Discalimer. unfortunately, i don't own nothing of the Star treck saga.(the only thing I own is Commander Celian Lapierre and her mother's planet, Endoria. (that's not Andoria! they are two different things!)

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cross-over between T.N.G. and Enterprise; it's set after Nemsis (2380; Riker and Dianna married some months before) for what concern T.N.G., and somewhere between the last two episodes of Enterprise (i decided to set the story in 2157, 4-5 years before the end of the story;here T'Pol mother is dead from a while).i hope you will love and like it,like i loved and i liked write it. I also hope there aren't too many mistakes, because i'm italian and my english isn't ever so perfect. Now, enjoy yourself and,if you want, Review!

Chapter 1: Old Friends, new Enemies.

U.S.S. Enterprise DI, 2380.

"I'm an alien. I mean, not physically. In that way, I am human. Sure, genetically speaking I am half-Terrestrial and half-Endorian, but who is able to tell that? Humans and Endorians are so…equal. However, I feel I am an alien, both on Earth and on Endoria. Probably this is the reason I decided to join the fleet, to find a new home, or at least to find where my heart belongs.…"

Jean Luc looked at the woman sat in front of him; Commander Celian Lapierre was more than 30, had black long hair and green eyes. She was not very tall, and there was something in her eyes made him think she was quite cold and she had suffered a lot in her brief life. Jean Luc knew Celian and her history; he understood why she felt that way. She came from Endoria, a planet with a straight matriarchal culture; her mother's family ruled most of the planet; when her mother was 20, went to Earth as a diplomatic. Here she met Marius Lapierre, Celian's father. Dalia did not want to fall in love with him, but it happened. Grow up in a land where people teach you about how women are superior to men, and how Endorians are superior to everybody else, can mean two things: or you hate the rest of the universe, or you are scared from it and run away. Delia opted for the second one; she escaped, with Celian growing up in her body. When the baby was born, she manifested the mental abilities of all the Endorians; she was able to move objects and communicate with the mind. In addition, she was intelligent and curious, like her father, Marius, a man of science and an explorer.

Year by year, her curiosity increased, like the hate her people felt. No one told her about her father, about her mother's mistake. And she, a child, was not able to understand why they felt that way. When she finally knew the truth, she decided to escape, to go to her father's home. She was 12. Some years later, she decided to join the fleet, and now, after years and years, she was the new Commander of the Enterprise.

"Did I mention how happy I'm to have you here, by my side?" Jean Luc asked her, shaking her right hand.

"Sure, Captain Piccard, you already mentioned it. And I can tell you I'm feeling exactly the same."

Celian and Jean Luc woke up from their chairs and went out from the Captain's office. They made a brief tour of the ship and the Captain made her known the entire crew. Celian was happy of her new life: she spent the last 7 years on the Voyager II, and then the promotion arrived. She was a commander now. On the Enterprise, the most famous ship in the universe, and her captain was Jean Luc Piccard, Uncle Jean Luc! He was one of the greatest friends of her father, he saw her grow up, he saw the most important moments of her life… He saw the beautiful ones and the horrible ones. He was like a member of the family, and she knew he felt the same for her and her father and his family.

"How's the admiral?" he finally asked her while they were outside the machine room. He was smiling, showing what he felt for that man.

"Well – she answered with the same smile – he is fine. I miss him and the others very much, because it is since I went on the Voyager II, I did not come back to Earth. I call them every day, or they call me, and he seems fine."

"Is he in Paris?"

"Yeah, he is back in Paris. My stepmother and my brother are ok, too. Everybody made me promise to tell you -hi-"

Piccard entered the room, where LaForge was giving orders to his men and speaking with Data.

"Data, Geordie, she is Celian Lapierre, new commander of the Enterprise."

"Commander Celian Lapierre, the askani of Ronian. There are a lot of informations about you and your people in my databases."

"I guess you're commander Data?" she asked him, but truly it was more an affirmation.

"Askani? What does it mean?" Geordie asked Data, who turned the head into the man's direction and started to give the requested informations, like he was an encyclopedia.

"Ronian: one of the five reigns of Endoria; Askani: the endorian title for the royal princess. Planet Endoria, entered in the Federation 49 years ago, populated from a human population, with a matriarchal tradition. Form of government: monarchy; each reign has a ruler. One of them, Ronian, is ruled by Queen Dalia, commander Lapierre's mother. The entire planet is smaller then the Earth and has 300.000.000 of habitants c.a., with mental powers like telepathy and telekinesis."

"My mother is no more the queen, like I'm no more an askani. Some weeks ago, in her reign, there was a rebellion. My mother and all our family was forced to escape in an other reign, one of our alleys. She is still scared to death; she thought they wanted to kill her and all the others." She explained quiet but with a shadow of sadness.

"Oh- he exclaimed amazed – a great lack of data. I must control the databases again. If you want to excuse me…" the robot said going away.

"He is a very expansive kind, isn't him?" she was not sure about what to say about Data. She knew he was a robot, but also a member of the crew, who made the academy and a career. She heard a lot about him, about the fact, he was no more a simple robot, but now it was an individual.

"It's simply Data. But believe me, he is better this way than with the emotional chip."

"Oh, it's not a too big problem. He remembers me about the E.H.M. of the Voyager II."

"What? Did you really use it? Why?"

"Our doctor died some hours later we left New Deep Space 9, when we were attacked by hostile aliens. We had no choice, so we activated it."

"Like the original Voyager did… - Geordie told her. - Exploration can be dangerous, we know it, too."

"Now, if you want to excuse us, I must take my commander on the command bridge. In addition, she needs to know our counselor, too. His name is Solon and he is from Vulcan." They went out from the room, in direction of the turbo-elevator.

"I'll give you the honor" he said her, smiling. She smiled at him, too, and proudly and excited she pronounced two words: "Command Bridge".

Few instants later, they were both there. "Officials on bridge!" a young alien boy, an Ensign, said. All the crew made the military salutation.

"Retired" the captain said, sitting on his chair. On his right there was Celian and, on the other side, his counselor, the Vulcanian Solon. He looked younger than she did, but Celian knew too well Vulcanian aged differently from Humans. Maybe, he was much, much, much older than she was.

Did you really say I am cold? Compared to him, I am like a torch…. She mentally said to her Captain.

"Captain! – The female communications officer exclaimed – a communication! The code coincides with the Searchmaster ones!"

"On screen!" he said.

On the big screen where before there was the spectacle of the dark blue sky full of stars, now, there was the imagine of a disturbed communication, coming from an other federal ship, the Searchmaster, one of the biggest, more modern and newest ships of all the Federation . A middle-aged man, who they understood to be the captain since his degrees and his uniform, was searching to tell them something. His voice was not only worried…but also scared, terrified. Something was wrong. Absolutely.

"….attack…vital system…lo…drones…not…wn….sp…he…light…" the communication ended, leaving the present without words.

"How long for arrive at their position?" Piccard asked his helmsman.

"More or less two hours – a young human man, blonde, in his thirties, answered – at the maximum velocity."

"Helmsman, trace the course, - Piccard said with courage and determination- we must help the Searchmaster! Or at least, we must try!"

Two hours later. Last known position of the U.S.S. Searchmaster.

Once arrived at the position of the Searchmaster, the Enterprise found only an almost destroyed ship. The proud of the Federation, the invincible newest product of the best minds of the entire known space, was almost destroyed; her dead body laid in front of them, surrounded by on obscure enemy, a so strong one, able to defeat them in a so brief time…

"Vital signs?" Piccard asked. But he already knew the answer.

"I'm scanning the entire ship – a young female officer said – but it seems there are no survivors.

"And what about the vital system?"

"Lost. There are no possibilities to find survivors. The entire crew of the Searchmaster is dead."

"My God, there where more then 1500 persons on that ship…- Celian said – the only positive thing is that it was only a military ship and there were no civilians on board…"

"Wait! – The same officer said – there is trace of electric activity! And the scans found something!"

"Maybe is coming from some system on the ship" Piccard said.

"No, there are no correlation between the activity and the ship."

"I don't like it – Celian said – it's a bad sign…"

"I think the same – Jean Luc said – I had a terrible intuition when I heard the communication from the Searchmaster…"

"Borgs. I think it, too. I have the same fear. And if they are really them…- she asked him, looking in his worried eyes – what can we do?"

"May I suggest expecting them to make the first move?" Solon said.

"Accepted – the Captain said – but everybody ready for the fight! Red alarm, shields on. I will not attack them, but if they will attack us, we will ready to react. Officers, in my office!" Piccard was ready for everything. Not only he know the Borgs and what they did… he know also how they thought. He has been a member of their collectivity. He promised to himself to let it happen never again. Nor to him or to others. Death, he know, was best than a life as Borg.

He went in his office, followed by his officers, but, a few seconds they entered the room, a known figure appeared mysteriously.

"Q! – the captain, who knew him best, said – what are you doing here?" Jean Luc felt as he smelt the smell of scorched. Something was decisively wrong.

Q? Celian asked mentally her mentor that Q? The famous one?

Yeah he answered like disgusted that Q. and, as you already understood, I do not like him or his people. Where there are they, there also great troubles. "Q, what do you want?"

"Please … - he answered desperately – please help me…help us."

"Q – Data told him – be quiet and tell us what happened."

"They… They arrived from an other dimension…. A dimension that is very different from our one and your one…. They have mental powers, great mental powers….They used them to win us…We weren't able to battle them so we called the Borgs in our help, we heard they were enemies, but they decided to became allies, because the Borgs convinced them of the presence of a common aim…"

"What aim?"

"Jean Luc, you delude me. What is their aim, you asked me. Well, I will answer you. Their aim is their usual aim. It's simple… they want to destroy the humans and the Federation."

"Coming back in time? It looked me the Searchmaster captain told something about a space headlight."

"Good work, captain – he said applauding – it's exactly what they want to do. And what they'll do, thanks to my people."