Toys. We all have toys. Let it be plastic figures, cards, plastic balls, video games, and so on. We all cherish and feel nostalgia when facing our toys again after several decades. Me? Well, perhaps I will show myself in a little bit, dear reader. I materialized on the bridge in 2371 right across from Jean-Luc Picard. I was leaning against a rail struggling to keep myself straight. I heard a gasp straight out of Deanna's mouth followed by the usual demand "Get off my ship,Q!" This just goes to show how toys can often be mad at their owners or let it be friends. They do not bother to notice the physical state the usual-arch-enemy is in.
I straightened myself up.
"Judge Q, preferably," I said. "Mon capitaine."
"Why are you here?" Jean-Luc asked.
"Captain, he is wounded." Deanna said.
I snapped my fingers making her go blind and changed everyone's perception about my physical appearance.
To them I was standing upright not cowering forward with one hand pressed against my thigh stopping the flow of Q energy.
"Is that true?" Jean-Luc asked.
"No," I lied. "Not true."
In a white flash appeared Q.
The Q recently lost a friend named Q due to the Q Judges decision.
"Ah, here to stop me, Judge Q?" Q asked.
I stepped forward using a walking stick (That wasn't be able to see by the naked eye) with a frown.
"You are breaking the rules,Q," I said. "And you will be judged by the others in the most cruel way possible."
"What others?" Q asked, smugly. "I got rid of them."
I could sense the power of darkness inside of him.
"No. . ." I said. "You didn't."
"Yes, I did," Q said. "You are the only one in my way of getting rid of the last Q Judge toy. The birth universe of your beloved has been . . . lets say. . . demolished."
Q held his hand up to snap his fingers.
John-Luc, I thought,I love you.
I stepped in the way of Q.
Q snapped his fingers.
The hit struck me, rather than Jean-Luc, square in the chest. I had to contain this mess . . . I had to . . . I had to go into preserve mode to repair the massive damage caused in my birth universe affecting at least several thousand hundred planets. I fell to my knees feeling the pain I had only felt as a human. Then I came to my side on the floor where my view grew dark and dim followed by shouting. This shouting sounded concerned. Then it grew into anger. Pure hot anger that could have come from a supernova.
"Q!" I heard John-Luc's voice.
I had other matters to attend to so I left my shell and went on to repair the extensive damage.