Star Jumper

Episode 16 - Justice

Stardate: 41255.6

Earth Standard Date: April 3, 2364.

Location: USS Enterprise-D

The soft hum of conversation and the clink of glasses filled 13-Forward as Commander Riker strode through the doors. His eyes swept the room, taking in the off-duty crew members relaxing after their shifts. Tyson stood from his seat, his posture straightening as he approached.

"Commander, a moment of your time?" Tyson asked.

Riker's eyebrows raised slightly, but he nodded. "Sure."

"What's the policy for guests aboard the Enterprise?"

Confusion flickered across Riker's face. After all, Tyson was a guest and followed the rules without needing them explaned. "I'm not sure I understand," Riker replied, his tone cautious. "You've been here for a while now, and seem to be doing fine."

Tyson's lips quirked into a small smile. "I don't mean for myself, Commander. I mean if I wanted to bring a guest to the Enterprise."

Riker's eyes widened slightly, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Where would you get a guest?"

Tyson's smile grew, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I could explain, or show you if you're free."

Curiosity won out over caution in Riker's mind. "Why not?" he said with a shrug. "I'm off-duty."

With a wave, Tyson activated the Access Key within his Gray Goo Suit. The panel to 13-Forward beeped acknowledgement and the door opened, revealing a room that was not the usual corridor beyond. Riker stared in surprise. He'd seen Tyson use his portals before, but this was different. The last time he'd been invited into Tyson's Personal Reality was during the Polywater Contagion incident, and even then, he hadn't seen much beyond the Medical Bay.

Riker stepped through the portal. The door closed behind them with a soft hiss, leaving them standing in an antechamber that seemed to lead to a room that stretched impossibly far in every direction. Tyson set off briskly down a side hallway, passing by the now-familiar Medical Bay where they had treated the captain not long ago.

Tyson's voice took on a tour guide quality as they entered another door. "This is the Housing Complex," he explained. "It's like the guest suites on the Enterprise, minus the replicators."

Riker's eyes darted around to take in every detail. Tyson continued, his tone becoming more conversational. "When I first arrived on the Enterprise-D, Counselor Troi led me on a tour. We visited the holodeck and ran your program for the NX-01's mission to the Seleya."

A fond smile crossed Riker's face. "Ah, fascinating time that was."

Tyson nodded, his expression turning more serious. "At the time, Q interfered with the program and the holodeck overlapped with an alternate reality where the Enterprise crew failed the mission and Archer was forced to retreat, leaving his first officer, T'Pol behind."

Riker's brow furrowed as he tried to follow the convoluted explanation. "A little confusing, but I think I'm following."

Tyson chuckled, the sound echoing slightly in the corridor. "This probably isn't going where you think it is. Like the universe I had access to and told you about, the one with Jedi and Sith. Well, I also gained access to the NX-01 Enterprise timeline."

With those words, Tyson opened the door to his suite in the Housing Complex. Riker's jaw dropped as he took in the sight before him. Sitting calmly in the center of the room was a Vulcan woman, her pointed ears and elegant features unmistakable. It was T'Pol, the first officer of the NX-01 Enterprise, looking exactly as she did in the historical records.

"Not a holodeck?" Riker managed to ask.

Tyson shook his head, his tone serious. "I don't have access to Holodeck technology or anything similar to my Personal Reality. Yet."

T'Pol stood, her voice was calm and measured as she spoke. "I assure you, as difficult as it may be to believe, I am real." She raised her hand in the traditional Vulcan salute, her fingers forming the iconic V shape.

Riker's shocked expression slowly morphed into a smile of wonder and amazement. He turned to Tyson, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement. "How is this possible? Are you telling me you can access different timelines, different realities?"

A look of relief crossed his face at Riker's positive reaction. "It's complicated, but under the right circumstances, yes. My Personal Reality allows me to interact with various universes and timelines. T'Pol here is from an alternate version of the NX-01 timeline."

T'Pol stepped forward, her eyebrow raised in a quintessentially Vulcan expression. "I must admit, Commander Riker, that from what Tyson has told me, I find your reality equally fascinating. The advancements your Federation has made are... most impressive."

Riker's mind raced with the implications of what he was seeing and hearing. He turned back to Tyson, his voice took on a more official tone. "This is... incredible, Tyson. But it also raises a lot of questions. Why are you showing me this now?"

Tyson's expression turned serious. "I've been thinking about my role here on the Enterprise, Commander. I've tried to be helpful where I can, but I've also been cautious about revealing too much about my abilities. But after recent events, I realized that holding back might be doing more harm than good... Or rather not allowing me to do as much as I could."

He gestured towards T'Pol. "I was hoping to allow her, and one of my other Companions to join me on the Enterprise-D on occassions. But I didn't want to spring this on you without discussing it first."

"I appreciate your candor, Tyson. This is... well, it's unprecedented. We'll need to discuss this with the Captain and the senior staff. There are security concerns to consider, not to mention the temporal implications."

T'Pol spoke up, her tone logical and measured. "I understand your concerns, Commander. I assure you that Tyson and I have discussed things thoroughly. I will not reveal any of my experiences or observations from your time to those within mine. I will honor your Prime Directive. The Vulcan High Command of my time used a similar protocol and principle. My presence would merely satisfy my curiosity and provide a learning opportunity for me as it is for you."

Riker's eyes darted between Tyson and T'Pol. "Well," he said, a hint of his usual charm returning to his voice, "I have to say, Tyson, when you offer to show someone something interesting, you certainly deliver."

Tyson laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. "So, what do you think, Commander?"

Riker stroked his beard thoughtfully. "It's not a decision I can make alone. But I think it's worth discussing with the Captain. This could be an incredible opportunity for cultural and scientific exchange." He turned to T'Pol, extending his hand in a very human gesture. "Welcome aboard, T'Pol. At least unofficially, for now."

T'Pol regarded his hand before taking it in a firm handshake. "Thank you, Commander. I look forward to the possibility of meeting your crew."

Riker settled into a comfortable chair in Tyson's suite, his eyes fixed on T'Pol with undisguised curiosity. The Vulcan woman sat across from him, her posture perfect, hands folded neatly in her lap. The air was thick with the aroma of simmering vegetables as Tyson busied himself in the small kitchenette adjacent to the living area.

"So, T'Pol," Riker began, leaning forward slightly, his voice warm with interest. "I'd love to hear about how you ended up on the NX-01 Enterprise. It must have been quite an adventure."

T'Pol raised an eyebrow in a gesture so quintessentially Vulcan that Riker couldn't help but smile. "Indeed, Commander," she replied, her voice measured and calm. As T'Pol began her tale, Tyson moved about the kitchenette with practiced ease. He chopped vegetables with precise movements, the sound of the knife on the cutting board was a soothing counterpoint to T'Pol's measured tones.

"I was initially assigned to the Enterprise as an observer," T'Pol continued. "The Vulcan High Command was... concerned about Earth's rapid advancement into deep space exploration. They believed humans were not yet ready for the challenges they would face."

Riker nodded. "I can imagine that didn't sit well with Captain Archer and the crew."

"Your assessment is correct," T'Pol agreed. "There was significant tension at first. Captain Archer, in particular, was resistant to my presence."

Tyson added the chopped vegetables to a pot of simmering broth. As she spoke the rich aroma of the soup filled the air, creating a cozy atmosphere.

T'Pol's eyes seemed to focus on a distant point as she continued her story. "However, as our mission progressed, I found myself... intrigued by the human approach to exploration. Their curiosity, their willingness to take risks – it was most illogical, and yet, oddly compelling."

Riker chuckled. "That sounds like humanity, alright. Always rushing in where angels fear to tread."

"An apt metaphor, Commander," T'Pol replied, the barest hint of approval in her tone. "As time passed, I became more invested in the Enterprise's mission. The crew's determination in the face of adversity was... admirable."

Tyson approached, carrying three bowls of steaming soup. He handed one to Riker and another to T'Pol before taking his seat. "Sounds like you went through quite a transformation," he commented, blowing gently on his soup to cool it.

T'Pol accepted the bowl with a nod of thanks. "Indeed. My time on the Enterprise challenged many preconceptions about humans and my people. It was... a profound learning experience."

Riker took a sip of his soup, his eyebrows rising in appreciation. "This is delicious, Tyson," he said, turning to T'Pol. "So, at what point did you decide to stay on permanently?"

T'Pol's expression remained neutral, but there was a softness in her eyes as she replied. "It was not a single moment of decision, but a gradual realization. The Enterprise's mission aligned with my desire for scientific discovery and exploration. Moreover, I found that I... valued the relationships I had formed with the crew."

Tyson leaned back in his chair, cradling his bowl of soup. "It must have been a big step, choosing to stay with a human crew instead of returning to Vulcan."

"It was not without its challenges," T'Pol admitted. "My decision was met with disapproval from some quarters of the Vulcan High Command. However, I believed then, as I do now, that it was the logical choice."

Riker nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Logic guided by intuition – sounds like you found a balance between Vulcan principles and human unpredictability."

"An interesting observation, Commander," T'Pol replied. "I have found that there is often wisdom in finding a middle ground between seemingly opposing viewpoints."

As they continued to talk, the conversation flowing easily between them, Riker couldn't help but marvel at the situation. Here he was, sharing a meal with a legendary figure from Starfleet's past, in a pocket dimension created by a mysterious guest on his ship. The universe, it seemed, was full of endless surprises.

His blue eyes sparkled with interest as he turned to Tyson. "So, who is the other guest you were interested in inviting?"

Tyson's lips quirked into a small smile as he answered. "An artificial being named Vicky. She's similar to Commander Data but more advanced."

Riker's eyebrows shot up, disbelief etched across his features. "More advanced?" The idea seemed almost impossible, given Data's impressive capabilities.

Tyson nodded, his expression earnest. "Vicky's raw processing power should or greater than Data, and she lacks his limitations. She can feel emotions." He paused, adding, "But she's in that other reality. Would you like to visit her?"

Riker considered for a moment before shaking his head, "Coming here stretches what's appropriate," he explained, gesturing to the surreal surroundings of Tyson's Personal Reality. "Visiting another reality would require away mission approval from the captain at a minimum. And there isn't much time before I must return to the Enterprise. We're due in the Rubicun System shortly."

Tyson nodded easily, accepting the explanation without argument. "Maybe next time," he said.

Riker's expression softened as he saw the young man's enthusiasm. "I promise I'll speak with the Captain on your and T'Pol's behalf," he assured. He stood, straightening his uniform with a practiced motion. "Any chance for a lift back?" he asked, a hint of his usual charm returning to his voice.

Tyson's response was immediate and accommodating. He walked to the door of the Housing Complex. It opened, no longer leading to another part of the Personal Reality but opening directly into 13-Forward instead.

Riker stepped through, marveling at the seamless transition. One moment he was in Tyson's realm, the next he was back in the familiar surroundings of the Enterprise's lounge.

The Commander mulled over the implications of what he had seen and learned. T'Pol's presence, the mention of this advanced android named Vicky, and the casual way Tyson moved between realities were difficult to process. Yet, as a Starfleet officer, Riker had seen his fair share of the extraordinary.

"Thank you for sharing this with me, Tyson," Riker said, his voice low to avoid drawing attention from the other crew members in 13-Forward. "It's... well, it's incredible. I'll make sure to give the Captain a full report."

"I appreciate that, Commander. I know it's a lot to take in."

"That's what we're out here for." As Riker turned to leave, his mind already shifting to the upcoming mission in the Rubicun System, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. The universe, it seemed, was full of even more mysteries than he had imagined. And somehow, through a twist of fate, cosmic coincidence, or interference from powerful alien entities, many of those mysteries had found their way onto the Enterprise.

Tyson closed the door and Riker stepped toward them. They opened back into the Deck 13 corridor. The doors of 13-Forward hissed shut behind him as he strode into the corridor, leaving Tyson behind. Riker's steps were purposeful as he headed towards the bridge, mentally preparing his report for Captain Picard. It would be a delicate conversation, balancing the potential benefits of T'Pol's knowledge against the risks of extra-temporal visitors.

But as he entered the turbolift, Riker couldn't suppress a smile. This was why he had joined Starfleet. For the thrill of discovery.

The bridge of the Enterprise hummed with activity as Commander Riker strode in, his eyes immediately drawn to Science Station 2. He leaned over the console, studying the readings from the planet they were orbiting with intense focus. The air was charged with anticipation, the promise of shore leave hanging tantalizing in the air.

Captain Picard's voice cut through the background noise, his tone thoughtful. "The planet's life forms are almost identical to us."

Counselor Troi, seated next to Wesley Crusher, smiled softly. "He's very enthusiastic."

The whoosh of the turbolift doors announced Dr. Crusher's arrival. She stepped onto the bridge, her eyes seeking out the captain. "Captain? Sorry, Troi," she said, her voice tinged with excitement and apology.

Troi waved off the interruption with a graceful gesture. "The Doctor has something very important to tell you, Captain."

Picard's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You've been talking about it for days. Shore leave for the crew."

Dr. Crusher nodded emphatically, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Establishing that colony has been exhausting for the entire crew, Captain. We're not a supply vessel. Settling all those people has been a strain on everyone. I'm tired myself."

Riker, Data, and Lieutenant Yar entered the bridge, their presence drawing all eyes. Picard turned to his First Officer. "Is it as good as your report suggests, Number One?"

"As per report, sir. Class M, Earth-like, beautiful."

Dr. Crusher's eyes lit up at the description. "It sounds wonderful for the children. The holodecks are marvelous, of course, but there's nothing like open spaces and fresh air."

Tasha Yar stepped forward, her posture crisp and professional. "I've listed my report on their customs and laws, sir. Fairly common sense things."

From his position at the helm, Geordi La Forge chimed in. "They're wild in some ways, actually puritanical in others. Neat as pins, ultra-lawful, but make love at the drop of a hat."

"Any hat," Tasha added with a smile.

Picard's expression turned serious, his years of command experience coming to the fore. "But the happiest report must have its negatives. Let's start with them, Number One."

Riker shook his head, his confidence unwavering. "There are none, sir. Not that any of us can find."

Data's yellow eyes flickered as he processed information. "But there is a problem here, sir."

Worf's deep voice rumbled from his security station. "It's the faulty reading I reported, sir."

Data elaborated, his tone as precise as ever. "I'm reading something off the starboard bow, but there is nothing there."

Tasha quickly reassured the captain. "Sensor technicians are working on it, sir. They've identified it as a glitch in the system."

Picard's gaze swept across his senior officers, his voice carrying a note of skepticism. "I take it you find no glitch with this planet, however?"

"No, sir," Riker confirmed, his enthusiasm undiminished.

Tasha seized the moment. "If you approve shore leave, sir, we could start with a small group."

Picard nodded slowly, his eyes settling on Wesley. "Of course. Wesley? If we go down, I'd like you to join the away team to evaluate this world as a place for young people to relax."

Wesley straightened in his seat, a mix of excitement and nervousness on his young face. "Yes, sir."

Picard's voice took on a cautionary tone. "If our scans and observations confirm the report then of course I'll approve it. Let's hope it is not too good to be true."

Riker cleared his throat, a new idea forming. "Sir, our guest, Tyson has been helpful recently. Since he's from ancient Earth, he has yet to step foot on another planet in this galaxy, despite his stories about galaxies far, far away. Perhaps we should invite him. He'd probably get a kick out of it."

Picard considered the suggestion for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "I've no problem with it. He seems well-equipped to handle any situation should something go wrong. You may bring him along at your discretion, Number One."

— Star Jumper —

The away team materialized in a breathtaking expanse of lush greenery. A meticulously tended garden stretched as far as the eye could see, bursting with vibrant colors and exotic fragrances. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the gentle hum of insects and the distant laughter of the planet's inhabitants.

As their eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, the team took in their surroundings. The Edo people moved about with grace and purpose, their bodies sculpted to perfection. Their clothing, if it could be called that, was minimal – just enough to preserve modesty while celebrating the beauty of the human form.

Suddenly, two figures broke away from a nearby group, running towards the away team with unbridled enthusiasm. Worf tensed, his hand instinctively moving towards his phaser. "Careful, sir," he growled, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Riker held up a hand. "No, it's all right, Lieutenant. Those are the Edo." His eyes swept over the approaching woman, appreciation evident in his gaze. "They certainly are fit," he murmured.

Troi's voice carried a hint of jealousy as she agreed, "They certainly are."

The woman reached them first, her face glowing with warmth and welcome. "Health and happiness," she greeted them, her voice musical.

The man arrived a moment later, his smile equally radiant. "A pleasant day to you," he added.

The woman's eyes locked onto Riker, her voice filled with delight. "It's nice to finally see you in person." Without hesitation, she enveloped Riker in a slow, loving hug. Troi's posture stiffened ever so slightly, her empathic senses picking up on the raw sensuality of the interaction.

Riker, ever the diplomat, made the introductions. "Rivan, Liator. Also from our vessel, Troi."

Liator's attention immediately shifted to the counselor. "Slowly, slowly. I must also welcome this lovely one." He leaned in, nuzzling Troi's neck. She responded with an awkward pat on his shoulder, clearly caught off guard by the intimate greeting.

"Nice to meet you," Tasha chimed in, her usual guard lowered by the planet's peaceful aura.

Riker turned to Troi, his voice taking on a more professional tone. "Counselor?"

Troi's response was measured, her empathic abilities working overtime. "Healthy sensuality, sir. I feel mainly friendship, and," she glanced at Tasha, "happiness."

Rivan's attention shifted to Worf, her eyes widening with delight. "And I welcome this huge one. Oh, yes." She embraced the Klingon, who returned the hug with surprising gentleness.

"Nice planet," Worf rumbled.

Rivan then moved to Tyson, wrapping him in an equally enthusiastic hug. "So strong," she commented, her hands lingering on his arms.

Finally, she approached Wesley, her manner softening. "But you are a young one. I do not know your custom regarding love."

Wesley shuffled his feet, clearly uncomfortable. "Er. I guess, whatever you usually do." Rivan gave him a fleeting hug, sensing his discomfort.

Riker, sensing the need to move things along, spoke up. "There are others who would like to visit here, if you would give us a limit on the numbers."

Liator's response was immediate and welcoming. "Whatever pleases you. We can discuss it at the Council Chambers."

"Shall we go there now or remain in play?"

Riker's eyebrows shot up. "Play?"

"At love," Rivan explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her gaze shifted to Worf. "Unless you don't enjoy that. Perhaps you do?"

Liator turned his attention back to Troi, who blushed furiously. "And you? Yes, I can see that you do."

Wesley, looking increasingly uncomfortable, stammered, "Maybe I should just go on ahead."

Rivan's face softened with understanding. "Oh, this is unfair to him. We'll go to the Council Chambers. You'll find young people your age there."

Wesley said, "Well, I can't make any promises."

Liator was quick to reassure him. "You don't have to. Our rules are simple. No one does anything uncomfortable to them."

Rivan clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm infectious. "Come! Our people will want to know you."

Liator glanced at the away team, a hint of concern in his voice. "Rivan, perhaps they can't run."

Wesley's competitive spirit flared to life. "Can't run? Sure we can run. Right, Commander?"

"That's the custom here, running. Lead the way."

As they set off along a paved path, Riker couldn't resist a quip. "When in Rome, eh?"

Worf's brow furrowed in confusion. "When in where, sir?"

Tyson, seizing the opportunity to share his knowledge, chimed in. "Rome was an ancient Earth civilization. From what I recall in history, lots of free love, decent culture, decent fighters, all-around good stuff."

Worf's interest was piqued. "I shall have to look up Rome," he declared in a serious tone.

As they ran through the lush landscape, the away team couldn't help but be swept up in the infectious joy of the Edo. The sun warmed their skin, the air filled their lungs, and for a moment, the weight of their responsibilities seemed to lift from their shoulders.

Riker found himself running alongside Rivan, stealing glances at her graceful form. Troi, despite her initial jealousy, was engaged in an animated conversation with Liator, and her empathic abilities allowed her to navigate their cultural differences with ease. Worf and Tasha brought up the rear, their security training never quite allowing them to fully relax, even in this seeming paradise. Tyson kept pace easily, his eyes taking in every detail of this alien world. For all his tales of far-off galaxies, this was his first alien planet in this reality.

As they approached the Council Chambers, Riker couldn't shake the feeling that this was too good to be true. Years of Starfleet experience had taught him that paradise often came with a price. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to enjoy the peace and beauty.

The away team approached a low-rise building, its elegant architecture seamlessly blending with the natural surroundings. Formal fountains adorned the front, their gentle splashing creating a soothing ambiance. They slowed their pace as they neared the entrance to the Council Chambers.

Rivan's voice rang out, filled with genuine warmth. "Good health! I thought you might be out of breath."

Riker's response was tinged with a hint of pride. "We may surprise you in a lot of ways."

Rivan's voice rose above the gentle hum of activity. "Everyone! We've brought the visitors!"

Liator spread his arms wide, his voice warm and inviting. "Please enjoy what we have!"

The Edo gathered around them, their faces alight with curiosity and welcome. As the team dispersed to mingle, Tyson approached Riker, his voice low and curious. "Since all seems to be normal here, may I invite T'Pol to join me?"

Riker considered for a moment before responding. "Since we're not on the ship and technically on shore leave, you're free to do as you like, so long as you don't violate any of the laws here."

Liator's attention shifted to Wesley, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Children, we've brought you a new friend!"

A young Edo boy stepped forward, his face bright with curiosity. "Well, hello," he said to Wesley, welcoming. "Join us."

A girl chimed in, her voice equally inviting. "Yes, please."

Tyson's hand shot out, grasping Wesley's arm firmly. The teen turned, surprise etched across his face but he wasn't about to challenge Tyson after remembering how easily he'd been manhandled during the Tsilokovsky incident.

Something about this whole situation had been nagging at Tyson, a persistent itch at the back of his mind that he couldn't quite scratch.

"Hey Wesley, before you go running off..." Tyson began, his voice low and cautious. He turned to face Riker, his brow furrowed with concern. "Commander, are there any rules we need to be appraised of? You said I could bring T'Pol so long as I don't violate any laws, but no one has explained what the laws are exactly."

Riker's easy smile faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he considered Tyson's words.

His brow furrowed slightly as he realized the potential oversight. Turning to Liator, he asked, "You said earlier we could bring as many people as we like to the surface, does that still stand? Are there any laws we need to be aware of?"

Liator's response was immediate and reassuring. "Of course, you may allow any you wish to come."

Rivan jumped in, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Oh, we have very few laws. The enforcers of those laws are called Mediators. And they are needed only in one place each day."

Liator nodded, adding, "The punishment zone. An area that's selected for a period of time."

Tasha's security instincts kicked in, her voice sharp with curiosity. "An area? Is it a completely random selection?"

Liator's explanation was tinged with pride. "No one but our Mediators knows what place or for how long. We're very proud of the wisdom of our ancestors. No person ever knows where or when a zone will be."

"We have but one law, and it's simple enough for even a child to understand," Rivan said flippantly.

Liator nodded in agreement, his arm draped casually around Troi's shoulders. "Yes, just one law. Break it, and the punishment is always death."

A hush fell over the away team, the stark contrast between the Edo's carefree demeanor and the severity of their words jarring.

Rivan's voice was filled with conviction. "And so no one risks death."

Worf's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. "Death?"

Rivan nodded solemnly. "By breaking any law."

Tasha's voice was tight with concern. "Wait. Explain this."

Liator's response was matter-of-fact. "Only one punishment for any crime."

Worf's voice rumbled with disbelief. "Anyone who commits any crime in the punishment zone dies?"

Liator remained unperturbed. "The law is the law. Our peace is built on that."

Tasha pressed further, her voice incredulous. "Even a small thing? Such as ignoring the rule, keep off the grass?"

"Then no one breaks that rule. Who wants to risk execution? And there's always a white wall or fence to remind anyone of a forbidden area like that." Rivan's response was filled with a certainty that sent chills down the away team's spines. "It is how we maintain our peace and order. The zones move randomly, ensuring that all citizens remain vigilant and law-abiding at all times."

Tasha's voice was sharp with frustration. "And just who tells visitors about these rules?"

Riker's jaw clenched as he turned to face their Edo hosts. "You didn't think to mention this crucial detail when we first arrived?" His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of steel that betrayed his anger.

Liator looked genuinely confused by Riker's reaction. "We assumed you were aware. It is the foundation of our society. We meant no harm by not explicitly stating it."

Troi, sensing the rising tension, stepped in. "I believe there's been a misunderstanding on both sides," she said, "Perhaps we should all take a moment to discuss these laws in more detail, to ensure there are no... incidents."

Riker's voice was measured as he spoke, his diplomatic training coming to the fore. He held up a hand, silencing the growing murmurs of concern from his team. Turning to face Rivan and Liator, he said seriously, "The Counselor is right. I think we need to have a more in-depth discussion about your laws and customs before we proceed any further. Perhaps we could speak with your leaders?"

Rivan's smile never faltered. "Of course," she said, her voice still light and airy. "The Council would be happy to meet with you. Shall we go inside?"

— Star Jumper —

The crystalline waters of the Edo world sparkled under twin suns, casting prismatic patterns across the pristine white buildings that dotted the landscape. Tyson stood at the edge of a flowering garden. The tension from Wesley's near-brush with death still lingered in the air, but the immediate crisis had passed. While Commander Riker and the others engaged in diplomatic discourse with the Edo leadership, Tyson was left on his own.

With a gesture, Tyson opened a portal from his Personal Reality. The air rippled like heat waves rising from sun-baked earth, and through the dimensional gateway emerged an unlikely congregation. They stepped through cautiously at first, then with increasing wonder as they took in their surroundings. The group consisted of species from across the quadrant, all former prisoners of the Automated Repair Facility, now restored to full health through the miraculous capabilities of his Medical Bay.

"Welcome to Rubicun, home of the Edo," Tyson announced, his voice carrying the warmth of a mentor addressing eager students. "As you can see, it's quite different from the facility where I found you." He gestured to the paradise around them, where Edo citizens moved through their daily routines.

A Vaadwaur female with scaled ridges along her forehead and tracking the sides of her neck stepped forward with the characteristic confidence of her species. "This is... most unusual," she observed, her violet eyes scanning the surroundings with tactical precision. "These people appear to have no defensive installations, no military presence. How do they survive?"

"An astute observation," Tyson replied, sharing a knowing smile. "The Edo have evolved beyond many of the concerns that plague other worlds. However," he raised a finger in caution, "this paradise comes with its own strict rules. This brings me to a few points, while you're here to enjoy yourselves, there must be absolutely no violence toward the locals. Additionally, there are exclusion zones, marked by white fencing, avoid these areas upon penalty of death."

A Romulan male crossed his arms. "You speak as though we are to remain here. Are we not prisoners simply transferred to a more pleasant facility?"

"You're not prisoners at all. My Medical Bay didn't just heal your bodies, it restored your minds to what they were before the facility's influence. Unfortunately, it's difficult for me to return you to where you once came. Particularly you two." He said, gesturing to the Romulan and Vaadwaur. "Your species are either too far away, or not openly diplomatic with the Federation. It may take some time for us to return you home."

A human woman with graying temples stepped forward. "I remember everything," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Both what was done to us and how you saved us. But why bring us here, specifically?"

The gardens around them were filled with the sweet scent of alien flowers as a warm breeze rustled through the vegetation. Tyson took a moment to consider his response, watching as a group of Edo children played in the distance, their laughter carrying across the peaceful landscape.

"The Edo world represents a place where pleasure and harmony coexist with strict rules and consequences. I thought it might serve as a gentle reintroduction to society, a place where you can remember who you are while deciding what you want to become. This is a temporary respite, I don't mean to leave you here permanently."

A Ferengi trader rubbed his hands together with characteristic enthusiasm. "And what of opportunity? Surely in such a paradise, there must be potential for... profitable ventures?" His eyes gleamed with renewed entrepreneurial spirit.

"All things in moderation," Tyson cautioned, though his tone remained light. "The Edo have their own economy and their own ways. Observe, learn, but remember, this is their home. We are guests here." He turned to address the entire group, his presence commanding yet reassuring. "Each of you represents a different culture, a different perspective. Use this time to heal, to learn from each other, and to rediscover yourselves."

The assembled group began to disperse slightly, drawn by different aspects of their surroundings. The Romulan found himself drawn to a group of Edo engaged in philosophical discourse, while the human woman simply stood still, face turned toward the sun, absorbing the warmth and freedom.

"Remember, while the Edo are peaceful, their justice is absolute."

The human woman's eyes showed both gratitude and lingering uncertainty. "And what happens now? Do we just... live? After everything we've been through?"

"Living is exactly what you should do," Tyson replied gently. "The facility took much from you, but it couldn't take everything. Your strength, your resilience, those are still yours. Use this time to remember that."

A small group of Edo approached, their curiosity evident in their open expressions. Their welcoming demeanor worked its gentle magic on the rescued group. Their perpetual smiles radiated a contagious peace that even the Romulans couldn't resist. Tyson observed with quiet satisfaction as his charges gradually dispersed among the locals, their defensive postures softening like ice under a warm sun. The Ferengi had already engaged a group of Edo in an animated discussion about their society's resource distribution, while the Vaadwaur found herself drawn into a demonstration of their athletic practices.

T'Pol remained at his side, her presence as steady and composed as a mountain stream. Her Vulcan features remained carefully neutral, but Tyson had spent enough time around her to recognize the subtle signs of analytical interest in the slight tilt of her head and the measured way her dark eyes tracked the interactions before them.

"Your solution to their rehabilitation is... unconventional," T'Pol observed, her tone carrying that particular Vulcan inflection that managed to convey both statement and question simultaneously. "Are you certain this exposure to such a hedonistic society is logical, given their recent trauma?"

Tyson turned to face her, appreciating her directness. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure," he admitted, watching as the human woman tentatively accepted an Edo's invitation to join their meditation circle. "But sometimes healing requires more than logic. These people need to remember how to live, not just survive. My hope is that this place will help them find that balance."

"Would you care to elaborate on your reasoning?" she asked, then added with characteristic precision, "Perhaps we could conduct a more thorough observation of the environment. A walk through the settlement would provide additional data points for analysis."

A smile tugged at the corner of Tyson's mouth. "I would appreciate your company, T'Pol. Shall we?" He gestured toward a winding path that led through a grove of trees.

They walked in companionable silence for several moments, their footsteps whisper-quiet on the immaculate white stone pathway. The air around them was filled with the sweet perfume of alien flowers and the distant sounds of laughter and conversation. Tyson could sense T'Pol processing everything with her characteristic methodical attention to detail.

"This world exists far beyond the boundaries of explored space in your time," Tyson explained, pausing to allow an Edo child to cross their path, chasing what appeared to be a floating geometric toy. "It's positioned on the opposite side of what will become Federation space from the Klingon Empire. In fact," he continued, noting T'Pol's subtle shift in posture that indicated increased interest, "this is humanity's first contact with the Edo. From your temporal perspective, it will be several centuries before humans discover this world."

T'Pol absorbed this information with a slight nod, her hands clasped behind her back. "The temporal implications are... significant," she observed, watching as a group of Edo demonstrated their unique form of dance to the fascinated Romulan youth. "Your intervention in bringing us here could have substantial ramifications for the timeline."

The path opened up to reveal a spectacular view of the Edo city. Tyson gazed out over the pristine landscape, his expression thoughtful as he considered T'Pol's concerns. "Perhaps you're right about the temporal implications," he said, "Or perhaps not. If we consider the variables carefully, returning them to their own people in this timeline would likely have minimal impact." He gestured toward the scattered groups of survivors, each finding their way to integrate with the peaceful society around them. "Who can say how long they were trapped within the Automated Repair Facility? Some may have been there for decades. We have no way to know what remains of their former lives."

T'Pol observed a group of Edo demonstrating their exercise routines to the curious survivors. "The technological level of this society appears to be relatively primitive in comparison to many spacefaring races," she noted as she worked through a logical progression. "Their knowledge would be unlikely to provide any significant tactical or strategic advantage to the survivors."

"Exactly," Tyson agreed, watching as an Edo child offered a flower to the Vaadwaur female, who accepted it with surprising gentleness. "The Edo's technology won't give them any kind of meaningful insights or edge. If anything, this place might help them heal without risking temporal contamination." He paused. "Besides, if we're discussing potential timeline alterations… saving you might have the greatest impact of any change I could make to your timeline."

"It would be inadvisable to disclose elements of my future to me," she stated firmly, her tone carrying a note of warning. "Such revelations could, in themselves, have a greater impact on the timeline than any of our other actions here."

Tyson raised both hands in a gesture of acquiescence.

Episode: Star Trek The Next Generation - Justice Complete!

+50 RP

Reality Points: 200

— Star Jumper —

Behind the Scenes

- I cut the scenes on the Enterprise with Data, Picard, and the Edo Guardian. Tyson had no part in the scene since he was on the surface and I didn't intend to change anything. Since the Edo Guardian isn't featured again in Trek and I had no plans to utilize it in this story, I just cut the fluff.

- In the first draft of this chapter, Wesley ran off, and Tyson saved him just in the nick of time, catching him with the force before he entered the exclusion zone. I thought it was neat, but ultimately stupid for Tyson to let it play out that long. I try to keep Tyson's metaknowledge at the same level as mine before any rewatches… I didn't remember the exact details of this episode, but knew enough that letting Wesley run off wasn't a good idea.

- In the original TNG story, I glazed over this episode in a sentence. But Figured I'd hit it real quick in the rewrite. Because of the differences between the progression of that story and this one, I needed Tyson and T'Pol to have more time together. 

— Star Jumper —

Tyson

Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy

Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)

Character Points: 1400, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]

Reality Points: 200

Ship Points: 1700

Credits: 116,450

Status Effects: (none)

Drawbacks:

Gauntlet (Locked)

Ensign Marty Stu

A Simple Re'Q'uest

Hybrid (Betazoid)

Amok Time/Blood Fever

Outlawed

Mary Sue

Perks:

Cosmic Awareness

Out of Nowhere

Going Native

Live and Let Live

This is (Not?) Rocket Science

Kinda Bland

Determinator

Painted On

Snakeskin

Adaptable

Duelist

Master with your Hands

Best of the Best

Everything Is A Weapon

Augment

Force Specialization: Intelligence

Tactical Info

Sever Force

Items:

Laser Blade

Spacesuit

Agony Booth

Cloaking Minefield

Lightsaber

Gray Goo Suit

Companions:

(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin:Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation

T'Pol: Access Key

Personal Reality:

Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)

Security System

High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)

Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab)

Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)

Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal)

Spaceships:

Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)

Sith Interceptor (Bridge Upgrade)

Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)