=/\= On the Surface =/\=
By Ensign Albrecht

Ensign Albrecht crouched on a hill overlooking the diplomatic compound. He absently rolled small bits of the petrified wood that colored the soil here red between his palms. The view was spectacular. To the East stretched the plains, broken by hills and streaked with gold and green. To the far North stood great jagged mountains scratching the sky with their peaks. No snow dotted their heights. To the South the hills gave way to woodland and, eventually, desert.

To the West, built into the steppes, stood the city. It was large. Perhaps the population numbers were high, but Matthew was struck by the fact that everything was built LARGE. Simple structures and dwellings dominated his view, but their size made them appear to be castles or even palaces. Back on Tellar, he remembered, there was an eccentric estate built by a Rigellian ambassador. It was built to look like a fairytale house, with giant windows, giant doors, and giant arching architecture. The Dronegarian homes reminded him of that place.

The young officer was enjoying his duty on Dronegar. He wasn’t bothered by the heat, since he grew up on a relatively warm planet—although Tellar was more tropical, less dry than Dronegar. The people of this world fascinated him. They looked so strange, yet so familiar. These dragon-like creatures stirred deep, subconscious feelings of fear, awe, and respect. It was difficult to accept that they were losing this centuries-long conflict with the Rhomboids. But, even though he wanted to end the suffering of the vast numbers of sick and dying Dronegarians, the ensign had to admit that he was glad they finally stopped fighting and were trying to establish peace. *Gunkall hmen-ch Gounkh-khh’allem* Matthew thought, then spoke aloud the Standard translation, "Sometimes tragedy brings about salvation."

"So you approve of the happenings on my world?" spoke a deep, resonant voice from behind and above Albrecht’s head. The sentence was punctuated by a sharp breath that carried traces of moisture down the ensign’s uniform back. The words were dark with dissaproval.

"Timor, I did not hear you approach. No, I did not say I approve of your planet’s situation." Timor was the leader of the triad of Dronegarian soldiers who escorted the ensign to this hilltop. Something told Matthew that Timor did not want to hear an ‘always look on the bright side of life’ lecture. He thought quickly to find a way to express his philosophy. "May I tell you of a Terran legend?"

The scaly humanoid turned his head to regard the man with one yellow eye. "Speak carefully, Federation Warrior." The soldier did not appear to want a fight, however, his pride was evidently hurt by his planet’s inability to defend itself. Mathew sensed that although the Dronegarians appear fearsome on the surface, they had very human fears and insecurities.

"There is a creature spoken of in Earth’s ancient tales," began the ensign. "This creature is huge and powerful, feared by all. It is a great fiery bird, called the Phoenix, that flies high and proud. Eventually it dies, burnt up by it’s own fires." The officer used all of his oratory training to capture the interest of Timor and his two fellow warriors. His voice rose and fell as he spoke, and his hands moved about to illustrate the story. "When the world is dark, and sad at the destruction of the beautiful creature, a wondrous thing happens—From the ashes of death arises the Phoenix again, to fly high and proud once more! The cycle continues, Pride, Sorrow, and from the ashes of defeat, Greatness again." Silence fell.

Matthew finished his tale, saying, "This I see for your people." Then the ensign walked away, toward his quarters, scattering red bits of fossilized wood in the breeze.

Timor watched him go. "The Federation Warriors understand," he told his brothers. The little humanoids may appear frail on the surface, but underneath they have the hearts of warriors. He frowned.

Ensign Matthew Albrecht
Security Officer, USS Galaxy NCC 70637

"Matins"
by Ensign Kagitingan, J.M., Operations Officer, USS GALAXY NCC 70637

The sleepy headed ensign heaved himself into the main room of his quarters and went about his morning routine. James always hated having to get out of bed but some habits were hard to break. Like every morning since that first week in the seminary, James knelt in prayer. The priests and brothers were sure that it praying was good for his spirit. Maybe so, but he found it helped him focus, especially after he had practically depressed himself to death last night.

A quarter of an hour into matins, James looked out porthole into the depths of space. If God was out there, God would see him through another day.

The junior ops officer wasn't privy to the details of the conflict and negotiations. From what he heard, the prospects looked grim. It seemed that the Dronegar were taking a beating. Despite his lack of first hand experience with war, James wasn't completely naive. He knew that war as no respecter of persons. Regardless of who had the upper hand, both the Rhomboid and the Dronegar were suffering. With this in mind, James added a short prayer for those who knew no other life except the terror of constant war.

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His spiritual exercises and two cups of strong, dark, sweet coffee saw James through a largely uneventful shift. James went about his duties without the constant plague of stress and anxiety. Either Kagitingan managed to bury his frustrations deep enough. Or his God heard his prayers. Maybe both.

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"It's a Deal"
by Ensign Kagitingan, J.M., Operations Officer, USS GALAXY NCC 70637

Shortly after Alpha shift, James found himself in Ten-Forward. He rarely went to Ten-Forward, preferring to do his brooding alone. But today wasn't a bad day to sample whatever the ship's saloon had to offer. Besides the company, whether expected or not, shouldn't be that bad.

A few minutes after an iced tea found itself in James' hands, Ltjg McKenzie approached Kagitingan with a proposal. The tactical officer has some quid pro quo in mind. Strictly unofficial, of course.

"Well, Lieutenant, I'll tell you what," James said. "I can't promise you four hours right away. Anyone who isn't trying to keep their hands full during their shift is either sleeping, eating or in the holodeck."

Ltjg McKenzie, or Mac as he had introduced himself, needed help in some creative bureaucracy. The junior ops officer took it as a compliment that Mac had come to him instead of the more experienced ops officers on board. You know what they say, James said to himself, flattery will get you everywhere.

"Hmmmm... I'll finagle maybe an hour in the next couple of days. But I can book the holodeck for a solid 2 hours every week in the near future."

James knew that any Starfleet officer or noncom had to be lucky enough to be billeted on the Galaxy had to be smart and resourceful to be there in the first place. Lt(jg) Mckenzie had to have those qualities. But according to reputation, Mckenzie's ingenuity extended beyond his official duties. And it was this exact resourcefulness, that Mac was putting to use in Ten-Forward.

"An hour, huh? That seems a little slim," Mac with an 'I'm sure you can do better than that' look on his face.

Lost in thought, Kagitingan remained silent and just shrugged.

"You DO know you aren't doing this for free, James," Hunter McKenzie prompted, being a little more direct. "There has to be something you want though,"

James looked thoughtfully at the ceiling and it took the ensign a moment to respond. He was certainly interested in Starfleet memorabilia, say at least 25 years old. There was no joy in collecting replicated or imitation insignia, gadgets and uniforms. However, Ensign Kagitingan decided to keep the thrill of hunting collectibles and scouring out of the way emporiums to himself.

"I could use a decent coffee table, sir," James stated after taking another moment to savor his drink.

"Great! I'm sure I can get you one from the ship's stores and replicate a few pieces."

The junior grade lieutenant wasn't going to get away so easily.

"Actually, I had something more aesthetic in mind. Maybe a hand carved and crafted, forte wood table about knee high. I hear the Vulcans and Bajorans have produced more than a few good artisans." Aside from his favorite jacket and his suitcase, Ensign Kagitingan wasn't able to bring anything else on board. And unlike some of the other crew members, neither had he been on the Galaxy long enough to pick up mementos as the ship trekked from world to world. An elegant coffee table would put a decorative touch to his personal surroundings, James thought.

"You aren't asking for much, are you?"

"Well, you asked," the ensign countered jovially.

"I'll have to see about that coffee table. I doubt the Rhomboid or the Dronegar would have one lying about."

"It's not like I'm asking for a Naiskos statue or anything."

From McKenzie's expression, James realized his poker-face wasn't quite what he hoped it to be. Mac had to know the ensign had something else to lay down on the table. A slight furrow appeared on James' forehead as he tried to figure out a way to help the Tactical Officer.

"OK. OK. I'll make it three hours for this cycle," James conceded. "I'm not a bad guy, Mac. I'll even throw in a new holoprogram or two. Like you said, the Galaxy doesn't have everything and neither does its computer. I may have something in my collection that somebody aboard might find interesting."

"Make it three holoprograms and another hour each week and you've got yourself a coffee table."

"Three holosims it is then. But a half hour is all I can give you. That hour for this cycle and all that extra holodeck time is coming out of my allowance! And the next time we're on Earth: dinner for two at the Grand Sultan restaurant in Brunei."

"You drive a hard bargain, ensign," remarked the junior grade lieutenant.

"What can I say? I'm just your helpful neighborhood ensign trying to lend a hand to his shipmates." James replied innocently.

James nodded as McKenzie recapped the deal. "Alright, ensign. Three hours in the holodeck and another 2 and a half each week for the next four weeks. Plus three new holoprograms In exchange for one hand-crafted, forte-wood coffee table. Preferably, Vulcan or Bajoran style..."

"...And dinner for two at the grand Sultan." The bright ensign added before anybody forgot.

Both the Kagitingan and Mckenzie fell silent for a moment, pondering their the deal. The ops officer would book the holodeck when he could and just hope Mac could find the kind of coffee table he requested. Or else he would have a LOT of holodeck time on his hands.

Someone noticing the exchange between the two men might think it was a serious contract. But the genuine mirth in their tone of voice and the grin on their faces would make one realize that it was all in good fun. The two Starfleet officers sealed their bargain with a handshake. "Agreed."

James invited junior grade lieutenant to stay and offered to get Mac a drink or two. "I'm expecting lieutenant Hewson here in a little while. Why don't you stay and join us?

"Thanks for the invitation, James. But I've got some running around to do. Maybe some other time?"

"Of course. It was nice meeting you, Mac."

"Pleasure doing business with you, James."

"Likewise, sir. "

With that Ensign Kagitingan finished his iced tea and suddenly realized something. With his romantic life going the way it was, who the HECK would he invite to dinner?

"The End"
By Ensign Leslie Wilson
Counselor, USS Galaxy

They watched as the Rhombid walked away, chanting thier hate. Leslie was shocked. She had hoped that the talks would have helped in some way. Security helped escort the hate chanting Roombid.

Ambassador Lorn was talking with Captain Price over the comm system. She walked over to Commander Coe

"Sir, are we going to be staying on the planet?" she asked. He took in a breath and replied: "I don't know Leslie, I will know when Ambassador Lorn is done talking with Captain Price. She nodded, and walked away.

She sat down, takin gin a deep breath. She was thinking of her academy days. It helped calm her down.

She looked up when she heard Ambassador Lorn's voice. "I will be staying on the planet, to see if I can get the Rhombid to reconsider. It is up to Captain Price, if the Galaxy crewmembers will stay. He will be contacting Commander Coe soon, to inform the Galaxy crewmembers of his decision. Leslie sighed, and leaned back in the chair.

"The Hunt is On."
by Ensign Felicia (Cat) Khatroweena (Medical), USS Galaxy - NCC 70637

***** Ten - Forward *****

"Personal Log: I have spent almost two straight days working on the Dronegarian Virus. To discover that we were not able to find a cure, incenses me. How can people create these things. Everything I heard that went on in the peace talks, the Rhomboids sound like Ha'DIbaH jay'. Only wanting to cause trouble, I think I know why.

They want TIME. I don't want to contradict Tash, she has predicted that the whole of the population will be wiped out in two years, a grim and disturbing thought. But the future is even more 'delightful.' Unfortunately, she has not taken into consideration the polymorphic nature of the virus and it's effects. The virus should burn it self out before two years, but before that time most of the population will be affected. No, the future is bleak for the Dronegarians, they will not have the peace of death. In the near future, most will live but never recover. They will be weak, unable to defend themselves, this is when the Rhomboids will attack. The Dronegarians will be destroyed by the Rhomboid onslaught. Dronegar conquered and to the victor the spoils. This is a cruel way to defeat your enemy. Vae Victis! The peace talks were only so the Rhomboids to gain time.

I hope that my research will get us somewhere. We have one clue when it comes to the origin of the virus. I pray that we find something, no one deserves what is happening to them."

Cat chucked her PADD on to the table, looking out of the observation windows, seeing the planet move slowly by below. She accepted her drink from the waiter and began to slip it slowly, going over the last few days on board the Galaxy. It had shown her one thing, she had definitely no control when she needed it the most. To go back to see a counsellor is almost admitting defeat, but...

As she gazed out of the ports, dark and moody thoughts running through her mind, an Andorian face appeared. 'I'm late for my hair appointment.' She swigged down her drink and rushed out.

***** Korlan's Salon (to everybody else 'Barber') *****

"Ensign Khatroweena, You are late!"

"I'm sorry, Korlan," responded Cat. "How did you know my name? You didn't ask for it the last time I was here."

"I know more than you would think, Ensign. Here in my salon, much is said and I hear it all. Now, to important matters, what do you do to look after... No, No, No, Do not tell me. When I have finished, you will have beautiful hair and you will care for it as I will explain to you."

Korlan noticed Cat's nose screw up a little then relax. "Ah, as a doctor, you would like people to eat healthy and to exercise. To do the correct things to look after their bodies. What I will tell you will look after your hair. Do as I say and it will be gorgeous always."

'He's got me there. If he wasn't good, he wouldn't be on the Galaxy,' thought Cat. "Ok, Korlan, I'll be a good girl."

For a while, Cat relaxed, letting the 'artisté' do his art. She listened carefully to Korlan's instructions and when she looked into the mirror, it did look better, she was very happy with it.

When she left Korlan's, she felt a lot more relaxed, her hair style change made her feel charged up. The last few days were only memories,

the future was to be encountered.

***** Holodeck 3 *****

As she entered the Holodeck, she remembered her meeting with Lt Casey. He did look amusing dancing on stage. "He needs a few lessons. Computer, Cat Dance Practice Alpha."

The Holodeck changed from the black and yellow walls to her courtyard with it's lamps and banners. With a soft melody floating on the air. "Computer, access Casey Program 119, audio only and hold. Verbal confirmation."

[Accessed]

"Play audio."

The courtyard was filled with a beat of energy. The guitar playing was better than she could confess to. The appeal of the music was undeniable. "Computer, hold audio." The courtyard fell silent. "What is the origin of the music?"

[Working. The music is a combination of different artists from the latter half of the twentieth century on Earth.]

"Computer, prepare index of this period music on Terra and send to my quarters."

[Complete]

"Computer, Randomize music selection, list beta from Cat Dance Practice Alpha."

As she was practising, letting her body and mind wander where it may, she considered the music from Lt Casey's program. It was familiar, more attributable to a younger, more warlike race, but then it was just before the Eugenics War and World War 3 on Terra. It did have its own style. It would be a challenge to choreograph a good dance based on that style of music.

As she was dancing, Deiran own attempts came to mind and she chuckled. 'Don't be cruel,' she admonished herself, 'He was enjoying himself and he certainly had the enthusiasm, prime ingredients.'

***** An hour later *****

Coming out of the Holodeck, she did not feel like returning to her quarters. She had the impulse to have a look at Engineering. How it would make her friend, Tori, from her old ship, so jealous that Cat got to see Engineering on the Galaxy and she couldn't.

'Hmmm, Can't say I just want to look around.' considered Cat. 'Have to have some reason being there. Got it! I'm there to get an engineer's opinion on medical emergencies that could occur in Engineering.'

***** Engineering *****

As she left the turbolift and turned the corner to engineering, she was amazed how small it was relatively. It wasn't much larger than the Valiant's Engineering section. From Tori, showing her the Valiant's section she recognized the repeater console and the warp core, but she was a little disappointed by it all.

'Well, what did you expect, a myriad of consoles, with technicians and engineers, climbing up and down ladders making observations and taking notes. This is the 24th century, everything is done by computer,' she thought to herself.

She looked around, it seemed that all of them were busy. 'It was a silly idea anyway.'

As she was about to turn about and leave, when one of the engineers came walking her way.

"Targs, Operas and Holograms....."
By Lt(jg) Hunter McKenzie w/ an assist by Lt(jg) Thomas
Asst. Tactical Officer

Mac Finally pulled his jaw back up as Lt Samara pulled the unwilling Targ down the corridor. He looked down at the numerous hairs that decorated his uniform and the satchel he carried after a few quick brushes decided that they were there for good. Sighing, Mac started toward his destination.

A few short minutes later he rounded the corner and stood facing Lt. Thomas's door. After the accompanying chime a hollow voice from within ushered him into the room. Lt Thomas was stretched out on his bed and appeared oblivious to the entrance. Clearing his throat, Mac stood silently. When Thomas finally did look around the look of surprise was quite evident on his face.

"Lt McKenzie?" stated Thomas, the surprise evident in his voice, "What brings you here?"

"Well, actually a couple reasons." Chuckled Mac, "The first, being as I am very familiar with these "type of situations" I came by to see how you are holding up."

Thomas shrugged, "About as well as can be expected, I guess. I'm a little bored. I've already written letters to everybody I could think of."

Mac smiled. "Then that brings me to reason two. I have need of your rather unique expertise with Holographic projectors"

Thomas's eyes narrowed, "Why do you need that knowledge?" He asked suspiciously.

"That, my confined friend, is a very long story." stated Mac as he motioned to the table.

Thomas looked around the room, smiling "Well wouldn't you know it. I've got plenty of time..." he chuckled as he pulled out a chair.

After Mac explained his plan Thomas wasn't over thrilled about the price that he would have to pay to get a hold of some Klingon Opera. He considered the proposal very carefully.

" Mac I can't just go around handing out Holographic projectors or AHE's that's partially what landed me into this mess. However I might be willing to consider helping, but I'll have to crunch some numbers and then I'll have to work on security measures to prevent tapering or other breaches of the system." Chris said thinking about the issue, and then smiled. "One other condition, there is a certain Lt. Commander Sterner that might enjoy having my head on a platter for doing something like this, so one of us needs to clear it with him first as I prefer my rank and my room over the bridge and a court-martial. Though I suspect that you might be joining if we got to that point." Chris said as he considered the implication.

"Mac, before we do even remotely consider involving Jorge, let me work the computations and what security measure can be taken before we do anything." Lt. Thomas finished his speech.

Mac stood and looked at Thomas for a few seconds before speaking.

"These plans are fully functional." Stated Mac, tapping on them with his finger. "All I need from you is the expertise on how they could be installed on a ship. I’m not asking for any Federation technology or anything relating to the AHE. Everything I am doing is above board and in accordance with Federation law. You’re the most qualified to assist on the power requirements needed for a projector of this size. I’m not going to ask you to do anything illegal and as far as Commander Sterner is concerned as long as he doesn’t need to know the specifics I have no problem involving him."

Mac stopped and looked at Thomas very closely. "Look over the plans, if the plan is viable we’ll proceed."

Mac then turned and exited the room, wondering how to proceed.

"Haunting Memories"
by James Mitchell

***Personal Quarters***

James' body twisted back and forth on the mottled and sweat-soaked bed. His sheets had long been strewn on the floor, its corners twisted up in one of his legs. He'd stop for a moment and moan occasionally.

"No, not again...."

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~~The Not-So-Distant Past~~~

James had opened his eyes in glaring light, dazzled by the bright sun beating down on him. A slight dab on his forehead, moisture trickled down his cheek as he shifted up to cover his eyes with one hand.

"Wha?" He jumped at the sensation and twisted around to get a look at who was near him.

A young woman, about 15, dressed in tattered robes, sat there, holding a dripping sponge trickling a red film to gather in a pool on the brown soil between him and the female. James felt a warmth flow down over the bridge of his nose.

He glanced at the girl, who had still not moved. His eyes now adjusted, he moved his hand down and felt his brow above his bridge.

"Ow!" At the moment he touched the goose egg that had developed there, his mind suddenly connected with what had happened and he was hit by a wave of nausea and an incredible throb in his temples. He swayed, blinked and looked at the blood on his fingers that came away from his forehead.

The girl finally moved to catch him. She was stronger than her frail, emaciated bones showed as she caught him and lay him down on a makeshift cot set into the earth of the floor. It, too was stained with dried blood.

He could only sit back helplessly as she lowered him down. His head swam whenever he tried to move on his own.

The girl remained silent as she washed him down, barely lifting her eyes to meet his. She might have been beautiful once, but spending any amount of time in a Cardassian Labor Camp would take its toll on even the most stalwart individual.

Her tousled auburn hair was disheveled, torn, and shaggy in places. It was long, and she had tried to keep it up with linen and string scavenged and pilfered from who knows where. It was dirty and grimy, as was her face, rugged and pulled back from hard labor and lack of nutrition.

Her clothes rankled and were torn in several places. Her footwear were all but non-existent.

"Where am I? Who are you?" James grunted out the words through clenched teeth. The girl's head snapped up and quickly she pushed a single finger to her chapped lips. Her eyes were wide open in terror as her eyes darted around the small cage-like cubicle and to the entrance.

"What is it?" He struggled to get up. "Why won't you tell me anything?" He grabbed his head as he sat up with one hand while the other supported him. The wooziness came back full force.

"Because the cat got her tongue!" A deep resonating laugh echoed through James ears, shaking him. He opened his eyes to see that the huge Cardassian who had bellowed the first words he'd heard since waking from his debilitating attack was now holding the girl up by her hair. He had yanked her off the ground, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was vocally trying to scream, but nothing came out. The Cardassian hauled her closer to him so he could see inside the panting girl's mouth.

James skittered, or at least, tried to skitter, back further, but the huge brute simply reached out a great grey, scaly hand and yanked him back by the hair. James grabbed the Cardassian's monstrous forearm and pulled back with all he had, suppressing some of the pain, making it more manageable.

"Look! If you don't learn to shut your mouth and keep it down, the same thing will happen to you. He shoved the girl's face into Mitchell's, who was sickened by what he saw.

The girl was streaming tears now, her mouth wide agape, several teeth missing and/or rotting in lack of hygiene.

She had no tongue! But why wasn't she able to scream?

"Hahahahaha! Like that? That was for mouthing off and being disrespectful of our race for giving her this wonderful new home!" He pointed around the cage-like wooden structure, rats and defecation everywhere, taking a deep breath. The place smelt like a latrine.

He twisted her head up with his other hand, showing off the scar across her throat.

"This was for not shutting up her incessant howling after the punishment!" He made a motion across his neck with his free hand, now that he released her and tossed her out the door, where other Cardassians were waiting to scoop her up and slap her around a bit.

The big one turned back to James where his expression became cold and glaring with hatred, his gaiety gone.

"Inter-mingling of genders is NOT allowed. It is punishable by death." He reached for his disruptor, not taking his eyes of Mitchell.

James made a move for the big guy, but was anticipated and slapped away by the butt of the disruptor with ease. He fell against the wooden stakes holding the sides of the cage up, and toppled to the ground, helpless.

"Ah...He likes the girl! Well, we'll have to do something about that now, won't we, fellows?" The girl was picked up and tossed about outside the hut. James could only sit by and watch helplessly as he heard the girls clothes being ripped off and the Cardassians have their way with her. The big one kept a close eye on him, grinning.

Time inched by in minutes, but felt more like eons. Tears rolled down James' face as he sat back helpless and dejected.

"Sometimes, I really regret cutting that vocal cord. Screams can be sooo....pleasant in the morning." He sighed and glanced back to his unit. James took the opportunity to go for his legs as the girl was tossed on the ground, naked and bleeding. James was just trying to reach her.

The Cardassian's reflexes moved instinctively from years of training and instead brought his enormous boot down hard on James' fingers just as he reached her, breaking every single bone in his hand. James cried out in pain and was kicked in the head for it.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" The Cardassian booted him again in the ribs for good measure, breaking a few. James bit down on his tongue just as he was about to vomit.

"You ARE a determined one, aren't you?" The Cardassian then proceeded to pummel Jaames into submission. When he was done, He had suffered a fractured skull, 3 broken ribs, 4 cracked, all the bones in his left hand were broken, his right arm and thighbone had been broken in several places, his right eye had been swollen shut, and his body was one big bruise. His head swam and he saw stars.

"One more thing..." The creature said to him. "We certainly can't let the fraternization go unpunished."

"Please kill me....." James spat out blood as he whimpered.

"No...I'm going to have fun with you." He had knelt down to look into James bloodied and broken face when he said this. "Cut her legs off. We can't have her wandering around anymore." With that, he spit in James pleading face and walked away out the door.

"From now on in, your life is mine. You will never forget the name Gul Tarak for as long as you should live, and you'd better hope that isn't long."

He walked down the path outside to the next encampment of prison cages, as the door was locked behind him and the girl dragged off by his contingent.

James turned over in his cot of bloodied linen and cried, adding his own blood to the well-used blanket.

Lt. James Mitchell
Chief of Science
USS Galaxy
AES

"Common Bonds"
By Electra edited by Lt. Casey Miran

For the fourth time in as many days, there in the corner by one of the windows sat Miran. ELectra had watched her come in each day, sipping her fruit juice and gazing, no stareing out into the stars.

Electra was aware of Lt. Casey's pregnancy and that had made her uneasy. She found that the womans condition just brought back her own pain. But, now, after four days of returning to the same spot, Electra could see something in Miran that seemed to call out to her.

Slowly, not in her usual stride, she walked over to the table.

"Lt. Casey, may I sit with you?" THere was a softness in her voice and manner. A need that she had to speak with the Bajoran woman....

"Yes, if you want to, Ma'am. We have not really talked before. I guess I do not really talk to many outside those that I work closely with..." Her voice was barely audible and seemed to Electra to have a certain troubled quiver.

"Yes, I noticed." Electra said as she sat down beside Miran. Looking at her, then staring out at the stars as she had been doing. "I too... well found it difficult to talk with you before. I have seen you here several times alone and I wanted to come and meet you but something always stopped me." Her proud head dropped as her tone too became hard to discern.

"I... why? What stopped you?"

"I was also with child once... I know how emotional a time it can be. But the memory of that time is too painful. I try my best to forget and to go on. I lost my child, and the father of my child too..." The pain was sharp, deep in the pit of her stomach. The agony brought on by memories, hidden, festering.

"I did not know. Were you married?"

A single tear trailed from Electra's eye. The first sign of emotion in Electra in the months she had been aboard the Galaxy. The first inkling of a soul, of heart, so broken that it appeared to be made of stone. The outpouring of her story came tripping from her lips. She came to console someone who appeared to be melancholy... instead... she began the slow process of grieving. The hard exterior had given way to finding her sorrow at the loss of her beloved Joseph Zahn, and his baby.

Miran sat quietly consolin

g Electra, a pregnancy, a loss, and uncertainty gave them a common bond. When Electra had told her tale and released some of the bottled up emotions that had created the icy facade, Miran began to think of her loss and the pain she had felt. She too knew the pain of losing the person you love most. The talk made Miran realize that she was scared of feeling the pain again. The two talked at length and Miran found herself opening up to a woman she would never have expected to befriend.

"The Sound Of The Drum..."
By Ensign Linda Chalmers
Tactical Officer,USS Galaxy

****Holodeck 4*****

With the program loaded, Linda steped into the holodeck. The stage was set, 30,000 people were in attendince. This was the only thing she didn't take serious, off-duty, when she could play the drums, or the guitar.

She was going to be playing drums today. She took her seat, as the they were about to play. Kirk,James, and Jason were all set up, frozen in place.

"Begin program," she said. Everyone came to life, and the song 'For Whom The Bell Tolls' began.

The crowd was screaming. Youth teens with wild hair, were stage diving. Linda was playing perfect, no mistakes.

It was over soon. Linda ended the program. It had been great to play with one of the best bands of earths 20th Century. She was gathering her stuff when the doors opened.

"Excuse me, your time is up," someone said.

"A dangerous mission"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Several hours had past since Captain Price was first made aware that the deadly virus the Dronegarian population was suffering from was most likely caused by a biological weapon. Added to that knowledge, Lee was shouldering the knowledge that the peace talks between Rhomboid and Dronegar had broken off. The cease fire between those two worlds was now null and void. The Galaxy, and the away team was sitting in a war zone, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

"Bajoran coffee, with cream. Double sweet."

The hum of the replicator in Captain Price's ready room materialized a steaming mug which the Captain reached for taking a healthy sip after first blowing gently on the surface. As he swallowed, the door chime to his office sang out.

"Enter." Lee called out as he began to make his way back to his desk.

Lieutenant Commander Joerg Sterner, the Galaxy's Chief Security Officer walked into the room.

"Commander. Can I get you something to drink 'mate?" Lee asked, motioning to the replicator where he had just come from.

"No thank you sir." Joerg said as he and Captain Price sat down near his desk.

"I take it you've found out something about the weapons used on Dronegar?" Lee asked hopefully while cradling his coffee mug in both hands, warming them.

"Yes sir. I made numerous sub-space queries about the quadrant. Biogenic weapons of this nature are not commonly sold in the Federation because they are highly illegal, extremely dangerous, and quite messy compared to modern weaponry that is more easily available if you know the right sources." Joerg started.

"I see. But you managed to find someone who does supply such weapons?" Lee anticipated.

"Not really someone Captain, as much as a place. A well known space port in the Dixas system. You might remember what had happened to a neighboring planet in the system, Cordanis IV. It was devastated by biological weapons of this very same design."

Lee nodded, recalling the Federation News Bulletins from several years back, when he was but an Ensign in Starfleet Command.

"Well, there is a space port built in the crater city of Kal-Dixas. It is a known hang out of some of the most notorious weapons dealers in the quadrant. I'm told that if there is a weapon that needs to be purchased, including a biological weapon, Kal-Dixas is the place where one could find it."

"Sounds like a rough place 'mate." Lee commented.

"Aye. It is sir. My contact says they don't take too kindly to Federation visitors in that port of call. Showing up in a Galaxy Class Starship would probably not be very conducive of getting anyone to talk about dealing in biogenic weapons sir." Joerg explained.

"I agree. But we can deal with that when the time comes." Captain Price commented, placing his coffee mug down. "Do you know where we can start our investigation 'Commander?"

"Yes sir. Ursa, that's my friend, said there is a gun runners hang out in the Sul-Maxyr residential district called 'Slice of Risa bar'. He suggested starting there, but warned that it's a rough place."

Lee nodded. "This friend of yours, is his information reliable 'mate?" the Captain asked.

Joerg nodded. "Yes sir I believe so. Ursa Sunder and I attended Starfleet Academy together. I know him quite well. He has various underworld connections unavailable to most people who are in Starfleet because of his upbringing by Orion Privateers. He is currently the Chief Security Officer of Outpost 77 sir."

Lee raised an eyebrow. Outpost 77 was once known as the dumping grounds of the Federation. It was the assignment the instructors at Starfleet Academy threatened to send folk that did poorly on their exams. Located at the extreme outskirts of Federation space. One coined "Outpost Death" until recent discoveries of rich mineral deposits have revitalized that once forsaken Outpost and relay station. Now platoons of Starfleet Marines call it home, under the capable command of the Vindicated Captain Karen Davies.

"Outpost 77? That is a rough spot. I have been hearing good things about it recently however. I take it this Chief of Security is doing a good job at making that station a safe place to live."

"Yes Captain. Lieutenant Sunder has done a lot to clean up what was once a dumping ground of Federation rejects and turned it into a first class Federation Outpost. I get the feeling he is getting bored though, now that the challenge of cleaning up is over. When I talked to him, he seemed to wish he was still stationed on board a Starship once again..." Joerg's eyes caught and held the Captain's for a moment.

Picking up on the implied hint, Lee suggested, "Perhaps, since this Kal-Dixas space port is such a dangerous place, and your Lieutenant Sunder seems to be familiar with the layout and the people that frequent there, he would be willing to act as an escort for a small away team while we conduct our investigation?"

"That could probably be arranged Captain. He could meet us on route. I can contact him if you like and arrange it. Ursa did express interest in being stationed on the Galaxy."

"Then do it 'mate. Have Lieutenant Sunder meet us on route to Kal-Dixas. We can use this mission to evaluate his performance and I can send for his service record. If he checks out and fits in, I will put in for his transfer."

"He will be pleased to hear that Captain." Joerg smiled.

"I will be calling a senior staff meeting in a few minutes. See if you can contact Sunder before then and confirm our arrangements."

"Aye Captain." Joerg said as he and Captain Price rose from their seats, the meeting plainly over.

*****

*** USS Galaxy - Executive Conference room ***

Captain Price sat at the head of the table with the members of his senior staff in their usual seats.

"Thank you all for coming." Captain Price started. "As you may know, the peace talks between Rhomboid and Dronegar have broken off. The cease fire between these two worlds is no longer in effect. That now places the Galaxy and the away team effectively in the war zone of these two worlds."

The Captain glanced around the table, making sure he had everyone's attention. "I called for the immediate withdrawal of our people as soon as the Rhomboid were escorted to their landing craft and left Dronegar's surface. Ambassador Lorn however feels there is still a chance at reaching a peaceful settlement of these hostilities and has requested to remain on Dronegar to see this through."

Lieutenant' Mercury interjected a question, "Captain, doesn't the Prime Directive dictate that we withdraw from this civil conflict?"

Lee nodded. "Yes Lieutenant'. General Order One, the non-interference directive, does apply to this situation. However, we are here at the request of the Dronegarians to negotiate peace. Ambassador Lorn insists that Dronegar is sincere in their desire to end the hostilities, and will not leave as long as that hope remains. He has placed me in a very awkward and vulnerable position..."

The Captain paused for a moment, thinking of all of the officers and crew members that had lost their lives in recent months on the various missions the Galaxy had under taken. The weight of their lives rested heavily on the Captain shoulders. Finally, he cleared his voice and continued. "After giving the Ambassador's request much thought, I have decided to grant his request and allow him to remain on Dronegar. I feel the Ambassador is right, a peaceful settlement between these two worlds is worth the potential risk of leaving a small delegation of Federation members on the planet during this time of war. There for, I would like to assemble two full teams of security personnel on a volunteer basis to beam down to Dronegar and provide protection for Ambassador Lorn during his attempts at reestablishing peace talks between Rhomboid and Dronegar."

Lieutenant Commander Sterner looked at the Captain and asked, "Sir, what sort of armaments would the volunteers be carrying, and what are our orders should we be attacked by Rhomboid forces?"

"Each member of the away team, on Security detail or other wise, will be outfitted with a type 1 phaser and a phaser riffle. You are there to provide protection for Ambassador Lorn and the peace delegation. You are not to fire upon the Rhomboid, unless fired upon first. This defensive posture is with in keeping of the prime directive." Captain Price explained.

Joerg nodded, "I see sir. Thank you for clearing that up. I'm sure the men will ask."

Lee nodded at the Chief of Security.

"Captain," Doctor Tash began, "What about the medical and scientific teams at the Nesting place of the sick? There are still thousands of sick and dying Dronegarians we are rendering humanitarian aide to Captain. With the cease fire lifted, those positions will also be vulnerable."

"Good point Doctor. That is why I want to assemble two full security teams. One will remain with Ambassador Lorn and Commander Coe at the Triad Hachurui building. The other will be stationed at these nesting caves you speak of to provide cover for the sick and wounded Dronegar. Each member from medical and science will also be outfitted with weapons for their own protection." Lee could see that Doctor Tash didn't particularly like the idea of medical personnel carrying side arms, but given the war time circumstances, she didn't say anything other than what her sour look relayed.

"I am not going to sugar coat this for anyone. Things could get mighty hairy down on the planet surface if Rhomboid launches a full blown assault. That's why this mission is strictly on a volunteer basis. We do have a possible lead on the origin of the biogenic weapons that we suspect are the cause of this deadly disease from which Dronegar suffers. The Galaxy will be leaving orbit to pursue that investigation, so the away team will be completely on their own for a full five days before the Galaxy returns. I want everyone to understand what they are getting themselves into before they volunteer for this assignment..." Lee glanced around the room and could see his senior staff thinking things over. He saw Lieutenant Deiran Casey sitting up on the edge of his chair, all but ready to volunteer when his wife, Lieutenant Casey Ti Miran, placed a hand on his, as if silently reminding him of his current and future responsibilities in their unborn child.

"I'll go Captain." Doctor Tash said without hesitation, "And I am sure most of my staff will also volunteer."

Lee nodded. "Thank you Doctor. Have those that are going check in to the armory and have their weapons issued before the beam down to the planet."

"I'll go Captain." Chief Engineer Mercury said, "You never know when they might need an Engineer."

Lee shook his head. "No 'Lieutenant. I have a special project in mind for you and your team of engineers which I'd like Lieutenant Casey to take charge of once we leave orbit."

Both David Mercury and Deiran Casey's eyebrows shot up. But Lee could sense that Miran was relieved that Deiran wouldn't be going down to the planet into that war zone.

"Like wise 'Commander," Captain Price said looking at Joerg Sterner, "I will need you to accompany us in our investigation of the source of these biological weapons."

"I understand Captain. I am sure Lieutenant' K'arta and Lieutenant Arcas can lead the two away teams effectively." Joerg stated.

"Very good. Then let's do it. Assemble the Medical, Science and Security forces, issue weapons and have them beam down to Dronegar as soon as possible. The Galaxy will leave orbit once our teams are in place on Dronegar. We will return in five days. Hopefully with some answers to this biological virus."

Captain Price glanced around the conference table before adding, "Dismissed."

As his senior officers began exiting the conference room, Lee raised a hand, "Deiran, David, come here."

Lieutenant Casey stopped, reached over and gave his wife, Miran, a peck on the cheek before returning to where Captain Price and Chief Engineer Mercury were standing.

"Yes Captain? What is it sir?" Casey asked.

"Lieutenant, we will be setting course for the Kal-Dixas Space Port in the Dixas system. It is a seedy gun runner's port of call where we suspect the dealers of these types of biological weapons work out of. I need you, Lieutenant Casey, to work with Lieutenant' Mercury and his men to make one of our shuttle craft look as if it has been sold as surplus to the civilian market. Age it, to make it look like it has over a million flight hours on it, and modify it so that it makes a convincing weapons dealer craft."

Deiran nodded. He felt bad about not volunteering for the away team mission on Dronegar, but felt better now that he had something important to do to help the mission. "No problem Captain. That shouldn't take very long at all."

"Do you have a particular shuttle in mind Captain?" Chief Engineer Mercury asked.

"No, not really Lieutenant'. What do you suggest?"

David scratched his head for a moment. "Well sir, the oldest shuttle we have on board would be the Personnel Type 6 Shuttle, the 'USS Yeager', sir. It would be the most likely candidate. It sits 6 in the standard configuration, and though not standard, most can be outfitted with dual phasers for special operations, something no gun runner shuttle would be without."

"Excellent." Captain Price commented, "That should do perfectly. Get your crews to doctor it up, making it look like it's been long out of Starfleet and sold as surplus to the civil market. Remove the Federation IDN beacon, alter the registry in our databanks, maybe give her a new paint job... the works 'mate."

"We'll get right on it Captain." David said with a smile.

"Great 'mate." Captain Price said before turning to Deiran, "You've got two days. Keep me informed of your progress."

"Will do Captain." Casey said as he and Lieutenant' Mercury began to walk out of the conference room.

"Remember the paint jobs they used to put on old World War II fighter planes?..." Lieutenant' Mercury mused to Derian.

"The ones with the growling sharks mouth?" Casey replied.

"That's it! What if we did something like that, and went to darker tones to help camouflage the hull, and..."

The two officers walked out of the room, their voices trailing off as the doors swooshed shut.

The past few days had been very long ones for Devlynn. The school had taken up much of her time. It seemed that Colby and Jonathan had stirred something within the children that caused them to let loose. It was not making the teachers happy.

She had Mrs. Hatchmoor in her office another three times that week, each time toting a student by his or her ear. She had become a more potent shade of red each time.

From Devlynn's point of view the children were only expressing themselves, however the teachers, most of who were from Earth, were not of the same mind as the liberal Betazoid. A few the younger of the teachers backed Dev and her ideals.

Some of the parents however did not.

They wanted more strict rules for their children. One parent said that she wasn't "sending my kid to school to learn to climb walls." This bothered Dev and so she decided to take firm action. She cancelled all her appointments until further notice, and refered all her clients to other staff members, and spent her entire day moving from class to class.

She merely observed, but the children knew that they had gone too far. Colby, who had reached near instant infamy with the children of the Galaxy, was not so popular now. His mother was becoming a MOTHER. Which was not a good place for any parent to be. That's the last thing that children want to deal with.

Colby had pleaded with her not to start her rounds of the school system. "Please mama, they'll beat me up!" He said.

"Don't worry honey, they won't touch you," she reassured him. And they hadn't touched him. The older children on board hadn't been the problem, it was the younger ones. Grade 3, 4 & 5. Ambria Trenton, one of the Senior-School teachers, had been by her office the other to note that the students hadn't been so well behaved in months. That it had all changed since Dev started her rounds. Ambria recommended that she keep it up.

Dev slammed her head on the table.

After the away team had returned from the peacetalks, Leslie had submitted her report to Devlynn, that was the last thing that she wanted to see. She accepted the PADD with a smile on her face, but quickly dispatched of the thing when Leslie turned away.

She had read it since, but she didn't remember a darned thing, she was reading it during on of Mrs. Hatchmoor's more captivating lectures on the Life Cycle of a Bolian Tiger-Ant. She fell asleep.

The recent Senior Officers meeting perked her up a little. The Captain told a fascinating story of a place called Kal-Dixas. It sounded very seedy, but still a most wonderful place to visit. However, seeing as it was an undercover mission, and Colby was here, Dev was unable to volunteer.

She would have LOVED to have gone on that trip, anything to get off the ship for a while.

For now, she just had to content herself with sifting through the papers that kept attaching themselves to her desk. It was depressing.

Lt. Devlynn Salshyar, Chief Counselor, USS Galaxy

"Holo Ideas"
By Lt. (Jg) Thomas

Chris had spent several hours talking with Mac about his idea for using an a sophisticated holographic idea. The idea and the plans where sound, but there were some unanswered questions. Which would require more time to answer as he didn't have his usual guidance source for this material. He was confined to his quarters which were clean enough to pass even the toughest admiral's inspection. Though he somehow doubt that an admiral would becoming along to inspect his quarters anytime soon.

Chris went to work on calculating the need information. He spent the next 4 or 5 hours running the calculations. Which were making his head spin, it could be done, but it couldn't be achieved without some real modification to some systems and even then he might have to some additional rework.

Luckily he had come to way to by pass having to make some hull and physical changes to the ship itself. His original configuration would require some major construction to get the needed power to run it effectively. He then began to approach the idea from other directions, which in turn finally yielded a relatively simple construction plan, but would require more intensive programing.

He spent an additional two hours working out some of the finer details to the plan. He wasn't sure what Mac would think or react to what he was going to tell him about the idea. The worst part is that in order to do it two things would have to be taken off-line or at least shielded for the work, sensor would have be taken off-line long enough to implement the program and then power to the area would have to be reduced or shutdown while they installed some parts to make the whole thing work right, once that was done they'd still have run some new power taps to provide enough power. This could only be done after the program pieces where written, he had some of them already established. However he would have modify some of the coding.

He figured the programming would take him at least a full day, though sense he really didn't have anywhere else to go it wouldn't be a problem. Then was that part was complete, he need about 20 to 30 minutes to install the program and test it first. So they'd have been able to rely on reduce sensors for a while. Then was that was done it would probably take him four or five hours to run the power setup and probably 2 hours to install the parts.

Chris figured that he shouldn't keep Mac in the dark.

"Computer please send a message to Lt. Hunter"

"Mac, I have completed the needed calculations, but we need to talk about this in private come by my quarters. I'll certainly be here waiting for you.

"Send Message"

"Computer please send the following message to Dev."

"Dev greetings,

I wanted to see if Colby had gotten the program I made for him, I made him a holographic program of Betazed. I hope he enjoyed the gift. I'm sorry I turned my back on you and Colby, it was just tough for me to accept the fact that Colby wanted out of my life. I haven't dealt with as well as I should've and for that I am sorry.

I have been considering my future and my career, I'd like to talk you as soon as you can get free. I'll be in my quarters at anytime over the next several days."

"Love, Chris."

"Send Message"

Chris wanted to see if there was still a chance for a future between them, if there wasn't then he wanted to know that before he made any decision about his career. He already knew that if he were to rejoin SI, he had have new codes and he could easily or most likely finish decrypting the information that Suvak had given him. He was already finding some things out that he really didn't want to know. He was certain now based upon the information that his wife's death wasn't an accident. The documents or at least some did that there was some questions about the stability of their work and its safety. He honestly believed that once finished he'd fine that it might not only have been a cover-up, but perhaps a murder though to what degree he might never be certain.

***

Chris relaxed and waited for Mac's arrival.

Chris Patton

Time Doesn't Fly
By: Lt. jg Mélissa Marie Boudreau

As Gamma Shift was ending, Lt. jg David Mercury entered Main Engineering.

"Hi Mélissa! How was Gamma Shift?"

Mélissa looked up and smiled. "Oh, you know, the usual. Everyone quietly working on their projects and doing minor repairs. And of course, there were the night owls that go exploring the ship until they end up here and ask for a tour of the systems."

David laughed. "Well, there's a senior staff meeting a little later. Maybe the Captain will have something for you to do. See you later!"

"Bye!" Mélissa headed straight to her quarters. As she entered the room, she noticed the maple leaf sitting on her desk and smiled. She was still tired from that "thinking". Of course, she didn't usally sleep until closer to Beta Shift so she decided to head for Ten Forward. Instead of her uniform however, she decided to wear some of the casual clothes she had brought from home.

The young lieutenant entered Ten Forward and was surprised by the amount of people in the room. She walked over to the bar and found Electra.

"Hi Electra! How's it going? I can't believe how many people are in here today!"

"Hello Mélissa! It must have been a boring Gamma Shift to bring everyone here."

"I guess it did seem kind of slow." Mélissa and Electra talked for a while until the French Canadian had an idea.

"By the way Electra, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the holodeck with me one of these days. We could continue one of my holonovels or do whatever you like. What do you think?"

Amelie Aka:
Lt. jg Melissa Marie Boudreau
Assistant Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galaxy NCC-70637

"End of Shift"
by Ensign Tebrianne Bancroft

Tebrianne left the bridge after the completion of Gamma shift. Lt. Casey Ti was at the helm, and she was finished with her duties for the day.

Tebrianne returned to her quarters, took a quick shower, and dressed in some casual clothes. Might as well be comfortable when not working, she thought.

Tebrianne left her quarters, she hadn't seen her bunkmate in a couple days. I guess that was one of the pitfalls of working such different shifts. She hadn't seen Ensign John Prescott for a while either. He had seemed interested in her, but suddenly his interest cooled down and she hadn't seen him in at least three days.

Tebrianne found herself heading towards Ten Forward. She entered and noticed a young woman talking to Electra. She walked past and took a seat near one of the windows. It was nice to stare out into the vastness of space.

Electra approached the table, she must have finished her conversation with, Tebrianne thought it was, Lt. Boudreau.

"Can I get you anything, Tebrianne?" she asked.

"A bowl of fruit and some cranberry juice, please," Tebrianne said.

"Fruit and CranJuice," she said, heading back to the bar.

Tebrianne returned to watching the stars.

"Home Again"
By Ensign Leslie Wilson
Counselor, USS Galaxy

****Transporter Room 2****

The transporter faded, and Leslie steped back onto the Galaxy. It was good to be home. She left with a smile on her face for the first time in many days.

When she got to her quarters, she took a hot shower. After getting dressed she headed off to report to Lieutenant Slashyar. She carried a Data PADD, which contained her report.

She tapped the door chime to Dev's office. "Enter," the voice of the Chief Counselor said. The doors slid aside, and Lesle steped inside. Dev looked busy. "Good to see you Leslie," she said. "Thank you," Leslie replied, handing her the PADD. Dev took a glance at it. For a second she had a face that said: I don't want to read this.

They chatted for a few moments, and then Leslie left. Once again she thought of how good it was to be home.

"The Spitfire"
USS Galaxy
Lt. Deiran Casey
w/ excerpts by Captain Price

Deiran and Miran entered the Executive Lounge and took their seats, next to one another of course. Miran seemed to be in an exceptional mood today which made Casey happy. So, it made him feel good and the day was going well.

Casey listened to the meeting. He took in every word like a recorder. And when he heard the word "volunteer" he wanted to get in the fray. He was just about to raise his hand when Miran stopped him. Casey looked at his wife. Miran didn’t say a word, but he knew that he should stay with her and the baby. But, it killed him. He wanted decorations or medals to add to his record. Something to show excellence and valor in the line of duty. He wondered if he’d ever get a medal.

But, his love for Miran and her well-being was more important to him. He knew she was right. So, he let it go and didn’t volunteer.

But then he heard David volunteer and the Captain rebuffed the idea, Casey listened. Lee shook his head. "No 'Lieutenant. I have a special project in mind for you and your team of engineers which I'd like Lieutenant Casey to take charge of once we leave orbit." When Casey heard his name he smiled. Miran rolled her eyes at him and smiled.

Both David Mercury and Casey's eyebrows shot up. But Lee could sense that Miran was relieved that Deiran wouldn't be going down to the planet into that war zone.

As his senior officers began exiting the conference room, Lee raised a hand, "Deiran, David, come here."

Casey stopped, reached over and gave his wife, Miran, a kiss on the cheek before returning to where Captain Price and Chief Engineer Mercury were standing.

"Yes Captain? What is it sir?" Casey asked.

"Lieutenant, we will be setting course for the Kal-Dixas Space Port in the Dixas system. It is a seedy gun runner's port of call where we suspect the dealers of these types of biological weapons work out of. I need you, Lieutenant Casey, to work with Lieutenant' Mercury and his men to make one of our shuttle craft look as if it has been sold as surplus to the civilian market. Age it, to make it look like it has over a million flight hours on it, and modify it so that it makes a convincing weapons dealer craft."

Deiran nodded, "No problem Captain. That shouldn't take very long at all. I’ll double our efforts. After we’re done with the shuttle, we won’t recognize it."

"Do you have a particular shuttle in mind Captain?" Chief Engineer Mercury asked.

"No, not really Lieutenant'. What do you suggest?"

David scratched his head for a moment. "Well sir, the oldest shuttle we have on board would be the Personnel Type 6 Shuttle, the 'USS Yeager', sir. It would be the most likely candidate. It sits 6 in the standard configuration, and though not standard, most can be outfitted with dual phasers for special operations, something no gun runner shuttle would be without."

"Excellent." Captain Price commented, "That should do perfectly. Get your crews to doctor it up, making it look like it's been long out of Starfleet and sold as surplus to the civil market. Remove the Federation IDN beacon, alter the registry in our databanks, maybe give her a new paint job... the works 'mate."

"We'll get right on it Captain." David said with a smile.

"Great 'mate." Captain Price said before turning to Deiran, "You've got two days. Keep me informed of your progress."

"Captain, we can finish the job in 14 hours," Casey said, smiling. It sounded great, and he gave his crew enough time to spare.

Casey and Lieutenant' Mercury began to walk out of the conference room.

"Remember the paint jobs they used to put on old World War II fighter planes?..." Lieutenant' Mercury mused to Deiran.

"The ones with the growling sharks mouth? Spitfires I believe they were," Casey replied.

"That's it! What if we did something like that, and went to darker tones to help camouflage the hull…" Mercury’s mind was already churning out ideas. Casey liked that about the engineer.

"David, the USS Yeager is in shuttle bay 3. Assemble an engineering team that you want on this project. We’ll meet at 1300 hours and begin the refit. Be sure to schedule three teams we’re going to work through shifts on this. I want it done quick and efficient."

"Don’t you always Deiran?" David laughed.

Casey laughed with him and walked away to his Ops office.

"Computer establish comm to Ops officers Freeman, Kagitingan, Kelly, Olanda, Kalral, Tevorok and Sera on Alpha and Beta Shifts," Casey asked the computer.

[Communication channel established to all specified personnel] the computer voice returned, the voice sounding bored at the tediousness of being a computer.

"This is Lt. Casey, there will be a briefing concerning all of you, in shuttle bay 3. The captain has Ops and engineering on a special assignment. See you all at the briefing at 1300 hours."

Casey disconnected the comm with a tap and arrived at his office.

He picked up a PADD and started to put down everything that would need to be done to the Yeager shuttle. He had 30 minutes until it was 1300.

*** 1300 hours, shuttle bay 3 ***

Casey and Mercury already knew the plan. They both thought of the same things and planned for the same refits. They would brief the officers in att

endance and get to work.

"Thank you all for your promptness. On the PADD’s given to you is everything we need to do to make this shuttle look old, used and as far from being in Starfleet as we possibly can make it.

"We need change the registry of the shuttle in the Federation databanks. Change the IDN beacon so it transmits a civilian frequency. We’re going to give it a paint job. We’ll also be changing the name. ‘The Spitfire’ has a nice ring to it. And it will match the paint job that some of the engineers will be working on. Our job is to age the shuttle, on the PADD is a list of upgrades and additions to the shuttle that would be made by civilians. Also, you’ll find all the minute changes we’ll be making and who is assigned to what task."

Casey looked to Mercury, "is there anything you’d like to add Lieutenant?"

"This isn't no cat"
by Ensign Burns/approved by Lt.(jg) Samara

John sat in his quarters with a board expression on his face. He wanted to play hockey but Ensign Campbell was still on the surface. John suddenly had a thought hit him. He remembered talking with Lt.(jg) Samara about her interest in playing hockey with him.

"Computer, where is Lt.(jg) Samara?"

('Lt.(jg) Samara is in located her quarters')

"Great, now maybe I can get to play some hockey." John said aloud.

***A few minutes later outside Lt.(jg) Samara quarters***

John pressed the panel next to the door. From inside he thought he heard a sound that didn't sound human and then followed by a language not familiar to him. John waited about ten seconds before someone finally said "enter" from behind the door.

John walked in and said "Hello Lt.(jg) Samara."

"Hello Ensign...ummm....Ensign Burns, right?"

"You remembered my name correctly Lt.(jg)."

"When were off duty forget the formalities, just call me K'Eytyanna. "

"Ok Lt....or K'Eytyanna and I like Burnsie if you don't mind but, you can use John if you wish."

"So, Burnsie what has brought you all the way to my quarters?"

John heard some noises coming from the bathroom.

"Well K'Eytyanna, do you remember when I talked to you about hock.... "

As John was talking a pinkish brown object darted out of the bathroom going straight for him. In reflex John jumped out of the way but it was too late. Whatever it was, was already on top of him. John was trying to shield his face as the animal was licking his face.

The licking finally stopped and the animal began to sniff at John. For the first time since it leaped onto John he was able to open his eyes. Looking at the animal John said aloud, "This isn't no cat."

He heard more commands being said by K'Eytyanna in that unknown language again. The animal was finally taken of a John. John stood up brushing the pinkish and brown hairs off of his uniform.

"I hardly think that would be legal on a starship and... what is that thing."

K'Eytyanna went into explaining how she came into contact with the targ named D'Akana and how she was able to get it aboard.

"Please do not tell anyone about D'Akana" K'Eytyanna said. "I will pay you for your efforts, just name your price."

"Hmm..." John thought to himself. "Ok its a deal but I do not know exactly what it is I want..."

Interrupting John K'Eytyanna said, "Take as much time as you need and whatever you ask for I will try to get for you."

"Sounds good. Now for the reason I was here. Would you like to play hockey some time?"

Ensign Burns/Tactical Dept. aka Pat Burns

"First Test"
Lt.jg Mercury
Chief of Engineering

Casey looked to Mercury, "is there anything you'd like to add Lieutenant?"

"To all of my engineering crew, this will be our first test. We need to show the Captain that this new crew and specifically me are prepared and able to do whatever is asked. No excuses let's get it done!" David finished addressing his crew and now he need to reschedule his teams. "If you will excuse me Casey, I need to inform my other shifts of there responsibilies. I will return by 1400h."

"No porblem, David, I will see you then."

"Mercury to Bourdeau," David tapped his com badge and proceeded to leave the shuttle bay.

"Go ahead David"

"Did I wake you Melissa?"

"Not at all, I was just relaxing, what's up?"

"I recieved new orders from the Captain and we need to meet to discuss our plans, can you meet me in Engineering in about ten minutes?" David was already halfway there.

"I will see you there."

****************Engineering******************

"Finally something exciting, what do we have to do?" Melissa seemed excited to finally have some involvement in this mission.

"Well, the Captain wants us along with Casey and his crew to transform the USS Yager."

"Transform her into what?"

"It is a surprise, but I think that you will get a kick out of it," David said with a smile. "I'd like to tell you but I am in kind of a rush, I need to meet Casey back in the shuttle bay at 1400h. Melissa, this is what I need you to do, I need you to assemble a team to work on the shuttle during your shift. I will assign Ensign Prescott to your shift to inform you of our progress and to personally give you my report on the transformation. I am kind of nervous this is my first test as Chief of Engineering."

"David, don't worry, you will do fine, we will get it done together. Good luck, I will speak to you later."

"Thanks Melissa!" David left Melissa and headed back to the shuttle bay.

***************Shuttle Bay*********************

"Ensign Prescott"

"Yes, sir!" the young Ensign promply presented himself in front of David.

"Ensign, I have a special assignment for you. I need you to find Chiron and have him come directly here for his shift, I need to explain everything to him. Also, I need you to report directly to Lt. Bourdeau on the situation in here. Dismissed." David finally felt a little organized and was ready to get started on the shuttle. "It is time to get a little creative!"

Dan Josephs

Sunder leaned back heavily in his chair. A chance to serve on board a starship again! In deep thought, his eyes widened at the prospect: away missions, up-to-date technology, and the thrill of exploration again. he steepled his long fingers together in further contemplation.

" You gonna take it? " The voice startled Sunder out of his reverie. He swiveled his chair around to see Ensign Knowles leaning in the doorway with a disgruntled expression on his face.

" Ced! Damn it, what happened to the right to privacy? " He growled. " How much did you hear? "

" Fairly all of it, as I'd reckon. " Knowles looked glum. " That bad, is it? "

Sunder changed his tone. " I'd appreciate your discretion on this Ced. Yeah, it has gotten to that stage. I've done all I can do here and I think it's time to consider other options, to put it in bureaucrat-ese. " He tried a smile, to no avail.

" You sound like you've already made up your mind then. " Knowles sharply turned around and walked back into the control centre. Sunder closed his eyes.

" Damn it, " he muttered under his breath, cupping his head in hand. Waiting a few minutes, he stepped into the control room. Knowles was trying to avoid his gaze, occupying himself with as many mundane tasks he could think of on the spot.

" Ced, what's the status on the marine contingent hitting the Bandar site? " He asked.

The short Yorkshireman finally looked up. " Sorry LIEUTENANT, but I have not had the pleasure of being privy to the plans pertaining to that particular operation as of yet. Perhaps you might want to check with major Jeppo on that matter, that is unless you're preoccupied with jumping ship on us? " The sarcasm dripped heavily from Knowles' voice. Sunder would have to have been blind to miss the implication.

" You're pissed? "

" You're a genius ... sir. " He added as an afterthought.

" You think I'm running out on you, is that it? " He demanded.

" Again, your genius overwhelms me. Sir. " Knowles returned to his console. Sunder pulled up a chair.

" Fine, if that's the way you want it. " He hooked his leg around the chair, pulling it towards him and knocking Knowles to the floor. Sunder took the chair and sat down.

" You will stand when you address me, Ensign. I'll not have your insubordinate attitude in this office. " Sunder lifted his legs and rested them on the console, watching the glaring ensign get to his feet.

" I have nothing further to say, sir. " Knowles said through clenched teeth.

" Fine, " replied Sunder. " Then we'll just stay here until you're ready to tell me what your problem is. " Sunder crossed his arms with a look of patient expectance on his face, continuing to fix his stare at the angry ensign.

An hour later, Knowles relaxed his rigid posture. Noticing the change in his stance, Sunder finally broke the silence.

" You ready to speak now? " He asked.

" It just hit me by surprise, that's all. When you said that you felt that you lost all sense of responsibilty, it got me mad. It made me think that you didn't think that your command... " Ced broke off, not knowing how to continue.

Sunder understood though. " Ced, it's not a reflection on what I think about my command. Or you. You've always justified yourself and your loyalty. " He stood up and walked around the console, uncomfortably. " Look Knowles, I'm not good at this sort of thing. Joerg is a good friend, but so are you. You've been a good second too, but you have to admit that things haven't been exactly by the book around here. "

" I didn't realize the marines had you that riled. " He said, with a wry grin. " The Indefatigable Ursa Sunder - imagine that. "

Sunder smiled back, relieved that he was finally getting through to his adjutant. " 'S not just the marines Ced. " He snorted. " It'll take more than those matchstick-toting pantywaists to get a rise out of me. " Cedric let out a loud bray at that. " You know that. This station's as secure as it can get. There's no more challenge here. "

" I suppose. " Knowles agreed. " Well there's not much else for it then, I suppose. " An expression of resolution had crossed his features, arousing Sunder's suspicious nature.

" I've seen that look before. What are you up to? "

" Well, I suppose there's nought else for it. I'll have to put in my own transfer request then! " With a loud laugh, Sunder stood up, patted Knowles on the shoulder, and left the security office. Just as he was walking out, He almost ran headlong into a shortish man in civillian attire who smelled like he hadn't had a bath in ages.

" Can I help you sir? " Sunder inquired, his size manifesting the usual intimidating effect on those of a dimunitive stature, rendering the stranger speechless.

“To be or not to be . . . . alas, nay closer”
by Lt. (jg) Greer Erikson
[checked by Lt. (jg) A. C. Hewson and Dr. Felicia Khatroweena - excerpts from William Shakespeare's 'Hamlet']

Although Greer and Cat were still both on the Gamma shift, they were virtually pulling double shifts. After their usual time at Science Station I and Sickbay respectively, they were in one of the science labs working on the new virus. This new virus was as interesting as it was lethal. Was it indeed new? Cat’s search in the LCARS database seems to suggest that this virus wasn’t an act of nature, but rather, a deliberate attack on the Dronegar. Although there was no direct evidence that the Rhomboid were involved all silently all fingers were pointing to them as likely candidates.

The science and medical departments were taking the newly found knowledge in an attempt to develop something that might ease the suffering that this small complex of DNA was causing. Eventhough they weren’t any closer to a vaccine, or even a cure, they were taking the oppurtunity to get as much information as they could. Data was being double-checked, tests duplicated for accuracy, diagnoses of the different stages and progression of the viral infect. All of it was being taken into consideration. It was somewhat discouraging that even with all this technology they couldn’t stop a nanoscopic pathogen from destroying the people it infected.

The counselling department was doing it’s best to support those officers who had become overcome after seeing the tragedy on the planet first-hand. Greer was pleased that as yet he hadn’t had to be there. Seeing the medical reports, he had remembered AC’s words in Ten Forward a few days before about not wanting to be there. He knew that as a member of Starfleet, and a scientist, duty may call on him to be there. He wasn’t looking forward to that prospect.

The stresses of the last several days told Greer that he needed to take the oppurtunity to relax a little.

***Holodeck Simulation: Erikson Shakespeare 1A, Holodeck 3***

Greer paced the step of Castle Elsinor dressed in 14th century Danish attire. He had aksed Cat and AC to meet him there. Well not really THERE, but the simulation of the steps of Castle Elsinor as the Holodeck protrayed it. Dressed in a layered black tunic trimmed with gold and some black tights he found that 14th century attire was not designed for comfort - even for the Prince of Denmark. His equally black cloak kept him warm from the chilling wind that whipped the countryside. The castle itself was based on a real Danish castle, its monumental and gothic bulk protruding in the panorama that was 14th century Denmark.

Greer had long been an affectionado of the greats of Terran literature, inluding William Shakespeare, Authur Conan-Doyle, Jane Austen, Emily Brönte, and Henry James. Combined with another of his interests (the theatre) the holodeck provided a brilliant set for the performance of one of the greatest tragedies ever written. It almost seemed an appropriate choice with the real tragedy of the Dronegar and the suspicion of Rhomboid involvement.

“What an irony” he thought to himself.

A commotion and an opening along the path to the main hall of Elsinor opened and there stood Cat and AC. AC was dressed similarly to Greer and looked as equally uncomfortable with his attire. AC's grey clothing and Greer's black clothing blended the two of them into the Gothic environment of Elsinor. Cat was dressed appropriately, however, her costume appeared a little more comfortable. Dressed in a blue full-length dress and wrapped in a darker blue cloak, she was a bright light in a place situated in the Dark Ages of Europe.

“Friends, come one, come all” Greer yelled out to the two of them. Beckoning their arrival at the steps.

“I really think this weather is just a little too realistic Greer” AC complained.

“Never fear, we’ll go inside” he reassured them. “Nice to see you could make it Cat.”

“Curiousity got the better of me” she let it slip out realising the possibility of a pun.

“Well curiousity did kill the c . . . . .” AC began until Cat interrupted him.

“Finish that and I will be very unpleasant” she insisted.

The three hurriedly entered the Great Hall of Elsinor. The floor was made of the same grey, basaltic stone as the walls but it was warmer than outside of the castle. Tapestries lined the walls likely depicting the history of the Danish royals or of Denmark itself. One of the tapestries seemed quite similar to the famous Bayeaux Tapestry which depicted the Battle of Hastings in 1066 on continental Europe. Hardly stilts of oakwood were arranged decoratively around the Great Hall. Towards the center back were the throne for the King and Queen. To either side of them was seat for some of the seats for the higher members of Danish society.

“Computer, record Greer Erikson as the part of Hamlet, Alan Clarence Hewson as the part of Horatio, and Felicia Khatroweena as the part of Ophelia.” Greer requested. It was important that the Holodeck representations of the other characters

know who was who in the simulation.

[Acknowledged]

“Computer, play from Act III, scene ii” Greer said “Begin.”

“Here, sweet lord, at your service.” Horatio said

“Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man/ As e'er my conversation coped withal.” Hamlet replied to his loyal friend.

“O, my dear lord,--”

“Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee/ That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,/ To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?/ No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,/ And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee/ Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?/ Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice/ And could of men distinguish, her election/ Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been/ As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,/ A man that fortune's buffets and rewards/ Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those/ Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,/ That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger/ To sound what stop she please. Give me that man/ That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him/ In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,/ As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--/ There is a play to-night before the king;/ One scene of it comes near the circumstance/ Which I have told thee of my father's death:/ I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,/ Even with the very comment of thy soul/ observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt/ Do not itself unkennel in one speech,/ It is a damned ghost that we have seen,/ And my imaginations are as foul/ As Vulcan's stithy./ Give him heedful note;/ For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,/ And after we will both our judgments join/ In censure of his seeming.”

“Well, my lord:/ If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,/ And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.”

“They are coming to the play; I must be idle:/ Get you a place.” Hamlet told Horatio.

With that a flourish of heralds sounded the enterance of Claudius, King of Denmark, and Gertrude, Queen of Denmark. Polonius (Ophelia’s father and the Royal Advisor), Ophelia, Rosencrantz (Hamlet’s friend from Gottenberg University), Guildenstern (another of Hamlet’s friends from Gottenberg University), and a number of indistinguishable courtiers entered the Great Hall after Their Majesties. The music was full of pomp and of circumstance but was seemingly appropriate to the scene.

“How fares our cousin Hamlet?” the King said in a polite, yet insincere, manner.

“Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat/ the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.” Hamlet replied.

“I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words/ are not mine.”

“No, nor mine now.”

Hamlet looked at Polonius “My lord, you played once i' the university, you say?”

‘That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.” the Royal Adviser replied.

“What did you enact?”

“I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the/ Capitol; Brutus killed me.” Polonius said proudly.

“It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf/ there. Be the players ready?” Hamlet observed.

“Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.” Rosencrantz said.

“Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.” the Queen beconed Hamlet.

“No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.” he replied to his mother.

Polonius turned to the King “O, ho! do you mark that?”

“Lady, shall I lie in your lap?” Hamlet said kneeling in front of the fair Ophelia. “I mean, my head upon your lap?”

“Ay, my lord.”

“Do you think I meant country matters?”

Hamlet placed his head in her lap as directed by the play. With that Cat raised her hand and brought it down on Greer head, throwing him to the ground. He hit the ground hard and AC’s face tightened in a sympathetic look.

“I mean . . . . “ Cat said trying to remember her line “. . . . What is, my lord?”

Greer layed there stunned at finding himself thrown to the ground. The Holodeck characters stood around him.

“Lady, that is not appropriate behaviour” the King said without the poetic rhythm of the play. “You have struck our fair cousin Hamlet.”

“Computer, discontinue Holodeck characters” Greer said still laying on the ground. The King, the Queen, Polonius, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and the courtiers all vanish in a flash of holographic discontinuation.

AC came over to help Greer up onto his feet and Cat looked on in disbelief. He was obviously sore but nothing seemed to be broken.

“At least there is a doctor present” AC said trying to see the humour in the situation. Greer and Cat were both in shock and didn’t immediately get the joke.

“I better get you to Sickbay” Cat said trying to help.

“That stone floor really feels like stone” Greer replied feeling the part of his shoulder that seemd to have taken the full force of his body hitting the floor.

“I didn’t . . . . “ Cat started to say still in disbelief.

Greer looked at her and saw how apologetic she was. “Don’t worry Cat, I understand.”

“Computer, save program” AC said and the three of them left the Holodeck.

“Next time I think we’ll just use the Bourbon Street program.” Greer stated.

“The what?” Cat asked.

“I’ll show it to you another time.”

"An error of judgment"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

The last of the volunteers from the USS Galaxy had beamed down to the surface of Dronegar several hours ago. When the last of them transported down, all equipped with hand and phaser riffles, Captain Price issued the orders that sent the Galaxy streaking off across the quadrant towards the Dixas system.

Captains Log - Stardate 49710.14:

Once again ignoring my better judgment, I have conceded to Ambassador Lorn's wishes and allowed the Federation diplomat to remain on Dronegar in an attempt to reopen negotiations with the Rhomboid. The Ambassador's dedication and determination to see peace in this system is commendable, however I can not help but feel he is like Don Quixote, charging head long at the windmill known as the Rhomboid. There is a Klingon saying, qoH vyvbe' Sus, or 'Only a fool stands before the wind.', and I fear that these Rhomboid are like that opposing wind.

Chief Operations Manager Deiran Casey is working closely with Engineering and Lieutenant' Mercury to convert the Yeager into a 'surplused' civilian shuttle. I need to give some thought to the crew members I wish to take on such a delicate mission. According to 'Commander Sterner, Kal-Dixas can be a rough place for Starfleet officers.

I have yet to visit Lieutenant Chris Thomas. He has been relieved of duty and confined to his quarters for abandoning his post, leaving a hologram to carry out his position. Chris is a good officer, only his judgment in this case was extremely poor. Hopefully Thomas has had an opportunity to think about his actions and will not make the same mistake in the future. I will be visiting him shortly to discuss this issue, and depending on his demeanor, will give him an opportunity to redeem himself on this upcoming investigation.

"Computer, close log." Lee stated. He was acknowledged by the high-low tones of the computer complying to his order. Standing, Captain Price tugged on his duty jacket and stepped out of his ready room and onto the bridge of the Galaxy.

"Lieutenant Casey Ti, what is our present position 'mate?"

Miran glanced over her shoulder at the Captain, "On route to the Dixas system sir, as ordered. Maintaining warp factor five."

Lee nodded. "Very good. Have we received word from Lieutenant Sunder's shuttle craft yet? Will he be making the rendezvous point on time?"

Lieutenant Casey Ti shook her head, "No word yet Captain, but 'Commander Sterner did send the transmission."

"I see. Let me know when we receive word from his shuttle. We may have to divert our course or increase speed to maintain our timetable for reaching Kal-Dixas." Captain Price explained.

"Will do Captain." Miran said with a smile.

"Any word from Deiran on the progress he's making with the shuttle craft?"

"No sir. But judging from his excitement when we last spoke during my break, he and the Engineering team are having fun 'tricking out' the shuttle. They have even given it a new name sir."

"Really? What might that be Lieutenant?" Lee inquired.

"The Spitfire. Deiran said it would become obvious why once you see it Captain."

"I will look forward to that." Lee commented with a grin. "I need to go speak to Lieutenant' Thomas in his quarters 'mate. You have the Conn until I return." Lee said, turning and making his way towards the Turbolift.

"Aye Captain." Miran replied raising from the helm station as her relief Helmsman took the position.

*****

*** Alpha Bah's Flag ship, in orbit of Dronegar ***

"I bring bright news my husband." Alpha Zan states with a satisfied smile.

"You may speak." Bah motions with his hand as he stares evilly out the main view portal of the inter-planetary space craft in orbit around Dronegar.

"The High Council of Rhomboid has launched the three additional assault craft from our home world my beloved. The final assault force is on their way to join us. The defeat of Dronegar will begin on the morrow when they obtain orbit about the planet and prepare to launch the landing pods." Zan said in a satisfied tone, as if taking great pleasure in knowing the final conflict is close at hand.

"Spokesperson Alpha Bah," Delta Gom, the Rhomboid military leader called out, "there is an incoming transmission from the Triad Hachurui on Dronegar. It is the Federation Ambassador."

"What dull drivel is the peace maker spinning now my love? If I am forced to listen to his passive tone any longer, I may scream from boredom." Zan commented.

Patting her hand as it rested upon his shoulder, Alpha Bah glanced at his wife, "Now, now my consort, Ambassador Lorn deserves our gratitude. Were it not for his constant peddling of peace, it would not of been possible for Rhomboid to complete the construction of our attack fleet, or the training of our troops, or the loading of our weapons. I believe we owe him the courtesy of our acknowledgment, and of course a quick and painless death for his trouble."

"It is times like this that I am reminded of why I married you my love." Zan said in an adoring tone.

"On screen Delta Gom." Bah ordered.

A moment later the image of Ambassador Lorn, still with his arms passively stowed in the billowing sleeves of his white diplomatic robes, appeared on the screen.

"Thank you for taking the time to speak to me Spokesperson Alpha Bah. It is my hope that I may yet convince you that peace between Rhomboid and Dronegar is still obtainable. The Dronegar wish to establish a peaceful coexistence between your two worlds, now more than any other time in your history."

A smug look formed on Bah's face as he crossed his arms haughtily, "The brink of defeat has a way of doing that to a government, Ambassador. It is my full intentions to return to the Triad Hachurui Ambassador, but not to sit around your stone conference tables and discuss matters of 'mutual cooperation', or 'territorial space zones'. No Ambassador, I intend to return to Dronegar as the leader of what history will record as 'The final assault'. I wish to thank you for all you have done to make this historic occasion possible Ambassador Lorn. With out your incessant 'preaching' of a peaceful resolution to the Rhomboid-Dronegar conflict, it would not have been possible for us to assemble the final assault force which is now presently making it's way towards Dronegar. I look forward to thanking you in person, on the morrow, Ambassador. It shall be a pleasure feasting from your beating heart as I hold it in my hand, waving it high in victory as a celebration of this historic event. For tomorrow, Rhomboid shall defeat Dronegar, once and for all. So you see, I shall be returning to your Triad Hachurui Ambassador, but not as a negotiator of peace, but as Dronegar's conquer!"

Ambassador Lorn tried to maintain his diplomatic composure, but it was difficult being so openly abused verbally by someone so filled with racial hatred as Alpha Bah. In an internal sigh of relief, Ambassador Lorn was grateful when Bah closed the channel on him.

"Ambassador?" Commander Coe asked softly, noting Lorn's sad disposition.

Raising a finger to his temple, Lorn paused a moment, as if meditating to try and clear his mind of the negative feelings Alpha bah had just subjected him to before speaking. "It has begun Commander. The Rhomboid will not be agreeing to return to the negotiations table as I had thought. I seem to of made an error of judgment. I fear I have placed you, and all of the members from the Galaxy, at extreme risk."

"No Ambassador, you did not. We all volunteered for this assignment because we, like yourself, believe that a peaceful settlement of the war is worth the potential risks. We will face this together, and we will succeed." JT reassured.

"The Rhomboid Spokesperson seemed very self assured Commander. I fear they have amassed a force larger than any ever before seen in so many centuries of conflict between these two worlds. If that is so, Alpha Bah may be right, Dronegar is doomed to fall under their attack."

"We will deal with their attack when it happens." Coe stated. "If you will excuse me Ambassador, I need to assemble the others and organize our people if we are to defend the Triad Hachurui, and The Nesting Caves of the Sick from the pending attack."

Ambassador Lorn nodded. "Go then, let the others know how sorry I am that I involved you all like this. I had no idea this is how things would turn out."

"Forget it Ambassador. What's done is done." Commander Coe reassured with a smile, as if pretending that being at 'ground zero' of an impending war time attack didn't bother him at all.

"The Rhomboid will attack tomorrow morning at first light Commander. It is Rhomboid tradition, just as the Dronegar only hunt the Frode during certain seasons of the year."

"I will pass that on to the others Ambassador. And don't worry," JT commented motioning to his own weapon, "Starfleet trained us all well when it comes to surviving. The crew of the Galaxy can handle themselves. You'll see."

Ambassador Lorn just nodded. His face reflected an uneasiness. A hint of doubt that made Commander Coe feel sorry for the Deltan negotiator. Things had obviously not turned out as he had hoped. Turning, Commander Coe exited the room to go speak to Lieutenant K'arta, Arcas and the others to let them know the Rhomboid are coming on the morrow.

***Over the horizen***
by Lt. JG Paran Chanor

Lieutenant Chanor had just finished another dreary Gamma shift and arrived back at his quarters when an incoming message arrived from Commander Sterner. He called it up and read it.

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To: All security officers
From: Lieutenant Commander Joerg Sterner
Subject: Volunteer mission

To all officers,

The USS Galaxy will be leaving orbit of the planet later today. However, Ambassador Lorn refuses to leave yet. As such, two security teams will be needed to guard the Triad Hachurui and the nesting areas where the Medical and Science teams will be located. This is a strictly volunteer mission and we will be out of contact with the Galaxy for several days at least.

If you decide to volunteer, meet in transporter room 2 by 11:00, equipped with at least a mark 1 phaser and a phaser rifle.
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Chanor read the message and immediately went to his small bedroom in his quarters. He opened the cupboard and looked over a wide array of weaponry, mostly missile weapons. He selected the phaser rifle, and the hand phaser as suggested by the commander, then looked inside, and was about to select an old reliable rifle, when he stopped. The commander had said it was a 'guard' mission, so it would obviously be defensive. Him turning up with an assortment

of deadly weapons might not go down well with the commander, especially as the Prime Directive prohibited offensive action in this circumstance, unless fired upon. Besides, the Dronegar were bound to have plenty of weapons ready, and he'd already studied a few of them over the past days.

Instead, he headed over to a second copboard, and reached inside, drawing out a special suit of cloth armour. He'd picked this up from Lieutenant Belfour, whilst serving on the USS Ranger. It'd been a sort of a going away present from him. He'd never been sure he'd need to use it, but he donned it now.

The suit fit perfectly over his frame and he attached the arm and leg bracers. The armour was lightweight, and was designed to absorb the kinetic or laser energy of an impact and distribute it over the body. He looked himself over in the mirror and thought it looked quiet good on him. He placed his phaser rifle over his shoulder, and his pistol in the holster and headed for security.

Walking down the corridors, he attracted quite a few odd looks from several other crew members and even caused two passing school children to run down the other way, shouting about the armoured man come to get them. Chanor just frowned and headed to security.

Inside he found Ensign Harris on duty, who also gave him an strange look and asked,

"Are you volunteering Lieutenant?"

"Yes, ensign. Thank you for asking." was the curt reply, as he headed over to the armoury and began drawing out extra ammunition. After he'd taken several clips for both weapons, he headed straight for transporter room 2, reaching it, after more strange looks, to find Chief Jenson on duty with Ensign Sanchez in the room.

"Good morning ensign, chief. Are you here to volunteer Ensign?" asked Chanor

"Yes sir." she replied, a little nervously. She had both the requested weapons with her and was anxiously checking over her phaser rifle. Chanor held out his hand and she passed it to him. He inspected it over.

"Very good Ensign. It seems we are ready. Chief, if you will beam us down to the Triad Hachurui?"

"Yes sir." he replied, "Commander Sterner has already provided co-ordinates."

The two officers stepped up to the transporter pad and watched as the Chief energised the pad. As he disintegrated, Chanor wondered if he was ready for his first real conflict, and whether he would live up to his own expectations, and those of his fellow officers.

Lieutenant JG Paran Chanor
USS Galaxy

"Desert Sunset"
by Jurelle Tash

Jurelle stood on a ledge leading into the mountain that housed the 'nesting caves of the sick'. She looked out over the tranquil twighlight of the distant sunset and wondered how such a beautiful scene could house such sickness and hopelessness.

There were few people about on the surface. A few soldiers and civilians wandered to and from the city. It was hard from this scene to imagine the war that was almost certain to come.

Jurelle hadn't hesitated to volunteer for this away team. She had been itching to get to the surface of the planet for days, knowing it was where she could do the most good. Looking at computer screens and lab results had achieved little in the long run, and any hope they had of curing the virus would be found here. She was not happy about arming herself and the medical staff, and indeed had little hope of hitting anything should the opportunity present itself as she had not fired a phaser since the academy. She could see the nessessity though and obediently outfitted herself and the other medical staff.

Jurelle's team had transported down earlier that day to join the medical personel already on the surface and already, Jurelle had seen how hopeless treating the victims of the virus was. There was so little they could do with what was available on the planet and already food and water was being rationed. By the time the Galaxy returned in five days, provisions would be scarce.

Dr Khan and the medical and science staff on the planet had managed to decrease the mortality rate of the virus and, little by little, more of the Dronegars were getting over the worst of the virus. But still more and more of the population were succumbing everyday. They had been unable to do little to halt the spread of the virus and now that the Rhomboid attack seemed imminent the atmosphere in the caves had become depressing and quiet, almost claustrophobic.

No babies cried anymore, children had stopped playing, the sick no longer moaned or called out. The healers trod softly about the dark halls and spoke in hushed voices and the ever present security stood at thier posts quietly and still, like statues. It was like the whole mountain was poised on the brink of something big, something that would change their whole world. The calm before the storm.

Jurelle had spent the day walking the halls of the nesting caves, going over the known aspects of the virus with Dr Khan, meeting any Dronegars of any importance and liasing with the security personel. She was confident they would be able to successfully defend the caves, should they be attacked, at least until the Galaxy returned. She had met Puregaru, the guide that had brought Dr Khan to the caves and her help had been invaluable for the security team, going over plans of the cave system and the mountain.

Now Jurelle sat, alone on a ledge overlooking the desert plains, surprised at the beauty and innocence the planet possessed and saddened by what was to come. The loss of innocence of a race, destined for the terror and horror of war. This race of dragon-like beings, their grace and quiet nobility crushed by the Rhomboids. It seemed sacriligious that the federation had to virtually stand by while a race of people would be destroyed. Jurelle knew that she for one would do all she could to prevent this and help as many Dronegars as she could to face the days ahead.

With a final look at the reds and orange of the sinking sun melting into the greens and blues of the night sky and the valley below Jurelle stood and brushed off her pants. She straightened her shoulders and made her way back into the caves to heal the sick and comfort the dying.

LtJG Jurelle Tash, CMO, USS St Louis

"Targ, You're It!"
by Lt jg K'Eytyanna Samara and Ensign Matthew Albrecht

K'Eytyanna stormed into her quarters, dragging D'Akana along roughly. Letting go as the creature whimpered, she snarled at him in anger as she paced,

"If you ever do that again, I swear I'll kill you. I suppose it isn't as nice here compared to the targ facility, but it's your own fault. Damn it! You can't even understand me." Heading to the replicator, she ordered a meal for him and put the bowl down in his sleeping quarters.

"Computer, how long till Beta shift?"

[ Four hours. ]

"Good. Stay here, D'Akana. I need to be by myself to think about what I'm going to do with you, and the best place is outside. Besides, the view will help me think." Walking to the door, she made sure that he wouldn't be able to leave with her before exiting.

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A few minutes later, she arrived at one of the airlocks on Deck 8. Opening up one of the Engineering lockers, she removed an environmental suit plus some magnetic boots and connected her combadge to the suit's communication interface before putting it on.

"Computer, in three hours, inform me of the time, and continue every twenty minutes after that."

[ Command acknowledged. ]

Stepping up to the inner airlock door, she tapped her authorisation code into it and waited for the door to open. Entering, she closed the inner door, double-checked her suit and activated the airlock's atmosphere purge sequence.

Within a few moments, the green light activated and she tapped the outer door release switch. When the door opened, she stepped out onto the outer hull and headed towards the bow of the Galaxy, keeping away from any windows so she wouldn't be seen.

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An hour and a half later of watching the stars and planets.....

Her human side thought, 'Klingon, face it - none of us has any idea what to do about him. Maybe someone aboard can help.'

Her Klingon side snarled in anger, bristling with hostility, 'No way am I going to submit to any telepath or counsellor.'

'I didn't mean that, Klingon. There must be someone on board who knows about legal matters.'

"Computer, cross-reference the Galaxy Biographical database with service records of Galaxy crew. Next, search in cross-reference with any form of legal studies, disregarding anyone over the rank of Lt jg."

[ Working.... Ensign Matthew Albrecht, Security department, was formerly a legal assistant for the JAG officer on Starbase 117, Lt Lutonis. ]

As quick as possible in gravity boots and an EVA suit on the outer hull, K'Eytyanna headed back to the airlock she had left from.

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Finally, K'Eytyanna arrived outside Ensign Albrecht's quarters. Before her courage disappeared, she wacked the comm panel, hearing a chime from inside. The door opened a few moments later and Ensign Albrecht stood at attention when he saw her rank pins.

She sighed in annoyance before speaking,

"I'm only a Lt jg and this isn't ship's business. You're making me nervous, so relax."

"Certainly, Lt. What can I do for you?"

"Firstly, cut with the 'Lt' stuff. My name is K'Eytyanna. I don't know anything about law, and I need some advice. Seeing you used to work for JAG, I assumed you could help."

"I’ll be glad to lend an opinion," stated the young ensign, who had started to consider the possible ramifications of arguing with an already agitated Klingon who out-ranked him. Just this morning he had narrowly escaped ticking off a humanoid dragon, now he had to walk that tightrope again with someone he could expect to work with for possibly years! Remembering his manners, Matthew gestured to a chair situated facing the door. He thought he remembered something about Klingons and how they don’t like to sit with their backs to doors. Or was that poker players? "Please, take a seat Lt - I mean, K’Eytyanna." With that he headed for the replicator.

At the replicator, he ordered the only Klingon beverage he had been able to stomach. "Two Klingon Tri-malts, room temperature." He then turned to the Lieutenant and said, casually, "I must point out that since I am not licensed to practice law independently, and since there are no proceedings currently against you, that confidentiality laws do not apply here . . ."

"I have done my homework, ensign." Her Klingon and Bajoran sides were frustrated with the very human need to dance around a subject as simple as this. "I am not here to admit to any wrongdoing. I only wish to ask you some questions regarding a hypothetical situation." She began to stand, "if you are not the man to speak with . . ."

"Please, sit K’Eytyanna, I think we can talk. This will be a good exercise for me. Please call me Matthew," he requested as he set her Tri-malt in front of her. Sitting down across from her, he took on an expectant, excited look while he waited for the questions.

"The situation, hypothetical situation, involves the unauthorized presence of a potentially dangerous life form aboard a starship." She paused, examining the ensign’s face for any indication of ill intent. Finding none, she continued, "hypothetically speaking, this starship."

"Not a tribble, I hope." Instantly, her hands gripped the edge of the chair, unconsciously slipping towards her d'k tahg as she bared her teeth.

Quickly, her human stepped in, 'Klingon, forget it. He obviously doesn't know much about Klingons since he is fresh out of the Academy, and would not have implied that if he knew what it meant.'

'Okay, but the next time, he won't be so lucky.'

Seeing his little jibe fail, he asked "If such a creature were to be aboard this ship, and of course, this isn't the case, how dangerous are you hypothesizing it to be?"

"Well, it would be a pet, really! A common household pet, on Klinzhai." Noticing Matthew’s apparent unfamiliarity with Klingon pets, she clarified,

"a Targ, for instance."

"Computer," began Matthew, "Please state the USS Galaxy’s policies regarding allowable pets for officers, and begin with references to Targs." He was really enjoying this. In addition to supplying his mind with a challenge, it also distracted him from his upcoming mission on Dronegar -- five days without the Galaxy, in a war zone, was not as appealing to this human as it might have been to his Klingon guest.

The computer responded promptly.

[ There are no references to Targs in the ship’s policies regarding officers’ pets. The USS Galaxy’s policy regarding allowable pets for officers begins, ‘Each officer shall be permitted to take aboard with him or her or other, such personal companion animals as do not consume in excess of-- ]

"Computer, please read any references to danger to ship or crew from such pets." The computer responded,

[ Reference One, "Any companion animal that may cause threat of danger to the USS Galaxy or her crew is prohibited from passage without specific prior authorization from the Captain or Chief Operations Officer."

Reference Two, "The potential for danger from a companion animal is judged by reference to exobiology standards for determination of danger posed by a life form."

Reference Three, Final Reference, "If a companion animal becomes a danger to the USS Galaxy or her crew at any time after that animal is brought aboard, proper detainment is to be achieved until such time as Chief Operations Officer may make a decision regarding disposition of such animal." ]

"K’Eytyanna, at this point I have a few avenues to explore. Hypothetically speaking, would the responsible officer be seeking the proper course of action that would allow him or her to face the consequences of his or her actions? Or would this officer be seeking loopholes or ways to avoid discipline on this matter?"

The young officer seemed perfectly content to accept either answer, no deception showed in his face.

Lt jg K"Eytyanna Samara & Ensign Matthew Albrecht

"Shifts & Sims"
By Ens. Steve Thomas

~Another boring shift on the USS Rustbucket~

On his shift he checked the number of blue barrels in each cargo bay using the computer , of course he was way . He spent more of the shift doing boring tasks like checking courses , carrying lots of barrels . He couldn't figure out why he a great helmsman was doing grunt work .

~ Maybe it had to do with me bring my breakfast on the bridge ~

After his grunt work duty he returned to his quarters , quickly eating mostly a bunch of decent foods put together . After his uhh supper he went to the holodeck to try a new progrem . It was sim of almost every major battle in Starfleet history . Ofcourse he blew threw the easy level battles never losing the Galaxy in one battle . After this he stepped up to hard . The first fight is Jem & Card attack on DS9 .

~Well well an hard one~

~ What a Runabout ? Ohhhh great!~

While powering up his Runabout he sees the JC fleet attack . He lifts off then drives striaght at a flanking AV . Pulling up just in he skips the por nacelle while hitting it will a phaser shot . The curls right and deflects of a cruisers sheilds . The AV blows up the cruiser while trying to hit him . Banking quickly he nearly blows the power grid . While trying to drive threw the spokes on DS9 he gets hit by a torp , he crashes into Opps ending the game .

" Computer time . " he says when the room returns to normal .

" 18:43 " replies the computer .

~ Oh Great~

"Twas the night before..."
by Ensign Felicia (Cat) Khatroweena (Medical), USS Galaxy - NCC 70637

***** Nesting Caves of the Sick *****

Cat saw Jurelle return from her break. Jurelle as she walked in, was an example of the pr

ofessional Starfleet Medical Officer, but the eyes gave it all away. In her eyes were the sames worries, the same doubts and fears that all of them had. "Was it beautiful?" asked Cat.

"What? Oh the sunset, yes it was, not something you see that often on a starship. The holodeck just isn't the same." responded Jurelle.

"I might follow your example, and spend a little while outside. Grab me if anyting happens!"

As she headed out of the cave, she saw an outcropping of rocks. The wearing on the rocks and the path near it, suggested that this had been used as a bench for years. Cat made herself comfortable and as she gazed at the darking sky, she started on her diary.

"Personal Diary: It has been a few hours since we all beamed down. We're making small inroads on the virus. A small number of the Drongegarians are actually on the process of pulling through, not in the best of condition - but its a lot better than many of the others. This gives us small hope that maybe the first strain is begining to become unviable and those Dronegar who have slightly better immune systems are fighting back.

We all have our own war, the sick with the virus, the rest of the population and us with the Rhomboid. The whole situation is a little too incredulous. The Rhomboids are going to send a fleet of ships here and begin a slaughter of Dronegarians. And there is not one thing that can be done about it. The Galaxy is off, trying to find a cure and only a short time after that, the Rhomboids show there true colours. The Prime Directive is to protect cultures from us. Here, it is protecting the Rhomboids, so they can commit genocide. I wasn't the best shot at the academy, neither the worst. It has been a while since I shot a phaser, but, I am for one, am going to hope and make sure that their slaughter is a total bust."

As Cat saw the last few minutes of sunset, the sky took on a deep red colour. 'The sky is full of blood,' she thought. 'But here blood is green,' another part of her said.

As the sun dropped low, as Cat went to rise to return to the caves, she saw the first star of the evening in the opposite direction.

An old children's song came to mind. "Star, shining so brightly, star of light. First star I see tonight, wish I may, wish I might. This wish I make, come true tonight. May the Rhomboids be driven back, so that Dronegar is still for Dronegarians."

A deep rough voice broke her from her reverie, "I am sorry for interrupting, but what was it you just said."

Cat looked around and saw an old Dronegarian, with the fetishes on his belt and around his neck, he was a healer. A very lucky one to have gone this long and not have caught the disease. Even to Cat's uneducated eye, she knew him to be old.

"Your song, what was it about?"

"Oh, I did not realise I was speaking. It is an old legend, a child's thing really, to wish upon the first star of the night."

"And what did you wish for..."

"Cat, my name is Cat."

"I am Salimshar, Cat. If it is personal?"

"No, I just wished for something we all would want. For the Rhomboids to go away."

"I would wish for another of your space vessels to have been here, Cat."

"Yes I know what you mean. Another Galaxy upthere and I would feel a whole lot safer. I must go Salimshar."

Salimshar left for another cave as Cat glimpsed the stars in the night sky one last time. A shooting star took her eye as it flew across the heavens. She saw a small pinpoint of light, move across the stars. In her imagination's eye, she saw the Rhomboids looking down upon the planet with avarice, preparing for war. Celebrating their victory on the death of their enemies.

"You won't win. We'll stop you!" she shouted out to the point of light.

A number of Dronegar and a couple of security officers turned to look at her. Embarrased at her outburst, she returned to the caves to continue her work.

Outside a couple of Dronegarians looked up into the sky, where Cat was looking. One saw the light, he was pointed out to his companion. They gave the culture's equivalent of the finger. It seemed that many of the Dronegarians were all in agreement with Cat's outburst.

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

Gulping down the last vestiges of her hot Joko juice, Ronni grabbed her tricorder, her emergency med-kit, and her phaser. With the other equipment ready to be beamed down to the planet, Ronni just had to get to Transporter Room 3 herself.

"I hope I can remember all of my medical training. The last class I took was three years ago, Medical Sciences 215. Lovingly referred to as 'How to Keep a Captain Alive with a Themometer, a Tricorder, and Bubble-gum'." she thought to herself. She had volunteered to beam down to the planet and setup and run the diagnostic equipment at the 'Nesting Cave'. Her heart went out to those poor people.

The transport went as smoothly as ever, and upon arrival, she began her job of first locating an effective place for the equipment and them setting everything up. As she entered the caves, the smell of sickness and filth was everywhere. She almost lost the entire contents of her stomach. "Where is my sister Kra'lana when I need her. She's a doctor. She could handle this better!" she thought.

In a small alcove, not far from the entrance to the caves, she setup the field lab equipment. It didn't take long for the initial setup and adding in of backup power sources. She also installed some electric torches for better lighting in the area. Within two hours the entire 'lab' was ready for use.

Dr.s Tash and Khatroweena immediately started bringing in samples for testing. Ronni recorded samples and ran the required tests. The spectal anaylsis brought up nothing new, and even comparing it to the information that Dr. Khatroweena downloaded from her research on the ship, they still hadn't found a cure.

While she was waiting for the test to finish, Ronni looked out of her protected alcove and saw a father, a preparer, and son lying together, the father covering his son with his body as if that would offer protection from the awful effects of the sickness. The preparer, laying off to the side shivering. The trio's normally black scales had faded to a dull grey. She went over to the trio and asked if they needed anything. Nobody answered. Using her tricorder, she could tell that they were well into the third and final stage of the sickness.

She went over to the portable replicator that she had brought for the lab and she replicated three blankets. Then, taking some of the salve that the locals had been using, she rubbed the ointment onto the skin of all three of the sick people and then covered them with the blankets. Then grabbing a sterlizer and a desposal unit, she cleaned their little area. She then hooked up feeding band to all three. Then taking the crystal necklace that her mother had given her to protect her, she put it in the hand of the sleeping child.

"They may die, but they will die with dignity." she whispered. She then set out to help those who were around her.

Galaxy "Prohets Miracle"
Written by Kahn Nilani
U.S.S Galaxy

I was in my bed asleep when I had a vision of the prophets. I was in the same surroundings as before a shore line view standing on a rock looking out to the sea.

"This is lovley" I commented to my self

["Child this is what you imagine the prophets to be."]

I turned around and walked over to the person lowering my head when getting ther and quickly rising it.

"I am pleased that you have come to speak to me."

["Child I am here to give you a helping hand, your friends will find the answer they are looking for, but you have to be patient. But if you stay on this path you will also find what you seak, but I warn you to keep a watchful eye as the serpent is waiting for the right moment to stirke."]

"Yes mam I will and thank you."

The prophet put he hands on my shoulders and hugged me as she was leaving.

["May the prophets bless you my child."]

With that I woke up to Tash shaking me.

["Wake up Nilani."]

"Ha wha, mmm, I'm awake. What would you like Tash" I said rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

["I need to find out something from you?"]

"Mmmm, what is that?"

["That boy over there in the quarentiened area, what is he doing in there?"]

"Well that boy is getting better. In fact he is making a full recovery, I will explain it right now. He was on the edge of dying when I prayed for him, the prophets have blessed him by healing him of this very sad desease."

["Have you given him anything to help?"]

"No. Actually I was told in a vision that this boy has something special in the future to do on this planet. I am actually thinking of asking for the child to be brought back on the Galaxy for the trip."

["O.k. Sorry about waking you up but I had to find out why he was behind the field"]

"Fine, have you found out anything about the Virus?"

["No not really. Althou we are now starting to explore the Biological warfare posibility"]

"Yep!! I just want some rest at the moment."

["O.k. I will wake you up when your needed."]

With that Tash left the make shift quarters. As soon as she left I shut down the field and entered the Quarentiened area and prayed the same healing prayer for the young boy.

Jiah kasha tren tolarehn
Lapohr ihlani kor
Ehna tahna talinohk

Jiah kasha treynah tolarehn
Lapohr ihlani kohs
Ehna jiah kasha tren

As soon as I finished I layed next to the young boy and got to sleep.

"Reprimand"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Captain Price exited the turbolift and approached Lieutenant Thomas' quarters. Ensign Heidi Mason from security was standing watch outside Christopher's door.

Straightening slightly when she saw Captain Price approach, "Captain." Ensign Mason's tone sounded surprised to see the Commanding Officer of the Starship here. Most probably guarding Lieutenant' Thomas had proven to be a very dull, uneventful assignment. "I didn't expect to see anyone during this shift sir."

Lee smiled at the young Ensign. "If you knew I was coming you'd of baked a cake Ensign?"

"Sir?" Mason asked, not grasping the meaning of the lyric.

"Never mind. It isn't important 'mate. I'm here to have a talk with Lieutenant' Thomas."

Heidi nodded as she stepped to one side. "Of course Captain."

Reaching for the entrance control padd, Captain Price touched the controls, activating the door bell.

Inside, Christopher glanced over from his bed. He'd taken a break from reading through his past personal log entries as they stared at him across the room on his display monitor. He was laying across the bed, head hanging off the side, upside down as he looked at the monitor on his desk when the chime sounded. Figuring it was just another security officer checking up on him, he casually called out, "Enter."

When the doors swooshed open and Captain Price walked in, Chris' eyes grew wide as he quickly rolled off his bed and walked over to his monitor, closing his personal log entries. "Captain. I hadn't expected it would be you sir."

Lee nodded as he glanced around Christopher's quarters. It was the first time the Captain had visited them since Lieutenant' Thomas came on board the Galaxy. The Captain's mentor, the Vulcan Captain Shoak, had once told him that you can learn a lot about a person by seeing where they live and how they keep their personal things.

"Ships business has kept me busy Lieutenant." Lee said candidly still glancing about the room. Finally his eyes came back to focus on Christopher. "I thought we should have a talk about your actions earlier 'mate."

Chris drew in a deep, relaxing breath as he nodded. He knew this would be coming eventually, having spent the last few days thinking of every possible outcome. "Yes sir." He finally said evenly, motioning to the sectional couches he had in the corner of the room.

Lee stepped over and took a seat as did Lieutenant Thomas on the opposite section. His eyes never left the Captain, as if he was trying to figure out how this was going to go.

Clearing his voice, Captain Price began. "Do you remember your time at Starfleet Academy Lieutenant'?"

Chris tilted his head slightly, not certain about the question. He'd half expected the Captain to take the 'violation' approach, this 'remember your training' tactic had come as a bit of a surprise.

"Yes sir. It was a while ago, but I do remember my time there well." Chris answered.

"Good. Then you might remember in your third year there were a series of simulations that you were required to take."

Chris nodded, still not quite sure where the Captain was going with this. "Yes sir I remember the simulations. The Kobayashi Maru scenario, The Daystrom simulation, Warpcore crisis training..."

Lee smiled slightly. "Do you remember one of the more mundane simulations that has been run at the academy for years? The one dealing with Engineering protocols and level one containment fields?"

Chris shook his head, a glint of recognition in his eyes, "Yes sir, I remember that simulation... but I can't remember the name of it off hand... It was taught by that professor that's always sneezing..."

"That's the one Lieutenant'." Captain Price beamed. "The name of the simulation is not important, but 'Sneezy' uses that simulation to teach all cadets a very important lesson about what it means to be a Starfleet Officer."

A puzzled look formed on Christopher's face. He wasn't following along. "I remember parts of the simulation sir, but all I recall is a dry curriculum on protocols for establishing containment fields and what each level field means."

"Yes, that's Sneezy's class all right 'mate. But the lesson he teaches the Cadets has nothing to do with the course studies."

"Sir?" Chris asked, now curious.

"Sneezy had a phrase," Lee said before adding, "okay, he has several actually, but during the containment field course, he has one particular saying that he recites to all cadets that go through the Academy.;

'As Starfleet Officers, it is your responsibility to look out for the best interests of your fellow crew members. Your actions, or lack of action, can and will effect the entire operation of your assigned ship or station. If each one of you acts and reacts with the best interests of your fellow officers and crew members in mind, you can not make a wrong decision.'

Do you remember that speech Lieutenant'."

Chris nodded, "Yes sir. Now that you reminded me of it, I do remember him saying that. You do a good impression of 'Sneezy' Captain."

Lee smiled. "The important thing is to remember what he said Lieutenant'. The men and women on board this vessel have got to depend on each other in the unforeseen event of a crisis situation. We are all trained and conditioned