From: petitc@nuge111.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Snob Trek (The Royal Generation):  Exemption, Part 1
Reply-To: petitc@rpi.edu
Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, NY.
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 19:26:30 GMT

(This is my 1st attempt at a story---in this case, a crossover between Star
Trek and nobility---comments are welcomed)


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		Snob Trek:  The Royal Generation

		          "Exemption"

[Fade into a nicely jeweled Enterprise with ivory carvings littered about
the hull]

Picard: King's Personal Log.  The Stardate is, naturally, 31415.9.  We are
en route to the Blash-mif fiefdom, to collect their long-overdue tariffs.
They are a most uncivilized people---they don't even have serfs to serve their
every need.  What a terrifying thought!

[Quick shot to the bridge]

[We see Duke Data walking off the bridge into the turbolift]

Riker:  So, Dutchess Deanna, have you reconsidered my proposal yet?

Deanna:  Certainly not!  You are an uncivilized and undignified person, and
         a sorry excuse for a member of the Table!

Riker:  But you said you wanted a Prince Charming in your life, did you not?

Deanna:  Yes, I did.  But, I meant Prince CHARMING, _NOT_ an uncouth worm like
         you!

Riker:  I am above you in the Table.  I can have you kicked out.  Now, do
        what I want, woman!

{Riker reaches for Deanna, but she soundly slaps him across the face]

Deanna:  Maybe someday you'll learn you cannot get everything you want,
         PRINCE Riker.

Riker:  Do not throw words at me.  You are mine!

[Riker slams Deanna to the deck]

[Enterprise warps out of sight]

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[Picard walks onto the bridge and sees Riker trying to 'have his way' with
Deanna]

Picard:  WHAT ARE YOU DOING, NUMBER ONE?!

[Riker slowly gets off Deanna]

Riker (under his breath):  This isn't finished yet, not by a long shot.

[Riker looks at Deanna for a second, then slowly, defiantly turns his head
towards Picard]

Riker:  Your majesty, I was just---

Picard: SILENCE!!  We shall have a special meeting of the Table tonight, at
        1900 hours.  BE THERE!

[Riker glares at Picard, but says nothing]

[Picard gently extends his hand to Deanna]

Picard:  M'lady, are you alright?

[Deanna takes his hand and slowly gets up off the deck]

Deanna:  I am now.

Picard:  That Riker is too much sometimes.  He shall learn how to treat a
         lady.

Deanna:  I don't think so, your majesty.

Picard:  Riker will be punished.  I shall see to it.

Deanna:  I know you will try your best, but Riker has friends.

Picard:  I can handle any of his "friends."

Deanna:  Good luck.

[She blows him a kiss.  In reply, Picard bows chivalrously, and leaves the
bridge.]

[Camera follows Picard into the richly upholstered turbolift]

[Picard sighs to himself]

Picard:  10 Forward.

[The Turbolift slowly begins its descent]

Picard:  I wonder what I'll do about Prince Riker.  He's just so arrogant.

[Picard thinks to himself for a few more seconds, then the turbolift slows and
 stops at 10-Forward.  The doors slide open, and Picard steps out]

Guinan:  What'll you have, your majesty?  A scotch?  Burbon?  Romulan Ale?

Picard:  A scotch, thank you.

[Guinan retrieves the drinks from the replicator]

Guinan:  What's the problem?  Is Riker being a nuisance again?

Picard:  Yes.  Again.  He's become more trouble than he's worth.

Guinan:  Sometimes, you just have to be patient.

Picard:  But he tried to take Deanna.

Guinan:  I see.  So, you're going to bring him before the Table?

Picard:  Damn right!  He has to learn discipline, and must be punished.

Guinan:  I guess you have to do whatever you feel is right.

[Picard finishes his drink and leaves 10 Forward, somewhat more calm.  He
enters the turbolift]

Picard:  Table room.

[The turbolift slowly starts to move.  As it stops, the doors open.  We can
see six chairs seated around a heavy, black stone table, with only a bright
blue glow overhead.  The center of the table is hollowed out----a seventh
chair is positioned there.  Riker is seated in it.  Deanna, Data, Geordi,
Dr. Crusher, and a strange-looking man in priestly garb are in five of the
six seats.  Picard takes a seat]

Picard:  This meeting of the Table can now begin.

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