Farewell, away team
. . Foresti planet . .
. . 2296 . . .
"Riker, I have one question." I said.
"Yes?" Riker said.
"Are you in or out of Star Fleet Federation space?" I asked. "In your future."
"We're in it." Riker said.
"I recieved a file regarding our return to Star Fleet and presented the file to everyone else five months after a man gave us instructions to make our journey ten years long." Data said.
"Five months . . ." I said. "We suceeded." I faced my head toward Data. "Didn't we."
"I am unsure of what you are referring to." Data said.
"Another Data, another time well spent." I said, as my fingers wrapped around John-Luc's.
John-Luc put his fingers onto the mobile made Transporter console.
"I envy your future, Mr Worf." John-Luc said.
"And I pity your past, Mr Pocirld." Worf said.
John-Luc slid up the bar.
The three melodied away.
"Where are going to go next, John-Luc?" I asked, looking up toward the Vulcan.
"Anywhere," John-Luc said. "Any-where where you don't have enemies who recognize you."
"There's a party going on the Degrion planet for the new year that hasn't ended for a year," I said. "It normally does not end until another year."
"Party?" John-Luc said.
"Yes, a party!" I said.
"What can possibly go wrong?" John-Luc said. "Why not!"
Why not, indeed.