple," Data explained, fingers moving across his console. "The shield bends light rays around the planet's contour, similar to the Romulan cloaking device. But the implementation is quite difficult."

Suddenly, a golden beam swept across the bridge, bathing the command center.

"Captain!" Worf called out, immediately alert.

Picard rose from his chair. "Data, what do you read?"

"Some sort of scanning device, sir," Data replied, analyzing the readings on his console.

The beam moved methodically across the bridge before stopping, holding steady on Wesley and Mission, who stood side by side near the science station.

Tyson lunged forward, reaching for Mission, but Picard's voice cut through the tension.

"Don't touch them!"

LaForge worked frantically at his station. "This beam is emanating from Aldea."

"Shields up," Picard ordered. "La Forge, contact Commander Riker. Worf, check all decks."

Tasha's fingers flew across her tactical console. "Shields inoperable, sir."

"All decks being probed in a methodical pattern, sir," Data reported, monitoring the ship-wide sensor readings.

Picard's expression hardened. "All decks? Everything? The entire ship?"

"Aye, sir."

LaForge shook his head in frustration. "I can't reach the Commander on the surface. We're being blocked."

As suddenly as it appeared, the golden beam vanished, leaving the bridge in its normal lighting.

Picard approached Wesley. "Wesley, are you all right?"

"It was scary at first, but I really didn't feel anything," Wesley answered, looking down at himself as if checking for changes.

"That was strange, but it didn't hurt," Mission added, glancing at Tyson with a reassuring nod.

Worf's voice came through the comm system. "Sir, similar incidents on all decks, but only with the children."

Tyson frowned, processing this information. "Only with the children," he mumbled. "Why would they only scan the children? They're definitely planning something."

Bastila moved closer to him, her expression grave. "I sense a purpose behind their actions. Something calculated."

"Still no response, sir," LaForge reported, continuing his attempts to contact the away team.

Without warning, the away team of Riker, Crusher, and Troi materialized on the bridge. In the same instant, Wesley and Mission vanished.

"Wesley!" Crusher cried out, spinning around to find her son gone. "They've taken my son."

"They took Mission, too," Bastila said, her composed demeanor cracking slightly.

Zaalbar threw his head back and released a thunderous roar that reverberated throughout the bridge, his fury unmistakable.

"What happened down there?" Picard demanded, turning to Riker.

"Captain, they showed us their civilization," Riker reported quickly. "Advanced technology, art, culture, everything they claimed. But they were evasive about certain questions."

"They're dying," Troi added. "I could sense it beneath their calm exterior. Their population is declining rapidly."

"How many children did they take?" Crusher asked, her voice tight with controlled panic.

Worf checked his console. "Saucer Section reports six more children are gone."

"Including Mission," Tyson said, placing a hand on Zaalbar's arm to calm the Wookiee. "She's technically an adult by her species' standards, but still young."

"They want the children as replacements," Troi explained. "To continue their society, their knowledge."

"Radue mentioned they haven't been able to have children and were willing to pay for ours,'" Riker added. "When I declined his offer, they transported us back."

Picard's expression darkened. "They lured us here. The breadcrumb trail, the friendly welcome, all to take our children."

Zaalbar growled again, less ferocious this time.

"He says we need to get Mission back immediately," Tyson translated loosely. "And I agree. Captain, we need a plan."

"Options?" Picard asked, looking around the bridge.

"Their shield technology prevents conventional transporter use," Data noted. "And our weapons would be ineffective against their defenses."

"We could attempt to negotiate," Troi suggested. "They seemed reasonable, despite their desperation."

"Reasonable people don't kidnap children," Crusher retorted.

"They'll likely contact us soon," Riker said. "They seemed insistent in compensating us."

"I won't let them keep Wesley," Crusher stated firmly.

Picard nodded. "We will recover all the children, Doctor. Mr. Data, continue analyzing their shield technology. Find me a weakness. Commander Riker, prepare a diplomatic response when they contact us. We'll try negotiation first."

"And if negotiation fails?" Tasha asked.

"Then we'll consider alternatives," Picard replied. "But I won't risk the lives of those children with hasty action."

Zaalbar rumbled something to Tyson, who nodded in agreement.

"Zaalbar makes a good point," Tyson said. "On his world, a life debt means protecting someone at all costs. He's sworn to protect Mission, and he won't stop until she's safe."

"I understand his commitment," Picard acknowledged. "And I share it for all the children taken from this ship. Counselor, you'll have to gather the parents."

Troi answered, "Yes, sir. They'll need to speak to you as well, Captain.

"Captain," Data called out. "We're being hailed from the planet."

"On screen," Picard ordered, straightening his uniform.

The viewscreen flickered, revealing Radue's serene face. "Captain, your children are with us. My word of honour, no harm will ever come to them."

Picard stepped forward, barely containing his anger. "Harm has already come to them."

"Captain, let us begin discussions regarding appropriate compensation." Radue's tone remained measured as if they were discussing a simple trade agreement rather than kidnapped children.

"Compensation?" Picard's voice rose sharply. "You have stolen our children away from their classrooms, away from their bedrooms, and you talk about compensation? You claim to be a civilised world, and yet you have just committed an act of utter barbarity!"

Radue's calm demeanor faltered slightly. "Captain, we will continue these discussions when you've calmed down."

The screen went black as Radue cut communications.

Picard turned to face his crew, his jaw tight with restrained fury. "I'll continue trying to negotiate. I need alternate plans should they fail."

Tyson stepped forward. "I have an idea, I need a little time."

"Begin immediately," Picard ordered without hesitation.

Tyson nodded. He turned to Commander Riker. "I may need your help shortly."

"I'll be available," Riker replied, his expression grim but determined.

Tyson raised his hand, and the air before him shimmered and warped, forming a swirling portal that revealed a glimpse of a luxurious room beyond. The bridge crew watched with varying degrees of fascination as the portal stabilized.

"I'll return shortly," Tyson announced. He glanced at Zaalbar, who let out a series of concerned growls and barks.

"Captain, Zaalbar wants to stay on the bridge until Mission is returned," Tyson translated, though the Wookiee's intentions were clear even without interpretation.

Picard nodded. "Permission granted." He turned to Bastila, acknowledging her with a respectful nod. "You're free to stay on the bridge, Ms. Shan. Your insights may be helpful."

"Thank you, Captain," Bastila replied, standing beside Zaalbar. "I'll assist in any way I can."

Tyson took one last look at the viewscreen showing the golden planet, then stepped through the portal into his room in the Housing Complex of his Personal Reality. The portal closed behind him with a soft whoosh, leaving the bridge crew to continue their efforts to recover the kidnapped children.

Tyson stepped through the portal into his Housing Complex, the familiar surroundings a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere of the Enterprise bridge. The door sealed behind him, and he immediately paced across the luxurious space, mind racing through possibilities.

"Vicky, I need options," he said aloud.

The Gray Goo Suit streamed off him, and the AI materialized. "I've been monitoring the situation. The Aldean shield technology is remarkably sophisticated."

Tyson muttered. "I can't open a portal to a place I've never been, and their shield blocks conventional transporters."

"There is another option. Recruiting one of the officers from the away team as a Companion," Vicky stated, anticipating his thought process.

"I was thinking the same thing. It wouldn't cost me any Character Points, and they'd gain the ability to open portals to places he's been before, including Aldea's surface."

"This could also potentially address your requirement to recruit Force-sensitive individuals for Starfleet," Tyson pointed out. "I could spend 50 CP to make Riker Force-sensitive immediately, or wait until I've collected eight Companions and spend 200 CP to make them all Force-sensitive at once." He pulled up his current resources.

Character Points: 350

Spending 200 would be a significant investment.

"The math favors waiting," he concluded. "Eight officers for 200 CP is better than spending 50 CP per person. And I only need six Force-sensitives for Sloan's requirements."

"You could potentially meet that quota today," Vicky observed.

Tyson frowned, considering the implications. "The drawback is that it's not a permanent solution. It's a one-time deal for those eight officers, rather than finding a way to make anyone I wanted Force-sensitive. Spending more than half my total CP right now doesn't seem prudent. There must be other ways to create Force-sensitives. I just need to discover them."

"You haven't fully explored the Personal Reality upgrades you've already purchased," Vicky reminded him.

"True," Tyson acknowledged. "I should take more time to investigate the Gym's capabilities before committing resources elsewhere. If anyone has the potential to sense the Force, it could be done through the upgrades I already have. But I doubt anyone native to the Star Trek Universe would be potentially Force-sensitive."

He leaned against his workstation, weighing his options. The children's safety was the immediate priority, but he needed to consider a long-term strategy as well.

"I wonder if I should consult Section 31 before recruiting Riker," he mused. "Though at this point, it's probably not necessary."

"You could contact Sloan to test the waters," Vicky suggested. "It would give you a better sense of which direction to take in the future."

"You're right. I should at least get Sloan's input before proceeding."

He tapped his combadge; the special Section 31 issue that provided secure communications outside standard Starfleet channels.

"Tyson to Sloan."

After a brief pause, the comm channel crackled to life.

"Sloan here. Secure channel established." His voice carried the same measured tone Tyson had come to recognize. Professional, controlled, revealing nothing beyond what was necessary.

"I'm contacting you regarding a situation on the Enterprise," Tyson began. "We've encountered a previously cloaked planet called Aldea. The inhabitants have abducted several children from the ship, including one of my associates."

"The Aldeans," Sloan replied. "Yes, we have limited intelligence on them. Highly advanced technology, particularly their planetary cloaking and defense systems. Fascinating capabilities."

Tyson noted how Sloan's interest seemed to focus immediately on the technological aspects rather than the kidnapped children. Typical Section 31 priorities.

"We're developing a rescue plan," Tyson continued. "But beyond our immediate concerns, I'm considering recruiting Commander Riker as a Companion."

A pause followed, longer than the communication delay would account for. Sloan was considering his response carefully.

"William T. Riker," Sloan finally said. "First Officer of the Enterprise. Turned down a promotion to take the position under Picard's command. Decorated officer with an exemplary record, though with occasional lapses in judgment regarding protocol when personal loyalties are involved."

"He has an excellent record," Tyson affirmed. "He would be a good candidate to test granting Force-sensitivity because he's a command officer, in a position to potentially command his own vessel. He'd be a prime candidate to move off the Enterprise and into a captainship of his own."

"Your assessment is sound," Sloan acknowledged. "Riker has been offered command positions three times and declined each one."

Tyson leaned against his workstation. "I wanted to consult you and seek your opinion. And if you approve, could I inform him of Section 31?"

Another pause, this one even longer. When Sloan spoke again, his voice carried a subtle edge of caution.

"Commander Riker presents an interesting case. His psychological profile indicates strong moral convictions and loyalty to Starfleet principles. Perhaps too strong for our purposes. However, his ambition and desire to prove himself could be leveraged."

Sloan continued, his tone becoming more analytical. "Regarding disclosure of Section 31, I must advise against full revelation at this time. Riker's close relationship with Picard and Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi makes him a security risk. Picard has demonstrated a troubling idealism that often conflicts with pragmatic necessity."

"So I shouldn't mention Section 31 at all?" Tyson asked.

"Not explicitly," Sloan clarified. "Instead, I suggest a graduated approach. Present yourself as part of a specialized intelligence division working within Starfleet to address extraordinary threats. This has the benefit of being entirely true without revealing our organizational structure."

Tyson considered this approach. It made sense. Give Riker enough information to cooperate without compromising Section 31's operational security.

"What about his Force-sensitivity training? That would require some explanation."

"Frame it as an experimental program to enhance human potential," Sloan suggested smoothly. "Again, this is not untrue. Emphasize the defensive and perceptive aspects rather than offensive capabilities. Riker responds well to opportunities that allow him to protect others."

"And if he asks direct questions about who I work for?"

"Tell him you report directly to Admiral Nechayev. She is aware of certain Section 31 operations, though not our full scope. This provides you with a legitimate chain of command that can be verified if necessary."

Tyson nodded to himself. Admiral Alynna Nechayev had a reputation for hardline approaches to security matters. Her name would lend credibility without raising too many questions.

"One final consideration," Sloan added. "Riker's relationship with Counselor Troi complicates matters. Betazoid empathic abilities make operational security challenging. You'll need to account for this in your approach."

"I've considered that," Tyson replied. "Her abilities are primarily empathic rather than telepathic. She can sense emotions but not read specific thoughts unless dealing with other Betazoids."

"Nevertheless, exercise caution. Counselor Troi's loyalties lie firmly with Starfleet and Captain Picard. If she senses deception from you regarding Riker, she may investigate."

Tyson processed this advice, weighing the potential complications against the benefits of recruiting Riker. "I understand. I'll proceed with the graduated approach you suggested."

"Very good," Sloan said. "Remember your primary mission, Commander. Retrieving those children is important, but the Force-sensitive initiative remains your priority."

"Of course," Tyson acknowledged.

Tyson leaned against his workstation, considering the other potential candidates aboard the Enterprise. "I should note that Commander Riker isn't the only viable option here. Lieutenant Commander Troi or Commander Crusher could also potentially resolve our current situation with the Aldeans."

"Interesting alternatives," Sloan replied, his tone shifting to one of careful analysis. "Let's consider each candidate."

A brief pause followed as Sloan seemed to access information. "Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi. Half-Betazoid. Empathic abilities make her both valuable and problematic from an operational security standpoint. Her psychological training gives her exceptional insight into motivations and deceptions. Her Starfleet record indicates a strong adherence to conventional ethics and a tendency to advocate for diplomatic solutions even when more decisive action might be warranted. Her close personal relationship with Commander Riker and her loyalty to Captain Picard further complicate matters."

"And Doctor Crusher?" Tyson prompted.

"Commander Beverly Crusher presents different considerations," Sloan said. "Her medical expertise, combined with Force-sensitivity, could yield fascinating applications in healing and biological research. Her history with Captain Picard is both personal and professional, which creates certain... leverage points."

Tyson frowned slightly at the implication. "You mean her relationship with Picard could be exploited?"

"I prefer to think of it as understanding motivational factors," Sloan replied smoothly. "Doctor Crusher has demonstrated a willingness to bend regulations when she believes the cause is just. Her record indicates her maternal instincts are particularly strong, which I'm sure is evidenced by her current distress over his abduction."

"Which makes this situation a potential recruitment opportunity," Tyson observed.

"Indeed. Emotional vulnerability often creates openings for realignment of priorities. If you were to facilitate Wesley's rescue in a way that conventional Starfleet methods could not achieve, her gratitude might translate to receptiveness regarding our specialized division."

Tyson considered this approach, feeling uncomfortable with the calculated manipulation it represented. "That seems exploitative."

"It's pragmatic," Sloan countered. "Section 31 doesn't have the luxury of conventional recruitment methods. We identify individuals whose talents and psychological profiles suggest compatibility with our mission, then create circumstances that allow them to recognize the necessity of our work."

Tyson remained silent for a moment, processing Sloan's perspective. "So between Troi and Crusher, who would you recommend as the priority candidate?"

"If forced to choose between them, Doctor Crusher offers more immediate value," Sloan said decisively. "We're particularly interested in Force applications in medical contexts. Additionally, her son Wesley shows remarkable potential that we've been monitoring for some time."

"Wesley?" Tyson asked, surprised. "You've been watching him?"

"Of course. His aptitude for advanced physics and engineering at such a young age has not gone unnoticed. The Traveler's interest in him further confirms our assessment. A mother-son combination with Force-sensitivity could offer insights into generational benefits."

Tyson hadn't considered this angle. Wesley was indeed exceptional, if somewhat annoying, and if The Traveler had taken an interest in him, there must be something unique about the boy's potential.

"However," Sloan continued, "I must emphasize that Commander Riker remains the optimal primary candidate among the three. His command track provides the greatest potential for strategic influence within Starfleet. Troi and Crusher would be valuable secondary acquisitions."

"I understand," Tyson acknowledged. "What about the ethical considerations? Exploiting a mother's concern for her child seems questionable."

Sloan's tone hardened slightly. "Commander Tyson, let me be clear. We are not creating the crisis. The Aldeans have already done that. We are simply ensuring that when resolution comes, it advances our long-term objectives while simultaneously serving the immediate needs of those involved. Doctor Crusher wants her son back. We want Force-sensitive operatives. These goals are not mutually exclusive."

Tyson nodded, recognizing the pragmatic logic while still feeling uneasy about the approach. "I'll consider Doctor Crusher as a secondary option, then. For now, I'll proceed with Commander Riker as the primary candidate."

"A sound decision," Sloan affirmed. "Remember, your mission parameters allow for significant discretion in recruitment. Use your judgment regarding timing and approach."

"Understood," Tyson said.

"Excellent. Keep me informed of your progress with the recruitment. Sloan out."

The communication channel closed with a soft click.

"He certainly has clear priorities," Vicky observed after a moment of silence.

"That's one way of putting it," Tyson replied, pushing away from the workstation. "He's focused on the long game."

"Including Wesley and Mission," Vicky noted. "What's your next move?"

"I'm going to speak with them."

A portal shimmered open before him, revealing the Enterprise bridge beyond. 

Captain Picard and Riker rose as the portal opened on the bridge of the Enterprise, revealing Tyson stepping through the dimensional doorway. The senior officers had been reviewing sensor data of the Aldean shield when the commander returned.

"Report?" Picard asked, his voice carrying the measured authority that had become his hallmark.

Tyson stepped fully onto the bridge, the portal shimmering behind him. "Sir, I have a possible solution to the current issue. A covert infiltration, but it would require someone who went down to Aldea," Tyson said, turning slightly toward the first officer. "This isn't something you can order them to do. I'd have to speak with them about it privately, and they would have to agree. It is personal and goes beyond his duties as a Starfleet officer."

Picard looked at Riker, one eyebrow raised in silent question. The first officer said, "I'd like to hear about this plan."

Picard set aside the PADD he had been reviewing. "By all means. He tapped his combadge, Dr. Crusher, Counselor Troi, please report to my ready room."

Captain Picard sat behind his desk, his expression grave as he surveyed the officers assembled in his ready room. Dr. Crusher stood near the viewport, arms crossed defensively. Counselor Troi had taken one of the chairs, her dark eyes watchful and analytical. Commander Riker remained standing, positioned slightly behind Tyson as if to observe both him and the reactions of the others.

Picard began, "It seems Commander Tyson has a proposal that may resolve our current situation with the Aldeans, but with significant long-term implications for those involved."

He nodded toward Tyson. "Commander, please explain."

"It began with the mission with Admiral Jameson. When he saw me fight off that squad, I healed him to stabilize him. Starfleet got interested in my abilities, particularly when I said I might be able to teach them to others. They wanted to fast-track my promotions and explore the potential of my teaching others. The first step would be a binding, and the person I'm bound to would be able to immediately open portals to anywhere they'd been previously."

Dr. Crusher uncrossed her arms, her interest visibly piqued. "Portals? Like the ones you use to access your... Personal Reality."

"And yes, exactly like those. I'm raising this with you three because all three of you have been to the surface and would be able to return, bypassing the shield. I had considered approaching each of you individually anyway, but this situation forced the timeline."

Troi leaned forward slightly. "You mentioned a binding. What exactly does that entail?"

"I should note, you can't be coerced into this decision. It has to be made of your own free will. And it would be a permanent binding between us." Tyson paused, ensuring his next words were clear. "This isn't romantic or anything, but it would mean that you'd have permanent access to my Personal Reality, so I don't offer it lightly."

Picard's gaze sharpened. "Commander, are you suggesting that Starfleet has authorized you to share these abilities with select officers?"

"Yes, sir," Tyson confirmed. "Under specific parameters and with full oversight from Admiral Nechayev's office."

Picard's eyebrow rose slightly at the mention of Nechayev, but he remained silent, allowing Tyson to continue.

Tyson turned to each officer in turn, starting with Dr. Crusher. "I know you'd accept simply because of Wesley, but this decision can't be about him. It has to be about you. There are other ways to get Wes back. This is just one of them. But I had considered you because, with your intelligence and medical knowledge, you might be able to do things with the Force, like healing, better than I can." Beverly's expression softened slightly, though concern still lined her features.

He turned to Deanna next. "Your empathy would synergize with the Force and give you another layer of consideration when dealing with patients."

Finally, he addressed Commander Riker. "Bastila Shan, the woman on the bridge, she has a unique ability that allows her to bolster the capabilities of entire ships, entire fleets even. It's a rare gift, but one that turns the tide in any battle she participates in, not to mention how strong of a warrior she is."

Riker nodded, having already heard much of this information.

"None of you need to do this," Tyson continued, addressing all three again, "but I'd be happy to have any or all of you as Companions."

He took a deep breath before delivering the final piece of information. "The catch. Eventually, you'll be expected to leave the Enterprise." He turned toward Picard. "Captain, that's why I thought you should be informed. Starfleet wouldn't want so many great assets focused within a single ship, flagship or not."

A heavy silence fell over the room as the implications sank in.

Picard stood, tugging his uniform jacket into place. "Let me understand this clearly, Commander. You're proposing to grant extraordinary abilities to members of my senior staff, with the understanding that they would eventually be reassigned elsewhere?"

"That's correct, sir," Tyson confirmed. "Though not immediately. The training would take time, and Starfleet would want to ensure they were fully prepared before reassignment."

Dr. Crusher stepped forward. "And this would allow us to bypass the Aldean shield? To rescue Wesley and the other children without confrontation?"

"Yes," Tyson said. "Whoever accepts would be able to open a portal directly to the surface, allowing us to extract the children before the Aldeans could respond."

Troi spoke up, her voice calm but probing. "I sense you believe in what you're offering, Tyson. But I also sense there's more to this program than you're telling us."

Tyson met her gaze steadily. "The full scope of the program is classified. I've shared what I'm authorized to share."

Riker moved to stand beside Picard. "Captain, I believe this warrants serious consideration. The immediate benefit is clear. We could resolve the current crisis without risking confrontation. But the long-term implications for the crew structure..."

Picard nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, Number One. This goes well beyond our current mission parameters." He turned to Tyson. "I appreciate your candor, Commander. This is certainly an unprecedented situation." He looked at each of his officers in turn. "I won't order any of you to accept or decline this offer. As Commander Tyson has emphasized, this must be your decision."

"And what if none of us accepts?" Dr. Crusher asked. "What's the alternative plan for rescuing the children?"

"There's one last option," Tyson said, addressing all three officers. "I'm not entirely sure it will work, but it should. I can give you two items that, when combined, should allow one of you to open a portal."

This new information visibly changed the atmosphere in the room. Picard leaned forward with renewed interest.

Riker crossed his arms, reassessing the proposition. "That significantly changes the equation."

"Indeed," Picard agreed. "This alternative seems to offer considerable advantages without the career implications."

Troi studied Tyson carefully. "Why didn't you mention this option initially?"

"Because my mission parameters from Admiral Nechayev involved identifying candidates for Force training. Also, I'd be giving over what is essentially a master key to my Personal Reality and a way to make portals." Tyson answered honestly. "But my primary concern right now is rescuing those children."

Picard nodded to his officers. "I see. We appreciate the personal risk, but I believe each of these officers is of outstanding moral character. None would betray your trust. I suggest each of you should take some time to consider—"

"No need, Captain," Riker interrupted, stepping forward. "I've heard enough to make my decision." He turned to Tyson. "I'll take the items. We can all consider your offer on our own time."

Tyson nodded, unsurprised. Riker had always been decisive when the welfare of others was at stake.

Tyson reached into his pocket and produced two objects.

"These are an Access Key and Portal Control Rod," he explained, handing one to Riker and one to Crusher. "The key is a physical manifestation of the connection to my Personal Reality. The rod should allow you to open portals. You should be able to use them immediately. Just focus on where you want to open one. It should be intuitive. I recommend starting with someplace familiar first, like your quarters."

Riker stepped away from the group, creating space around himself. He held the Access Key loosely in his left hand, the Portal Control Rod in his right, and closed his eyes, concentrating. After a moment, he extended his arm.

The air before him shimmered and distorted, coalescing into a glowing oval that revealed his quarters on the other side. The portal stabilized, its edges crisp and defined.

"Incredible," Riker murmured, staring at what he'd created.

Troi approached the portal cautiously, examining it without touching. "I can sense no energy signature from it. It's as if it's simply... a door that's always been there."

Picard circled the portal, studying it from different angles. "And these can be created anywhere? Not just on the Enterprise?"

"Anywhere you've physically been before," Tyson clarified. "The connection is to a specific location experienced firsthand, not just coordinates on a map."

Beverly's eyes suddenly widened with realization. "Wesley. I can go directly to where I last saw him on Aldea."

"You could," Tyson confirmed. "Though I recommend we coordinate our approach carefully. We should still proceed with a tactical plan rather than rushing in."

Riker closed his portal, the doorway collapsing into nothingness. "Agreed. This changes our capabilities dramatically, but we still need to consider the diplomatic implications."

Beverly reluctantly settled, though Tyson noted how her eyes kept returning to the Portal Control Rod.

Tyson said, "Alright, we'll need to gear up, but here's what I propose."

— Star Jumper —

The children huddled together in the spacious Aldean chamber. Wesley stood protectively near the younger ones.

A small girl tugged at Wesley's sleeve, her small fingers trembling. "Wesley, I'm frightened."

He knelt down to her level, meeting her eyes. "I know you are, Katie. We all are. But we're going to be all right. Everyone knows where we are, and no one is going to hurt you. I promise."

The massive doors slid open with barely a whisper, revealing three Aldean adults. They entered with measured steps, their clothing flowing in elegant lines that matched the architectural aesthetic around them.

"Greetings, Wesley Crusher," the male Aldean said, his voice carrying a formal tone. "The Custodian indicated that you would be the leader."

Wesley straightened, placing himself between the Aldeans and the younger children. "The Custodian? Who is the Custodian?"

"The Custodian is not a person," Radue replied, gesturing vaguely to their surroundings.

The woman beside him stepped forward, her expression gentle. "You have been brought to Aldea as our guests. We'll provide anything you need or want."

"We want to go home," he said firmly.

Radue spread his hands in a placating gesture. "Wesley, all of you have been chosen because you are special. Just ask for anything you want, and you shall have it."

Alexandra, a red-headed girl, approached Rashella boldly and extended her hand. The Aldean woman seemed pleased by this gesture, accepting the handshake with a warm smile.

From the back of the group, Mission Vao crossed her arms, sizing up the Aldeans warily.

"Nice place you've got here," Mission said, her gaze sweeping the ornate chamber. "Must have cost a fortune. Strange way to invite guests, though, snatching them without asking."

Radue and Rashella exchanged glances, clearly unprepared for the Twi'lek's directness.

"You are..." Duana began studying Mission with undisguised fascination.

"Mission Vao," she supplied, not bothering to extend her hand. "And I've seen enough fancy prisons to know one when I see it, no matter how pretty the decorations are."

Wesley shot Mission a warning look, but she ignored it, circling the room with casual steps.

"This is not a prison," Rashella insisted. "You are our children now."

Mission let out a sharp laugh. "Lady, I've been on my own since I was seven. The last person who called me their child was trying to sell me to a Hutt. So forgive me if I don't jump for joy at the adoption papers."

The younger children watched Mission with wide eyes, some looking fearful of her boldness, others drawing courage from it.

"The Custodian selected each of you for your unique talents," Radue explained, his attention now divided between Wesley and Mission. "Your... physiology is certainly remarkable, young Mission. Our scientists would be most interested—"

"Yeah, I bet they would," Mission cut him off, tapping one of her lekku. "These aren't just for show, you know. They can sense things. Like when someone isn't telling the whole truth."

This wasn't strictly accurate; lekku were primarily for non-verbal communication, but Mission had long ago learned that letting ignorant people believe she could detect lies often revealed more truth than any actual ability would.

Duana approached Mission. "We have no records of your species in our database. The Custodian must have selected you for a reason."

"Or maybe your Custodian made a mistake," Mission suggested.

Wesley moved to stand beside her. "We appreciate your... hospitality, but we belong with our families. The Enterprise crew will be looking for us."

"They will not reach Aldea," Radue said confidently. "Our shield has protected us for millennia."

Mission scoffed. "If your civilization is so advanced and perfect, why steal children? Why not just have your own?"

A shadow passed over Rashella's face. "There are things you do not understand."

"Then explain them," Mission challenged. "Because where I come from, kidnapping isn't exactly a sign of an advanced society."

Katie had edged closer to Mission during this exchange, finding the Twi'lek's fearlessness reassuring. She whispered, "Can your head-tails really tell when they're lying?"

Mission winked at the little girl.

Radue clapped his hands together once, the sound reverberating unnaturally through the chamber. "Enough questions for now. You must be tired from your journey. We've prepared quarters for each of you, tailored to your preferences."

"How would you know our preferences?" Wesley asked.

"The Custodian has studied you," Duana explained. "It knows what will make you comfortable."

Mission muttered under her breath, "Nothing says 'welcome guest' like being spied on first."

Alexandra, who had remained near Rashella, asked, "Are we being separated?"

"You will have opportunities to gather," Rashella assured her. "But each of you will be paired with an Aldean mentor who specializes in your particular talents."

"And if we refuse?" Mission asked.

Radue's smile tightened. "Why would you refuse the chance to develop your full potential? Here, you can become more than you ever dreamed possible."

Mission locked eyes with Wesley. They both recognized the evasion for what it was. "If this place is so great," she said, addressing all the Aldeans, "why did you have to steal us? Why not just invite the parents to come see this paradise of yours? I'm betting there's a catch you're not telling us about."

A short while later, Wesley and Mission followed Radue through the winding corridors of the Aldean complex. "What about the others?" Wesley demanded, quickening his pace to walk alongside Radue rather than behind him.

Radue gestured vaguely ahead. "Come in. Don't be alarmed. The other children have been assigned to their units."

"Units?"

"A unit is a group where those of similar talents and interests live together," Radue explained, his tone suggesting this should be obvious.

"Do you mean like a family?" he asked.

"Yes, you could call it that."

Mission snorted. "Convenient replacement for the ones you stole us from."

"We already have families," Wesley added firmly. "Does Captain Picard know you're doing this?"

Radue's expression remained placid. "We are keeping nothing from him."

"Except us," she muttered.

They entered a large chamber where several Aldeans waited. A slender woman with silver-streaked hair approached a young boy from the Enterprise.

"We have been waiting for you so long, Harry," the woman said, her voice melodic. "We are artists, just like you. We see within you the potential of what you can be."

Harry looked bewildered. "I'm not an artist."

A man stepped forward, his hands stained with pigment. "You will be. And a great one."

"This way," the woman said, guiding Harry toward an alcove in the wall. "Unit B, three seven five."

Before Wesley could protest, they stepped into the alcove and vanished, the wall seeming to absorb them.

"Harry!" Wesley called out, but Radue placed a restraining hand on his shoulder.

"Radue," another Aldean called, and an elderly man approached with Katie in tow.

"Katie," Wesley moved toward her, but the old man stepped between them.

"I am honored," the elderly Aldean said with a formal bow to Katie.

Katie curtsied awkwardly. "Thank you."

"Melian is the foremost musician on Aldea," Radue explained.

Melian knelt to Katie's level. "Music speaks its own language. I know we'll have much to learn from each other. Don't worry, Katie, you'll be seeing Wesley soon."

"Wesley?" Katie looked uncertain as Melian guided her away.

"What about me?" Wesley demanded. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"What about both of us?" Mission added, crossing her arms. "Or am I just bonus merchandise?"

Radue ignored Mission, focusing on Wesley. "Sometimes something happens that you just must accept. You and the other children are now members of this society. That will not change."

Mission rolled her eyes. "Here comes the sales pitch."

"It is up to you to make the transition as easy as possible for the others," Radue continued. "It's your duty, because you are their leader. Help them to accept it because nothing you or those on the starship can do will change it. Because like you, we also have no choice."

Before Wesley could respond, a woman and a young girl came running in, laughing together. Wesley recognized Alexandra from the Enterprise.

"Where have you been, Rashella?" Radue asked sharply. "Zena and Aran are waiting to take Alexandra."

The woman, Rashella, pulled Alexandra closer. "No."

"No? I told you that she—"

"No, Radue," Rashella interrupted. "They can't have her. I will never let her go."

Mission leaned toward Wesley. "Trouble in paradise? Looks like not everyone's on board with the kidnapping program."

Radue's face tightened with displeasure, but he quickly composed himself. "We will discuss this later." He turned to another Aldean who had been waiting silently. "Duana, please take Wesley and Mission to the learning center."

The woman named Duana nodded, gesturing for them to follow. "This way, please."

She led them to a chamber filled with hexagonal screens on the walls, a single console, and chairs arranged around the perimeter.

"Custodian," Duana called out, "Wesley Crusher's voice will be entered into the authorized file for Third Level clearance."

A disembodied voice responded immediately. "Proceed, Duana."

"Announce yourself to the Custodian," Duana instructed Wesley.

Wesley glanced at Mission, who shrugged slightly.

"Hello, Custodian. I am Wesley Crusher."

"Hello, Wesley. Your voice will now activate Third Level clearance."

"What does that mean?" Wesley asked.

"You may ask any questions you wish."

"Thank you." Wesley turned to Duana. "What does the Custodian do?"

"It frees us from all burden," she explained with reverence. "It takes care of all our needs. It regulates our lives."

Mission circled the room, examining the technology with a practiced eye. "So it's your boss, your babysitter, and your butler all rolled into one."

"Who built it?" Wesley asked, ignoring Mission's commentary.

"The Progenitors."

"When?"

"Oh, hundreds of centuries ago."

"What is its power source?"

Duana looked perplexed. "Wesley, why is that important? It does what we ask it. It always has. What difference does it make how it works?"

"If you don't know how it works, then how can you repair it?"

"Why would we want to repair it?" Duana seemed genuinely confused.

"From time to time, every computer, I mean Custodian, requires maintenance," Wesley explained.

Mission ran her fingers along the edge of the console. "You don't maintain your systems? No wonder you're kidnapping kids. Your society's probably falling apart."

"Wesley, Radue is right," Duana said, frowning. "You ask questions I can't answer. Ask the Custodian instead."

"Custodian, can you show me where Harry is?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Custodian, show me Harry."

A screen activated, showing Harry manipulating some kind of energy tool over a block of wood. Sawdust flew everywhere as he worked.

"I never did this before," Harry exclaimed on the screen. "It's fun!"

"You are going to make him into a sculptor?"

"He already is," Duana said proudly. "He was just never encouraged properly. The tool Leda is giving him will allow him to bring out his visions."

"It will take him years to learn to do that," Wesley pointed out.

"Oh, no. It will happen quite quickly."

Mission narrowed her eyes. "That's not natural."

"Custodian, show me Alexandra," Wesley requested.

The screen shifted to show Alexandra and Rashella playing with a three-dimensional hologram controlled by a joystick.

"Custodian, show me Mason."

"Stop, Custodian," Duana interrupted. "We must work now. There is much to learn."

Wesley noticed a door with an unusual symbol. "What's in there? The power source?"

"I don't know," Duana said, suddenly uncomfortable. "It's forbidden."

While Wesley questioned Duana, Mission had been quietly examining the console. "What about me?" she asked suddenly. "Don't I get assigned to a 'unit' too?"

Duana turned to her with renewed interest. "Yes, of course. The Custodian has already analyzed your aptitudes."

"Let me guess," Mission said dryly. "You want me to slice into security systems and bypass locks?"

"Slice?" Duana looked confused.

"She means computer programming and systems analysis," Wesley explained.

Duana brightened. "Yes! The Custodian identified your exceptional pattern recognition and problem-solving abilities."

"So I'm going from street rat to tech support?" Mission scoffed. "Exciting."

"Your... primitive cunning, as Radue calls it, shows remarkable potential," Duana continued. "With proper refinement, you could master our most advanced systems."

Mission exchanged a glance with Wesley. "Primitive cunning? Nice."

"Talmid is eager to meet you," Duana said. "He's our foremost systems architect and would be your mentor."

"I already had a mentor," Mission said flatly. "His name was Griff, and he abandoned me on Taris when I was twelve. So forgive me if I'm not jumping at another opportunity to be someone's project."

Duana seemed taken aback. "This is different. We want to nurture your talents, help you grow."

"Lady, I've been recruited by gangs before. They always need someone small who can slice security and bypass systems. You're just more sophisticated about it."

"We are nothing like criminals," Duana protested.

"Really?" Mission gestured around. "You kidnapped children, you're holding us against our will, and you're trying to brainwash us into accepting it. Sounds like criminal behavior to me, just with better architecture."

— Star Jumper —

The portal opened into the same large meeting room where the Enterprise officers had been brought the first time. The room was empty, but even if it hadn't been, all a viewer would've seen was a portal open briefly, then close. Tyson stood in the room, invisible. He wore the Adaptive Personal Force Field and Scaling Cloak, both items that were normally part of his Gray Goo Suit, but his suit had been lent out.

He wasn't alone.

Nearby were Dr. Crusher and Commander Riker. Both hidden and cloaked. Commander Riker wore Tyson's Gray Goo Suit, while Vicky herself was being worn by Dr. Crusher, like a second Gray Goo Suit.

"Everyone alright?" Tyson asked. The Scaling Cloak prevented their voices from escaping, but Vicky had linked them through to Tyson's combadge.

"Operational," Riker confirmed.

"This is... extraordinary," Crusher murmured.

"Vicky will guide you through the tricorder within the suit," Tyson explained.

He reached out with his senses, feeling for Wesley or Mission's presence.

"Sensors indicate twenty-three life forms on this level," Riker reported, reading information from his suit's display. "Most concentrated in the eastern section."

"Any match our children's biosignatures?" Crusher asked.

"Seven potential matches," Riker confirmed.

Tyson closed his eyes, extending his awareness through the Force. "They're frightened, but unharmed." He pointed toward a corridor. "This way."

They moved silently through the doorway, their cloaking technology rendering them completely invisible. Ahead, men approached. The team pressed against the wall, and the aliens passed without pause, engaged in conversation.

They continued through the complex, passing several more aliens. Tyson felt a ripple in the Force, a concentration of fear and confusion nearby. "This way," he urged, moving toward another doorway. They entered a corridor lined with doors, each secured with a control panel. Tyson paused at each, extending his senses inside. Most contained equipment or supplies, but the last door... "Here," he whispered. "I sense them."

Riker examined the control panel. "Locked."

Tyson said, "Vicky, can you get us through?"

Following her instructions, the Commander placed his hand against the display. The suit extended microscopic filaments, connecting with the panel. Moments later, the door slid open silently, revealing a spacious room beyond. Inside, they found a group of children from the Enterprise gathered together. They sat in a circle, ranging in age from about four to however old Wesley was, fifteen or sixteen maybe.

Mission was addressing the kids. "Listen up, everyone. These people stole us from our families, and they're lying about why. They can't have children of their own anymore, and they want us to replace the kids they'll never have. We're not students here, we're hostages. And I don't know about you, but I didn't survive the streets of Taris just to become someone else's replacement daughter."

Several children nodded, their faces set with determination. A small boy raised his hand. "What do we do?"

"We make ourselves more trouble than we're worth," Mission said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I already disabled the learning terminals in the east wing. Wesley figured out how to short-circuit their fancy holographic displays."

Wesley nodded. "The educational equipment here is advanced but poorly secured. If we coordinate our efforts, we can systematically disable their teaching tools."

"And that's just the beginning," Mission continued. "When they try to teach us, we pretend not to understand. When they give us tasks, we do them wrong, but not so wrong they notice we're doing it on purpose."

A girl with pigtails spoke up. "I already broke three styluses. They think I'm just clumsy."

The children laughed quietly.

"Remember," Mission said, "we stick together. No one accepts special treatment. No one gets isolated. And we're going home."

"Not bad, you little sewer rat," Tyson said, dropping his cloak. "I should've known you wouldn't need my help."

Mission yelped, jumping back in surprise before recognition dawned. She launched herself into Tyson's arms. "I knew you'd come get us out of here, but just so you know, I don't need you. I can handle myself."

"I know," Tyson said, catching her easily. "But Big Z wouldn't stop his wookie grumbling, so I had to fast-track your rescue."

Commander Riker and Dr. Crusher dropped their cloaks, too. Wesley rushed to his mother, embracing her tightly.

"Mom!" Wesley's voice cracked with emotion.

"Wesley," Dr. Crusher held her son close. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Wesley assured her. "We all are. They've been treating us well, just... keeping us here."

Riker addressed the group of children, who stared at the adults with wide eyes and open mouths. "Everyone, stay calm. We're taking you home."

"Commander Riker!" A young boy exclaimed. "How did you find us?"

"We never stopped looking," Riker said, kneeling to meet the children at eye level. "The Enterprise doesn't abandon her own."

"Are we going to fight our way out?" asked an excited eight-year-old boy.

Riker smiled. "No need for fighting today. We have something better." He raised his hand, and a shimmering doorway appeared in the center of the room; a portal directly to the Enterprise bridge.

"Quickly now," Crusher urged, guiding the children toward the portal. "Single file, stay together."

The children moved through the portal with practiced efficiency, clearly following protocols they'd been taught for emergency situations. Wesley helped the younger ones, lifting a toddler who couldn't manage the slight step up into the portal.

"Mission," Tyson said, "you're next."

She hesitated. "What about you?"

"I'll be right behind you," Tyson assured her.

Dr. Crusher gave Tyson a questioning look before stepping through the portal with Wesley. Riker followed after the last child, pausing at the threshold.

"Commander?" he asked.

"I'll be along shortly," Tyson said. "I want to confirm what Mission said."

Riker nodded and stepped through. Vicky streamed off him; his contribution to the mission was over, and he no longer needed her assistance.

Immediately, once the children and away team were on the Enterprise, Captain Picard ordered the ship out of the system, leaving Tyson on the surface.

It wasn't long before the Aldeans realized. The custodian's voice echoed through the complex, informing the leaders not only of the children's absence but also that the Enterprise had left the system.

"Sensors indicate an unauthorized presence in the central meeting chamber," the custodian added, its disembodied voice calm despite the crisis.

Radue, the Aldean leader, rushed toward the meeting room with Rashella and several other council members following close behind. The doors slid open to reveal Tyson lounging in one of their chairs, his boots propped casually on the polished table surface. He twirled a small Aldean artifact between his fingers, examining it with exaggerated interest.

"You!" Radue's face flushed with anger. "You took the children!"

Tyson set the artifact down gently and looked up, his expression untroubled. "Took? More like I freed them, liberated them from you, returned them to their parents." He counted each point on his fingers. "All of the above are true and sound better than what you accuse me of. Don't compare my methods to yours."

Rashella stepped forward, her face etched with desperation. "You've doomed us. Our civilization will die without those children."

"No," Tyson replied, swinging his feet off the table and standing. "I'm here to help you."

"Help us?" Radue scoffed. "After stealing away our only hope?"

"Your only hope?" Tyson's voice hardened. "Those children weren't yours to take. They have families, lives, futures of their own." He paced around the table, studying the Aldeans. "Your problem isn't a lack of children. The issue is that you can't have children. You're infertile."

The Aldean leaders exchanged uncomfortable glances. Rashella's shoulders slumped. "We know. But the custodian can't fix us."

"The custodian is a computer system, not a medical professional," Tyson said. "It can't solve biological problems beyond its programming."

"And you can?" Radue challenged.

Tyson nodded confidently. "I could fix any medical condition that's making you infertile."

The Aldeans stared at him in disbelief. Centuries of technological dependence had left them skeptical of any solution the custodian couldn't provide.

"How?" Rashella asked hopefully.

"Your infertility isn't natural. It's radiation poisoning from your planetary shield. The same shield that's been hiding you for thousands of years has been slowly killing you." Tyson walked to the window, gesturing toward the horizon. "Your shield creates radiation that has sterilized your population and will eventually kill you all if it's not addressed."

"The shield protects us," Radue insisted.

"The shield is killing you," Tyson countered. "And I can prove it. Your medical technology might be advanced, but you've forgotten how to use it properly. You've become so dependent on the custodian that you've lost the ability to solve problems yourselves."

"If what you say is true, why would you help us? After what we did?" Duana asked.

"Because you're not evil. You're desperate. Desperate people make terrible decisions." He paused. "But you still kidnapped children, so don't think I'm letting you off easy."

Radue's expression hardened. "What do you want in return?"

Tyson smiled widely, settling back into the chair. "Let's negotiate."

Radue leaned forward, his weathered hands clasped tightly on the polished table surface. The other Aldean council members sat in a semicircle, their faces a mixture of skepticism and desperate hope.

"Forgive us if we require more than just your word."

Tyson nodded, understanding their caution. "Fair enough." He pulled out a medical tricorder and placed it on the table. "This scanner confirms elevated radiation levels in all of you, consistent with long-term exposure."

Duana, the eldest council member, reached for the device with trembling fingers. "The custodian never indicated any danger."

"Because it wasn't programmed to look for it," Tyson explained. "Your ancestors created a magnificent shield, but they didn't anticipate the side effects over centuries of continuous use."

Rashella's eyes widened with realization. "That's why our medical technology couldn't help us."

"Exactly. You were treating symptoms without addressing the cause." Tyson leaned back in his chair. "I can treat the radiation damage in my Medical Bay. You'll be fertile again and still be able to use your shield, though it'll need modifications to prevent further exposure."

The council members exchanged glances, a spark of hope igniting among them.

"What do you want in return?" Radue asked, his voice cautious but eager.

"I want schematics for three technologies. Your planetary shield, your cloaking system, and your repulsor beam." Tyson counted off on his fingers. "Complete technical specifications, not simplified versions."

Radue frowned. "These are our most guarded secrets, the foundation of our security."

"And they're killing you," Tyson countered. "I'm offering to save your civilization. In exchange, I want the knowledge."

The council members whispered among themselves, their debate intense but brief.

"We would need assurances this knowledge won't be used against us," Duana said.

"You have my word," Tyson replied. "And I'll add something else to sweeten the deal. I have people who might be interested in learning your culture, your arts, and your history. Some might even choose to stay, if you're willing."

Rashella's expression brightened. "New blood. New ideas."

"Exactly. You've already shown you're willing to accept outsiders," Tyson noted. "This way, they come willingly."

Radue nodded slowly. "The knowledge transfer is acceptable, given the circumstances. And we welcome cultural exchange with those who respect our ways."

"There's one more thing," Tyson added. "I'd like to establish a station in orbit, within the range of your shield."

The reaction was immediate. Every council member straightened, their expressions hardening.

"Absolutely not," Radue said firmly. "No orbital presence. That is non-negotiable."

Tyson studied their unified response. "I see this is a sensitive point. How about a compromise? A ship, docked on the surface of your planet instead?"

The tension in the room eased slightly as the council members exchanged glances.

"What purpose would this ship serve?" Duana asked.

"Medical treatment, primarily," Tyson explained. "Rather than creating a permanent portal to my Medical Bay on your planet, the ship would serve as a treatment facility. It's more secure for both of us, and I don't have to worry about unauthorized access to my Personal Reality."

Radue considered this, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "A surface vessel would be... acceptable. Provided it remains under our territorial jurisdiction."

"Of course," Tyson agreed. "It would be docked at a location of your choosing, with protocols for both our security."

Rashella leaned forward. "These treatments, how long would they take? Would they be painful?"

"The treatments are non-invasive," Tyson assured her. "Treatment time is based on the severity of the injury, but for something like this, hours maybe? The more severe cases might require longer treatment, but nothing that would disrupt your daily lives significantly."

"And you guarantee results?" Radue pressed.

"I guarantee them temporarily. If we don't repair your shield, then it will require repeat treatments," Tyson replied.

The council members conferred quietly among themselves before Radue spoke again.

"We accept your terms, with one addition," he said. "We want your help modifying our shield to eliminate the radiation risk. If you truly understand the technology enough to want its schematics, you should be capable of helping us improve it."

Tyson smiled. "That was always part of the deal. I wouldn't leave you with a half-solution."

"Then we have an agreement," Radue extended his hand across the table.

Tyson took it firmly. "We do. I'll need to return to my ship. In the meantime, I suggest you begin compiling the technical specifications we discussed."

"How soon can treatments begin?" Rashella asked, unable to hide the eagerness in her voice.

"Within forty-eight hours," Tyson promised.

Duana, who had remained quiet through most of the negotiation, finally spoke. "You understand that if this fails, our civilization dies with us."

"You have nothing to worry about. I can deliver what I promised."

"Very well," Radue stood, signaling the end of their discussion.

As the council members filed out, Rashella lingered behind. When they were alone, she approached Tyson.

"Why are you really helping us?" she asked softly. "After what we did, taking those children..."

"Your methods were wrong, but your motives weren't evil. You wanted to preserve something beautiful."

"And the technologies you requested? What will you do with them?"

"I honestly don't have a plan yet." Tyson shrugged. "Knowledge shouldn't die with civilizations, Rashella. It should grow. Plus, who knows when hiding a planet could come in handy? Your civilization lived off the technology for millennia. I'm sure I'll find a use for it." Tyson replied as he stepped through a portal.

Episode: Star Trek The Next Generation - When The Bough Breaks Complete!

+200 RP

Reality Points: 850

— Star Jumper —

Tyson

Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy, Officer (Inquisitor, Commander), Displaced

Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)

Character Points: 350, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]

Reality Points: 850

Ship Points: 2650 [650 Mirror Universe]

Credits: 115,350

Status Effects: (none)

Drawbacks:

Gauntlet (Locked)

Ensign Marty Stu

A Simple Re'Q'uest

Hybrid (Betazoid)

Amok Time/Blood Fever

Outlawed

Divine Voyeur

Black Coat Society

Alien Threat

The Science Directorate Has Determined...

Spoils of War

Perks:

Cosmic Awareness

Out of Nowhere

Going Native

Live and Let Live

This is (Not?) Rocket Science

Kinda Bland

Determinator

Painted On

Snakeskin

Adaptable

Duelist

Master with your Hands

Best of the Best

Everything Is A Weapon

Augment

Force Specialization: Intelligence

Tactical Info

Sever Force

Specialty: Operations; Sub-Specialties (Communications, Engineering, Piloting)

Speedy Promotions

Untainted

Q This

We Are Still Starfleet

Fit For Duty: Command Division - Expert Ship Tactics and Combat, Expert Ship Command

Change The Present

Items:

Laser Blade

Spacesuit

Agony Booth

Cloaking Minefield

Lightsaber

Gray Goo Suit

Transwarp Beam Equation

Iconic Item: Iconic Interceptor

Evidence Of Integrity

Dressed For Success And Murder

Companions:

(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin: Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation, Origin: AI, Origin: Elite, Memory Banks, Social Algorithms, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Security Features, Quantum Locked BUS, Adaptive Personal Force Field, False Star Forge.

T'Pol: Access Key, Origin: Rubber Forehead, Origin: Elite, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Distinct Feature, Everone Likes Green Chicks, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Protector Drones, Space Elf, Space Wizard, Symbol

D'Lavina

Inquisitor Troi: Origin: Manipulator, Aesthetics Of Success, Enticing, Un-Intendant Consequences, The Living Proof That Fate Is Real

Personal Reality:

Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)

Control Room (Your Robots, Maintenance Systems)

Security System (Force Wall, Partition Plan, Detainment)

Antechamber

Warehouse

High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic, Star Trek Mirror Universe)

Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab, The Counseling Bay)

Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, A Little Less Basic Nutrition, A Lot Less Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Luxury Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)

Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal, Portal Aperature x4)

The Mystical Menagerie

Guardian's Greenhouse

Ship Sections (Cryo-Chambers)

Personal Mini-Reality (The Village, Wildlife for Your Wild Life, The Meaning of Life)

Digital Extranet (Voice Over Wharehous Protocol Cellular Service)

The Semi-Secret Garden (Parkland Paradise, Meditation Corners)

A Range Of Ranges

Pilot Simulator

The Library Jumpxandria (Digital Database, A Classy Classroom

GYM-NICE-IUM (Gym-Nasty-Um, Gym-Classy-Um)

Spaceships:

Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)

Sith Interceptor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Bridge Upgrade)

Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)

Narada (Ship Size Rating: IV, Artificial Gravity, Alcubierre Drive, Auto-Repair System, Exotic Materials (Nanomaterials), Cargo Bay, Hangar, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Antimatter Reactor, Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite, Deflector Shields, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill)

Interdictor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Artificial Gravity, Hangar, Hyperdrive, Fusion Reactor, Navigation Suite, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Jump Suppression Field, Beam Weapons, Follower Crew)

False Star Forge (Destroyed - Respawn on 05/01/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Station, A.I. Core, Entertainment Deck, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Modular, Secure, Nanite Shroud)

Symbol (Ship Size Rating: II, Station, Distributed, Battery Banks, Physical Armor, Beam Weapons, Gravitic Shields, Exotic Materials: Crystal, A.I. Core, Modular, Inertialess Drive)

Iconic Interceptor (Ship Size Rating: IV) (General Upgrades: Articial Gravity, Auto-Repair System, Bridge Upgrade, Modular, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Exotic Materials: Crystal, Secure) (Sections: Cargo Bay, Cryo-Chambers, Hangar x3, Living Quarters, Production Lines, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Saucer separation) (Controls: A.I. Core, Distributed, Synapses) (Crew: Follower Crew, 'Hardened' crew, Automated Ship) (Propulsion: Alcubierre Drive: Warp Drive x2, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Hyperdrive, Inertialess Drive) (Reactors: Battery Banks, Reinforced Power Systems, Fusion Reactor, Antimatter Reactor, Negentropy Reactor) (Sensors: Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite, Tachyon Sensors) (Shields: Physical Armor, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Gravitic Shields, Jump Suppression Field) (Utilities: Docking Port, Entertainment Deck, Holodeck, Transporter Room, Clarktech Matter Printer, Medical Facilities, Laboratory Space) (Weapons: Beam Weapons: Disruptors, Beam Weapons: Phasers, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Spinal Phaser Lance, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Spiral Wave Disruptor, Missiles: Photon Torpedoes, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Rapid Fire Photon Torpedo Launchers, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill), Nanite Shroud, Reach: Tractor Beam)

ISS Enterprise-D (Ship Size Rating: III - Heavy Cruiser), Artificial Gravity, Cargo Bay, Alcubierre Drive, Antimatter Reactor, Navigation Suite, Deflector Shields, Beam Weapons: Disruptors, Medical Facilities, Laboratory Space, Holodeck, Hangar Bay x2, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Saucer separation, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Spinal Phaser Lance, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Rapid Fire Photon Torpedo Launchers, 'Hardened' crew.

Galor-Class Destroyer (Ship Size Rating: III - Light Cruiser), Artificial Gravity, Alcubierre Drive, Antimatter Reactor, Navigation Suite, Deflector Shields, Directed Energy Weapons: Disruptors, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations, Non-Specialized Ship Alterations: Spiral Wave Disruptor, Warp Drive x2, Reinforced Power Systems, Torpedo Launchers: Photon Torpedo, Sensors: Tachyon Sensors, Reach: Tractor Beam)