Title: The Imzadi Files – Booby Trap

 

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: PG

Summary: We had drifted into a one thousand year old booby trap.

Classification: Riker/Troi

Disclaimer: Star Trek: The Next Generation characters portrayed belong to Roddenberry Productions and Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended.  All other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.

 

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Story Written December 31, 2001

 Personal Log

 

It is a well-known fact among the crew of Enterprise that Captain Jean Luc Picard is an enthusiast armature archaeologist.  I have read many emotions off the Captain but none were as pleasurable as when he returned from visiting the Promellian Battle Cruiser. A ship over one thousand years old! He was like a boy with is first model airship. It was a good feeling. One not destined to last – a lass.

 

We had drifted into a one thousand year old booby trap. The energy from Enterprise was being converted into high-energy radiation that kept us fixed in position. 

 

Helpless is not a word used often-on Enterprise. It was used this day as Will entered my office. He was feeling helpless, as was the Captain, crew and ship itself. We were all relying on Gerodie La Forge Chief Engineer to get us out.  

 

I need to talk with him now that this is over. The pressure on him must have been unbearable.

It is not often that Will feels the need to visit me in my office. Oh he visits… usually he drops by my quarters or we meet on Ten Forward. The fact that he sought me out during my **Office Hours** indicated that he was bothered.

 

He landed on the couch and rambled about any and everything EXCEPT the Bobby Trap. Eventually he popped up, gave me a grin, a kiss and left.

 

The fact that I am entering the log indicates that we survived – AGAIN.

 

Geordie came through and the Captain flew. I was tense as I watched him take the helm from Wesley.   First a speed of 135 meters per second then 219 mps as he executed a slingshot maneuver off an asteroid. I got even tenser.  Then Will winked at me and suddenly all seemed ok.

 

OK until the next time that is.

 

DT

 

Computer save program.