. . 2464. . .
. . September 17th . . . 7:49 PM. . .
It was difficult doing saucer separation but they managed to pull it off. The saucer section, full of civilian lives, went back in the direction of safety out of the Horseceons way. The battle section fired at the Horseceons drawing their attentions with help from the alternate original Enterprise. A thousand lives some less lives were spared. Jean-Luc had Alexander be taken aboard the saucer section to make sure it gets there without a hitch. He would live longer unlike his grandfather. The Enterprise-H trembled as the blasts struck her hull.
The Romulan tacticle officer, who turned out to be named Matthew Hendricks, stayed behind with Jean-Luc.
The battle section was beyond sticking around.
"We're going to explode." Hendricks said.
Jean-Luc remembered those words.
"I will see you one of these days and you won't be able to do a thing about it." Q2 had said.
"My god." Jean-Luc said.
"What?" Hendricks asked.
"He is here." Jean-Luc said.
"Who, Admiral?" Hendricks asked.
"Q2 is here." Jean-Luc said.
A bolt of electricity struck Hendricks back,electrocuting him and electrifying his brain like burned turkey, knocking the corpse to the floor. Was this how he will go? A old man--Then the battle bridge suddenly turned pitch black and the Enterprise was sent free falling sideways. Data was aboard the saucer section being tended to by Doctor Blake. Jean-Luc was knocked back landing on the floor without his wheelchair apparently halfway out. He saw the explosions of light. He heard voices where there shouldn't be. Voices snapping back and forth.
"Pick him up and send him to the other Enterprise!"
"I am not a servant and I do not surrend--"
"You are not surrendering, Klingon, you are aiding in the survival of a man who shouldn't die on THIS ENTERPRISE!"
"What is the point if he dies on the other Enterprise?"
He heard a silence.
"Years and years of living; you are right back to the state you were in when you first stepped aboard this ship!"
Jean-Luc could hear a growl.
"But this isn't the same ship."
There was a irritated and frustrated sigh.
"Do you want to pose a unexpected attack on the Horseceons?"
"A ambush, yes."
"If we do that then this ship will be . . . Fine," He could picture the speaker throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "You are the ghost of pointlessinisim!"
"I am the ghost of courage and honor."
"Yeah, maybe you should be called the ghost of pointlessisim instead."
Then Jean-Luc recognized that Klingon voice to Mr Worf.
Worf. . .
"We can use our residual energy to shoot back," Came what sounded to be Deanna's voice. "We have enough force to do it."
Jean-Luc felt as though someone picked him up.
"Brilliant idea, Mrs Riker!" The speaker had clapped.
Then Jean-Luc blacked out. There were ghosts materializing in the battle bridge namely those who had served on the bridge with Jean-Luc Picard on the Enterprise-D. The falling battle section of the Enterprise came to a stop. The power in the room returned. The panels in the battle bridge glowed as though formulating a field of blue energy above the screens. In the two chairs across from the captain's chair appeared two figures. A tall figure had Jean-Luc's unconscious body in their arms then headed out of the battle room.
Q materialized in the captain's chair with legs crossed and his hands on the arm rest.
"Enterprise to Admiral Picard," Came Kirk. "Do you have anyone else alive aboard?"
"Jean-Luc Picard is the only soul being taken to the Transporter, and so far alive," Q said. "So no."
The screen flickered to life revealing Captain Kirk.
"But you are dead!" Kirk said.
"Dead but not boring as your silver lady is," Q said, then he smiled. "Did you miss me?"
"No, not really," Kirk said. "We did not."
"Too bad, once you are familiar to me any other Q more 'strictly at their game' would be fire to your mouths and I would be preferable," Q said. "Oh," He rubbed his forehead leaning to his right leaning his head down toward his knee. "I have been around Neelix for too long."
"Did you plan this entire battle?" Kirk asked.
"No, I wouldn't celebrate the end of my captain's life this way," Q said. "It would have been a massive party full of cheer, roses, familiar faces, a million panicked races searching for a way to get out of the obnoxious crowd, captains here and there wondering who the hell transported them to this unfamiliar location, and Vulcans trying to find logic in how they were yanked from their homes. Quite cheery," he rubbed his fingers together. "I am a ghost. My humor has gone dry over the . . ." He mentally counted in his head. "Ninety-eight years dead."
"Q." Kirk said, with eyes narrowed.
"Riker is taking him to the transporter and we will do everything everything we can to stall them," Worf's voice came over. "He must be beamed to Sick Bay!"
"Who is that?" Kirk asked.
"Klingon, ally of the Federation, the one I told you about," Q said. "Today is the day Jean-Luc may or may not die. . . That is all I can give you due to the agreement in place with Riker. Enterprise-H out." Q straightened his legs. "All right,gang, prepare for Operation Picard!"
Five minutes later the Horesceons dived in for the kill.
Only for the Enterprise-H to shoot at them multiple times knocking back the Horseceons at first.
The alternate original Enterprise had suffered damage and lost power to their phaser/torpedo launchers.
The two Horseceon starships went after the much larger battle section (that was considerably larger than the Alternate Enterprise).