Twin suns hung in a green sky over a barren, wind-swept rock face. A few figures in color-coded uniforms milled about, collecting information with complex instruments. Data studied his tricorder, and tapped at its display fastidiously as it scanned the smooth, lifeless stone under them. His readings seemed to be skewed, so he compensated for the atmospheric radiation and composition, and resumed his scans.
"Any luck, Mister Data?
" Asked the commanding officer of their away team, Commander Riker.
" Data replied, "The intensity of the binary star system's radiation is interfering with my instruments.
Riker nodded, looking between the officers that had joined him on the planetary surface. "It's interfering with me, too. Any more of this double sunlight and I'm gonna have a permanent sunburn. We'll have to keep looking for the energy traces with the Enterprise's instruments.
Data folded away his tricorder and rejoined Riker. "Aye, sir. I will be able to make use of the readings I have made thus far to recalibrate our sensors. We should then be able to track the crystalline entity.
"Excellent. Four to beam up.
Data held out a hand, "Just a moment, Commander. I may still be able-
Data could not finish his sentence, as a beam of light overcame him; a force possibly confused for, but utterly distinct from the transporter beam of the Enterprise
"-to increase sensitivity... to the...
" Data realized that he was no longer on the planet surface, and the away team he had been on was nowhere to be found. Immediately he set about trying to gain his bearings. His internal chronometer had detected no interruptions; he had been on the barren surface of New Ibiza moments ago, and he had been instantly transported here. Curious.
Data tapped his communicator badge, and it clicked to life. "Data to Enterprise.
" Silence answered him. "Enterprise, do you read me?
" More silence. It seemed that he was on his own. Data looked about, trying to use reason and evidence to determine what had happened to him. He was in a structure, the aesthetics of which he did not recognize, and could not attribute to any known human or alien construction methods. Still, it held to various basic engineering principles, and the proportions of the walls, ceilings, doors, and other fixtures suggested that it was built to accommodate humanoids. Data could detect the ultrasonic hum of a reactor through the walls and floors, and the chemical makeup of the air suggested that it was being artificially scrubbed and purified. He seemed to be on a ship, or possibly a space station, but one belonging to an unknown alien race that had transported him outside of the Enterprise
's communication range.
He took a closer look at some of the furniture and miscellany that were in the room with him. He opened his tricorder and took readings of the electronics and instruments around him. Based on what they seemed capable of monitoring or performing, as well as the large number of reclining beds in this area, Data reasoned that he was in the ship's medbay or infirmary. For the time being, he seemed to be alone. That was what he thought, until his tricorder alerted him to a human life-sign at the furthest end of the infirmary. Data hustled over, following his instrument's signal, until he was greeted with the sight of a massive stone coffin that had seemingly been dropped on top of a destroyed medical bed. Data continued to scan the object, finding a man within, encased in a form of body armor that Data was unfamiliar with.
Readings indicated that he was regaining consciousness, and Data attempted to communicate with him, "Excuse me sir, can you hear me? Are you in need of medical attention?
" After a moment of consideration, he figured it would be safe to ask, "Are you aware of how you arrived here? Do you know who may have brought you or myself to this facility?