As I walk out, I check out the action, but there's no feeling, no lust or urge in my glances. So what? Maybe I'm getting old. That Bajoran girl, the one the Chief hit on, well, she could have been my daughter. Way too young.

Strolling down the corridor, another face comes to mind. The Doctor. Yeah. I remember the way her greenish eyes shined as she gave me my mandatory first checkup. But I checked her out too. Not Karen, I think glumly, but definitely a woman, and rather friendly, even to me. She could really take my mind offa this boring place. But then again, ain't I supposed to be just a professional killer?

Whatever. Dropping my butt at my desk, a light blinks, indicating a message. Wondering who would possibly want to talk to me, my disappointment is ratified as I read the message from the Security Chief. Apparently there's to be shifts of two meatheads to guard the Tholian deligation, only they're not to look like guards. Oh sure, stare at the ceiling and whistle. The message goes on to say that I can join a shift if I wish.

Since I haven't heard back from the Captain or the Commander, who I theoretically answer to on this bucket, I voice a reply then delete it before sending. After all, no responsibility goes both ways.

Looking through the Grapevine, the anonymous free-for-all BBS on the computer, there's nothing but silly rumours and gossip. I suppose it's a good place to blow off steam, but it looks like more of a cheap mis-information bull session to me.

The activity schedule is a bit more interesting. The Tholians have the run of the ship. Now that is strange. They aren't in the Federation, negotiations haven't even begun yet, and they're showing them OUR TECHNOLOGY? I wonder who made such a stupid decision. I can think of quite a few places on THIS ship that should be verboten.

But the higher-ups, both of them, are supposed to know better, aren't they? Shaking my head, I turn in for a few hours of restless tossing and turning before I check in for the next security shift.

Chief Jensen

Coe sat down behind is desk and quickly checked his mail he saw a message from Ensign Wadell but apart from that, he had nothing of any interest. He swivelled around in his chair and looked out the long slender glass as the ship sped toward Rigel 7, the stars streaming past. He heard the door chim,

" Come." Coe said it loud enough for the computer to hear. Lt. T'Nevin entered the door and stood at attention, he looked less than pleased about his night being interrupted.

" Lt.Jg T'Nevin reporting for as requested sir." A small snowl creeping across his face. Coe smilled and motioned with his hand toward the waiting chair.

" Please sit Mr T'Nevin."

" Thankyou sir" T'Nevin took a seat and waited silently. After a minute Coe looked up from the padd that he was studying and began to adress T'Nevin.

" Lt, Approximatly 3 hours ago, when the Galaxy was still in contact with the Tholian vessel, Lt Chiron picked up a scan from the Tholian ship which contained Tachyonic Particles, Sub-Space Detection Algorithms and something hidden in the beam itself. At first this was not terribly alarming, it appeared that the tholians where trying to create a sub space link with the Galaxy's computer database. Shortly after this...beam, was discovered, we left the sector enroute to Rigel 7, leaving the Tholian ship, well out of a sub space link vicinity. However," Coe paused to make sure T'Nevin had understood. feeling satisfied, he continued.

" Even though the Tholian is more than 6.6 light years away, the beamis still being detected, which means, that it must be coming from another ship."

" A cloaked vessel!" T'Nevin sprand when he told his idea.

" Yes, thats what I thought, now it is up to you and I to either porve, or disprove that theory. Now lets get to work, any suggestions?"

Chris N
AKA: Lt. Johnathon Thomas Coe
Chief Tactical Officer USS Galaxy

After the meeting with the Tholians Jamson was on his way to Ten-Forward.

The Tholians were acting a little strange and their leader showed no respect to the Captain or to the other crew members. "A creature who does not respect the others has no Honor, and a creature with no Honor is a Qua'hom, and there is no Honor in killing a Qua'hom." Jamson thought to himself. But again it was a normal mission and Jamson was a Starfleet Officer.

****Ten-Forward****

When Jamson entered the room he could see that there was a new Bartender, and a pretty tall one, Jamson sat near the bar and started looking around. The Bartender, who was very busy with clients, didn't notice Jamson but how could he? He was too busy.

On the other side of Ten-Forward, near one of the corners Jamson saw Ensign Ti sitting with Chief Jensen. Ensign Ti sat there without saying a word and after Jensen finished his words she said something,got up and ran out of Ten-Forward. The Chief sat there stairing at the wall.

"Well, I guess he wasn't lucky" Jamson whispered to himself.

"You can say that again" The tall bartender said to Jamson and continued "The name is Liam, Liam Sketcher."

"Commander Michael Jamson" Jamson said and shook Liam's hand.

"So you're Commander Jamson. Nice to meet you." Liam said.

"Nice to meet you too, Liam." Jamson replied.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Liam asked Jamson.

"Well..., give me 1 HIq HIvje'mey(beer) for our friend Mr.Jensen and 1 Wornagh(warnog) for me."

"Coming up" Liam said and after a few seconds he brought 2 big glasses and added : "Here you go."

"Thanks Liam." Jamson said and headed toward Chief Jensen, but he was already gone.

"Well, that's another drink for me" Jamson said and got back to the Bar.

Commander Michael Jamson
FO/XO
USS Galaxy

"Momma, Da!" A Cardassian guard held Ti firm while two others pulled her parents away from her. "Momma, Momma, Da!" Ti cried out to her parents. Ti kicked and squirmed trying to break the Cardassian hold.

Ti was made to watch as her parents were made to kneel with their legs croosed and their hands behind their head. She saw the guards pull out a weapon and shoot them. Ti screamed.

Ti sat up in bed, shaking. She had that same dream again. She asked the computer to give the time. She still had four hours before she had to be on the bridge. After the nightmare, she could not go back to sleep. She got up, showered, and got dressed.

She went to the bridge. The helmsman on duty gave her a puzzled look as she relieved him early. Being chief, she had the right. She sat down at the terminal and began her watch.

Ti Miran
Chief Helmsman

" So, you know what we are looking for?" Coe eyed T'Nevin curiously as he said it.

" Yes Sir"

" Good, lets get to work" The two officers got out of the chairs and left the room, on their way to the main bridge where they would begin there search.

****Main Bridge****

The sliding doors of the turbolift swung open and Coe, followed by T'Nevin stepped out and began to head toward the tactical command station. Commander Jamson was on duty at the time and he acknowledged the two officers presence with a brief nod. Coe arrived at the tactical station and relieved Ensign Anna Hanley from her duty. Coe noticed that Ensign Hanley was obviously enjoying her new post and was upset to have to leave the bridge. Coe watched as Hanley left the bridge and noticed that as the turbolift doors opened for Ensign Hanley, Ensign Ti, the newly arrived chief Helmsman on the Galaxy stepped out and took her station. This was unusual as it was currently in the middle of the beta shift, and Ti was not expected on the bridge for another 3 and a half hours. Coe shrugged his head, perhaps she liked to turn up early, and then smiled at the thought.

" Enthusiasm" He muttered to himself.

He punched a few keys on his console and then looked up at the patiently waiting T'Nevin.

" Lt. I want you to take your position at Science station 1 and begin working on ways to detect the cloaked vessel."

" Yes Sir" After saying this T'Nevin walked calmly over to science station 1 and sat down quietly, beginning his work. Coe to put his head down and began to work on a solution.

Chris N
AKA: Lt. Johnathon Thomas Coe
Chief Tactical Officer USS Galaxy

I finally surrender to the restlessness. Standing, I look at the standard ship's uniform, the one with the Ensign's markings on it, on the dresser. I hate that uniform. The only reason it was "suggested" I wear it is so people would know I have no authority here. Damn it, I'm a Major, same as a Lieutenant Commander, and because I'm only an observer, I have to wear Ensign's pips? Negative.

After shaving, spashing a bit of water onto my face, and checking my pits, I check over my uniforms. The standard ship's uniform with its Ensign pips lay on the floor where I last tossed it. Instead, I put on MY uniform, of the same cut but all black except for a narrow red stripe horizontally across the chest. Just because I'm a Major with NO authority on this tugboat doesn't mean I have to wear Ensign's marks. If these people can't tell the difference between a Major and a Lieutenant Commander, they should go back to the Academy.

Wandering the endless hallways, alone, I get a few looks in my non-standard duds. But as usual, my presence seems to threaten everyone, as even when I'm on the turbolift, conversation lags and other occupants move away. No one likes a Marine except when they're up to their eyeballs in guana.

After a couple of hours of this, I find myself back at Ten-Forward. After a brief pause, I enter. The place is busy as usual. The Chief is gone, no doubt disappointed at his failure to score. However, Commander Jamson is sitting at the bar with what appears to be two klingon beers, talking to the bartender. Not being in the mood to sit at another empty table, I take a seat one down from the Commander. Immediately the bartender, a tall guy takes my order, with a bloody smile, yet.

I order a large coffee, black It appears in moments. As I take a swig of the steaming liquid, I notice the Commander watching me with a smirk. He's either going to try reprimand me for not wearing the right uniform, or...who cares. I halfheartedly try at conversation.

"So, Commander, you always kick back two of those things at a time?"

With a possible cloaked vessel nearby, and possibly being scanned, there was a big problem. Especially since the USS Galaxy was in empty space and light-years from anything bigger than a grain of sand.

Lieutenant JG Kane had a few ideas about how to overcome the (possible). The solutions Kane had thought of required active participation; that is the Galaxy would have to actively maneuver, and a starship maneuvering is easily dectable by a cloaked ship.

Kane recalled something about Optical Cloaking bleed and "The Open Door Phenomenon" and how they related to cloaked ships.

Optical Cloaking Bleed had been found only a few times in images of warp speed cloaking vessels that were relatively near to the "photographer". Basically, if you brought the ship to a dead stop, and the cloaked vessel's officers were so close to you that they didn't have time to react, and they flew by you at warp speed, there would be a visual disturbance in space as they went past.

The Open Door phenomenon has occured only once, but if the Galaxy could force it upon the cloaked ship, it would also reveal their position. The Open Door Phenomenon happened when the USS Nemesis was fighting the Romulan Warbird Night Raven. The Night Raven blew a coolant line along its hull, and the ship momentarily lost hull integrety. The cloaking device couldn't compensate quickly enough, and the result was sensors picking up a tightly contained exposure of M-class environmental conditions.

Kane decided that he would inform Captain Price of these options as soon as possible.

Julian King (a.k.a. Lt. JG Kane)
king@fl.net.au

"So, these are the tactical displays? Do they show your current war condition? What's that sign for? Aha, hmmm, what about ..."

The shortest of the three Tholian guests kept on nagging the officers in Engineering with his hard to please curiosity. He seemed determined to learn as much as possible of the Federation Technolgy. Shivok remained with the group as primary contact person, but resisted to contribute too much to the sight seeing tour. With satisfaction he noticed Sterners decision to send two security chaps with them, just in case...

Although the Tholian delegation leader shouted loudly about this treatment, Shivok was able to convince him, that these people act as guards of honor for such a mighty and honourfull warrior as the leader was. This seemed to calm him down a little, but he kept on muttering.

After an extensive visit in Engineering the delegation wished to have a look at the armoury and the torpedo bay. A collective hiss went through the people accompaining the delegation. Shivok interrupted, before the situation heatened up too much: "Gentlemen, we have been on our visit for four hours, I believe we all need a little break, and I suggest we're going to visit first one of the recreation areas onbaord the USS Galaxy, our bar called Ten Forward, before we proceed to the next places."

"Recreation area?" The Tholian leaders face turned into a smile of digust. "Why do you waste space on your vessels for such useless things?"

"It might be useless in your eyes, mighty leader, but, unless the Tholians, the Humans and Humanoids onboard need a place to refuel and relax from time to time. The designers of this ship have taken into account the experiences of more than two centuries of space travel and created places, where the crew members could evade from their normal routine work. Such places are the arboretum, the holodecks, the gyms and of course Ten Forward, and they enjoy great popularity."

The Tholian leader expressed his disgust of the concept of recreation, but remained silent and followed the Counselor, who headed for the turbo lift. While they were waiting for the lift to come, Shivok addressed the leader again: "I noticed you seemed distracted by the idea of recreational zones onboard a star ship. If you pardon my curiosity, but how does your people cope the long periods of regular routine work?"

The leader smiled (or at least Shivok interpreted a smile): "Counselor, I'm confused by your question." The lift has arrived and they entered. "Deck 10". The lift moved to the its destination. "Our ships are designed for best functionality with least space. We prefer to have additional weapons or stronger power generators and don't waste space for the well-being of our crew. The service on a Tholian ship is a matter of honour. Anyone serving onboard our ships is proud enough to perform his duty and doesn't need places, which distract him from doing so."

Shivok rose an eye-brow, a sign, that his Vulcan part again had to supress the natural reaction of his Betazoid part. The door opened and Shivok lead the three Tholians and the two security guys inside Ten Forward. The bar was only barely visited. He lead the Tholians to a table and received their orders. On his way to the bar he secretly activated his commbadge and informed the captain about the latest events.

Stephane, aka
Lt.Cmdr. Shivok
Counselor
USS Galaxy

"Hey, tough guy, the shift's over. Go home, get some sleep." Ensign Mitchell said as he arrived on the bridge.

"As a vulcan, I require much less sleep than a human. I had intended to continue my research into the next shift." Shtik replied.

"I think you're trying to dodge your roommate. I hear you disagree with Ens. Schneider's choice of music." Mitchell stated.

"Of all the wonderful works of art and literature that humans have provided the galaxy, I have yet to determin the significance of country music." Shtik almost let out a sigh. "Would you mind working from Science station 2. I will transfer what information I have there and perhaps together we can come up on a solution."

PERSONAL LOG

The people on this ship are a different group of people then I have ever worked with. They are trying to make me feel welcome, to become my friends. It is a sensation that I have not felt before. In the prison camp, everybody's concern was survival, not friendship. The friend I did made died soon after. Robert asked me out on a dare from his friends. It is new.

I think, maybe, someday I will be privileged to call someone "good friend".

END LOG

Ti sat back and sighed. It had been a long day and it was barely half over. She needed to relax. How was the question. She knew Ten-Forward would probably be crowded. She thought of the Holodeck, but decided to head to the gym. She dressed in loosing fitting clothes and made her way through the ship.

Ti passed few people, nobody she knew. She entered into the gym. It was empty. On the mats, she first stretched out. Then she started some basic yoga positions. As she sat in a Lotus position, she decides her mind is not with it. She gets up to leave when an idea pops into her mind. It is only a thought but it might work out for the best.

She gets back into her quarters and sends a message to Chief Jensen inviting him to go horseback riding with her. Around horses was one place Ti relaxed. She added in the message to meet her at Holodeck 2 in thirty minutes. She did not know if he was on duty or what but he had tried earlier to get her to go with him to the Holodeck. With that, she dressed in her riding chaps and boots, and left.

Ti Miran
Chief Helmsman

"Uh No" the Chief thought, and with that he stood up to meet the Delegation. The counsler introduced everyone and after the introductions the head of the Tholian delegation asked if he could see a test of the Transportor systems.

"Chief....I want to see a test of the Transportor system" The Tholian leader asked. The chief was very startled at the rudeness of the leader, but he thought he should show the leader, anyways, the counsler nodded for him to do so.

"Sure....just one second while I adjust some on the controls." the chief said looking down at the console. He went to adjust the buffer and lower the power to beam a liquid nitrogen container onto transportor pad one.

"Just one more second......There it we go...... initiating a lock right........." The chief suddenly glanced at the Tholians as a strange feeling went through his entire body. The Tholians seemed to move a little closer to the console to watch his every move and what he was doing. The chief had a bad feeling about this and instead of getting a clear lock on the Container, he shut off the entire system and programed the console to start to beep.

"I'm sorry.......I am expirencing a little difficulties with the transportor module right now. I can't seem to figure out the problem. I think I have to make a few adjustment and it might take me a little time........sorry.", the chief said quickly.

"Chief Jensen.....We will come back at a later time when the transportor is fixed." The counsler calmly said. "Thank You Chief". But the Tholian leader was not very happy.

"What....there is no problem with the transportor system. I demand a demonstration." The Tholian leader blurted out. The chief just sat there looking back at the Tholians and said "I'm sorry, but there is a problem."

"What's going on here Chief. I'm insulted and I will make sure that the Captain will know about your actions."

And with that the delegation left the transportor room. As they left, the Counsler looked back at the chief and raised his eyebrow in question, and then walked out. Jensen knew he was going to hear from the good counsler as well as the Captain soon......It was a matter of time.

Jensen asked himself why he didn't show the Tholian delgation the transportor, but he couldn't answer that question. He knew that if he did, something might have happened. "Oh Well" he thought, "I'll take the punishment later" and with that he finished up his shift and headed towards his quarters.

When Jensen arrived at his quarters he checked to see if he had any messages. "Computer....any messages for Chief Petty Officer Thomas Jensen." . "You have one message from Ensign Ti Miran" the computer said.

"Oh" Jensen said out loud, "Computer show message".

Message: Chief Jensen, I am just inviting you to go Horseback Riding with me in holodeck two. If you are available to go please meet me in thirty minutes.

Ensign Ti

:End Message:

Chief Jensen was so surprized that he almost fell onto the floor. He checked the time the message was written and determined that he was five minutes late. He quickly put on his civilian clothes and ran over to holodeck two. When he got there he stopped brfore entering and thought to himself......"I've never ridden a horse before, I bet it's just like river rafting." And he entered the holodeck. The program was beautiful and it smelled just like the country he grew up in. "WOW' he said out loud, "this is great." Chief Jensen then stated to walk around to find Ensign Ti, but he couldn't find her. So he started to call for her. "Ensign....Ensign....." there was still no answer, but he still continued to search. He walked through a grove of apple trees and as he came to the other end he could hear the sounds of a Horse Gallaping. When he exited the grove he saw Ensign Ti riding the most beautiful horse he had ever seen. Jensen waved and she waved back......riding towards him.

Chief Thomas Jensen

Captain Price was up bright and early the next day. He was anxious to find out what his Officers had learned about Lieutenant Coe's theory that the strange emissions that were bouncing off of the USS Galaxy were actually coming from a cloaked vehicle.

The Captain walked over to the replicator in his quarters.

"Bajoran Coffee, Hot, with cream."

A steaming mug of java materializes which the Captain picks up. He smells the aroma before taking a sip, then walking over to his desk to sit down. Activating the desktop padd, Price adds an entry to the log:

Captain's Log - Supplemental:

We have rendezvoused with the Tholian ship and taken on the five Tholian delegates for escort to Rigel 7.

Though very alien to our culture, the delegates all seem eager to learn and cooperate with my staff. Their frank and direct questions seem to have given the crew the impression that the Tholians are rude. I can only hope that they remember their training on alien etiquette from Starfleet Academy.

I am concerned over the discovery by one of my Ensigns which would appear to indicate the Galaxy is being scanned by an unknown source. I have several of my senior staff working on the problem, trying to prove or disprove the hypothesis.

Today I believe Lieutenant Capizzi has arranged a ship tour for the Tholian delegates. I look forward to hearing how the Tholians appreciate the young Lieutenant's enthusiasm.

"Computer. Close log entry."

The computer responded in the usual manner. Captain Price took another sip of his coffee before getting up from his desk.

"Guess I'd better get to the bridge. I don't want to be late for Alpha shift!"

Grabbing his padd with the days schedule in one hand, and his mug of hot Bajoran coffee in the other, Captain Price made his way to the turbo lift, in route to the bridge.

As the Captain rode on the lift, he glanced at the duty roster on his padd.

T'Lein,
T'Nevin,
Shtik,
Wadell,
Ti,
Coe,
Quall

all names he had seen before. "Some of the senior officers will need to be relieved in order to accommodate the Tholians and investigate these strange sensor readings." The Captain thought. Lifting his mug up to take another sip of coffee, Captain Price smiled. "I hope Ensign Dana isn't in engineering when Lieutenant Capizzi gives the Tholians a tour."

The turbo lift doors swooshed open, and Captain Price stepped onto the bridge.

The Bartender waited silently behind the bar for his next cusotmer.

Walking over to the bar, she noticed that the Bartender himself didn't look quite settled. New as well, perhaps. She sat on the stool and on the Bartender's approach, leaned over the bar and spoke quietly, "I hear you specialize in drinks 'long thought extinct'?"

"Yes."

"Ok." Her eyes smiled approvingly. "Do you know what a 'Coke' is?"

The Bartender averted his eyes in thought. Moments later he smiled, left and soon after returned with a glass full of fizzing brown liquid. She sighed and took the glass.

"I haven't had one of these in such a long time." She paused. "Thank you."

"I have a feeling you're going to give me more than one challenging order while we're here, aren't you?" He added.

"Count on it." And with that she left, fizzing drink in hand. Walking down the empty halls she wondered if things would pick up soon in sick bay. She didn't wish people sick, just something to do. Sorting through files wasn't the most exciting thing.

She entered her quarters after a few moments hesitation.

"What am I to do now?" She whispered to herself. Silently she sat at her desk and accessed the terminal. Scanning the crew bios, she came across on in particluar that stood out. The Commander. Just the battle she needed. Such a driven man. Little did anyone know that she, as well, lost her Vulcan upbrining once entering the battle field.

To: Commander Jamson
Fr: Lt.jg Bellen

Care to join me for a Klingon battle in the holodeck? I've been itching for a good fight.

Ast. Chief Medical Bellen

*** Main Engineering ***

Lieutenant JG Kane was busy getting ready for the Tholians in Engineering. The whole place had to be neat, and everything fuctioning properly. Kane didn't particularly like the idea of a non-Federation species in Engineering, especially with such technology at stake, but he had his orders. Kane was still quietly pondering the "Cloaked Ship Problem" in the back of his mind, but he didn't have enough time to really think about it now.

Kane was busy looking at the nacelle displays when a group of Tholians walked in. Though he was surprised, Kane kept his face neutral, and walked over to meet them. Lt. Capizzi was in his office, obviously working on the cloaked ship problem, but Capizzi didn't come out.

"Hello. I am Lieutenant JG Kane, Assistant Chief Engineer. Shall we begin the tour immediately?"

The Tholians were somewhat taken aback. They had obviously expected Chief Engineer. The Tholians agreed anyway, and Kane led them into Engineering, but as he did so, he walked past Capizzi's office and tapped on the window. Capizzi looked up, and when he saw the Tholians, he hurried out.

"Aahh... I see Lieutenant Capizzi now.. I would think it best if he continued the tour."

Capizzi smiled to Kane, and led the Tholians away, and as he walked past Kane he whispered "Thankyou."

Kane could only smile.

As the Tholians left, Kane started to wonder why the Tholians were so interested in the ship. It's almost as if they wanted to take over, and know how to operate the ship. Naahh.. Kane walked away to check a power fluctuation in the Port Plasma relay.

Julian King (a.k.a. Lt. JG Kane)
king@fl.net.au

Coe had been working quietly for the past 3 hours on the bridge, trying to figure out a way to detect a cloaked vessel, if there was one, but so far had had no success. Obviously Lt T'Nevin was having no luck either as he still sat at science station 1, his head embedded in his console. Coe looked up briefly, the Captain was now on shift as Commander Jamson's shift had ended and hour ago. He put his head down and began to read up on the possibilities of using the parametric subspace field stress sensor to detect the cloaked ship, however Coe admitted to himself, it didn't look hopeful. He worked for another half hour on the it and ended up at a dead end. He was ready to end all hope when an idea struck him. Perhaps, just maybe, he could use the gravametric distortion scanner to detect the ship. At the moment, the Galaxy was travelling at warp 5, if the ship sped up to warp 6 and then suddenly drop back to warp 4, and the gravametric distortion scanner was activated at the right time, a subspace distortion should be detected if there was indeed a cloaked ship. However, it would take exact timing to work. Coe was excited by his new discovery and quickly researched his idea in depth to double check his thoughts. And he concluded that although it may not work, it was the Galaxy's best chance.

He looked at T'Nevin and caught his gaze, a dejected look on the officers face signalled Coe that he had had no luck. Coe took his idea to the Captain. He walked down the slop from his tactical station and as he neared Captain Price, the Captain looked up and gave him a friendly smile.

" Captain, I think I have come up with a way to detect the cloaked ship. "Coe looked meaningful at Price and waited for a answer.

" Continue." Price motioned with his hand.

" Currently we are travelling at warp five, If the Galaxy was to suddenly increase and then decrese speed, whilst simultaneously activating a slightly modified gravametric distortion scanner, the cloaked ship, would create a slight distortion in space as it to tried to compensate for the galaxy's movenments, and, I could still have the Galaxy at Rigel 7 on time. However I cannot guarantee that it will work and it would need some necessary modification by the engineering crew to the sensor array and spilt second timing for the plan to work, what do you think?" Coe paused, and waited for a reply from the Captain. The Captain looked thoughtful for a minute.

" Lt, I dont want to be behind schedule, neither do I want to alarm the Tholain delegation, however, If you can put this thing together and make the modifications easily, with the minimal amount of fuss, I would authorise it." Althought the Captain didn't directly say it, he seemed pleased with Coe's work.

" Yes Sir"

" Well then, Do it mate!" The Captain smiled and Coe nodded his head, before leaving the bridge, on his way to engineering to make the modification to the forward sensor array.

Chris N
AKA: Lt. Johnathon Thomas Coe
Chief Tactical Officer USS Galaxy

The low, swoosh-hiss of the warp engines could be heard on the Bridge. Casey could see the stars streaking past the ship as it propelled itself forward, the stars looked so small on the main viewer. Casey had been on duty now for three hours. He was comfortable in the Ops chair. And things seemed uneventful. Deiran was waiting for the computer to finish it’s level 6 diagnostic on pulsar radiation emissions. They didn’t look out of the ordinary...until...

When Deiran saw the results from the diagnostic, he knew something was strange.

"Sir, I’m picking up some strange pulsar radiation emissions...I think it would be wise to discuss my findings with Captain Price or Commander Jamson."

Lt.Kane looked at Casey, he sensed an urgency in Deiran’s voice, "Permission to report your findings to Captain Price is granted, Ensign."

Deiran stood to his feet and headed for the turbolift, Ensign Freeman replaced Casey at Ops. Once Casey was inside the turbolift he tapped his comm badge, Ensign Casey to Captain Price.

The Captain was sitting on the sofa in his quarters and tapped his comm badge to respond, "Price here, what is it Ensign?"

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but I think I have something you and the Executive Officer’s might want to hear."

"Is it important?" the Captain asked a little wearily.

"I’m sorry sir, but it is, I believe we’re being tailed."

"Okay, meet me in the Conference Room, Ensign."

"Aye sir." The conversation ended.

Thirty minutes later in the Conference Room.

Everyone was there, Captain Price, Commander Jamson, Lt.Coe, Lt.T’Lein, Lt.T’Nevin, Lt.Capizzi and Lt.Sterner. Casey had bothered them all, either from sleep or much needed relaxtion. He hoped it was worth it.

"Okay, Ensign, what do you have?" asked the Captain. Casey was standing at the computer screen in front of everyone, all eyes on him, he began,"Well sir, at first I thought the ship’s sensors were picking up a pulsar radiation emission from a nearby star, the Korlon nebula. But after I ran a level 6 diagnostic I realized that they weren’t normal radiation readings for just any pulsar. They’re pulsar radiation emissions, designed to look like pulsar radiation emissions on the ship’s sensors." Casey showed the officer’s the difference in readings, and compared normal pulsar radiation emission with the one in question. "As you can see it’s man made, it’s not coming from the ship, or inside the ship. It’s my feeling that there’s a cloaked ship in the vicinity and it’s monitoring us with a disguised emitter array. It’s faint, but it’s there! It’s array is on us like a lioness after it’s prey!"

Casey finished his presentation. When he looked at everyone, they weren’t exactly enthusiastic by these findings. They didn’t look impressed and seemed a little perturbed. Casey didn’t like that. "Oh man I’ve made them mad, they think I’m some crazed Ensign trying to impress them with normal pulsar rad emissions!" Casey thought to himself.

"Have a seat Ensign," the Captain motioned for Casey to take a seat at the far end of the table. Casey sat down.

"How did you find these patterns Ensign?" the Captain asked.

"I didn’t at first, sir. I did three diag’s before I saw this!"

Captain Price looked at his Executive officers,"Any suggestions?"

Commander Jamson spoke up,"Ensign Casey’s hard work is admirable but I think it’s just a sensor echo."

Lt.Capizzi followed,"It’s probably just saturated readings from the Korlon nebula."

Lt.Coe and Lt.T’Nevin looked at each other then at Ensign Casey. "Sir, I agree with Deiran, I’ve been looking for proof of a cloaked ship. This sounds like proof to me."

"I agree captain," Lt.T’Nevin said.

"Well if Lt.T’Nevin thinks there’s more to this I’m willing to look into and verify the readings," Lt. Capizzi replied, "I’m still skeptical."

Casey was a little upset. If Casey wasn’t sure of his findings he would’ve never disturbed the Executive officer’s, he knew better than that and knew Starfleet procedure better than anyone on the ship save Captain Price. He wanted to lash out in anger and say something in retaliation. He did not, knowing that they’d put it on his record and he could have the reputation of being irrational and unpredicatably angry, that would not look good when it came time for promotions. He loaded a computer demonstration into the room’s computer display in front of the room, and spoke up,"Sir, may I show the officer’s a demonstaration of what exactly is going on with these pulsar radiation emissions?"

"Yes, Ensign."

"I’ve loaded a program that will show you all what’s going on." A visually stunning display appeared on the computer screen. "Here are the normal pulsar radiation emission readings from the Korlon nebula and how they’d affect the ship’s sensors. Now in this scenario I would completely agree with Commander Jamson and Lt. Capizzi. But, this is what the pulsar emissions are doing..." the display screen showed the emissions making a half circle emanating from the aft of the ship, deflecting off the nebula and appearing on the ship’s sensors. "I might add that this demonstration was programmed by the computer and not me. Captain Price I respect the opinions of my senior officers, but I’ll stake my career on the fact that there’s a cloaked ship and it’s tailing us, monitoring us with these disguised emitter array readings."

"Thank you Ensign, I’ll take that into consideration."

"Sir, I also have an idea how we could expose the ship to our sensors without them realizing that we’ve done so. I’d like to emit an ion pulse disguised as a pulsar radiation emission from the Galaxy’s emitter array. By using their own tactics they won’t know that we’re sending them an ion field pulse that will feed itself into their computer and then work it’s way to their cloaking device. They’ll be revealed. They won’t be able to re-cloak for awhile because the ion pulse I’ll send will take hours to extract from their computers."

Captain Price looked at T’Nevin,"What do you think Lieutenant?"

"It’s a good idea, it’s never been done before, conceivably it could work with some modification to the the ship’s emitter array program which could be done by Science. I could work with Ensign Casey to get it configured."

"I’ll take the idea into consideration. For now I want to verify that there’s even a ship out there. Ensign Casey, your shift is over, but please be available for Lt.T’Nevin and Lt.Capizzi and Lt.T’Lein if they should need you," the Captain said to everyone in the room. "Dismissed."

The room was cleared quickly. Casey left the room relieved that his shift was over, but had no idea what he’d do. He wanted to prove to the XO’s that he wasn’t crazy. But he knew they’d verify the readings, if they looked closely enough. Maybe he’d go to Ten-Forward and get a nice cup of Valarian tea.

T'Lein walked up the slope of the main bridge to Lt. T'Nevin, seated at Science Station 1 and Lt. Capizzi, seated at Science Station 2. He asked if the two crewman were having difficulties making the modifications necessary to detect the cloaked vessel following the Galaxy...the answer was. (He knew that the two officers didn't need any help, but he decided to ask anyway...they had been hard at work the entire shift).

T'Lein returned to the Ops console where he continued making the necessary modifications to the Galaxy's emitter array, as suggested by Ensign Casey, in order to emit an ion pulse disguised as a pulsar radiation emmission that would allow the Galaxy's sensors to positively confirm that a cloaked vessel was following close by.

T'Lein made a mental note to commend Ensign Casey on the work he has done thus far...he felt that the ensign would be a great contributor to future problems the Galaxy encountered. T'Lein also felt that, after Ensign Casey's well-prepared demonstration, the senior staff would see and acknowledge the young ensign's hard work and dedication to the ship and crew.

(On another note...)

T'Lein, like most of the crew, felt that the Tholians were behind all of this chaos. He had bad feelings, if you will, about the Tholians ever since his encounter with them. The Federation knew very little about the Tholian race and T'Lein felt that the Galaxy should be ready for any unwarranted actions on their part.

Stovok T'Lein
Chief Ops Manager
USS Galaxy NCC-70637

"Welcome to the Galaxy, Ensign Mitchell. You came right in the middle of some serious business with the Tholians, so don't go introducing yourself to the senior officers just yet."

I had just materialized on the transporter platform, when I heard this. I looked over to who was at the console and saw a tall, slim human grinning there.

"Well, thanks for letting me know, Chief....."

"Jensen, Thomas Jensen.Here, let me help you with your bags." With that Chief Jensen walked out from behind his console and grabbed my smallest bag, leaving me with my 2 larger duffel bags.

"Well, your a newbie, gonna have to work hard now!" and then Jensen breaks out with a roar that didn't seem quite right on a starship.That left me with a bewildered expression and that doesn't happen quite often. Anyway we chatted about the Galaxy, he brought me up to speed on who's who and whats' what around here until we reached my quarters on Deck 8.

"There you go Mitchell! These are your quarters and heres your bag!"

With that he tossed it at me, whrich ended up causing me to drop everything, but still not catching it.

"What are you doing! I've got breakables in there!"

With that I stood at my full height and looked up straight into his eyes. He still had that stupid grin on his face that I just wanted to wipe off with my fist.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist! Listen, why don't you drop your stuff off, and I'll buy you a drink in Ten-Forward?"

As I stared him down(or up I should say), I realized what he had said. "Ten-Forward, you say?" Well, that is something I had heard of, but never been to, and anyway, if I was in his shoes, and I have, I probably would have done the same thing. It does good to relax new people when they come on board in the long run.

"Yeah, ever been to one?" Jensen winked, never backing down from my stare.

"Actually, no, I haven't, but I'll take you up on the offer. When?"

"How 'bout now? You were my last duty, and now I'm off to smoke a cigar and drink some synthale. Come on!"

With that, Chief Jensen spun on his heel and started to leave. "Wait! Let me put my stuff away first!"

Jensen kept walking. "I'll meet you there, just follow the comboards on the wall!" and with that he disappeared around the corner. Anyways I entered my quarters, and just to be on the safe side, I locked my door.

"Lights!" The quarters I was assigned were huge!(Well, it seemed huge compared to the cubbyhole I had on the Farragut) I dropped my bags and sat down at the compujter console to bring up a list of bios in my department, as well as the senior staff. I also made a point of checking out Jensen's bio, too, just so i can understand his motives a little more. With that done, it was a long day, and I was pretty tired, so I think I will take a nap, for a little while.........

Ensign James Mitchell
Science Officer
USS Galaxy
Day One

Quall was jolted awake by his alarm. Rubbing his eyes, he thought to himself, "Didn't I just go to sleep?" With a chuckle, Quall got up and got ready for his shift.

While he was getting dressed, Quall wondered why the nights always seemed to pass so quickly. However, he already knew the answer; yet he couldn't accept it. Ryan remembered hearing the counselor's name... Shivek? Shimek? Not that it matters, thought Quall, I don't have any problems.

After a quick meal of eggs and toast, Quall checked the time. Just enough time to report to Lt. Sterner. With that, he walked quickly out of his quarters towards the turbolift.

**** Passage way ****

Quall quickly walked down the slowly curving hallway. He didn't recognise anyone he knew, but he exchanged nods and even smiles with people as he walked by.

**** Turbolift ****

Quall was on the way to the bridge, when the turbolift stopped. The doors whispered open, and in stepped a group of children with their teacher. The kids made things a little cramped inside the turbolift, noticed Quall as his heart began beating loudly.

"Get a hold of yourself!" his mind screamed, but Quall could feel the panic coming. There were so many people... too many...

The turbolift stopped after what seemed to be an eternity, and the children and their teacher got off the turbolift. Quall waited until the doors closed and the turbolift resumed its journey before letting out an explosive breath.

He couldn't believe that he had lost it. And with kids even! He sighed, and then looked into the black panel to straighten his yellow uniform.

**** Deck 38 ****

When the turbolift doors opened, Quall saw Lt. Sterner in his office across from the Brig. Quall straightened his uniform and the walked ober to him to report for duty.

"Ensign Quall, reporting for duty sir."

Ensign Quall
Security

"Pullin' in some serious hours, eh, Chiron?"

"Yes, I have been working in concert with Mr. T'Nevin and Lt. Capizzi for the last 12 hours on a way to modify the main emitter array to search for cloaked..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know... It's all anyone's been talkin' about. 'Hey, ya think it's the Tholians? Naw I heard it's the Romulans. You're BOTH wrong, it must be the Klingons...' There's no end to it..."

"Well, Mr. Wadell..."

"Call me Skye."

"Well Skye, hopefully we can have an answer within a few hours. Then we can ease more minds than just yours."

"Good Luck, Chiron."

"Thank You, Skye."

'Skye is right,' Chiron thought,'I have been working hard...' He grinned as he realized that he had not even visited the famous Ten-Forward yet. 'Perhaps when I am done with these alterations...'

[Capizzi here, go ahead.]

"Modifications to the aft array are complete, sir, I have manually calibrated them to the specifications you gave me."

[Good work, Chiron, Capizzi out.]

Chiron stood there after he had cut communications, wondering if he should finally pay Ten-Forward a visit, or check out the progress on the Bridge... It would be a tough decision.

Eric Hanson (a.k.a. Lt. JG. Chiron)
Lake Nebagamon, WI
'May the Great Bird of the Galaxy guide you'

"It is good to see you arriving promptly for you shift, Ens. Shtik." T'Nevin stated.

"It seemed appropriate concidering the circumstances." Shtik replied. Now that T'Nevin was here, Shtik figured he would want to take over the investigation. So, Shtik moved to Science statin 2 and resumed the study of his real expertise....Spaceial anomalies. There was a nearby nebula he had wanted to study all night long. The sense of responsibility had kept him from persuing his true intrest in the phenomenon. He had been at the sensors when the scan was spotted, yet he hadn't caught it. Although guilt was foreign to a vulcan, Shtik was driving himself due to a sense of responsibility. But now he was able to devote himself to what he really wanted to study. He swung the sensors toward the Korlon nebula. There seemed to be a most remarkable pulsar present in the spacial gasses. Just then Lt. Capizzi entered the bridge and arrived at Science Statin 2.

"Excuse me, Ens. Lt. T'Nevin and I need to work some things out....Have you been here all night, Ensign?" Lt. T'Nevin looked up at Lt. Capizzi's question. Ens. Shtik remained silent.

"Is this true, Mr. Shtik?" The Chief Science Officer asked.

"Yes, sir. It seemed to me that full coverage of the scanners was a top priority. And as you well know, vulcans do require less rest than humans." Shtik replied. Lt. T'Nevin pulled him aside.

"While that is true, Ensign. I have found that flaunting these abilities does seem to make the humans feel uneasy. Why don't you take some time off now and let Lt. Capizzi and I take over."

Shtik nodded and left the bridge.

Deiran was on his way to Ten Forward when he saw a beautiful creature, he looked at her, she saw him looking at her, she looked away, he looked away. "Ensign Ti is just as shy as I am, maybe we could be friends," Deiran thought to himself.

Casey walked up to her and started a conversation,"Hello Ti, how are you today?"

She looked at him, turning a deep scarlet. She said nothing in response. "Are you free for breakfast?" Deiran asked Ti.

"I’m sorry I have the early shift this morning..." Ti replied.

"Maybe we could have dinner tonight, get to know each other?"

"Huh, sure, I’m late for my shift," Ti replied. Ti continued on down the hallway.

"She sure is aloof," Deiran thought to himself. Casey finally reached Ten Forward. The doors slid open and walked immediately to the bar. "Hi, you’re the new bartender, Liam Sketcher, right?"

"Yes, at your service, did you get my message?" Sketcher asked.

"Yeah, I did actually, I’d love to play here in Ten Forward. I’ve got a device that will allow me to play anything, from any world, on the guitar. You see everyone that plays any instruments in here, you should ask around and see if anyone would want to play in the band with us."

"Okay, just thought you’d know more people," Sketcher replied.

"Actually I haven’t even been here a week. Say, could you give me a cup of Valarian Tea?" As the bartender fetched the Valarian tea, Casey looked down the bar and saw the new assistant medical officer. She was holding a glass of strange looking brown liquid in her hand and looking off into space. "I’m going to be brave and say hello, you can do it Deiran," Casey said to himself. He moved next to the black haired woman. "Hi, my name’s Ensign Deiran Casey, assistant Operations manager, welcome aboard!"

"Well, thank you Ensign Casey..." she replied, she was interrupted by Deiran.

"No please call me Deiran."

"Darren?" She asked. "No, it’s pronounced Deer-ahn," Casey replied.

"I’m Lt.D’tarna Bellen," she held out her hand in greeting. Casey shook her hand. He was surprised at how comfortable he was today. Maybe it was being in the XO conference room that gave him confidence around women today. He should go in there more often.

"Yeah, I know your name. I make it a habit to check the computer’s logs for any new personnel on the ship." Liam brought Casey his Valarian tea. "Would you like to have breakfast with me?"

"Sure, that sounds nice," Lt Bellen replied.

They ordered breakfast and took a seat where they could see out the ship. Casey and Bellen got to know each other that morning. Maybe Ti would take Casey up on his invitation for dinner tonight and he’d be in good shape. "This isn’t that hard" he said to himself,"I can talk to women without looking foolish." And then after thinking that, he spilled his tea all over the table. D'tarna and Deiran had a good laugh.

Skye had come aboard the USS GALAXY about a week ago and still had not settled into his quarters as yet

. The demanding schedules of engineering had kept him happy and content , even though the Tholian ambassadors were ever scratching at the back of his mind. "What could a warrior race ever want with the peace loving Federation. Yea, I wonder. I have a bad feeling about all of this. " The long , delicately curving corridors of the Galaxy brought Skye,at a leisurely rate , to his cabin.

"I guess I had better get settled in before they transfer me; I haven't even had a party in here yet. Let's see, Computer , load holodeck program Skye one through six, and see if any of the other programs match my interests. Display also, the Tholian guest quarters environment specs."

"Displaying read only specifications for Tholian quarters, also found one match for holodeck programs. Matching program belongs to one Ti, Miran." Intoned the computer.

"That's better than I had hoped. This is the first time ever someone has been on a ship with a matching interest in 20th century aircraft. Computer, send an intra-ship personal message to Ti, Miran; say,

Would like to know if you would care to join me in the holodeck for a little one-on-one dog fight. Sign it new guy Wadell.

0500 ENSGIN WADELL'S QUARTERS

" Ensign Wadell, this is your 0500 wake-up call as you requested six hours ago," cooed the ships computer. The lights slowly rose as if a sun on some distant planet were rising in the east.

" Thank-you , " mumbled Skye Wadell . " Tholians, 'Cloaked ships' maybe, looks like it's going to be a long shift, better eat and get at it."

Wadell shuffles down the corridor and into the lift, instructing it to deliver him to the bridge. As Skye exits the lift he spots Chiron with his head buried up to his ears in emitter circuitry.

" Looks like you're pulling some long hard hours Chiron. If you'd like I can take over now, unless you're totally dedicated," offered Wadell in an off handed ,though joking sort of way.

"No, I'm about finished anyway Skye, just a few more minutes and you can have it. Just got to check in with Capizzi and then, it's all yours," explained Chiron. " Say, you're a little early yourself, aren't you ?"

Yea, I've got some computer models I want to run before the Captain shows up. I've got a couple of ideas about that cloaked ship that's been hanging around our aft quadrant."

"Well, that does it. Just contact Capizzi and it's all yours," replied Chiron.

About an hour latter Captain Price entered the bridge with coffee cup in hand and a critical eye seemingly on all stations simultaneously.

"Ensign Wadell, G'day to you, what is it that you are so intent upon," queried the Captain.

" Well Sir, I've been thinking about our possible friend on our deep-six."

" And just what have you come up with Skye? You don't mind if I call you Skye do you?"

" No I don't mind a bit, sure beats a lot of the things I've have been called; if you get my drift Captain ," smiled Skye out of the corner of his mouth. " I thought about going back to the basics for an answer. Casey's idea is a good one and bears a lot of merit. But, there is something we can do right now and in short order, just to get a better idea if something man-made is behind us," explained Skye.

" OK, I'll bite, what can we do ," coaxed Captain Price.

"If you'll look at this model of a ship, any ship, traveling at sub- light speed, you'll notice that it must deflect , or push aside any matter, including low-mass matter out of it's way. Well Sir, I've built this model on data from Starfleet records based on scientific scans of this area. You know, density levels of silicate dust, molecular matter, such as oxygen, hydrogen, etc."

"This is all well and good ,but we are traveling at warp . Not sub-light. Although, I think I know what you want me to do, and under the circumstances, I'm not so sure that slowing down is such a good idea."

"One way to look at this Sir, is that with the Tholians on board, a com-link that is a mystery, and a possible ship on our tail, we just might be rushing head long into a trap, I think slowing down to clear our "six" might turn out to be a prudent move, if you don't mind my saying so Sir," explained Skye with caution in his eyes. Skye wasn't sure how Lee Price was at taking suggestions from Ensigns, no matter how much space-time he had.

" I'll take it under advisement Skye, you've given me something to think about at least," said Price as he headed for the center seat via the other stations on the bridge, stopping to talk with T'Lein and T'Nevin on the way.

She saddled the black beauty and mounted. She did some figure eights and tight circles to stretch out the horse and to get comfortable with the stride. A voice rang out from the apple grove.

"Ensign!" Ti rode towards Jensen. He came through the trees and waved. She waved back and rode towards him.

"Hi. I'm sorry I was so rude the yesterday. I'm glad you could come. Have you rode before? What type of horse would you want to ride?" Ti was a lot more comfortable.

Chief Jensen was pretty glad that Ensign Ti was smiling."She sure is a bit more friendly than before" The chief thought. And then he said "That's all right Ensign, I bet I scared you. Sorry!................... No. I've never ridden before. You know...I grew up in the country.....and imagine that, I never had the nerves to get on a horse.......I guess that is my downfall" Chief Jensen sighed, and then he quickly said "What type of horse do you have?" .

"An Arabian stallion...Isn't he a beautiful animal?" Ensign Ti said.

"Well" Chief Jensen said, "I think I might like to ride one of those"

"The Arabian is a spirited horse. Ready for a challange?" When Jensen nodded she asked the computer for another Arabian. This one was white to contrast with Ti's black.

She was patiant and taught Jensen the beginning basic just as Robert taught her. She showed him how to properly saddle a horse, to put the bridle on with the least discomfort and finally how to mount. Ti started slow. Maybe next time they could race. After about two hours she called it quits.

"Chief, if I'm starting to be sore, you must really hurt. I'm really glad you came." Ti smiled at him. "I had a good time."

"Please call me Thomas....and yes I think I might have to soak my muscles for days after this." Chief Jensen said. "Thank you so much for inviting me.....I too, had a great time. Hopefully we can ride together soon.....I'd like to learn some more. Plus, it is very relaxing. Who knows.......maybe after I learn how to ride perfectly, you'll come white water rafting with me."

As the Chief talked, he looked at Ensign Ti and saw that her smile was bigger then ever. He was happy that she felt comfortable with him and he really enjoyed her company. He also noticed how her whole smiling face seemed to glimmer in the shining sun, alerting him to an attractiveness he didn't sense before. The Chief then smiled back at Ensign Ti as she said,

"I might try out River Rafting with you after all...Who knows, It might be fun."

"Is it time for shift change already?" Nurse Darma had been assigned to the night shift for a week, opting for this time slot. Jacqueline had no idea why *anyone* would want the night shift, but filled her request nonetheless.

"No, Nurse. I'm just early."

Jacqueline left the bewildered nurse behind, heading for her office. It was her turn to be suprised.

The night shift activity report was already on her desk.

Nothing unusual had happened. The night shift tended to be relatively quiet. She read the report, then filed it.

Things had been changing around the ship. Very recently, quite a few new officers had come on board, and one of them was her new Assistant Chief Medical Officer. She read over the medical histories of all the new officers, then frowned. All the new officers, and a great deal of the senior officers, were about due for their physicals.

"Oh, great. This should be easy," she moaned.

By the end of the hour, this message had been sent:

TO:

CPO JENSEN

FROM: DR. JACQUELINE ROUSSEAU, CMO

SUBJECT: PHYSICAL EXAMS

I KNOW HOW MUCH WE ALL HATE THIS, BUT YOU'RE ABOUT DUE FOR YOUR NEXT PHYSICAL EXAMINATION. THIS IS JUST A REMINDER TO GET IT DONE SOON, MEANING WITHIN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

THE MEDICAL DEPARTMENT

Jacqueline sat back and sighed. This list of people included her, too.

---

Rounding the corner to Ten-Forward, Chiron was still not sure about leaving his post. But Skye was right, He needed the diversion. As he walked up to the bar, a smiling face greeted him.

"Chiron, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Synthale?"

(A look of utter revulsion crosses Chiron's face)

"What's wrong?"

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to offend, but I suppose you didn't have to take a Tamarian Physiology class at your school, did you?"

"No, can't say I did..."

"Well, by my second year at the academy, I had learned much Standard, but my classmates only taught me the name of one drink. Synthale. They took me out to a bar, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to hurt any feelings, so I took the Synthale. I don't know exactly what it did, but the doctor told me that I had been unconcious for about 36 hours, and I woke up with a headache that felt like a phaser on heavy stun."

"Oh. Sorry. So, what would you like?"

"um...There is another drink, one that my classmates told me about AFTERWARDS...I believe it was...Root Beer?"

(Liam Smiles)

"Comin' Right up."

When Liam came back, Chiron took the glass and scanned the room. Ensign Irgens over in the corner eating dessert with...of couse...Ensign Dana. Lt. Morishita just sitting at the bar stirring her drink... Ah....Ensign Casey and Lt. D'Tarna...newcomers, perhaps I could join them...

"Hello, May I join you?"

Lt. JG. Chiron
Lake Nebagamon, WI
'May the Great Bird of the Galaxy guide you'

---

After yet another adventurous journey through the corridors of the Galaxy Liam found himself outside the Captains Quarters but upon finding he was not there left a message:

Captain Price,

Due to time constraints from working in Ten Forward could you please ask any crew members with any musical talent in the form of Vocals, Guitar, Synthysizers, Drums, Saxaphones, Clarinets,Trumpets etc. to contact me.

Yours,

Liam Sketcher

---

*** Main Engineering ***

Lieutenant Kane had recently heard about Coe's idea of using the Gravimetric distortion sensor to detect the cloaked ship, and, after recalling the Galaxy Class Sensor Specifications, he decided that there was no way this would work, unless the sensor was made at least twice as sensitive.

It was like the 20th century Magnifying Glass - the more powerful, the better you could see. The gravimetric distortions of a ship several thousand kilometres away travelling at Warp 5 would be unimaginbly small. Kane needed some way of amplifying the disturbances. The gravimetric sensor would have to be reallocated, and would be effectively offline for the duration of the period

Julian King (a.k.a. Lt. JG Kane)
king@fl.net.au

---

****Engineering****

Coe had been working in engineering for the past 2 hours and the modifications to the gravametric distortion scanner were almost complete. The relatively quiet gamma shift had just begun and Coe body perspired with sweat as he crawled out of the engineering Jeffrey's tube to take a short break. He broke out of the tunnel and the inviting site of main engineering brightened his face. Lt.JG Chiron was currently on duty in engineering and Coe, after wiping down his face with a towl, approached him. Chiron was working on main computer core and didn't notice Coe's presence.

" Good evening Lt." Coe smiled a warm smile as he said it. Chiron turned around and realised who was addressing him.

" Ah, Good morning Sir, I dont believe we have actually met. It's a pleasure." Chiron extended his hand and Coe took it and shook hands with the new recruit.

" Well Lt, Welcome to the Galaxy!" After saying this, Coe's comm badge beeped and he answered the call.

" Casey to Coe"

" Coe here"

" Im sorry to disturb you Lt, but I was hoping you could join myself and the rest of the executive officers in the conference room in thirty minutes?" Coe was relieved that he could take a break from his work and invited the idea.

" Of course Ensign."

" Thankyou Sir."

"Coe out" Coe tapped his comm badge again and looked a the patiently waiting Chiron.

" Well it was nice meeting you Lt, Perhaps we could talk another time." With that Coe left Engineering on his way to the bridge where he would spend a few minutes on routine procedures before heading off to the conference room.

****40 minutes later in conference room****

Captain Price looked at his Executive officers, "Any suggestions?"

Commander Jamson spoke up, "Ensign Casey's hard work is admirable but I think it's just a sensor echo."

Lt.Capizzi followed, "It's probably just saturated readings from the Korlon nebula."

Although Coe was still sceptical, along with the rest of the officers, he felt the Ensign deserved the benefit of the doubt. He looked at T'Nevin who gave him a shrug indicating he felt the same way as Coe.

" Sir, I agree with Ensign Casey, I think this COULD work to detect the cloaked vessel, however I think that the method Ensign Casey is going to use to Decloak the ship, could be scrutinised a little further. Once we have a lock on the cloaked ship, which is what Ensign Casey will give us, a simple taction discharge by the Galaxy onto the cloaked ship will reveal it visually."

"I agree captain," Lt.T'Nevin said.

"Well if Lt.T'Nevin thinks there's more to this I'm willing to look into it and verify the readings." Capizzi replied, " However, I am still sceptical.

A dejected look fell over the Ensigns face momentarily before he seemed to regain himself and once again began to address the assembly of the ships senior officers.

" Captain, if I may show a demonstration?"

" Of course Ensign."

What followed was a demonstration of the Ensign's theory. It looked all right in principal, but would it really work? Coe was sure that was the question on everyone mind in the room. Once the demonstration was over then room still looked glum, and Ensign Casey began to defend himself.

By the end, it was agreed apon to go ahead with Casey's idea. the Captain dismissed the room and seeing as Coe's idea was no longer needed, he headed up to the bridge to assist Lt Capizzi, T'Lein and T'Nevin in the modifications, in preparation for the inevitable confrontation, that lay ahead.

Chris N
AKA: Lt. Johnathon Thomas Coe
Chief Tactical Officer USS Galaxy

---

"I am sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Lt. Chiron."

"Hello." The officers chorused.

"D'Tarna, I recently read your personnel file, and I noticed that you are looking for people to help you with some kind of Trill ritual?"

"Yes, I need some people to volunteer to serve as temporary hosts to the conciousnesses of my symbiont Bellen's past hosts. Chiron, are you volunteering?"

"Yes, D'Tarna, I would be honored if you would include me."

Lt. JG. Chiron
Lake Nebagamon, WI
'May the Great Bird of the Galaxy guide you'

---

"A new security officer"

Joerg returned to his office early that morning. He had some strange feelings about the visitors of the Galaxy and found it hard to sleep any longer. He was just about to check his mails, when an Ensign entered his office.

"Ensign Quall, reporting for duty sir." the tall and strong looking man addressed Lieutenant Sterner.

Joerg looked at him, stood up and spoke to him.

"Welcome aboard the Galaxy, Ensign. I'm Lieutenant Sterner, as you probably have already guessed." Joerg joked to cheer the stiff looking Ensign up a little.

"Yes sir." Ryan answered him.

Understanding that his efforts weren't showing any success Joerg continues with his speech.

"I read in your personal file that your prior assignment was on the Aries. What do you think about the Galaxy Ensign?"

"She's a very fine ship sir."

"Well, ok. Let's see what I have for you now."

With that Joerg took a PADD from his desk and read something before assigning Ensign Quall his shift.

"Ensign, you'll be scheduled to escort our Tholian delegates on your shift. You'll work with Ensign Sanchez on this one. Both of you are to escort the delegates, protect them, but on the other hand also keep an eye on them. I want to make sure they only do what is in both our peoples interests. Is that clear?"

"Absolutely sir." Quall replied.

"Your shift starts in 30 minutes. You'll meet with Ensign Sanchez in front of the V.I.P.s quarters where you relieve the gamma shift. Dismissed."

After hearing the words from his superior officer, Ensign Quall left the office and Joerg sat down at his desk again. He thought of being to rude to the new officer, an officer that was slightly younger than he was. He came to the conclusion he did the right thing and started to check his mails.

A short time later he found the message from Dr. Rousseau about the physical examination. He never liked the medical examinations, but on the other hand who really did? He knew that for a security officer there never was the right time for the examinations, so he decided to check his daily schedule. He came to the conclusion that in fact today was a quite good day for such thing. After reading the most important reports and mails, he slowly left his office and thought about anything important he might have forgotten. Not finding anything that couldn't wait for his return he stepped into the turbo lift and went to sickbay.

He entered with a bitter smile on his face.

"Lieutenant Sterner reporting for physical examination." he told one of the nurses while entering.

Lieutenant junior grade Joerg Sterner
Chief of Security -- USS Galaxy NCC-70637
http://users.aol.com/captprice/galaxy/index.htm

---

**** Outside VIP's Quarters ****

Ensign Quall rounded the corner and saw the VIP quarters, along with the security team assigned for gamma shift.

Quall relieved one of the security guards, but the other had to stay due to the fact that Ensign Sanchez was not there yet. That's alright, thought Quall, I am early. Sanchez arrived just in time for his shift.

"Hello. I'm Ryan Quall", shaking the other yellow uniformed Ensign's hand.

"Hi! I'm Sanchez. First VIP duty?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry, its usually a bore", chuckled Sanchez.

With that, the two Ensign's stood at ease in front of the VIP quarters door.

Ensign Quall
Security Officer

---

NRPG : This is after the talk with Jeppo that all of you will get later. "Bridge over troubled water"

Jamson entred his quarters after a long time in Ten-Forward. Meeting the new crew members was really great and he was really looking forward to meet them all.

Jamson sat near his computer terminal and checked his messages. There were a lot of them,but only 2 were important.

One message was from Lt.jg Bellen,asking him to join her in Holodeck for a nice Klingon battle. So Jamson replied :

To : Lt.jg Bellen
From : Commander Jamson

Subject : Holodeck

Lt.Bellen,

I am looking forward for the Fight.

Commander Jamson

The second message was from Dr.Rousseau,requesting him to report to physical examination.

"Physical examination?" Jamson didn't like the sound of it,but again he had no choice.

Jamson also had to meet the Tholians,he wanted to see how they are adjusting the situation. So after closing his computer terminal,taking a good shower and dressing up Jamson left his quarters toward Engineering,the last place where the Tholians were at.

On his way to Engineering he thought about the Ensign Casey's Theory "I got to admit that I was wrong. That kid really knew what he was saying."

Commander Michael Jamson(Noam Brosh)
FO/XO
USS Galaxy

---

Roaming the hallways after leaving Ten-Forward, Chiron decided to check his mail.

"Computer, display mail for Lt. Chiron on this panel."

The computer twittered to life and followed his command. Only one message, but he was still fairly new to the ship.

TO:

CPO JENSEN

FROM: DR. JACQUELINE ROUSSEAU, CMO

SUBJECT: PHYSICAL EXAMS

I KNOW HOW MUCH WE ALL HATE THIS, BUT YOU'RE ABOUT DUE FOR YOUR NEXT PHYSICAL EXAMINATION. THIS IS JUST A REMINDER TO GET IT DONE SOON, MEANING WITHIN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

THE MEDICAL DEPARTMENT

'I don't know what this human problem with physical check-ups is... I just hope they got my medical file by now...'

"Chiron to Dr. Rousseau,"

"Yes, Chiron, go ahead."

"I am on my way to sick bay. You doctors must be getting pretty bored, eh?"

(Chuckle) "Yes, that's why we're doing the physicals now."

"Understood, Doctor, on my way, Chiron out."

Lt. JG. Chiron
Lake Nebagamon, WI
'May the Great Bird of the Galaxy guide you'

---

A wide smile cut through her stolid visage. "Oh, Chiron, Thank you! I thought I'd never find anyone to volunteer. The ceremony will be in a few months but it will only be for a few hours with each person, unfortunately." She paused and sighed. "Oh, there are so many to see! There's Kenda and Storok and..." Reality struck her. "Well, there will be time enough for that."

Chiron smiled. "Who will I be?"

"Well, I don't know. None of them are a dissappointment, though. Oh, quite the contrary...bit of a wild bunch. If you know any others that would be interested..."

"Of course." He sipped his Root Beer.

The night had come to an end and Bellen sensed that the others were tired. "I say we all meet here...next week, same time." The others agreed and she swiftly departed. Very nice people. She thought to herself. [I wonder if this will become a habit, like the Crusher/Picard morning tea ritual I've been hearing so much about.]

Interesting that Chiron had a Root Beer. He was the only person she had ever seen in the federation, besides herself, who had even heard of such a thing. And Deiran, quite kind. Perhaps she would invite him to the holodeck with her in the future.

Once in her quarters, she checked her messages. One from Commander Jamson accepting the challenge. She responded:

To: Commander Jamson
Fr: Lt.jg Bellen

Wonderful! After the next shift's end, then. Holodeck 2.

Oh, no. Another from the Doctor. A physical...she rolled her eyes and sighed. She knew the doctor hated giving them as much as she hated getting them. She tossed the PADD aside.

"Computer"

An almost inaudible beep signaled it's awareness.

"One coke-a-cola"

[The selection is currently not on file. Please specify.]

"Oh, god knows what's in it. Cancel request."

What about the holodecks...

"Computer"

[beep]

"Are all holodecks occupied?"

[Negative. Holodeck 1 is presently vacant.]

"Guess I better get a little practice in before the fight." And off she went to fight simulated Klingon warriors.

Lt.jg Bellen

---

Ensign Skye Wadell rubbed his neck and stretched his back and arms, trying, without success, to ease the stiffness in his joints. "I’ll take the action in the Pit any day compared to an entire eight hours of monitoring and diagnosing this and that on the bridge." The Pit is an old engineers term for main engineering. He had picked it up from his father and his friends in the old days as a child being raised on starships.

Skye hadn’t made it far from the turbo-lift when his communicator chirped and Lt. Capizzi invited him to Capizzi’s office A.S.A.P. Skye threw his arms in the air and did an about-face and marched back onto the turbo-lift, after about a three minute wait since it was shift change time and the lifts were all busy carrying personnel to and from their duty stations.

Skye exited the lift on deck 36 and strolled to the Chief Engineers office. He tapped on the clear aluminum panel that acted as a safety barrier and a window. Lt. Capizzi motioned for him to enter.

" Ensign Wadell, come on in and have a seat. Sorry we haven’t met one on one before this ,but things have been hectic around here as you well know. What I called you in about concerns me greatly."

"And what might that be Lt.," asked Skye rather dryly?

" I understand that you approached the Captain about a plan you had to detect the possible ship tailing us. Is that true, " replied Lt. Capizzi to Skye’s rather somber question.

" Yes I did, I had an idea, which I had run computer models to see if it were feasible to perform with the required outcome being a definite indication of a ship to our rear," explained Wadell.

" Well, it seems that your heart was in the right place , but you acted on your own without coming to me first . If you had cleared it with me I could have told you that a plan of action had already been agreed upon and was already being implemented. From now on clear things with me first, unless the situation warrants your independent action, such as the ship will explode if you don’t act right away. Do I make myself clear," finished Capizzi with an air of finality.

" I understand completely. I’m sorry if I caused you any discomfort. It’s just that I’m still used to being the chief engineer in my civilian posting. I promise not to rock the boat again, unless the ship is exploding," grinned Skye and stood to leave.

Back in his quarters he showered and checked his inter-ship mail.

"Still no answer from Ensign Ti, Miran about having a dog-fight,.. might as well go on down to the holodeck anyway, I do need to shoot something down in the worse way," muttered Skye to himself.

Having made his way to holodeck 1 he almost ran into Lt. Bellen as she rounded the corridor , also on her way to the holodeck.

"Woah," screeched Skye, as he tripped over himself to avoid the collision.

"Are you all right Ensign, " inquired D’tarna Bellen.

" Yea, I’m fine, you do look familiar though,... I just can’t seem to place a name with your quite pleasant face ."

" Oh, My name is D’tarna Bellen, I’m the new assistant chief medical officer. And you are?"

" Ah, Oh I’m Ensign Russell Skye Wadell, just a measly engineer. Since we met here I assume you are planning to use the holodeck. If that is true, I defer to you dear lady , and ask a boon of you in return," explained Skye.

" And what might that be," asked Bellen?

" Since we are all due for physicals, and you are the assistant chief medical officer, how about you scheduling mine for me and let me know when to report to sickbay."

" Certainly, but really all you have to do is show up during regular duty hours and we’d be happy to check you out, physically that is."

"Thank you Lt. I’ll keep that in mind. It has been quite a pleasant meeting , disregarding how it was initiated of course."

" Thank you Skye, yes it was nice to meet you too, but now I have a battle to wage," said D’tarna as she stepped through the holodeck doors.

" She fights for fun. Sounds much too physical for me," chuckled Skye as he headed for ten-forward instead.

---

**Ensign Mitchells Quarters**

As I lay sleeping off the days hectic activities, I dreamed of stars zipping by me at a fantastic rate until I heard an alarm go off around me. "Red Alert! Incoming unidentified Cardassian warship approaching! Battlestations!"

"Report!" the captain yelled.

"Cardassian vessel approaching at high warp--firing phasers!"

BOOOM! The ship shook around me...

"Jim boy! Wake up!"

My eyes snapped open to see the wide-toothed grin of Chief Jensen and I shoved his arms away.

"My name is James, NOT Jim, dammit!

"Whoa, sorry, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?" Jensen spoke as he backed away.

As I came to my senses, I realized that I had been dreaming of things long past. "Listen I'm sorry, but...Wait! How'd you get in here!"

Jensen leans back and nonchalantly shakes his head, "I rang your buzzer, but when you hear someone screaming, nothing can stop a person from getting in, especially when the security override automatically kicks in. What were you dreaming about?"

"What are you? A ships counsellor now?"

"No, but I thought you might want to talk to someone about it, do you?"

Shaking my head, "No, not now or ever I hope. Anyway, what are you doing here?

Standing up, Jensen smiles. "You were supposed to meet me in Ten-Forward, but that was hours ago, so I thought I would take you down for breakfast and meet some of the crew, today."

"Alright, I promise, this time, but I need a shower and a shave first."

"Alrighty then, I'll see you there this time, I hope." And with that the Chief left.

I got up off my bed and decided to check my logs this morning and saw that the good doctor wanted to see me for my physical exam. I thought about calliing in, but thought better of it until I cleared my head in the shower.

Time Passes.......

Later,just as I was walking out the door, I called sickbay.

[Ensign Mitchell to Sickbay]

[Dr. Rousseau here. What can I do for you today Ensign?]

[I'll be coming down for my physical after I have breakfast, so keep a bed open for me.]

[Don't worry, we have plenty of beds open, since the personnel are avoiding me]

[Okay then, Mitchell out]

Just as I had finished my transmission, I realized that I was at Ten-Forward. How I got there, I'm not to sure, maybe it was the sign on the dorr that caught my eye. Anyways, I built up my courage(I feel like a new student at a strange school on the first day) and walked in.

---

USS Galaxy
"night time at noon"
Ensign Deiran Casey

It was a long night. Afternoon actually, the beta shift was screwing with Casey’s internal clock. Casey had been with D’tarna the entire morning, and then spent the rest of the afternoon programming the last few commands to tell the emitter array exactly what to do to the cloaked ship, it took a half hour. It seemed so simple to Casey, just as his experiments in warp nacelle energy conservation in Starfleet Academy seemed so easy to him and astoundingly difficult to everyone else. It was strange being underestimated, Casey wasn’t accustomed to that, he was always expected to excel at everything…after all he was the son of the great Admiral Casey. But, the crew here didn’t really know much about Admiral Casey, "thank God," he thought to himself. And he could just be himself. Although it would take some getting used to being underestimated and then having to prove yourself. Deiran wanted to see what that was like, having to prove yourself. He had his first taste of it when he was in the Conference Room with the senior officers.

Casey set the PADD down, he was finished with all the prep on the ship’s sensors and emitter array. He put it out of his mind. Casey didn’t realize how people kept things so important always on their minds, he would finish something and move on to the next challenge and not give it a second thought.

He got up and walked over to his desk. He turned on his laptop and started to go over his messages. Darn it, Ti didn’t confirm their dinner. "Oh, well. Maybe some other time she and I can have dinner," he thought to himself. He then started recording his outgoing messages. He told Liam Sketcher that D’tarna Bellen played the guitar and expressed an interest in being in the Ten Forward band. He left a message for Bellen, telling her how nice breakfast was, and that he hoped they could make it a habit. He sent regards to Lt. Chiron, and told him that he was the first Tamarian he’d ever met. That was saying something considering he’d met and seen thousands of races. He also left a message for Commander Jamson, asking if he’d like to spar with det’lef’s on the holodeck tomorrow afternoon. And wrote a message to Dr.Rousseau, "Sorry Doctor but I won’t have time for my physical, I’m in great health and exercise everyday. So there should be no problem, thank you for your concern." Hopefully the Doctor wouldn’t find out about his history of med check-ups at Starfleet, every year they had to slip drugs into his tea and conduct his physicals while he slept, otherwise he’d run for as long as it took from anyone who tried to give him a physical. The next message he’d use his comm badge, "Ensign Casey to Lt. T’Lein."

"T’Lein here Ensign," Stovok responded. "Sir, I just wanted you to know that I finished programming the computer for the modifications to the ship’s sensors and emitter arrays. It’s ready when the Captain wants to expose the cloaked ship." The Captain didn’t want to expose the cloak, just to prove that the ship in fact existed and it wasn’t in Casey’s imagination; Casey’s program would allow the ship’s sensors to ping the ship sort of like twentieth century sonar but on a much more sophisticated level.

"Good work Ensign, get some sleep now." Lt. T’Lein was a Vulcan but nicer than other vulcans he’d known. Casey just wasn’t used to a species that was so serious all the time. He liked them though, they were good people.

"Thank you sir, I’ll do that. Casey out." Casey dressed in his sleeping attire and went to his bed. "Computer turn lights down to 10%." The lights were barely visible almost immediately. Deiran fell asleep when his head hit the pillow.

Ti went to Ten-Forward instead of her quarters after exiting the Holo-deck. She wanted a banana milk shake, something from Earth she loved. She politely gave the bartender her order. She didn't remember seeing him before. He was really tall. He made her feel tiny. When her order came up, she headed to an empty table near the bay windows. She sat watching the star lines as the Galaxy streaked through space and enjoyed her milk shake. Nobody disturbed her, nor she anyone.

She arrived back in her quarters with the intention of going to bed. She first checked her mail and found two messages. One was from an Ensign Wadell, the other was a request for a physical. At that one she groaned inwardly. The message from the Ensign was an invitation to go dog-fighting. She didn't know him and wandered about why he asked her. She sent him a short message:

TO: Ensign Wadell
FROM: Ensign Ti Miran
SUBJECT: DOG FIGHT

When? I will have to see. I do not know yet.

Ensign Ti

Ti then slept, for once, not dreaming.

---

Ens. Shtik wandered the ships hallways. He didn't really want to return to his quarters. He knew his roommate would be off duty and he had no desire to listen to more country music. Besides, as a junior officer, their quarters were deep inside the ship and Shtik needed to look out a window and stare at the stars. If he couldn't do it on duty, he would do it manually from an observation port.

As big as the Galaxy class ship was, however, there were suprisingly few places to be alone. Shtik found himself at the ten-forward lounge where there was a table in a dark corner with a view out the window. When the waiter came he ordered a cup of Tarpie juice.

The Tarpie was a Vulcan desert flower whose juices, while quite tastey, had such a high salt content that prolonged consumption could cause a person to die of dehydration, especially in the deserts of vulcan. The waiter served it with a glass of water.

Shtik examined the liquid in the cup before sipping from it. He knew there were those that would question his choice in drinking a potentially deadly drink, while not really dangerous (assuming it wasn't your sole source of liquid nutrients) it could be argued that it was a subliminal act of self destruction. Similar to the human consumption of alcohol.

Shtik stared out the window as he continued his philosophical debates. He compared the flower to his current situation. To a desert travellor, the flower would seem to be a source of salvation, but when the juices were consumed the flower would not provide life, but death. Not living up to one's expectations seemed like an apt association. Shtik had also failed to provide the services required of him during his first bridge shift. He had failed to find the source of the transmitions. He knew that the human tendency to wallow in guilt was highly illogical as well as counter productive. Luckily, as a vulcan he was immune to such a reaction.

Shtik took another sip as he stared out the window.

Ens. Shtik

---

Chief Jensen left holodeck two just behind Ensign Ti. He quickley waved goodbye and walked calmly to his quaters where he took a shower, put on his Pajamas. Before going to sleep he thought about his newly found partner, Ensign Mitchell "What a good player Jim is. I better back off and treat him like most of my better friends. I'll buy him a drink at ten-forward tomorrow....and this time I'll wait for him...Heh Heh Heh" and with that Chief Jensen went to sleep.

*****Dream******

"Chief Jensen to Camander Jamson" Jensen shouted into is comm badge.

"Jamson here Chief" the Comander Responded.

"Sir.....I'm having transportor difficulties.......It's almost as if I can't control the transportors anymore."

Lots of beeping occurs "Sir.......There's something out there that has a transportor lock interfearing with ours.......I'm trying to block the transportor fix."

"What is it Jensen........"

"Sir..............." Communication cut.

Just as Jensen replies He looks over to the Transportor pad and standing on it are four Tholians. One of them raise a phaser and takes aim.....Jensen tries to jump out of the way but he is too late...just as he hits the floor the phaser hits him.

*****End Dream*****

Jensen jolts awake breathing hard....He asks the computer for the time and finds out that he has been sleeping for only 20 minutes; it is still early. Jensen Jumps out of bed and changes into his uniform. From here Jensen runs over to Transportor room four and starts to run checks on the transportor module. He finds nothing out of the ordinary and moves on to Transportor room three. Here he repeats the tests, but halfway through he stops and asks hinself why he is worrying. He only had a dream. He decideds that there is probably nothing wrong with the transportors, but for some reason he still continues to work on the transportors............... He repeats the same tests for transportor one and then for transportor two. After running tests on all the Transportors he finds nothing out of the ordinary. "I guess I am just imagining things....if only the Tholins hadn't of pulled that transportor crap earlier, I wouldn't have been so worked up. Maybe I need to see the ships counsler.." thought Jensen. And with that Chief Jensen walked back to his quarters, but he never got there.....................

Chief Thomas Jensen

---

**** Outside VIP quarters ****

Two yellow uniformed people came down the hallway. Quall and Sanchez were relieved by them, to the relief of them both. The Tholians had kept wanting to go walk around the ship, not for any purpose, just for the sake of walking aparently. Sanchez and Quall would take turns escorting them around.

"Say Sanchez, would you be up for a drink?"

Sanchez grinned, "Sure... I have been wanting to meet that new bartender."

As Quall and Sanchez disapeared around the corner, one of the security guards thought she heard Quall say "We have a new bartender?" Ensigns, she thought, and roled her eyes.

Ensign Quall
Security Officer

---

**Ten-Forward**

Ensign Mitchell looked around and saw about a dozen people sitting in various places in the lounge, but didn't see Chief Jensen anywhere so he decided to sit himself down at the bar. As he sat down the bartender appeared out of nowhere.

"What would you like today, Ensign?"

Mitchell lokked up to see a tall, lanky terran and couldn't help thinking to himself that he(Mitchell, that is) might actually be the shortest person on the ship even though he is 6'2".

"I think I'll have a couple of eggs, over-easy, some orange juice, and home fries, if you don't mind."

"Coming right up!"

"I guess its my turn to wait around now." Thought Mitchell.

---

"Pre-plan testing during Gamma shift"

Captain Price couldn't believe how quickly the time flew. Between answering the Tholian delegate's questions, and being updated on his crew's progress in trying to prove Ensign Cassey's theory, and entire day had past.

That night Price had difficulty sleeping. Even his "warm milk" trick didn't work in making him sleepy. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning, the Captain decided to get up and get some work done.

Checking his messages, he noted that the modifications to the ships sensors had been made to Ensign Cassey's specifications. He also saw that Doctor Rousseau was requesting physical exams of the crew. "Two weeks." Price said out loud. "Then that's when I'll schedule it." The Captain smiled.

"Computer. Current time?"

"The current time is 01:37 hours." The computer responded.

"Humm, midnight watch." The Captain thought. That meant that Lieutenant Coe was most probably on duty. As Price sat there in his quarters, he knew why he couldn't sleep. "I need to know if we are being followed."

Captain Price got up and dressed in his duty uniform. After getting himself another hot mug of Bajoran coffee, he left his quarters and made his way to the bridge.

The Ship was different during Gamma shift. Calmer, quieter. The Captain made his way down the dimly corridor to the turbo lift.

As he arrived on the bridge, Lieutenant Coe turned and was surprised to see the Captain.

"Sir. Up rather late this evening aren't you?"

"This morning actually 'mate. Couldn't sleep. Too busy worrying about the possibility someone's following us."

Lieutenant Coe nodded. He two was concerned over the possible threat. "The modifications to the ships sensors have been completed Captain. We were waiting for your order to try and detect the following ship."

The Captain walked down the ramp and stood by the Command chair as he took a sip of his coffee before answering. "Aye. Read that in my quarters. We will wait until Alpha shift to initiate the pulse Ensign Cassey has prepared." Captain Price turned and looked at Lieutenant Coe before adding, "He's quite a young officer, that one."

"Yes Sir. He shows a lot of spirit and confidence in his abilities."

"Lieutenant, I was thinking...." The Captain started. Coe leaned forward slightly as the Captain spoke. "Since we are both up and bored anyway, and there is still several hours before Alpha shift starts, why don't we try that little experiment we discussed?"

Lieutenant Coe leaned back in the command chair and smiled. He had suggested that the Galaxy try a series of tests by speeding up and slowing down to see how the sensor 'echo' responded. "That sounds like fun to me Captain." Lieutenant Coe glanced over to the Science station. The Vulcan, Mr. Shtik was currently on duty. "Ensign, we are going to be adjusting our Warp velocity abruptly in an attempt to observe how our speed change affects the sensor echo we have been picking up on the posterior sensor array."

The Ensign smiled. Unusual for a Vulcan, but Mr. Shtik was not your usual Vulcan. "I understand Lieutenant. If you'll feed my terminal the proposed velocity changes I can monitor the sensor arrays to detect any anomalies."

Lieutenant Coe smiled back at Shtik. He enjoyed working with the Ensign. Coe then turned to look at the Captain as he prepared to get up out of the Command chair.

"That's okay Lieutenant. I'll stand. Besides 'mate, it's your shift!" The Captain smiled as he took another sip of his coffee.

Lieutenant Coe turned to the Helmsman. "Ensign Jiron. Prepare to increase speed to warp 6 on my mark."

After tapping a few controls on the Helm console, the Bajoran responded "Aye Sir. Warp 6 on your mark."

A quick glance to Science station 1 at Mr. Shtik, who nodded 'affirmative' as his hands were poised on the sensor controls.

"Warp 6.... Now!"

As Coe ordered in, the Helmsman increased the ship's speed to the next warp factor. At the same time, Ensign Shtik began recording all readings near the posterior sensor array.

Captain Price watched as Lieutenant Coe commanded the Gamma shift. He was pleased at the way the Lieutenant could take charge of the crew.

"Helmsman, prepare to decrease speed to warp 4 on my mark."

"Aye Sir. Warp 4 on your mark."

"Mark. Reduce to warp 4."

Again Ensign Jiron adjusted the speed of the USS Galaxy, this time slowing down from warp 6 to warp 4. "We are at warp 4 Lieutenant."

Mr. Shtik was busy capturing all of the activity from the posterior sensor array while the ship changed speeds. It would take some time to analyze the vast amount of data the sensors were obtaining, but this "test" was almost complete.

"That will do it Ensign. Resume Warp factor 5 on present course."

Jiron fingered the controls as he responded. "Resuming present course at warp 5 Sir."

Lieutenant Coe got up out of the command chair and walked over to the science station. Captain Price followed as well, still drinking his coffee.

"Did you detect anything unexpected? Any proof there is a ship following us?" Lieutenant Coe sounded as curious about that answer as the Captain felt.

"It will take a few hours to sift through all of the data gathered by the sensors Lieutenant. I should have a better understanding of the readings by the end of the shift."

Captain Price interrupted. "Well then, If you gentlemen will excuse me, I should try and get some sleep before Alpha shift. I look forward to your report Mr. Shtik."

Both Ensign Shtik and Lieutenant Coe nodded as the Captain exited the Bridge and returned to his quarters.

"Computer. Set alarm for 06:00."

"Alarm set for 06:00 hours." The computer replied.

Captain Price wanted to be on the Bridge bright and early before Gamma shift ended. He wanted to know what this little experiment revealed before executing Ensign Cassey's plan during Alpha shift.

---

Bellen began her shift promptly on time. Dr. Rousseau filled her in as to what has been happening.

"Nothing big. Everyone, as usual, is avoiding their physicals. Which reminds me, you were on the list, weren't you?"

"Well, I was...uh..." She paused, hesitated, then finally gave in "yes."

"Mmmm hmmm. Second, Ensign Casey is giving us trouble." She gave the PADD to Bellen and let her read his message. Bellen chuckled.

"Well, I don't blame him."

"I heard they had to put him to sleep in Starfleet. I don't think we're going to get any more cooperation." Added the doctor.

"Should be interesting."

"And last, we have 2 new crew members aboard. They're due for physicals, as well."

"2 more to hunt down...I'll take care of it." Said Bellen.

The doctor handed Bellen the PADD.

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