She got off the shuttle with Ronni right behind her and they headed for their quarters carrying their belongings. They wound through the corridors until they had to part. They waved to each other with a semi-free hand and continued. K'arta got to her quarters and promptly collapsed with exaustion and relief. She was back home. She hadn't lost a good friend on vacation and she'd even made a few new ones. She fell asleep quickly and dreamed of her horses.

Ensign K'arta
USS Galaxy
Security Officer

Once the computer chimed for Troy to wake up, he jumped out of bed. To him, there was nothing like the feeling of sleeping in his own bed after a vacation. He quickly showered, dressed, ate breakfast and headed out the door for the bridge.

*** Bridge ***

Once Troy stepped through the turbolift doors, he took in a deep breath. For some reason, he liked the smell of the bridge and couldn't completely wake up until he inhaled the air. (It was sort of like coffee for him) He walked over to Tactical and relieved the Ensign who had the night shift.

"Good Morning everyone!" Troy exclaimed with a smile on his face. Captain Price turned around in his chair to face Troy.

"Well, good morning to you too, Lieutenant. Looks as if you're eager to be back."

"Yes sir, I am. I've had a great vacation and time to relax. I feel refreshed."

"That's good to hear Troy. We could use some refreshed officers!" Price smiled and returned to face the front.

Troy looked down at his console and thus began his shift.

*** 45 Minutes Later ***

The Tactical Console began to beep with indication that a subspace transmission was coming in from Starfleet Command.

"Captain, I'm receiving a subspace transmission from Starfleet Command." Troy stated.

"Who's it for Lieutenant?" Price asked.

Troy looked down at the console on more time. "..Me?" Troy said with a puzzled look.

"Oh...well then you're more than welcome to use my ready room" Price said.

Troy nodded as he left the Tactical arch and headed for the Captain's ready room. He quickly took a seat behind the desk and started the transmission. Admiral Blair's face filled the screen.

"Granddad? This is odd, normally you use a private channel to contact me, not an official one."

"I know, I know, but I had something I wanted to tell you. It's about your cousin Brad"

"What? Is everything ok?

"Yes, everything is perfectly fine. I just wanted to tell you that he was promoted to Commander and XO of the USS Sovereign. I'm awarding him with the Federation Medal of Honor with clusters today."

"Wow, I bet uncle Sean is proud of him." A smile began to overtake Troy's face.

"Yup, the crew of the Vicksburg is probably tired of hearing about his son the hero by now!" Admiral Blair exclaimed.

"How did he get promoted so quickly?"

"It's a long story, but basically the Sovereign was commandeered by the Maquis, and Brad had a crucial part in leading what was left of the crew to retake the ship. Captain Elitia strongly recommended him for promotion."

"Wow, that's good to hear. Well I better get back to the bridge, I'm on duty right now."

"Ok, I'll talk to you later. Bye"

"Bye granddad."

As soon as the end transmission screen popped up, Troy quickly sent a message of congratulations to his cousin and returned to the bridge.

"What was that all about? Don't tell me your grandfather has another mission for us" Price asked.

"No sir, he was just telling me about my cousin."

"Whew, I thought we were going to 'ave another difficult mission ahead of us" Price smiled.

"So did I sir."

Troy returned to the Tactical Arch and continued with the rest of his shift.

Lieutenant JG Troy Blair
Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

She fought the tears that threatened to flow. She didn't want anyone to see her right now. She went back to her quarters and threw herself across her bed. The tears came as a river that broke its levee. Many different emotions washed over her.

She felt terrified. She lost Robert soon after he proposed to her. She felt sadness because she loved Deiran. Ti felt happiness that someone cared again. Most of all she felt unworthy of the love Deiran gave so freely.

What could she give him? She didn't have family. She didn't have anything. What worth did she have? She spent right at eighteen years in a labor camp away from her planet of birth.

She talked through her feelings with Bobbie for she didn't know who to turn to. She knew that the best person to talk to about her feelings should have been her mother. She wished that Cardassians had never came into their lives.

She had no idea how to face Deiran again.

The officers piled into the shuttles and started the trip back to the Galaxy. When they were approaching the ship, Ensign Mohler noticed something was wrong. Could it be the main shuttle bay doors? No, never.

After Andreas unpacked in his quarters, he reported to the security office for beta shift. He read the logs of what happened while he was on vacation. "Oh, and all this time I thoght the rest of the ship was bored. Guess not!"

After beta shift, Andreas went to ten forward. He had only met a few people so far, and was looking to meet a few more, but ten forward was practically empty.

Jonathan Hanover

**** Jamson's quarters ****

A few hours passed since Jamson went back to his quarters. Seating and reading the reports that the Captain gave Jamson was no fun. He missed so much. "I would never go on a trip again..." he thought to himself while looking at the PADD.

It was like reading a Detectives story "A living Nebula? Shtik and his father? Chiron and a murder case?" you can even display it a soap opera...did Jamson miss so much? He left his desk and fell on his bed with the PADD near him. He didn't feel so good, maybe if he was on the Galaxy when all that happened, he could have done something to help...

But wait a minute...Jamson and the others already did something. They've saved Ronni's life. He forgot all about it, he should go to Ronni and see how she was doing. But his shift time was just around the corner "Guess I'll better get ready."

There were 15 minutes before his shift, but he wanted to be on the bridge as soon as he could. The burning feeling inside was back, he was really excited about getting back to active duty.

He stood infornt of his mirror and combed his hair a little bit. Fixed his clothes a bit and with a smile on his face, he left his quarters ready to 'work'.

It was quite a walk from his quarters to the bridge, he never felt so alive like now. Saying hello to every officer that passed near him at the corridor, he found out that many were suprised to see him like that. He entered the nearest turbolift and said hello to everyone inside. He bumped into Coe who was also on his way to the bridge.

"Hi Coe. What's up pal?" He smiled to Coe and tapped him on his back.

Coe was suprised, he wasn't used to see the Commander so happy "Sir? are you ok?"

Jamson just kept smiling "Everything is great! why are you asking?"

"Oh...I just thought that the Doctor gave you something...you know..." Coe just said quietly and continued to stair and the turbolift's doors.

"No! I just happen to be a little happy..." Jamson grinned and added "Can I?"

Coe smiled a fake smile "Of course you can Sir."

**** Bridge ****

The sight of the bridge was amazing, like breathing air! Jamson felt like he was flying to see everyone running around the bridge. "Oh yes! active duty." He whispered to himself and headed to his seat.

"Helsman, where are we heading today?" He asked loudly and sat down in his position.

The helsman turned around "Sir?"

Jamson just lowered his voice and grabbed a padd who was in the Captain's chair "Where are we heading?"

"Vulcan Sir." The young Helsman reported.

"Beta 2?!" Jamson got up screaming from his chair after reading the padd that was on the Captain's chair. Everyone turned their looks to the shout of the Commander. "Where the hell is that?" Jamson thought.

"I believe it's in the Beta Quadrant." the Helsman said to Jamson.

"Are you a mind reader, Ensign?" Jamson kept reading the PADD.

"No Sir" the young officer replied.

Jamson just kept reading.

**** End of Beta Shift ****

"I hate active duty..." Jamson sat in an uncomfortable way. "Nothing...nothing to do all that time...nothing but reports from all over the ship...no action." Jamson remembered how it was to be on active duty. All the excitement was gone, Jamson was tired. All he wanted was some action and what did he get? reports from Ensigns...not exactly what he expected.

"Sir?" Coe faced Jamson.

"Mmmm....Coe? yes...?" Jamson sat a bit up in his chair.

Coe smiled "I'm here relieve you Sir? end of Beta Shift?"

"Of! of course....yes...you have the bridge." Jamson said and got up.

Coe looked at Jamson "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Me? I'm fine...just a little disappointed." Jamson replied and went up to the tturbolift. "I need a drink.." he said and entered through the turbolift's doors.

While going to Ten-Forward he remebered what the Captain asked from him..."Oh no......! the report....."

Jamson started to remember how active duty was exactly like, and he didn't get too excited about it.

Commander Michael Jamson
Executive Officer
USS Galaxy

Captain's Personal Log: Stardate 49704.26

We have arrived at planet Vulcan. I have informed Mr. Shtik that the Galaxy will be remaining in orbit for the next 24 hours.

The Vulcan Katra ritual, which is why Shtik has requested our coming here, is a private ceremony closed to 'outsiders'. This is true of many of the Vulcan customs and rituals.

I have left Commander Jamson in charge of the Galaxy while I visit my former Commanding Officer and personal friend, Captain Shoak.

While many parts of Vulcan are restricted, there are areas where shore leave parties can visit. The great library, The fountains of Shoruk, and the temple of peace & harmony being good examples. I have authorized Jamson to allow leave to anyone who requests it, as long as they are back by pull out time tomorrow at 15:00 when we set course for Starbase 123.

**** Planet Vulcan, retired Captain Shoak's residence ****

Lee stood outside of the single story adobe bungalow and adjusted his duty uniform. He had considered wearing his full dress tunic, but somehow it didn't seem appropriate to meet his former commander in such formal attire. Still, Lee wanted to look his best. The Vulcan had always been a stickler for details.

Reaching for the door chime, Lee activates it. A moment later Tei-Sue opened the door.

"Hello Captain Price. We have been expecting you." Tei-Sue said in her Vulcan tone. She was a beautiful woman, half the age of Captain Shoak.

"Hello Tei-Sue. You look exactly as you did the last time I saw you." Price said as he stepped inside.

"Thank you Captain. Shoak is glad you have been able to stop by. He has been talking of you since we received your sub-space transmission a few days ago."

Lee smiled slightly. At least the Bendii Syndrome had not completely disabled his memory. "I am looking forward to visiting with him. Tell me, how is Shoak doing?"

Tie-Sue sighed. "Some days are better than others. But ultimately, my husband is fighting a loosing battle. I will take you to him. Please, do not be offended if he has an outburst. It is the disease speaking, not him."

Lee nodded without saying a word. Tie-Sue then lead him to Captain Shoak's bed room.

"Husband. We have a visitor. Lee Price, your former protégée from the USS Galaxy." Tie-Sue stepped aside allowing Lee to pass her near the door entryway. With a nod, she exited leaving the two men alone.

"Hi 'mate." Lee said as he stepped near Shoak's bedside. "It's me, Lee Price."

The aged Vulcan looked at Price strangely, as if he didn't recognize him. "What do you want? Lee Price?"

The Captain reached back and pulled up a wooden chair and took a seat. "I just wanted to stop by an see how you were doin' 'mate. The Galaxy was stopping off here so I'd figure I'd take advantage and stop by. Commander's privilege." Lee said with a smile.

"You are a Commander? You wear a uniform. Starfleet. I was in Starfleet once."

"Yes 'mate I know. You were a Captain. Captain of the USS Galaxy remember?" Lee reached out and placed his hand on the Vulcan's arm. It seemed he didn't even remember him at all.

Shoak glanced down at the man's hand holding his arm gently. His expression soured. "75 years I was in Starfleet! I was Captain of the finest Starship ever made." Shoak pulled his arm out of Lee's grasp. "The USS Galaxy. It was *I* that helped the engineers over come their design flaws. Years of testing, prototyping."

"Yes, I know that Captain." Lee began, "I served under you on your last Command, remember?"

Shoak acted like he didn't hear Price's words. He just kept going on. "Finally get the Ship into shape and they decide to cancel the project! Oh was I the fighter then! I couldn't let them cancel the Galaxy class project."

"And you didn't Captain. You were able to convince them to use the Galaxy Class for the new Enterprise-D."

Shoak's eyes narrowed as he looked at Lee. "Yes, the ENTERPRISE. Captain John-Luc Picard. Starfleet's 'boy wonder'." Shoak's voice was growing angry and sarcastic as he continued. "The one that saved the day when the Stargazer's Captain was killed. He was given Command of the Enterprise after all the years of MY hard work getting the design flaws ironed out. MY work at getting them to use the Galaxy class rather than the Nebula. And how does Starfleet reward my efforts and dedication? Deep space charting assignments while PICARD gets all of the glory." Shoak crossed his arms in disgust. "Flag ship of the Federation. Starfleet's finest ship. A brilliant Captain. All of which would have been nothing without ME. Without Captain Shoak and the USS Galaxy NX-70637!"

Lee didn't know what to think. When he was First Officer under the Captain, Shoak always spoke with such admiration and respect of Picard's career. Now to hear all of this pent up hostility towards him was a bit unnerving.

"I never knew you felt that way about Picard 'mate. I thought you respected his accomplishments. You once said that 'when he succeeds it is a reflection of the work you'd all ready accomplished with the USS Galaxy.'"

Shoak calmed down slightly and looked at Lee again. A glimmer of recognition flashed across his eyes. "I know you."

"Yes Sir, you do."

"You are my first officer. 'General Lee'."

Lee kept looking into Shoak's eyes without flinching. Anyone else he would have scolded or at least corrected for using that nickname. 'The General', that was coined for him at Starfleet Academy. But right now, that one annoying name was the first glimmer of hope the Captain had expressed. The first tiny detail from their past together on the USS Galaxy. "That is right Captain. It is me 'mate. I'm taking care of your baby. The USS Galaxy is under my command now."

Shoak looked closely at Lee's uniform and noticed the 4 pips on the collar. "Captain of the Galaxy? Yes. I remember. I recommended you."

Lee smiled. "Yes! You did. And you'd be proud of her crew. She is now the Premier Galaxy class Starship."

"Not the Enterprise?" Shoak asked, puzzled.

"No. The Enterprise-D was destroyed. Don't you remember?"

Shoak shook his head as he laid back onto his pillow. "No I do not." He stared at the ceiling for a moment before he began laughing out loud. It was a shock to Lee, as in all of the years he'd served under Shoak, this was the very first time he had ever seen the Vulcan laugh.

"Picard lost a ship!" He mussed. "The great Captain John-Luc Picard lost the Enterprise!" Shoak was laughing and repeating himself with such enthusiasm, Captain Price didn't have the heart to tell the Vulcan that it was actually Commander Riker that was credited with the Enterprise-D's demise.

Shoak's laughter soon turned to tears as he realized that the Enterprise-D was destroyed. "The Flagship gone! All my hard work, destroyed!"

As Lee sat back, he felt himself growing distant from the conversation. It was then he noticed Tie-Sue entering the room.

"You should let him rest now Captain." She said quietly.

Lee nodded and got out of the chair, placing it back against the wall. While walking with Tie-Sue to exit and let Shoak get some rest, the Vulcan cried out.

"You are just like all the rest!"

Lee stopped and turned to face Shoak, not knowing what caused the outburst.

"You Starfleet officers are all after the same thing!" Shoak struggled to lean up in his bed. "You are here for my wife aren't you Captain!"

Lee's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe he was hearing this from his former commander. "Of course not, that is ridiculous Captain."

"DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT IS RIDICULOUS!" Shoak shouted. The strain weakening him as he falls back down on the bed, coughing.

Lee walks back to the bedside.

"I saw the way you were looking at her when you entered. You are the same as all of the rest! Lustful humans. Ruled by emotions."

Calmly, Lee locked onto Shoak's eyes and wouldn't let go of his gaze.

"That is not true. You taught me, long ago, a Vulcan mind exercise for purifying one's thoughts. Do you remember 'mate?"

Shoak looked at Lee suspiciously. "I taught you?"

Lee nodded. "Yes 'mate. Practically everything I know. Come now, recite the mantra with me. Let us focus together..."

Tie-Sue watched as Lee took Shoak's hand into his own and held on tightly. She was surprised her husband allowed it. As the two began humming the Vulcan mind exercise together, she went and pulled the chair back out for Captain Price. Without diverting his attention, Lee sat in the chair as he continued the mantra with Captain Shoak.

Tie-Sue paused at the doorway, before exiting and leaving them alone.

***** Morning, Shoak's residence *****

Having spent the entire night visiting with Captain Shoak, the Vulcan had finally grown tired and fell to sleep. Lee exited the bedroom and stretched as he walked out an saw Tie-Sue.

"I contacted your vessel last night to inform them you'd be staying the evening."

Lee nodded. "Thank you. That was very thoughtful of you Tie-Sue."

The Vulcan beauty poured Captain Price a glass of freshly squeezed Volomo juice. "I should thank you Captain. That is the calmest my husband has been in a very long time."

Lee took the glass and had a sip. He nodded to thank her for the juice. "Has the Captain had many visitors from the old crew?"

"Yes actually he has." Tie-Sue nodded. "Various members from different assignment. But you are the only one he ever talks about. My husband, on his better days, follows your career." Tie-Sue paused for a moment before adding, "He is quite proud of you."

Lee smiled warmly. "As I am of him." Glancing back at the bedroom, through the doorway he could just see Captain Shoak sleeping peacefully on the bed. "'es like a father to me Tie-Sue."

"Just as you are like a son to him." She said solemnly.

Lee finished his juice and placed the glass down. "Thank you for your hospitality mam. I must be returning to the Ship I am afraid."

"It is I who should be thanking you Captain." Tie-Sue smiled, only slightly as Vulcan's do. "Peace and long life Captain Price."

Lee raised his hand up to match the Vulcan greeting. "Live long and prosper Tie-Sue."

Glancing back to the bedroom and the sleeping Captain Shoak, Lee added, "And you too 'mate. I love you."

Then, without saying anything further, Captain Price exited the bungalow and proceeded to walk back to the beam down point to meet up with the others before being transported back up to the Galaxy.

*****

Captain's Personal Log, Supplemental.

My long overdo visit with my former commander went better than I had anticipated. His mental disease, though noticeable, was still not as advanced as I had feared. Eventually, Captain Shoak did recognize me and we spent the night reciting the Vulcan mantra of purity together.

I never realized, until today, just how much animosity the Captain had for Captain Picard. His resentment of the glory bestowed onto the Enterprise-D rather than the Galaxy and more specifically, Captain John-Luc Picard was rather unexpected. But, still... in a way it makes the Vulcan seem just that much more... human.

~I've hardly stopped since getting to the Galaxy~ he though. Paran thought it was about time he tried one of his own holodeck programs.

"Computer, access Starfleet Academy files and transfer all holo programs listed for Cadet Paran Chanor."

The computer replied that this request would take several hours to do, as the range was considerable at this time, even though they were approaching closer to Earth, as they got near Vulcan. The Ensign acknowledged this and decided to wait. He had something to eat, and headed down to the replimats. A crewman was down there, serving other peoples needs.

"Can I have a Viet Cong uniform, circa 1960's Earth please?"

The crewman looking at him in surprise, but agreed and Ensign Paran got what he wanted. He headed back to his quarters to change. Upon entering, he was informed that his programmes had been transferred. He changed quickly, and headed down to the holodeck.

"Computer, run Chanor Tet Offensive."

The computer beeped it's reply and he entered in. Inside was a city, Saigon, ahead was a large building with an old Earth flag flying from it. It was the US Embassy to South Vietnam, during the 1968 Tet offensive. He's run this scenario several times before and had always found it a challenge.

"Computer, begin programme. Arm me with a AK-47."

The scenario begins and he finds himself with another VC, Nguyen Van Muoi, as they begin storming the US Embassy, shooting US soldiers and Embassy guards. The US troops put up a fierce resistance and the battle is joined.

Ensign Paran Chanor
USS Galaxy
In the Holodeck

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Deiran was still on his knee when Miran darted out of the holodeck in tears. He watched as she left. If Deiran was capable of crying, he would’ve done so at this moment. Why hadn’t the woman he loved so much not accept his ring and his proposal? She loved him and told him so all the time, but her past would not go away.

Deiran tried to convince himself that she hadn’t turned him down, after all she didn’t say no or yes. Deiran tapped his comm badge,"Miran! Please don’t be angry with me, I love you. Why did you run away?" Deiran pleaded with all of his heart for Miran to give him an explanation, but received no response.

She wasn’t ready, he thought.

Deiran needed to drown his sorrows. He went to Ten-Forward. When he saw all the people laughing, the music playing, the ruffled voices in the room the merriment almost made him sick. As soon as he entered he turned around and left. Troy stopped him.

"Hey Deiran! Wait up! We’re ya going?" Troy asked. He seemed to be happy and having a good time playing with Ronni and K’arta. They had this flirting game going on that all three were enjoying.

"I decided to turn in, it’s been a long day," Deiran said as melancholy as Troy had ever seen him. As they stood in the doorway Ensign Mohler walked up behind them.

"Lieutenant’s, good to see you," Mohler smiled and past them on his way to the bar.

"What’s wrong Deiran?" Troy asked, sensing that something was wrong.

"I’m just tired, I’ll see you later. Have a good time tormenting Ronni and K’arta."

Deiran said that last sentence as he walked off and headed toward the turbolift.

Deiran heard Troy respond,"I live to torment them," Troy’s laugh trailed off as Deiran continued down the corridor.

When Deiran entered the turbolift he was met by Captain Price.

"Good evening, Captain." Deiran acknowledged his superior officer.

"Lieutenant, how are you ‘mate?" the captain asked politely.

"I’ve been better, sir. A little tired, busy day."

The turbolift stopped at the Captain’s floor. "Get some rest then Lieutenant, if you don’t I’ll have the Doctor take you to sickbay and make you sleep there so she can monitor you," the Captain was actually joking around with him. If Deiran was in a better mood, he would’ve enjoyed the experience.

"Yes, sir, you know how I hate sickbay. That’s why you’re an exceptional Commanding Officer, sir, you know how to motivate your crew." Deiran showed a slight smile to his captain as Price exited the turbolift and down the corridor to his quarters.

When Deiran reached his floor he didn’t really feel like going to his quarters. He decided to go to the crew lounge. No one ever used the lounge. And there was never more than two or three people there at a time and they kept to themselves, reading or painting or some other type of activity. Deiran was going there to drown himself in his own self-pity. His thoughts were on Miran, her face and tears as she ran away from him.

Deiran went to the lounge’s replicator and asked,"the strongest, non-alcoholic stimulant you have on record." A greenish liquid appeared in the replicator. He took the glass and went to the nearest seat to the window.

He stared out into space, sulking. Miran wasn’t talking to him, the very sight of a smile made him cringe so a crowded place was wrong for his disposition.

Deiran took a sip of the liquid in his glass. It was the worst thing he’d ever tasted in his life. He didn’t know what it was, what was in it or what planet it was from and he didn’t even care about the taste, which was horrible.

His thoughts was on Miran…he needed her in his life and couldn’t imagine his life without her. That’s why he asked her to marry him. His love for her was too strong to deny even if he wanted to. He needed her so much. He knew she needed him too.

The more Deiran drank the more drowsy he became. An hour later he was passed out and his vital signs were weak.

*** 1530 hours, Bridge ***

[Lt. Commander T’Lein to Lt. Casey.]

T’Lein tried again. No response. Again. Nothing.

[Computer what is the location of Lt. Casey?] T’Lein knew that Casey was never late for his shift.

[Lt. Casey is in the Crew Lounge on deck 3.]

Lt. Comdr. T’Lein tried to establish contact with him again. Nothing.

[Lt. Comdr. T’Lein to Chief Sterner.]

"Sterner here. What can I do for you Lt.?" Sterner sounded a bit distracted.

[I believe something is wrong with Lt. Casey. The computer says he is on deck 3 in the Crew Lounge, he’s not responding to my hails. Would you have some officers check on his status please Chief?]

"I’ll send two officers there immediately, Lt."

[T’Lein out.]

*** 1630 hours. Sickbay ***

Casey was unconscious in sickbay. The medical instruments were keeping him in stable condition. The security team reached Deiran just in time.

The Captain, Commander Jamson and Lt. Comdr. T’Lein were in Dr. Rousseau’s office talking about what had happened to Deiran.

"It seemed that he ordered a stimulant-like substance from a planet his immune system wasn’t able to adapt too. It did a job on his body. He’ll have to remain here for several days while I monitor his recovery. He’s lucky to be alive."

"I’m sure Deiran will enjoy spending some time with you Doctor," Commander Jamson said sarcastically.

"Yes, I plan to strap him in the bed so he won’t run out of sickbay when he comes too," the doctor smiled as she pictured that in her mind.

"Will he recover Doctor?" the captain asked.

"I believe he will. His body has never been exposed to those substances and his medical records never indicated any allergic reaction because of this. He will recover, but his body has to flush out the substances before that recovery shows itself. He’ll be okay. I’m not going to let an allergic reaction kill one of the Galaxy’s finest officers."

Everyone smiled. They were happy that Deiran would be okay, and got a laugh at what Deiran would say if he heard the Doctor say that about him.

"Keep me updated on his condition Doctor," the Captain said as he started for the door. He was followed by the Commander and T’Lein.

After they left Rousseau went into the med lab. She looked over the computer records of what Deiran ordered, and listened to the recording of his voice as he ordered it. Deiran didn’t sound too happy to the Doctor. This wasn’t intentional in her opinion but she could tell from the sound of his voice he was depressed when he ordered that drink.

The doctor walked to Deiran’s bed and made sure everything was normal.

"What were you thinking Deiran?" she said to his unconscious body.

The staff landed squarely between his legs as she vaulted over him. As he crumpled to the ground, the second Guardsman swung a large sweeping strike with the sword. Marion parried the blow with the staff, hooked it around and pulled the sword away from him. With a quick duck, drop, and spin (never easy in a full skirt), she knocked the legs of the nearest guardsman out from under him and then caught the next Guard squarely in the jaw.

At that moment, a beautiful man appeared on a tree limb above her. He grabbed a vine and swung down to her. Marion said, "Robin!" and sighed. He grabbed her in his arm and gave her a full kiss.

Off to her left, she sensed someone watching. Picking up her staff like a spear, she threw it as hard as she could. The person gracefully dodge the staff and remained standing there. Marion then, with a frustrated look on her face said, "Computer, end program." The wooded glade faded away and was replaced by the black with yellow grid of the holodeck. The other figured remained.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your holoprogram, but you had gone past your time and I was waiting."

The look of frustration disappeared and she quickly said, "I'm sorry, I had lost track of time. Good dodge of the staff."

"Thank you. So, Robin Hood and Maid Marion? I've never seen a blue skinned Maid Marion." he said with a tilt of his head.

"That's ok, I've never seen a Caitin either. I'm Lt. Jg. Ronni Morris." she said extending her hand. 'He has the deepest eyes . . . .' she thought.

The security officer extended his hand and took hers and shook it. "I'm Ensign Jacob Chandler."

"Well, I had better get ready for my shift. I don't think the Captain would approve of my current attire." Ronni said, clutching at her skirts and heading slowly to the door.

"OK." he said hesitantly. "Uhm...Ronni, would you like to have dinner with me some time?"

She looked at him and said, "Yes. Yes I would. Tell me when and where and I'll be there. Bye!" With that she turned and ran out the door.

" Personal Log: Stardate 49704.29"

" The vacation did not turn out like everyone expected. Instead of a weeks worth of skiing, an adventure took place that had the away team solving a murder and freeing our kidnapped shipmate from one, Lord Mudd and his following of androids. The sad and unfortunate loss of Liams friend Kristen Snow has left everyone shaky. I am suggesting that some of the team seek aid from the ships Counselor."

" Nevertheless, the away team returned in one piece and the Galaxy is currently orbiting the planet of Vulcan as Lt Shitik and Captain Price attend to personal matters down on the planet. Members of the crew were admitted for shore leave but I decided to remain on the ship and continue to aid in the repairs of the ship."

" Computer, end log."

Coe finished his unpacking and looked at his watch. He had enough time to grab a drink before he was due on the bridge for his shift. He approached the rooms replicator and ordered an apple juice. He drank it slowly before placing the cup back on the replicator and heading out the door on his way to the bridge.

**** Main Bridge ****

The bridge was quiet at this time of night, minimal personal were present and only a skeleton crew manned the ships controls as it orbited Vulcan. Coe stepped out of the turbolift and relieved Commander Jamson of command. He sat in the chair, giving Jamson a farewell nod as he left the bridge and began checking system stats for the ship.

**** 1 hour later ****

" Commander, Im picking up spacial distort........ VESSEL DECLOAKING DIRECTLY AHEAD!!" Ensign Reyes yelled as a blob on the viewscreen began to take shape. Without even thinking, Coe gave the order.

" RED ALERT!! Raise shields and activate defensive systems!!" Coe yelled so that the bridge crew could hear him over the sirens. He swivelled around in the command chair so he was directly facing the viewscreen. The ship fully materialised and Coe sat stunned as he starred at the ship, the sirens still wailing in the background as half asleep officers began to fill the bridge. Coe began to chuckle. Soon he was laughing hysterically along with the rest of the bridge crew. The bewildered officers that came out of the turbolift not sure what was going on.

On the viewscreen stood a simple ferengi transport ship whose captain had obviously obtained a cloaking device.

" Sir, the captain of the...... Exstis, apologises for frightening us and wishes us a prosperous journey and godspeed." Ensign Reyes added as the laughter died down.

" Acknowledged Ensign, cancel the red alert and restore the ship to it's previous alert status. "

With that, Coe got back to work......

Chris N
AKA: Lt.Cmdr Johnathon Thomas Coe
Chief Tactical Officer USS Galaxy
NCC-70637
Indentification: Foxtrot delta 769

Stumbling out of the lift with all his bags he walked into Ten-Forward and yelled out, to everyone's suprise, "HONEY I'M HOME!" he laughed and walked off to the bar, throwing his bags into his quarters behing the bar scrimmaged around for some implements and turned on the hotplate on the bench and cracked some eggs and threw some bacon and buttered bread onto it and put up a sign and immediately people began queing up the sign said "Fresh cooked breakfast now available".

I've been running around so much, I hardly had time to think about the problem I've been facing since the Outpost attack not too long ago. It seemed like ages ago, instead. I'll get to that later.

Captain Price had asked me to accompany the Captain to Transporter Room 1 to assist in separating Chiron from the entity that was within him. This was an opportunity I couldn't refuse, my love for Xenobiology came back and it was a thrill I hadn't had in a very long time. This was a species I never had a chance to study. Tamarians. They were a curious species; hardly anything was known about them and Biology is the basis for all life. This was a chance to study that aspect in the removal of the entity. The thrill of a new lifeform intrigued me too.

Excitedly, I had removed the transporter panel, and with the help of one of the security guards, I used my PADD data on the entity's readings and a comparison of Chiron's biological pattern to configure the data to unify Chiron's displaced readings whilst at the same time, filtering out the entity's pattern. Through this endeavour, I devoured the data concerning the two beings biological patterns.

It was incredible! The entity had a molecular form not unlike carbon based life, yet it's natural state was what appeared to be energy based. It appeared to flux between matter and anti-matter. It was this trait that enabled me to separate Chiron fairly easily form it. Chiron's biological form, being like humanoid forms, was always a constant. Standard Physics states that our universe is matter based, so it would appear that the non-constant form of the entity was not of this universe, but there were plenty of things unknown to us in this universe and I will not pretend something is not of our universe simply because I don't understand it.

Anyways, Chiron's pattern was successfully reintegrated into itself and the entity was beamed into the Nebula unbeknowst to me until I returned to the bridge.

It was here, that I found out the events of what transpired after the beamout. The entity was being eaten alive in it and Lt. Shtik had decided to venture out into the Nebula on a spacewalk to retrieve his father's 'Katra'. On one of my secondary monitors, I monitored the entity within the nebula. On my primary monitor, I monitored Shtik's progress and never took my eyes off him. He ended up receiving serious damage to his hand after he had exposed it to space. I then glanced to my second monitor as it beeped for my attention and then suddenly lit up in an array of colour.

The entity had somehow reverted to its matter form and was being attacked by other entities within the nebula. A quick check revealed them to be anti-matter. Why they weren't exploding on contact was unknown to me. Maybe the make-up of the biological mixture of these forms, being matter and anti-matter, had evolved to the point of co-existence, or maybe co-dependence. I shrugged and decided to leave it in my report to Captain Price. Maybe he'd know what to do with it.

At any rate, it would appear that Lt. Shtik is alright, as it was the antimatter entities that were invading his suit. Maybe they required matter as sustenance to live. The Captain had left for Sickbay and find out if he was successful in his mission.

When Captin Price returned, he ordered the ship to Vulcan. This did not surprise me, as Lt. Shtik had not returned as yet to the bridge. I assumed he was successful.

Currently, the ship is in orbit of Vulcan and Captain Price has let the crew know that we have been cleared if we wish to beam down. I am contemplating this offer. There is someplace I'd like to visit...

END LOG

Lt(jg) James Mitchell
Asst. Chief of Science
USS Galaxy

The two shuttles returned to the Galaxy and everyone was happy to be home again. They all took off in different directions, and Joerg went straight back to his quarters. It has been a strange vacation. They solved a murder and rescued a crew member from some androids. The more Joerg thought these things over, the stranger it seems to him. But he was very tired and so soon after arriving at his quarters he fell asleep.

On the next day he felt much more relaxed and refreshed than before. Slowly he stood up from his bed and went to the replicator to get his breakfast, although in was already afternoon. With the food he sat down at the desk and accessed security, to see what happened on the Galaxy during his absence. While reading about the strange murder cases and the energy being that invaded Chiron he consumed his breakfast.

'It seems that at this time everything is under control.' he thought while changing into his uniform. But before he left for duty, he stored his baggage in the closet and cleaned his room. With a happy smile on his face he left his quarters and went straight to the turbo lift.

On his way down to security, he thought of what Commander Jamson would write in his report about the rescue mission. But when arrived at his office some other thoughts crossed his mind.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. On his desk, on the floor, and everywhere else possible were coffee cups and glasses. He quickly closed his eyes and looked again. They were all still there. 'Perhaps this is the wrong office.' he hopefully thought and left to check it. No, it clearly said 'Security Office - Deck 38' on the plate beside the door, and Joerg sadly entered his office again.

He already started to clear up his office when T'Lein contacted him.

[Lt. Comdr. T’Lein to Chief Sterner.]

"Sterner here. What can I do for you Lt.?" Joerg said, slightly distracted by the mess of his office.

[I believe something is wrong with Lt. Casey. The computer says he is on deck 3 in the Crew Lounge, he’s not responding to my hails. Would you have some officers check on his status please Chief?]

"I’ll send two officers there immediately, Lt."

After that he pressed his communicator to contact one of his team.

"Sterner to Franklin."

[Franklin here, sir.]

"Ensign, meet my on deck 3 in the Crew Lounge immediately. Sterner out."

And after that he rushed out of his office, partly to flee from the nightmare he saw there and partly to help Lieutenant Casey, who was one of the main factors that the rescue mission was a success.

*************** Deck 3, Crew Lounge ***************

Ensign Tanya Franklin almost at the same time arrived with the Chief. They both entered the lounge and found it completely empty. They almost were about to leave again, when Joerg saw someone lying behind one of the tables. They quickly got to him and checked for a pulse. It was weak, but Casey was still alive. Before they took off with the body, Joerg contacted sickbay.

"Sterner to sickbay."

[Nurse Opel here.]

"We have found Lieutenant Casey unconscious in the Crew Lounge. Obviously he did drink some green liquid before he fell into this condition." Joerg stated, as he saw the glass lying next to the Lieutenant.

[Alright, bring him here quickly.]

"Ok. Sterner out."

After that Tanya and Joerg took Casey and carried him to sickbay. Once there the medical personal quickly took care of Casey and they thanks the two security officers for their help. With little else to do, Joerg wanted to check with the security team, that guarded Chiron. Joerg talked with them about the recent troubles they had finding and capturing the Lieutenant.

After that Tanya and Joerg left sickbay and went straight back to the security office. Joerg told her about the mess he saw when he came back to his office and asked her, if she could give him a hand cleaning his office and she accepted.

When they arrived back at Joerg's office however there was no trace of the mess left Joerg saw earlier that day.

"If there isn't anything else sir, may I now go?" Tanya asked cautiously.

"Yes, of course Ensign." Joerg said, while he couldn't believe what he saw.

Ensign Franklin left the office and Joerg sat down at the desk, still shaking his head. He knew that Lieutenant Quall would be coming late to his duty, so he decided to do some of his work.

Lieutenant Joerg Sterner
Chief of Security - USS Galaxy NCC-70637

Resting by the doorfriame, and entering some notes in a padd, she was jolted out of her train of thought by a loud, shocked yell...

"Deiran."

She rushed to the open are that was the current home of Lt. Casey, finding him looking around the room in horror.

"I'm in sickbay! Oh, my god, I'm in sickbay! Let me outta here!"

"Deiran! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! What...how...why...I already GOT my physical!"

She stared at him...then burst out laughing, only causing Casey to become immensely confused.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"You! How much you hate sickbay! This one isn't my fault, Deiran, it's yours! You ingested a drink you were allergic to, passed out, and got hauled in to sickbay."

Deiran dropped his head back onto the pillow. "Oh," was all he could say.

Still smiling, she suggested compromise. "Look...I'll tell you what. I'll keep you sedated. This way you'll heal faster and never know you were in here, okay? No knowledge, and less time. Fair deal?"

It took him a while to weigh it all against everything else, but he finally conceded. "Fair deal."

"Good." Quicker than Deiran could see, she whipped out a hypo and pressed it against his neck...

***Main Bridge***

As T'Lein's fingers flew across the ops console, he thought of the conversation he and Ensign Shanika had during their last night at the lodge. Ever since returning back to the Galaxy, he and Shanika hadn't seen much of one another or even talked much. There last night at the lodge proved to be very romantic and T'Lein felt that their relationship grew a little stronger because of that night...at least, he hoped so. As he continued entering commands into the ops console, he made a mental note to contact the ensign as soon as time permitted, if only to say a quick "hello".

***Turbolift***

Lt. T'Lein found it a little difficult to conceive that Lt.jg Casey had been so careless as to drink some foreign substance that had put him in the care of Dr. Rousseau in Sickbay. As the Lt. exited the turbolift, en route to his quarters, he thought of the young Lt.jg; how anxious and enthusiastic he always appeared to be, how good he was at his job as assistant operations officer, and how devoted he was to Starfleet. T'Lein hoped he would not be in sickbay too long, for there were still a number of diagnostics and upgrades that needed to be done before the Galaxy departed Vulcan. Of course, the Lt. thought, there were others who could very well do the work, but none could do such a thorough job as Lt.jg Casey. In the meantime, T'Lein proceeded to his quarters with a sudden urge to contact his mother, l'Nal, down on the planet surface.

Lt. Stovok T'Lein
Chief Operations Officer
USS Galaxy NCC-70637

He strolled down the corridors of the USS Galaxy, relieved that (as far as he could tell) everything was quiet again. He would probably begin to hate the quiet after a while, but for now it was perfect.

----------------

Ten Forward was quiet too. Hutchcraft took the time to simply relax by himself. He picked a seat where he could few the stars. The view made everything worth it. Thousands of Millions of far away lights gleamed into his vision.

One of Sketcher's staff approached the Lieutenant with a sense of worry. He had all about the Lieutenant's little stunts, he didn't want to have to experience one first-hand.

"Erm, sir, will you be drinking anything or are the stars enough?" asked the waiter. He was a short Bajoran character, nicely-shaven and black haired.

Hutchcraft looked up at the Bajoran "If you could just get me an orange juice or something, my good man"

The bartender figured he had got the wrong Lieutenant. He nodded, and walked to the bar. As he did so, he shrugged out of confusion.

Andrew simply smiled as he saw the bartender shrug. Hutchcraft watched as the bartender muttered something to another bartender. Andrew quietly laughed as the bartenders made shrugs, shakes of the head and strange looks.

The waiter returned with an orange juice in his hand. "Here's your juice, sir" he politely said, placing the glass on his customer's table. Hutchcraft nodded a thank you to the Bajoran.

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Hutchcraft had been thinking about recent events. With much of Engineering being killed by Chiron, being transferred off, or simply being unfit to serve for the moment, the position of Chief Engineer had become open. While he had joined Starfleet with the main intention of becoming a Security Officer, he had also made studies in many fields related to engineering.

From what he knew about department transfers, he would need to study quite hard in order to pass the relevant exams. After that, he would become a full Engineer.

He drank the orange liquid as he watched the people enter Ten Forward. He noticed that Ensign Mohler had walked in to the room. Hutchcraft realised that the crew from the ski-trip had come back.

Hutchcraft took another sip from the juice.... and then spitted it out "OH GOD!" he yelled at the top of his voice. He dropped the glass on the table and ran straight to the security office.

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"Greetings, sir" came the voice of Ensign Chandler as the Lieutenant rushed in. He almost pushed aside the Caitian, and stumbled as he continued to head for Lieutenant Sterner's office.

The desk was a mess. The Coffee mugs that had fueled his long absense of sleep lay all over the desk. "Ensign!" he shouted frantically "Can you give me a hand here?"

Ensign Chandler walked in. They had ten hours before Lieutenant Sterner would come in for his shift. And of course, Sterner might come in simply to sort things out. So in reality, Sterner could be coming right at that moment.

"Ensign, make sure NO ONE enters this room .... I've got some clearing up to do..." ordered the Lieutenant. The Ensign shrugged.

Hutchcraft feeded the replicator his empty coffee mugs, and put away the various PADDs that he kept his reports on. Spilt coffee was mopped up with some clothing Hutchcraft had taken from his own quarters. Chairs were neatened, and made to look perfect. Hutchcraft made sure that there was not a single speck of dust left in the office.

"Sir .... is everything alright?" asked Chandler. The Ensign looked towards Hutchcraft in an odd way. How could an Assistant Chief let his commanding officer's desk get so messy?

Hutchcraft checked the now tidy desk, and the area around it, for any mess. "It is now ... continue with your duties, Ensign"

With that Hutchcraft laughed to himself, and headed out of Security for his last hour off-duty.

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Hutchcraft decided there and then that he was going to put his biggest effort into getting the Chief Engineer position. Serving as his own boss for the last week had been an exciting experience, one that Hutchcraft desired to live through as a regular job.

He neatened himself up, and headed for the bridge. It was still Commander Jamson's shift. In order to gain the position, he would need to talk to the Commander about it.

He arrived at the bridge, and almost instantly gained the attention of Commander Jamson. "Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" asked the Commander.

"Sir, I hear the Chief Engineering post is open" Lieutenant Hutchcraft asked in his most polite tone. "I'm asking to apply for the position"

Commander Jamson nodded "Do you really feel up to it, Lieutenant. You'll need to first pass a further examination prooving you are worthy of the task" he then queried.

The Assistnant Chief Security officer smiled "Yes sir, I do believe I am up to the challenge"

Jamson nodded "Then prepare yourself. In 24 hours, we shall begin your examination. Meet me in Engineering during Gamma Shift. Inform Lt Sterner that you'll not be able to appear for duty"

With that, Hutchcraft nodded, and made his way for Sterner's quarters to discuss his possible new position.

Captain Elitia, USS Sovereign
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Commanding Officer of the USS Sovereign Sim
Lt.Hutchcraft, Assistant Chief of Security, USS Galaxy
Lt.SSA, Android Chief Tactical, USS St.Louis

[Sorry Paran, you can't go in there. Hutchcraft's orders.]

"Any reason why?"

[Well, I believe he's trying to clean up before Lt. Sterner finds his coffee cups.]

Paran looked a little surprised at first, then remembered all the coffee Hutchcraft had been drinking these last few weeks and nodded.

"Well, thanks. I was just wondering if there was anything needing doing?"

[Actually, there is. Lt. Ti needs to be told of Lt. Casey's arrival in sickbay. He's ill I believe.] Chandler handed the other Ensign a PADD.

"Right, thanks. No problem."

Ensign Paran headed for Lt. Ti's quarters and sounded the door chimes. Behind the door came the muffled sob that sounded like [Enter]. Paran entered the quarters. Inside, he found a small, red faced Bajoran who had been crying. Paran was a little nervous as to how to react.

"Errmm. Sorry to bother you Lieutenant, but Lt. Casey has been taken to sickbay. He.." Paran looked at the PADD, " errm, he's taken a stimulant, that he is allergic to. It... errrmm.. didn't agree with him."

Lt. Ti waited for him to finish, then nodded slightly. Ensign Paran placed the PADD on the bed and rapidly exited. Thinking outside, ~~Whatever it is, I don't think I want to know.~~

Ensign Paran Chanor
USS Galaxy
Informing Lt. Ti.

As she materialized on the small side street of ta'Valsh's residential district, Shanika took a deep breath of the hot, thin air. It was good to be home. This was definitely her home, more than any other. She had only very vague memories of anything before it. A bright light, the face of a beautiful Rihanha woman (her birth mother?), cold, hunger, angry voices. Then here. Two quiet ones staring down at her curiously. Warm, comforting arms again. Another mother to replace the one that was lost. Shanika sometimes reflected on what her life would have been like if she had not been kidnapped and dropped off here. But it was illogical to live in a present that would never be.

She walked underneath the vine-covered arch which bordered the outer garden of her family's dwelling. Almost instantly, as she had anticipated, she was assailed by a flying wall of fur. The sehlat growled and snuffled affectionately as Shanika scratched behind its ears, then finally consented to take its paws off her shoulders.

"Greetings, my daughter. We are honored by your visit."

Shanika looked up from her pet. There stood her father, Zorek, looking just as she had always remembered him.

"I, too, Father. Although I fear it will be only for a short time."

"Then we must make use of the time we do have. Your mother and I are quite eager to hear of your adventures."

***Later***

After listening to tales of Ferengi, fake admirals, trilithium T-resin, and Tyrell complexes, it was all T'Aria and Zorek could do to keep their eyebrows from shooting into orbit.

"It sounds as though your new assignment suits you well." T'Aria said, her pride just barely showing in her eyes.

"Yes, I am already enjoying it very much." Shanika replied, staring off a bit dreamily into space.

"Something has happened to Deiran. He's been rushed to sickbay." The news hit her like a ton of brick. No, he couldn't leave her. It just wasn't fair. She felt like she was going to pass out. Her knees buckled when she tried to walk out.

"Hold on. You okay?" Blair helped her to sit.

"Miran? What happened?" He crouched in front of her looking worried.

"Deiran.....He proposed.....*SOB*.. I ran. I was scared.." Miran told him what happened in between sobs. A stray thought about her showing her true emotions passed through her again. She choked back the rest of her tears. Deiran wouldn't like to see her like this.

"I see. Do you want me to escort you to sickbay?" Miran shook her head.

"No, I can do." Troy then got up and left. She went in and washed her face trying to hide her crying. She then left to see Deiran.

She was greeted by the doctor as she walked in.

"He's sedated. I can wake him if you want to talk to him."

"No, do not wake him." Deiran laid there on the bed. He was pale but peaceful looking as he laid there. Both love and fear filled her heart at the sight of him. She came up closer. She lightly kissed him on his forehead.

"I am so sorry," she whispered. She turned and left.

Vulcan tradition had considered it illogical to have a funeral when no proof of death was available. So this ceremony provided that sense of finality to Shtik and his family regarding his fathers death. Raised among humans, Shtik found the emotional control of the vulcans slightly unnerving. D'tarna's presence was allowed and her emotional outpouring helped Shtik vent some of his own pent up emotions. Even his grandmother, now Admiral Saavik, had let her stoic facade crumble slightly.

Shtik turned at the sound of the conference room door to see a rather bedraggled captain enter.

"'Morning, mate. You're back a bit early." Capt. Price's voice sounded drained of all emotion. Not in the controlled way of a vulcan, but as if it had been all drained out over the night. "How was your father's Katra ceremony?"

"As well as can be expected." Shtik raised an eyebrow, "And did your personal business go well, sir?" The captain shrugged and allowed a small smile.

"Also about as well as can be expected. So what did you want to see me about, Shtik?"

"I have decided to request a transfer off the ship, Captain." Shtik stated. The captain sat down as this news hit him. It seemed as though he was loosing all his officers lately.

"What prompted this, mate?"

"As you know, Captain, I did not have a real opportunity to spend time with my father before he died. And although this resent experience has allowed me an opportunity to reconsile that situation, it would be illogical to miss those same opportunities with my remaining family. Staying here will also allow me to commune with my fathers Katra in the hall of thought for a while." Shtik handed the captain a PADD containing a letter from the new admiral. "My grandmother has offered me a position on her staff which would allow me to remain here on Vulcan." Price looked up and locked eyes with the Lieutenant, thinking about his night with Captain Shoak. Price stood and placed a hand on the science officer's shoulder.

"I understand, mate."

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NRPG: Sorry everyone, but in a couple of days I'm going to graduate college and loose my computer access. I've tried to find alternatives, but this just seemed like the best time to bow out of the sim.

The Galaxy has become somewhat of a home away from home for me. It's been a great diversion from the stresses of thesis and a fun outlet of creativity. I also feel very fortunate to have met and interacted with all of you. I feel like I really have served with the best crew in starfleet.

I'm seriously hoping that in the near future I'll get a computer of my own and be able to look all of you up again and get back into this great pass time. I wish you all the best of luck. Thank you.

Mark Mekkes
aka Lt. Shtik

Deiran never saw the hypospray coming. But the last thing on his mind was his fear of sickbay. That hypospray put him in a dream state that he would be under for two days.

*** USS Glory, Captain’s Quarters, 2360 ***

The red alert was sounding all over the ship. People were running in panic. Seven year old Deiran and his little sister, Alex, who was four at the time were clinging to each other like they had glue pasted on their shirts. Alexa was crying. Deiran was doing his best to comfort his sister and at the same time control his own fear.

The ship seemed to rock like a boat on the open sea in the middle of a terrible hurricane. Even on deck 8, the explosions outside the ship could be heard. With each bang, Alexa would let out a shriek of terror.

The most recent jolt started a fire in the captain’s quarters. His father wouldn’t be happy about that. Thomas Casey was tough. And vindictive to his enemies. He fought hard, knowing he had to win, his family was on this ship, his life, everything that meant anything to him was on this ship. And no rebel Cilarrian ship was going to tear that away from him. Deiran knew his father would get them out of this, he also knew he had to get his sister out of these quarters, just in case that fire spread.

The first thought Deiran had was go to his mother in sickbay. There he would be safe.

Deiran didn’t bother to tell Alexa his idea and he pulled her up off the bed and to her feet. He held her hand as tightly as he could. He’d rather hurt her hand than lose her on the way to sickbay.

In the corridors the air was frantic with panic. Security was running through the halls, engineers and science officers were fixing components of the ship trying to keep the Glory together. Civilians were running to the evacuation pods just in case the Glory wouldn’t make it.

And through the chaos, Deiran and Alexa, struggled to make their way to their mother.

It wasn’t easy but they did arrive. When they entered sickbay Deiran couldn’t believe his eyes. People in the beds were moaning and groaning. Arms were falling off as the patients laid in their beds, dying from the disease the Cilarrians called Kumpa Sira or The Eraser syndrome, was the closest English translation. The scene was one of complete terror, like someone with an ax went through sickbay and chopped people’s limbs off their bodies. But, no one was doing that except a terrible disease that was rotting the Cilarrians’ bodies at an alarming rate.

Deiran was brought out of his shock, when he heard his mother’s voice screaming at him to leave. Deiran kept his hand over his sisters eyes as he answered his mother, "We can’t mom, our home is on fire!"

Deiran’s mother replied, "Go into my office, do not come out for anything, do you hear me?"

"Yes, mom."

"Keep your sister calm, Deiran." Allison did not have time to make sure her children did as they were told she was trying to keep her patients in one piece. Deiran looked back to reply and watched as a Cilarrian's leg fell from his body. As that happened, the ship rocked again, this time the blast started a fire in sickbay. Security had it out almost immediately but, the shock of what was happening had already effected Deiran. He would never forget the foul stench that permeated the room.

He dragged his sister into their mother’s office, huddled together underneath her desk until it was safe to come out. It was a day before they ever saw their mother. Deiran throughout this time, could hear the moaning, the cries of anguish, like some horror movie depicting the eternally damned souls in the pits of hell. The shrieks of pain shot from Deiran’s hear drums to his heart. He put his hands to his ears, covering them, pressing as hard as he could, but the terrible cries would not dissipate.

It was a night that would stay with Deiran for the rest of his life.

As Deiran laid on his bed in the Galaxy’s sickbay this horrifying event replayed in his consciousness over and over, tormenting him for the next two days.

*** Deiran’s quarters, Two days after his ‘accident’ ***

Deiran felt great. He didn’t have anything against doctors, his own mother was the best doctor in the world, but he hated sickbay. He could still see the mangled bodies in his mind’s eye. Every time the word sickbay was brought up he would see this in his head. But, he was tougher now than he was as a child. He just ran away from doctors when they tried to take him to sickbay. It was the only way he could get the scenes of macabre out of his head.

He did accomplish this after awhile as he sat at his desk and concentrated on Miran. He loved her so much but wanted her to commit to him. He had never loved any other woman so much in his life. He would rather relive his childhood experience of the Kumpa Sira than live without Miran. He needed her. But how would he convince her to accept his proposal.

And like the sun rising in the morning, an idea came to him that would not fail. But, then another idea came. While this flood of ideas came, he was reading through his messages. All of them were: get well soon, glad you survived, hope to see you back on your feet soon and other messages that were similar. But, nothing from Miran. Why was she doing this?

He decided to confront her. It was Alpha Shift and if he wanted to confront her he would have to go to the Bridge.

"Computer, locate Captain Price."

The computer replied,[Captain Price is currently in his ready room]

"Lt. Casey to Captain Price," Deiran said after tapping his comm badge. [Captain Price here Lieutenant, glad to hear your doing fine, what can I do for you?]

"Captain I know that this is against regulation, but would you allow Lieutenant Ti to take a break?"

[Lieutenant I would like to help you, but I have a ship to run. But, you may visit her on the Bridge if you like for several minutes.]

"Thank you Captain, I will do that."

[No problem Lieutenant, glad I could help you. Price out.] The Captain suspected what Deiran would do, knowing how tenacious he was.

Deiran sat at his desk. He walked to his mirror, made sure he looked his best. Put, the engagement ring in his pocket and started for the bridge.

*** Main Bridge ***

The turbolift doors opened revealing a busy Bridge. Troy was at Tactical and Lt.Commander Coe was in the first officer’s chair. Deiran wondered about that, but couldn’t derail his thinking. Deiran was determined, his thoughts on one purpose and nothing was going to stop him from accomplishing what he set out to do at this moment.

He walked down the ramp. He saw the back of Miran’s head. She couldn’t run off the Bridge while on duty. She was stuck. She was either going to accept his proposal or turn him down. But, he would have an answer!

Her hair was up in a typical Starfleet bun. That in itself made his body shiver with butterflies and passion. As Deiran walked to the helm, the entire bridge crew stopped and stared at Deiran.

He tapped her on the shoulder, went to his knee, pulled out the ring and began,"Miran, I love you with all of my heart. I will not give up. I know you love me. I know your scared of losing me. But, I’m even more scared, trying to live a life without you. Your running and I’m beginning to know how you feel. When you run, you make me feel like you do about losing Robert. I can’t change that. But, just because you love doesn’t mean you lose those you love. I will not leave you! I will not die on you. I’m tough and I’m going to live for as long as the Creator will allow! But, I need you. Please Miran, don’t reject my love out of fear, accept me, accept my proposal and spend the rest of your life loving me."

Deiran looked into her eyes. Now resembling pools, her face was red from crying. But she had a smile on her face. She had not seen him since he’d left sickbay and she was overjoyed that he survived.

"Miran, please, would you marry me?"

Deiran opened the velvet box, revealing the beautiful, huge, engagement ring and waited for her answer. There was no fear, he had forgotten about the last time he had asked her, he had forgotten about how much it took for him to ask. He didn’t care. It was all in the past. He waited for her words to flow from her beautiful mouth.

"But I don't understand Captain. Aren't you happy with my service to the ship?" Commander Jamson was a bit razzed after Captain Price told him that he had been reassigned by Starfleet Command.

"Didn't say that 'mate. But orders are orders." Captain Price said as he held out a padd for Jamson to inspect.

The Klingon raised officer was feeling a jumble of emotions. Uneasiness, sadness, anger, dismay. He turned the padd around and tried to focus as he began reading the orders.

Captain Price looked at the officer and gave a slight grin as he reached into his ready room desk.

Jamson finally got to the part Lee was waiting for. "Captain!?" Jamson looked up in shock as he began to read part of the order out loud.

"...therefore, by order of Starfleet command, effective upon arrival Captain Michael Jamson will assume command of the USS Ranger as her Commanding Officer."

"I thought that part might interest you 'mate." Lee placed a shinny gold pip on the desk. "Go on, pick it up. You're not going to pull a 'Riker' now, are you?"

Jamson grinned. His knees went weak. This was totally unexpected. "No Sir!" Michael picked up the pip and attached it to his turtleneck tunic.

"Look's perfect 'mate." Lee said as he began to get up. Reaching for Jamson's hand, "Congratulations Captain Jamson."

"Thank you sir."

"It's just Captain now 'mate." Lee said with a wink.

"Right Captain!" Jamson began rereading the orders, he still couldn't believe it. Finally he looked back up to Captain Price.

"What happened to Captain Mathers?"

"I believe he's retiring. He recommended you for his replacement."

"But what about Commander Patterson? Why isn't he taking command of the Ranger?"

Lee grinned. "You don't sound like you want to have your own command Jamson. Are you sure you haven't been talking with Riker?" After a pause, Lee answered, "Patterson will be busy with his own command at Starbase 43."

Jamson nodded. "Well,... I see."

"It's been a pleasure having you on board 'mate. I know you'll make a fine Commanding officer."

"Thank you sir... Captain." Michael said with a smile.

"Okay then. You'd best get packed. We will arrive at Starbase 123 within the hour. The USS Ranger is already docked and waiting."

It was all happening so fast. Jamson just nodded. As he turned and exited the Captain's ready room, Lee smiled at him. In a way, Jamson's unexpected promotion reminded Lee of his own career. He was happy being the Galaxy's Executive Officer. Then Captain Shoak was diagnosed with Bendii Syndrome. Before he knew it, he was Captain of the Galaxy, and his friend and mentor had retired from Starfleet and returned to Vulcan.

**** Transporter room three ****

Several dozen of Jamson's closest friends from the Galaxy stood in two lines as the new Captain entered the room. Looking at Michael's face, the emotion could plainly be seen. This was a cross roads for the Starfleet officer. While he loved and cherished his time on board the Galaxy, he knew that other adventures lay ahead of him on his own Starship, under his command.

The attention tones of a ceremonial whistle rang out and all of the officers stood to attention. Slowly Jamson walked down the gauntlet, looking at the faces of his Galaxy family. By the time he reached the transporter pad, a small tear could be seen welled up in his eye.

Jamson turned around, standing on the pad and faced the crowd of officers that had come to see him off. Clearing his voice, he glanced at Captain Price.

"Request permission to depart Captain."

Lee looked at his First officer, now a Captain, preparing to go and begin a command of his own. "Permission granted Captain Jamson." He said with a grin. Then, after a pause added, "You take care 'mate."

Jamson felt a lump form in his throat as he realized this would be the last time he'd hear Captain Price's Australian accent as a crewman on the USS Galaxy. He thought of responding, but the words escaped him. Instead, he gave the Captain a personal nod.

Captain Price could tell Jamson was getting emotional. He himself felt bad for loosing one of his trusted officers, yet at the same time, glad for Jamson and his career.

"Chief Jensen, do it 'mate. Energize."

The Chief activated the transporter, and Captain Jamson shimmered off of the USS Galaxy.

Captain Price looked around at all of the officers that had managed to attend the improvo send off. "Thank you for all coming 'mates. Dismissed."

Slowly everyone piled out of the room, returning to their various duties on board the Galaxy. Captain Price headed back to his office. The departure of Jamson had left a void in the command structure of the Starship, which was something Lee intended to address directly.

Troy had just finished what seemed to be a long and slight bit boring shift. Actually, to most Tactical Officers if there wasn't a battle while they're on duty, then the day was boring. He just sat down at the small table, with a cup of Vulcan Tea, when his comm badge chirped. It was the Captain.

{Lieutenant Blair, please report ta my ready room.}

"I'm on my way sir"

With a quick side trip to the replicator to get rid of the tea, Troy was on his way.

*** Ready Room ***

Troy stood at the door, straightening his uniform, before he hit the door chime. Once he stepped inside, he found the Captain sitting behind his desk while Commander Coe, and Jamson sat across the desk from him.

"Ahh...Welcome Lieutenant." said the Captain.

"Thank you sir." Troy replied as took a seat in the only remaining chair.

"Troy, I called you here ta take care of some business. I don't know if you've heard, but Commander Jamson has been promoted ta Captain and given his own command. Because of this, I promoted Coe ta full Commander and XO. Which leaves us ta you......" Troy tried to fight off the smile that was trying to form, but he couldn't win, "Chief Tactical is left open, and I need a good officer to handle the position. Do you think you can handle the responsibility?"

"Yes sir, I know I can sir."

"Well then, congratulations. Oh, there's one more thing..." Troy watched as the Captain reached into one of the drawers on his desk. "I've also decided to promote you to full Lieutenant." Price said as he handed Troy a solid pip.

"Thank you sir. I won't let you down." Troy replied as the Captain smiled at him.

"Well Troy, I knew someday you'd make Chief Tactical. Just didn't think it would be so soon!" Commander Coe said as he and Troy shook hands.

"Neither did I. And Congratulations on your promotion as well. XO, before you know it I'll have that job too!" Troy said.

"Never know" Coe stated as he let out a slight chuckle.

Troy then turned to Jamson. "What ship did they give you Comm.....er Captain?"

"The USS Ranger" Jamson replied.

"The Ranger?" Troy's face lit up, "I have a cousin on that ship, Janet Blair, she's Chief Science Officer."

"Another Blair huh? I leave one, only to command another!" Jamson exclaimed. Everyone else laughed.

"You won't have to worry about her. She's a bookworm and usually keeps to herself. I loved teasing her when we were little about that. Tell her I said hi."

"Will do, Troy."

"Well gentlemen if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to Ten Forward for some celebrating. And thanks again Captain" Troy smiled.

"Your welcome Troy. Don't stay out too late." Price replied.

As soon as Troy stepped out of the ready room, he replaced the hollow pip with his new one and headed to Ten Forward.

*** Ten Forward ***

When Troy got to Ten Forward he ordered a bottle of champagne and walked over to the table Ronni and K'arta were sitting at.

"Hey losers." Troy said as he sat down.

"Lunatic" They both replied in unison.

"What's the champagne for?" K'arta asked.

Troy adjusted his neck so they could see his new pip.

"Ohhh...Lieutenant, isn't that just great." K'arta's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Not just that...I've also been promoted to Chief Tactical" Troy said with a cocky tone.

"Well; this ship is doomed. I'm transferring while I can, you with me K'arta?" Ronni stated with a smile.

"Yup, there's no way I'm going to die in battle with Troy."

"Hey, I heard they need some people to scrub toilets at Starfleet Academy. You two are prime candidates for the job!" Troy exclaimed.

Troy poured three glasses of champagne and sat them on the table. The three began to talk for hours, they cracked jokes at each other, drank a little, ate a little, and were having a good time. It was at this point that Troy noticed Deiran enter Ten Forward with a troubled look on his face. Just before he could walk out, Troy excused himself and ran up to Deiran.

"Hey Deiran! Wait up! We’re ya going?" Troy asked.

"I decided to turn in, it’s been a long day," Deiran said as melancholy as Troy had ever seen him. As they stood in the doorway Ensign Mohler walked up behind them.

"Lieutenant’s, good to see you," Mohler smiled and past them on his way to the bar.

"What’s wrong Deiran?" Troy asked, sensing that something was wrong..

"I’m just tired, I’ll see you later. Have a good time tormenting Ronni and K’arta."

Deiran said that last sentence as he walked off and headed toward the turbolift.

Deiran heard Troy respond, "I live to torment them," Troy’s laugh trailed off as Deiran continued down the corridor. With that, Troy turned around and went back to the table.

"What's wrong with him?" Ronni asked.

"I don't know, he didn't tell me" Troy said.

Troy talked with K'arta and Ronni some more, but he was bothered by Deiran's mood. Something was wrong, and he wasn't saying anything. Which can be pretty bad for ones health, and knowing how much Deiran hates sickbay that wouldn't be good. Troy excused himself from Ronni and K'arta, one last time, to search for Deiran.

"Computer, locate Lieutenant Deiran Casey."

{Lieutenant Casey is in the Crew Lounge on Deck 3}

Just as Troy made it to the lounge, he saw two security officers carrying Deiran off into the direction of sickbay. Troy quickly entered the lounge to find out what was going on.

"Hey, what happened the Lieutenant?" Troy asked.

"I don't know, he ordered that green drink and then passed out." a Warrant Officer answered.

Troy walked up to the glass, picked it up and examined it. It wasn't anything he had seen before, there was no way he was going to taste it, so he decided to atleast smell it. Holding the glass up to his nose, Troy took in a deep breath. Instantly a burning sensation ran up his nostrils causing him to drop the glass and clinch his nose.

"AHHH! What is that vile stuff?!?!?! Is it some kind of drink Cardassians use to torture people?!? I think my nose hairs are singed!" It was then that Troy noticed that the few people in the lounge were laughing at him. He stood up straight, fixed his uniform, and casually walked out of the lounge before he clinched his nose again and bent over. While Troy was slouched over, cursing the green stuff, he thought Miran probably didn't know what happened to Deiran. He quickly got up and ran to Ti's quarters.

When Ti answered the door her eyes were red and puffy, she had obviously been crying. It was then that he figured something must have happened between her and Deiran. She laughed slightly when she saw Troy standing there clinching his nose.

"Something's happened to Deiran, he's been rushed to sickbay."

A look of horror came over Ti's face, she looked as if she had been told someone died. Without saying a single word, she bolted out of her quarters at a full sprint, knocking Troy down causing him to hit his head on the floor. She was out of sight before anyone could blink their eyes. Slowly getting up, Troy headed toward sickbay clinching his nose, AND holding the back of his head.

Lieutenant Troy Blair,
Chief Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

"You know, " said Ronni, "I know the perfect thing for him, to show him how much we care."

K'arta laughed and agreed to follow with the plan.

The next day, Ronni waited until Troy left his quarters for his shift. She then set the computer so that it read that she was asleep in her room and that it was blind to her otherwise. She then did a hidden site to site transport into Troy's room. With gloves on, she then had all of his pants shortened by 2", all of his shirts shrunk by one size, and his underclothes all shrunk by two sizes. She even had his shoes replaced by shoes one size smaller. Just for fun, she short sheeted his bed. She then transported back to her quarters. She masked all traces of anybody being in Troy's room. She then arranged to have his morning drink, whatever it was that he ordered, made really, really sweet ("Just like him!" she told K'arta). A note was set to appear too saying "Kilroy was here!" Ronni went to sleep with a happy heart.

Troy came walking into sickbay gingerly, still clinching his nose and holding the back of his head. He glanced around for Dr. Rousseau, who was attending to Deiran. With a slight clearing of his throat he got the doctors attention, she motioned for him to sit on a bio bed while she finished with Casey. After a few minutes she came to check on Troy.

"What happened to you?" Rousseau asked as she scanned the back of his head with a tricorder.

"I fell down" replied Troy.

"You hit the back of your head, and hit your nose? What did you do run into a wall?"

"Uh...well not exactly."

"You got a nasty bump on the back of your head, but you'll be ok. Except for maybe a headache Now what did you do to your nose?"

Troy hesitated, he didn't want to tell the doctor what he did. But, by the way she stood there tapping her finger on the bio bed, he knew he didn't have a choice.

"Uh...well....you know that...uh...drink Deiran. had...uh...I...uh...sort...uh...smelled it" Troy turned his head away and down from Rousseau hoping she didn't hear him.

"You what?!? Troy Blair, am I going to have to hold you in here for a few days for mental incompetence?" Rousseau's look resembled that of a Klingon warrior about to set foot into battle. "You saw what it did to Deiran, so you decided to smell it? What made you do a thing like that?!?"

"I didn't think it would burn my nose. That stuff is deadly, you can power a starship using it as fuel." Troy said as Rousseau grabbed some medical device and began to heal his nose.

"Well, that should fix it. From now on don't go smelling some foreign drink. Is that clear?" The doctor was practically burning holes in the back of his head, with the intense stare she was giving him.

"Perfectly clear ma'am" Troy hopped off the bed. With a glance in Deiran's direction, Troy was headed out of sickbay.

*** Next Day ***

After spending 45 minutes re-replicating his clothes to the sizes they originally were, thanks to some character calling themself "Kilroy", Troy sat down to a cup of Vulcan tea. He sat back in his most comfortable chair and took a sip. The strong sweet taste caused him to practically gag on the liquid.

"Computer, what is the sugar content of my Vulcan Tea?"

{Sugar content is 150%}

"150 percent?!? Computer, set sugar content to original setting."

{Affirmative...Done}

Troy didn't know who this Kilroy was, his two prime suspects were both in their respective quarters asleep, but he was going to find out. He was on his way to Ten Forward to ask some questions, when the door chime chirped.

"Enter" Troy said aloud. The door slid open to reveal Commander Coe

"Well Lieutenant, I hope you got some rest. You've got some moving to do!" Coe stated with a smile.

Lieutenant Troy Blair
Chief Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

Christopher sat down at an empty table. He didn't see anybody he knew from the skiing trip. He sighed and looked out at space. Space had always been like home to him. It had never felt as dark, big or empty as it did now.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" someone asked.

Christopher turned his head to see an old man. He realized it was a waiter. After a short pause, where Christopher was just staring at him, the waiter once again asked him if there was anything he would want to order.

"Yeah, I'll have... a... ehm, a... Is it okey if I just sit here?" Christopher felt like an idiot.

"Sure", the old man said, clearly recognizing the signs of loneliness. He left the Cadet at the table by himself.

Once again Christopher returned to looking at the dark space. It did feel very dark and didn't cheer him up the way it usualy did.

After about a an hour the old man came back.

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" he asked.

"I'm sure", Christopher answered without looking at the man.

After a minute or so, he realized that the man had pulled up a chair to his table and was sitting there watching him. Christopher gave him a questioning look. He didn't say anything, though.

After a while the old started to speak.

"It's a normal problem", he said. "Especially when you're new on a ship."

"Huh? What's a normal problem?", Christopher asked.

The old man looked as if the young Star Fleet officer had just asked him what a starship was.

"To be lonely, of course!" he answered.

"I'm not lon...", Christopher started to protest. He soon realized it was quite obvius that he was lonely; he had been sitting here alone for more then an hour. The Cadet didn't like this situation. "I gotta go", he said. And in an attempt to sound friendly added: "Thanks for your help." He stod up to leave.

The old man grabbed Christopher's arm. Christopher turned to look at him. The old man looked very serious when he said: "It's easy to look at the dark space around the stars, when one is lonely. Don't you forget to look at the shining stars, to!" Then he let go of Christopher. The Cadet left Ten-Forward in deep thought.

Many changes had taken place on the USS Galaxy in the course of the last several days. Captain Price sat in his ready room adjusting the Starfleet records to account for the changes.

Having already seen Captain Jamson off, and welcoming Commander Coe into his new position, Lee turned his attentions to other areas of the ship.

Coe's move necessitated the need to make Lieutenant Blair Chief Tactical officer. That was expected. What wasn't expected was the departure of several other key personnel, and the arrival of a many more once Starbase 123 was reached. Captain Price read through the manifest of scheduled departures for this crew rotation. Kane, Dassaut, Wilnom, Scott, Helms, Lon. Some of them the Captain knew personally. Their departure would leave gaps in the Galaxy's crew that would need to be filled quickly.

Lee put down the padd and leaned back in his leather chair. His thoughts turned to three more officers from his senior staff. Mr. Shtik, after returning from the planet Vulcan had requested a leave of absence. That would leave Lieutenant Mitchell as the Chief Science officer. Lieutenant Commander T'Lein had also requested a leave of absence to Vulcan. Some family business concerning his mother. In the Vulcan officer's absence, Lieutenant Casey would act as Chief of Operations, something the Captain knew Casey would enjoy doing. "I only hope I can convince him to give it up when T'Lein returns from his leave" the Captain thought.

The last senior staff member to depart was the Captain's long time friend, Counselor Shivok. The half Vulcan, half Betazoid officer had spoken with the Captain in private when he announced his intention to resign from Starfleet Command...

*****

"Am I disturbing you Captain?"

Lee looked up from his padd. Counselor Shivok stood before him waiting patiently for his response.

"Of course not Mr. Shivok." Lee said as he placed the padd aside. "What can I do for you 'mate?"

Shivok's expression looked troubled. Not overly so, but Captain Price had learned how to read the Counselor over these many months. He knew something was bothering him.

"Yes Captain, I wish to tender my resignation from Starfleet Command." Shivok's tone was neutral. Totally devoid of any emotion as he handed a padd to the Captain.

Lee was shocked. "What is this about Mister Shivok? I thought you were happy here on the Galaxy 'mate?"

Shivok gave a tiny nod. "I have been Captain. It is a fine ship and has an excellent crew."

Lee looked up from the padd. "Then why are you leaving 'mate?"

Shivok paused for a long moment as he looked at the Captain. Lee could realize this was a hard decision for the Counselor. And in this case, being half Betazoid was not making things easier on Shivok.

"I feel that it is time that I moved on Sir. There are still many things I wish to accomplish with the remainder of my life. To do so will require that I leave Starfleet."

Lee leaned back in his chair and looked at Mr. Shivok for a moment. He'd miss his Chief Counselor, and his close friend. He could tell that it just as hard for Shivok to say goodbye, as it was for him to hear it.

"Where will you go 'mate? Have you got any plans?"

"I will start with my family on Vulcan. There are many things I wish to resolve there before moving on to continue my work as a teacher."

Lee nodded, "I understand. I will miss you Shivok."

"As I will miss you Captain." After another pause, Shivok added, "On the next page of my resignation letter I have listed the name of a Counselor that I believe would be an excellent replacement."

Lee advanced the padd until he found the entry. "I see. You've included the Counselor's service record as well. I will take it under advisement."

"Thank you Captain. It has been a pleasure serving under your command."

Captain Price grinned. "Actually Mr. Shivok, the pleasure has been all mine 'mate." Lee stood up and shook the Counselor's hand warmly, like a friend. "I'll miss you Shivok."

"As I will miss you Captain Price." Shivok raised his hand in a Vulcan salute. "Peace, and long life Captain."

Lee struggled to make the same gesture with his own hand. "Live long and prosper Mister Shivok."

With that the Counselor turned, and left.

*****

Captain Price shook himself out of his day dream and focused on the present task at hand. Reaching for his comm badge, Lee taps it.

"Captain Price to Ops."

After a pause, the Benzite, Trinker responded. ["Ensign Trinker here Captain."]

"Ensign, have we been cleared to dock at Starbase 123 yet?"

["Yes Sir. Ensign Jiron was about to prepare for docking maneuvers."]

"Excellent. Have him proceed. Inform me when we are docked. We have a number of new crewmen coming on board. Also, please advise those departing from the Galaxy to ready their personal belongings. We won't be staying at Starbase 123 for very long. It's a long way to Station Beta Two."

["Aye Sir. will do."]

"Price out." Lee tapped his badge again to close the channel. He then walked over to the replicator and ordered a cup of Bajoran coffee with cream. Taking the cup, he carried it over to the observation window and stood there, stirring the coffee as he gazed out the giant portal at the Starbase. Lee watched as the Starship began getting into position. He wasn't surprised when two tones rang out.

"Price here."

["Captain, Commander Coe here. We are ready for docking sir. I thought you'd want to know..."]

Lee took another sip of his coffee. Starfleet regulations specified that docking a Starship required the Commanding officer's presence on the bridge. It was a good regulation, however Lee always preferred to watch the docking maneuver from the unrestricted view of an observation window.

"'ave you ever docked a Starship before 'mate?"

Coe looked around at the rest of the bridge crew. He wasn't expecting to be quizzed. He also didn't want to look bad his first day as Executive Officer. "I have done dozens of simulated dockings on a variety of space platforms Captain."

Lee smiled. It was a politically correct way of saying "No". Coe was going to make an excellent number one.

"Well then, I see the Galaxy is in good hands then. I'll just watch the docking from here while I finish my coffee then 'mate. Carry on." As the Captain finished, he purposely took a big sip of coffee, slurping slightly before closing the channel.

Sitting back in his chair finishing his coffee, Lee gazed out the portal and watched as the Galaxy began slowly approaching the Starbase. After several corrections and adjustments, the USS Galaxy mated up for a perfect docking sequence. He only wished he could have seen the look on Commander Coe's face.

Chanor headed down to ten forward, where upon entering, he scanned the room and not finding him, was turning to leave when he spotted a waiter talking to a starfleet Cadet. The cadet must have been Cadet Campbell. He overheard the end of the conversation about him being lonely and approached him as he turned to go.

"Err. Cadet, how are you?"

Christopher looked at him very strangely as though he'd asked him a personal question. Chanor winced slightly. He hated doing this, but he knew his own experiences the first few weeks of being on board. Even now, he'd made few friends. Like it or not, he was going to have to try.

[I'm fine sir. Is there a problem in security?]

"Well, no Cadet, just, well, I overheard you talking, and well......" he was finding it hard to say this, but he got it out eventually, "I'm fairly new here myself. I'm trying to find Lt. Hutchcraft, I though he might be here. Perhaps you'd like to help me find him?"

[Well, okay yes.] Cadet Campbell wasn't sure if this was a deliberate attempt at getting to know him. He knew, as probably did the Ensign, that they could ask the computer to locate Lt. Hutchcraft anytime. However, he decide to wait and see.

"Excellent, have you toured the ship yet?"

[Yes, actually.] Answer Christopher.

"Well, I haven't. I'm Ensign Paran Chanor by the way. Even if we don't find him, we can have a look round the other areas of the ship. Since you know the way, do you want to lead?"

Now Christopher knew what he was doing. Trying to make a friend. He agreed and the two set off down the corridor.

Ensign Paran Chanor
USS Galaxy

After talking it over with Ensign Shanika, T'Lein decided to inform the captain of his mother's request to return to Vulcan for a period of 3 months. Ensign Shanika had no major concerns with T'Lein's departure, but he could sense that she would miss his company. The two officers had became very close in the last few weeks. T'Lein informed Shanika that he would send her communiques (and vise versa) so that they would not lose contact with one another.

***En Route to Main Bridge***

On his way up to the bridge, T'Lein thought of the invitation his mother had forwarded to him. She had made a major discovery of an ancient shroud made during the time Vulcan was a place of hate and fury. Knowing T'Lein's strong interest in archaeology, l'Nal wanted him to come and work at her side for a few months...until they could decipher the writing on the worn out, decaying shroud and research into other areas pertaining to it. The conversation rushed through his and, before he knew it, he was on the main bridge.

***Captain's Ready Room***

When T'Lein entered Captain Price's ready room, he saw the captain reading over pads that held the names of many of the crew members who had put in for a leave from the Galaxy. T'Lein also noticed a pad with names of crew members from Station Beta 2 who wanted to be assigned to the Galaxy. T'Lein didn't feel that he should bother the captain at the time, but he knew he had to at that moment, because the Galaxy would be leaving for Starbase 123 soon. He started:

"Captain, I'm regret bothering at this time, but I must inform you that I had been invited by my mother to return to Vulcan to assist her with a discovery she has recently made. I have informed Lt.jg Casey of my leave and have gone over the necessary information to help ready him to assume the position as (temporary) Chief Operations Officer until my return."

Captain Price began, "Understood Lt. You are not the only senior officer leaving. Commander Shivok and Lt. Shtik are also leaving the Galaxy. I have begun preparations for their leave and I will start on yours as well. I hope you enjoy the time with your mother and I hope her discovery is one that will be beneficial to Vulcan."

T'Lein found that the captain wasted no time on the reports he was looking over while talking to him...he only raised his head from the desk one time. T'Lein decided to thank the captain so he could return to his quarters and pack as well as let the captain attend to his work. He concluded, "Thank you Captain. I will contact you before I depart the ship. Live long and prosper."

Captain Price repeated "Live long and prosper", and T'Lein exited his ready room, heading for his quarters to pack.

Lt. Stovok T'Lein
Chief Operations Officer
USS Galaxy NCC-70637

"Hey Deiran! Wait up! Where ya going?" Troy asked. K'arta was curious too. She wanted to know what was going on.

Troy excused himself and spoke to Deiran. He returned quickly with a worried look on his face. A little later Troy left to look for Deiran. Ronni and K'arta then began plotting their little "congratulations" for Troy. Both thought it was a grand idea to take him down a little before he assumed his new position.

K'arta was headed back to her quarters when she saw Miran walking aimlessly through the corridor. She stopped the Bajoran to find out what was wrong.

"Miran, are you okay?" K'arta asked, concerned for her friend.

Miran just shook her head and said something K'arta couldn't hear. K'arta moved to put an arm around her and guided the weeping woman to her quarters. Once there she gave Miran a tissue and moved to the replicator.

"Two cups of water, hot." The Klingon ordered. Two steaming cups appeared and K'arta took them. She sat them on the table in front of the couch where Miran was sitting. Then she pulled a box out of a cabinet. Into the cups she poured a heaping spoonful of a brown powder. She stirred them both, then handed one cup of the hot chocolate to Miran. The shy Bajoran smiled in thanks and sipped at her drink. K'arta waited for Miran to tell her what was wrong.

Ensign K'arta
Security Officer
USS Galaxy

Hutchcraft returned to his own quarters, which was a messy pad full of small musical gadgets and report PADDs. One thing was for sure, if he did get the position, he needed to clear up his room more often. A Chief Engineer needed to be respectable.

He moved his guitars back onto their stands, and placed his other instruments in a cabinet. He then stopped - if he did get the new position, wouldn't he be entitled to a new, larger set of quarters?

Hutchcraft had obtained some good papers on Engineering from Lt.Jg Chiron. He had been looking through them for a while. Information and Theory about almost every aspect of Engineering. Hutchcraft knew which papers he would not need to go into further study, and moved them to oneside.

More complicated material was what Hutchcraft was mainly focusing on. It was proving to be a more complex subject than Hutchcraft had originally thought it was.

He had been studying for three full hours now. He had around 6 hours before the exam started. He decided that he would take a break, and hence headed towards Ten Forward, yet again.

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Hutchcraft had decided, also, that he spent far too much time in Ten Forward, and not enough time training in the holodeck anymore. Still, the ambience in the room was good, an area where there was a significant amount of noise, but enough to distract a person's concentration. Hutchcraft ordered some orange juice, and continued through the papers given to him.

The waiter simply watched and laughed this time. The man infamous for mixing potentially dangerous drinks and getting through violently large amounts of whiskey was sitting down working. The waiter decided that he needed rest, and asked his boss, Liam Sketcher, for some time off.

Hutchcraft was entrenched in his studies. He was actually finding some of this information quite fascinating. As he studied, a familiar face appeared next to him.

"Congratulations, Andy!" came the voice of Lieutenant Paran. Andrew smiled. "I haven't got the job yet, Chanor. But thank you anyhow, and the same to you with your new position, Lieutenant"

Of course, Paran would be the new Assistant Chief for Gamma Shift. Hutchcraft felt pleased that such a fine officer would take his place.

"Have you met Cadet Campbell, Andrew?" asked the Bajoran. He pointed to the Cadet that stood next to him.

"Briefly... weren't you on the ski-trip, Cadet?" asked Hutchcraft

"Yes sir" replied Campbell.

"No need for the Sir, Mr.Campbell. You can just call me Andrew" returned Hutchcraft. He looked towards the PADD that sat at his table.

"Okay, Andrew" corrected the Cadet. "Well, we'll leave you to your work, Andrew" finalised Chanor "We're off to tour the ship."

With that, the officers departed from Hutchcraft. He looked around the rest of Ten Forward. Casey had entered the room for a few seconds, followed by Blair leaving the room almost straight after. He decided that studying for the exam would be a more appropriate thing to do than inquire what was going on.

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Gamma Shift. Hutchcraft's over-confidence had loosened it's grip on Hutchcraft. He was horribly nervous. He really wanted this position now. He walked towards the holodecks.

By the holodeck stood Commander Coe. Coe smiled "Here you are Hutchcraft, shall we begin?"

Hutchcraft looked at the Commander ... "Commander?" he muttered out loud.

Coe had a look of pride on him. Hutchcraft hadn't really known Coe very well, only encountering him during the battle with the Borg. However, if Hutchcraft got his new position, he would probably be working with this officer a lot more in the future.

The two officers enterred the Holodeck, and the examinations began. An assortment of practical and theoretical tasks. Fixing ships (Both Galaxy class and non-Galaxy class), working with new technology, building small devices, running Engineering during a small battle, doing various precedures, explaining how everyone worked, the list continued. It was a rather long examination, with Coe and Hutchcraft moving about the ship in order to fulfill different parts of the exam.

Once it had finally come to an end, both officers shoke hands. "I shall talk to the Captain about your performance, Lieutenant. You have done well."

With that, the officer left each other's company, and returned to either their appropriate duties, or in Hutchcraft's case, his bed.

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Lieutenant Hutchcraft woke up, remembering that the verdict to his application will be given today. He put on his tidiest uniform, shaved the hair from his face, and combed the now one inch tall hair. He smiled at himself as he saw his reflection in the mirror.

He checked everything around him. His junior quarters looked immaculate. This was like a fresh start for the officer.

Andrew walked with pride and confidence in his ability as he left his quarters and headed for the Captain's ready room. Both the Commander and the Captain will tell the still young officer exactly how he faired.

He entered the room and stood to attention. "Lieutenant Hutchcraft, Captain!"

Captain Elitia, USS Sovereign
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Lt.Hutchcraft, Acting Chief Engineer, USS Galaxy
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Joerg was still trying to keep up with the recent reports, when Lieutenant Quall entered the office, ready to start his shift.

"I'm sorry that I'm late sir." he said as he saw his superior still sitting at the desk.

"Never mind Lieutenant. I know it's hard to keep up with the duty after a vacation." Joerg tried to cheer him up.

"Thank you sir."

And after that Joerg and Ryan changed places and Joerg left for his quarters.

***************** Lieutenant Sterner's quarters *****************

Shortly after arriving at his own quarters, the door chimed.

"Come in." Joerg just stated and Lieutenant Hutchcraft entered the room.

"Hi Andy. What can I do for you?" Joerg greeted him friendly and gestured him to take a seat.

"Thank you sir." Andrew began, but was suddenly interrupted.

"We are not on duty right now. Don't you remember you can call me Joerg or even Joe if you like." Joerg explained to him.

"Thanks Joe." he said relieved. "I thought perhaps you didn't want to be called like that."

"No, it's quite ok. Now what is the problem with you Andy?"

"With the current situation in Engineering and my prior interest in that subject back at the Academy I thought it would be a good idea if I'd change to the Engineering section of the Galaxy." he tried to explain.

"For that I need to spend much learning and studying. Because of that I'm not available in the upcoming Gamma shift."

"Well, you probably have already informed that Captain about it, haven't you." Joerg asked.

"Yes, it was Commander Jamson, but he said it's okay as long as I inform you."

"Ok, but what about the Gamma Shift? Who should command it for you?"

"I thought about Ensign Paran. He did a good job while you were on vacation and he is a good officer. I think he could handle this job." Andrew replied.

"Ok, I'll contact him about his new position myself. Is there anything else you want me to ask?"

"Not exactly, but what are these swords all over your walls Joe?" Andrew asked after staring at them from the first time he entered the room.

"It's a hobby of mine. I collect those things and sometimes I even take them to the holodeck to train with them." Joerg tried to explain his passion for these ancient weapons.

"Come and take a look at them." he also added.

Andrew and Joerg both went to one of the walls, Joerg took one of the sword off the wall and gave it to Andrew. He also showed him some moves with the weapon. After examining almost every weapon in the room, Andrew had to leave.

"Sorry Joe, but I better start studying for the test."

"I wish you good luck, and hope to see you soon as the Chief of Engineering Andy."

After that Andrew left the quarters and Joerg had but one job to do before he fell into his bed.

"Sterner to Ensign Paran."

[Paran here sir.]

"Ensign, I have good news for you. In the upcoming Gamma shift you'll be temporarily in charge of security as Lieutenant Hutchcraft is preparing for his engineering exam. Can you handle this?"

[Yes, I think so sir. Thank you sir.]

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow morning after your shift to discuss your progress. Sterner out."

Before he fell asleep Joerg was thinking over the whole thing again, but soon was sleeping.

Lieutenant Joerg Sterner
Chief of Security - USS Galaxy NCC-70637

Captain Price was reviewing the crew manifest, finalizing the reassignments of the Galaxy crew transferring off of the Starship or taking leave with the personnel from Starbase 123 that were coming on board. While double checking the roster, the door chime to his ready room sang out.

"Enter." The Captain ordered.

Andrew entered the room and stood to attention. "Lieutenant Hutchcraft, Captain!"

Lee placed down the padds he had been reviewing, and reached for the one that Commander Coe, the Starship's new First Officer, had given him after last nights Engineering exam in holodeck one.

"Lieutenant. I trust you slept well 'mate?"

Hutchcraft continued standing at attention. The truth was he had gone to bed with that intention, but the anticipation of learning the results from his exam made it difficult to sleep. It seemed that he no sooner fell off, then the alarm chimed to awake him. He wasn't going to let the Captain know that however. Not now.

"Aye Sir. Like a baby Captain." Andrew grinned.

Lee nodded. "As you should of Lieutenant. Coe tells me you did an outstanding job on the Engineering exam. He even had to double check a couple answers he thought you got wrong, but turns out he was mistaken."

"Thank you sir." Andrew tried to suppress a smile. He wasn't very successful. Right then he wanted to jump up and down and celebrate. He'd studied very hard for that test, and it sounded like it had paid off.

Lee looked up at Hutchcraft for a long moment, collecting his thoughts. "You are a fine officer Hutchcraft. During your time here on the Galaxy you have performed your duties flawlessly in the capacity as Security officer and Assistant Chief of Security. I hope you will continue the same level of professionalism in your new assignment on board this vessel as Chief Engineering Officer."

"Yes Sir!" Andrew exclaimed, not even trying to hide his shinning smile now.

Lee began to stand as he regarded the new Engineer. It was good to see him smiling so openly. He could tell that Andrew Hutchcraft would make a fine Senior officer.

"Congratulations 'mate." Lee said as he shook Andrew's hand over his desk.

"Thank you Captain."

Lee reached for the padd he was referring to. The same one Coe had given him earlier with the results from the Exam. "Here 'mate. You may want to review the few questions you did miss. Also, the information on your new Senior officer's quarters, as well as the temporary Chief of Engineering security codes are in there as well. I suggest you change them at your earliest convenience."

"I will Sir. I'll get to that right away." Hutchcraft enthusiastically responded as he took the padd from the Captain.

"Once you get settled, you might want to have an informal get together with the rest of the Engineering staff. A sort of 'get aquatinted' meeting. I know there are many officers you will be working with you may not know on a personal level."

"Thank you Captain. I had planned on it." Andrew was still grinning.

Lee nodded. "We will be leaving this Starbase in a few hours to begin the long 'trek to the Beta quadrant and Station Beta Two. We will be spending several days there while our main shuttle bay doors are repaired, as well as assisting the Station while they upgrade their shielding systems."

"I understand Captain, I will bring myself up to speed on the arrangements. Who is coordinating these repairs at SB2 sir?"

Lee pointed to the padd in Hutchcraft's hand. "The file is in there Lieutenant. Tom Hanson, the Chief Engineer at SB2. A Lieutenant Commander I believe 'mate."

"I'll be sure to contact him after I've read through the information Sir." Hutchcraft replied after glancing at the padd, then back to the Captain.

"Okay 'mate, well I guess that does it. Dismissed."

Hutchcraft relaxed slightly and he turned to leave. He was excited and wanted to scream "Whooo-hooo!" right there, but instead just grinned as he thought about it.

As the doors swooshed shut, Lee smiled. Hutchcraft would make a fine Chief Engineer.

"Miran are you okay?" K'arta stopped her. The sight of her friendly smiling face just made Miran cry again. The Klingon put an arm around her and guided her to K'arta's quarters. Miran was glad she had taken the time to meet K'arta. The happy thought of the Wild West Show passed through her mind. That was so funny to see Deiran's expression and when he fell out of his chair. She smiled behind the cup of hot chocolate that K'arta pressed into her hands.

The Chocolate calmed her. It was delicious. K'arta was watching her with concern on her face. Miran began to explain.

"Deiran asked me to marry him. I could not tell him the terror and memories that him asking me brought back. I met a handsome gentle man at the academy. This was shortly after my release from Hutet. I was still so scared that the Cardassians would find me. I was scared of my shadow basically. He was patient and brought me out of my shell. He was a junior. The night he graduated he proposed. We were going to marry after I graduate and try to get posted together. He was posted to Voyager. When they were lost, it just about killed me. I did not have friends to fall back on or family. Robert's family took me under their wing. They always told me with twelve children it did not matter too much to have another."

K'arta was patiently listening to her. She hadn't talk too much about her past with others. It was something she always tried to put behind her but never seemed to be able to.

"Something happened to Deiran. I do not know what. I could not bear to find out. He was so pale laying in sickbay. He was alive though but all I could see was me being alone again. I saw in my mind him leaving me." K'arta handed her another tissue. K'arta gave words of encouragement and comfort. They talked for quite a while. Miran left feeling better that she had talked to someone.

She decided to contact Jesse Stephin at the Starfleet consul on Vulcan. She should have went to see him when they were at Vulcan. She didn't even think about it.

Jesse was the next brother in age to Robert. The two oldest were twins so they were real close. That left Robert and Jesse to bond. They had been really close. Jesse looked so much like his brother they could just about pass as twins too.

As contact was established with Jesse's office, Miran smiled. He was just as handsome as his brother but with the shifting hazel eyes that had been passed through the family. You never knew if they would be blue, grey, green, or even almost a shade of light brown.

"I am sorry Jesse that I did not come see you when we were in orbit of Vulcan. I should have and would have loved to seen you."

"Miran! Its okay. Its so good to talk to you. How have you been? It has been awhile."

"I am great. I just got promoted to Full Lieutenant. Jesse, Lt Deiran Casey has asked me to marry him."

"Oh Miran that's wonderful. When's the wedding? You know that we would be insulted if you didn't invite us."

"I have not given him my answer."

"Miran don't hold back on your happiness just because of Robert. He would have wanted you to be happy. If you love this Casey you need to tell him yes and do it now. Love doesn't often strike twice. Miran, look I need to go. Contact me at any time if you need anything. Don't forget about us." Contact was broken. It was heart lifting to talk to Jesse.

**Bridge**

Miran sat at her station two days later. She hadn't seen Deiran yet. She didn't want to talk to Deiran yet. she still needed more time. A tap on her shoulder made her jump. It was Deiran.

"Miran, please, would you marry me?" She fought the urge to slug him for confronting her when she was on the bridge. Everyone was watching. She had to be bright red.

"Deiran!!" she hissed at him. "Commander, can I please have a moment to talk to Deiran?," she asked of Coe. Coe was standing there grinning at her. He looked to be holding back laughter. She glared at him.

"Just a minute Lieutenant. You are on duty."

"Thank you, Sir." She pulled Deiran to one side of the bridge. "We need to talk. After you get off duty." She turned and went back to her duties.

**That night**

"What Miran? Just say yes." Deiran was to the point of begging.

"Deiran, what happens if you get transferred and I stay here? or we got posted to different ships?"

"I have four admirals, two ambassadors in my family plus a sister who teaches the children of the big brass in Starfleet command. I think I can pull some strings. What happens Miran, is up to you. If I get transferred and you don't, then that is your decision. I can always get reassigned, or I can get time off every month to visit with you."

"What if something happens to you? What happens to me?" Miran asked.

"Nothing will happen to me. I know your feelings and I'm sympathetic to your past. I will not put myself in needless jeopardy or put myself in a position that would put my life with you in jeopardy."

"Deiran, you deserve better then me. I am not worthy of the love that you share with me." Deiran closed his eyes and sighed. He pulled her close to him.

"I love you that is all that matters."

Captain Thiana Zeri, USS St Louis
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Alpha Shift came to a close and James prepared for his Beta shift when Captain Price approached him.

"Mr. Mitchell, may I have a word with you in my Ready Room?" James head snapped up to the Captains' words and began to get worried. He wondered what he had done. Was it that Ships Stocks fiasco again? But before he had a chance to inquire, the Captain was already making his way to the Ready Room. James could do nothing but follow and fidget.

***Ready Room***

James followed Price into the room and stood at attention as the Captain rounded his desk and sat down.

"Please, sit down, Lt. Be at ease, 'mate." Price smiled as James uneasily sat down in the comfortable chair.

"I'll just be a moment pulling up your record. Make yourself comfortable." Price swung his console around to him and activated it.

James had never been in the Ready Room before and it was not what he had expected. If anything, he thought it would be another room with a conference table, but hten again, he never really thought about it.

On one wall, there was a beautifully exquisite tapestry of a desert oasis at night with a cloudless sky of stars. If one looked closely enough, one could see a starship resembling the Galaxy off in the distance within the stars and the moon in crescent form off further to the right of the starship.

Underneath the tapestry was a shelf with several models of starships, all with the name Galaxy emblazoned on them. He couldn't be sure, but he thought they were either previous ships named Galaxy or maybe working models of this current ship. He would have to look that up in the Ship's Library later. IF there was a later.

His gaze was just passing Price and moving to the fishtank on the opposing bulkhead when the Captain finished what he was doing and spoke up.

"Lt. Mitchell." Price leaned back on his chair and steepled his fingers. "It would seem we have run into a problem, 'mate."

James tensed up. {Here it comes...I'm being demoted and transferred. I know it.} He gulped and nodded.

"Well, I've had to make a few changes to your record and others." Price paused and pressed another keypad on his console. James' hands were starting to sweat.

"It would seem we are out of a Science Officer, Lt." James head started to throb. "Lt. Shtik has decided to remain on Vulcan for personal reasons and I no longer have a Chief. Since you are Asst. Chief, I am hereby promoting you to Chief of Science and moving you to Alpha Shift. Lt. Morris will take over your previous position on Beta Shift. You don't have to stay on for another 8 hours, so you're free to go and catch up on some sleep, 'mate." Price grinned.

James hands went from sweaty to clammy and it took a few moments to register the fact that he was a Senior Officer now.

"Umm, uh, ok....." James stammered out an answer.

"Something wrong?" Price looked puzzled and then the realization dawned on him. "Ahh..you thought you were being shipped out, I bet!" James could do nothing but stare. He was still in shock.

"Lt. You've had an excellent record on board the Galaxy, save the one 'incident'," the grin grew larger on Price, "but I have no intentions of letting you go. I've lost enough good officers over the last few months, and I intend on fighting to keep them here as long as I can." Price stood up. "Good luck in your new post, Lt. I know you'll do the best work you can. Dismissed, 'mate."

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I won't let you down." Captain Price nodded and James turned on his heel and trotted out.

In the Turbolift, James thought about where to go.

[Please state your destination]

"I got it!" He smiled.

[Unknown destination, please try again.]

"Ten-Forward." James Mitchell, Chief Science Officer, was looking forward to shooting a game of pool. Maybe he'd get lucky and Mr. Shtik will have decided to say goodbye and be there. Today was beginning to be a good day.

Lt(jg) James Mitchell
Chief Science Officer
USS Galaxy

As Cadet Campbell left Ten-Forward after his encounter with the old waiter a Bajoran officer, an ensign, aproched him.

"Err. Cadet, how are you?"

Christopher looked at him suspicially.

"Why would he care?", ´Christopher thought. But he said: "I'm fine sir. Is there a problem in security?"

"Well, no Cadet, just, well, I overheard you talking,and well.... I'm fairly new here myself. I'm trying to find Lt. Hutchcraft, I though he might be here. Perhaps you'd like to help me find him?"

"Well, okay yes." Christopher wasn't sure if this was a deliberate attempt at getting to know him. He knew, as probably did the Ensign, that they could ask the computer to locate Lt. Hutchcraft anytime. However, he decide to wait and see.

"Excellent, have you toured the ship yet?"

"Yes, actually." Christopher answered.

"Well, I haven't. I'm Ensign Paran Chanor by the way. Even if we don't find him, we can have a look round the other areas of the ship. Since you know the way, do you want to lead?"

Christopher smiled. "Sure." Not that he knew the ship that well, but he wasn't going to waste this chance making a friend.

Before they left Ten-Forward the Ensign stopped. "There's Lt. HutchCraft", he said pointing at a table. "Congratulations, Andy!" he said to the Lt.

"I haven't got the job yet, Chanor. But thank you anyhow, and the same to you with your new position."

Christopher noticed that they both looked pretty proud.

"Have you met Cadet Campbell, Andrew?" asked the Bajoran. He pointed to the Cadet next to him.

"Briefly... weren't you on the ski-trip, Cadet?" the Lt. asked.

"Yes sir" he replied.

"No need for Sir, Mr Campbell. Call me Andrew" The Lt. looked down at a padd. Obviously he was busy, so the two officers left him after saying 'goodbye'.

*Later*

"...and this is the main shuttle bay. It's kind of demolished, but you know that" Christopher paused. "What did happen? There was a lot of talk about it, but no one i've talked knows what happened. But you do, don't you?"

"It's a long story", came the reply. "Perhaps you would wan't to here over a cup of tea or something?"

Christopher smiled. "Sure!"

Deiran was a bundle of nerves. Two times he asked Miran to marry him and two times she managed not to give him a definitive answer. He was becoming exasperated. But, he wasn’t going to give up. She wanted to talk with him after his shift was over and he was looking forward to it.

Deiran went back to his quarters to get some sleep before Beta Shift started. First he checked his messages.

Lt. Commander T’Lein had taken a leave of absence and left all the pertinent files of Ops and the department duty roster for him to study. He also left a personal letter:

"By the time you read this I will have taken my leave of absence. I have suggested you take my place while I’m gone Lieutenant. I know you will do an exceptional job as you have always served me with respect and diligence. Live long and prosper my young friend."

T’Lein signed it. He never had a chance to say goodbye because Casey was in sickbay during the Galaxy’s 24 hour orbit around Vulcan. Casey would miss his senior officer. As he sat at his desk, it hit him that he was now the acting Chief Operations Officer on the Galaxy. A prestigious and honorable position on a Starship. Casey smiled.

He was glad no one was in the room, because he was beaming. Out of the Academy for ten months and he’s already on the senior staff. Granted it would only be a little while, but he would enjoy it while he could.

Scrolling through his other messages, he came across a message from the Captain.

"Before the start of your shift Lieutenant, please visit me in my quarters." That was the bulk of the message. Casey knew what this was about.

So many things were happening. But, he enjoyed the excitement of it all. It was time to tell his parents the good news, in fact he had several good things to tell them. He couldn’t wait to gloat to his father about the Chief Ops position he now held.

"Computer, establish comm with Admiral Thomas Casey, Starfleet Tactical and Strategy Department." As he waited for the computer to carry out his command he began to drift into his thoughts about the events of the last week.

He couldn’t believe he didn’t even take the time to notice what he was drinking, he was so absorbed with Miran’s reaction to his proposal he never noticed how disgusting the cartier stimulant was. It was stupid of him. It reminded him of how intense his thought process could be. If there was one thing Casey did well it was concentrate.

[Communication link established with Admiral Thomas Casey] the computer brought him out of his thoughts.

"On screen," he demanded.

"Hello son, it’s good to hear from you, how are things on the Galaxy?" His father looked tired.

"They’re just fine. I have a lot of things to tell you about," Casey was smiling from ear to ear.

"I should say so, you haven’t spoken with us since you visited us on Earth," Casey’s father wasn’t happy about that.

"I’m sorry dad, I’ve been really busy, it wasn’t on purpose."

"That’s okay," there was a long pause as Admiral Casey disappeared from the screen. He returned with Doctor Casey, Deiran’s mother. Now he could see both his parents on the screen.

"Hi mom, I have great news and some alarming news."

"Give us the alarming news first," typical leaders, always wanting the bad news first.

"I drank something I was allergic too and was unconscious for several hours. I almost died from it," Casey used a voice that showed his parents it wasn’t serious and he was fine, they communicated in this way all the time.

"What was it you drank Deiran?" his mother was always concerned about his health.

"It was a Cardarria Cartier, a mild sleeping stimulant from the planet Janarr."

"I’ve never even heard of it, but I’ll be sure to update your medical files," his mother responded.

"Dr. Rousseau has already done that Mom, but thank you."

"She’s a good doctor. How did she keep you in sickbay for so long?"

"Don’t ask mother," he stopped that real quick.

"So what’s this other news you have for us Deiran?" his father always got to the point in a conversation.

"I’ve asked Ti Miran to marry me," he let the words sink in.

His parents were visibly shocked. He almost laughed at their reaction. "You really love her that much?"

"I’ve never loved anyone more Mom," Casey was always brutally honest with his parents.

Casey’s mother began to cry. His father handed her a box of tissues and continued the conversation. "Has she accepted, those Starfleet women are extremely stubborn and independent?"

Thomas Casey was punched in the arm by his wife at that remark. "Not yet, she’s still uh…thinking about it. She loves me, I know she does, she’s just scared."

"We haven’t even met her yet," his mother managed to say as she sobbed. "I know I’m sorry, but you’ll love her. She’s very sweet, quiet and strong."

"We’ll make sure all the family gets to the Galaxy son. We’ll be there."

"Thank you dad, how’s Alexa?"

"She’s fine, she’s not marrying Warren, you know that right?"

"I do now dad…I’m happy about that, he was a jerk! I couldn’t stand him. She deserves better."

"Well she’s not dating anyone now, she’s too hurt," Allison Casey responded.

"She adores men too much to stop dating mom, give her time," Casey smiled.

"You had other news to tell us?" his mother asked, still wiping her tears.

"Yes, I received a promotion to Lieutenant and have just been named the acting Chief Operations Officer of the Galaxy."

"I’m proud of you Deiran," his mother said to him. Thomas Casey lit up like a Christmas tree, "That’s my boy, you’ll be a captain sooner than I thought. You know you’re showing up your old man?" This was unexpected from him.

"Yea I am dad, I have too," Casey laughed.

"I’m proud of you, keep it up and you could be the youngest Admiral ever Deiran."

Casey’s father hardly ever called him Deiran, he called him son. His father was changing. He even acknowledged his own jealousy to his son, they never talked about it when he visited them on Earth. It was Admiral Casey’s way of apologizing.

"You’ve risen two ranks and have become a senior officer in ten months, that is just incredible Deiran. Are you getting enough sleep?"

"Yes mom, I just work hard and do everything I possibly can to stand out and show how hard I work and how diligent I am at my job. It’s paying off. I work a normal eight hour shift just like everyone else."

"A lot of people are transferring from the Galaxy, what’s going on?" Admiral Casey knew what was happening on every ship like all good top brass.

"It’s just a normal turnover on a ship is all, Lieutenant Commander T’Lein will be back in about three months. It’s really nothing."

"When Miran accepts your proposal of marriage you both better call us and let us know, you here me Deiran?" his mother was completely emphatic.

"Yes, I will. She’ll be glad to finally meet you both."

"Grandfather Carrick will be retiring next month, did he tell you?"

Thomas Casey’s face changed when he said that. It was sad for him to say.

"Noooooo! Why?" Deiran reacted like it was the end of the world.

"He’s a hundred eleven, he and the Federation Embassy thinks its time for him to step down. He’ll be given a great send off from the President and the Council on Federation TV, you should watch it."

"I will, do you think he’ll come to the wedding?" Deiran asked. He then said to himself, "If I can convince Miran to accept."

"I’m positive of it."

"I have a meeting at 1600, so we’ll have to wrap this up son."

"Aye sir, I’ll be in touch."

"One last thing, make sure you talk to Grandfather Alexander, he misses you."

"I will dad, and I’ll tell him about my promotion."

"You might as well talk to Grandfather Ben too, he misses you and so does your grandmother Lily."

"I will mom, I miss them. Lt. Casey out."

"I love you Deiran." His mom’s eyes were still red as she said it. "I love you too," Deiran said as he turned off the comm channel and the Federation insignia came up on the screen.

Deiran was exhausted and went straight to bed.

*** 1400 hours ***

The computer woke Deiran up with a song by the Smashing Pumpkins from late twentieth century Earth. He was in the sonic shower and dressed in twenty minutes, he enjoyed his Fraberia Tea and started for the captain’s quarters.

Deiran rang the door chime. The door opened and Captain Price invited him in.

"G’day ‘mate. You are early as always."

"Thank you Captain," Deiran was looking serious.

"I wanted to talk with you and let you know that I want you to fill in for Lt.Comdr T’Lein while he has taken a leave of absence. You’ve done a great job here and I’m proud that I can give you this opportunity." The captain hoped that compliment wouldn’t go to the young officer’s head.

"I look forward to having you on my senior staff Lieutenant. Here is all the information you’ll need to assume Chief Ops, read it over before your shift begins. I would also like you to take Alpha Shift. Can you adjust your schedule quickly ‘mate?"

"Aye captain, I will. I’ll start Alpha shift tomorrow at 0800 sir."

"Your enthusiasm is admirable Lieutenant, but allow yourself to get used to the schedule."

"Aye sir."

"You’ll need to coordinate with the Ops and Engineering departments at SB Two, so make sure you’re prepared." Captain Price knew he would be, but wanted to keep Casey on his toes.

"I already have Captain, I already know the backgrounds, personalities and service records of everyone on the Station and have already spoken with Lt. Hutchcraft and Lt. Comdr Tom Hanson."

The Captain expected that Deiran had already done it. In fact it was the first thing Deiran probably did when he received T’Lein’s letter. "I know you’ll do a fine job Deiran as Chief Ops on my ship and look forward to seeing you more often ‘mate," the Captain smiled at the young Lieutenant.

"Thank you sir."

"Dismissed ‘mate."

As Deiran was in the turbolift on his way to the Bridge he wondered who the second officer was on the Galaxy, now that Commander Coe was the XO. He would find out soon enough.

*** 2350 hours ***

Deiran met Miran at her quarters. He suspected that she wanted to meet with him on her terms, knowing how upset she was at him for proposing again on the Bridge.

She was waiting for him, her door wide open, she was standing in the doorway. She looked beautiful as she always did. But, she seemed melancholy. Like she had been thinking of her future, fear enveloped her body, mind and spirit. Deiran could see her fear.

"Hello beautiful! May I kiss you?" Deiran wasn’t sure if she was mad at him or not.

She smiled, letting him know that he could, with her eyes.

"You embarrassed me this morning on my shift," she said in a moderate tone.

"I’m sorry Miran, but I love you and didn’t want you to run away from me this time."

"I couldn’t sleep I was so worried about you when you were in sickbay. Why did you do that?"

"It was an accident, I was hurt when you ran out on me."

"I’m sorry, it was hard for me when you…" Miran was having a hard time getting the word out.

Deiran stepped closer to her, looked in her eyes, "What Miran? Please, just say yes?" Deiran almost dropped to his knees as he spoke.

"Deiran what happens if you get transferred and I stay here? Or we were posted to different ships?"

"I have four admirals, two ambassadors in my family plus a sister who teaches the children of the big brass at Starfleet Command. I think I can pull a few strings so that won’t happen. But, what happens Miran, is up to you. If I get transferred I know I can get you transferred also but that is your decision to make. I can always get reassigned or I can get time off every month to come and see you."

"What if something happens to you? What happens to me?" Miran asked, almost beginning to cry. But, she didn’t.

"Nothing will happen to me. I won’t let it. I know your feelings and I’m sympathetic to your past. I will not put myself in needless jeopardy or put myself in a position that would put my life with you in jeopardy."

"You deserve better than me. I am not worthy of the love that you share with me." Deiran closed his eyes and sighed and then pulled her close to him.

"I love you, that’s all that matters." He paused for a second, thinking and then began again, "I’m not worthy of your love. I’m an arrogant, at times obnoxious man, who is stubborn and thick-headed. But, you found it in your heart to love me, to return my love. You’ve changed me. There is no one else, you are the only one I want. It’s not a question of you being worthy, it’s a question of how much you love me."

Miran was quiet as she listened. She leaned away from Deiran. They both were making eye contact and listening to each other intently.

"You are the most beautiful, the sweetest, the kindest woman I’ve ever known. You are worthy and I need your love, without you I’m empty."

"I love you Deiran. I don’t want to lose you," Miran started to cry. The pain of her past losses coming to the forefront of her emotions.

"I know you love me. Miran, please don’t take this wrong, but I say it in love. You can’t live your life scared to love. You have to take risks. You’re a Starfleet officer, we take risks everyday. You need to know that all of life is a risk. Waking up, walking, breathing, eating, drinking, playing and loving all involve some sort of risk. A life with me is no different." Deiran paused to let that sink in to her.

"Miran, if we married and I lost you. Don’t you know that I would be devastated? I thought I hurt you several days ago. I was worried about you and what you were feeling and thinking. I didn’t even care what I put in my mouth. Do you know what you would do to me if you didn’t marry me?" Deiran wiped his eye at the though of it.

Miran thought she saw a tear and reached for his cheek, "Is that a tear?"

Deiran knew he had to be honest, "Yes, I need you so much. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I can’t say what will happen in the future. But, take a risk, live for the moment and let yourself be happy. Break away from your past and start a future with me."

Deiran had Miran’s ring with him. He took it out of his pocket, "Miran, will you do me the honor of being my wife? I won’t take no for an answer." He knelt down and smiled up at her, waiting to put the ring on her finger.

"Lieutenant Troy Blair, Chief Tactical Officer" A sense of pride overcame him as he stood back and viewed the plate.

Second, Troy got to move into the Senior Staff quarters, a vast improvement over the quarters he previously had. Now he actually had a living area, a bedroom, a small kitchen area (actually it was just a replicator with a table next to it), a larger bathroom (one that a claustrophobic would not be deathly afraid of), more windows, and even a small closet. Before, he had one open area where all of his furniture went, and only one window.

After settling in, Troy sat down behind his computer to talk to his grandfather. In a few short minutes, Troy was able to establish contact.

"Hello granddad."

"Well, this is a surprise, I just talked to you a few days ago."

"I know, I have some news for you."

"Oh really? Well...lets hear it" Admiral Blair's face was beaming.

"Ok...our XO was given his own command, so our Chief Tactical Officer was given the XO job. Your now looking at the Galaxy's new Chief Tactical Officer. Plus, I was also promoted to Lieutenant" Troy's face was beaming like his grandfather's.

"That's my boy! Alot of good things has happen to us lately, Brad gets promoted to XO of the Sovereign, you get promoted to the Senior Staff, and your uncle Eric gets command of the USS Lightstorm." Admiral Blair stated.

"Uncle Eric is now a Captain? When did this happen?" Troy asked.

"Yesterday."

"What class?"

"She's a brand new Intrepid class. Just rolled of the docks at Utopia"

"Tell him I said congratulations" Troy smiled.

"I will. Well, I have a meeting with Admiral Casey and Admiral Frakes soon, so I better go. I'll talk to you later Troy.

"Bye granddad." Admiral Blair's face was replaced with the Federation logo.

*** An hour later ***

The Galaxy was about two hours from Starbase 123, enough time for Troy to investigate this 'Kilroy' character. He decided to ask one of the best listeners on the ship, Liam Sketcher.

*** Ten Forward ***

"What'll it be Troy?" Liam asked while Troy sat in his usual stool at the bar.

"Vulcan Tea" was the response.

"Here you go." Liam sat the steaming cup down in front of him.

"So, Liam, do you know anyone who has the nickname of Kilroy?"

"Not that I know of. What's the interest in 'Kilroy'? "

Troy proceeded to tell Liam of the mishap with his clothes and his tea. Liam laughed.

"Well Troy, I can tell you that you aren't looking for someone named Kilroy. That's for sure."

"Then who am I looking for?" Troy was on the edge of his stool.

"No no, I'm not going to flat out tell you who it is. All I can say is that someone on the crew has been bragging" Liam replied quietly.

"Ronni!" Troy exclaimed, "Of course, she bragged the last time she pulled a stunt on me." With that, Troy stood and exited Ten Forward.

*** Ten Minutes Later ***

After Ronni had left her quarters, Troy snuk in using one of the Security Access Codes (yet another Senior Staff Privilege). He quickly went into her bathroom and emptied her shampoo bottle, which he filled back up with Orange Hair Dye. "There, now we're even Ronni" Troy thought. As a last touch, he had the computer rigged to display a note saying "Nice Hair Kilroy", once the sonic shower was in use.

*** Ten Forward ***

Troy returned to Ten Forward to continue his drink. Unlike the others, he did not say a word about what he had done. While gazing at the stars, the comm system went off.

{All Senior Staff, report to the bridge for docking maneuvers.}v Troy quickly got up and headed to the bridge.

Lieutenant Troy Blair,
Chief Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

**** Coe's present quarters ****

" LT. CMDR COE, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CAPTAINS READY ROOM." The voice of the computer startled Coe from his sleep. Due to the Gamma shift hours, to most people, Coe's sleep pattern was slightly irregular. During the day he slept. But during the night, he was the one who responsible for the life of every man and woman on this ship.

He mumbled slightly and rolled over, springing himself out of bed in one quick movement. He quickly got changed into his regular starfleet uniform and check the time. 13:26 hours. Good. He could get more sleep when he got back before gamma shift was due to start. He made himself look respectable and headed out the door, wondering, what the Captain wanted.

**** Captain's ready room ****

Coe was about to press the door chime when the door slid open and Commander Jamson walked out. He noticed Coe and stopped for a brief chat.

" Hey JT!" He said with a jump to his voice, something Coe did not quite expect. Coe nodded a greeting back.

" Commander. Why the sudden change in your..... perspective of life?" Coe choose the words delicately.

" You'll find out, Captains in there, he will tell you, and you wouldn't want to keep the GENERAL waiting now would you?" Jamson added with a sinister twist.

" Nope." With that, Jamson smiled and left Coe. Now, JT felt even more bewildered. He walked through, finding the Captain sitting at his desk, going over some reports. He looked up.

" Hi mate! Sorry to disturb your rest! I have some good news!" The Captain said with a smile.

" Oh? Whats that?" Coe inquired.

" Commander Jamson has been given his own command. He is now Captain Jamson! Officer in command of the USS Ranger!"

" I'll have to congratulate him!"

" You will mate. And that leaves a spot vacant for the XO position of this ship." Coe smiled one of his best. Expecting what came next.

" Your next in line for the job mate!" It always suprised Coe how the more one heard Captain Price's voice, the more Australian it sounded. The captain walked around to the back of his desk and picked up something small. A solid gold pip.

" This is to replace the half pip you already have. " Coe took it and opened the palm of his hand to examine his new possession. He pulled off his current one and placed the solid gold one in it's place.

" Congratulations mate!" The Captain smiled and shook Coe's hand.

" Thank you sir!"

" This means your nocturnal lifestyle can end." The Captain added with a hint of sarcasm.

" I hope so." With a smile Coe left it at that.......

**** Coe's Current quarters *****

Coe looked at his room. With the promotion to Commander, Came some great benefits. He got transferred to the first officers quarters, two floors up, next to the captains quarters and readily accessible to the bridge.

" Well! " He exclaimed to himself. " I better get moving...."

**** 3 Hours later, First Officers quarters *****

He was finished. Coe stood in the doorway and looked over his accomplishment. He had, with the aid of a transporter of course, moved all of his belongings into his new quarters. Now for the office.......

**** 5 hours later ****

Now, Coe was exhausted. He had been up for the last 17 hours and was really feeling it. He needed some sleep. Whilst thinking of that luxurious thought, he heard the comm system for the computer, light up.

" ALL SENIOR STAFF REPORT TO COMMAND POSITIONS FOR DOCKING PROCEDURE." The unemotional voice of the computer sent Coe on his way. Up to the bridge, where the ship would dock with Starbase 123.

**** Main Bridge ****

Everyone was on the bridge. Except Captain Price. Coe sat in the Command chair and waited patiently, the departments were all making last minute preparations for docking. Coe stood, and proceeded to walk toward the viewscreen. "Mr Blair, open a channel."

" Starbase 123, this is the USS Galaxy. We are requesting final authorisation for docking." Coe spoke loudly, only a slight background noise from the Galaxy bridge crew, hindered the clarity of the response.

" Authorisation granted. It's good to see you Galaxy. We have been expecting you. Your clear for docking in bay 12."

" Understood, Galaxy out." Coe signalled to Blair to cut the channel. Which was done. He returned to the command chair and sat slowly, his body somewhat tired but his mind now completely focused. Where was the Captain? He decided to check. He hailed the captain.

" Price here."

"Captain, Commander Coe here. We are ready for docking sir. I thought you'd want to know..."

"'ave you ever docked a Starship before 'mate?" Coe was taken by suprise on this one. He tried not to make it show on his face as he felt the stare of every crew member in the room, centre on him.

"I have done dozens of simulated dockings on a variety of space platforms Captain." Coe thought this was better than "NO."

"Well then, I see the Galaxy is in good hands then. I'll just watch the docking from here while I finish my coffee then 'mate. Carry on." Coe was not shocked, but he did feel his face flinch, a sure sign that he was nervous.

" Aye sir." Coe said strongly, to... reassure the crew. He cleared his head and stood, taking two brief steps forward, so that his hand rested on the back of Lt Ti's chair at navigation. This was her show, and Coe wanted to overlook the process.

" Lt Ti."

" Aye Sir." She looked around briefly at Coe with a reassuring glance. Coe remembered earlier in the day when Lt Ti had been in an...unprecedented situation herself.

" Cut main engines, from here on we are on thrusters."

" Yes Sir." Her fingers flew quickly over the panel as she expertly executed the commands.

" Okay, 1/3 power to aft thrusters. Heading 326.44. Bring us in slowly Lt." Coe warned. The image of the starbase on the screen slowly enlarged. Coe watched in awe as the huge outer doors for the starbase began to slowly slide open, revealing a huge indoor docking arena in which 2, Coe noted, nebula and 1 orion class starships were already docked. One obviously having previously been in a battle.

" How much space do we have on either side Lt Blair?"

" 900 metres port, 600 metres starboard Sir."

" See what you can do to equal that out Lt Ti."

" Aye sir." With that, Coe turned, and feeling more relaxed, returned to the command chair. And sat, exhaling with a brief rub of the eyes.

" Lt Casey?" Coe lifted his head as he questioned the young Lt.

" Yes Sir?"

" Have we cleared the out docking ring?"

" Ah...... Now we have sir."

" Okay, Lt Ti, project anticipated course for final docking procedure." With the command given, a small red laser beam, emitted from the torso of the ship, illuminated the target section of the docking clamps, showing the Galaxy dead on target.

" Okay Lt, take us in." Lt Ti nodded and pushed a few buttons on her keyboard.

" Slowing to 1/5 thrusters." The image on the screen showed the numbers 12, in huge letters. To the left, was clearly seen the passage arm that would extend to the ship once fully stopped, allowing a direct passage way between the galaxy and the starbase.

" Commander, we are now in position."

" Very well Lt, Full stop. Shutdown all engines and release the navigation commands to the starbase." Coe seemed pleased with himself. He was finished.

" Lt Blair, inform the captain we have docked. "

" Aye Sir."

" Lt Ti, you have the watch." Although the Lt did not seem to happy with the prospect, she did not complain.

" I will be in my quarters." Now that the Galaxy was docked and the main engines turned off, it was no longer necessary for an officer to "have the con." Simply for someone, to look over the bridge. Coe really did need some sleep. And with that, he headed toward the turbolift, on his way to his quarters. Dreaming of the day he had ahead...... He smiled at the prospect.

Chris N
AKA: .Commander Johnathon Thomas Coe
First Officer, USS Galaxy Email Sim
NCC-70637
Indentification: Foxtrot delta 769

"Yes, Deiran. I will marry you." Miran threw her arms around his neck.

"I love you. Promise me that you will not leave me." She tried hard so that she didn't cry again. She had been doing way too much crying lately. She felt safe and sheltered there in his arms.

At that time, the mood was shattered by a call over the ship-wide com calling all senior officers to their post.

"It figures," muttered Deiran as they left for the bridge.

They had arrived at Starbase 123. She had to get the large ship into a reasonably tight spot. It was an easy procedure that she had learned at the academy but had not done it since then. She wasn't nervous anout the ship but she was nervous having Commander Coe looking over her shoulder. It irritated her majorly. She hated people looking over her shoulder but couldn't say anything because he outranked her.

He barked out every command like procedure called for. She knew the commands so all she did was anticipate them. The docking was complete soon thereafter.

Commander Coe left the bridge giving her command of the watch. She had thought that she and Deiran would be able to have some more time together but she had to stay on the bridge a bit longer.