"Peace Talks"
By Ensign Leslie Wilson
Counselor,USS Galaxy

The Peace Talks were going nowhere. Both sides were in fighting with each other, and when you came down to it, they both hated each other. Generations of war, how could it be? Leslie thought to herself.

She frowned as another argument broke out. But she sat, contempt. She was just here to observe. Commander Coe must have seen the frown on her face, because he asked what was wrong. "Nothing," she replied.

She turned back to the talks. Ambassador Lorn seemed calm, as he listened and talked with both races. She wondered how he did it.

****Some Time Later****

The sun was begining to set. Everyone returned to thier chambers for the night.

Leslie layed down on the bed, tired. After a quick drink, shje was soon asleep, dreaming of peace for these two troubled worlds.

"Tinkering with Collars & Computers"
by Lt jg K'Eytyanna Samara
[reviewed by Captain Price]

K'Eytyanna picked up the diagnostic probe wired into a tricorder and ran a check of the small device in front of her. Using a small laser scalpel and a fine set of pliers, she adjusted some of the workings before redoing her checks.

Picking up D'Akana's collar that lay next to her, she made a small incision with her scalpel before slipping the device inside. Welding it closed with the laser, she turned around and called out,

"D'Akana, ghoS naDev DaH! { come here now! } Once I put this on you, I'll try to insert a small program into the internal sensors so that you won't be detected unless I give an instruction to show you." A moment later, the happy targ was sitting at her feet, rubbing itself against her leg. Leaning down, she put the collar back on and headed over to her computer workstation. Slipping into the chair, she cracked her fingers and stretched her neck before ordering,

"Computer, access private program K'Eytyanna-Fractal-Encryption, Level 28, and execute on terminal located in my quarters." The screen went black and random characters from various languages started appearing. Once the screen had been filled, the character started flashing through various colors until it went black again. A few seconds later, the following message flashed up :

[This terminal is now secure from external view.]

Using keyboard commands only, she brought up the list of security code decryption and worm software that had been designed for other tasks before instructing the computer to create a new program, using code from various files.

************************

A few hours later, she tapped in a few keys before speaking,

"Computer, direct all voice commands to terminal, without screening."

[ Working... command executed. ]

"Terminal, initiate access to the Holodeck program storage."

[ Working... Access setup. ]

Smiling, she tapped in a few commands, which sent the specially designed worm program into the computer. Once the program was inside, Samara sent the activation signal and it quickly spread throughout the nearby systems, using false identities to make it harder to track back to K'Eytyanna.

"Terminal, estimated time until worm reaches an entry point for the internal sensors."

[ETA is five minutes.]

Getting up, she stretched and yawned before getting a glass of ice-cold orange juice from the replicator. When she sat back down at the terminal, K'Eytyanna noticed the flashing light signalling that the worm was ready to hand control over to her terminal.

"Terminal, initiate contact with worm and follow trail of worm copies to internal sensors. Give me manual control over security hacking subroutine."

Cracking her knuckles again, she started trying to crack through the security protocols using intuition, extensive knowledge of Starfleet computer systems, an extensive array of code-decryptors and the good old 'brute-force' approach. Looking up from the terminal some time later, Samara checked the chronometer and found that over seven hours had passed. Snarling, she wacked the table hard and cursed the computer technicans who designed the internal security system's access security.

"Terminal, continue with the task and alert me when successful entry has been established.

Lt jg K'Eytyanna Samara, USS Galaxy NCC-70637 Engineering Department

"I Can't Stand Her..."
by Colby Torwyn

Colby had finally finished his paper after about an hour in the empty office. He had slaved to find the right words to put down on the paper. He strained to think of the correct grammar to use. Well, not quite... He had finished his letter in about fifteen minutes, and Jonathan and he had stalled for the rest of the time, not wanting to go to class again. By now, school had been out for about five minutes, but they wanted to make sure that they wouldn't catch Mrs. Hatchmoor on the way back to Devlynn's office.

Jonathan peeped outside and looked both ways down the corridor. He signaled that it was clear and both he and Colby quickly made their way to Devlynn's office. They found her sitting at her desk, looking at a PADD that lay before her. As they entered, she looked up. "Well, have you two finally finished your letters to Mrs. Hatchmoor?"

"Yes Mrs. Salshyar," Jonathan said sincerely. "We took our time to make sure everything was right."

"Yeah," Colby chimed, "we even double-checked our spelling."

"Ohhh, you did?" Devlynn acted suprised, though she knew they had stalled purposely to save the time from going back to class. "Go ahead and set them down here on my desk. Jonathan, you're free to go." They did as told and Jonathan just waved slightly; he rushed out the door, glad to be free.

"I'm sorry momma," Colby said. He was looking at her with large eyes.

Devlynn smiled at Colby. "Colby, I know that you and Jonathan may not like Mrs. Hatchmoor, but everyone has to deal with people they don't like at one time or another. You're just going to have to learn to deal with her, and you'll have to learn to behave correctly in class."

"OK, I'll try momma." He smiled as he told his little lie. Devlynn could sense that he was lying and she laughed aloud.

"I can tell I can't get through to you, you little devil," she said as she took Colby's hand and started out the door with him.

"Where are we going momma?" Colby asked as they headed out the door.

"Let's go get something to eat, ok?"

"Ok!" Colby skipped along happily as he headed down the corridor.

Galaxy
"Caves of misery Pt. 1"
Written By Kahn Nilani
Assistant Chief Medical Officer Uss Galaxy

As I walked into the first of the caves I saw many people laying on make shift beds.

"Poor things" I muttered to my self "How long have most of these people been like this?"

["I do not know. But not long, most likely in the last couple of days."]

"Well we have to do something?"

I pulled out my Medical Tricorder and started a scan. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!

"Here we go. The virus is Air born and looks like it doesn't affect people with blood that is based around Iron, but affects people with copper as the base of there blood."

"+taps+ Doctor Kahn to Captain, Here Is what I have found the Virus only effects species with a copper base in their blood so Romulans, Vulcans, Dronegarians and possibly the Rhomboid's but I do not know that last one. Most members of the crew will not be effected, also Captain I would like permission to bring down equipment and science/medical crew members to help study this virus. I will keep in touch Captain.

["Very well Nilani. Tell me when your ready and I will start beaming down science and medical crew members."]

"Thank you Captain. Kahn Out."

["So Doctor am I at risk of getting this virus?"]

Reaching into my medi kit I pulled out a face mask

"Yes you are. Look put on this face mask and it will filter out the virus. You should be fine thou, look can you help me. I need to get blood samples take this hypospray and walk over to a person and take a blood sample."

["How do I use this thing."]

"Easy once you have it against there arm press this button. You will see blood come into it, then bring it over here and put into a new container."

["O.k."] The guide walked over to a patient and took a sample, she came back and put it into a container.

"There you go."

**** 10 min later ****

"+Taps+ Kahn to Khatroweena I have some blood samples here. I am sending up two vials the rest are stay down here so I can run tests on them. Energize when ready."

["Yes doctor, I will run some DNA tests up here"]

"That is fine. Kahn Out"

As I finished the communication I saw two of the vials beam out of the holder.

"Dinner"
Lt.jg. Mercury Cheif Of Engineering

David was in quite a rush, he was already late for dinner. He took one finally look in the mirror and ran out the door. David was excited, finally some really food. The last time they had dinner together it was amazing.

David arrived at Melissa's quarters and rang the bell.

"Enter."

David walked inside to find that the dinner table was already set and he coud even smell that dinner was ready. Melissa walk out from inside the bedroom to greet David.

"You look beautiful tonight," David commented.

"Thanks, are you ready to eat?"

"Absolutely, I am starved!" David could barely contain himself it smelled so delicious. David and Melissa both sat down and got comfortable. "I know this is supposed to be informal but I would like to make a toast. I would to toast to our first promotion and in hope that many more will come." The both took a sip from there glasses and began to eat dinner.

"So, David what was on your mind. I mean it is always a pleasure to enjoy a meal with you but you seem to have something important to say."

"Well I do have a couple fo things to say but most importantly I really just wanted to enjoy my firends company. I don't know if you heard about the mystery container in the shuttle bay but I think I might have over reacted." David became very serious.

"David, don't even think twice about it, that is your job. You are supposed to lean towards caution. You had no idea what that container could have been and with the present situation on the planet, you did the right thing and I would think that the Captain and everyone else on this ship would agree." Melissa insisted.

"Thanks, you always know the right thing to say."

"What else is on your mind?"

"I been a little concerned lately, and since you are the assistant chief of engineering, I feel you deservge to know why. I am concerned about Chiron. When I assigned projects last staff meeting, Chiron asked to be put on special assignment. He said that he need time to deal with Colby. My concern isn't about Colby, I think he is doing the right thing, but I am worry about how it is effecting his work on Beta shift. He has always been a good officer and he has be on this ship longer than I have and he has more experience than I but I don't want to put an officer on duty unless I know that their mind is 100% on the job."

"This is what I think, Chiron deserves the benefit of the doubt, you are right he is a great officer and I believe he will work it out." Melissa was surprised at what David said, she had no idea about Chiron and was glad that David felt comfortable enough to tell her.

"I think you are right Melissa, he does deserve the benefit of the doubt. Well enough with work, it gets me so tense, how has your day been." David and Melissa talked for a while. Without a doubt David felt closest to Melissa than anyone else on this ship and he was very comfortable telling her how he felt about anything.

Dan Josephs

"An Ill Wind Blows No Good"
by Ensign Felicia Khatroweena Ph.D.,
Medical Officer, USS Galaxy - NCC 70637
[reviewed by Captain Price]

*** Somewhere on the Galaxy, Saucer Section ***

[Tash to Khatroweena: Report to Sickbay.]

'There goes my fun,' thought Khatroweena. "Yes, Tash, be there in a couple of minutes."

*** Sickbay ***

"What is going on Jurelle?" asked Felicia, worriedly.

"We have a epidemic on the surface, currently I want you on stand-by to provide assistance if required. It seems that, most of the Drongarian population have come down with a disease and their doctors are unable to cope with it. Once Nilani has determined the threat to our on personnel, we will be going on planet to assist how we can." Jurelle informed her.

"Yes, of course, Jurelle. I've got plenty of work to go on with, I'll be here."

"I going to start on the arrangements, contact me if needed," as Jurelle headed for her office.

As Felicia move to the Duty Officer's desk, she gave a jaw cracking yawn. Guiltily, she looked around to make sure that no-one saw her. Knowing that in a few hours, life is going to too hectic for anything as mundane as sleep. Felicia made herself comfortable in the chair, feet on the desk and took the opportunity for a quick catnap.

*** Few hours later ***

[Kahn to Khatroweena: I have some blood samples here. I am sending up two vials the rest are stay down here so I can run tests on them. Energize when ready.]

"Yes Doctor, I will run some DNA tests up here." Felicia forced alertness into voice, her sleepiness diminishing by the second.

[That is fine. Kahn Out]

"Transporter Room Three, This is Doctor Khatroweena. Doctor Khan is sending up blood samples from the surface, transport them to the Biohazard ICU." As she spoke, Felicia was setting up the bio containment fields to cut off the Biohazard ICU from the rest of the ship.

"Computer begin log, Dr Khatroweena, Medical Log, uh, Computer enter current time and date. Just received blood samples from the surface of Drongar, transferred the samples to the Biohazard Unit and will begin my scans from there."

Just as Felicia was leaving for the Biohazard Unit, the screen on the desk flashed and Khan's preliminary analysis appeared on the screen. "Medical Log, supplemental. Just received Doctor Khan's preliminary analysis on the disease. Not much so far, it is has an air-borne vector and only effects lifeforms with cupricglobin circulatory systems. Patients have a variable life expectancy from time of first symptoms, range is from a few days to a couple of weeks. Computer attach Nilani's analysis to the log. Due to the number of personnel aboard the Galaxy with copper-based blood, I will be keeping the bio-containment fields at full."

Going over to Tash's office, she knocked on the open door frame. "Yes, Felicia?"

"Jurelle, I'll be using the Bio unit to do my analysis of the samples sent up by Nilani. By her initial report, it would be a good idea to have it off limits to any copper-based lifeforms."

"Ok! Felicia, you go ahead and get things going and I'll rubber stamp it."

"Thanks, Jurelle."

*** Biohazard ICU, two hours later. ***

An exhausted Felicia, stretched her body to it's full length and allowed herself the comfort of relaxation for a few seconds. 'Oh boy, this is not good.'

"Khatroweena to Khan: As soon as you can, could you do a scan on a number of patients, in particular the condition of the internal organs."

[Have you discovered anything?]

"Not much, but a few indicators that lead to a few possibles. The scan will give me a direction to start on more extensive investigations."

[Anything in mind?]

"Specifically, I would like for you to investigate for any evidence of necrotic tissue in the organs. The blood samples had evidence of dead tissue from differing areas of the body. My current theory is we are working on a virus very similar to the Ebola virus, but attacks copper-based metabolism. Get it up to me as soon as possible, please Nilani. I'm hope I'm wrong, if not and this thing is like the Ebola virus, we are talking eighty to ninety percent morbidity rates. What little information we have is a close match."

[I'll have the tricorder upload the telemetry directly to the Galaxy. Khan Out.]

Felicia kept her eyes on the screen, mak

ing sure not a second was wasted in her analysis. As each Drongarian was scanned, it only added more evidence to her theory and added to the heavy weight on her shoulders."

*** Half an hour later, Tash's Office. ***

Felicia knocked on the open door frame, as Jurelle looked up a look of concern washed across her face when she looked at Felicia. 'I don't look that bad, do I?' thought Felicia as she stepped in.

"What's wrong?" a worried Jurelle asked.

"I would like you to look over the analysis I have been able to make so far. I'm not at all close in isolating the virus, but indications and evidence indicate that... I would rather you look at my report and find my mistake. If it is at all correct, we are going to have a real fight on our hands. I'll be in the main ward."

In the main ward, Felicia was reading over her report and analysis again, looking trying to find something that would invalidate her findings.

After about twenty minutes, Jurelle came over to her. "This is only the initial analysis, there could be something that we could find later that disproves all of this. Look, Cat, I can see that you are dwelling on the worst things that can happen. Hope for the best, but plan for the worst."

Felicia looked at Jurelle and a small smile appeared on her face. "You're right Jurelle, So what are you going to do about the report."

"Me? No, this is your report! What is your suggestion?" Jurelle looked at her expectantly.

"The captain should be informed of our progress so far, and this should be passed on to the Ambassador. While we know about our own people and the Drongarians. We don't know about the Rhomboid, having them die is not going to make the negotiations go at all well."

"Well, you better go ahead with that then. The captain is going to ask for your recommendations, it be a good idea to have a couple when he asks. It's going to be your information that he is making his decisions on," Jurelle told Felicia.

Felicia left for the Duty Officer office before she left to see the captain. "Khatroweena to Kahn: I am transmitting my report to your tricorder. Things don't look too good at this early stage. Khatroweena Out. Computer transmit Medical Report: Drongarian Virus to Dr Khan's tricorder."

*** Captain's Ready Room ***

[BloopBleep] "Enter," Captain Price's voice came through the door.

As Felicia entered, "Yes mate, what can I do for you?"

"Captain, this is the initial analysis on what we have so far on the Drongarian Virus," and Felicia passed the PADD over. "I want to emphasise, that this is our initial analysis. The information we have is sketchy."

The captain spent a few minutes going over the report and looked up at Felicia.

"Doc, you doctors love to use big jargon words. I haven't any problem with that. Myself, I am an engineer and can use them myself. What's a quick summary of this report?"

"I'm sorry sir. So far, the Drongarian Virus shows similarity to the Ebola virus that exists in the tropical and semi-tropical regions on Earth. We have no confirming proof on this, just that it is the closest match by the characteristics we have about the Drongarian Virus. As to isolating the virus, we have a lot more work that has to be done."

"The Ebola virus?"

"It is not a nice way to die, sir, if there is a nice way. The virus kills the host by increments, usually starts with the liver and kidneys and then moves on to the other organs. This is not always the case though. The patient literally dies piece by piece. It will normally kill eight, or nine, people out of ten that are infected. But I do want to point out, that until we can get more evidence this is just a theory."

"Recommendations?"

"Stringent bio-filtering on transport, nothing more than what is already done. One thing that I suggest strongly that at least one medical officer be with the negotiations. We don't know how this is going to affect the Rhomboids. With how crucial these talks are, if a Rhomboid took ill with this virus, it would be disaster."

"Ensign, I will pass your recommendation to the Ambassador and I gather that Dr Khan knows of these findings?" asked the captain.

"Yes sir."

"An Ebola like virus. Have there been any recent outbreaks of this particular disease recorded in this sector Doctor?" Captain Price asked cupping his chin in his hand as he thought.

"Not that I'm aware of Captain." Felicia replied, "The last known use of this type of horrible virus that I am aware of was in old biogenic weapons from the 23rd century. I could search the databanks and see Captain?"

Lee's eyebrow raised momentarily when Doctor Khatroweena brought up biogenic weapons, "A chemical weapon that delivers a deadly disease? What sort of horrible mind would think up of such a device?"

"They were quite popular in many worlds Captain. Of course their use has long since been abandoned. It seems that the same minds that thought up such a barbaric use of science and medicine have since thought of better ways to kill their people..." Cat's tone was a bit sarcastic, but it suited the subject being discussed.

The Captain just nodded. It seemed the Doctor had gotten the wheels spinning inside his head. For a long moment, Captain Price just stared out across his ready room deep in thought. Finally, his eyes found Doctor Khatroweena's once again.

"Well, mate, is there anything more?"

"No, captain."

"Good work, Doctor. Keep me informed. Dismissed."

Felicia looked around at her first real chance to see the bridge, and on the main screen was the planet. Looking like a gem in a sea of stars, back lit by the system's star. It was a beautiful sight, but it held a deadly secret. A secret that would not be easy to find and would take time, something that was in short supply.

"Duty"
by Lieutenant (jg) Thomas and Lieutenant Commander Sterner
[reviewed by Captain Price]

Chris was in Ten Forward sitting by himself when Joerg entered the room. He hadn't expected the Chief to come back to the ship just to talk with him. He had after all stated that there was no rush and that once he wasn't needed on the away team, they could just as easily talk about what he had learned.

He entered the establishment and scanned the room. He quickly saw Thomas sitting alone at a table. He approached him.

"You wanted to speak to me about a security matter." Joerg said and sat down beside him.

Chris wasn't exactly prepared to explain what he had done, and that made him nervous. Somehow his message gotten a higher priority than it deserved.

"Commander I didn't expect you to leave the conference just talk to me, but now that you're here I guess your going to want to know why I sent a message to you that could've waited." Chris said, this wasn't what he expected. He quickly accessed the information.

"Commander, first this I just ran across, as I remember hearing something about Ambassador Lorn being on board. I don't know if you were aware I served two years with Starfleet Intelligence. However that's not the point, these two men" Chris said handing Joerg his PADD "have been reported to be either operating or passing though this sector. They are known assassins in the Romulan Empire or at least were when I was working undercover. This might just be nothing, but I thought you should know." Chris said, he looked out the window for a minute.

He knew that either of them were master artist at disguises and that concerned him. He knew more about them than most, because they worked for the Romulans for time to time. He wasn't sure how much to give out to the commander.

"This certainly is some information we could use. But I take it you're not quite sure if those two individuals are after the Ambassador, are you?" Joerg asked him.

"No, I'm not, but ..." Chris tried to explain another thing.

"I'm sure that Mister J'naii knows more about possible threats to the Ambassador than anyone else on the ship. And he is very careful when it comes to the Ambassador's security." Joerg interrupted him.

"But there is one other thing. I was able to slip in and attend the dinner for Ambassador Lorn the other night. I was also on duty on the bridge at the same time. I used the AHE to accomplish this task, but I was only testing the AHE and checking security, sorry habits are hard to break. At any time I could've been exposed for what I was trying, but these two are even better and they operate together well, or independent." Chris said, as he pulled up his full report of what he had done and returned the PADD to Joerg.

"I assume your going to report this the Captain." Chris said, with some saddens, "I've already contacted S.I. they said that I can return anytime that I am ready. I am usually a good judge of character and you Commander I bet you'll report this conversation and my actions to the Captain immediately. Then based upon my observation of the Captain's actions and my reading of him, I'd say that he'll either confine me to my quarters for the duration of this mission and or relieve me of my duties. However depending on what you say he may choose operation two, request a formal inquiry and then I'll be facing court-martial charges. Either way I am likely to be an ensign again, thus my reason for my inquiry. At the moment other than this being an excellent crew I have no reasons for remaining, sir." Chris said, realizing that he'd been talking way to long.

He dropped his head in his hands, he was lying to himself he did have another reason to stay and that was Dev, but they'd been reluctant to talk. He could only assume that there romantic involvement was either on hold or off, which either left him with no current reason to remain on the Galaxy if his assessment of Joerg and the Captain were accurate.

"One other thing, I'd be on the look out for them. They take whatever means our needed to complete their job, plus they usually somewhere find help they need to succeed." Chris said and then left at that.

Anymore information he choose to share with Joerg would be pointless, at the moment.

All the time he listened to the Lieutenant, Joerg got the impression that Chris was really concerned about the security aboard the Galaxy. Even more he had found out a possible security leak, that should be fixed immediately.

He looked at the Lieutenant's sorrowful face and decided that this little mistake shouldn't ruin his whole career in Starfleet.

"You are correct that I have to bring this issue to the Captain, and he won't be happy to hear it. However the courage you showed in talking to me about it and admitting your mistake is also worth much to me. I'll talk to the Captain and try to convince him not to punish you." Joerg told Chris.

"Thank you sir." he just replied.

"But in return I think you could do me a favor. You're a clever guy and know how to undermine security. With your help, we'll find and eliminate the leaks in the security system. Is that a deal?"

"Yes sir. Thanks again. I'll start right away." Thomas said and was already looking a bit happier.

Joerg stood up, took the PADD and left Ten Forward. He was going to see the Captain and thought how to explain this issue to him without getting Lieutenant Thomas punished.

Some moments later he arrived at the bridge. The Captain was in his ready room, so Joerg approached the door and pushed the button.

"Come in." the Captain's voice just answered and Joerg entered the room.

=/\= A Place for my Stuff =/\=
by Ensign Matthew Albrecht

The young ensign opened the locker that held his personal belongings. He had been on ship for a couple of weeks, learning his way around, but had not unpacked his sentimental possessions. It was a small box, containing just a few momentos collected during his short Starfleet career.

First out of the box was the authentic Cardassian Blade of Decision, imbedded in its traditional Chuk-block. The rusty dagger-like knife was a gift from Lieutenant Kavek on Starbase 117. They had formed a bond of sorts in their love for Cardassian law—each would try to out-do the other in attempts to re-try popular Federation trials by Cardassian rule. Albrecht believed that if Kavek ever practiced law on Cardassia Prime, the planet would be changed forever.

There was also a replica powdered lawyer’s wig, and an antique wooden gavel from Earth’s ancient British Navy. They were also gifts from the people he had worked with and for on the Starbase. Additionally, he had holoprints of his parents, posed in front of their estate on Tellar and in the house with their four cats. A meager collection of memories, but they made it homey. Besides, he had very little room for knick-knacks.

He placed the items carefully on two shelves near his bunk. The knife and the wig made great book-ends, except he had no books. In place of printed texts, Matthew placed six PADDs between the artifacts. He frequently arrayed several PADDs at a time around him for instant access to information from different sources when he studied. The gavel, positioned between the holoprints, went directly above his pillow in the recessed shelf there. Compared to his roommate, his collection was dreary and staid.

His roommate’s name was ensign Resting Hawk Talloak, a Native American of mixed heritage. Resting Hawk proudly displayed brightly-colored feathered headdresses, a tomahawk and an old Winchester repeating rifle. Ensign Albrecht admired the collection of polished geodes that stood on their shared table. Matthew found it humorous that Resting Hawk was so different than one might imagine him. He was a pale-skinned redheaded fellow with a cultured manner, rather than a bronze-skinned outdoorsman type.

Matthew shed his comfortable off-duty tunic, shorts and sandals and dressed in his gold security uniform. He was anxious to begin his regular position. Since coming aboard there had been orientations, drills and lots of make work while he waited to be given a regular post. Filling in where needed had kept the young ensign busy and given him the opportunity to experience many aspects of his job on the Galaxy. But the guessing had all ended that morning when he received word that he had been posted to Beta shift. He grinned broadly as he headed out the door. "Look out Beta shift, here I come!"

Ensign Matthew Albrecht
Security Officer
USS Galaxy NCC 70637

"Needle in a haystack"
by Jurelle Tash

***CMO's Log***

We are not getting very far with discovering how to cure the Drongarians of the virus afflicting them. We have yet to find a way to prevent them from catching the virus and are as yet unsure whether the Rhomboids are at risk or not. What we definately know to date is that lifeforms with iron based blood are safe and the away team remains safe from harm.

Dr Khan is making slow progress with the Drongarians on the planet and has been able to make the sick more comfortable and is doing her best to decrease the almost 100% mortality rate. The latest transport of specimens are now being processed and will, with any luck, yield more to aid our research. End Log.

Jurelle was tired. She had been looking at computer screens for hours, trying to cross-match known anti-viral agents against what was known of the virus with no success. Until they could isolate the virus there was little more they could do. They could begin testing antivirals but Jurelle had little hope it would be successful. Damn, she hated feeling so helpless. Why couldn't they isolate the virus. It was a relatively simple thing to do most of the time. What was making it so hard to find. They desperately needed more information about the virus Without further information about the virus all they could do was continue searching for the needle in the haystack.

Jurelle shivered when she thought about the possible origins of such a plague. This type of outbreak was reminiscent of the black plague of earth, many centuries ago. But the black plague had been relatively simple in comparison to this monster. Plagues of centuries past on any one of hundreds of planets were simply no match for today's medicine. Little in the field of virology had confounded starfleet medical in recent times. How this virus could exist naturally was a puzzle. Jurelle had suspicions, and knew Cat did too, that it could have been engineered although she hadn't yet been able to determine who, or what would do such a thing. The Rhomboids obviously had motive but Jurelle doubted they had the technology.

Jurelle sighed and went back to her blood and lung secretion samples, wishing, not for the first time and probably not for the last, that the universe was a simple place.

Jurelle Tash, CMO, USS Galaxy

" First officers log supplemental "
By Commander Coe

Negotiations on the planet are not going well. It seems the Dronegar's wish for peace is sincere however the Rhomboid remain arrogant and uncompromising in their terms for an end to this century long war.

Ambassador Lorn continues his efforts valiently, however deep down, I do not believe that a successful treaty can be formed and it is my view that hostilities will resume before the weeks end.

Against my will, Dr Khan, the medical official who has accompianed the away team, is currently investigating a deadly virus that has affected the people of Dronegar greatly. So far, specimens have been beamed up to the galaxy for further analysis and Dr Kahn has given the all clear on the possibility of the virus affecting the away team. Apparantely, the virus only affects species with a blood structure based on copper.

Lt Cmdr Sterner's job conducting the security force on the planet has been impressive. His professionalism whilst performing his job ensures him a bright future in starfleet. He is to be commended.

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Commander Coe

"Speculations"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Captain Price pivoted in his chair as Doctor Khatroweena exited his ready room. Looking out his observation window at the lush green world of Dronegar below, Lee pondered the thought that this deadly disease the Dronegarians were experiencing could possibly of come from a biological weapon.

The Captain's thoughts were interrupted when the door chime sounded.

"Come in." the Captain's voice just answered and Lieutenant Commander Sterner entered the room.

Joerg had a serious look on his face as he walked over to the Captain's desk, standing before him with a PADD in hand. Lee pivoted his chair back around to face the Chief of Security, motioning with his hand at the chairs in front of him.

"Pull up a chair 'mate." Lee said noticing the look on Sterner's face and PADD in hand, "To what do I owe this unexpected visit 'Commander?"

"A potential threat to these peace talks has been brought to my attention Sir. Lieutenant' Thomas has information about two Romulan agents, assassins, that have been reported to be either operating or passing though this sector. I believe Lieutenant' Thomas obtained this information using his Starfleet Intelligence connections Captain." Joerg handed Lee the PADD which he took and began looking over.

"I see, so the Lieutenant' is afraid that these Romulan agents are out to somehow disrupt the peace talks between the Rhomboid and Dronegar?"

"Not exactly Captain.," Sterner commented as Lee raised his head to look him in the eye and listen to what he had to say, "Lieutenant' Thomas believes these assassins have been sent to murder Ambassador Lorn."

The comment certainly surprised the Captain. "Really? And did Lieutenant' Thomas obtain that information from SI as well 'Commander?" the Captain's tone was some what sarcastic, but at the same time, some what expectant.

"No sir. That is merely the Lieutenant's own speculation." Joerg explained.

"I see 'Commander. Do you think there is merit in Thomas' speculation? I did note that Mister J'naii seemed very concerned for the Ambassador's well being?"

"As did I Captain. I spent hours reviewing the Galaxy's personnel records with Mister J'naii in order to assure him that the Galaxy was a safe place for Ambassador Lorn. I believe it would be a wise precaution to keep our eyes and ears open to the possibility Sir. With your permission, I'd like to double the amount of security presently on Dronegar for the Ambassador's protection."

"Do it 'mate. You might want to inform Mister J'naii of this as well, I am certain that he would want to know 'Commander."

"I was planning to sir." Joerg said, his look saddening slightly, enough for the Captain to take notice.

"Is there something else 'Commander?" Captain Price asked looking away from the PADD he was holding.

"Unfortunately, yes sir. It is about Lieutenant' Thomas Captain."

Lee placed the PADD down, giving his Chief of Security his full attention. From his expression, he could tell that this was a serious matter. "What is it 'mate?"

"After hearing about these Romulan operatives being in this area of space, the Lieutenant' took it upon himself to test the Security on the Galaxy while Ambassador Lorn was visiting with the senior staff in Ten Forward for supper. He found that he was easily able to slip in on the gathering with little trouble sir."

Lee nodded. "As I would expect seeing it was an informal gathering, and Lieutenant' Thomas is one of the officers aboard the ship. It's not like we had declared general quarters or anything..."

"I know sir, but the Lieutenant' has brought up a couple of valid points and offered to go over them with me so we can tighten ship board security. I look forward to the Lieutenant's unique insights, given his back ground." Joerg's eye caught the Captain's again... his look growing more serious. "That is not what is troubling me sir."

"What is it 'Commander? Let's hear it 'mate." Lee said flatly.

"Sir, Lieutenant' Thomas admitted that while he was prowling around, testing ship's security measures, he was supposed to be on duty on the bridge."

Lee nodded, his expression relaxing some what. "I see. So the Lieutenant' played a little hooky and let another officer cover his shift. That's not so bad 'Commander."

Joerg shook his head. "No Sir. The Lieutenant' had one of his holograms report to duty for him. An AHE construct made to look like himself."

Captain Price let out a gasp. "The same portable holograms that he's demonstrated to me?" Lee couldn't believe that one of his own officers could be so irresponsible.

"The same Sir, though Lieutenant' Thomas assures me that he's made improvements over the 'General Lee' model he let you test a while back."

The veins on the side of the Captain's neck were tightening. "That hologram had several program loops that were harmless for entertainment, but simply not acceptable for a position as critical to the ship as Operations. What would of happened if the Galaxy would of encountered an emergency situation? If we'd fallen under attack, or needed to have our power systems rerouted in some unique way? Or if a fellow crew member needed first aid, or an ODN line erupted and shorted out the AHE's holomatrix?"

"I know Captain. It was a dumb thing to do, and that is why Lieutenant' Thomas was hesitant to bring this information to me initially. However, he decided that the safety of the ship, and Ambassador Lorn was more important than the regulations he'd broken. He is prepared to face the consequences for his actions sir... whatever they might be."

Captain Price pressed himself back into his chair. For a long moment he sat in silence, absorbing what his Chief of Security had just informed him about Lieutenant' Thomas' actions. He was a good officer, Thomas, but his actions could not simply be dismissed as over eagerness.

"Have the Lieutenant' relieved of duty and confined to his quarters until further notice 'Commander."

"Aye Captain." Joerg said with a nod.

"And have a security officer posted on his door 'mate. I don't want Chris pulling any of his SI stunts while on board."

"Will do Captain." Joerg said, then added, "He predicted that would be your reaction sir. He said something about Starfleet Intelligence still wanting him back. Just for your information sir."

Lee's expression soured slightly. He didn't like being predictable. "I will keep that in mind 'Commander. However for now, we are not in a position to deal with Lieutenant' Thomas' breach of Starfleet protocols. But I can not ignore this flag that he has raised up either."

"Sir?" 'Commander Sterner asked, not quite following along.

"I just spoke to Doctor Khatroweena. She left only a few minutes before you came in. The initial analysis on the blood and tissue samples that Doctor Kahn gathered from the infected Dronegarians indicates a very volatile, contagious virus resembling the Ebola strain, with slight differences. For one, it only seems to infect life forms with a copper based circulatory system."

Joerg nodded as the Captain spoke, not interrupting as he continued to explain.

"When I asked the Doctor to speculate on the origin of this virus, she offered to do a search of the Federation databases to see if there has been any recent activity in this sector of space. However she didn't believe so. Viruses of this type have not been seen since the Federation abandoned the use of biogenic weaponry many decades ago."

The Chief of Security had a glint of realization in his eye as the Captain explained. "So you think that the Rhomboid have manufactured some sort of biological weapon and used it against the Dronegar Captain?"

"I don't know what to think at this point 'mate. Doctor Khatroweena seems to believe that neither the Rhomboid nor the Dronegar have the medical or scientific technology to create such a deadly strain of disease. And I must admit, I find that hard to believe as well."

"Still sir, they are suffering from this virus. They had to of gotten it from somewhere..." Joerg stated.

"Aye. But to jump to the conclusion that it came from a weapon is premature at this point. They could of just as easily have been infected by a stopping merchant ship or something. The Medical and Science departments are working on isolating the virus. That should give us more information to go on..."

Joerg could tell the Captain was smelling some sort of foul play. "You don't think that these Romulan agents Lieutenant' Thomas has mentioned could possibly be involved in biological warfare? Just to eliminate Ambassador Lorn?"

Lee shook his head. "No 'mate, I don't. The Romulans are more subtle than that. As cruel and barbaric as the Romulan Star Empire is capable of being, wiping out the population of an entire planet just to assassinate one man is not something they would do."

"I agree sir." Joerg said with a nod.

"Do me a favor 'mate," Captain Price asked, "be the one to relieve Lieutenant' Thomas and escort him to his quarters quietly. I'll inform Lieutenant Casey and have him adjust the duty roster for Ops accordingly."

"Will do Captain." Lieutenant Commander Sterner answered with a nod.

"If there is nothing else 'mate?" Lee asked looking at Joerg.

"No sir." The Chief of Security said raising out of his chair. He could tell that the Captain had a lot of things to think about now with the recent turn of events on board the Galaxy. "I'll see to Lieutenant' Thomas, then double the security measures down on Dronegar."

"Very good 'Commander. Keep me posted on anything out of the ordinary 'mate."

"I'll keep my eyes peeled Captain." Joerg said with a slight rising of his lips that resembled a forced smile.

"'Appreciate that 'mate." Lee said with a nod as the Chief of Security turned and exited his ready room.

Pivoting back around, Lee once again looked out his observation window at Dronegar below. With a sigh, he reached for the PADD the Chief of Security just left and began reading the Starfleet Intelligence files on these two Romulan agents more thoroughly.

"Restriction"
By Lt. (jg) Thomas

Chris had already returned to his quarters when Joerg requested to enter. Chris and him had already talked about what the captain's reaction and insuring action would be. Thus the reason he had returned to his quarters after having finished a meal.

"Enter" Chris responded to the buzzer

They talked briefly. Joerg seemed sad at having to relieve Thomas of duty, but Chris had already expected it.

*** An hour later ***

Lt. (jg) Thomas's personal log, stardate 49710.06. I have been relieved of duty and confined to my quarters for the duration of this mission. Which comes of no surprise, as my action which openly stated have earned me this lovely view of my room for who knows how long. Given the fact that I haven't exactly been a shinning figure in the captain's crew nor I have done anything that would impress him, but that was within or appropriate at the time of such action. I guess for the next several months my life on the Galaxy isn't going to be pleasant.

I have dismantled the AHE's and wiped the memory banks clean, well at least what I could do form my room and my limited access to the computer. I wonder what happens to me if the crew is ordered to abandon ship or something to that effect, do I get to go down with the ship or do I get see the inside of the brig from a closer perspective.

Normally most people would get mad at the captain or the officer who relieved them of duty. However I knew exactly what to expect, thus my earlier return to my quarters. I wonder what the captain thought assuming Joerg past along my interpretation of what his reaction and the action he'd take. Most people don't like having someone be able to judge what their reaction will be given certain conditions. Which I can't say I blame them, but when you have live on the ability to responded to others actions it comes in handy.

I figure it won't take long before what I did gets out and everyone on the ship knows about it, I guess I won't have any friends on the ship. Well not that I have had many to start with, but then I guess I spend more time working on this or that project than I spend socializing with my fellow crew members.

Since I have the time and assuming I still some general access, I'll probably sit down later and read the latest news. Which hopefully I find something to be gratefully I'm not in their shoes sort of thing.

***End personal log.

I can't believe I have been so stupid I get the chance to get away form the life that cost me my wife and then I am willing to return to that life just because I mess here at current posting. Perhaps I was never meant to leave or have a life that was subdued and momentous. Perhaps I was expected and should be living my life on the edge never really knowing if I'll wake up the next day. Living like that was certainly interesting it always keep me on my toes and I never looked back at some of the crazier stunts I pulled when I was living that way.

** Hours later **

Chris just feel a sleep on the floor, he wasn't concerned about where he slept that night. He laid there and feel asleep alone and in despair, though he'd only be confined to quarters for less than day which wasn't the bad thing. Relieved of duty and the fact that formally repermaid would appear in his record something that never appeared in one's record when working for SI. Though of course not much anything appeared in one's record that was true, a half truth or utterly false.

He spent the rest of the night and the next day sleeping on the floor only bothering to get when had to. He was tired.

Chris Patton

"The Life Of A Security Officer Can Be Boring"
By Ensign William Patrick Boone
Security Officer, USS Galaxy

****Holodeck 2****

"Level 10," William said. The computer beeped in reply. William readed his phaser. The targets came flying in, the small dots flying like crazy in the air, zig zaging.

William fired, striking one of them down. Again and again he fired, taking out more targets. A few minutes later he was done with the program. It was to e

asy. He recorded his score and sent it to Lt.jg Chanor for review.

He checked the time. Gamma shift started in an hour. He still had many things to do.

****Ensign Boone's Quarters****

After his shower, William sat down on his bed. Security, he thought. Why am I in security, I should have been a tactical officer, at least they get to be on the bridge. He smiled, as he pulled on his uniform. He picked up his single pip, and placed it on the uniform collar.

He walked over to the replicator. Had twenty minutes until he had to go on duty. He felt like having dinner. "Steak, garlic mashed potatos, corn, and Vulcan Tea," he ordered.

It replicated and he set the food down on the table. He started to eat in silence enjoying the scene of the planet below from his small personal quarters.

****Gamma Shift Duty****

"Ensign Boone," Lt.jg Chanor called. "Yes sir," Boone replied. "Your job today is to make rounds of the decks, check all vital areas on each deck," "Yes sir," William replied, taking the data PADD that Lt.jg Chanor handed him.

The Life Of A Security Officer Can Be Boring, William thought, as he trudged towards the turbolift.

****End Of Gamma Shift****

William handed his data PADD to Lt.jg Chanor. "Very good," was the only reply that came from the Lieuteanant. William left, he needed a drink.

****Ten Forward****

William sat at a table next to the window. He sipped his Strawberry Daqiore, as he looked out the window, watching the planet below. He finished the last of the drink and left, still wondering why he was in security.

He liked starfleet and all but he still didn't see why he was in security. He shruged his shoulders and headed back to his quarters, he needed some sleep.

"Going Nowhere"
Ensign Leslie Wilson

***

Leslie walked back to her chambers. It had been a long day of talks. Talks filled with bickering. The talks were going nowhere. Leslie just wanted to be back on the Galaxy. In her quarters, in her bed, where she could adjust the room tempruture. She laughed. She was homesick and her home was in orbit.

A few more days, she thought to herslef, then you will be home.

The chambers looked the same as they had the day before. Leslie walked over to her bed, and layed down. She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the Galaxy.

***Next Morning***

Leslie awoke early. After a shower, she put on her uniform. She was going to jog around the complex. The sun was just begining to creep over the horizon. She began her jog.

***Peace Talks***

The same thing happened at the Peace Talks that had happened every other day since they had started. The two parties bickered, and fought with each other.

The talks went nowhere, and everyone went back to there chambers at the end of the day, tired, and angry becuase the talks were going nowhere.

"Duty Calls"
by Ensign Tebrianne Bancroft

Tebrianne stood in the turbolift, barely able to contain her enthusiasm. She was practically dancing at the thought of doing some bridge duty. She hadn't been on the bridge yet, and this would be her first time piloting the Galaxy.

The doors slid open, and Tebrianne stepped, tentatively, onto the bridge. She looked around in awe, forgetting to close her mouth.

"Lost, Ensign?" a voice asked from the command chair. It was Lieutenant Casey. He was a gorgeous man. Tebrianne stared at him for a moment, her mouth moving soundlessly.

"N-No, uh sir" Tebrianne stammered. "Just my first time on the bridge."

"I see," Deiran smiled. "The helm is right over there." He gave her a broad grin and a wink. Tebrianne smiled and made her way over to the helm.

Her purple hair contrasted with most of the rest of the bridge crew, but she was used to that. She slid into place behind the helm. Tebrianne ran a quick diagnostic on her station, just to make sure everything was normal. She checked the ships heading, and the last course change. Everything looked to be in order. There wasn't much that she could do. The ship was orbitting the planet, so there wasn't going to be much other than slight corrections in case it decayed at all.

Tebrianne felt a presence behind her. A quick glance told her it was Lt. Casey.

"Everything in order?" he asked, scanning the panel.

"Everything looks cool, Lieutenant," Tebrianne said with a grin. "The orbit has only decayed point oh-oh-seven since it was set. I can correct it if you'd like."

"Your call, helmsman," Deiran said with a smile and turned back to the command chair.

"Aye, sir," Tebrianne said, and quickly made the appropriate course correction.

Tebrianne settled back into her chair, sneaking a look around the bridge every now and again. She tried to keep the smile from her face, but had a very hard time with it. First time on the bridge, piloting the ship. This was what she had been dreaming of for the last seven years.

Tebrianne ran a finger along the edge of the helm station, checking it for dust. None. She smiled and refocused herself on her duties. She still had eight hours to go.

"The Favor..."
By Lt(jg) Hunter McKenzie Asst. Tactical Officer

Mac wondered the hallways with no particular destination. Tarsis had told him what he wanted in exchange for the gloves. It seemed simple enough, But thats's what worried him. Tarsis didn't do anything up front, much less...honest. All Mac had to do was find the item and trade it...simple. So what was he worried about.

Mac walked in to Ten forward and saw the preson that he was looking for. As he approached the table, he coughed slightly. When the tables occupant looked up. Mac smiled.

"Hi! Can I Join you?" said Mac as he pulled out a chair

"Microadventures, Part I"
by Lt. (JG) Greer Erikson & Dr. Felicia Khatroweena

***Science Lab 12, Biocontainment level 3 ***

Greer was working on some of the blood sample that Dr. Kahn had sent to the ship. "Ah, cuproglobin!" he thought to himself. The bright green fluid lay in the vial. The unsuspecting observer may not be aware it contains a brutal virus which was causing havok on Dronegar but it was certainly there.

"Erikson to Khatroweena" Greer said tapping his communicator. He required Cat's help with some of the preliminary blood genome analysis.

[Cat here Greer] Cat replied with a jaded quality in her voice.

"Are you alright Cat?

[Fine, fine, fine. I just finished a meeting with the Captain and well I'm . . . .]

"Cat, don't worry. How about meeting for dinner. My quarters in approximately 15 minutes" he suggested.

[Ah . . . OK Greer. Until then] ending the communication.

"Computer, initiate security lockout procedures. Authorisation Erikson-2-2-Gamma." He was sure he wasn't going to be responsible for any security breeches. "Erikson to Security"

[Yes sir] a young voice replied.

"I need someone here to safeguard Science Lab 12" Greer said "Only the senior staff, and essential science and medical are allowed to have access"

[Security records indicate that the lab is already under a security lockout sir]

"I know, I just need to make sure. We have Vulcan and a part-Romulan on this ship - if this virus gets out of the labs or Sickbay . . . . " Greer began to imagine the horror "it would be an extremely tragic event!"

[Understood. Security out.]

***Erikson's Quarter***

Greer suspected that Cat had been a little overwhelmed after her meeting with the Captain. He knew the feeling well after the Sigma II mission. Meeting your commanding officer and being responsble for interacting with him (or her) in a mission can be overwhelming when you've only been recently assigned to a starship.

"Two serves of fettuccine pinne" Greer told the replicator unit. Almost instantaneously two plates of this rich cheese and herb fettuccine appeared. He picked they up and placed them on the table.

The tabel was set. Formal yet relaxing. He didn't want to make Cat uncomfortable, nor their working relationship. Two plates of fettuccine pinne, each with a side server of a Vulcan dish that looked like a Meditterranean salad of sorts, and two glasses of red syntheholic wine. A real Italianesque meal. Well except for the Vulcan dish it was.

The door chime sounded. "Come." With that Cat strolled in less than fluently.

"Oh, that's nice" she said commenting on the table setting.

"I am glad you approve" Greer said with satisfaction. "Please take a seat" he said pulling out the chair for her. She sat down a little flattered that he was paying so much attention to her.

"Fettuccine. . . . " she said trying to remember the name of the dish. ''. . . pinne"

"Indeed. I thought you might prefer a cheese sauce as compared to a tomato sauce" Greer said.

"Very considerate. Where's Jasey" she said.

Greer was worried that his attempt to make her mre comfortable wasn't succeeding. "Jasey!" he called out. Several minutes later the other cat came out and walked directly to Cat.

"Hello little one"she said patting Jasey on the head. Jasey and Cat seemed to get along better than Greer had ever seen before.

"Remind if I ever have to leave the ship that Jasey can come and stay with you" he suggested.

"I would like that" Cat replied

***An hour later***

The two of them had finished their meal and begun talking about their respective projects regarding their work on the Dronegar virus. Once settled, Cat could be kept quiet. Greer didn't mind though because at least she seemed more relaxed than when she arrived. He also knew that it wasn't because of the syntheholic wine!

"I cannot believe the damage that thing does" Greer said offering Cat a cup of tea.

"I know. The worst is yet to be seen I think" she said a little grimly.

"Well, I am confident it won't get to that" he said attempting to quickly change the mood. "The Dronegar don't have access to some of the Federation's most advanced biomedical technologies." She noded in agreement.

***Science Lab 12, Biocontainment level 3 - two hours later***

Over dinner and supper Greer and Cat had begun the process of collaboration. Dr. Kahn was still on the surface and continued to send new data to the ship in an effort to help understand the macroscopic process of the Dronegar virus. Cat and Greer, meanwhile, began the work on the microscopic processes. Genetics, biochemistry, possible evolutionary realtionships between the virus itself, any which way they thought might give them an advantage on solving this little mystery.

"Computer, analyse levels of the erthrocytic components ankyrin-1, beta-spectrin and band 3 proteins and compare with known Dronegar standards." Greer said to the computer "Audible readout."

[Ankyrin-1 present at 116.7% above normal, beta-spectrin present 118.2% above normal, band 3 protein present 111.3% above normal]

"Cat, the computer is detecting elevated levels of erythrocytic proteins responsible for the cellular stabilitly of Dronegar blood cells" he said trying to comprehend the new data "I just don't get it . . . . unless the blood cells were being destroyed somehow."

"That would seem consistant with the formation of microvesicles" Cat said "the blood cells are probably being destroyed intracellularly by the virus resulting in the loss of cell membrane components."

"I'll agree with you on that" he said supporting the hyporthesis. "Afterall the Ebola virus of the pandemics of late 20th century Earth did something very similar."

"Computer, begin genome analysis" Cat said. The machine began to make a faintly audible hum as it carried out the task. Looking at the screen he could see the double helix of the DNA with the nucleotides being sequenced.

"So you're a DNA virus are you!" Greer exclaimed as if the first stage of defeating it was already underway. The two officers knew, however, that this was simply an initial step in a long process to discover how to combat the invasive pathogen.

"Computer, increase sequencing by 25%" the nucleotide sequencing increased to comply with Greer's request. "It always amazes me how such a small genome can have such devastating effects on large organisms like humanoids."

[Genomic sequencing completed] the computer's stoic voice interrupted.

"I know what you mean" she said obviously having thought that many times herself.

"Cat have a look at this" Greer brought her attention to some of the information on the screen "this is a large virus by Terran standards."

"I would say at least 145% larger" she said in agreement "and by Caitan standards also. It even has overlapping genes which should condense the amount of genetics information required."

"Very interesting" he said to himself "Very interesting indeed."

"Indeed" Cat confirmed.

The two looked at each other.

"Slow"
USS Galaxy
Lt. Deiran Casey

[Lt. Casey, please see me in my office?] the Captain asked over the comm.

"Aye sir, right away," Casey stood up and watched as Ensign Kagitingan took his seat.

Casey walked to the entrance of the Ready Room and waited to be allowed in. Casey walked in and saw the captain looking out the window, observing the green planet of Dronegar.

"Lt. Casey here sir as you requested," Casey said, standing at attention.

"At ease Lieutenant. Have a seat," the Captain said. "Cup of coffee?" Captain Price asked.

"Thank you sir," Casey walked over to the replicator and asked, "Cappuccino, coconut cream with French vanilla cream, cool whip on top," Casey looked to the Captain and smiled.

"You always know what you want right Deiran?" the Captain smiled as he said it.

"Aye sir, it’s the only way I know how to be."

"I heard about your father becoming Chief Of Operations, that was quite a promotion. I also received word that a civilian on Earth has requested to visit," the Captain looked at a PADD sitting on his desk and then continued, "one Lieutenant Deiran Casey and has requested permission to stay for one week."

"Really sir? Who might that be?" Casey asked.

"An Alexa Casey," the Captain replied.

Deiran’s face looked as bright as the sun, he missed his sister. He smiled, a smile so wide it almost covered his face.

"I figure you can arrange proper quarters for her right Lieutenant?" the captain asked, smiling. The captain enjoyed being with Casey.

"Yes sir, I look forward to seeing her."

"Your father has become one of the most powerful men in Starfleet. Which will make promotions much easier for you to get. I imagine this isn’t sitting well with you?" the Captain asked, as he sipped his drink.

Deiran knew that he was up for another promotion soon. In the past, it took well over two months to get word on promotions after the Captain recommended an officer for promotion, especially after an officer was a Lieutenant(JG).

The fact that his father would naturally put his promotions through with ease infuriated Casey, he wanted those promotions like a Ferengi wanted latinum, but he wanted to earn them.

"No sir, it’s made me mad. I’m happy for my father, he’s worked hard. But, there’s nothing I can do now to stop my father having a hand in my career."

"May I give you some advice Lieutenant?" the Captain asked. The Captain seemed to have a lot on his mind, but was needing to just chat as he mulled over all that weighed on his mind.

"Yes, sir, I would appreciate it."

"Promotions are hard to come by in Starfleet, take them if you can get them. Just do your job and people will see you’ve earned those promotions no matter what," the Captain had a lot on his mind and Casey just sat and listened.

The two men must’ve talked for 20 minutes. Casey was really the only bridge officer besides Lt. Blair that Captain Price could talk to. As Casey finished his coffee, the Captain brought up the whole reason why he was talking with Casey anyway. "I’ve had to relieve Lt.(JG) Thomas of duty and confine him to quarters until further notice. So you’ll need to reschedule Beta Shift. I won’t give you any details at this time, and can’t say when he’ll be available for duty."

This hit Casey like a brick, Thomas was one of his best officers.

"Okay sir, I’ll put Ensign Trinker on Beta Shift and assign Ensign Hughes as his back-up. Is that all sir?"

"Yes, that’s it Lieutenant," the captain stated.

Casey stood up and replaced his cup in the replicator, it disappeared. "Thank you for your time Captain."

Casey walked out of the Ready Room and returned to the Ops station. He wrote a letter to Ensign Trinker and Ensign Hughes concerning the Beta shift schedule changes. He looked over at his wife and smiled.

Things were slow, except for the rescheduling in beta shift.

"Sad News"
by Lieutenant Commander Joerg Sterner
Chief of Security, USS Galaxy

After he left the Captain's ready room, Joerg went back to the Security office. Since it was still Alpha shift, Lieutenant K'arta was sitting at the desk and working on reports. As she saw him enter the office he motioned her to stay seated.

"I haven't expected you to be on the Galaxy right now, sir." she said astonished.

"I had a very important security business to attend here. It concerns Lieutenant' Thomas. I can't give you any details right now, but I want you to change his security level to a minimum and post a security guard in front of his quarters. He has been confined to his cabin by the Captain." he started.

He was just about to leave again, when he remembered another thing.

"Also contact three security officer to meet me in Transporter room three in ten minutes." he added.

"Aye sir." K'arta replied.

"Thank you Lieutenant." he then said and this time left the security office.

He then went straight to the nearest turbo lift and was on his way to meet with Lieutenant Thomas. Once he arrived he was pleased to see that Ensign Harris was already guarding the door. 'Lieutenant K'arta is doing her job very well.' he thought. Harris stood straight once he saw the Chief.

Joerg pushed the button, waited for the "Enter." from inside and entered the room. From the look on Joerg's face Lieutenant Thomas immediately knew what the Captain said.

"I'm sorry to inform you, that the Captain ordered me to relieve you of duty and confine you to your quarters." Joerg said.

"It is as I told you. I shouldn't have told you about the whole thing at all." Thomas replied.

"It's not the end of the world Lieutenant'. Consider it to be some free time to do what you wanted to do for a long time. Read a book perhaps, or help me tighten the Galaxy's security system." Joerg offered him.

"But I'm confined to my quarters. How am I supposed to do anything, when I'm not allowed to leave here."

"For now that is correct. But I'll send you Ensign Mason. She is one of the best computer security experts. Together you can work out a plan to increase the effectiveness of this ship's security protocols. And once you have proven to be a loyal member of this crew, I'm sure you'll be pardoned by the Captain."

"We'll see. But thanks for the offer sir." Thomas said.

Joerg thought that he probably wanted to be alone now and left his quarters.

After that he was on his way to Transport room three to meet with the three additional security officers for the peace talks. When he entered he saw them, the Ensigns Albrecht, Aaron, and Sanchez. They stood still and waited for the 'Commander to give them their orders.

"The Froid"
by Ensign Campbell

Ensign Campbell panted. He opened the front of his uniform. It was hot on Dronegar, the sun big and bright kept pounding on Chris' head. He had to get inside soon or he would faint.

On his way to the room he had been given he passed a fountain. In the middle of the fountain a statue stod, it looked like a frode Lt. Commander Sterner had descriped after his hunt. Clear water poured out of the frode's mouth.

The water reminded Chris of how thirsty he was so he went over to the fountain and put his head under the water.

"Aaah!" he said as he stod up and cold water dripped down his back.

"You federation-people aren't used to our climat, I guess."

Chris spun around. His face and head dripping water. It was Puregaro, a young Dronegar female assigned to guide the Federation delegation. This surprised Chris, her voice was dark. He had expected a male.

He wiped the water from his face onto his sleeve. "Hi, Puregaro. No I'm not used to this heat. Where I come from, the planet Earth,the climate is a lot cooler." Giving the sky a glance he added, "And the sun isn't as bright either."

Puregaro graciously jumped up in the air and landed next to Christopher by the fountain. "Tell me about earth!" she said. "Other places and planets always interest me."

"Well, Puregaro..."

"Call me Garo" she said and blinked at him.

"OK, Garo. But I don't have time to tell you a hole lot. The peacetalks will start again in five minutes. The breaks aren't very long, I'm afraid."

Garo streched her long, and scaly Chris noted, legs towards the water and dipped her feet in it. She looked up at him, squinting because of the sun. "So, chose the good parts."

"The earth is covered mostly by oceans, lake's and rivers. There a lot of plants, forests and meadows. Not many deserts at all. But what I like the most are the mountains."

"You make it sound like deserts and heat are less worth..." Garo replied.

"Did I? I didn't mean to. It's just... I like earth."

"We all like what we're used to. I like Dronegar, the sun and the heat... But, you know what? I think I'd like earth, too."

"Now, tell me about Dronegar. Tell me about... the statue in the fountain. It's a frode, right?"

Garo smiled. "Yes, it's a Frode. He has just recieved his deathblow from a male." She jumped up on her feet and stabbed holes in the air in front of her with an imaginary spear. "The water coming out of its mouth represents, the blod, the life flowing out of him!" The sun reflected of her scaly legs.

"The Frode", said another voice, "represents one way, the best way, to improvement: by defeating your enemys." It was Hasshin, a young warrior, assigned to be the delegations bodyguard, who had spoken.

"Don't you think it's possible to improve another way?" Chris asked.

"You were not listening, my friend. I said; improvment by defeating your enemys is the BEST way, not the only way."

"I cannot agre. The Federation..." Chris started to object.

"The Federation! This is not about the Federation! It's about the Dronegar and our way. 'The Frode' is our way!" Garo yelled at him. "Niether you or the the Rhomboids are going to change that! Not if I have anythign to say about it!" With that she left Chris and Hasshin by the fountain.

Chris looked at Hasshin. He looked back. "She feels strongly about this" he said. "As we all do."

Lt. Paran had just stepped into security for another Gamma shift when Lieutenant Arcas, on his way out, filled him in on what had been happening.

"Chanor," he started, "Been a fairly eventful Beta shift, let me fill you in." he started. One Chanor give him his attention, he continued,

"First, Lieutenant Thomas is confined to quarters, I've had Ensign Mason guard him through this shift. You'll need to send someone to relive him."

"Can I ask why he's been relived?" asked Chanor.

"I'm not sure. Lieutenant K'arta told me. She's as much in the dark as I am, though Commander Sterner knows. Anyway, you'll need someone down there." he continued, taking a short breath, "Ensign Sanchez has been ordered by Commander Sterner down to the planet. Seems he's worried about not enough security there. So, you'll be one person down this shift."

Chanor looked about and noticed that Ensign Sanchez was not about. No worry, he thought, there are plenty of others to fill the gap.

"Next," continued Lieutenant Arcas, "A security officer is needed in Science Lab 12. Seems Lieutenant Erikson is less than pleased by just security protocols. Seems he wants an actual body to guard the virus whilst it's being studied."

Chanor nodded and Arcas continued.

"I think that's about it. See you tomorrow." finished Arcas as he headed out with the other officers.

Chanor looked around, picked up a PADD and called the newest security officer in Gamma over.

"Ensign Boone," he called.

"Yes sir," Boone replied.

"Your job today is to make rounds of the decks, check all vital areas on each deck,"

"Yes sir," William replied, taking the data PADD that he handed him. He left, performing his duty.

Next, he checked who was left for duty. He sent Lieutenant Quall to perform routine rounds, whilst he sent Ensign Taylor to relieve Ensign Mason on Lieutenant Thomas' door. He ordered him to be vigilant, expecting trouble. Ensign Mason looked a little shocked, but nodded his head nonetheless.

He was about to call Ensign Sanchez to go to Science Lab 12, when he remembered she was down on Dronegar. Instead, he ordered Ensign Sepel, a vulcan, to look after security for Gamma, something the Ensign seemed very happy to do, and headed down to Science Lab 12 himself, finding Lieutenant Mohler on duty in the lab.

"Lieutenant," he called to Andreas, "I'm here to relieve you." Mohler, nodded his head, looking down at Chanor as he headed out, and Chanor turned to inspect his surroundings.

Lieutenant JG Paran, USS Galaxy

"Old Memories"
By Ensign William Patrick Boone
Security Officer, USS Galaxy

****Ensign Boone's Quarters****

William sat in his quarters. The box from Mitch had finaly arrived. Boone took the box and placed it on the floor. Sitting down next to it he pryed the lid off of it.

Dust came out of the box, which William brushed away with his hand. Many old style earth 'movies' were in the box. He picked up a data PADD. It was a message from Mitch.

*******

Boone,

Hope you enjoy this small collection of movies. I know you liked these old time things so I did some research and got some for you. Come see me when you get a vacation, its been a long time.

Mitch

*******

Boone put the PADD down some pain in his eyes. It had been almost two years since he had seen Mitch. He picked up the first movie

The Terminator

Then the titles were as follows,

Halloween

Halloween 2

Last Action Hero

Platoon

Back To The Future

Boone placed all of the movies on his desk. He liked all of them, they where great movies. He walked over to his computer terminal, he had to thank Mitch.

He sent Mitch a short message stating his thanks, and then went to go replicate a VCR, so he could watch the movies.

"A Working Day"
By Ensign John Prescott

****Main Engineering, Gamma Shift****

John added the final modifcation to his project. It should work, they would know when they went to warp. Standing over his shoulder, watching him work, was Lt.jg Boudreau. This made John a little nervous but he kept working.

Moving over to the warp core, he checked the readings. Everything was in place. He needed to draw up his final report. Alpha shift started in an hour.

****Main Engineering, Alpha Shift****

"Hows it going John?" Lt.jg Mercury asked. "Well sir, my project is complete, once we go to warp it will be put to work," "Good work Prescott, I look forward to reading your report," David said, before heading off in the other direction.

John sighed. With his project finished, and he wouldn't have to moniter it since they were not in warp, John went about doing daily work. Running diagnostics on the computers, and helping out anyone that needed it.

At the end of the day he was tired, and he needed to relax. He decided to go to the holodeck to relive some of the tension.

"Tension"
by Lt.(jg) K'arta

Just before K'arta left her quarters for duty, she noticed the flashing of her computer screen. Quickly she opened the new message and scanned it. Lt. Commander Sterner was leaving her in charge of the ship's security and in charge of preparing an assult team as a precaution. A rush of excitement ran through the Klingon assistant security chief as she realized that she would finally get a chance to prove her abilities to her collegues and herself.

Arriving at the security office K'arta first surveyed the security department to find out which officers would be available to comprise the team. Arcas was the first K'arta thought of, but he was with Sterner on the planet already. Harris, Boone and Mohler were good candidates in K'arta's eyes, but now she had to decide who would lead the team. In a way she wanted to lead, but then she also had to consider Paran. He was as good a choice as herself.

"Computer, record message to Lt.(jg) Paran." K'arta began.

[Ready.] the machine answered.

"Greetings, Lieutenant. I would like your input on an assult team Commander Sterner asked me to assemble. Currently I am considering Ensigns Harris, Boone and Lieutenant Mohler. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated. End message and send to Lt.(jg) Paran." the computer beeped in reply to confirm her message.

Turning to the amazing pile of padds on the desk, K'arta attacked them with a vengance. Twelve standard duty reports and four holodeck training reports later, she was beginning to get frustrated. During the review, the padd she was making notes in began to malfunction. K'arta grabbed another padd and was able to transfer most of the information over, but before she finished, the first padd froze up. In a blind fit of anger, she slammed the malfunctioning padd down on the desk, startling another officer nearby. He quickly looked away as she met the glance with an angry glare. A slight tingling met her fingertips as she quickly jerked her hand away and noticed a few sparks emanating from the display. A look of surprise and sheepishness crossed her face, but vanished quickly when she realized that the injured padd would have to be taken to engineering.

The Klingon slightly resented being thrown into the chief position without being able to speak to her superior before Sterner left for the away mission. There were so many little things that she had to do that she hadn't really realized before. A separate exam of the duty roster to make sure all shifts were adequately covered while Sterner, Arcas and Campbell were gone. Preparation of the assult team and reviewing and approving reports.

After a couple minor shifts in personnel, K'arta turned the office to Lt.(jg) Mohler for Beta shift to begin. Carrying two padds from the security office, she headed for engineering. K'arta stood near the doorway watching the engineers work before one finally approached the security officer.

"Can I help you, Lieutenant?" he asked.

"Um...as a matter of fact you can. This padd malfunctioned on me." she handed him the slightly scorched apparatus.

"What happened to it?" the man's eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know, one minute it was working, and the next it was dead." K'arta purposely left out the fact that she'd slammed it down on her desk. Engineers usually don't want to know all the details.

"I'll see what I can do." the engineer turned and rejoined the other engineers.

Relieved that she didn't have to do any more explaining, K'arta headed for the holodeck. On her way she asked the computer if any were available and she reserved a time slot. By the time she'd arrived, though, the holodeck she'd reserved was taken. Now extremely annoyed, she barged in on the program and was greeted with a sneer by the same man who'd insisted that she and Ensign Campbell leave after their target practice. The Klingon security officer decided that enough was enough and confronted the man. As she finished, he just picked up his belongings, shut the program down, sneered again and left.

K'arta sighed with relief as the holodeck doors hissed shut leaving her alone in the middle of the yellow on black grid.

"Computer, load program Security Alpha-12. Create a mace and shield for me." the Klingon commanded.

"Program complete. Begin when ready." the computer responded.

K'arta picked up the spiked weapon and turned toward her opponent. The armoured villian stood relaxed with his swor

d arm at his side. K'arta moved within range and took up an agressive posture. The hologram responded by mimicing her stance. With a slight movement of her wrist, the Klingon started swinging the spiked ball in a circle. A satisified grin spread over her face as she heard the swish of the chain and spikes. The opponents circled each other, trying to find the other's weak spot. Finally K'arta felt she had enough momentum built up, she feinted to the left drawing the hologram's shield away from his body and she attacked from the right. The mace slammed into her opponents lower back with an audible crunch. It was answered by an animalistic snarl from K'arta.

The hologram staggered, but didn't fall. He swung around almost immediatly and tried to separate the Klingon from her head. The blow glanced off her upraised shield as she ducked. The hologram recovered quickly and struck again. As K'arta blocked the sword with her shield she let fly with the mace and imbedded several of the spikes in his shield. With a growl she jerked the mace handle back trying to free it. Her opponent grunted as he resisted. The pair were locked together for a few moments as each were trying to free their weapons. Finally they broke loose. K'arta ended the match with a single blow that smashed down from above, crushing her opponent's skull.

K'arta changed weapons and battled on the holodeck for another hour and a half before she finally had worked all her frustrations and anger out. She almost began a different, more relaxing program, but her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten in quite some time. She brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and headed for Ten Forward.

"One of Life's Little Mysteries"
by Ensign Kagitingan, J.M., Operations Officer, USS GALAXY NCC 70637

The small corner of the ship that James called home was a typical small stateroom assigned to a junior officer. The young operation officer's quarters seemed small compared to the other residential apartments. And some of the other junior officers had more space, but then again they share it with a room-mate.

Free traders, corsairs and Klingons would consider his stateroom fit for a monarch or a VIP so James was thankful for what he had. The Federation put a premium on the quality life of those who served aboard starships. And yet dependents were no longer being allowed on some ships and living space was very minimal. James found the trend in Starfleet disturbing.

It was more than a bachelor pad, furnished and spacious enough for one inhabitant but not extravagantly so. The entrances to the head and a small bedroom were off to one side of a combined living-dining and work area. The major features of his apartment included a sofa and an arm chair that surrounded a bland coffee table. He had requested a workstation so he could work on the computer system from his quarters. The terminal sat on a work-study desk by a transparent panel set in the hull. It offered a decent view of space above the Galaxy's saucer section.

Unlocking and opening his suitcase, James quickly surveyed several items strewn among the clothing he had yet to unpack. A small velvet box, an amber-tinted duraglass bottle... James stopped to pick up matte-black case.

James slid the lid off the plastic case revealing a rack of isolinear chips. It was a collection of various programs, holosimulations plus messages, logs and letters that held a special place in his heart. More than a few holoprograms reflected the renaissance of 20th century earth culture and civilization that seemed to be the craze in the Federation. And to the few people who saw his collection, it seemed odd that James had not bothered to use labels. Running a thumb down the array of chips, James noticed one chip had a strip of red running down one side.

This is odd, James said to himself, I don't remember ever getting this one. He took a strange pride in remembering which chip was what without having to label each and every one. Removing the mystery chip from its slot, Kagitingan placed it between his forefinger and thumb. James tried to recall where this chip came from. Like the others, it had no label -- only the red strip.

The fresh Starfleet graduate settled into the chair next to his work-study desk. Leaning back he felt his old officer's 'bomber jacket' draped over the chair. Pressing a thumb onto a control set on the frame of the viewscreen, James activating the LCARS terminal on the desk. With a few deft motions of his hands, James set the Computer to respond to his instructions without him having to say 'Computer' all the time.

Ensign Kagitingan, wary that the chip might contain a sabotage programming, wanted to take precautions.

"What version of the computer system emulator is installed?"

The computer replied in its melodious, feminine if not somewhat stilted voice. [Starfleet ECCOS Version 4.302]

"And what compiler-data filter algorithm does the Galaxy use?"

[The S'voa-Zarkhov Bubble-Seive algorithm...]

As the computer rambled on about the details of the algorithm, James thoughts rambled on along similar lines. At the time James graduated from the academy, the vulcan and terran programming wizards found another brilliant mind to improve their work. The S'voa-Zharkov-K'Tork Cluster-Sieve was being used in the newly commissioned ships in the fleet. Who knew a Klingon would make a great computer scientist? Perhaps K'Tork's work with Klingon espionage elements helped in formulating a routine to search for suspicious or perhaps valuable yet encrypted data.

The ensign ended his cerebral digression by making a mental note. He would recommend the upgrade to the SZK-filter in his inspection summary to Lt. Casey.

"Computer, run terminal on emulation mode and engage compiler-data filter."

James had in effect set up a simulated computer that ran as a subprogram by the real computer system. Any operations running in the emulated operating system would not affect the actual computer core operations. This would temporarily sever the link between the desk terminal and a few subprocessors from the rest of the ship's computer system. If the chip did contain any malign programming, it would only the virtual system.

Normally, The computer also checked for any suspicious programs or data. It wouldn't hurt to run a filter just in case. Uttering a quick prayer under his breath, James inserted the red-striped chip.

"Occupied"
USS Galaxy
Lt. Deiran Casey

Casey was doing a level 1 diagnostic on the Ops console. In the latter part of the shift he would be assisting Lt(JG) Mercury and Lt. Ronni Morris on re-programming and updating parts of the main computer.

Casey looked down at his console and saw the diagnostic was finished. It took almost three shifts. Casey ordered the diagnostic two days ago. Casey’s life was one of schedules.

He scheduled all the away team missions but hardly ever got to go on them. Which didn’t sit well with Casey. But, Casey never let that stop him. It seemed that if it got slow, that’s when Casey started to look for things to do. When it came to ships systems he could order or recommend an entire ship diagnostic, and then work with all departments involved to complete it. But of course a ship-wide diagnostic was the last thing he wanted to do. That was for a Space Station engineering crew anyway.

"Lt. Casey to Ensign Kagitingan," Casey said as he tapped his comm badge.

[James here sir.]

"Ensign I have some things for you to do, can you report to the bridge please?" Casey knew that James was going to love this.

[Aye sir, I’ll be there ASAP]

*** Bridge, 1424 hours ***

"Can you give this PADD to Lt. Mercury in Engineering, it’s the specs for the reprogramming of the main computer. If he has any questions have him contact me, thank you Ensign," Casey said. All it took was one look at James and James knew he was dismissed.

Casey then turned to Miran. He leaned over to her, "I’ll see you at dinner, I’ll miss you," he smiled at her. When Ensign Timmaron arrived to take Casey’s place he got up from the seat and headed for the turbolift.

"It’s all yours Ensign, enjoy," Casey said to Timmaron before he left.

*** Bridge Turbolift ***

The turbolift stopped several floors below the Bridge and Counselor Salshyar entered.

"Counselor, good afternoon. How are you today?" Deiran asked in a sincere and friendly way.

"I’m doing well thank you Deiran. How’s Miran?" Dev asked.

"She’s fine. How’s Colby?" Deiran asked.

Dev lit up like the sun when asked that question. "He’s fine, getting into trouble."

"Well, believe it or not Dev I got into trouble all the time when I was a boy. A Starship is a very cool place to get mischievous," Casey laughed, "I should know Dev, I owned my father’s ships."

"Well Starfleet brats are known for it Deiran. I was talking with Leslie Wilson before she went down to the surface. She thinks very highly of you," Dev said.

"I’m glad someone does," Casey laughed.

Casey’s stop came up and he said goodday to the Counselor and headed for the turbolift to Main Engineering. Casey remembered when he first walked these halls almost 2 years ago. His life had changed so much since then.

"Hi David, how’s your day going?" Casey asked, knowing the answer as he looked at Mercury’s face.

"Don’t ask!" David replied.

Ronni walked up to the two men with a smile on her face. When Ronni smiled Deiran always suspected something.

"Okay, what’s making you smile, what have you done this time?" Casey asked.

"Nothing, I’m here to assist with the re-programming and updating of the main computer. I’m in a good mood Deiran, that’s all."

"Okay…may I ask why? I’m just leery of a Ronni who’s in a good mood for no reason," Casey laughed remembering all the pranks they’d played on one another.

"No reason, it’s just another day," Ronni said.

Casey looked at Ronni, then looked into her eyes. She was different. Could Ronni be in love with someone?

"Okay then let’s get to work, I want to get this over with," Casey said as he took some tools in hand and started work on the core of the main computer.

*** Holodeck 3, 1625 hours ***

Strobe lights, spotlights, lights of all different shades were spinning in every direction. Screams of crazed women could be heard throughout the stadium. Deiran walked out onto the stage and picked up his guitar. Jimi Hendrix, Eddie Van Halen, Eric Clapton and Phil Keaggy followed Casey onto the stage.

The rest of the band came out on stage. The lights went down and the only thing that could be heard was the screams of mad women.

Jimi went into the intro of Kiss The Shy, with Eddie following suit, Eric was on acoustic while Deiran took the bass riff. Deiran was playing guitar with Jimi Hendrix! And of course holding his own.

The song built in intensity. The ears of everyone in the stadium were being berated with beautiful sounds of guitars well played. The place was jumping.

Deiran added a bass solo in the program so he could take center stage. So, Deiran started playing his part, not missing one chord or note and was sounding great. He was dancing. He got up on the drum platform and jumped off, flying as high as he could just as Jimi said, "Excuse me while I kiss the sky."

As he jumped, the program stopped. Jimi and the others were frozen in place. Deiran looked out into the crowd even the women were frozen with their mouths wide open.

"Hello?" a cat-like voice asked.

"Yes? Who’s there?" Casey asked.

"It’s me Cat," Felicia said as she made her way to the stage.

"I’m sorry, is their a problem?" Casey asked.

"Well, your time is up. I’ve got the holodeck now," Felicia said. She didn’t see Deiran’s rank until after she spoke. She saw Deiran’s guitar.

"How long have you been playing Lieutenant?" Felicia asked.

"About Ten years. I normally play electric, but for this program I wanted to play bass."

"We should get together and play some time, I love the guitar," Felicia said, her words sounding like a cat.

It was difficult for Deiran not to notice Felicia, she was very beautiful. "That sounds great, I’m Lt. Deiran Casey," Deiran said putting his hand out in greeting.

Felicia put her hand in Deiran’s and they shook hands, "Nice to meet you. I’m Ensign Dr. Felicia Khatroweena."

"Nice to meet you Ensign, well the holodeck is all yours. Computer save Casey program 119 and shut it down," Casey said to the air.

The Stadium disappeared and the holodeck was a black room with a yellow grid overlaid upon it.

Casey said goodbye and left the holodeck. After he left, Felicia couldn’t help but laugh at Deiran. The whole scene was hilarious. He looked so funny dancing.

*** Casey quarters, 1700 hours ***

Casey entered his house to find Miran with dinner all ready.

"Man, if this dinner is as yummy as you look I may have seconds," Deiran said as he took his seat across from Miran.

Miran laughed and blushed a little at her husbands compliment. As he began to eat, he heard the computer say, "There is a sub-space transmission for Lt. Deiran Casey."

"Sorry babe, excuse me just for one second," he said to his wife as he stood and walked to his desk, turned the computer console towards him and clicked it on.

The beautiful face of his sister appeared on the screen.

Deiran’s face lit up. "Alexa!"

"Hi Deiran!" His little sister Alexa said as they met each other’s image.

"How is everything Alexa? I’ve missed you," Deiran said.

"I’m fine Deiran. How is Miran and the baby?" Alexa asked, smiling her beautiful smile.

"She’s fine. Just a second," Deiran said as he motioned for Miran to come to the screen.

"Hi Alexa! How are you," Miran asked as she saw her sister-in-law on the screen.

"Fine Miran, is the baby well?" Alexa asked.

"The baby is healthy, thank you Alexa." Miran really liked Alexa, they hit it off when Miran and Deiran were married.

"So, Alex, I’ve got your quarters all set. A very nice suite I think you’ll be comfortable in. Where are you going to board us at? Where will we meet you?" Deiran couldn’t hide his excitement.

"After you’re back from the Dronegar-Rhomboid peace talks, I’ll be arriving from the nearest Starbase. Dad has arranged it, I’m not sure of all the details yet. I have a lot of things to talk to you about when I’m there. I need my big brother’s advice." Alexa giggled, just like she did when she was a little girl. "And I wanna visit you guys and just spend some time with you, is that okay?" Alexa asked.

"Yes, I can’t wait to see you," Deiran said, a grin on his face.

"We both can’t," Miran said.

Alexa had long blonde hair, thick and wavy. She had blue eyes, lighter than Deiran’s. All you had to do was look at her and then Deiran and you knew they were siblings. Alexa was a beautiful young woman. She had perfect skin, lips that looked like cherries, a perfect face. She was nineteen and looked the part of a woman. Deiran would always see her as his little sister. But Alexa was a stunning woman.

"Are you going to give me any clues as to why your visiting? I know this is not something you would do for the hec of it…what’s wrong sis?"

"Nothing’s wrong. But I will tell you that my life is changing and I want to talk to you in person. Okay? I have to go, but I’ll see you in a few weeks. I love you both. Take care," Alexa said her good-byes and gave a cute little wave and the screen went black with the Starfleet Insignia appearing a few seconds later.

"I can’t wait to see her," Miran said with a smile as she walked back to their dinner.

"Me either. But, I think something’s wrong," Deiran said, hoping he was wrong. He would do anything for his little sister.

"Victory over Dronegar!"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Ambassador Lorn pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to the Rhomboid delegation ramble on. Even to Mister J'naii his trusted, burly, Exaltian body guard, it seemed apparent that the Rhomboid were not interested in peace unless Dronegar surrendered to them unconditionally.

"Ambassador," Commander Coe whispered with a hand near his mouth to shield his words, "is it just me?, or do the Rhomboid seem almost uninterested in anything but resuming their conflict with Dronegar?"

Turning aside, the Deltan nodded, "It's not just you Commander. Alpha Bah seems quite self assured and set in his agenda. They truly did come to these talks expecting a Dronegarian surrender."

"But if that is so," JT started, "Shouldn't they of broken away from the negotiation table once they realized the Dronegar have no intentions of surrendering?"

"Perhaps. Then again they may want to use this time to spread their propaganda directly to the Dronegarian government. Maybe they think they can convince Dronegar to surrender." Lorn explained.

"Yes, I suppose that is possible..." Commander Coe acknowledged, "...but I don't think that's what they are doing. They aren't being exactly... diplomatic in how they are recommending surrender to the Dronegar."

The Ambassador smiled. "Believe me Commander, for the Rhomboid, you are seeing diplomacy at it's highest level at these talks."

"That may be Ambassador, but I still can't help but think the Rhomboid have some other agenda they are keeping from us." JT explained as he and the Ambassador returned their attention to the Rhomboid delegation as they returned from the declared break period.

"So. Has the Dronegarian government finally come to it's senses Ambassador?" Alpha Bah gloated, "have they decided to surrender to the mighty Rhomboid and put an end to this conflict once and for all?"

Again, Ambassador Lorn pinched the bridge of his nose. It was going to be another long day of peace talks between the Rhomboid and the Dronegar.

*****

*** Rhomboid, military facility near Hogue ***

Activity was a fury at the Rhomboid military complex near the capitol city of Hogue, one of the largest such facilities on the entire planet. Thousands of young, Rhomboid soldiers can be seen completing their training in the art of warfare. Line after line of troops run through the various exercises designed to improve the skills needed to defeat the enemy. The Dronegar.

"Move it! Your life and that of your brother soldier are at steak!" the drill sergeant bellowed at the troops as they maneuvered through the obstacle course. "The Dronegar will not have mercy on you son, and neither will I!"

Further off, away from the personnel training grounds, the industrial unit busily works on the interplanetary space craft that will soon bring what the Rhomboid High Council is calling "the final assault group" to the planet Dronegar.

"Status report Gamma Sheron."

"Sir. Our efforts are ahead of schedule. This transport will be completed before the great star sets in the sea. We shall work through the dark hours testing all systems, and shall be completed and ready for departure by first light on the morrow Beta Gahn."

The Beta Advisor to the High Council rubbed a hand across his chin. "Excellent work Gamma Sheron. The High Council will be pleased when they hear this report. I will be sure they are made aware of your efforts to see this through to completion."

"Thank you Beta Gahn." Sheron said, bowing deeply as the Advisor left the construction yards to deliver his report.

"With this ship completed and ready to depart on the morrow, as well as the two craft from the SpringChester and Morlox facilities, that will be three additional assault vessels to add to Alpha Zah's craft already in orbit of Dronegar." Beta Gahn thought as he walked away from the military facility to deliver his report. "With the Rhomboid's weakened condition, and our newly acquired knowledge of their Capitol and the Triad Hachurui, they will surely fall under our final assault." Gahn wrung his hands together as he thought of the final victory over Dronegar. The thought tasted sweat as he rolled it around his tongue. "Victory over Dronegar!" he mused.

"2609"
by Lt. (jg) Alan Hewson

For some reason, the past few days Alan had been extremely pre-occupied. The main problem was he didn’t know what was drawing his mind away. Throughout the years, he had delt with his fair share of depression. During these times his best friend was usually the bottom of a glass, but not this time. He had hardly touched a drop the last few days. At present, he sat in engineering, staring at the blue rings of energy make their way down the warp core.

1.34 seconds. That’s how long the interval was between each ring. He had been sitting there for 2458 rings without changing positions. For some reason his thoughts drifted to memories of his wife. It had been a long time since he thought of his former love. Or had they been in love? When she died, he had been crushed. Now he simply had no feelings towards her or her death. He was just a foolish young ensign on his first assignment when he met her. What if she hadn’t had died…?

“Alan? Are you all right?” Maybe if he just sat there long enough, they voice would go away. “Alan?” A firm, yet friendly hand was placed on his left shoulder.

“I’m fine David. Just waiting for the results on a test I was running.” There was no emotion in his voice.

“Whatever you say. I need you to go to the bridge and monitor a few diagnostics I’m running on the stations up there. Can you do that, or are you having too much fun sitting here looking at nothing.”

“Hang on just a second…there! 2610.” And with that, he got up and headed towards the turbolift. David simply shook his head in confusion as his fellow engineer disappeared behind the doors.

***** The Bridge *****

Alan stepped onto the bridge for the second time in as many days.

“…Houston, we have a problem.” Had the captain said his name?

“What is it, sir?” Alan wasn’t sure what the captain had said. The General began to grin, and Lt. Casey began to chuckle. AC immediately knew the statement had not been directed towards him.

“No Lieutenant. Not Hewson... Houston. It is a historic flight control center on Earth.”

“I see sir. Yes, I believe we read about it back at the Academy.” Alan tried to recover. After a long pause, he added, “Well, if you'll excuse me Captain, I'd like to get a jump on the morning readings.” He shook his head. Once again his mind was wandering. He quickly checked the station before he lost track.

“I need a drink.” He thought to himself, and headed towards Ten Forward.

"The Search"
By Lt(jg) Hunter McKenzie Asst Tactical Officer

"Hello, Ensign! Mind if I join you?" said Mac as he pulled out a chair

The young Ensign appeared startled as Mac sat down. He had obviously been startled by Mac's brusqueness. Mac quickly sized up the young Ensign as he extended his hand. "I'm Lt.(jg) McKenzie, we haven't met yet."

The ensign returned the handshake. It was firm, but not overly strong. "James Kagitingan." He replied, "What can I do for you Lt?"

"Please call me Mac." replied Hunter "I have a little problem that I need the assistance of someone in Operations."

"Then maybe you should see Lt Casey?" stated James.

"No. Lt Casey tends to be strictly by the book. He might not be to helpful." replied Mac with a slight chuckle. "I need to keep this low key."

James looked at Mac quizzically. " This isn't an Illegal action, is it Lt?"

"No...No ..of course not! I just need to schedule some extra time on one of the Holo-decks, for some research and I can't seem to find a free slot. I figured that for the right persuasion, You might be able to slip me in for say an extra 4 hours this cycle."

"Are you trying to bribe me, Lt?" said James as a slight grin appeared on his face.

"Bribe is such a harsh word. I just know that the Enterprise computers may not have every thing that someone may require. I have certain connections that allow me access to items out side the normal channels. I'm merely offering those services for a little helpful temporal juggling with the Holo-Deck scheduling."

The young ensign leaned back and smiled as he took a drink from his glass. He had noticed the sense of urgency that Mac had slipped and shown him.

"Well, Lt. I tell you what I'm going to do........

Galaxy
"Caves of misery Pt 2"
Written by Kahn Nilani U.S.S Galaxy

As I got up from my makeshift desk. I looked around at all the suffering and death around me.

"Garu!!! Get me one of the helpers please?"

["Yes Doctor It may take some time but I will get on for you."]

As the young guide left the cave I felt my self being drawn back into my memories.

"There is something Familiar about this virus." I commented to my self

["Doctor her is helper Kanar."]

"Thank you Garu could you please run another test."

["yes doctor."]

"Kanar you have had lots of experience with this virus. Look what I am getting at is how are these people getting it."

["Well doctor, we have looked into that and it seems that people get it from being in contact with an infected person and there is another way. We do not know how but there is a river not far from here which a lot of villages get there water from."]

"WHAT!!!! why wasn't I told about the river?"

["You never asked."]

"Well this may help the guys on the Galaxy. Wait one sec!!"

+taps+ Kahn to Khatroweena. Look I have important New information there is a river about 1 Km away to the west. People are catching the virus from there as well as by Contact. I recommend you get a team down there to get samples, I am making a lot of progress with the virus I have almost Isolated it. Good luck and good night by the way my latest report is on it's way up should be there now.

Kahn out

"O.k. Kanar please go back and help some more people I need to get some sleep."

["Very well doctor."]

As Kanar was leaving Garu entered and said that she was retiring for the night. with that she left. I walked over to a young boy and kneeled down beside him. I placed my hands on the young boys chest with his hands. And I started my little Prayer.

Jiah kasha tren tolarehn
Lapohr ihlani kor
Ehna tahna talinohk

Jiah kasha treynah tolarehn
Lapohr ihlani kohs
Ehna jiah kasha tren

After I moved off the young boy, I could not help it I was so helpless in helping this boy I started to cry, I moved over to my bed for a well deserved rest.

****2 hrs later****

["My child please come to me."]

I walked over to the lady In my dream.

["My child you have asked for our help. All we can give you is this look back to the past and you will find the answer to your problem. May the Prophets Guide you."]

With that the lady left my dream. And I woke up!!

"Computer!"

Beep Beep

"Get all records on Genetic Viruses, biological weapons, and other related topics from Bajoran Occupation Period."

"Working!" The computer responded "there are 5000 records concerning your search parameters"

As I sat down at the computer terminal I looked at the screen and started to read.

****5 hrs later****

"Found it. Computer send all records High priority to Chief Medical Officer Tash Mark these records for quick access 410, 456, 700, 3000, 3167,4000. Send"

["Acknowledged!. File transfer complete."]

As I walked back to my bed I realised that the young boy had improved in condition.

"Que Sera Sera . . . "
by Lt. Ronni Morris
Asst. Chief of Science, USS Galaxy

". . . so the Bolian said, 'But I didn't think a tribble could physically do that!'" finished Electra while she wiped down the bar. Ronni laughed so hard she had to grab onto the bar to keep from falling on the floor.

On the bar, her PADD beeped an incoming message. Still laughing intermittantly, she read the change of schedule request from Lt. Mitchell. She was to work on some new upgrades of the main computer that Starfleet had sent. It was Top Priority and was told that for security reasons, Chief of Operations had to be there to assist. "So, I'll finally get a change to work with Deiran." she said to herself. Finishing off the last of her Sparkling Tonta water, she thanked Electra for the conversation and the joke and headed for Main Engineering to begin her shift.

As she walked, she thought about how things had changed for her since she joined the crew of the USS Galaxy. She had a best friend in K'arta, who has been working extra hours lately and a good group of friends to talk with. She was worried about Troy though because he had so interested in her before the Sagan II incident, now he never came by, not even to tease her. "Well, Im strong enough to take care of myself. If someone is interested in me, fine, they can initiate it. I'm done chasing." With that she squared her shoulders and entered Main Engineering.

From there she pulled up the specs for the upgrades. This was going to be a big project. Starfleet wanted to initiate using the new Davies Core computer systems, created by Lt. Jack Stryker of Station Beta 2, in honor of Commander Karen Davies. Ronni was so happy that her friend, Karen Davies, had not only re-gained her rank, but that a new computer system named after her would be implemented on the ship she helped design.

The Davies Core built on the principle of the Redundant Array of Independant Disk. Instead of having one main central computer with multiple backups, the new computer system would have entire 'main computer' multiplied five times on new Gel Pak computer cores. The Cores are all linked and they redundantly verify and record all information used by and on the ship. The main benefit of this design is the ability to keep the computer up and available, even (or especially) if the ship is severely damaged. If one core is destroyed, or tampered with, the other Cores can pick up the missing information without losing a beat.

Her job, and Deiran's, would be to locate suitable locations for the Cores. Then Engineering would have to approve the sites and make the necessary shielding and modifications at the approved locations. Then, an information transfer would have to be done at the next ship maintenance stop. This was another of Starfleet's wonderful hurry up and wait projects. They will want all of the preliminary information immediately so that they can sit on it for two months, then in a frenzy of activity, they will want Engineering to drop everything and work on this project, and then want the systems to all be reconfigured. Despite the headaches that this will cause, Ronni was kind of excited. She hadn't worked on a big project like this since Planetia Utopia.

Since she was going to be working with Deiran in the Jefferies tubes for the next few hours, she decided that she better be prepared. She went over to the replicator and got a big drink of water and then replicated an single sheet of paper.

With an Engineering tricorder and ship specs on a PADD, she went to find Deiran. Ronni walked up to Deiran and Lt. Mercury with a smile on her face. Deiran looked at her with a quizzical eye.

"Okay, what's making you smile, what have you done this time?" Casey asked.

"Nothing, I'm here to assist with the re-programming and updating of the main computer. I'm in a good mood Deiran, that's all."

"Okay, may I ask why? I'm just leery of a Ronni who's in a good mood for no reason," Casey laughed remembering all the pranks they'd played on one another.

"No reason, it's just another day," Ronni said.

Casey looked at Ronni, then looked into her eyes. She was different. Could Ronni be in love with someone?

They climbed several levels up in the Jefferies tubes to start their refit project. "Okay then let's get to work, I want to get this over with," Casey said as he took some tools in hand and started work on the core of the main computer, measuring it for a possible refit.

Ronni said, patting Deiran on the back, "It'll be good working with you today." He looked up and smiled. Ronni turned and opened the access panel next to her and started scanning the section. Looking over at Deiran, hard at work, she hoped that they would have to work in a buzy area soon. The "Kick Me" sign she put on his back just looked too inviting.

"So, Deiran. Did you hear the one about the Klingon, the disrupter, the fork, the Bolian, and the Tribble ? "

=/\= Monkey Business =/\=
by Ensign Matthew Albrecht

Matthew left his post at the end of his first day on Beta shift. He was energized and ready for action. As he strode down the hall, he asked aloud, "Computer, is there an available holodeck?" The doors of a turbolift opened as he approached them.

[Holodeck three will be available in seven minutes, 14 seconds] replied the Galaxy’s computer. The young officer wondered why all the computers in Starfleet sounded alike.

"Deck two, please" he commanded the turbolift as the doors closed upon him. "Computer, please reserve holodeck three for two hours immediately following the current program. Prepare program ‘Albrecht Scopes 3.’" He estimated that it would take only a few minutes to change into his off-duty attire and make his way to the popular facility. Matthew had logged extra hours of study in his Advanced Federation Law: Theory and Reality course this past week—he now planned to celebrate with time on the holodeck. *This is gonna be a good one!* he told himself as he exited the turbolift and headed for his quarters.

----------------------- 6 minutes later -------------------------

A large man dominated the center of the room, blustering with a rich southern drawl. The room was large, but appeared smaller due to the large numbers of people seated and standing in it, observing the goings-on at the room’s end. It was a courtroom, circa 1925, old Earth, Dayton, Tennessee. The walls were white, the benches (arranged like pews) were darkly-stained wood. Railings separated the onlookers from the large tables of the prosecution and the defense, as well as the high judge’s bench and witness stand. In one corner, behind the judge’s bench, stood the American flag. In the other, stood the flag of the state of Tennessee.

The room was filled near to bursting with reporters, lawyers, and spectators. All the windows were open because it was quite hot—normal weather for mid- July. Everyone’s clothing appeared damp with perspiration. Through the open windows drifted the sounds of a crowd. A busy and noisy crowd. The defendant sat at his table with a disconnected look upon his boyish face. Next to the young defendant sat one of his lawyers, an even younger Matthew Albrecht—seriously underdressed in a sleeveless tunic, shorts and sandals. Matthew watched the prosecution’s star lawyer with deep interest, even awe.

"Your Honor" began William Jennings Bryan, though with his drawl it did sound more like "Yo’ awnna." "We have here a vurry clean-cut case. Mr. John Scopes did knowingly and willingly break the law of the great state of Tennessee when, in his science class, he taught that man evolved" this he said with emphasis, a mocking tone that sounded more like "eee-vaww-lved", "from MONKEYS!! Teaching the theories of Mr. Darwin is illegal in Tennessee classrooms since our distinguished representative John Washington Butler passed the Tennessee Anti-Evolution law earlier this year! Now, the prosecution intends to see that Mr. Scopes receives what’s comin’ to him."

The trial proceeded, with breaks and such edited out, for another hour and forty minutes. All the stars were there in holographic representation; George Rappalyea, John Washington Butler, Arthur Garfield Hayes, Dudley Field Malone, Ben G. McKenzie, and of course Judge John T. Raulston. Matthew participated by offering insights to the defense’s star representative, Clarence Darrow. The ensign was able to provide support unavailable to Darrow during the actual trial almost four hundred years ago. Matthew found great pleasure in watching the case ‘evolve’ with the new variants. This was one of the most famous and studied cases in legal history. A million students had written thesis about it, he intended to do far more with it than that; This was research for a long-term project. Eventually, he would create artificially intelligent constructs of the principal players in each of four great historical cases. He would then add in twenty-fourth century variables, study the results, and draw conclusions regarding the state of justice in the federation today. It will make an excellent paper, sure to be published in the big journals!! At least, he hoped so.

"Computer, please record the notes in my PADD as addendum 9 to this program. Make appropriate updates to the baseline characters, and increase memory allocation to characters Bryan and Darrows." Next time he ran this program, the main characters would be better able to react to the changes he interjected into the proceedings.

As he left the ‘courtroom’ at 0200 hours, he smiled as he thought about the many hours of this trial he had left to experience, and the success he expected to achieve in his project.

---The next morning: Ensign Albrecht’s Quarters---

Matthew awoke from a dream that slipped away from his memory like a Tellarite jewelfish from his hand. He had been dreaming of the beautiful coral-like reefs of Tellar, where he used to go diving as a child. He had been awakened by the chimes of the ship’s computer.

"Yes, computer, what is it?" he asked, though his voice was thick and unclear.

[Your presence is required in Transporter room 3 in nine minutes by Lieutenant Commander Sterner]

"I am on my way, computer, ETA five minutes" Matthew replied, knowing that the message would have indicated if more haste were required. The three-minute get-ready was standard training at the academy. Sonic showers are the fastest way to get clean, *Sure beats the old wet kind we had back on Tellar* thought the young officer.

Four minutes later he was in Transporter room 3, soon to be joined by Ensign Aaron and Lieutenant (jg) Sanchez. "You were here first, Albrecht, do you know what the chief is doing up from the planet?" asked a curious Heather Sanchez. She was one of the few people he had worked closely with since coming aboard—and last night she instructed him in the specifics of his post, since they worked the same shift. Matthew couldn’t recall what shift Aaron worked, but he wondered if being called here had something to do with last night’s shift.

"No, sir, Lieutenant. I was hoping you might tell me." The ensign wondered if it was normal to find an authoritative woman so attractive. Perhaps it was the lieutenant’s Tellarite-like belligerence…

Aaron spoke up at this point, "I heard there’s a plague down on the planet, Heather, maybe we are going to start initiating quarantine procedures!" The ensign actually sounded excited about the idea. He had obviously forgotten how uncomfortable full bio-hazard gear was to wear for a full shift.

"No, Aaron, there’s no bio-gear here for us. Besides, you can’t give a proper emergency quarantine briefing in the transporter room just before beam-down! And, you would think that it would take more than three security officers to handle such a project!! Besides" was all he got out of his fourth argument before Sanchez cut him off with a sharp "ENSIGN!" The room fell silent with all three officers standing silently (as well as the transporter operator). Just then ‘Commander Sterner walked in.

"Lieutenant Sanchez, Ensigns Aaron and Albrecht," he nodded as he recognized each young officer in turn. "Thank you for canceling whatever plans you may have had to come here. You will be proceeding to the planet surface as reinforcements for the team already on-planet." He paused, apparently considering how much detail to present his new team members with. "We have reason to believe there is a pair of Romulan operatives in the sector who may wish to harm Ambassador Lorn, or disrupt the peace talks in some way. These are highly-skilled assassins, capable of using sophisticated disguises to alter their appearance. The security of the ambassador, and secondly, the peace talks, are of highest priority."

Matthew was struck by how young Commander Sterner was. To be responsible for such monumental events as peace talks between two warring worlds… "Commander, do we have reason to believe these agents are in any way allied with one world or the other?" He thought it was an intelligent question, and hoped the Chief of Security didn’t think it was inane. Sometimes his queries are interpreted as prying or criticism by others, so the ensign was constantly on his toes about how he asks questions.

"We have no information regarding that at this time. Of course, you will be informed of any developments as they occur. Report to Commander Coe upon your arrival on Dronegar, let him know I will be following shortly. I have things to attend to before I return." With that, the Chief left the transporter room.

----------------On Dronegar----------------

Sanchez suggested coldly to Albrecht "why don’t you go check in with the commander while we stake out the ‘talks?" Not waiting for an answer, the lieutenant and ensign left Matthew to regret his logical assault upon Aaron. Back home, his outburst to the other ensign would be considered polite conversation—in fact, it was respectful of another person’s opinion to honor it with rebuttal! Perhaps he should explain to Aaron when the opportunity came up…

Matthew brushed aside these thoughts and went in search of Commander Coe, to deliver the messages and report for duty.

Ensign Matthew Albrecht Security Officer, USS Galaxy NCC 70637

" War imminent "
By Commander Coe

**** Ambassadors quarters ****

Coe entered the ambassadors quarters and waited patiently by the door. A few seconds later, Lorn walked out of his room and greeted the Commander.

" Commander Coe, please take a seat. We have much to discuss."

" I know Ambassador, a situation has arisen that could dictate the outcome of these negotiations. The crew of the galaxy are currently trying to..." Coe was interrupted by the ambassadors hushing movement.

" Please Commander, follow me. Here is not the place to talk." The ambassador led Coe to a small room in which a small electronic device was situated on a table in the centre of the room. The ambassador activated the device and Coe, temporarily heard a high pitched squeal before silence once again took place.

" Now Commander, you were saying..." Lorn smiled. Coe dragged out a hard wooden chair from the corner of the room and sat down. Lorn preferred to stand. Coe passed a PADD across the table to the ambassador.

" I just downloaded this information a few minutes ago whilst I was speaking to the Captain. Dr Tash, the CMO on the Galaxy, predicts that with the spread rate of the virus, the entire Dronegar population is looking at extinction within the next 2 years. However the medical team on the galaxy feel confident they can isolate the viral strand and produce an antibody within the week.

Dr Kahn believes it is possible, the main source of the virus is a small river on the outskirts of the capital. Galaxy crew members are currently conducting tests to determine this." Lorns head just nodded quickly whilst he read and digested the information on the PADD.

Coe eyed the ambassador and pleased that he had understood everything, Coe continued.

" There is something else. The Captain, and other senior staff, believes that there is a possibility that this virus could be the product of a biological weapon. It has been assessed that neither the Rhomboid, nor the Dronegar, posses the technological know how, to produce such a weapon. Therefore, it is possible that this war has been interfered with, by someone or something else...."

Commander Coe
chrisn@cia.com.au

"Broken"
By Ensign Leslie Wilson
Counselor,USS Galaxy

Leslie stared at the setting sun. The talks were not going well. Rhombid just wanted Dronegar to surrender. An action that the planet of Dronegar would not take.

She needed to get out, Kilta a young Dronegar girl had offered to show her around the capitol city. Leslie had accepted and she was about to depart with Kilta.

The city was vast filled with people. Leslie was taken in awe at the sight. Tall buildings stood tall and proud, a symbol of the people. Talk was low though, and Leslie knew the reason.

This world could die soon, she thought, and then all of this pride and joy would be lost. She hoped that didn't happen, she hoped this world didn't become Broken. She continued to walk through the city.

"The Babies"
Lt Casey Ti Miran

Miran sighed. It had been a lovely dinner with Deiran but now she was alone. She understood that Deiran was a Starfleet officer and had many responsiblities as Chief OPs but she still hated that he was so busy.

She didn't know what to do to get her out of her melancholy. Everyone she knew to talk to was busy. She frankly didn't feel like talking to a stranger. Walking in the halls, she almost ran into Ambra Trenton, the teacher that Miran got Bobbie from.

"Lieutenant, How's Bobbie?"

"Bobbie is as rotten as ever. She and Deiran do not get along all that great but..." she trailed off. She really didn't know what to say about her beloved pet.

"Do you have some free time? You have to see my babies."

"I would like that. Is now okay." The two women went to Mrs. Trenton's quarters. Ambra's daughter Johnna greeted them as they entered.

"Hi, Momma. Hello, I'm Johnna and you are?"

"Miran," Miran replied to the young girl.

"I brought the Lieutenant to see the babies." Miran was lead into the bedroom. Ambra lifted a blanket draped over a box. Inside was four baby ferrets with their mother.

"Ohh, they are so cute. I wish I could take another home." Deiran would skin her if she came home w