Title: The Imzadi Files – Who Watches the Watchers

 

Author: Rising Sun

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Rated: PG

Summary: The Prime Directive was not only violated but smashed!

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 27, 2001

 
Personal Log – William T Riker

 

We were deployed to Nimtaka 3 where a team of scientists was observing the Nimtakans, presently in the Bronze Age of proto Vulcan development.  Through no ones fault the team was exposed and in a cascading progress the Prime Directive was not only violated but smashed!

 

In an effort to decipher the extent of the damage Deanna and I were sent to investigate.  So there we were… our appearance augmented by Dr. Crusher and we were ready to rumble as it were.

 

I suspect that Deanna was enjoying this a bit too much.  Her first action as a “Nimtakan” was to stake her claim on me by infromaing me that Nimtakan women walk in front of their men.  I assumed that was because of a territorial instinct, but not so!  If a woman wanted my service… any service they had to go through my woman first.  I suppose it was territorial. Can you just see it… no rendezvous without negotiation and consent.  Begs the question what use rendezvous?

 

That turned out to be the best part of the mission. It went down hill from that with Captain Picard fast becoming a God with Deanna as the first sacrifice.

 

I my humble opinion any Starfleet Officer who reneges on his word or oath is a rogue.  Therefore it is safe to assume that I take my oaths damn seriously.  When I joined Starfleet I took an oath to uphold the Prime Directive, which is in place to avoid cultural contamination.  I understood that I took that oath on point of death.  As I listened to the debate rage on the surface at to whether to sacrifice Troi or not I felt my own mortality.  Maybe it was because duty dictated that I had to leave her behind.  Or maybe it was because I loved her. Or maybe it was none of those reasons… but I suddenly felt small in the Universe and vulnerable.  I realized for the first time that I must die.

 

I realized that I might have to live without Troi…. It was not a feeling that I relished.

 

WTR.

 

Computer save file.

 

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Personal Log – Counselor Deanna Troi

 

Well the Prime Directive went to hell on this mission.  Not that it was anyone’s fault… but then the road to hell is paved with good intensions.

 

I had a glimpse of what it would be live to stake a claim on the elusive William T.  It was an interesting experiment… while it lasted.  I must confess it is a role I could play with very little encouragement. All too soon, however, I found myself alone, in disguise and facing a firing squad comprising of one archer.

 

At first all I could think of was… Mother! Imzadi!  But then I found my voice and tried to talk my way out without further cultural contamination.  Had I known that the Captain would have been beaming down I would have declared my heritage at the first opportune moment!

 

The timing may have been great for me but proved almost fatal as he got the arrow meant for me.

 

In the end Dr. Crusher mended the Captain and returned me to my half Human, half Betazed self.  One can only hope that the Nimtakans heal half as easily.

 

DT

 

Computer save file. Exit program.