Le Qtis of Borg

[Captain Dusk Rose]

((Specific Cast:
(Other people can join in and the people listed can play more characters than specified if they wish
Picard/Dr. Crusher/Geordi/Hugh: Penny
Q: C
Data/Hugh: E
Riker: Danny
Deanna Troi/: Beck))

Geordi shook his head with a sigh.

“I’m sorry Captain, it’s impossible to get any clear readings on anything down there, this atmosphere does not want to cooperate with our sensors.”

Riker stood behind him, looking at the computer panel intently.

“What about a landing party, would it be possible to beam down there?”

“Beaming down shouldn’t be a problem, it’s getting back up that we gotta worry about! If you lost contact with the ship you’d be on your own down there.”

Riker smiled wryly.
“Sounds like an away mission with Captain Kirk!” He commented with a slight chuckle.

“As honorable as the intentions of Captain James T. Kirk, following his example isn’t exactly to be advised. He violated the prime directive so many times one would think it hadn’t yet been invented.” Captain Picard replied, moving beside Riker to view the computer himself. Riker fell silent.

[Captain Dusk Rose]

"And indeed, it had not." A flash of light, similar to that of a ship entering warp blinded the bridge temporarily. As the flare faded, Q stood in its place, smiling pleasantly, "Ah, Jean-Luc, how good to see you again. And how has my favourite captain been doing?" Q paused, then amended, "My favourite other captain, that is." He chose not to add that Janeway could be a dreadful bore at times.
How has my favourite captain been doing?"

"Q!" Riker glared, Picard held up a hand to silence him.
"What are you doing here, Q?" Picard asked, already massaging his temples.

"Why, is that any way to greet an old friend? I dropped by to see how you were doing. Do I need another reason?" Q sounded both indignant, slightly miffed and feigned hurt. Such manners were expected of a Klingon, not a starfleet officer!

"Indeed, an old friend who puts the lives of the entire crew in jeopardy every time we have the misfortune of having him aboard."

"Oh come now, Jean-Luc. You don't actually think I'd allow you to be killed, do you?" Q paused, and considered, "You know, I've always wondered if you would react quite so coldly if I were a woman. Would you be this rude to a lady, Jean-Luc?" For a wonder, he didn't actually appear in drag, or change his apperance.

"That depends, would a Q in any other form still bring as much trouble?”

"Possibly not." Q shrugged, seemingly bored with the thread of the conversation, "I think a new look is in order though, don't you Jean-Luc?" He snapped his fingers, "Behold!" A long, thin beard in a cross between a proverbial Chinese sage's and goatee appeared on his face. "Something's missing... ah." He snapped his fingers again, and suddenly, his uniform was replaced with gold, in the style of the Mirror-verse's. For added flourish, a cloak appeared at his shoulders, "What do you think? I find it quite dashing, myself. Oh, don't look so disgusted, Jean-Luc; we both know you detest me wearing red." Admiring the sleeves for a moment, he looked up and waited for Piccard to answer.

"Because it was a uniform that you did not deserve to wear. Perhaps this one is more reflective of your character."
"Captain I've seen uniforms like this before in the ship's databanks, a Captain's uniform...from the mirror verse."
"I am already familiar with that report, Number One." Picard sat down in the Captain's chair, pulling his shirt straight in one deliberate motion.
"What do you want this time Q? The Enterprise is on an important mission and she cannot afford to have her Captain sitting around engaged in idle conversation with a terrorist!"

"A terrorist? Moi? Why, Jean-Luc, you wound me. Besides, it's 'Evil Lord Q' to you, not 'Q'." Q decided, and suddenly, no one was able to address him as 'Q' any longer, only 'Evil Lord Q'.

"Well then 'Evil Lord Q' you may address me, as Captain Picard. And I command you to leave this vessel."

"You? You are in no position to make demands." Q switched places with Picard, and now sat in his seat. Not especially caring for Riker either, he put Riker in his quarters. "There, much better. Now we can speak man to man." The rest of the bridge also ended up in their quarters. "You see, I was thinking," Q tsked musing, "I would like to write a book, but I've not got the inspiration. I was thinking that you, Jean-Luc, would be the star, and I, Evil Lord Q, would be the unlikely villain who saves the day against the evil Starfleet capain."

"You haven't matured one bit since our last encounter. You'd think an 'all-knowng', 'all-powerful' creature such as yourself would find better means of amusing himself."

"Well, what did you expect? Come now, Jean-Luc," he deliberately ignored Picard's insistence for 'captain', "the world is a stage, and we are but the players." Sniffing, he adjusted his shirt sleeve as if it were too tight, "I think a book would be a wonderful idea; After all, you have your holodecks. Think of it: you, the only human to truly be immortalized." Q paused, "I suppose you'll need sufficient motivation for this task, to 'prove' to you I have 'matured'. Oh very well, name something you'd like. Not too outrageous, mind you. A solar system, or new technological advance; I'll grant it to you."

"All I ask is for you to leave me, my crew and my ship alone."

"Yes, well, where's the fun in that? Besides," Q warned, "You need me."

Picard raised his eyebrows in exasperation.
“And why is that I need you this time?”


((posted with C~))

[Captain Dusk Rose]

Picard raised his eyebrows in exasperation.
“And why is that I need you this time?”

"Why, Jean-Luc, the universe is a big place. Who knows what could be out there? Without me watching out for you, why, you might run into something larger than you could handle."

"That is the risk I accepted when I enlisted in Starfleet, but if you really intend to protect me you can do so by saving me from yourself." The Captain leaned on a nearby computer console, glaring at the intruder in the Captain's chair.

"Oh, very well, but Jean-Luc, you'll miss me." Q paused, "You're not even a little tempted?"

"Not in the slightest, now leave us."

"All right, but I should warn you, there's an amarda of Klingon-Romulan battlecruisers on an intercept approach." Q didn't move. Yet.

" 'Klingon-Romulan'?" Picard didn't look amused or convinced.

"What, you didn't think this uniformw as for show, did you?" Q looked at Picard as he might a naive child, with parental disapproval and disappointment heavy in his words.

'I can't believe this.'
"Isn't everything a show with you, Q?"

"Why no, Jean-Luc, not at all. A good parent tries to teach his children valuable lessons. A teacher instructs a student in morality, consquences. Oh, they're expecting you to hail them when they arrive. If you don't, they'll be disappointed."

"Stop these childish games, Q! Do something constructive with your time for Christ's sake." The Captain's hands balled into fists.

For a moment, Q wondered why he was no longer being addressed as 'Evil Lord Q', then shrugged it off. "A game? This is no game - why, my dear Jean-Luc, this would be a game."
A Romulean Battlecruiser appeared in front of the Enterprise, and the two ships' crews were switched. "Who is the first to retake their ship?"

"Q!" Picard spun around, looking at the Romulan cruiser filled with his own crew.

"Oh stop complaining." Q waved his hand, and the holodeck simulation finished. "There, you see, nothing to concern yourself over."

"What do you want from me? I'm tired of your silly...games." He slowed, hoping for no more physical interpretations of his words.

"I told you: I wish to write a book, and I want you to star in it. I could just write it, but where's the fun in that? No, I want you to live my book."

The muscles in Picard's jaw moved.
"If I help you with your little book, will you allow my crew to continue the mission?"

"Oh, nonsense Jean-Luc. You'll get back to your mission soon enough. Think of it as a 'vacation'. Something different; have a little fun for a change. Why so serious?"

(OOC: "I HAVEN'T HAD MY TEA YET Q!")

"Well it doesn't exactly appear that you are going to give me a choice."

"Oh, there's always a choice. Incidently, your tea is waiting for you." Q nodded towards the ready room. "Think it over; let me know what you think. You might even have fun."

Picard sighed heavily, sitting back in his chair and running his hand along his face.
He keyed the communcator on the arm of the Captain's chair.
"All crew members...back to your stations."

((Also posted with ze C))

[Beckster]

((( Apologies ahead of time for being out of character... posted at 3 am.)))

Henry looked around his quarters. He was just in a Jeffry's tube. . .? Why was he now on all fours in the middle of his bedroom floor??? Odd. . . He shrugged and went back to engineering.

~~

Miranda was a bit shocked by her sudden appearance in her quarters, but figured not to panic. Apparently they had a frequently visiting intruder on the bridge, at least she'd JUST finished her work moments before it happened, so it only saved her walk back to her quarters. She got tea from the replicator and sat on her bed. "Please enter," Miranda said when she was notified someone was at the door.

"Seems we have an intruder. Q does like to pester the Captain," Troi said as she entered. "He says he wants to talk to him in private. I'm curious what he has in store for us this time."

Miranda turned to get up. "Seriously. Do you want tea or anything?" She smiled when Troi laughed. "Hey, it's an auto-response to someone entering the room."

"No, it's quite alright, I had tea before I came here." Troi smiled at how tense Miranda had become. "It seems something is bothering you."

"Not at all, just. . . bein' me," Miranda grinned uneasily. "I don't even know why I say stuff like that, you know what's really going on anyway." She laughed a little louder than she meant to from nervousness. "I'm not bothered I'm just painstakingly shy."

"Not around the rest of the crew," Troi smiled and got up and sat beside Miranda on the bed. "It's been quite a while now, why is it you still get so nervous when I come here?"

Miranda's smile widened, "Um. Why ask what you know?" She giggled again. "Seriously, I know I'm being really obvious right now." She made a squeaking sound when Troi leaned on her. With a sigh, she just accepted what was happening. "Sorry about that," She said, her voice a little shaky. Taking advantage of the moment she put an arm over Troi's shoulder and pulled her closer.

"This isn't so bad is it?" Troi said with a smirk. "I was a little worried you didn't mean what you've said," she teased.

"Well, now that I know nothing bad is going to happen to me. . ." Miranda didn't laugh anymore, but with her free hand pulled Troi onto her lap.

"Who said something bad would happen to you?"

"My irrational subconscious," Miranda couldn't help but feel rather excited, she sighed. "I think I'm going to ignore it for now," She moved a little closer, but didn't want to move too quickly so she wouldn't ruin the moment. Her heart raced when Troi moved in for a kiss.

[Beckster]

((Warning... sex ;D ;D))

The air rippled as the two crewmates kissed. Rippled invisibly, but rippled nonetheless. The air disruption around it was slight, but it had moved. There were no signs of a telltale transporter, cloaked or uncloaked. The doors had not opened either.

Troi pulled away and glanced around the room. ". . . Does it feel like someone else is here?"

Miranda looked confused, but then noticed it a bit too. "Yeah, actually. I don't remember letting anyone in before you came and the doors haven't opened since, I dunno what . . ."

"Q?" Troi asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Yes?" Q answered sweetly, appearing on a deck, one leg tucked over the other. Surprisingly enough, he'd answered first time.

"May I ask what you are here for?" Troi moved so she now sat on the bed beside Miranda again. Miranda remained silent.

"Well, I was just passing by and I saw that you had... deviated. My, my, what will dear Will say? Or Worf, for that matter? Mind you," Q looked at Miranda, "You shouldn't even be here." He paused, "I must be in a mirrored-mirrorverse." He was still wearing the mirrorverse's uniform, with the sword rather than the wreath, and gold rather than red. It was still dashing.

Miranda looked confused. "Why should I not be here?" Troi decided not to answer his questions.

"Because, my dear," Q said primly, "Some things are just not meant to be." Another pause, "But they are an... interesting opportunity. You mortals are so interesting to study." He grinned boyishly, "Don't let me stop you." He snapped his fingers, "I believe, this is where you'd be had I not interrupted..."

Troi's clothes were gone, scattered carelessly on the floor, as if thrown in the heat of passion. There was a distinct... scent in the air; it suddenly felt hotter. Both women felt a flush cup around them, their biological urges flaring. Miranda's uniform was half undone, as if waiting for Troi to finish the job.

Miranda shook, it was so hard not to continue what Q had started, but just the fact that he was there she was able to resist. Forcing her gaze from Troi, who turned so she didn't feel so exposed with the intruder in the room, she glared at Q, "If you don't mind, I would prefer you left."

"Well, I could leave, but what if dear Will comes in? Or Worf? You need someone to stand by and watch the door, and besides," Q smiled his most charming smile, "I've never seen you engage with another woman before."

"I'm pretty sure that won't be necessary as I do have a choice of whether or not I let anyone into my quarters," Miranda replied, hitting him would be a nice feeling right now.

"Ah, but you see, dear Willie has the command codes to override any door on the ship." Q paused, then shrugged, "If he didn't before, he certainly does now."

"Q, please don't," Troi was disgusted being at Q's mercy. She glanced at Miranda, but didn't say anything else.

"Seriously! Not cool," Miranda was getting more irritable by the minute. It was also getting harder for her to resist Troi, but she couldn't make any moves with Q in the room.

"Please don't what exactly? I'm not a human, you know. I'd be aware of this anyway. I know how you mortals react to - 'peeping toms', so I chose forewarning first."

Q smiled, "No, not at all cool; quite steamy, in fact." he flicked his finger and pointed smoothly, "Love should have music, don't you think?" Classical began to play, "No, too Jean-Luc. Hmm..." then Klingon Opera, "Too Worf. Oh, what do you think, Troi? Risian love-tunes?"

"I think you should be on your way, if you would be so kind . . ." Troi responded, though a little fearful of Q coming up with another nerve-wracking plan.

"Well, if you insist, but..." He gave Troi a long look, "I can still hear you." He tapped his head, "You Betazoids broadcast more loudly than the humans. If you'd rather you showed me through your eyes, well... I doubt dear Will would be happy. But, if you insist..." He snapped his fingers again, and both women were upright in bed. Miranda had yet to be indecent. Pausing, Q added, "Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to be a boy, Miranda? Or you, Troi? I can arrange that, you know. Anything you like." He smiled knowingly.

"I prefer to stay as I am, thank you," Miranda took a deep breath, she looked at Troi, then back at Q, but decided not to say anymore. Troi leaned on Miranda, getting irritated by his constant reminding her of Riker and Worf.

"Oh, you disappoint me." Q's tone took on a slightly disapproving, slightly mocking edge. "Where is your imagination, my dear?" He snapped his fingers; Troi now possessed six slimey tentacles, writhing like snakes, smooth like eels; the suction caps gone. "Or..." he snapped his fingers again, and Miranda had a tail, perfectly moulded and in her colouring, as if it had always been there. "Or..." he snapped his fingers again, and both their busts enlarged enough to be termed 'ripe'. Q smiled, "Sure you don't want to play?"

"I'd rather not. . ." Miranda still glared quite firmly at him. "Especially not by your terms."

"Oh hush; my terms are only that you have fun. What's a Q to do? I offer you things beyond anything your puny minds can imagine - but let me tell you, the fantasies of some girls, those half your age; what they write in their datapads for the universe to see, my! it would turn a borg white, if they weren't so pasty already. Well, it's lucky you're not one of those, I suppose. Spoilt princesses the lot of them. Wouldn't know a good man if he walked by her face." He didn't take his 'gifts' away yet.

"I'm afraid I have better things to be doing in my free time," Miranda said, but a small smirk crossed her face at the datapad comment. That's what they carried those around for. . .

Troi buried her face in her hands. "Q, please stop this, I'm quite finished with it."

"Oh very well." Q waved his hand and the 'additions' disappeared; the 'modifications' stayed. "These are freebies, if you want them." He shrugged; it was of no consequence to him. Then he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Miranda looked shocked when Troi started to cry. She hugged her, but it didn't last much longer. She kissed Troi passionately, her hands ran over her body, then she grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. Troi responded by slipping Miranda's top down the rest of the way and Miranda worked her way out of it, now pinning Troi to the bed. Miranda kissed Troi's neck and worked her way down . . .

Q of course, had appeared outside the bulkhead window and was watching the entire thing. When the finale arrived, well, he pointed and both women gasped as they never had before. Q's little parting present. Then they heard his voice murmur in their ears, "Well, I had to have something to do while Jean-Luc makes up his mind."

Next on the hit-list was the USS Enterprise's name. Q added a 'Qu' to the front, shifting USS to the side. The letters were bigger, bolder, and far less black than before. In fact, they glowed. So brightly that any nearby ship would recognise the Enterprise on their scanners as 'Quenterprise'.

Next up: engineering.