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This is a revision of my first try at writing one of these stories.
I need suggestions from any and all who read my first chapter.
Please tell me what you think.
The next chapter is coming together it just that i'm trying to wait
to see how the new Wesley episode will effect my story.  If at all.

*note archivest please replace old story with this one*



Star Trek The Next Generation
"Hour of the Wolf"


Chapter One:

     The soothing sounds of a Vulcan Lyrette filled the 12 by 10
dorm room as the light from the setting sun slowly begin to
retreat.  Sitting in the far corner of the room was cadet Wesley
Crusher.

     He impatiently recorded a letter to his mother whom, it
seemed, he had not seen for a life time.

"Hello Mom, " he said, as he put on his best face on for the camera.

     "I tried Yesterday to reach you by subspace but the
Enterprise is out of communications range.  Well, I just finished
my finial exam in History and I think I go an 'A' but my teacher,
Professor Emersin, seems to hate my guts.  Why you ask?  Well
that's what I've been wanting to tell you.  I met a girl.  Her
name is Catala. She is from Betazoid, she is 22, and she's the
professors daughter.
 I.."

     Cutting through the serine mood of his quarters, the
distinct sound of the communications hail was heard.  Wesley
abruptly stopped his brisk typing pace. "Yes."

     A beautifully soft, feminine voice, which could easily match
the tone of the Lyrette, replied, "Hi Wes.  What Are you doing?"

    Wesley's facial expression quickly changed from a blank
emotionless state, to one seen on a school boy who just
received a new toy. " I, I'm recording a letter to my mother
aboard the Enter.."

      The soft voice shifting to a tone of urgency, abruptly cut
Wesley off. "Wes meet me at Starfleet Tactical at 9pm.
Ok?"

     With a startled look of surprise, Wesley cautiously said,
"Why?"

     "I'll tell you when I get there," she responded.  "It's a
surprise. Gotta go now.  Bye honey!"

     The end of call beep echoed through the room for what seemed
to be an eternity for the young cadet.

    With only the sound of the Lyrette playing, the perplexed
Wesley Crusher slowly turned back to his video terminal.  Half of
his thought's still on the brief exchange he just had with Catala,
the other half somehow managed to finish the equally brief
message to his mother.


"    Captains Log:
     StarDate: 2438.62
     The Enterprise is proceeding at warp 7.6 to Starbase 12 for
urgently needed repairs to our deflector shields array.  Damage caused by
an ion storm encountered near outpost 8 have left the Enterprises
forward shields at 63 percent and her aft shields at 76 percent.
Our prompt resupply efforts of outpost 6,7,8 will make the time
needed for repairs negligible.  Estimated time of arrival: 1.3
days.

     On a lighter note:  My crew and I are looking forward to
receiving this years StarFleet Academy interns.  I'm sure my
senior officers will make there brief stay here very memorable."

     Captain Jean-Luc Picard slowly leaned back in his chair
intensely glaring at the terminal screen before him.  I sense of
despair silently tugged at his thoughts.   He contemplated to himself
if not for the deflector repairs the Enterprise could have used the two
extra days to follow up on the reported Rumullian activity near
the Neutral Zone.

     The Captain leaned forward clasping his chin between his
right thumb and index finger making his glaring stare even more
intense. As his thought's slowly begin to stray, the sounds of the
door sensor quickly brought him back to reality.

     "Come!", he confidently says as his position stayed
motionless. "Good Afternoon Captain." female voice replied.

    The very familiar voice immediately brought Captain Picard to
attention.  Straightening himself up he responded, "Beverly, What
a surprise.  I didn't expect to see you to see you until dinner."

    With a sense of urgency she entered the room walking directly
in front of Picards desk. "I just wanted to let you know that
Wesley will be joining the interns when we reach Starbase 1."

     "Good, it will be pleasant to have Wesley back at the Helm.
 I know Commander Riker has a few surprises to put those academy
skills to the test."   With a slow pause the Captain suddenly
realized that the doctor did not share his feelings. "What's
wrong Beverly?  You seem troubled. Don't you want Wesley to come
back."

     Slowly turning around, walking in a circle, she replied,
"It's not that Jean-Luc, just I wanted to spend as much time as
possible with Wesley when he comes."

     With a look of relief the Captain said, "And you will.  His
ship duties will only take a few hours, the rest of the day is
his to do what he wishes."

     "That's what scares me."  Walking in another circle she
continued, "It seems Wes has found himself a girlfriend."

     With a look of amusement Picard leaned back in his chair.

     "I checked the incoming duty roster and she will be coming
along with the interns." Finishing the arc in her circle she
stopped dead center in front of Picards desk as if ready to
attack if he uttered the incorrect words.

     With a large smile he cautiously started to speak
"Beverly...."

     Instantly Commanders Rikers Voice was heard over the intercom.
"Captain.  Long range sensors have Picked up what seem to be some
type of Borg footprint"

    With a silent sight of relief Picard responded, "On my way
number one!"  He quickly arose and walked toward the door
avoiding Beverly's eyes saying, "Lets continue this discussion at
dinner"  When he reaches the opening doors he turned and meet her
piercing stare. "Don't worry Beverly," he said with a false
smile.

     Walking past him she said "I can't help it.  He's my son"
She continued walking up the sloping platform into the elevator
and off the bridge.

     With a sense of relief Picard walked toward his awaiting
first officer.  With a silent nod of acknowledgement to his first
officer the Captain quickly he took his place at the Captains chair.
  "What the situation Number One?"

    Riker standing beside him he said, "Data has picked up what
seem to be some sort of Borg warpdrive footprint"

     "Data, How long ago where they here?"

     "17.2 Hours ago Sir."  Data replied without decreasing his
activities at the helm.

     "Can you compute the direction they are heading?" , the
Captain said.

     "Working............." Data sat motionless for a few seconds
as the whole crew literally held their collective breath awaiting

the reply they most dreaded.  "If my calculations are correct the
Borg are headed to the Sol System."


If you like it let me know why.  If you didn't like it let me know
why.  Please be critical and suggest helpful things not flames.
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