Fushigi Ke'nak
Castellan@angelfire.com
Jennile-chan@juno.com
https://www.angelfire.com/wa2/thehelix
Disclaimer: The Castellan and Jennile-chan do not own any of the characters, but we did come up with the story. (Scary isn't it?) Watase Yuu and Paramount own Fushigi Yuugi and Star Trek, respectively.
Chapter 3
Worf turned towards the door as a figure wearing a lavish, wide shouldered jacket strolled into the small room. The figure's face was painted in what he perceived to be intricate war symbols. Why was this figure wearing war paint and what were those long feathers that were protruding from the figure's headdress?
"Welcome to our palace." The figure swept his arm to encompass the small dingy room. "Data will with you as soon as we can extract him from the numerous scrolls within our library."
Picard stepped forward and stiffly bowed. " I am Captain Jean Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. We are here on a mission to bring back Data. Please direct us to where we could speak with him."
Cackling, Tomo shook his head and sputtered out a no. "I'm sorry, Captain Jean Paul Picard, but first we must have a little celebration for your arrival. Please follow me." The figure, whose name was still lost to the crew, swept out of the room and proceeded to go to a large anti-chamber which was decorated with draperies, pillows, and fountains. Yuiren squealed with delight and twirled around the various fountains and pillows. Geordi could not help but be captivated by the immense beauty that was emanating from the girl's being. Crusher meanwhile, clutched at Picard's arm.
"What's going on!?" Picard cringed when the yell was directed straight into his left ear.
"It appears," supplied Worf, "that we are invited to a demonstration of a native war dance. So it would be best if we kept our guard up."
"Oh, come Worf!" Riker sarcastically remarked. "This can't be a war dance because did you see those feathers that that man, or was it a woman…" Riker paused to contemplate the seriousness of that thought. But this didn't occupy too much of his thoughts because the first mate could handle such issues. "These pillows are very nice! Come over here and try this yellow one."
Worf frowned and wondered what the feathers had to do with it being a war dance or not. He must read that manual on native war dances again.
Tomo began to dance and sing loudly. After a few minutes of watching, Picard turned to Troy.
"Do you sense and evil intentions emitting from this figure?"
Troy her eyes and focused her senses on the performer. After a moment she opened her eyes.
"The performers ego has blocked my ability to sense any emotion other than vanity." Picard nodded.
"That's what I thought." He walked to the door and began to split the party.
"Geordi, take Yuiren and search the grounds. No. 1, you take Troy and search that corridor and Worf you take the other. Crusher and I will take this one." Everyone split and walked to search for Data.
Worf's particular corridor was not eventful. The first few rooms were filled with dusty armor. By the time he had reached the fourth room he could hear footsteps quickly approaching him. He ducked into the room and waited to see who was rushing towards him. Tomo stopped outside of the door that Worf was hidden behind.
"Ashitare! I know that you are in there! Come out, for you must finish watching my performance."
Insulted, Worf let out an annoyed grunt and strode towards the door and slammed the door shut.
"I am not Ashitare. I am a Klingon and I do not have canine ancestry. I am Worf. Son of Mogh and your war dance was the worst that I had ever seen and it's even listed with my manual of native war dances."
Tomo smiled at the door and lifted his manicured hands and produced a small clamshell.