"Dawn"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

*** USS Galaxy ***

Captain Price and Lieutenant' Thomas walked down the corridor and entered shuttle bay three. As the two men began walking onto the hangar deck, still filled with numerous engineers and technicians as Lieutenant Casey and Lieutenant' Mercury directed the modifications to the older shuttle craft, Captain Price's comm badge chirped to life.

["Captain, Lieutenant Casey Ti here sir."]

Lee stopped, reached across his chest and tapped his badge with a finger. "Go ahead Lieutenant."

["Sir, I just received a transmission from the runabout HECATE. Lieutenant Sunder from Outpost 77 is presently on route to the rendezvous point, but is running a little behind schedule. Do you want me to adjust course and speed to compensate?"]

"Yes Lieutenant. Increase our speed to make the rendezvous on time. I don't want to have to wait for Lieutenant Sunder's runabout for any longer than necessary. I would like to get back to Dronegar as quickly as possible and the delay would upset that timetable."

["Understood Captain. I'll make the needed speed and course corrections and inform Lieutenant Sunder Sir. Casey Ti out."]

While carrying on the conversation with the Galaxy's Chief Helmsman, the other engineers and technicians in the shuttle bay had noticed the Captain and Lieutenant' Thomas standing there. Lieutenant' Mercury came stepping out of the shuttle craft.

"Captain. How do you like her so far?" David asked patting a loving hand against the side of the repainted shuttle. "Isn't she a work of art?"

Captain Price scratched his head. The Engineering department had done an excellent job, you could hardly tell that it used to be a Federation shuttle craft. "Looks,... different Lieutenant'. Isn't the paint a little bright though 'mate?"

"Were not finished yet Captain. Casey suggested we scorch her up a bit, simulate some carbon scoring as if she'd been fired upon before and age the paint to give it that 'lived in' look. Believe me, when we are done, not only will the shiny paint have dulled, it will look like she's been that way for the last fifteen years." Mercury explained. He sounded excited to have such a non-routine task to perform.

"Where is Lieutenant Casey 'mate?" Lee asked.

"He said he had to go to the replimat to get a new sub-space beacon to replace the Federation one we cut out."

"I see. Will the shuttle be ready on time Lieutenant'?"

"Oh yes Captain. In fact, it should be ready before the deadline. My crew are finishing up on the phaser banks we installed. Once those are complete, and Casey returns with the civilian identification beacon, we can install and test it. Then the aging and carbon scoring and she'll be ready to be put to use." David said with a smile.

"Sounds good Lieutenant. I will let you and your crew get back to work. When Lieutenant Casey returns with your needed parts, tell him I stopped by. When he 'as a minute, I'd like a full status report."

"Aye Captain, I'll let him know sir." David said with a nod.

"Very good." Lee replied. Then, turning to Lieutenant' Thomas, Lee added, "I will let you go about your business too Lieutenant'. We need civilian clothing and identification if we are to pull off this masquerade. It will be important that each member of the away team look and act like arms dealers and not Starfleet officers."

"I understand Captain. I'll get to work at once sir." Lieutenant' Thomas said before adding, "Thank you Captain."

Lee nodded and watched as Thomas walked off the hangar deck to carry out his assignment.

"Sir?," Lieutenant' Mercury asked as Chris left. Lee turned to face the Chief Engineer. "I take it Lieutenant' Thomas is back on active duty?"

"Aye. He will be accompanying the away team. I think his unique skills will be an asset to the success of this particular mission." Lee explained.

"I'm sure he will be Captain." David said with a smile. "Oh, by the way sir,... I believe that Lieutenant Casey mentioned he wanted to talk to you about the members that will be going on the away team to Kal-Dixas."

Lee rolled his eyes upwards, "Let me guess, he wants to volunteer?"

"No sir. I think he already assumes he's going along. He's Casey after all." David explained with a slight smile at his own comment, "No Captain, I think it is the other members of the away team he wants to talk about."

"Very well. When he returns, tell him we can discuss that in my ready room when he delivers his status report 'mate."

"Very good Captain." Mercury said.

"Carry on Lieutenant'" Lee said to excuse himself before turning and exiting the shuttle bay to return to the Bridge.

*****

*** In orbit of the planet Dronegar ***

Three roaring space craft approach the green planet of Rhomboid. A long, toxic stream of nuclear waist trails behind them in their wake. Waste products from their primitive engines that propel them from their home world to Dronegar, the word they plan on conquering come day break.

On board the command center of the flag vessel, Alpha Bah stands strongly, muscular arms bare and crossed, as his consort, Alpha Zan, steps near to him and gazes out the main view portal.

"They have arrived my husband. The final assault force from Rhomboid have come to join us in our hour of victory over Dronegar."

"Yes. It is a magnificent sight my love." Alpha Bah admitted. "I used to remember the stories my grand father told of the battle of Korpocka. That historic battle was launched from just three vessels, each, one quarter the size and capacity of our modern ships. By morrow, we shall have a place in the historic scrolls of legend my sweet."

"As we should my husband. You are a great leader, a skilled tactician. You are a cunning warrior, and a handsome lover..." Zan moved her hand up to caress Bah's face as she stared into his eyes with the fire and passion of her lust for love... and battle.

"You always know the right things to say my wife." Bah said as he reached down and embraced her with a passionate kiss. After a moment, Bah whisked Zan up into his arms. "Come, I claim my right of pleasure before the morrows battle."

"I am yours my husband," Zan said flirtatiously, "do with me what you will."

Again they kissed while Alpha Bah carried Zan back into his chambers for the Rhomboid traditional pre-battle celebrations.

*****

*** Dronegar, Triad Hachurui ***

The pink - orange glow of the first light from the great star peaked over the distant mountain tops on the horizon. Things were calm this beautiful morning. The people of Dronegar were unusually quiet at this early hour. Quiet because they had good reason. They knew today the Rhomboid would come.

Almost as if perfectly on cue, the morning light was soon accompanied by the fiery glow of hundreds of Rhomboid landing pods as they came screaming through the Dronegar atmosphere like giant meteors. Their rounded shape and heavy heat shields the only thing allowing the primitive landing craft from surviving the fierce, high speed reentry to the planet.

As the fiery landing pods could be seen falling from the sky like a meteor shower, the silence that once filled the city was broken by the sounding of the battle alarm.

"On your guard! On your guard!" a young warrior began yelling as he ran across the grounds of the Triad Hachurui, "The Rhomboid are landing, on your guard! On your guard!"

Activity began to buzz around the capitol streets as the remaining warriors of Dronegar, those not too sick to stand and fight, took up their weapons, preparing for the onslaught from the Rhomboid forces.

In the not to far off distance, explosions can be heard as the Rhomboid pods discard their heavy heat shields and fire their retro engines to slow their approach and allow their troop carriers to land safely.

From a tower window of the Triad Hachurui, Ensign Christopher Campbell watches, using a telescopic range finder, as the Rhomboid ships land on Dronegar. Adjusting the controls, Campbell zooms in and sees the main doors of the landing pod fall open, and sees hundreds of Rhomboid soldiers rush out along with mobile armored land rovers.

"They've landed Lieutenant'!" Christopher said after tapping his comm badge.

["Understood Ensign."] Assistant Security Chief K'arta replied, ["Can you tell if they are moving this way?"]

Ensign Campbell tried to maintain his line of sight on the advancing force, but it was difficult to see. The tall, domed structures that made up the Dronegar capitol city were all in the way. "I can not say Lieutenant'. There are too many buildings in the way to be sure. It looked like they could of been heading this way."

["I understand Ensign."] K'arta said, ["Keep an eye out for them. Hopefully the Dronegar forces will be able to slow them down."]

"There are an awful lot of Rhomboid Lieutenant'..." Christopher said while looking across town at another landing craft begin to unload it's troops, then looking over at three more.

["Just keep watching Ensign. If you see any of the Enemy forces get within a kilometer of this building, get down here on the double. We will probably need you here if that happens."]

"Aye sir. You can count on me." Christopher said knowing in his gut that he'd be down there before too long given the number of Rhomboid he'd been watching land on the planet.

"Malfunction"
by Ensign Burns

John had just arrived at his quarters because Beta Shift had just ended. He stretched out on his bed in need of some sleep. "Computer, any messages?"

('One message from Lt. Blair.')

"Computer, play message."

To All Tactical Personnel,

"I will be staying on the planet Dronegar, while the Galaxy leaves for Kal-Dixas. I have decided to leave Lt.(jg) McKenzie as Chief Tactical Officer during my absence. If you have any questions contact Lt.(jg) McKenzie, for I will be beaming down to the planet after I send out this message. Carry on with your current shift until further notice."

Until Galaxy's return,
Lt. Blair

('End of message.')

"Delete the message."

John laid back on the bed thinking about how he still has not met the head of his department. "Perhaps when the Galaxy returns," he thought to himself. Interrupting his thoughts, John's comm badge chirped.

["Mac to Ensign Burns."]

"Burns here, sir."

["Burnsie, could you go down to the aft torpedo bay and help the engineers down there with a problem there having?"]

"Yes sir, but what is the problem?"

["I believe the loading mechanism is malfunctioning but you'll have to go check it out for your self."]

"Yes sir, I'm on it."

John stood up and exited his quarters. Headed towards the turbolift he thought, "So much for getting some rest."

"Deck 35" John told the computer as the turbolift doors shut. The turbolift gradually began to move but only seconds later it came to a halt. John was ready to yell at the computer to figure out what was going on but then the doors opened. A short woman walked onto the turbolift.

"Hello Ensign." she said to John.

John nodded, "Hello Lt.(jg)....?"

"She finished the sentence, "...Boudreau."

"I'm Ensign Burns. Pleasure meeting you."

"The feeling is mutual. Main Engineering." Boudreau said

A few seconds ticked by while John was thinking of why Lt. jg Boudreau was reminded him of something but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Canada or France?" he then thought to himself.

"Ummm...Excuse me Lt.(jg) Boudreau, but are you from Canada or Fra....?"

"How did you know I was from Canada?" She quickly asked.

"Actually I'm not exactly sure how I knew. I guess I just had a feeling."

"Ohh," was her only response.

"If you don't mind me asking another question...Have you ever heard of a sport called hockey?"

"I think so...that is the game where you play on ice with a stick? right?"

John smiled, "Yep that would be it."

The turbolift came to a stop at Main Engineering and Lt.(jg) Boudreau said, "Well here is my stop. I guess I'll see you later Ensign."

"Ok bye Lt.(jg) Boudreau." John said as he put up a hand and waved.

The doors closed and John said aloud, "Next stop, Aft Torps Bay."

Ensign John Burns/Tactical Dept. aka Pat Burns

"Echoes of War"
Lieutenant Troy Blair
Chief Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

*** Day before the Rhomboid Assault ***

With word of the possible Rhomboid assault spreading like wile fire, through the people of Dronegar, the city went into a frenzy of activity. Families worked to 'fortify' their homes, they were all willing to fight to the death, rather than have a Rhomboid set foot in their residence. The military, or what little their was of it, began to take up defensive positions. And the government officials sat in their chambers, fearing their world was on the brink of domination. Even some of the Starfleet officers began to look a little nervous.

"We should take positions around this square. If the Romboid get here, then we must keep them from reaching the Triad Hachurui" Troy suggested in his pressing tone, for it was now time to set humor and jokes aside. The area he suggested was a 'town square' with tall domed buildings on all sides. A giant statue of a Frode stood in the center of the square, with trees, shrubs and flowers arranged in a decorative manner around it. At the north end stood the Triad Hachurui, atop a flight of enormous steps, much like the Greek temples of Ancient Earth.

"I agree" Lieutenant Paran added

Commander Coe stood silent for a moment , thinking over the possibilities before he spoke. "I agree we should protect the Dronegar government, but I do not want to get stuck in one spot for too long. If they were to overrun us, then we would surely loose our lives and those we are protecting.. Tell me Jisonshin, will you have any troops positioned near the Triad?" Coe asked, turning toward the Dronegar Military Commander

"Naturally the guards who are always stationed here will remain. But I will have to move the rest of my forces to a spot where they must try to defeat the Rhomboid, before they reach the city." The lizard like being returned

"I see," Coe said "Lieutenant Blair, deploy our people into spots you think are the best to defend. I'm going to help the Commander here with his men"

"Aye sir" Troy called out, then turned toward the rest of the team. He quickly surveyed the square once again, to make sure he was confidant in the spots he had picked out earlier.

As he approached the group, many were keeping to themselves, probably reflecting on their lives. Others were double checking their phasers. "Alright people," Blair called out to get everyone's attention, once he saw everyone was looking at him, he continued "Commander Coe wants me to deploy all of you into positions to defend this square. I'll let you choose what spot you want, after I name them. Okay here we go....I'll need people in the doorway of the large building on the west side of the square. It's pretty large so you should have adequate cover, plus you be able to see anyone who approaches from the west. Like wise, I'll need someone in the doorway on the building on the east side. Third, some of you should make some kind of entrenchment in the center, near the statue. Cut trees down, move park benches, whatever you have to do to give you some kind of cover. We'll also need a few of you up in the Triad to help the guards there defend the building. Last, someone will need to go up in that tower over there, to keep watch over the whole city. I'll be in that window on the east building, acting as sniper. Any questions?" there were none "Good, lets get into position."

*** Day of the Rhomboid invasion ***

Dawn broke out with the sounds of landing pods hitting the ground. The moment had arrived, in the distance the sound of the Dronegar and Rhomboid forces engaging in combat echoed. Being greatly outnumbered, the Dronegar stood

little chance. Soon the order to fall back would be given, and the Rhomboid would be upon the city.

Troy sat perched in his window, clutching his phaser rifle tight. He was ready.

"Capitol target"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

*** Dronegar, Triad Hachurui ***

Ambassador Lorn stood with Mister J'naii and members of the Dronegar government in one of the inner chambers of the Triad Hachurui. They were watching reports of the present Rhomboid attack being reported on a large view screen mounted against the far wall.

Things did not look good for the Dronegarians. A solemn quiet dominated the room.

"There are so many of them Ambassador." Mister J'naii whispered.

"Yes J'naii, more than I can ever remember seeing in all of the years I spent on Dronegar in my youth." Lorn admitted.

Overhearing, Speaker Yumeijin stepped nearer to the Ambassador. "Jisonshin, our Military Commander, assures us that he and the Dronegar warriors that defend our world will do everything in their power to keep the Rhomboid from this place gentlemen." Yume explained in a not too certain tone, "Jisonshin was sorry he could not give you his personal reassurances, but he was quite busy through the night assembling Dronegar's defensive forces."

"That is quite understandable Speaker Yumeijin." Ambassador Lorn replied. "I am sure Jisonshin will do everything in his power to defend Dronegar."

Speaker Yume nodded. "Hopefully the Frode will smile on us today Ambassador..."

Looking at Yumeijin, Lorn was about to say something when a large explosion rocked the Triad Hachurui, knocking everyone off their feet. Objects on the shelves and paintings that were adorning the walls were dislodged from the force of the blast. Power in the building flickered intermittently on and off, before it finally went completely out. The emergency lighting quickly kicked in.

"We have fallen under attack Speaker Yumeijin!" Prime Minister Kokishin declared as he rubbed his head.

Outside the capitol building, the military forces of the Rhomboid began to take up fortified positions around the Triad Hachurui. Their armored transports and artillery cannons were being set up on all sides of the great capitol building. Some had already started laying down cover fire, knocking out the power and communications grid. Things were beginning to look dim for the hopes of Dronegar.

*****

*** Light years away, USS Galaxy, Bridge ***

Captain Price sat in the command chair reviewing information on a padd as the alpha shift crew continued to man their stations. Interrupting the Captain's thoughts as the ship cruised along through space, Lieutenant McKenzie noticed his tactical station light up as it detected the approaching runabout of Lieutenant Ursa Sunder from Outpost 77.

"Captain, I am detecting the runabout HECATE on long range sensors." McKenzie explained.

"Excellent 'mate. Hail Lieutenant Sunder and have him dock in the main shuttle bay, McKenzie." Captain Price said before turning to the helm, "Lieutenant Casey Ti, adjust course and speed to allow the runabout to land safely."

Both Lieutenants confirmed the Captain's orders and began to carry out their duties. As they were doing so, Lieutenant Deiran Casey, the Galaxy's Chief Operations Officer stepped off of the turbolift and onto the bridge. Captain Price glanced over his shoulder when he heard the lift's doors slide open. Seeing Casey there, he gave him a nod and motioned to his Ready room with his eyes. Deiran took the que and headed into the Captain's office.

"Lieutenant Casey Ti, you have the Conn. I will be in my ready room. Inform me when Lieutenant Sunder's runabout has landed and then resume our course for the Dixas system, warp seven."

"Aye Captain." Miran said as she tapped the controls of her helm station and smiled at Deiran, her husband, as he walked past and into the Captain's ready room. Captain Price followed.

The sounds of the bridge quieted when the doors to the Captain's office slid shut.

"So Lieutenant, how comes the progress on the shuttle craft Yeager?" The Captain asked waiting for Derian's report.

"A Work Of Art"
USS Galaxy
Lt. Deiran Casey

Casey and Kalral, the young Klingon male of the house of Tor’Ka entered shuttle bay 3. Kalral was carrying the replicated citizen IDN beacon.

"Take that to Lt.(JG) Hewson would you Ensign?" Casey asked and started to walk in Lt.(JG) Mercury’s direction. When he arrived at Mercury’s side, David was smiling.

"What’s so funny David?" Casey asked, a smile brandished on his face.

"The Captain came by to check on our progress. I told him what we’ve done to the Yeager. And also told him you wanted to talk to him about the away team that’s going to Kal-Dixas as you requested." David was handing PADD’s to his engineers, but still talking.

"What did he say?" Casey asked.

"It was funny he rolled his eyes and said, ’probably wanting to volunteer for the mission?’ And I said,’I think he assumes he’s going along. He is Casey after all.’"

Casey laughed. Thinking it was better to just laugh then say anything. He knew that people thought he was an arrogant, snobbish know-it-all. Then others liked Casey for his brashness, his courage and his devotion to duty. Others saw him as an outstanding, exceptional officer who was destined for greatness. He even was popular in the Federation. He had articles written about him in the newspapers of the UFP. It seemed he was being melded, refined and sharpened for a great career, one of great renown. So, Casey just let people think what they would. Besides even Captain Kirk was disliked by some in the Federation.

He liked who he was. He had a beautiful family and against all odds some great friends whom he adored. In all honesty Casey didn’t care what others thought of him. There was Troy Blair, Jurelle Tash, Leslie Wilson, Greer Erikson, Chris Thomas, Melissa Boudreau, and Commander Coe, even he and the Captain got along well, they were all friends who he spent time with and enjoyed their company. And then the most important one of all, his lover, his best friend and wife, his soul-mate Miran. Casey had friends. He also had enemies. No different than anyone else. Deiran wouldn’t have had it any other way.

"Let’s install that beacon David. Once that’s done we can complete the finishing touches of the paint job and we’re done!" Casey and his team had been working for 9 hours. Casey scheduled the job to be completed in ten, he told the Captain it would be done in fourteen.

AC walked up to David and said, "Chief, all add-on components are done, installed and working properly." AC looked at Casey, but neither were polite to the other. Casey would talk to the Captain about Hewson coming along, but ultimately, it was up to Captain Price to decide.

It was funny, he had never done anything to AC. They hardly talked. But Deiran could feel AC’s animosity and jealousy for him.

*** 30 minutes later ***

"Okay Lieutenant the beacon is installed," David said to Casey.

"All right David," Deiran then walked to the sensor console and did a check on the shuttle. "David, turn the beacon on," Casey said. David wasn’t in the shuttle but had one of his engineers activate the beacon.

Casey looked at the sensor panel. It put out a civilian IDN, the hull even registered as modified and not as Federation standard, the phasers and the plasma conduits even registered as civilian.

"Okay people, it looks like we’re done! Good job all around. Beta Ops you can report back to your duty stations during your shift. David, I’m going to see the Captain. Can you think of anything else we can do to the Spitfire?"

"How about a spit shine?" David laughed. Casey joined Mercury in laughter and started for the shuttle bay’s exit.

*** Main Bridge ***

Casey exited the turbolift and started down the ramp. He made eye contact with the Captain who motioned to the door of his ready room. Casey followed the Captain inside as the Captain handed the Conn to Miran, whom he smiled at before the doors of the ready room shut behind him.

"So Lieutenant, how comes the progress on the shuttle craft Yeager?" The Captain asked waiting for Deiran’s report.

"We’re finished sir. Took us nine and a half hours, but it’s done. We’ve double-checked all systems. Everything checks out perfectly. We could set the shuttle down on the lawn of the Engineering Building at Starfleet HQ and the engineers couldn’t identify it as a Federation shuttle. Lt.(JG) Mercury and his men and my Ops officers did an excellent job sir."

"So did you Lieutenant, getting it finished so quickly. Do you have a list of the modifications made?" the Captain asked, knowing that Deiran always came prepared.

Casey had the PADD behind his back, grinned for a second and handed the PADD to his CO.

Lee sat at his desk and searched the PADD.

"These changes are quite extensive Lieutenant, a very thorough job. Well done," the Captain praised.

"Thank you sir, The Spitfire is a work of art. Mercury and his men did a great job and worked hard. My department worked hard, the Ops officers from Beta shift will work double-shifts, but they seemed to have fun. I’ll give them time off in a couple of days."

"Sounds good. Lt.(JG) Mercury said you had some suggestions on the away team?" The Captain asked.

"Well sir, besides myself, I’d like to recommend two officers," Casey smiled.

"Who are they?" Price asked.

"Lt.(JG) K’eytyanna Samara and Lt.(JG) AC Hewson. K’eytyanna will be instrumental, she already looks like a weapons dealer and can handle herself well. She’s good in a fight. And AC feels inside him, that he should come along. He said it was an intuition. I believe they could prove useful sir," Casey went to bat for both officers.

"Duly noted Lieutenant. I’ll take them both into consideration. Good work on the shuttle, Deiran. Dismissed."

Deiran turned towards the door, and was stopped just before the doors opened by the Captain’s voice, "You know your already coming along."

"Aye sir, you need an arrogant guy like me, there’s always one hanging around with gun runners sir," Casey smiled.

The Captain couldn’t hold his laugh in. Casey was a riot at times.

Casey exited the Captain’s ready room and he took his station at Ops. He smiled. He turned around and winked at Miran. She smiled at him, she glowed at him was a more appropriate description.

"Final preparations"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

*** Captain's Ready room, USS Galaxy ***

Captain Price was reviewing the list of modifications that had been performed on the shuttle craft Yeager by Casey and the Engineering department of the Galaxy. It was an impressive list, and Deiran's report highlighted all of the small details they had adjusted to make the shuttle give off a convincing picture of a Federation shuttle that had been sold to the civilian surplus market.

"I wonder if the Engineering department will have as much enthusiasm when they have to convert her back to Federation specifications..." Lee mused to himself. Just then a Hail came in.

["Captain, I thought you'd want to know, Lieutenant Sunder's runabout has landed in the main shuttle bay Sir."] Lieutenant Casey Ti explained.

"Very good Lieutenant. Bring us back on course for the Dixas system. Have Lieutenant Commander Sterner escort our guest to the executive conference room for a briefing on our mission. Also, contact Lieutenants Erikson, Thomas, Hewson and Samara. Oh, and let Deiran know as well," Captain Price said with a half grin. "he'd be upset if he missed the briefing."

["That he would sir."] Miran said knowing how Deiran is. ["I have laid in the course Captain and will contact the officers you've requested."]

"Excellent. What is our ETA for the outer edge of the Dixas system Miran?" Captain Price asked.

["At warp seven, ten hours twenty three minutes sir."] she responded.

"Very good. When we reach the outer edge of the Dixas system, drop out of warp and come to a full stop. We will launch the shuttle from there and use it to approach Kal-Dixas and land at the space port when it's time."

["I'll let my people know Captain."] Casey Ti acknowledged.

"Excellent 'mate. Price out."

Captain Price closed the channel before he began to gather up his things to reconvene in the Executive conference room with the members of this special away team.

*****

*** Dronegar, just outside of the Triad Hachurui ***

Row after row of dug in Rhomboid fortifications had been assembled in the streets of the Dronegar capitol city. Large armored transport vessels took up strategic positions, providing both a barrier and protection for the hundreds of Rhomboid soldiers that waited beyond. An occasional mortar round would be fired at the Dronegarian government building, just for good measure. The power and communications had already been severed to the building.

"Delta Gom." A young but determined looking Rhomboid soldier shouted as he ran up to the Rhomboid military leader, "Delta Gom, our troops report they are in position around the target area. We are ready to move whenever the order is given."

"Not yet Gamma Hun." Gom said in a slightly annoyed tone. "Alpha Bah wishes to lead the final assault against the Triad Hachurui himself. We must wait for him to arrive."

"But Delta Gom, they are vulnerable! If we wait, we give the Dronegar a window of opportunity to fortify their positions. To recover from the surprise of our initial invasion."

"I know that Gamma. Do you forget your place? Gamma follows Delta, just as Delta follows Beta and Alpha. You know your duty, and I know mine. We wait for Alpha Bah." The military leader did not sound pleased at having to wait. He checked his weapon, and leaned up against one of the armored transports prepared to wait for Bah. "It is the way of things. The Rhomboid way."

"Yes Delta Gom." Gamma Hun finally said, not happy at the decision, but understanding and some what inspired by the Delta's loyalty to Rhomboid tradition.

*****

*** USS Galaxy, Executive Conference Room ***

Captain Price entered the briefing room and glanced at the pair of Engineering officers that had already arrived. As Lee took his seat at the head of the table, Lieutenant' Erikson from science entered, some what surprised that he'd been ordered to attend the meeting. Not used to being in the Executive conference room with the Captain, Erikson took a seat next to Hewson and Samara who were already sitting.

A short time later Lieutenants Thomas and Casey walked in. Deiran seemed to inhale slightly as his eyes glanced around the room, and particularly when he saw Lieutenant Hewson sitting there. Deiran and Chris took two seats at the opposite side of the table.

"Glad you could join us 'mates." Captain Price said to the two Lieutenants as they took their chairs, "Now we just need to wait for Sterner and Sunder to arrive and we can begin."

Less than a moment after Captain Price had said it, Lieutenant Commander Sterner and Lieutenant Sunder from Outpost 77 came walking into the Conference room.

"Captain Price, this is Lieutenant Sunder, Chief of Security at Federation Outpost 77." Joerg introduced his friend.

Standing, Captain Price extended his hand, "Glad you could make it Lieutenant. Joerg has told me quite a bit about you 'mate."

"All good I trust Captain?..." Ursa commented giving Sterner a sideways glance.

Lee smiled, "Mostly. But we can discuss that at another time. Please gentlemen, take your seats so we may begin." Lee motioned to a pair of available seats to his right. Sterner and Sunder both sat down, turning their attention to the Captain after nodding at the other officers around the table.

"Let me begin by laying out what we have learnt so far to bring everyone up to speed." Captain Price began, "While overseeing the peace negotiations on Dronegar, it was learnt that the Dronegarian people, a humanoid species of almost reptilian heritage, have contract

ed a deadly disease. This disease is the primary cause for the Dronegar calling up these peace talks, as the illness has left their people decimated and unable to defend themselves from their Rhomboid neighbors."

Lee paused a moment to clear his voice, "Doctor Kahn took preliminary tests of the Dronegar, and was able to determine that the virus they are infected with is not contagious to humanoids other than those with copper based circulatory systems, so a full medical and science team was sent down to investigate the cause of the disease, to provide humanitarian aid to the dying population and to hopefully find a cure or treatment. Their findings were most disturbing. The Virus was discovered to be a two strain concoction similar to the type used in biological weapons. Continued testing on blood and tissue samples has only confirmed this belief. The virus appears to of been caused by artificial means."

Captain Price paused again to let his words sink in. "I had Lieutenant Commander Sterner check around to see where such a biological weapon could of originated from, since both our medical staff and our science department do not believe either the Dronegar or the Rhomboid could of produced such a weapon given their current levels of technology. We were fortunate, in that this particular two strain virus is known to of been used in only one other type of biological weapon, the one exploded over a decade ago near the Dixas system on Cordanis IV. Lieutenant Commander Sterner learned from Lieutenant Sunder here, that a space port on Kal-Dixas is a known port of call for many weapons dealers through out the quadrant. It is a rough place that doesn't take very kindly to having Federation Officers visit. That is why the away team will be traveling to the space port posing as civilian arms dealers. It will be safer for all concerned if we can avoid drawing undue attention to the fact that we are Starfleet officers. Lieutenant Sunder, can you give us any additional information on this space port?" Lee, as well as the rest of the officers turned their gaze over to the Chief of Security of Outpost 77.

"Well, as Captain Price has stated, Kal-Dixas space port is not a friendly place for Federation officers or those who are weak of heart. Some of the roughest arms dealers and criminals from around the galaxy are known to frequent the crater based city and port. It is important that if you go there, you don't' let anyone even suspect that you are with the Federation. Also, sticking together would be a good idea, there is safety in numbers."

Lee nodded at the Lieutenant's observations. "'Commander Sterner was telling me that you seem to know your way around Kal-Dixas Lieutenant..."

Ursa nodded, "Yes Captain. When I was younger, my adoptive father used to frequent that port regularly. I know it well enough to point you in the right direction sir."

"Very good Lieutenant. That is precisely what your job will be in all of this." Captain Price glanced at the rest of the officers about the conference table, "Lieutenant Sunder will be our guide. As suggested, we will stick together, no fewer than three men to a team. I believe Lieutenant' Thomas has been working on civilian wardrobe and identification for each of us."

As Captain Price looked at Chris, Lieutenant Thomas asked, "Can I assume that everyone present will be going on the mission Captain?"

Lee nodded. "Aye 'mate. I know it will be a little crowded on the shuttle, but I think we should be able to managed it with out too much difficulty."

"Yes sir. I will have to work on getting a couple more ids, and replicating some more outfits then. I was only expecting six on the team." Lieutenant Thomas explained.

"We have the time Lieutenant. We won't be entering the Dixas system for another ten hours yet 'mate. Enough time for everyone to finish up their personal business and get in a few hours of rest before the mission." Lee explained.

"Understood Captain." Lieutenant Thomas noted.

Turning his head, Captain Price looked at Lieutenants Erikson, Hewson and Samara. "You three will be our mission experts. Lieutenant' Erikson, you know more about this Biological weapon's dual virus than anyone else present. Lieutenants Hewson and Samara, you both have engineering knowledge that can come in useful as well in this masquerade. Plus your skills may be needed to identify the biological weapons in question. Your input will be important to the success of this investigation."

The three officers nodded, acknowledging the Captain's assessment of their expected function on the away team. Turning, Lee looked over to Deiran Casey, the Galaxy's Chief Operations officer, "Lieutenant Casey, you are here for two reasons really 'mate. First, as you pointed out, any weapons smuggling group needs a hot headed, cocky son of a gun on board, and second, you look very young. I think it will help disguise the fact that we are Federation officers."

"Thank you Captain." Deiran said, before thinking a moment and adding, "I think?..."

The Lieutenant's comments brought smiles to the faces of many at the meeting. The Captain then looked at Joerg, "Lieutenant Commander Sterner will be leading one of the away teams should we get split up. I will command the other. As Lieutenant Sunder has pointed out, Kal-Dixas is not a place to be caught alone, so I am serious about sticking together with your crew mates. It might just save your life. Lieutenant' Hewson will be piloting the shuttle. Are there any questions?"

Lieutenant Sunder straightened up slightly as he spoke, "Captain, exactly what is our objective with this mission?"

"We need to find out if any biological weapons of the type used on Dronegar have been sold recently, and if so, to whom. If we can manage to isolate the virus and get our hands on an anti-toxin, so much the better. But our primary goal is to learn who sold the weapons, and who bought them." Captain Price explained.

"Wouldn't it be easier to get the locals to talk if we were in smaller groups Captain?" Lieutenant' Thomas asked, "I mean, weapons dealers of this caliber are certainly not going to want to talk to three or four strangers about illegal biogenic weapons."

"I know it will be difficult Lieutenant, but I want everyone to stick together in their teams. You can break up to 'mingle', but be sure you can always see your fellow crew members. They are your life line. They will cover your back, and you need to cover theirs. We will be bringing our communicators, but I want them to remain hidden at all times. This mission will be under radio silence. But I do want each member to carry a badge, just in case we need to get everyone out of there in a hurry by transporter. Understood?"

A round of "Aye"s circled the table.

"Very good. You should all check with Lieutenant Thomas to get outfitted and to receive your false ids. We shall be assembling in shuttle bay three at 22:00. 'Commander Sterner, have Lieutenant Casey arrange quarters for Lieutenant Sunder and help to get him settled in. Everyone should get some rest over the next ten hours. I want everyone alert and on their toes for this dangerous assignment, is that clear?"

"Yes Captain, I'm sure Deiran has already made arrangements." Joerg said. Deiran just smiled confirming the 'Commander's hunch.

"Very good 'mates. Dismissed." Captain Price declared and the room quickly cleared as he gathered up his notes and prepared to return to his quarters to get some rest for the upcoming under cover mission to Kal-Dixas.

"Malfunction (part2)"
by Ensign John Burns

The turbolift continued on its journey from Main Engineering when John realized, "Wait a minute Main Engineering is Deck 36! I should have gotten off before Lt.(jg) Boudreau. Computer, ha..."

Before he could tell the computer to stop the turbolift it stopped by itself and the doors opened.

"Computer, where the hell am I?"

('Deck 39.')

"Computer, what destination was requested by me?"

('Deck 39.')

"Hmm, I wonder what went wrong. Computer, Deck Thirty-FIVE"

The doors closed and the turbolift began moving to its destination, which hopefully would be Deck 35. When the turbolift stopped and the doors opened he was relieved to see that it had gone to the correct deck this time. Stepping off he noticed a woman working in a compartment panel. Looking up she said, "Are you from Tactical?"

"Yes..." Was all John was able get in before she spoke again.

"Where in the hell have you been? I called for a Tactical officer over thirty minutes ago."

"Oh, I'm quite sorry but the turbolift and I don't get along to well. "

Now an Ensign stuck his head out of a Jefferies Tube, "Teena, don't be so rude." The Ensign Engineer crawled out of the Jefferies Tube and walked over to John. "HI, I'm Ensign Russell Wadell but just call me Skye and over there is Engineering Specialist Teena Reid who was so rude to you."

Specialist Reid gave a loud "Humph" and turned back to what she was working on.

"I'm Ensign Burns but, just call me Burnsie. What seems to be the problem down here?"

"Well", Skye explained, "It will load the torpedo tubes all up, without anyone telling it to, and then, again without anybody telling it to, unloads them. It just continues to do this all by itself. It is like it has a mind of its own. We turned it off and started to look for the problem. However, Teena and I can't seem to find anything wrong. So, we called a Tactical officer down here, since this does involve your department, to see if you could figure out what is wrong."

John thought to himself, "Looks like all that study in Engineering I did at the University of Delaware is about to become quite handy." "Alright," John said as he thought of how to proceed, "this is what we are going to do."

As John was explaining to Skye what needed to be done Teena interrupted him, "You have to take the Aft Torpedo Bay completely off-line to do that." John didn't think she was listening to him but apparently he was wrong.

"Yes I know that we have to take it all off-line, but thanks for the reminder."

Teena stood up and said, "I will handle all of the involved systems from Main Engineering. You and Skye get approval to take it off-line and handle things down here. Got it?"

Before John was able to say yes Teena had already gotten into the turbolift and left. John turned to Skye, "Is she always like that?"

"No usually. Teena's quite pleasant to be with, but she is having a really bad day today."

"Oh." was the only words John could think of.

"Ok," Skye began, "You get the approval and I'm going to go finish up the work I am doing in the Jefferies Tube."

Skye turned around and went back into where he came out of the Jefferies Tube. John tapped his comm badge, "Lt.(jg) Mckenzie this is Ensign Burns."

["Burnsie, how is the Aft Torpedo Bay problem coming along."]

"Not to well Lt.(jg). We know what the problem is but we're unsure of what is causing it. However, I believe if we take the Aft Torpedo Bay completely off-line it would ease us in our search for the cause."

There was about a five second pause before Mac said anything. John guessed that Mac was asking for the Captain's approval.

["Alright Burnsie, go ahead and take it all off-line. Mac out."]

Under normal circumstances John would be talking to Lt.Blair about all of this but due to his absence Mac was now in charge.

"Alright," John said aloud to himself, "Here we go."

Ensign Burns/Tactical Dept. aka Pat Burns

"Final preparations"
by Ensign Tebrianne Bancroft

Tebrianne sat in Ten Forward, talking to Electra at the bar. That she was upset was apparent from the look on her face and the tone of her hushed voice.

"I really don't get it," Tebrianne said to the Orion woman. "I've been on the ship for..., since we started this new mission to help the Dronegar and Rhomboids? All I do is go to the bridge and do my job anymore. I haven't talked to John in about a week. I have no idea what happened to him. He just stopped talking to me. I've sent him messages, and no response. Now, I hear about this away mission to Kal-Dixas. They want people to blend in there. People who don't look like good cleancut Federation types." Tebrianne held her arms wide, the leather jacket she wore opened revealing the ripped tank tops underneath. Each ear held a total of seven earrings and her nose held another. Tebrianne smoothed her miniskirt over the black and red tights she wore. "Am I invisible or something? I don't think anyone has even tried to talk to me in a week. God, when I joined Starfleet, I thought it would at least be pleasant. I didn't expect to be the ship leper."

"I don't think it's that bad," Electra said, setting another SynthAle in front of Tebrianne. "Have you talked to any of the councellors?"

"I thought we left them all behind on Dronegar."

"I'm sure there are still some around," Electra smiled at the young Vulcan/Romulan woman. "The captain wouldn't have sent them all down to the planet."

"We actually have a Captain?" Tebrianne said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I thought it was just a rumor. I don't think I've ever seen the guy. I've also heard rumors about a first officer too. All I ever see is Deiran Casey and the rest of the gamma shift bridge crew. Unfortunately, he's married to my XO. I don't know. I think I made a mistake joining Starfleet."

"Tebrianne--"

"No," Tebrianne said, cutting Electra off. "I think I did. My brother got me this posting. Or, at least I think he did. He's the one that told me about it."

"Who's your brother?"

"Admiral Bancroft. I don't know what he does. He won't tell me, and I can't get any information from anyone else."

"Ahh, an admiral. I think most of your being here is because of you, Tebrianne. I think you are probably a fine officer. I'm not Starfleet, but from what I've seen your one of the good ones."

"Yeah, well--"

"And, I think you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. If no one will talk to you or have a drink with you in Ten Forward, go talk to then. If that doesn't work, the holodecks are great for getting away from things."

"Yeah," Tebrianne said, downing the last of the synthale. "Thanks, Electra. I think I may take your advice. I'm going to go check out the Holodecks. I haven't even been in one yet."

"You do that," Electra said, taking the glass away. "Let me know how it goes."

"I will. See you later, Electra."

"Goodbye, Tebrianne."

Tebrianne headed back to her quarters to change for her trip to the Holodeck.

"Computer, what is the availability of the Galaxy holodecks?"

"All holodecks are currently in use," the computer said flatly.

Tebrianne cursed in fluent romulan and threw the clothes she'd just replicated in frustration. They scattered across her bed.

In anger and frustration, she screamed. Tebrianne pounded her fists into the pillow of her bed, letting the emotions that had been building over the last weeks loose. Tears streamed, unchecked, down her cheeks as she pummeled her bedding.

The release of her emotions helped, a little. She was still angry and frustrated. Suddenly an idea came to her and she quickly changed into a set of workout clothes.

In ten minutes, Tebrianne was striding through the halls of the Galaxy towards the gym facilities.

The workout went well. Two hours later, Tebrianne returned to her quarters, prepared a quick replicated meal, and grabbed a book to read before she fell asleep.

After another hour, she turned out the lights, and went to sleep. She was still angry, but no longer had the energy to worry about it. She'd be well rested when she pulled bridge duty during gamma.

The Search (Part I)
by Ensign Felicia (Cat) Khatroweena (Medical), USS Galaxy - NCC 70637

***** Somewhere in the Nesting Caves of the Sick *****

[Coe to Tash: The Rhombo

id have began their attack upon the City. The main council building has already taken a hit. I suggest you and your people prepare for an attack. Coe Out.]

Jurelle stopped her tending of the young Dronegarian as she absorbed the meaning of the message. 'It has begun,' she thought.

"Doctor Tash! Coe just informed me about the invasion. I would suggest that your people make sure your weapons are close by."

Jurelle looked around to see Lt(jg) Sanchez, head of the security detachment for the medical team walk in to the cave. As she walked in she said, "It's well known your dislike of weapons, but I think even you can see the necessity."

"Yes Lieutenant, I do," replied Jurelle.

"Jurelle to ..."

***** Elsewhere in the Caves *****

[... to Cat]

"Yes, Jurelle," replied Cat.

[Cat, Commander Coe has just got me. The Rhomboid have started their invasion against the City. He thinks that we might be attacked. We all should prepare, make sure your phasers are near by. Tash Out.]

Cat grimaced when she heard the news. There was a little bit of hope, that this might not happen. Even that small hope was now dashed. The only thing left now was try and defend the Caves as best as could be expected.

It had been a long night, keeping watch over some of the patients. Readings showing the virus just might be retreating and then attacking with a vengeance. Cat as the night went on became inured against the scene around her. Having any hope was sure to be destroyed by the next set of readings. The greatest ray of sunshine was the young Dronegarian the Nilani had under quarantine. He was continually showing signs of improvement. That was the greatest sign of all that the virus could be beaten.

Cat just left a cave of an old Dronegarian. He had kept on talking on how his time had come, he had had a full life. When that life ended only a few minutes ago, she mourned for the old 'man' for a short time. She then moved on, to another patient that had to be watched closely. As she walked the few yards, her thoughts went to the younger Dronegarians who had died, with their life cut so short. How can there be so many races that like to fight wars.

"Oh damn," Cat berated herself, she had left her phaser in the old man's cave. As she turned to back to retrieve it, she saw the old Dronegarian and considered how much harder it is for all, when the young die for no sane reason. It is a crime against nature in it's very self.

Exiting from the cave with her phaser, she watched the glow of the morning sun. Looking up into the sky, expecting only to see the darkish blue of early dawn. She was curious to see a flaming meteor begin it's descent. She saw another, then another and soon there were a very large number of the flaming meteors, crashing through the sky. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise when her sleep deprived brain suddenly informed her these were the Rhomboid attack craft. Her brain continually kept bringing up images of her dying with some kind of spear or knife as the Rhomboid attacked the caves. "I sure hope that they don't want the caves. Phaser or sharp stick, you're still dead."

"Khatroweena to Lieutenant Sanchez."

[Yes Doctor, What is it?]

"Lieutenant, Have you seen to the north west?"

[Yes Doctor, I have. It would be best if all of medical and science stay in the caves. Sanchez Out.]

Cat was a little taken aback at the brusque manner of Sanchez. Another part of her reminded her that Sanchez is under the same stress as all of them. If any of the Galaxy crew were to die, it would be those of the security team that would likely be the first. If that would happen, then the whole away team could die. That would prey heavily on the Lieutenant's mind.

"Cat, Healer Cat, I need to speak with you," a deep gruff voiced called to her.

Cat turned around to see, Salimshar, the healer she had spoken to only last night. Was it only last night, it felt more like last century. "Salimshar, What is it?"

"Healer Cat, one of the young ones have gone from the nursery. She was speaking of going to help her parents help hunt the frode with the Divine Triad. We heard of your scanning devices. I hope you can help us," asked Salimshar.

"What is it you want me to do?"

"Help us find her, Healer Cat. She has gone into the jungle to the North. That is where the frode is hunted."

"But that is where the Rhomboid have landed!!" spluttered Cat.

"I know, we have less time because of that."

"Oh damn. I don't know if I can help. Hold on! Khatroweena to Sanchez."

[Yes Doctor, I don't have much time.]

"Sanchez, we have a young child, that has probably gone into the forest to the North. We going to have to find that child, before the Rhomboid do."

[Are you sure about this?] Sanchez's disbelieving voice came from Cat's communicator.

"The guardians of the orphaned children are very sure. Considering what the child said, very likely."

[Wonderful, oh how bloody wonderful, I'll be sending Deitrich and Fuller to you so you can brief them. Sanchez Out.]

A few minutes later two, Terran security officers approached Cat and Salimshar. "Doctor Khatroweena, Lt Sanchez sent us to help in the search for the child. The Lieutenant told us to tell you that within a couple of hours, these caves, possibly, will be under attack. We can only search for the child for half an hour."

"What??!! With that jungle, you could only get a few hundred metres in that time. That child has had hours," exclaimed Cat.

"The hunting ground of the frode is much further than that," said Salimshar. "But we are lucky, the trackers live in the forest, the Rhomboid live in the cities. We have the advantage."

"Those are my orders Doctor," said Fuller. "We have to return in half an hour."

"I'm going with you," said a determined Cat.

"I don't think that is a good idea, Doctor," replied Deitrich. "We can handle the search."

"Look, that jungle down there is going to be as good as any shielding for the amount of biodiversity in it. Unless, you know exactly what you are looking for, the tricorder is as good as looking for the kid with your eyes closed. I'm GOING!" Cat turned around and headed to the north, opening the tricorder to scan for the lifesigns that could indicate a young Dronegarian.

Salimshar made a few hand gestures and two trackers came towards him. They talked for a few seconds and the two trackers went to follow Cat. Fuller and Deitrich, looked at each other and went to catch up to Cat. As they rushed forward, Fuller communicated with Sanchez.

***** Not long later *****

[Jurelle to Cat: What do you think you are doing?]

"Jurelle, there is a young child out there and if we don't find him, the Rhomboids will. I don't have to add the rest."

[Security is perfectly able to conduct a search, especially with the help of the trackers. We need you here, Cat.]

"You know as much as I do, unless the tricorder is programmed perfectly for all contingencies, it still needs someone to interpret the data. As it only could be a doctor or a scientist that could truly do it with the jungle as it is. You are CMO and Nilani is assistant CMO, it leaves me as the logical choice. Makes me required."

[Cat, don't make me give you an order.] Cat could hear the background anger in Tash's voice.

"Jurelle, it's for only half an hour. Half an hour for a child's life. I can take the risk."

[Half an hour, Cat. And that is an order. Tash Out.]

"Come on you lot. We have to find that child," Cat said to the group.

***** Almost half an hour later *****

"Damn this jungle, to many false alarms, I am sure that child is not far away. Some of the intermittent readings are too close not to be her," exclaimed Cat

"Doctor, It has been half an hour," Fuller informed Cat.

"So?"

"We have to go back."

"She is close, I can feel it. Just a few minutes more," pleaded Cat.

"Doctor, we all have our orders. We have to go back for the caves defence."

"The girl is still out there," says Dijiro, one of the trackers.

"I realise," says Fuller. "But we have to be at the caves, those are my orders. I don't like them, but they are my orders."

"Ok" said Cat looking at the ground.

And the group turned to leave, heading back for the Caves.

The grouped had moved a some distance back to the caves when Cat, stumbled and yowled out in pain.

Deitrich looked at Cat with scepticism as Fuller asked "Are you Ok? What's wrong?"

"I tripped, it feels like it might be strained."

Deitrich moved over, Cat saw the scepticism in his face. "Let me see," he said.

He carefully removed the boot and manipulated the foot. Cat stifled some yowls and mewed with pain. The pain on her face was quite obvious. "It might be a strain," said Deitrich. And began to help Cat on to his shoulder to support her so she could walk.

"Look you guys have to be back. I'll just slow you down."

"The Lieutenant would crucify us, if we left you here."

"Look, Fuller, I am here with two trackers, they have lived in this jungle all their life. I am sure they could support me. We have plenty of time until we have to worry about the Rhomboids. But you don't have the time to waste, you have to get back to the caves."

Dietrich and Fuller looked at each other uncertainly. Their orders were to be back in half an hour, but to leave a crewmember behind? Cat saw the indecision, "I am safe here with Dijiro and Hajame. You go on."

Cat removed a hypo from the medkit and injected it into her ankle. She looked up at the two security still waiting. "It is going to take a few minutes until I can use the ankle, you go on."

Deciding they could not stay any longer, they began the return to the caves. When they had gone out of sight, Cat but her boot back on and stood up. She began walking in the opposite direction of the Dietrich and Fuller. Dijiro and Hajame looked at her in surprise. "I thought you had injured your foot," asked Hajame.

"Does it look like I have? I spent some time in the jungles of Cait, learning of some of the old skills. I honestly never thought I would ever have a chance to use them." And Cat disappeared in to the bushes, silently.

Hajame and Dijiro were again surprised, she was not even as close as good as a tracker. She would be successful in hunting the frode though. The two followed Cat through the jungle.

"Invaders"
by Ensign Christopher Campbell

Through his telescopic range finder Ensign Christopher Campbell followed the Rhomboid invasion of the Dronegar capitol city. Through out the city he saw Rhomboid soldiers marching closer to the Triad Hachurui, killing, beating up or even raping civilian inhabitants in their way.

Christopher watched with silence as two Rhomboid soldiers mercilessly kicked down a father standing in the way of the Rhomboids and his wife and children.

"You are here to protect ambassador Lorn and the peace negotiations only." He remembered Commander Coe's words when they met in the transport room before beaming to the surface.

The father got up four times, but each time they kicked him down. When he didn't get up again they still kept kicking him, in front of his children.

"As Star Fleet officers you'll all be sworn to follow 'The Prime Directive' and all other Star Fleet laws!" He remembered 'Star Fleet laws and regulations'-class from the Academy.

In front of the dying, injured or dead, Chris couldn't tell, father lying on the ground, the invaders raped the mother and cut her throat.

"We hereby sentence former Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Campbell to lifetime imprisonment for breaking Star Fleet-rules and regulations." He remembered when he was just a boy and his father had been put court-martialled, sentenced to lifetime, for breaking some Star Fleet law. The cause was top-secret, Chris' family never found out why.

Some of the older children fled, but the younger clung to each other as the Rhomboid soldiers, showing at least some mercy, killed the children fast.

The telescope fell from Chris' hands. He sank down to his knees under the window and buried his face in his hands. He wanted to help the Dronegar people, but he couldn't. The Prime Directive held him back. His very being as an officer in Star Fleet stopped him from doing what he joined Star Fleet to do; help people, save lives, being of some use to someone.

He sat there for sometime when…

[K'Arta to Campbell. What's your report? Are the Rhomboids close yet?]

"Huh?… Oh!" Chris flew up on his feet, grabbed the telescopic range finder and looked out of the window. The Rhomboids were close, a little less then a kilometre.

"Sir, I'm… The closest Rhomboids are about one kilometre from the triad."

[Acknowledged, Ensign. We need you down here then.]

"Yes, yes, of course. I'll be right down, Lt." Now the fear struck him. In minutes he might be fighting for his and others life. Suddenly his legs felt weak, he could hardly walk. He might not have made it down from the tower if he hadn't thought of those children huddling together as they were killed, one by one.

"They'll pay" he thought as he made his way over to K'arta and the others.

Dev stood up from her place at the Conference table. It was strange not having the whole regular senior crew present. Dev could sense the same thing from the other members present.

The Captain was shuffling notes at the head of the table and the other filed out slowly, Dev stayed behind. "Captain," she said.

"Yes Counselor?" He asked.

"Captain, I would like to volunteer for the away mission to Kal-Dixas." She said.

"Counselor, I do not think that would be a wise decision..."

"Captain, there are many advantages to having a Betazoid on your away team," she returned.

"That may be, but what if something happened, what about Colby?" The Captain saw the twinkle in her eye and took the chance to get her off the topic. "And by the way 'mate. How is the little tike?"

"He's good. He's in our quarters asleep right now." She said, still smiling. She didn't hear the door open behind her.

"He is?" The Captain said, grinning.

Dev noticed the Captain looking passed her and down toward the ground.

"Colby Torwyn, what are you doing up at this time of night?" She said as she turned around.

"Couldn't sleep!" He said simply.

"How did you find me here?" She asked. Glancing over her shoulder at the Captain.

"Computer told me where to find you."

"Well, little 'mate." The Captain said walking over to the little boy. "Nice to see you again." He said reaching out his hand.

Colby repressed a giggle. "You talk funny." He said as he took the Captain's hand. Devlynn's head flopped forward. This was not good. "You got a weird voice."

"Okay Colby, that's enough." Dev said, as she pulled on his collars. "Lets get you back to bed young man."

"I wanna see the Bridge mama!" He said. Then looked at the Captain. "Can I?" He said.

"Sure little 'mate." The Captain said. "Just don't push too many buttons."

"Cool!" Colby said. "Lets go mama!"

She took his hand and they walked out of the Conference Lounge, the door slid open and they stepped through, just before the door was closed, in time for Captain Price to hear, Colby said. "He doesn't look like a General to me!"

Devlynn slapped herself on the forheard.

Lt. Devlynn Salshyar, Chief Counselor, USS Galaxy

"If I should die before I wake"
By Jurelle Tash

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

"Well can't we block some entrances to the caves or something to decrease the number of entrances that need guarding?" Jurelle was trying to improve the situation in the caves, giving herself more hope if no one else. The security officer sighed and tried to explain yet again.

"Not really, a few maybe we could block but that would leave the atmosphere down here a lot worse than it already is," he grimaced. "Look Jurel

le, I know you are trying to help but why don't you just leave this stuff to me and you concentrate on looking after them." He gestured to the few visable Dronegars. "Really, its most unlikely we will be attacked, the Rhomboids would gain no tactical advantage from taking the caves."

"Yes, I know, I'm sorry. You know your job."

"Jurelle I know you're worried about Cat but she can look after herself. She knew what she was doing. It's not your fault she is out there."

"Yes, yes I know, thanks." She watched as the security officer left to 'check the perimeter' or something. Jurelle knew he was right but still suspected she could have tried harder to prevent Cat running off after the Drongar child.

At least there was some hope with the child Khan had in stasis. That at least showed them it was possible to beat this thing. It was just so heart breaking that this was all caused by something or someone. What monster was capable of such a thing? Jurelle couldn't believe that such little regard for humanoid life was possible. She felt so frustrated and ineffective in the face of such a monstosity and she hated it.

She was striding along a tunnel moments later, trying to work out some of her frustrations when she heard a crying and a whimper off in one of the separate caves. She found the cave and stood at the entrance watching the healer and the patient inside. The healer could do little but watch helplessly as the dying Drongar held her baby and wailed in pain and terror. The healer looked up and saw her. "Healer Tash, is there anything we can to?" Jurelle's heart dropped at the faith and hope in the healers voice. They had seen so much death and horror, yet they still had hope.

"Here, you go and rest, I'll sit with her." Jurelle could see the healer needed rest too, and was probably in the early stages of the virus herself, Jurelle didn't have the heart to check with her tricorder. The healer simply gave her a look of relief, nodded and left the small cave.

Jurelle went to the Drongar lying on the small sleeping pallet in one corner. She looked old, although she couldn't have been more than middle aged. She was in the last stages of the virus. There was little Jurelle could do but make her more comfortable. She loaded a hypo-spray with a pain-killer and mild sedative. Minutes later the Drongar was more settled and looked more peaceful.

"Healer Tash..." the Drongar began.

"Please, call me Jurelle."

"Jurelle, thankyou for helping us." She struggled to sit up and Jurelle reluctantly helped her. "My daughter, can you look after her when I'm gone?"

Jurelle looked at the small child, barely out of infancy. Just another of the many orphans caused by this virus and the war. "She will be fine, I'll look after her. You rest now." Jurelle lay the mother down and made sure she and her child were comfortable. She settled down close by to watch vigil over the pair. The Drongar went off to sleep and the child seemed content to sit with her and soon slept too.

Jurelle herself was on the verge of sleep when the child stirred, waking her. She helplessly watched the readings on her tricorder as the Drongars lifesigns slowed and died away.

Taking the child in her arms the Trill made it as far as the corner of the room before she sat down, held the child protectively to her and added her tears to the childs.

Lt JG Jurelle Tash, CMO, USS Galaxy.

"Showtime"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

*** Dronegar, Rhomboid camp surrounding Triad Hachurui ***

Delta Gom drummed his fingers on the butt of his riffle. A frustrated look was anchored firmly upon his face as he waited for Alpha Bah to show up before the assault group would be allowed to advance on the Dronegarian government building.

"Delta Gom, there he is." A soldier said, pointing back behind the Rhomboid barricades and armored transports. "There is Alpha Bah."

Gom turned and looked as the arrogant Alpha. "About time..." he growled to himself in a low tone.

Alpha Bah was wearing his flashy war armor, adorned with colorful hand stitched runes from Rhomboid history, passed down from generation to generation to the Alpha leaders until now Bah wears the sacred armor.

"Delta Gom, this is a great day, for it marks the beginning of the end for Dronegar. Our children's children will look back upon today and say this was the day of the final assault of Dronegar. For on the morrow, this planet and all that remains will be Rhomboid." Alpha Bah gloated as he inhaled deeply, relishing the moment.

"Yes Alpha Bah." Gom acknowledged, "Our soldiers are in position and ready. We are awaiting the order to attack."

"Send the first platoon in Delta Gom. Once we have opened up a weakness in their defenses, the other platoons can concentrate on that area until our armored infiltration units are ready to move in. When that happens Delta, I want you to personally lead the assault. If Ambassador Lorn, Speaker Yumeijin, the Prime Minister or any of the Dronegarian Governmental staff are found, I want them kept alive for my personal interrogation."

"I understand Alpha Bah." Gom said happy that they could finally move against the Dronegar,... after three hours of waiting.

"This will be a historic moment my husband. Your name shall be ever preserved in the scrolls of Rhomboid legends." Alpha Zan commented.

"It will be a great victory for us all my consort. But now, it is time to concentrate at the task at hand." Bah replied.

"Victory over Dronegar." Zan chanted.

"Victory over Dronegar." Bah said with an evil smile, "Delta Gom, begin the attack of the Triad Hachurui."

Delta Gom nodded as he raised his weapon and screamed out the order to attach the Dronegarian government building. The final assault had finally begun.

*****

*** USS Galaxy, Bridge ***

Captain Price, having had an unexpected visit from Counselor Salshyar, and her ward, Colby, had been asked to give the boy a quick tour of the Bridge. Reluctantly, he agreed.

"And this chair here, where Lieutenant Casey Ti is sitting, is the Command Chair. That's normally where the Captain sits 'mate." Lee explained.

"So is Lieutenant Casey Ti a Captain?" Colby asked. Dev just smiled.

"No, Lieutenant Casey Ti is a Lieutenant. If she were a Captain, we would call her Captain Casey Ti." Price explained.

"She's fat." Colby said pointing at Miran's unborn child.

Both Captain Price and Counselor Salshyar looked shocked and were unsure what to say. Fortunately, Lieutenant Casey Ti took it well.

"That's not a nice thing to say young man." Miran said rubbing a hand on her tummy, "You might hurt my baby's feelings."

"Baby?" Colby asked, his curiosity plainly shown as he raised his eyebrows. "You are having a baby?"

Miran smiled, "Well, not for some time yet young man. He, or she, needs to grow some more before it will be time to give birth. Would you like to feel the baby move?"

Colby looked and Dev and then Captain Price before looking back at Lieutenant Casey Ti. "Nah, I don't think so. I want to see the ship's weapons systems."

Both the Captain and Counselor Dev hid smiles as Miran expression looked obviously disappointed at the boys lack of interest in her pregnancy.

"Lieutenant Casey Ti, perhaps you could take Colby over to the Tactical station and give him a quick tour. I have to be going to prepare for the away team mission."

"Yes Captain, I can do that." Miran said, standing up and reaching for Colby's hand, "Come on young man, I will show you were the ships weapons are controlled from."

Reluctantly, Colby took Miran's hand and they walked up the command well ramp to the Tactical Station.

"Captain, you never answered my request." Dev reminded.

"I am afraid the answer is no Counselor. Not this time. I have already selected the officers that will be accompanying me on this delicate mission, and quite frankly there simply is no room for another officer. If things go as planned, we should be in and out of the Kal-Dixas space port in no time at all. So I am sorry, but for now your place is here on the Galaxy with Colby." Lee explained.

After letting out a clearing sigh, Dev nodded at the Captain. "Very well Captain, I just thought I'd ask. Good luck on the away mission sir."

"Thank you Counselor, now if you'll excuse me, I need to attend to a few things and get some rest."

With a smile, Captain Price exited the bridge to return to his quarters and prepare for the upcoming under cover mission to Kal-Dixas space port.

*****

*** USS Galaxy, Shuttle Bay Three ***

Ten hours had past since the Captain had meet with the officers he selected to be part of the away team. The USS Galaxy was nearing the outer rim of the Dixas system. In a few minutes, the modified shuttle, "Spitfire" would be departing.

Lieutenant Deiran Casey was busy making last minute preparations and helping Lieutenants Hewson and Erikson load up some of their gear onto the shuttle. One by one the members of the away team were showing up, all dressed in their civilian clothes for their masquerade as weapons dealers.

Lieutenant' Thomas was busy arguing with Lieutenant' Samara over her choice in clothing. It seems the part Klingon officer chose to wear her own outfit instead of what Thomas had replicated. She looked great in the warriors outfit, but evidently Thomas was saying it didn't match the ID he'd created for her. He wasn't getting anywhere.

Captain Price walked into the shuttle bay wearing the outfit Thomas had provided. Lee had made two additions from his own collection however. First, he wore an old leather Australian cowboy hat, bent up on one side and lined with crocodile teeth along the hat band. It somehow set off the tan and rawhide outfit Thomas had made for him. The other addition was the Klingon d'k tahg that normally adorned the Captain's desk in his ready room. Lee had placed it in the accompanying sheath and wore it proudly on his belt. It too seemed to add a touch of character to the otherwise plain outfit.

"Ahoy 'mates. My don't we all look like a motley crew?" Lee said with a grin.

"Hi Captain." Deiran said from the cargo hold of the shuttle while loading up some of the gear with Hewson and Erikson, "You look great sir, if you don't mind me saying so."

"Relax Lieutenant, you are already on the away team..." Lee mused, "Let's not over do it now."

The Captain's comment bent both Hewson and Erikson's mouths up in smiles. Casey was known to be quite the smoozer when it came to commanding officers.

"What will we be using for weapons Lieutenant?" Captain Price asked Casey.

"I've replicated a dozen Romulan hand disrupters Captain. I think that should be sufficient, especially since it seems everyone else has brought along their own personal weapondry of some kind or another." Casey said pointing at the Captain's d'k tahg and the bundle of weapons Samara was outfitted in.

"Excellent. Let's finish up loading the shuttle then 'mate." Captain Price said, grabbing one of the bags and assisting his officers.

Lieutenant Commander Sterner and Lieutenant Sunder entered the shuttle bay a few moments later. They were each outfitted in civilian clothing also. Sunder was carrying a couple of bags of supplies, most likely more weapons Captain Price thought.

"That's the last of it sir." AC said while placing the final bag into the hold, "I think we are ready."

"Right, good job all of you." Lee said wiping his hands together. "Lieutenant Thomas, have you distributed all of the false identification to everyone 'mate?"

"Yes sir. I had to make a slight... alteration to Lieutenant' Samara's id, but now everything should be good enough to pass us off as arms dealers Captain." Chris explained, obviously annoyed with Samara.

Lee grabbed the id that Chris was holding for himself. Taking it he turned it around and read off the name, "Jeramiha Gordon" the Captain said as he rolled it around a moment, "Jeramiha Gordon... I like it."

Thomas looked pleased the Captain approved of the name he'd created for his under cover persona.

"Once we land on Kal-Dixas, I want to maintain radio silence, and I want everyone to use their false names. I don't want to have any slip ups while at this under world space port that will tip off the bad guys off that we are with Starfleet. Got it?"

Everyone nodded and voiced their agreement.

"No problem Jeramiha." Casey said with a big boyish grin.

"That's Mister Gordon to you 'mate." Lee said with a wink.

"Ah, yes, sorry about that, 'Mister Gordon'." Deiran said sarcastically.

As everyone was exchanging their new names and getting familiar with their new personas, Captain Price's comm badge chirped. After digging in his pocket for a moment, he produced the golden device and tapped it in his palm.

"Price here, go ahead."

["Captain, Lieutenant Casey Ti. We've reached the outer rim of the Dixas system sir. I've taken us out of warp as ordered."]

"Excellent Lieutenant. We will prepare to launch the shuttle in the next few minutes. Once we are clear, take the Galaxy out of the Dixas system and stand by. We will rendezvous with you at these same coordinates in 24 hours if all goes well. If not, you are to head for Kal-Dixas and find out what has gone wrong." Captain Price explained.

["Understood Captain. Good luck on your investigations. Tell Deiran to stay out of trouble sir."]

Lee glanced over to Deiran Casey. The young officer pointed at himself and veined an innocent look like 'who me? trouble?' It made the Captain smile.

"I'll let him know Lieutenant. Captain Price out." Lee explained before closing the channel.

Looking around at the officers, all outfitted in their under cover, civilian outfits and rag tag weaponry, Lee took a mental picture of everyone. "Okay 'mates, lets load into the shuttle and get under way. It will take nearly an hour to reach Kal-Dixas from here under full impulse so let's get started."

"Umm," Lieutenant Hewson started, "Mister Gordon, do you still want me to pilot the shuttle sir?"

Lee had to make a double take before he realized AC was speaking to him. Getting used to these fake identities was going to take some getting used to. "Aye 'mate. I think you can do a bonzer job of it."

With a nod, AC entered the shuttle and began the preflight check out of the modified "Spitfire" systems. Within minutes, the shuttle had cleared the shuttle bay of the USS Galaxy and was heading for Kal-Dixas space port, home of some of the roughest, toughest smugglers and arms dealers in the whole quadrant.

Lee watched as the shuttle pulled away from the Galaxy, and the Starship formed a warp shell and streaked off at warp speed.

"Twenty four hours," Lee thought as the Galaxy disappeared, "twenty four hours to find out who's behind all of this."

“Frustration”
by Lt. (jg) Greer Erikson, Science Officer

***Erikson’s Quarters***

Greer arrived back from the meeting in the Conference Room. He sat down and gathered his thoughts to decide what needed to be done first. Who would look after Jasey while he was gone? He looked at the little ‘prima donna’ grooming herself on the chair. What would she up to when he was gone??

He thought about for a moment and remembered how well Mélissa and Jasey had gotten along. “Erikson to Boudreau.”

[Mélissa here Greer]

“Mélissa, Ah, could I ask you to take care of Jasey for a little while?” he asked unsure if she would accept.

[Ofcourse Greer. Just bring the little rascal over]

“Thanks Mélissa” he said much more relieved. “I’ll be over shortly. Erikson out.”

He turned to Jasey. “You, my friend better behave yourself.” Jasey just looked at him as he picked her up and carried her away to Mélissa’s quarters.

***An hour later***

Greer had tried to get some sleep but was either too excited or too nervous to sleep. He understood that this Kal-Dixas spaceport was a rough place to visit and wasn’t entirely sure what to make of Sunder’s descriptio

n. He tossed and turned thinking about what was said at the mission briefing.

“Computer, lights” Greer said softly laying in his bed.

Greer looked at around his room looking for something to explain why he was unable to sleep. He was simply restless.Greer decided to get up and go to the lab. At least there he felt a little more comfortable since he had spent many days working on the virus they were hoping to find more information about at Kal-Dixas Spaceport.

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

Walking over to the incubation chamber, Greer took out the old samples and replaced them with fresh tissue samples.

“Computer, reinitialise the incubation chamber.”

[Reinitialisation complete]

“Begin incubation cycle” he replied.

The computer acknowledged with a few chirps and electronic whirls. Greer returned to the data presented on his work console. Although Dr. Tash and most of the medical department had reviewed the data from central archives on Dronegar, Greer wanted to look through them just the same. He didn’t expect to find anything, however, he just thought it was worth a try. He found exactly what he suspected - nothing.

“Computer, overlay genomic sequence of Dronegar virus with files pertaining to the biogenic weapons from Epsilon Cordanis IV and research conducted by the Cardassian Science Ministry on Seltris IV.”

[Completed]

“Display on this console.”

Greer looked at the screen output. Several sections of the viruses certainly overlapped, however, the homology between the nucleotide sequences still didn’t elucidate the function of all of the particular genes. The science and medical departments had already identified three quarters of the genes in the virus, yet this little genome was a real mystery. Cupproagglutinin, an adhesion protein used to attach the virus to host cells, had been identified as had several others genes in an attempt to isolate key factors in the viral reproductive cycle.

A treatment had been developed in an attempt to block the cupproagglutinin protein, however, it was unsuccessful. It became evident that either the virus had a secondary adhesion protein or it had some mechanism that allowed the cupproagglutinin to evade interception. The virus, or at least its designers, were extremely clever and also extremely brutal. Immunosuppressant therapies were used, however, the virus continued to invade the healthy tissue until the entire tissue culture was infected. Attempts were made to decrease the levels of rapid evolution so that a productive immune response could be mounted, however, that ended up in the increased destruction of the tissue culture. It was hoped that they could screen for mutant viral particles which were incapable of infecting and successfully reproducing. It was hoped that such defective particles might yield a clue to which genes are most essential. It became increasingly clear that it has an almost flawless replication system or some method of selection before the virus is released - no mutants were found.

It was absolutely frustrating. What made the situation worse was that the Rhomboid were heading for Dronegar and the Galaxy couldn’t do a single thing about it. The crew stationed on Dronegar would have to combat the Dronegar virus and the Rhomboid invasion fleet. Caught between a virus and a plague of hostile forces.

Greer sat there in solitude, reviewing the similarities between the Seltris IV and the Epsilon Cordanis IV biogenic viruses. The more he looked at the viruses the more he knew that they needed to find the designer. Greer would have liked to unofficially communicate with a member of the Cardassian Science Ministry he thought could help. It certainly might help their understanding of the virus if they had a prototype to work from, however, status between the Federation and Cardassian governments wouldn’t permit such a request or otherwise. The Dominion had made sure of that.

***Ten Forward***

Greer sat at his favourite position in Ten Forward - the seats near the view of space. He really liked how, when the ship was at warp, the light form the stars appeared in their respective wavelengths. He understood the concepts behind faster-than-light travel, however, it didn’t detract from the natural beauty of the vivid colours it produced. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet - all still there.

Greer turned momentary from the view to pick up his drink. As he did so he noticed something, or rather somone, nearly a bright. He recognised her as Ensign Bancroft from the Gamma shift. He had seen her at the helm, however, with Greer at Science Station I they spent most of their time with their respective backs towards each other. Her hair was certainly bright. Greer expected it to fade a little with time but he found out that he was wrong - it didn’t.

Bancroft looked over to where Greer was seated. He nodded to her and she returned the gesture. She turned around and continued to talk with Electra. Greer returned to his view of space at warp speeds.

A few moments later Greer’s thoughts were interrupted by the young lady with the bright purple hair and several earings in her ears. “Excuse me.” she said.

“Ensign Bancroft. What may I do for you?” Greer responded to her.

“Sir, is that seat taken?” she asked unsure of what kind of person Greer was and whether he minded company.

“Sure, and please, call me Greer. We aren’t on duty now Ensign.”

“OK Greer. I’m Tebrianne.” she said extending her hand in a friendly handshake. “We really haven’t had much of a chance to talk .”

“I was thinking the same thing before you came over Tebrianne.” he said in agreement.

Greer was glad he had somone to take his mind off the coming mission. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't quite think of what to do next with the virus, and he still had some preparations to make before the left for Kal-Dixas Spaceport.

"Preparation"
by Lt jg K'Eytyanna Samara-

After changing into her yIvbeH {warrior's tunic} and battle armour, K'Eytyanna slipped her traditional pogh {warrior's gloves} and DaS { traditional high Klingon boots with spikes } on. Heading over to the weapons display on her wall, she removed two specific daggers from the wall - a QIS {wavy bladed dagger} and a qutluch {serrated dagger used sometimes by assassins} - before slipping them into sheaths built into her DaS.

"Computer, open up secured cabinet, authorisation K'Eytyanna Gamma-Alpha."

[ Cabinet unlocked. ]

Walking over to it, she opened the cabinet and removed a disruptor rifle, given to her during a siege of her house's main compound in Kronos City during a fight with another house, and a disruptor pistol. Slipping the pistol in her side holster, she hefted the rifle and slung its strap over her right shoulder. Looking inside again, she selected three extra disruptor power cells, which went into the hidden pouches of her tunic. Closing the cabinet, she slid her d'k tagh into its holster before slipping a throwing dagger into a waist sheath.

Slipping into her terminal's chair, she started typing an encrypted message,

[

To: Lt McKenzie
From : Lt jg. K'Eytayanna Samara

Subject : A personal favour

While I'm on the away team to Kal-Dixas Spaceport, could you please feed D'Akana? I know this is asking a lot, but all you have to do is replicate Targ Suplements for him once a day. Start at number five. I have programmed it to provide extra large samples, so he will be alright during the day.

Thanks,
K'Eytyanna

]

Getting up, she double-checked her weapons before replicating a large dish of Targ Supplement 4 for D'Akana.

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

Leaving her quarters, she headed down the corridors of the Galaxy, ignoring the stunned looks from fellow crewmembers. Reaching the Main Shuttlebay doors, she adjusted her honor sash and stepped through the door.

Her eyes flicked instantly to the shuttle, formerly known as the Starfleet shuttle USS Yeager but now heavily modified along a new designation of Spitfire.

Nearby, she spotted Lt Thomas handing out false ID's. He turned to her and she could tell he wasn't too happy about her decision that his choice of clothing wasn't Klingon enough for gun-runners.

A few minutes later of arguing, he agreed to make some slight cosmetic alterations to her ID, and when he finished, he handed it to her before heading over to Captain Price.

She flicked it over and read the name Gritta of House Krotmag. Glad she could speak the Krotmag dialect fluently, she walked over to the shuttle and headed inside. Securing her disruptor rifle, she took the Engineering seat and ran a Level 4 diagnostic of her console, which returned all-clear in less then a minute.

Minutes later, they were headed towards Kal-Dixas.

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

"...Duty! Above all else, Duty!"
by Lt(jg) Hunter McKenzie
Acting Chief Tactical Officer

Mac signed the last of the PADDs and leaned back in his chair. He glanced at his wrist chronometer and sighed.

"6 hours! I’ve been here for 6 hours and I’m finally done." said Mac.

Since Lt Blair had been gone it appeared that everything had hit the fan. Between the delay in the computer upgrade and now the malfunction in the torpedo bay, Mac was quite busy. As he picked up his coffee he began to think about the other thought on his mind. The discussion he had had with Lt Thomas had set him to thinking about the business with the "Holo-Cloak". Although, he knew it was all legal, he began to question the appearance of impropriety that he had begun to notice. By leaving him in command of the section Lt. Blair had caused him to re-evaluate the entire scenario. As he glanced at the Starfleet emblem that graced his monitor screen, he smiled as he remembered a speech that he had heard while at the academy. He didn’t remember the speaker, But he remembered the final line.

"So remember, Cadets." The speaker stated. "No matter what you do in your career. Your first loyalty is to Duty! Above all else, Duty!"

Mac was suddenly startled by a beep from the terminal, signaling an incoming intra-ship message.

"Computer? Who’s the message from?" Asked Mac.

"Intra-ship message from Lt.(jg) Samara." Replied the computer.

"Computer display message." Asked Mac as he turned toward the screen.

To: Lt McKenzie
From : Lt jg. K'Eytayanna Samara

Subject : A personal favour

While I'm on the away team to Kal-Dixas Spaceport, could you please feed D'Akana? I know this is asking a lot, but all you have to do is replicate Targ Supplements for him once a day. Start at number five. I have programmed it to provide extra large samples, so he will be alright during the day.

Thanks,
K'Eytyanna

Mac smiled. Although he had decided to shelve the "Holo-Cloak" device for the time being there were still some advantages to doing a favor for Lt. Samara. Although, he knew nothing about targs, he knew one thing for certain.

"She is cute." mumbled Mac, as he directed the computer to locate any available information on Klingon fauna, especially targs.

"Unfortunate Happenings "
Lieutenant Troy Blair
Chief Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

Watching the battle unfold in the distance, made the time seem to pass slowly. But the truth of the matter was, it only took brief moments before the Rhomboid were surrounding the Triad Hachurui. With little hesitation, Troy began firing his phaser rifle into the attacking forces ranks. From the second story he was able hit quite a few soldiers with ease. He could not let up his fire, because the last Dronegar soldiers falling back to the Triad depended on him.

The Rhomboid's primitive laser technology proved to be inferior to the phasers of the Starfleet officers, but the numbers kept the advanced technology from prevailing. The battle seemed to be hopeless.

"AAAAAA!!!!" Troy turned to see a large Rhomboid soldier charging him from across the room, his spear was lowered. With a quick roll, the young tactical officer was able to elude the spear as it crashed into the wall. It's maestro released one hand from the shank, and with great might struck the eluding Troy on the back of his head. The blow knocked him to the ground. On his back, Blair once again saw the spear being thrusted toward him, and once again had to roll out of the way. But this time, this time he was able to get to his feet and take a fighting stance.

The albino, after realizing he had no victim, came after Troy yet again. As the spear came within a foot of his stomach, Blair stepped to his side, grabbed the spear with his left hand, and delivered a side kick with his right leg. The impact caused the Rhomboid to stumble backwards temporarily, he then immediately ran at Troy full sprint. Blair tried to sidestep the spear again, but this time the Rhomboid acted like a Ferengi trying to con someone out of latnium. When the spear was in Troy's grasp, the warrior moved it back, let one hand go of the spear so he could pull out a small knife. When the two passed each other, the Rhomboid thrusted the knife in the terran's side.

If there is one unwritten rule in all of Starfleet, it's never wound a Blair by using a cheap trick. The severed flesh was bleeding profusely, but adrenaline kept the pain from being felt, and the look of death was in his eyes. Letting out a blood lust yell, Troy raced at the Rhomboid who held his spear up in a defensive position. He grabbed the spear from the Vulcan like being's hands, and began to kick the warrior in the abdomen and chest areas. With each strike the soldier stumbled backwards, until he fell to the ground unconscience.

Then, suddenly, two laser beams streaked past Troy's head, barely missing. He turned to see two more warriors at the doorway, each firing shot after shot. Thinking quick, Blair threw the spear at one of the Rhomboids, striking him in the shoulder, then jumped back to his phaser rifle laying on the floor. He rolled onto his stomach and fired two shots at the doorway, he hit nothing but the frame. The room he chose to defend from was quickly becoming a death trap, he had to get out of there. Unfortunately, he decided against grabbing a couple of proton grenades from the armory, a decision he now regrets. But he had the next best thing, grabbing his hand-phaser he pushed enough buttons to overload the weapon, and threw it at the doorway. A few seconds later a large explosion rocked the hallway, killing all in it. His path was now clear.

*** Middle of the square ***

Quickly and carefully, Troy was able to make it to the make shift bunker in the center of the town square. Because of Rhomboid advances all Starfleet officer, except those in the Triad, and a few Dronegar were fighting for there lives in that bunker.

"Troy!" K'arta called out over the sounds of war, she crawled over to him "You're hurt.."

"It's not bad" He replied, trying to downplay his injury, even though his side was covered in blood. "How are things going out here?"

"Not too good, the Rhomboid keep getting closer. Luckily our path to the Triad hasn't been cut off yet." the half Klingon said

"Our numbers are small, which means they're probably going to charge us soon. I think we should move over to the Triad as soon as possible."

"Agreed Troy, I'll spread the word" K'arta crawled away

Troy laid on his back for a second (the bunker was barely high enough to come to a man's knee), starting to feel the pain from his wound, but nonetheless he turned over and began firing again.

Across the way, Troy could see the Rhomboid soldiers getting jumpy on their feet, and gripping their axes, spears, swords tightly. This could only mean one thing, a charge was about to be ordered.

Without hesitating, Troy shouted "Fall back to the Triad NOW!!! Fall back! RUN!!!" Everyone got to their feet and raced to the Triad. From behind a loud roar echoed, then the sound of a stampede could be heard. The Rhomboid were charging.

Troy le

aped over park benches, dodged trees, not to mention laser blasts, at full speed as the pain in his side began to grow stronger. Then the unexpected happened, Troy tripped over a small stone. Ahead of him, his shipmates and the Dronegar were sprinting to safety, behind him thousands of blood thirsty warriors were charging at him. Scrambling on his hands and knees, Blair managed to find a stormdrain barely big enough for him to fit in. Without hesitating, he dove into it and fell a few feet landing in foul, putrid water. By now, the knife wound in his side was on fire, the dank water was not helping at all. Despite the pain, and despite the smell, Troy sludged through the knee deep water, looking for a way out.

Minutes, or hours, he wasn't sure how much time had passed, light began to peek through the top of the sewer pipe. He discovered what looked like a hatch, and opened it. Troy gingerly, because of his side, pulled himself out of the opening and found himself in the middle of a street. Small spiratic fires were here and there, dead Rhomboid and Dronegar lined the streets, and blood ran down the street like rain water after a shower. He looked around to find the Triad, but could not see it, he was lost.

"I better contact the other's" he whispered, and reached up to tap his commbadge. Only...he felt nothing but his uniform tunic. "Great..." He said shaking his head.

Checking the power cell on his phaser rifle, it showed to have less than .25 percent power, "Double great"

Wounded, cold, hungry, unable to communicate and soon to be without a weapon, Troy set off to find somewhere to hold up in, until he could come up with a plan.

Galaxy "Unsure Times"
Written by Kahn Nilani
Assistant Chief Medical Officer

Tash and Cat were having an argument about who was going to go after a child that had left the caves. I was still laying beside the child when I woke up.

"What the." As I sat up.

"Some one turn the Volume down." I shouted

I walked out of the quarantined area and headed to where I knew Tash would be.

::Laughing:: ["Doctor you look absolutely terrible."]

"Hmm, I do?"

Realizing that my hair was all messed up and that I probably looked like I had been in a fight.

["So how was it?"]

"Pardon? Oh my sleep yeah it was fine. Where is Cat?"

["Cat, has gone looking for a little child that has run off. You do know the rhomboids have landed."]

"They have. Well we better find that child...."

["Cat doesn't want me or you helping she says we should stay here."]

"I don't care. I am going."

["Lt. Stay here."]

As I sat down Tash chucked me a phaser.

"What is this for?"

["Well from what I have heard don't expect that blue uniform to offer any protection."]

"O.k. So what is the plan?"

["Well we will carry out our orders with the virus, do not shoot unless shot at first and if it comes to fighting protect lives do not kill. We just want to scare them."]

"I bet they wanna do more than that to us?"

["Maybe, but we are not out for revenge. O.k."]

"Yes. Mam."

As I put the phaser in my holster I turned to talk to Tash.

"Tash, This reminds me of when I was on Bajor and the Cardassians were searching for the location of the cell I was in. Not sure of what to do, to scared to do anything even if we wanted to. And then everything happened. First there was an explosion behind me, the Cardassian troopers came in and attacked. I just fired the rifle at the Cardassians mainly to protect my self and then I realized what I had done. I had killed a Cardassian solder in Cold Blood, then when everyone retreated I found my self still in our bunker with Cardassian troops around me, It was one of the most frightening times in my life."

["I am so sorry, I didn't know. But trust me on this one Nothing like that will happen."]

::sobbing:: "And they....." ::composing her self:: "Anyway I need to run some tests."

I got up and left to go to my make shift station to run some tests

"D'Takag"
by Kal'Gor of the house K'Lorgor

Kal'Gor spent several minutes arguing with another Klingon, before finishing up his costume. Most of his stuff was already on the shuttle, including his Bath'Leth that he had brought along. He was carrying a authentic Klingon Disruptor, and sufficient money.

"Captain, I have arranged for personal money, and a small group coffer which is already safely stored on the shuttle." Kal'Gor said eyeing the captain closely. "Sorry I find it best to jump into the role at first chance, as to prevent having errors occur later.

Kal'Gor went back to work finishing up the work on the id's as a few had bluntly requested them changed, something he disagreed with, but wasn't about ready to argue over the changes for to long. He felt it was a waste of energy, something he was just starting on after having caught a nap earlier today. The mission for him was going to be on of intrigue and fun, however some of the others would likely disagree including the captain.

"Jeramiha Gordon" Kal'Gor said once again returning to stand next to the captain, "I have designed communicators that will be more friendly to the settings, than our regular Federation combadges." Then he turned and got everyone's attention, "I highly recommend no one, and mean bring anything that is Federation or Starfleet. To which I have designed and replicated more subtly communications equipment." He said as he handed them out to the crew, first to Jeramiha Gordon and then to the rest.

"Jeramiha I have something special made for you just in case something goes absolutely wrong, as captain you realize the rodeos regarding away mission." He waited briefly as he knew the captain was aware of this, "I have learned there are some Klingons of the House of Martaq on the surface, well at least some where down there. Here a symbol of the house and a map, go there" he said indicating the x and knock 3 thice and say "House of Martaq". I can't tell how or why, but please believe me when I say that you'll be safe going there without saying anything about who really are Jermaiha" Kal'Gor finished.

He was satisfied that the captain would be safe, he had no worry about his disguise or safety, the rest of the crew would have to rely on each other. He couldn't make any other accommodations, not without great risk. They'd just have remember to stay together and watch each other's back.

"Jeramiha I know you've already said that everyone should stay together, I agree, however I do have more experience in these sort of settings if all else fails. I will with permission do my own investigation in case they won't talk to you. Money doesn't buy everything, even here.

Chris Patton

"Happiness is a Warm Gun (or so they say)"
by Lt. (jg) AC Hewson

Happiness is such a complicated thing. What makes one happy? Like all things and feelings, it will simply go away with time. For some people, happiness was having a load of gold pressed bars of latinum. For others, it was their rank in starfleet. But at this moment for AC, happiness was a warm gun.

Alan reached under the wine-rack in his room. It took him a moment, but his hand finally found the box that he had hidden beneath it. The box slid out with little trouble. It was a rather non-descript brownish-red color, shaped liked a cigar box. The lid creaked as he opened it, letting a small cloud of dust rise from the hinges. There inside were two Patsyrne-Razers, each in their respective holster. The Razers were not knives or blades, but phasers of sorts. The beam from the weapon “cut” through an object (or person) instead of breaking down their matter. There was no stun setting; these weapons meant business. They were silver in color, and just a little shorter than a Romulan Disrupter.

A long time ago, he had trade a whole case of Iuiopqqtros Melder (one of the hardest wines to find in the quadrant) for these two babies. It wasn’t that he was a weapon collector or anything like that, but for some reason he knew he must have them.

He popped a fresh energy cell into each pistol. They hummed simultaneously as the power flowed through them. The hum quickly stopped, signaling they were ready for use. Gently he placed them on his bed as he took out the holsters. He strapped one onto his right leg; attaching one around his calf, the other to his belt. This allowed the holster to stay on fairly tight, but still allowed his leg to move unhindered. The other on he attached around his right shoulder, putting the holster between his right breast and armpit.

‘Man, I’m styling!’ he said out loud as he looked in his full-length mirror. The clothes Lt. Thomas had created for him were completely black. The dark brown holsters with the silver pistols pertruding out of them blended perfectly with his outfit. To keep within Starfleets dress code, he wore his hair in a tight ponytail. For this mission however, he let it down. His jet-black hair fell about shoulder length. For the past two days, he hadn’t shaved. It had produced his desired affect, giving him that scruffy look. The scar on his chin stood out, due to the fact that his facial hair did not grow around it.

In his left pocket, he found a communicator and a fake ID. “Rune Vandersway,” the name read , “I think I could go for that.” AC had heard that Thomas had been with SI, but this was the first time he really got to witness Chris’s skills.

Before he left, he picked up a rather large chest which contained several of his favorite alcoholic beverages. He thought that they might come in handy for some reason during this mission. Satisfied with everything, and mentally prepared, AC made his way to Shuttle Bay 3.

" Undercover... ", Sunder grumbled under his breath. If Sunder ever had a weakness, it was disguise. He had been forced to adopt different identities in a variety of missions throughout his career, all to equally varying degrees of success.

There were two factors that handicapped him in this regard: his size and being the easily recognized son of Kengar Ursa, the 'Scourge of the Bellaraphon Line'. He was also afraid that while he knew Kal-Dixas well, it too, would know him. There was bound to be somebody in the 'Slice of Risa' who would remember him from his last visit, especially Chase.

Eventually he found Shuttle Bay three - and Lt. Commander Sterner standing by the doorway, attired in civilian garb. He had a slight grin on his face as he spotted Sunder approaching.

" Still suffering from that loss of directional sense, I see. " He joked at Sunder's expense. " Time to earn your pay Ursa. Everyone's waiting on you. "

Sunder shrugged his massive shoulders nonchalantly. " I'd rather get lost than have your sense of fashion! " He quipped back. Sterner looked back in mock distress.

" You mean you don't like it? And I put it on just for you. " He replied. " You look pretty sharp for an undercover mission. " Sunder winced. He had unpacked his gear to discover that some of his off-duty clothes were still in transit from Outpost 77. Unfortunately he only had his less non-descript clothes with him, including the ones he had worn on the SHADOWFIRE. There had been no time to replicate duller clothes for him, given his size and that his requirements hadn't been entered into the ship's database yet. Under a large, dull green fatigue jacket was a dark brown shirt fashioned from the finest orion silk. He wore black utility trousers with extra pockets tucked into expensively-made leather boots. He pulled the fatigue jacket closer around himself to hide the shirt.

" Trouble with the drycleaners. " He mumbled. " Well, I'll add a bit of class, at least. After all, I'm Raph Mengar, dealer in fine weaponry and finer dancers. Come on, before the captain thinks twice about bringing me on board. " He said gruffly. Sterner led the way into the shuttle bay. He pointed towards the bags as they went.

" So what's in the bags, Raph? "

" Samples... and a few personal extras. Couple of resin globes, lockpicks, my k'itai and a mini-disruptor. It's made out of a polyfibrous moulding and should be able to skip through most weapons detectors. If anyone thinks to search me, they'll find the k'itai and the globes but will probably miss the disruptor. It's also contoured to fit my body and hopefully won't be found in a 'pat-down'. "

" Whew... not taking any chances, are you? " Sterner breathed in amazement. They could see the rest of the party ahead of them, standing beside the re-configured shuttlecraft. The words 'SPITFIRE' were neatly stenciled unobtrusively on its hull.

" I've been there before, remember? The last time I was hardly a pleasure trip. " He said, remembering the fight in Chase's bar. " I'm worried that Chase'll recognize me. The change in hair-colour and the throat modulator were good suggestions by your Lt. Thomas. But there's little we can do about my height and build. "

" Perhaps you should lay off the chocolate? " Sterner said straightfaced. Sunder stifled a response as they approached within earshot of the rest of the group...

=/\= The Chase Pt 1 =/\=
By Ensign Matthew Albrecht

The wide cobblestone road was silent and deserted as both the Rhomboid and Dronegar prepared for battle. In the background the Triad Hachurui's tower stood like a lone sentinel against the impending onslaught. Under the sun's dry, hot rays the blue-green hexagonal stones baked. The deserted avenue was bordered on either side by a row of small trees and old brick buildings.

From an alcove on the street's North side, a cough rang out loudly. *Ensign Trabuco is in that alcove!* Matthew realized. *If there are any Rhomboid about, he'll be heard* The young officer sent a silent wish to the other ensign to be quiet.

The small party of security officers had been concealed in the alcoves along this street since the Rhomboid started sending ranging mortar shells against the tower. The enemy was not yet attacking, probably waiting for some Alpha to give the word to storm the tower. Ensign Albrecht, Ensign Gary Trabuco, and Ensign Marla Shinjo were assigned to watch this approach to the tower, since it couldn't be defended from the tower's roof or windows. After studying the area quickly, the three had planned two routes back to the tower. A series of concrete barricades were in place, they would serve as adequate protection for a tactical retreat.

*Who are we kidding? Outside of holo-simulations, none of us have engaged in this kind of combat before!* Doubt filled the mind of the ensign. The truth was, he had never considered Security anything but a job to do while he did his studying and research. All the tactical exercises and combat training were just intellectual tests for him; How much force to apply and where, the proper technique for restraining a Klingon, how to spot an ambush. Matthew had done well enough to pass, but he lacked the spark of interest that could have made him a great student. His second-year hand-to-hand combat instructor K’Pach, son of Worg had put it plainly; "You may be in a fight, but you are no fighter!"

Soon the doubt was replaced by more constructive thoughts. *How can three people hold off such a large number of attackers? We did this in tactical training, I just need to think!!* He made a mental inventory of his condition. 1) He was uninjured. 2) He had water for two days. 3) He had rations for three days. 4) He had a phaser rifle. 5) He had a type I phaser. 6) He had two extra clips for each weapon. 7) He had two PADDs in his backpack.

Across the way, Trabuco let out a series of sharp coughs, like pistol shots they echoed off the walls along the street. A moment passed of utter stillness, not even the breeze made a sound or stirred a single leaf. Matthew let out a quiet sigh of relief . . .

[Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, Braaapp-brrraappp, Rat-tat-tat-tat] the sound of chemical projectiles filled the air and echoed off the walls. Trabuco’s alcove erupted

in dust and brick chips. The shingle above the building’s entrance fell to the ground, and was lost in the cloud of debris. Ensign Albrecht automatically performed the task he had been drilled to perform, he listened closely to the sounds around him to assess the enemy’s forces. Judging by the machinegun sounds, only two persons fired. They were using two different types of weapon, and appeared to be good shots.

Shinjo was two doors further along the street, he knew. If Trabuco was injured, Matthew had the better chance of getting to him unseen. The cloud of debris was spread out enough to offer some cover, but would dissipate in seconds. Albrecht crouched low and sprinted across the way. He tripped on broken cobblestones and landed upon the boot of the injured ensign. Matthew crawled the rest of the way into the alcove. A quick inspection of Gary’s shrapnel wounds told him that the young man could be saved if treated soon. He dragged the man into the building, leaving a trail of red, human blood. Once at the back of the building, Matthew left Gary to go back and retrieve the man’s rifle.

At the alcove, Matthew found no rifle. Boots had made their mark in Gary’s blood, and they weren’t Starfleet boots. Matthew fell back against the wall, horrified. Gary’s rifle had been right here a minute ago! The cloud had gone, brick dust lay everywhere. Marla joined Ensign Albrecht in the alcove a moment later. "The Rhomboid went back the way they came," she said, her voice low. "Where’s Trabuco?"

Albrecht’s voice was thick with regret, "He’s inside, near the exit. Go help him, and get him back to the tower. He needs medical attention, like yesterday."

"You can’t stay here alone! We’ve got to stick together," she pointed out, surprised at his apparent lapse. As they talked, they moved to where the other ensign lay, bleeding. She began applying pressure to an arm wound. Matthew got out Gary’s kit, and injected the man with a booster to keep his metabolism going. "You’re right, though, he needs to get back now."

"They have his rifle. The Starfleet phaser rifle is far superior to any weapon these Rhomboids have. Did you notice how they didn’t stick around to test it on us? Those men are returning it to their camp. I can’t let that happen." Matthew knew that Starfleet firepower and training would be their only advantages in the upcoming battle.

"Well, John Wayne, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard all week. Screw the rifle! We’ve got more where that came from." She looked at him with a look of disbelief. She could remember at least five lectures against such insanity at the academy.

"Those two were operating on their own, some sort of patrol mission . . ." he was speaking to himself as he turned around slowly in a circle, checking out the room. "I’ll go through the alleys." With that he sped out the back door. He didn’t hear the young woman’s exasperated reproach from behind. He ran through the alleyway, avoiding debris or pebbles that might make a noise loud enough to give him away, in the direction of the Rhomboid base. It’s location was no secret, mortar fire had been coming from that way for hours.

He had been running for six minutes, long enough, he wagered, to have overcome his prey. Soon he found a ladder to the rooftops, which he climbed. At the front of the building, he waited, watching for the Rhomboid patrol. He didn’t have to wait long . . .

Ensign Matthew Albrecht
Security Officer, USS Galaxy NCC 70637

“A whole new look”
by Lt. jg Greer Erikson, Science Officer

***Erikson’s Quarters***

Greer got back from Ten Forward where he had been chatting to Tebrianne. He hadn’t planned to be talking for so long but figured that he better be prepared in time otherwise the rest of the team might leave without him.

Greer’s hair was now totally black from a visit to the ship’s barber. It didn’t look too bad either and he even considered leaving it that colour. He hadn’t bothered to shave as suggested by his persona ‘John Clay’. A short and simple name. Shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. He would HAVE to remember or else! He figured that ‘John Clay’ would be like any role he had performed in a theatre production, however, his life literally depended on his performance.

He took his uniform off and replaced it with dark, almost depressing, clothing. His wrap around cloak would keep him warm if Kal-Dixas turned out to be cold. At least it was easier for him to conceal any weapons or devices he had to carry.

“Ah, almost forgot.” he said before searching though his bookshelf.

***Shuttlebay 3***

Entering the Shuttlebay Greer looked onto the creation that was the ‘Spitfire’. It was certainly different from what he’d remembered as the USS Yeager but it had a certain appeal to it. A certain novelty factor.

Greer looked over at the second Klingon. He couldn’t make out who it was at first but eventually realised it was Lieutenant’ Thomas. Wasn’t it? The Klingon saw Greer squinting in an attemp to be sure. He responded by smiling, exposing a mouth full of Klingon teeth.

“Damn” Greer thought. “I would have loved to go as a Romulan. The ears might have been itchy though.”

“Looks like this is as Romulan as your going to get Mr. Clay.” Casey said trying to give Greer a Romulan disruptor. Greer didn’t respond immediately. “Maxwell Cadere to John Clay.”

“Oh, that’s me.” Greer said turning around to Casey. “Yes.”

“I said, that is as Romulan as you are going to get.” repeating himself. Greer took the weapon.

“Not really. Thought this Romulan ‘kaleh’ might come in handy.” Greer said showing off a handsomely crafted dagger from under his cloak.

“Nice.” Casey said looking at the little metallic weapon. “Just remember you ARE John Clay now.”

“Understood.” he replied with all sincerity.

“John, help Rune and I load some of this stuff onto the Spitfire.” he said poitning to the equiptment.

“Certainly, Max.” Greer said getting into the spirit of things.

"A Fight To The Death"
By Ensign William Patrick Boone

***

Boone watched from a fortified positon. Sweat trickled down his face. He squinted to see. Sure enough, about twenty Rhombid soliders were marching towards his position. He looked to the other two security officers. They nodded, they were ready.

Boone drew his hand phaser. The riffle was next to him on the ground. Suddenly shots from lasers flew at the security officers.

All three fired. Boone targeted one of the Rhombid in the front and fired. The phaser blast hit the young solider square in the chest, and he flew back, his uniform schorched black.

Boone fired again and again. Then one of the lasers beams got lucky and hit him in the arm. He fell backwards, striking his head against a large rock.

He groaned in pain, but sat up, wiping blood from his face. Suddenly a Rhombid solider was at his throat. He raised the phaser, but the solider kicked it away.

Boone brought his knee up, striking the Rhombid in the chest, then he shoved the Rhombid back against a boulder. He picked up his hand phaser, and shot the solider in the face.

William began to fell lightheaded. He looked at his bleeding arm. Blood had stained his uniform a dark red. He staggered over to his phaser riffle and picked it up.

Half of the Rhombid had been killed. But now it was just Boone and one other Ensign. The other had been killed. Boone set the phaser riffle to kill, and began to fire at the advancing Rhombid. His arm was still bleeding when all of the Rhombid were dead. Boone passed out from the loss of blood.

"Chatting in Ten Forward"
By Ensign Tebrianne Bancroft

Tebrianne couldn't sleep. She lay on top of her bed for almost an hour before she sat up, got dressed again, and headed off towards Ten Forward. If she couldn't sleep, at least she could talk to Electra some more.

She resumed her earlier conversation easily enough. She glanced at one of the far tables and noticed a lieutenant glancing in her direction. He nodded to her, she returned it. She turned back to Electra with a smile.

"I tell you," she said, her British dialect still strong. "I was just so frustrating. I tried to schedule a holodeck slot, and the bloody things were all full up."

"Well," Electra said. "At least you're not as upset now."

"Yeah."

"Unfortunately, I need to get back to work. I'll talk to you later, Tebrianne."

The young Romulan/Vulcan nodded at Electra as she disappeared back behind the bar.

If I remember correctly, Tebrianne thought. That's got to be Greer Erickson over there. She walked over to his table, her purple hair bobbing as she walked.

"Excuse me." she said, stepping up to the table.

"Ensign Bancroft. What may I do for you?" Greer responded to her.

"Sir, is that seat taken?" she asked unsure of what kind of person Greer was and whether he minded company.

"Sure, and please, call me Greer. We aren’t on duty now Ensign."

"OK Greer. I’m Tebrianne." she said extending her hand in a friendly handshake. "We really haven’t had much of a chance to talk ."

"I was thinking the same thing before you came over, Tebrianne." he said in agreement.

"I guess we're going to change that now, eh mate?" she said with a smile.

"You pick that up from the Captain," Greer asked.

"Nah," she said. "I've said it for years. 'e a Brit? The Captain?"

"Brit? Umm, I think he's from Australia, I think."

"Oh, I see," Tebrianne said, taking a sip from her drink. "So what brings you to Ten Forward all alone?"

"Trying to take my mind off things," he said. "The virus on Dronegar and the away mission to Kal-Dixas."

"I don't know much about viruses. You going to Kal Dixas?"

"Yeah."

"I was hoping to go," she said. "But, now I get to keep the ship safe while you blokes are off having fun on the seedier side of the quadrant."

"I'll try to have some fun for you too," Greer said, a grin crossing his face. "So, what do you like, Tebrianne?"

"What do I like? You mean, things I like to do? Well,...I like playing the guitar. I'd love to spend some time in the holodecks if they were ever open. When I was at the Academy, it was always a blast to jump into a good HoloNovel."

"HoloNovels, huh? I've got one that you might like if you like HoloNovels and music. I've got a Bourbon Street scenario that I think you'd like. That is if you like real music. Jazz, I mean."

"I love jazz," Tebrianne said, her eyes lighting up. "I may look like some punk, but I've got class. I'd love to see it."

"Maybe when I get back from the spaceport?"

"That sounds great."

Greer checked his chronometer. "It's getting a little late. I should probably get a little sleep before heading out on the shuttle tomorrow."

"Good luck, Greer," Tebrianne said, extending her hand as Greer shook it. "It was nice to finally meet you. And, you'd better come back because we've got a holonovel to go through."

"Thank you," he said. "[Good night, Tebrianne.]"

Tebrianne's eyes widened in surprise. "You speak Romulan? [Good night Greer Erickson. May your journey end in success.]"

Greer smiled as he left the table.

Tebrianne felt much better than he had when she entered. She could probably even get some sleep. Returning to her quarters, Tebrianne found that sleep came much easier this time around.

*Sentences in []'s are Romulan translations of the actual dialogue.

"Bored"
By Ensign Leslie Wilson
Counselor,USS Galaxy

***

Leslie set the last Data PADD down. She let out a sigh. Finaly now more meetings. Today had been a long day. Six meetings, all of which had lasted two hours.

She walked out of her office and strode down the hall, not having anything to do. When she arrived at her quarters she decided she would go running.

Changing into a black jumpsuit, she ran out of her quarters to the gymnasium. It provided a good course.

She started her run slow, aiming to do five miles. After the five miles, she was pumped, and continued to run. She always went running to get her mind off things, or when she was bored. Right now she was bored.

*****The Cavalry are coming*****
by Lt. JG Paran Chanor

Chanor had been watching the Rhomboid advance through the city towards the Triad Hachurui early that morning. He'd been listening to the reports Lieutenant K'arta was receiving off Ensign Campbell and then heard her order him back towards the main square where a defensive bunker was located. Most of the security officers where located here, including Chanor and Lieutenant K'arta.

Chanor suddenly whirled when he heard a high-pitched "whoooossshhh" from a nearby second story building. He was on the ground before he knew it, and the other officers looked startled. He then heard, and saw it repeated again, and instantly recognised it as a Starfleet Phaser rifle firing from the building. He quickly remembered Lieutenant Blair was in that building and he must've opened fire on the advancing Rhomboid. With him now firing, he considered it his right to now also open fire when the enemy where in range.

A few minutes later the enemy infantry reacehed his maximum phaser range as Lieutenant Blair and Ensign Campbell came running towards the square, Blair from the house, and Campbell from the look out point. Lieutenant K'arta saw that Blair was injured and moved over to assist him, as Chanor opened fire for the first time. Ensign Mulich, nearby, looked over at him, a question in his eyes. Chanor turned to him and said,

"Ensign, Lieutenant Blair has already fired, so I feel it's about time we started. Besides, those massing infantry probably aren't going to be too bothered about sparing Star Fleet officers." he said, as he began firing. Quickly, Mulich joined in, and Lieutenant Arcas and the other officers began the whoosh of phaser fire as the enemy infantry began to take hits. Only carrying primitive weapons, and the phaser rifles out-ranging their guns, the Rhomboids, decided to charge, bursting forward with lightning speed.

"Fall back to the Triad NOW!!! Fall back! RUN!!!" screamed Lieutenant Blair, without hesistation, as the Rhomboid charged forward.

Chanor bolted out of his position as the other officers turned to run. He fired off two last parting shots before fleeing down the way towards the Triad. The continued to sprint, Chanor quite surprised how fast he could run when the need arose, towards the Traid.

They all passed a Dronegar defense point, and headed past it, Lieutenant K'arta stopping long enough to warn the defenders before the officers carried on. Chanor was reluctant to leave 12 people to die at the hands of the Rhomoid, but he didn't q