Star Trek
		      The Next Generation
		   "No Justice for the Unjust"
		       By AGTE4@aol.com

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used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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	Captain Jean-Luc Picard glanced up from the book at the sound of 
the door chime.
	"Come." Jean-Luc said, standing up to greet his visitor.  The door
of his quarters swished open to reveal the tall figure of Commander William 
Riker.  
	"What can I do for you, number one?" Picard asked as Riker entered,
with a troubled look on his face.  Picard sensed that the commander had 
something on his mind.
	"Well, sir, you were aware of the threat to Outpost 486," Riker 
began uneasily.
	"Yes, the Romulans. I remember the Admiral Vlirak's transmission
the other day.  What happened ?" Picard recalled the look upon the Admiral's
face, which was quite comparable to the expression that Riker now had.
	"Well, I am very sorry sir, but the outpost was...destroyed. Cloaked
Romulan War birds..." Riker looked around quickly, then directed his gaze 
upon the floor of the Captain's quarters.
	"Thank you, number one," Picard hesitated,"If that will be all..."
	"Oh, yes, Captain. Well, try and get some rest. I'm sure Star Fleet 
will want to discuss the matter in the morning." Riker turned away towards 
the door.  He wasn't sure what else he should say.
	"Commander?" Picard asked as the door swished open.
	"Yes?" Riker stood in the door way, lingering akwardly.
	"Was there any survivors ?" Picard asked hopefully.
	"I'm sorry, sir..." Riker stuttered, not wanting to say the
horrible truth to the Captain.
	"Thank you, Will." Picard looked away. Riker exited with a final
glance towards Jean-Luc.  Picard hung his head down, rubbing his forehead. 
He had many academy friends at that outpost. He thought all of the times 
they...
	"No!" Picard thought."Why them ?" He sat down on the bed and, upon 
remembering Will's advice, ensconced himself in the covers and drifted into 
a troubled sleep.
		*		*		*
	The next morning, the bridge was quiet. He could feel the tension in 
the air. His thoughts were interrupted by the deep, gruff, Klingon voice of 
Worf.
	"Captain," Worf informed him,"There is an incoming message from Star
Fleet."
	"I'll take it in my ready room." Picard instructed as he strode 
towards the door ajadcent to the bridge. He eased himself into the chair, 
and composed himself before he pressed the console. A figure appeared on the
screen, with her hands folded, and a famaliar look upon her face.
	"Captain Picard, good to see you," the admiral greeted him.
	"As with you, Admiral Zoren." Picard tried to be patient.
	"I'm sure you have heard about the unfortunate fate of Outpost 486.
A horrible, horrible event." Zoren shook her head.
	"Yes." Picard answered stiffly. He envisioned the faces of his 
colleagues, and had to forcefully pull himself back to reality.
	"Well, there is a state of war between the Federation and the 
Romulans. This...treachery has reached the end of it's path. I knew you 
would want to be one of the first to know...and be on the front line," Zoren
looked on intently to see his expression,"The Enterprise would certainly be 
a valuable asset."
	"Yes, of course, Admiral." Picard said, seeming distracted.
	"Jean-Luc ? Are you all right ?" the Admiral looked worried.
	"Oh, Leena, really. I am fine. We all are understandably upset, I'm
sure." Picard hoped his excuse would be convincing. 
	"Yes,yes, we are. Especially the officials here at Star Fleet 
Headquarters.  Everything is chaos ! This must be the worst event of the 
decade." Zoren closed her bright blue eyes momentarily. 
	"Jean-Luc," she sighed,"This is worse then it looks. I think the 
same thing applies to you..."
	"Really, Zoren. I know the situation, if I could recieve our 
orders..." Picard prompted softly.
	"Oh, yes. Patrol the neutral zone, and report any activity. I want a 
daily report, Jean-Luc, and I need all the information. Star Fleet is 
impatient in these matters." Admiral Zoren straightened up.
	"Thank you, Admiral." Picard imitated her unconciously, 
straightening up in his chair.
	"Yes. And Jean-Luc..." Zoren's look softened.
	"Yes?" Picard asked inquisitivly.
	"Jean-Luc, you don't have to..." Zoren began.
	"I know, but I am going to." Picard abruptly snapped.
	"Okay Captain, but remember I am here for you. Zoren out."
Picard stared at the Federation emblem that replaced the Admiral. Once again
he saw the faces of those who died, twisted in horror as they screamed. He
bear it. He turned his chair towards the large window, and stared out into 
the nothingness. He regretted the way he had reacted to the Admiral, but 
it was done.  He reluctantly picked himself up and headed towards the 
bridge.  
	After his brief annoucement of orders, he explained the situation
to the bridge, emphasizing the need for detailed reports.
	"Especially any traces of cloaked vessels," Jean-Luc continued,
"I was informed of the events that will transcend will be chaotic, and
we must try to remain on our duties, and not a man hunt." There were a few
low toned yes's and nods. Again everyone was quite alarmed, and the bridge
seemed to be silent except for the familiar humming of the computers. 
A voice pierced the silence.
	"Sir, may we speak privately ?" the gentle female voice of
Counselor Deanna Troi spoke up.
	"Yes, of course, Counselor. Number one, you have the bridge." Picard 
gestured towards the ready room doors.  Once they had entered, Deanna's
expression noted her worry.
	"Captain, is everything all right?" Deanna's accented words asked,
"I know we are all on edge about our situation, but I sense...more. Would 
you care to discuss the matter ?"
	"Counselor, I am quite on edge. I must say, you were correct, there
is other things on, or shall I say in, my mind." Picard's voice was wavering
with his words. Troi's quizzical look prompted him for more information.
	"In ?" Troi was puzzled,"I'm not sure I follow."
	"Deanna, it's just that I keep...seeing and hearing the people at
the outpost, and then they are dying, and I can't do anything. My friends
and the people... I have these horrifying visions, and it's them, and then 
it's...." Picard's jaw dropped," Wolf 359."  Deanna searched for the right 
words.  He had brung up this matter before. It was a delicate subject.
	"Remember Jean-Luc, that wasn't you. That was a Borg, inhabiting your 
body ! You had no control over your actions. Do not blame yourself. Wolf
359 and Outpost 486 were both tragedies, but you musn't take this upon 
yourself. I sense how upset and tense you are. I think it would be best if,"
Deanna tried to think of her phrasing," You let the Commander handle todays
affairs. You should report to sick bay, Jean-Luc. You don't look yourself."
Picard started to protest, but was cut off.
	"Counselor's orders," Deanna said with a smile." If Doctor Crusher
says you can come back, feel free, but I advise you to take a little time to
collect your thoughts and rest."
	"Thank you, Counselor." Picard once again gestured to the door and 
arrived upon the bridge. Deanna nodded, and he strode towards the turbo-lift
for sick-bay.
	Once he arrived, the Doctor greeted him.
	"Hello, Jean-Luc. What can I do for you ?" The doctor was arranging
medical tools.
	"The Counselor wanted me to come down." Picard said rather sourly.
	"Well, I'm sure it was with good reason. Let's get a little check
up, shall we ?" Crusher bemused. 
	When he was done, he glanced towards the Doctor, waiting for the 
results.
	"Um, Jean-Luc, your stress levels are very high.  I think you should
take today to rest." Crusher stood there uneasily. Picard looked at her.
	"Beverly, come out with it already. " Picard shared her uneasy 
feeling.
	"Jean-Luc, there are...components, in your, your head that were left
from your assimilation." Crudher began.
	"Yes, yes. What about them ?" Picard began to worry. "Was that why I
kept remembering Wolf 359?" Picard thought to himself.
	"Well, I don't know how, but they were registered, only for a 
moment, though, as being, well, activated. I don't know how or why, but it 
is sending pulsating signals to your neurological conductors. There's no
reference or anything for this, but all I could get was this new component,"
Beverly pointed to the screen,"And it seems non-borg, but it wasn't 
registered the last time you were here." Crusher looked at him wearily, and
then tapped her comm badge.
	"Crusher to LaForge." 
	"LaForge here." Geordi's distinct voice came through the comm 
channel.
	"Please report to sick bay immedietly." Crusher's tone indicated 
seriousness, so LaForge just answered with the normal affirmation.
	"Right away. LaForge out." There was the twinkle signaling the end
of the communication and Crusher looked at him sympathetically. LaForge 
entered sickbay, along with an arsenal of engineering equipment, looking 
around curiously.
	"Doctor Crusher, Captain," LaForge greeted them. Picard nodded.
	"Geordi,"Crusher pointed to the screen, " Can you tell me what this 
is ?" Picard straighted up on the cot, bracing himself for Geordi's reply.
	"Um, I think I need to scan it. I can tell you it's not Federation."
Geordi's VISOR glinted in the artificial light of the sick-bay.
	"Go ahead, Mr. LaForge." Picard gestured to his head. Akwardly, 
Geordi moved the engineering tricorder over his head, and then peered
at the readings.
	"Well, it appears to be a re-activator of some sort. I've never seen 
anything like it. It re-activated the Borg attachments. It has Romulan 
traces..." Geordi trailed off.
	"Romulan." Picard's eyes clouded up with anger, and the visions.
	"How did you get that, sir ? There are no Romulans aboard." Geordi
looked from Picard to Crusher, and back.
	"Geordi, is it fused to his skull, or is it removable?" Crusher
waited hopefully while LaForge re-scanned the captain.
	"It's removable, but there seems to be another, smaller, visual
component attached. Sir, I believe you are a walking camera, who is feeding
the Romulans information." Geordi looked sheepish. Crusher walked to her med 
table and brought over a hypospray.
	"Captain, I must perform the surgery now, if you expect to be 
ready for duty any time soon. I must inform you of the risk involved..." 
Crusher was interrupted by Picard.
	"Just get this damn contraption out of my head !" Picard recalled
all the "contraptions" the Borg had put all over him, invading him, taking
over...   Then Picard felt the hypospray on his neck and all went black as
he drifted into a deep sleep.
		*		*		*
	Picard awoke, with the red alert klaxon sounding loudly.  There was
medical personell hurrying all over sick bay. He sat up, but the throbbing
of his head forced him to lie down again. 
	"Captain ! What a time to wake up. Are you feeling alright?" Crusher
hurriedly asked.
	"Well, the klaxon is not helping the throbbing in my head." Picard
informed her. Then the klaxon stopped, as if on cue.
	"There." Crusher smiled.
	"What happened ?" Picard demanded. Crusher handed him a pill.
	"Take this. There was an intruder alert." Crusher waited for his
expression.
	"Romulan." Picard's face was blank, still groggy from his sleep.
	"Yes. But apparantly he killed himself when he was cornered."
Crusher seemed relieved. She didn't care if a force field held a prisoner
in, but at this state, she would feel a little nervous.
	"He put that...thing in my head ?" Picard's eyes seemed to be 
searching for the words.
	"Well, most likely. Feeling better ? I think that you can go back 
to duty tommorow if you are up to it. The surgery was very successful and
Geordi de-activated the Borg components. It's back to ol' Captain Jean-Luc 
Picard, fearless commanding officer !" Crusher joked.  The joke did not seem
funny to Picard. He was afraid. He was afraid of the Borg, the visions...
	Well, I think you should rest. You can go back to your quarters.
Take this sleeping aid and you'll be fine." Beverly smiled and helped him 
out of the the cot. 
		*		*		*
	The next day, on the bridge, Captain Picard seemed well. They were
patrolling the neutral zone, and everything was relativly quiet.
	"Captain," The andriod voice of Lt. Com. Data arose.
	"Yes, Mr. Data ?" The Captain inquired.
	"I am detecting ion trails which may indicate a cloaked vessel at
heading 1432.7." Data's amber eyes stared at his Captain. Just as the 
captain was about to speak, a Romulan Warbird de-cloaked at the precise
heading Data had given.
	"Red alert !" Jean-Luc shouted.
	"Arm weapons, fire at my mark !" Commander Riker's voice was gruff.
	"Do not fire yet. I want to find out if the know what happened to
their little message man. Open a channel." Picard instructed Worf.
	"Channel is open, sir." Worf looked towards Picard. A dark figure 
appeared on the screen, a Romulan accompanied by 3 bodyguards.
	"I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the star..." He was cut off by
the raspy voice of the Romulan.
	"I know all of that Captain, and much more. No need to say what has
already been said. I suppose you want to beg for mercy, Captain Picard !"
The Romulan spat out his name as if it were poisonous.
	"Certainly not," Picard's voice was masking his intense anger.
"I merely want to know if you would like to inform me of the ship who lead 
the attack at the outpost." Picard's head swirled with ideas.
	"Why Captain," the proud, boastful Romulan said with a flourish, "It
was I and the ship you see before you !" 
	"Then prepare to die !" Picard's anger was full blown and he made no 
attempt to cover it up. He signaled to Worf, who ended the channel.
	"Fire." Riker said with satisfaction. 
	"They are returning fire," Data informed him. The ship rocked, and 
many people were falling out of their posts. The klaxon sounded loudly, and
Riker shouted, "Full array...FIRE !"
	Again the ship rocked against the disruptors of the warbird.
	"Fire quantum torpedoes !" Riker was holding on to the first 
officer's chair in order to brace himself. The bridge was a mess.
	"Report !" barked Picard.
	"Damage to decks 4-6, minor systems offline, and..." the ensign 
was cut off by another jolt and the shouts of the bridge crew.
	"Fire !" Riker continued. 
	"The Romulan warbird has been destroyed." Data's emotionless voice 
annouced. There was various sighs of relief and satisfied looks among the
crew.
	"I will be in my ready room, reporting to Star Fleet." Picard 
walked towards the room. He turned to the screen and greeted the Admiral.
	"Greetings, Admiral." Picard smiled.
	"And to you, Captain." the Admiral looked on intently.
	"Well, Admiral Zoren, we have just destroyed a Romulan War bird. There was
an intruder aboard, and I was implanted with Romulan components that allowed
them to see what I could see, and they also re-activated my Borg 
attachments, but the Doctor had removed them. I am..." Picard started.
	"I see. Well, I must say that you have had your troubles. Well,
we are in the process of peace-talks, starting on stardate 45367.9. I
know this will be hard, especially for you and people who have shared 
your experience. Do you understand that a war at this time, would result
in millions of deaths, and that is far worse than a few thousand. Don't 
get me wrong, but, Jean-Luc, your friends were more than figures, and they
will not be forgotten. I'm sure the damage can be repaired." the Admiral
looked at Picard trying to figure out what he was thinking.
	"Yes, I understand. Is there anything I should be aware of ?" Picard 
asked.
	"Uh, not really. I am not really informed of all of the things that
happen. I am sorry. I really am. I will inform you of any changes. I want the
Enterprise to respond to the neighboring planet's of Romula, and tell them
everything is under control. You know the deal. Zoren out." The screen went 
blank, and so did Jean-Luc's face.
	"No justice for the unjust." He thought to himself. Picard walked to 
the bridge.
	"Report, number one." Picard asked.
	"Damage sustained is minimal. Repair crews have been dispatched and 
no systems are offline now. Um, what did Star Fleet say ?" Riker said.
	"As if stardate 45367.9, there are peace talks." Picard informed him
stiffly.
	"Ah. I see." Riker could see he should not pursue the subject.
	"Well, now we inform neighboring planets that everything is "under 
control". Plot a course, ensign." Picard's tone was noticably rigid.
	"Warp 5. Engage." Picard sat in his commanding chair, waiting for 
the arrival.
		*		*		*
	Once they arrived, Picard sent 3 away teams down on 3 different 
planets, and the reaction of the officials was all the same, relieved and
bewildered. Now that this diplomatic run had been completed, Captain
Picard could be sure that they would have more, and that he would get to the
bottom of this. He knew that it was not over, no where near it. At the end
of this long road he would find the answer. He knew that as well as all of
Star Fleet Command. He would bring justice. He would.

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By AGTE4@aol.com

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