"Back in Action"
by Lt. Tebrianne Bancroft

***

Tebrianne opened her eyes. Her head felt a lot better. Her throat was a little raw, but a lot better than a couple days ago. She looked around at sickbay. She wondered what was going on with the rest of the ship.

The Romulan flu was never pleasant. This was only the second time Teb had ever come down with it, and she hated it even more than the first time.

"Excuse me," she said, catching a passing nurse. "Could I trouble you for a spot of water?"

"Not a problem," the woman said.

Tebrianne nodded and waited for the woman to return with a glass.

"Cheers," Tebrianne said, taking the offered liquid. She started with sips, not wanting to rush things. She felt dehydrated, and gulping down the water could have bad side effects. Teb smiled at the woman, who gave her a quick nod and turned to return to other duties.

Tebrianne reached over and pressed the log recorder at the side of the bed.

"Chief Helmsman's log, stardate,... What is the bloody stardate? Nevermind. The stardate is whatever today's date is. I'm feeling much better and like I can head back to work again soon. It seems like I've been away from my duties forever. I can't wait to get back to the helm of the ship. I just hope my illness hasn't let down Captain Price any. He's a fine Captain and I don't want to have his opinion of me as a pilot or as an officer diminished in any way."

Tebrianne shut off the log recorder, and looked up expectantly at the doctor who had approached her bed while she was making her log.

"If you are wondering if you are well enough to return to duty, Lieutenant," the doctor said, "then the answer is yes. I don't see any reason to keep you here any longer. You appear to be well enough to return to your duties."

"Cheers, Doc," Tebrianne said with a smile. "It seems like it's been forever, but it'll be smashing to get back to work."

"I'll bet it will," he said with a smile.

"Cute bloke," Teb said to herself as the doctor disappeared through the doorway on the other end of sickbay. She quickly dressed in her uniform and headed off toward her quarters. It felt great to be up and around again.

***

Lt. Tebrianne, USS Galaxy, Chief Helmsman
[dodger@hevanet.com]
UIN# 2172851

****** Holodisc *******
By Lt. Paran Chanor

Chanor had just finished another shift in Gamma. He should have started to head for bed, but something drew him towards the holodeck. The programme he'd designed with the Galaxy being invaded by Jem'hadar kept drawing him back again and again.

So far, no crew members had reported their feedback, well, at least no one he expected. Lt. Samara from engineering had reported an interest in it, and though he wasn't sure, she might have already given it a try. How she found it, he didn't know, but no doubt, being an engineer on the Galaxy, you found out about these things.

He arrived once again at holodeck three, after departing security and stepped inside. Inside, he found things a little odd. The arch was still active, and their was a disc inside the reader. He ejected the disc and took a look at it. It looked like a plain computer disc, designed to be read by a portible reader, though of course, the holodeck could read it too.

"Computer, who was the last person to use the holodeck?"

"Civilian hostess Xala at 22:00 last night." the computer responded.

He stared at the disc for a moment, debating playing it, before he dismissed that idea. A persons holoprogrammes where their own, especially if they were on a removeable disc. Who knows what programme he would find if he ran it.

"Computer, present location of Xala?" he asked again.

"Civilian hostess Xala is in her quarters, deck 9, section 3, room 34." the computer responded again.

"Is she awake?" he queried.

"Affirmative. Her shift begins in 30 minutes."

Chanor took the disc, shut down the holodeck, and headed for deck 9 immediately. Arriving there, he pushed the chime, and waited for the 'come' from inside, before entering.

Inside, he found a rather attractive female, getting ready for work. She looked at him, nervously suddenly, and Chanor wondered if maybe she was about to confess some wrongdoing, that he wasn't he for. So he quickly started,

"Ma'am. I was at holodeck three earlier, and found this disc. I believe it's your property, and was just returning it to you." he said, holding out the disc.

Lt. Paran
USS Galaxy

Ensign Ben L. Nova
USS Galaxy NCC 70637
Qui Li, The Mediator" part 2

*** Councelor Lt. Emma Marshall's Office ***

Having retraced his holodeck experience to Councelor Marshall, he began to to realize how insane the whole event must appear...,

"I know it sounds preposterous, Councelor. The holodeck computer can at least aknowkledge something strange occured."

Marshall, looked at Ben Nova, expressionless for a moment then leaned forward, "Ben. Im not even enclined to call this a lie, or even a state of halucination. But I can tell you that real or imagined, this event with your formor mentor suggests something positive."

Ben shifted position in his chair, leaned forward to meet the Councelor's gaze; "Oh? A ghost visits me on the holodeck... and this is positive?" a slight grin danced across his face... realizing how comical this scene looked..., and leaned back into place.

Lt. Williams, smiled in return. "Yes, Ben. You know it to. Call it a last lesson from Qui Li. If this was him, a ghost..., or whatever, there was a message of letting go of the dead. Letting go of past mistakes. My suggestion to you is to just take a big breath, and let all this sink in. It could be a last message of love from your 'wise-one' that will be the single most important teaching he could give you. Let go and live!" She smiled pleasantly at the Ensign.

"Sort of like..., my past..., maybe I was dead, and Qui Li wants me to live?"

"See. You knew it all along. Give yourself credit" she said in light tones.

"Ok.., I will give it thought. But uh.., does this go on my report?" Ben twisted nervously.

"Ensign. Your records do not reflect any real abnormalities, and I truly do not feel there is any danger to your performance in your duties, to yourself or this ship. This conversation goes no further than these doors."

Ben arose and thanked the Lt., leaving her office, a little lighter, definately feeling more sane...

*** Ben Nova's Quarters ****

Tinkering on an shuttle engine component of his own design, Ben eyed his prised project with a technical glint. Touched one peice with a number 10 spanner, "Yes! Almost ready" he muttered under breath.

A hand placed on the Ensign's shoulder brought his attention around. His eyes enlarged, a scream nearly escaped his lips...as he lunged away from his visitor nearly knocking over his project table.

"Flame. Dont be scared. Its me...."

Ben looked hard and suspiciously..., "oh crap! Im losing it. You ARE NOT REAL" he shouted.

"Flame! get a grip. Its me, Eugene. your buddy..., USS Grissum...,"

Ben's emotions were losening,"Noo. Damn it NO! I dont know whats going on but you are not here! You are not real."

Abruptly.., Ben woke up.., sweat enfused his brow, he looked about; his eyes darted about the quarters.., searching..... All was quiet, nothing unusual. His project lay as it had before on the table.

By David Henry
aka Ensign Ben Nova
Helmsman

"Arrival"
by Ens. K'Vada

*****Personal Quarters*****

Ensign K'Vada had only one thing to say as he saw his new room on the galaxy, "Its too big",

"What?", Queried Captain Price

"The room" K'Vada replied " it is much larger than my room at the academy, sir,"

*****THREE WEEKS LATER*****

**Letter Home**

Mom,
"It has been three weeks since my transfer to the Galaxy and so much has happened, An attack by the Jem'Hadar, A Fluidic Vortex that we will soon (hopefully) be closing, And a "Promotion" to a child, captain Price gave Colby Torwyn a "Promotion" to "ambassador" to allow him on the bridge. I have met many young Klingons aboard the Galaxy and hope to soon make friends with them. I hope to be able to send this message soon

Bye,

K'Vada

***END MESSAGE***

"Bleep", the door chimed

"Enter" K'Vada said as he wondered who it could be. Kornan Rios entered the room "good day Kornan", K'Vada said "what do you want"

"I was wondering about your Weapon collection", said Kornan "what is your most prized piece??"

"This", K'Vada said as he extracted a Colt .45 revolver.

"woah", Kornan said "I wish I had one of those, You wouldn't let me shoot it? Would you?"

"Not yet" K'Vada said "Maybe sometime, but not yet". The two klingons conversed about how much they have in common, Born on Qo'Nos, Joined starfleet, Interested is ancient weapons. and are both on security. They conversed late into the night then Kornan left and K'Vada Retired.

"The Moment of Truth"
Lieutenant David Mercury
Chief of Engineering

"Alright come on people we have five minutes to get this torpedo working. Ensign how is the alignment coming, make sure you don't over compensate for the rise in power output." Ensign Knight was realigning the power circuits to make sure the shield would not overload. The new power source that they installed would only last a few seconds, they needed to make sure they used ever inch of its energy.

"Sir, I'm done, we are ready to launch." Ensign Knight stood up and stretched his back. He had been working from his knees on the torpedo for hours.

"Good job, Sport. Lets just do a quick check of all the systems, we are almost there people." David just wanted to make sure, there wasn't going to be a second attempt. There wasn't even going to be second thoughts, if this didn't work he would never know. The Engineering crew of six quickly checked every vital system.

"Everything is a go Lieutenant!"

"Thank you, thank all of you, you guys did a grea job. When the pressure was up everyone really stepped up." David was a proud Chief today. "Mercury to the Bridge, Captain we are a go!"

Dan Josephs

"Not fit for duty"
by Commander Joerg Sterner
Executive Officer, USS Galaxy

Joerg was still feeling the pain in his bones, however his situation got somewhat better after the doctor had checked on him. He was still lying on one of the beds in sickbay, but he was not comfortable there. He wanted to go back to the bridge and help the Captain and the crew to get clear of the vortex.

He was just about to stand up, when Doctor Tash came to see him.

"Where are you going Commander?" she just asked him, when she his expression on his face.

"It's my duty to go back to the bridge. I appreciate your concern, but I'm needed up there." he tried to explain his situation and lay back on the bed.

"I know what you are trying to say, but in your current condition I can't let you go to work." Tash quickly replied.

"But ..." Joerg wanted to reply.

"No buts. With all your injuries other people would have to stay in bed for about a week. It's only to your good condition that I'm not going to keep you here."

Joerg, relieved to hear that he was going to leave sickbay soon, started again to rise from the bed.

"You may leave this facility as soon as I checked your condition again, but you may not resume your duties at this time. You'll need to rest for the next few days, before you may get back to work. I have already informed the Captain about this." the doctor explained to him.

"Alright, then please go on with your examination, so that I can get out of here." Joerg replied, not hating sickbay the way Casey does, but he was more comfortable outside that particular facility.

Doctor Tash seemed to have sensed the reason why Sterner wanted to leave sickbay, and while she used her tricorder to check his health she spoke to him about it.

"Commander, I don't need to remind you that I, as Chief medical officer, am able to confine you to your quarters, if I have reason to believe that you won't stay there as I told you?" she asked him.

"What do you mean doctor?" Joerg replied, knowing exactly what she meant.

"If I ever should hear about you being on the bridge or in your office for the next three days, I will use my authority to force you to stay in your quarters, even if I have to post security guards outside of it. Am I clear Commander?"

"Absolutely doctor. And assuming that your medical skills are as good as your diplomatic skills, I take it that I'm top fit in three days." Joerg answered, with a big smile on his face.

"Alright, you are ready to go now. And before I forget this, the holodecks are of course also off limit for you at the moment." Tash said, before she allowed him to stand up finally.

"Thank you doctor, I really appreciate your concern for my health." Joerg thanked her and started to stand up slowly.

After that he exited sickbay and tried to approach the nearest turbo lift. He was sure that if he made any attempt to act against the doctors orders, she would know almost instantly, so he decided it was in his best interest to go back to his quarters and relax there.

Finally he had arrived in his cabin. He was just about lie on his bed, when his mind started to act as if he was still on duty. He looked at his desk and at the terminal there, but he knew if he started to take just a glimpse at the current situation on board, he soon would be on his way to the bridge or at least to his office. So he decided that at that very moment he would rather lie in his bed, even if the Galaxy was about to be attacked by hundreds of Jem'Hadar warships.

Before he knew what was happening to him, he sank into his bed and was soon asleep, a gift from doctor Tash, who gave him a weak soporific, so that he could finally relax.

"A Disc is Just a Disc"
Cy Civilian Xala
Ten Forward Lounge Hostess

"Computer, play some contemporary music with an upbeat rythem," Xala said as she stepped out of the sonic shower. Suddenly deep pulsing Bolian music echoed through the lounge hostess' quarters. Xala moved over near her bed and removed a skimpy neon green dress from her clothing compartment. She slowly moved into the dress. The outfit hugged her body closely.

Xala tried not to think about her experience in the holodeck yesterday, but about the fun she had at the beach party and the friendships she made with the other crew members, especially the bartender. But focusing on something else only worked for a few minutes. Xala wished she had never picked up that cylindrical disc in the lounge, even if it was meant for her. The image of the old man was stained in her dreams. Who the man was remained a complete mystery. All Xala knew is that he was extremely frightening in three-dimensional terms. She sat down on the edge of the bed and put on the matching heels. Her feet were delicate within the raised shoes. Xala stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Suddenly the door chimed rang out over the Bolian bass.

"Computer, discontinue music and open the door."

The doors swished to opposite sides revealing a Bajoran man wearing a Starfleet uniform with gold trimmings. He was very handsome to the Ktarian female, although not exactly her type. Xala felt nervous at the presence of someone she had never seen before entering her quarters.

"Ma'am,

I was at holodeck three earlier and found this disc. I believe it's your property, and was just returning it to you," he said holding out the disc.

Many thoughts quickly ran through the Ktarian's mind all at once. What should she say and do? Perhaps she should have shared the disc with the security onboard the Galaxy last week when she found the disc. Xala had not been accustomed to requiring safety or justice from anyone within the past few years. She was safeguarded from everything in the penal colony on Earth and before that the Orion Syndicate had little dealings with safety or justice. Xala had to think back to her times on the Ktarian homeworld to remember what security really was. She did have a brief stint as a member of intra-security personnel.

"That disc is not mine," Xala said remotely.

Chanor looked puzzled. "Do you know who it belongs to?"

"Do you have a few minutes?" she asked.

The Assistant Security Officer nodded and sat down. He introduced himself to the lounge hostess as Lieutenant Paran Chanor. Xala told him the story of where she found the disc and what she found on the disc. It felt like a refreshing clinsing to the Ktarian. Someone else finally knew about the mystery of the disc. Chanor was surprised at what he had stepped into just from going into the holodeck for a little off-duty activity.

"I'm sorry I did not tell you sooner about this."

"The good thing is you are telling me now," the Bajoran said comforting.

"So what do you think the disc means?" she asked.

Charnor stood up and gave a slight gaze out of the window. Xala stood up alongside of the security officer. For some odd reason, she felt that she could trust the man standing next to her. It was a feeling Xala had not felt in awhile.

"Well, we will have to investigate the orgin of the disc and complete a thorugh examination to determine what steps we are going to take next. If this is a message from the syndicate I will make sure you are protected. But it is highly unlikely they would send a message like that and be able to penetrate Starfleet Security and leave it aboard the ship. You have nothing to worry about," Chanor said with a slight smile.

Xala leaned over and kissed Chanor on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said with a half-grin.

Lieutenant Paran turned and looked at Xala. The kiss threw him off a little. Afterall, he was just doing his job. Xala has always been the type of person to show her thanks through physical movement. Affection was a gift everyone deserved in her mind.

Chanor began to speak, "Would you be interested in . . ."

The communications system clicked in with Electra's voice.

"Xala, are you coming to the lounge? Your shift started ten minutes ago."

The Ktarian's eyes widened. She quickly thanked Lieutenant Paran again and flew out her quarters and down the corridor to the turbolift. She knew Electra would have something negitive to say about this incident.

"Meandering"
by Lt. Thomas

Personal Log: Lt. Thomas. I have been given the chance to command the bridge on more than one occasion, due to the recent injury suffered by Commander Sterner. He has been in sickbay recovering. The details to his injuries I don't recall completely, why I don't I am not sure, but then again a lot has been happening these past few days.

There are a few times that I have felt like I am being overworked, but man what a thrill it is to see myself gaining experience and learning new things. I have certainly enjoyed my time working in the position of command, even if it seems that I have been distant and absent to some. This was due to adjusting my schedule to handle the new changes.

The ship continues to work on resolving our present problem. We are hopefully nearing a solution to the problem and we hope the solutions is a successful and easy to implement.

Other thoughts had occupied his mind for the past few days, he was starting to miss Dev. However he was so busy that it was next to impossible for him to really think to long about her at the moment. There were times when he did have the free time to think about some of things that he'd missed out on during his career. He'd paid to high a price for his rank and career.. Only two things keep him going the desire to find the truth about what happened to Gwen and his love of Starfleet.

** End Log **

Chris Patton
GM --- Fleet Captain William E. Churchill - USS Atlantis
Lt. Commander John Bruce - USS Sulu
Lt. Christopher Thomas - USS Galaxy
USS Atlantis website: http://www.geocities.com/~ussatlantis-a

Jean read through his mail from the rest of the crew and noticed the one about tactical training on the holodeck. "The Jem-hadar huh, that should prove to be interesting," he thought. He stood up, stretched, and walked towards his entrance way. "Computer, how long until my shift begins?" "Three hours," the computer voice replied.

He headed down the corridors until he reached the holodeck. "Computer, intialize Jem-Hadar program. Add a second Ensign Louve', but as a Betazoid. Now, add a third Ensign Louve' as a Vulcan."

The computer replied, "Ensign Louve', Betazoid is in Security uniform. Ensign Louve', Vulcan is in Science uniform."

"Good," he thought. "Now I can see the advantages of both of my heritages in battle. Maybe I will find out why this hell I go through seems to have no end. Computer, initiate program and save all activity under Louve'-1a."

Jean entered the holodeck arch to find what seemed to be the Galaxy, but on red alert. "Computer, stop program. Reconfigure so all characters are not aware of my presence."

"Maybe if I simply observe my two selves I can understand what is going on. This should be interesting though, seeing as how I have only seen the Jem- Hadar in Academy training simulations. "

"Program reconfigured and recalibrated," the computer chirped.

"Start Program," said Jean.

"Crossed Paths"
By Civilian Xala
Ten Forward Lounge

Xala brushed into the Ten Forward Lounge. She was late for work and she knew it. Electra stood at a nearby table serving a group of engineers from the beta shift. She noticed her Ktarian worker enter. Electra set down a pitcher of Andorian juice and approached Xala imediantly. The green woman's face was flushed with anger.

"Don't give me a hard time. I was talking to Lieutenant Paran about an incident."

"You should have contacted me and told me you were going to be late. You have been on this ship for almost five weeks and I have seen little improvement in your work ethic, Xala. There is a command structure on this ship and in this lounge. You must begin to follow that structure and follow orders," Electra said.

"What happens if I fail to follow orders and follow structure?" Xala said in an attempt to inspire another rise out of Electra. "Are you going to remove me from the ship? Are you going to put me in the brig?"

Electra crossed her arms before continuing. Some of the patrons in the lounge began to watch the confrontation. "You know I cannot do that," Electra stated.

"Then I suggest you leave me alone for the duration of my time on the Galaxy."

Xala passed by Electra and moved toward the bar proudly.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you act like this? I see much of myself in you, but I was never as stubborn and arrogant as you are. You think you are so bold, but you are nothing but a has-been whore in nice clothes," Electra said loudly.

The Ktarian woman turned around sharply. She was sick and tired of Electra and her judgemental comments. Xala slowly walked forward and slapped Electra harshly across her green face in a rage of anger. Electra held her face with her right hand. There was a buzz of conversation amongst officers in the lounge.

"I am nothing like you," Xala began. "I am above being a barmaid serving juice to horny Starfleet officers who fondle my image with their eyes. Don't you realize I was the most important and influencial woman in the largest crime syndicate in the Alpha Quadrant? Everything I do here is fake. Everything I do here is an act. The only reason I am here is for my own protection, because people out there want me dead and they are stopping at nothing to find me as we speak! This is surrvival of the fittest and I am surrviving. Soon I will not need the Galaxy anymore and I will reclaim a position of stature in this quadrant while you slave your life away serving Klingon coffees. So don't tell me you see much of yourself in me because we have nothing in common and we shall never have anything in common," Xala said.

Suddenly two security officers came up behind Xala and grasped her. It seemed someone called security when Xala smacked Electra across the face. One of the Ensign security officers looked at Electra.

"Take her to the brig," Electra ordered coldly.

The officers escourted Xala out of the lounge.

=/\= "Trip to the Holodeck" =/\=
by Matthew Albrecht

During the night, Resting Hawk had come and gone, utterly failing to wake Matthew despite all the noise he customarily made. The sedative the security officer had taken had suspended him in sleep for over eleven hours, recharging his depleted 'batteries' and relieving him of much of the subconscious stress that had plagued him for weeks. While no drug can give a person the same quality of sleep nature can, Matthew had been spared the nightmares he surely would have endured had he slept naturally.

The room remained quite dark, silent. The man's hand, outstretched over the floor and the tumbler that lie there on its side, twitched for the first time. It rose up, and across to the face that pressed up against a pillow, obscuring his left cheek and eye. The fingers scratched at the right temple. Matthew turned his head and blinked several times. He looked around the room, somewhat surprised to find himself in bed and not being jerked awake already in the shower or sitting at his desk.

He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his sticky, dry lips. "Computer, what time is it?" he asked. He rubbed at his eyelids, crumbling up some fragments of the mysterious matter that accumulates there while a person sleeps.

The computer replied, "The time is twelve oh seven."

"Replicator, eight ounces of spring water, chilled to twelve degrees centigrade," he ordered. He sat up in bed, remembering the conversation he had had with lieutenant K'Arta the night before. "Oh, Hell," he muttered, thinking of how that meeting would affect his career. Matthew wondered what the security chief thought of him.

He stood and crossed the room in the dark. The replicator was illuminated, and his water was sitting in the center in a tumbler like the one he had left on the floor.

**** Later ****

The holodeck doors stood before him, closed. The panel next to the doors informed him that another officer was running the Jem'Hadar simulation already, but he avoided looking at the officer's name. He thought it might have been interesting to see if he or the other officer discovered each other. It would certainly test the computer's ability to simulate the crew.

He activated the holodeck computer, "Computer, access holosimulation parameters. Delete Matthew Albrecht character, I will be portraying myself. Please place arch in my quarters. What is the current situation on board the Galaxy in the simulation?" he queried.

The computer responded as the doors opened onto Matthew's quarters, "The USS Galaxy is under attack by three Jem'Hadar cruisers. The ship has been boarded by more than sixty troops, and primary power systems are off-line. Shipboard communications are sporadic."

Matthew entered the simulation, and the arch vanished behind him. He found himself holding a phaser rifle, with scorch marks and burns on his off-duty tunic. *Apparently the attack came while I was off-duty* he determined. Checking the charge on his weapon, he saw that it was nearly depleted.

He said, aloud, "Computer, until I say 'Arch,' all communications directed at 'computer' will be intended for the simulated ship's computer."

It responded, "That parameter has already been set. To modify default settings, say the word 'Arch.'" Matthew nodded his head for the programmer, who already thought of the obvious modification to the system.

He dug through his quarters and found his personal phaser. "Computer, what is the status of the intruder detection grid? And where are the Jem'Hadar intruders?" He went to his desk, but the terminal there was not working.

A off-key warble informed him that the response was negative. "That system has been off-line for sixteen minutes. The last known locations of intruding forces were, Main Engineering, Bridge, Main Computer Core, and Deck six. Last estimate of Jem'Hadar forces was sixty soldiers." Matthew was surprised at the effectiveness of the invaders. They had reached some of the most strategically important places on the ship.

Leaving his room, Matthew headed for the battle bridge. He didn't intend on taking control of the ship, he just thought that that was where the remaining command structure on the Galaxy might be. He tapped his comm badge to see if it worked. It did not chirp for him, and he shook his head in resignation.

Mentally, he ran through the possibilities; With three Jem'Hadar cruisers, the possibility existed that an overwhelming force could invade the Galaxy, given enough time. Enough systems were still online, and loyal to the security officers requesting information, that Matthew felt secure that his side still controlled matters. The majority of the ship, then, must be safe to travel through. So how to contact the others?

Rounding a corner, he found the bodies of three Jem'Hadar. He was so into the simulation, that for a moment he forgot the bodies were fake. The soldiers had no weapons. Matthew continued on more cautiously. Finding a trapdoor to the next level down, he headed for the deck where he could get to the battle bridge.

Eventually, he opened a hatch to find four security personnel pointing phasers up at him. He smiled, and said, "Sanchez, point that thing somewhere else!" and dropped down among them. The new Klingon ensign handed him a new pack to charge his rifle, and they headed down the corridor as a group.

Sanchez whispered, "Up here around the corner, we think there is a team of Jem'Hadar soldiers attempting to access a life support trunk to the bridge. They have already disabled two others, and could take out the bridge crew pretty quick if they succeed here." She halted the group and sent an ensign up ahead to check things out with a tricorder.

Matthew asked, "I heard they were on the bridge. What happened?" The level of confusion and the assumptions he had made in his room startled him.

She replied, "It wasn't pretty, the way I hear it, Captain Price bought it and so did Bancroft, Thomas and Sunder. Commander Casey threw the last one down an empty turbolift shaft. We had a visit from little Colby Torwyn, who snuck through a conduit to let us know what happened. 'You ask me, a little boy shouldn't have to witness that sort of thing." She said it all matter-of- factly, and Matthew wondered if that was based on the official psych profile of the Latina woman, or just holo-simulation necessity.

The Klingon, a young man named K'Vada, spoke up, "Commander Casey then took us into the Vortex, to lure the honorless Jem'Hadar in after us. Don't know if it worked..."

Ensign Mulich returned, signalling for quiet. He showed Sanchez the data on his tricorder, then passed it around to the others. Her guess was correct, a squad of soldiers was right at the life support trunk junction. The tricorder indicated there were at least twelve soldiers within ten meters of the junction. The small group of starfleet officers looked at each other apprehensively. K'Vada checked the charge on his weapon dramatically, and then pulled a Colt automatic pistol from a tan leather holster at his waist and worked the slide.

Matthew spoke up, "Sanchez, are the security fields active? What have we got to work with?"

She shook her head, "Force field controls are off-line. We can't even operate the ones in the brig without monkeying about with the control circuits--they just don't respond to voice command." She stared blankly for a moment, then said, "But, they accepted trinary code! If you really want a force-field up, a tricorder could emit the proper signal to activate one."

Matthew thought for a second about what she had just said. "But that shouldn't be possible without a voice-recognition check. Are you saying that systems are responding without access codes?" He was shocked by the implications.

"No, high-clearance activities are still protected. But minor stuff like the replicators, lights, and doors all operate on a lower-security system," Sanchez explained. "They probably would all respond to a simple code transmitted by tricorder now. It's like debugging mode in the holodeck," she informed him. She wasn't aware of the irony of her phrase.

Albrecht took the tricorder from Mulich again, and looked at the information displayed there. "Alright, I've got a plan..."

Matthew Albrecht
Security Officer
USS Galaxy NCC 70637

******* Officer on Duty *********
By Lt. Paran Chanor

"Ma'am, I was at holodeck three earlier and found this disc. I believe it's your property, and was just returning it to you," he said holding out the disc.

"That disc is not mine," Xala said remotely.

Chanor looked puzzled. "Do you know who it belongs to?" he asked.

"Do you have a few minutes?" she asked.

He nodded and sat down. He introduced himself to the lounge hostess and listened whilst Xala told him the story of where she found the disc and what she found on the disc. Chanor was surprised at what he had stepped into just from going into the holodeck for a little off-duty activity.

"I'm sorry I did not tell you sooner about this."

"The good thing is you are telling me now," he said comforting.

"So what do you think the disc means?" she asked.

Charnor stood up and gave a slight gaze out of the window. He was wondering who could've sent the disc, how it got into Ten Forward bar, and whether it was related to any other events on the Galaxy. Ensign Sullax's stint in the brig sprung to mind, and started to make him wonder if maybe it hadn't been intended for him, from Starfleet Intelligence.

"Well, we will have to investigate the origin of the disc and complete a thorough examination to determine what steps we are going to take next. If this is a message from the syndicate I will make sure you are protected. But it is highly unlikely they would send a message like that and be able to penetrate Starfleet Security and leave it aboard the ship. You have nothing to worry about," Chanor said with a slight smile.

Xala leaned over and kissed Chanor on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said with a half-grin.

Lieutenant Paran turned and looked at Xala. The kiss threw him off a little. Afterall, he was just doing his job. He was as intrigued about the disc, but suddenly, the fact that she was being nice to him threw him a lot. No one had been nice to him, at least not a woman nice to him, for quite a long time. It felt very, very strange.

Chanor began to speak, "Would you be interested in . . ."

The communications system clicked in with Electra's voice.

"Xala, are you coming to the lounge? Your shift started ten minutes ago."

The Ktarian's eyes widened. She quickly thanked Lieutenant Paran again and flew out her quarters and down the corridor to the turbolift. She knew Electra would have something negitive to say about this incident.

Chanor watched her go, then started to wonder why he'd started that last sentence, indeed, what he would've completed it with? Probably she thought he was going to ask her out. He probably thought that was what he would've done as well. But he wasn't sure, even with himself. He sighed, left Xala's quarters, and headed for security, with a slight bounce in his step, not seen in him before.

*********** Security **************

Chanor had started an analysis of the disc, but so far, the computer, aside from telling him that the disc contained data, had revealed nothing. It was about then, that Lt K'arta got a page from Ten Forward. It was a crewmember, informing her that a fight was likely to break out shortly. She immediately delegated Ensign Mulich and Ensign Aaron to the task, and the two set off towards ten forward. He didn't think much about what had happened, him not being properly on duty, until the instigator of the fight was brought in. It was Xala. He looked over at her, and the officers, and went over to them.

"Mulich, where are you taking her?"

"The brig sir. Electra's orders." he replied.

"Mr. Mulich, last I noticed, Electra didn't hold a rank on this ship. Now, how about you release her, and I'll deal with Electra later."

"Yes sir." he replied, and him and Aaron moved off, to deal with another matter that K'arta delegated for her. However, he noticed his chief look at him in a funny manner, as if to say 'I hope you know what you're doing'.

He asked Xala to sit down, and asked her what had happened. Again, she explained the fight with Electra, and the fact that she struck her. Chanor didn't know what to make of it all. He thought that he'd go and see Electra about it later. In the meantime he started talking about the disc that he'd found.

"Well, I haven't found anything yet about the origins of the disc, nor have I looked at it yet. I'm presently investigating this Orion Syndicate, and have managed to uncover some facts about them. They are a smuggling ring, I believe, mainly operating around Orion, and the nearby star systems. However, they have a large 'interest' in all parts of the Alpha Quandrant, including Klingon, Romulan, Cardassian and certainly Ferengi powerbases. They have an unofficial 'fleet' of smuggling vessels under official, or unofficial trading names in the quadrant, and I suppose, if pushed, they could give the Galaxy a run for her money. However, I can't quite see why they are going to all this trouble if it is for you. I'm tempted to ask Ensign Sullax if he knows anything about this. His involvement with Starfleet...uhhh." Chanor suddenly shut up, realising he'd gone way too far, and mentioning Ensign Sullax was probably a bad idea, especially Starfleet Intelligence.

Xala, for her part, had taken in all the information with her usual skill and care, and said, "Do continue? Ensign Sullax?"

"I think it would be a good idea to go back to the holodeck, and reply the events again." Chanor said, diverting the conversation. "You're also free to go, after that of course, and I will continue my investigation."

"Sure, then let's go." she said, and the pair headed off, back to holodeck three.

Lt. Paran
USS Galaxy

"Blasting of the vortex"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Captain Price sat patiently in the command chair waiting for word to reach him that everything was in place with the 32 stationary satellites and anti-matter mines around the perimeter of the vortex and that the powerful anti-matter torpedo, twenty times more powerful than a quantum, was ready to launch. Drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair impatiently, Captain Price didn't have to wait but a few more minutes as the Chief Engineer had promised.

["Mercury to the Bridge, Captain we are a go!"] David's voice came calling over the ship's communications system.

Lee gave a nod, thumbing the intercom, "Fair dinkum 'mate. We will begin to power up the satellite network and get ready to activate the mine field. Stand by on the torpedo to launch on my command."

["Understood Captain. It's loaded and ready to go on your order."] Lieutenant Mercury explained.

Captain Price glanced over to Lieutenant Thomas at the Operations station. "Okay 'mate. Let's bring the network of satellites online and synchronize them so we can detonate the mine field all at the same instant. We will only get one shot at this 'mate."

Chris nodded, "Understood Captain." Tapping the controls of his console, the Operations Officer soon had a display of all 32 satellites showing green on his display screen. "Satellites are all online and responding Captain. Synchronization is complete."

Captain Price glanced over to the science station. Ensign Idana was still stationed there, monitoring the sensors while the rest of the Science officers were still recovering from their traumatic away mission. "Keep a close eye on everything 'mate. If this works, then the vortex should get smaller. If not, I'll be counting on you to let us know what's happening."

"Yes Captain." a tired Alyssa replied. The Ensign ran her hand over the control panel, making various activation tones before she glanced back at the Captain and gave a weak smile, indicating she was ready.

Lee turned his head back to the center of the view screen. The magnification was reduced enough to allow the entire maul of the vortex to be seen on the big screen. Around the perimeter if one looked closely, the occasional glimmer of one of the 32 Federation satellites could barely be made out.

"Okay 'mates. No sense beating around the old bush here. Miss Bancroft, let's do it 'mate. Power up the Galaxy's main warp engines and let's try to establish a static warp shell around all of the relay satellites."

Lieutenant Bancroft nodded. "Activating warp engines Captain, standing by..."

The surge of power could be heard and felt throughout the ship as the warp nacelles charged with energy, collecting enough to project the largest warp shell ever attempted by the Federation.

"Nearing the saturation threshold Captain...." Tebrianne informed the Captain over her shoulder in a raised tone to overcome the roaring sound of the Galaxy's warp engines, "Warp nacelles are fully charged, ready to initiate static warp shell on your command sir."

Lee nodded. "Activate warp shell Lieutenant."

Tebrianne tapped the required controls and a pale blue shimmer of light enveloped the Galaxy and the 32 stationary satellites around the opening of the spatial vortex. It was as if a balloon of energy had been stretched over and placed on top of the violently swirling mass of fluidic energy.

"Warp field initiated... and holding steady Captain." Bancroft informed checking her readings.

Lee glanced over to the science station. Idana quickly called out, "No change in the vortex activity Captain. So far, so good."

"Right. Guess that means we are ready for step two. Mister Thomas, give me a count down from five and detonate the anti-matter mines." Captain Price instructed.

Chris tapped the controls and perched his wrist over the activating red button. "Mine field is activated. Detonation in...
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Firing anti-matter mines...." Chris tapped the activation button and the view screen immediately lit up in a blinding display of white light. The bridge crew quickly shielded their eyes from the bright flash that cast an eerie sheen onto their faces from the main view screen.

Captain Price looked over to the science station, "Ensign Idana, what's happening to the vortex?" Lee called out.

"It's working Captain... the vortex has decreased in size by sixty three percent and is still decreasing." Alyssa relayed in an upbeat tone.

Lee activated the communications channel on the armrest of his chair, "Lieutenant Mercury, stand by to launch the torpedo 'mate..."

["Standing by Captain."] David replied.

Captain Price waited patiently for Ensign Idana to call out when the best time would be to deploy the large anti-matter torpedo to finally seal the vortex. Too early of a launch and it would not be enough, too late and the brunt of the anti-matter explosion was likely to destroy the Galaxy in the backwash from within the warp static shell.

Finally, the young scientist turned and looked at the General, "Now sir, fire the weapon now!"

"Do it Lieutenant. Launch." Captain Price said into the intercom.

["Torpedo away Captain!"] Lieutenant Mercury declared. The unmistakable sound of the Galaxy's forward photon torpedo tubes sang out as the anti-matter packed torpedo sped off from the Galaxy and into the heart of the vortex.

["You may want to hold on to something sir..."] the Chief Engineer warned.

Captain Price's eyes narrowed slightly at the comment, but then, out of instinct, he decided to follow the Chief Engineer's advice, grabbing the arms to the command chair tightly, "Brace for impact!" Lee called out to the rest of the bridge crew.

The explosion was remarkable. It was unlike anything the Captain had ever experienced before. The intense white from the anti-matter mines was still stinging everyone's eyes when the anti-matter torpedo reached it's coordinates and ignited, making the previous discharge look far dimmer in comparison.

"Warp shell is destabilizing. Rupture is eminent Captain!" called out Lieutenant Bancroft from the Helm station.

Lee glanced over at the science station. Ensign Idana looked a bit panicky, but she maintained her post. "Just another second sir... ten percent, nine, eight, still decreasing..."

"Reroute life support and auxiliary power to shield generators Lieutenant Thomas. We need to contain the anti-matter energy for a few more seconds to allow it to close the rest of the vortex." Captain Price ordered.

"Patching in auxiliary power and life support Captain." Chris complied.

"Four, three, two, one... That's it Captain! The Vortex has been sealed!" Alyssa declared in an almost scream of joy.

"Lieutenant Bancroft, emergency warp, escape sequence Theta one Omega." Captain Price ordered.

Tebrianne activated the helm flight controls and quickly pulled the Galaxy into a roll and sped off in the reverse direction from where she was originally facing. When the Galaxy's jumped to warp, the static warp shell about the satellites lingered for only a few mere seconds, maintained by the energy each satellite stored in it's reserve batteries, then, when depleted after only two seconds, the warp bubble burst, releasing the previously contained explosive energy from the anti-matter weapons into normal space.

The Galaxy screamed away at high warp, out racing the explosive shock wave that was dispersed through space.

"Prepare for blast wave in four seconds..." Lieutenant Thomas warned.

"Divert all available power to aft shields and maintain present course and heading." Captain Price ordered.

"Aft shields fully charged Captain... Impact will strike us... now!"

The Galaxy buffeted slightly at the rushing force from the enormous shock wave output from the unconfined anti-matter explosion. But by the time the energy wave had hit the Galaxy, she was well back enough and moving at an adequate velocity to easily ride the wave to safety. Once the blast front had past, Captain Price glanced around at the bridge crew. The look of accomplishment and pride was evident on his face. "Good work 'mates. Let's set a course back to verify that the vortex has been sealed. Once that's confirmed we can lay in a course for the nearest Starbase to drop off out Breen guests and file our reports on this incident." Lee said cheerfully.

"Course plotted and laid in sir." Lieutenant Bancroft replied.

"Do it 'mate. Take us in." Captain Price said in a satisfied tone.

Sunder sat up in the medi-bed, looking incredulously at Cat and the story she was telling him. A plate of Orion Humpback stew was on a table in front of him.

" I did what? "

" You lept at the Breen scientist with that big wrist pig-sticker of yours, determined to cut his throat from one side of his head to the other. That's when Rios and I arrived on the scene and you two went at it. "

Sunder looked chagrined. " I can't remember a single moment of it. From the time I chased the two scientists ... "

" One. " Cat corrected. "

" One - right. My mind goes completely blank from the point I entered the holodeck to when I woke up a few hours ago. "

" That's what happens when you go hunting on strange backworlds without taking the proper precautions. " Cat admonished. " Really Ursa, after years of living on the Orion homeworld, surely you must have had a second thought about thoroughly immunizing yourself before going on feral hunting expeditions? "

" To be honest Cat, I would have thought that my years of growing up on the Orion homeworld would have sasfely immunized me to the point that I could safely return on these hunting expeditions! " He grumbled back at her. " Besides, I was only on the holodeck. "

" Our holodecks recreate environmental conditions down to the smallest detail. You must have picked up the bug on one of your previous jaunts - it could have been any time dating back to a year ago, and with it lying dormant in your system, the temperature, humidity, and floraic conditions in that holo-jungle were all it needed to activate. You're actually pretty lucky that it happened on the ship rather than on the Orion Homeworld. "

" Tell that to the Breen. I think he'd disagree with you. " Sunder countered. " How is he, by the way? "

" He's fine - a bit shaken but otherwise alright. They're all rounded up and awaiting our return trip back to the Starbase. "

" What about the vortex? How's that coming? "

" The captain sealed it up. Looks like this little chapter is all finished. " Cat said.

" Great - and me on my backside. " Sunder grumped some more.

" Couldn't be helped - you were only surviving a deadly retro-virus! " Cat quipped sardonically. " Listen Superman - you've got a good staff. They held the fort while you got better. Make sure they know you appreciate their work and just get better for the next time. Besides, Security's responsibilities were pretty light this time around. You got off lucky. "

Sunder sat back and took a mouthful of the stew she had brought for him. He had to agree she had a point, though he'd never admit it out loud.

" Good stew. " He managed in pseudo-capitulation. Cat smiled. She was starting to figure him out now.

" If you're a good boy and finish your dinner, I'll let you out tomorrow. "

" Mmph. " He replied. " Is there any chance I can get my day's reports down here? " He asked hopefully.

" Is it work? " Cat asked.

Sunder saw the expressioin on her face. " No. " He faked.

" No dice. " Cat replied with a smile and an airy wave as she walked out the room.

Sunder grunted and looked at the stew.

" Oh well, " he thought out loud. " No point in this going to waste. " He settled back and worked on the stew and tried to put his itinerary together for tomorrow.

"Trill?"
By Door, Son of Dade

Door was musing upon the events in the holodeck the day before (and nursing a slight hangover- being a barman had it's perks and resultant 'perks') when he was approached by a young officer. He had no right to call her 'young' though- she was probably his age anyway.

She had a familiar expression on her face, one of confused amazment at seeing a- and this is a bitter impression of course- /flithy Card/ on board their ship. Door'd learned to live with it... and this particular officer's reaction was too distastful.

"I'm Half Betazoid," he informed the awestruck Ensign.

"Oh" Alyssa said, not knowing what else she could do to apologise for her overheard thoughts.

Door sighed at her 'at least he's not a Borg thought'.

"Hudson Dorffen," he introduced himself to her, "But people just call me Door."

"Alyssa Idana." she replied.

"Well What can I get for you Ensign Idana?" asked Door.

"Do you think you can replicate a nice T Bone Steak with a glass of Saurian Brandy?" Alyssa asked him.

"I believe that can be done." said Door.

"Good." replied Alyssa.

Door turned to the replicator to program in the food, and watched as Idana moved over to one of the empty tables by the window. He saw on her face that she was lost in thought, and, being a Trill, he opened his mind to her in order to seee just what goes on behind those spots.... It was a- uh- liberating experience. Door had never seen into the mind of a Trill before:

Compared to the mind of a Terran or another Betazoid, it was a swirling mix of colour, past lives and present emotions all intertwined and feeding, joining with one another.

"Door?"

His mind quickly snapped away from Idana's and he blushed, although there was no obvious link between Door and the person whose mind he was observing- to most, he was standing deep in thought. He looked around (Almost dropping the alien Brandy) and saw Elecra standing beside him.

"Mm?"

"Can we get back to work here?" she asked, annoyed by his apparent laziness as she manouvred him by his waist over to the other side of the bar. "I'll trying to run an establishment her y'know!!"

Ignoring the frustrated Orion, he took his plate and drink over to the waiting Ensign and set it down in front of her.

"Oh Thank you." said Alyssa.

She still looked a little strange- not from the appearence of a Cardassian barkeep on the Galaxy, but from somehing else that was on her mind. Despite his abilities, he was unable to distinguish what exactly was wrong with the Trill, the colour of her mind distorting what he could pick up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking a seat.

"Yes I'm fine, just remembering..." said Alyssa. She realised after a while that Door was still sitting at her table, smiling at her and had evenm began to nibble away at the steak's garnish. "Door," she smiled back, "I am sorry about Betazed, but I'm sure the Federation will get it back."

"Change the tone why don't you?" Door laughed, "That's not exactly a hot topic to be dicussing when morale is concerned- and /especially/ with a *Cardassian*!!"

Alyssa broke a smile, "I'm sorry, I thought you'd be concerned."

"Nope. Well, of course I'm /concerned/ about it, but I wasn't brought up on Betazed," Door explained, taking another slice of red Bolian cucumber from Alyssa's plate, "I'm an Earther."

"What about your Bajoran Ear-ring?" she asked, resting her head on her hand as she rescued her meal from the other's hungry clutches, "If you're an 'Earther', where'd that come into it?"

She took a bit of the steak and the then looked up quickly. Through a mouthful of replicated meat she mumbled, "thapt ith if youff donth minth me athkink?"

"Not at all." he grinned again and tousled his hair, swinging back on his chair. "Picked it up on Bajor when I was exhiled there by my psychotic family- oh no, they're not /really/ that way-" he added as she choked a little on the food, "-just an expression..."

"So," Alyssa prepared to sum up, "A Federation Barkeep with both Betazoid and Cardassian hereitage, Raised on Earth and a follower of the Prophets..." She made a facial expression and a hand gesture which conveyed the idea of her head spinning.

"What about you?" Door asked, "What's a nice Trill like you doing in a bar like this?" Slap on the charm... works every time?

"All the gory details?" she asked tentitivly.

"From Cradle to Grave. Or there about."

"Well..." Alyssa began.

=/\= "Off Duty pt II" =/\=
by Matthew Albrecht

The pale goldenrod colored panel lay on its side against the bulkhead, allowing access to the sophisticated inner workings of the tertiary bridge life support trunk. Two gray-skinned arms were thrust deep inside the tight spaces beyond it, twisting around as the arms' owner attempted to remove a stubborn but vital component. The Jem'Hadar soldier, not particularly talented with high-technology, kneeled in a pile of isolinear chips. That the life support systems to the bridge continued to function at all was a tribute to Federation Engineering.

The saboteur was flanked by three soldiers, their backs to him with weapons drawn, looking out for StarFleet security forces. Seven meters away in any direction, nine others patrolled. One of the three flanking soldiers bit down upon his lower lip with a great feeling of satisfaction. They had boarded the mighty Galaxy, and had nearly taken her in only twenty-five minutes! In only another thirty seconds, the bridge should be cut off from all life support. After that, their commander had a plan to finish off the bridge crew of this ship all together.

Instantly, all the lights in the corridors shut off. The corridor was in total darkness, save for the blue glow from the exposed circuitry of the life support trunk. A moment later, a low hum sounded from Starboard, then from Port, then from Aft and Foreward. Small huffs and snuffles came from the soldier's allies, as they attempted to determine the causes of the sounds.

Then, he lowered his rifle and spun toward the swishing sound of an opening door. Another swish followed that one, and another, another, and still others! He was startled, and pictured dozens of StarFleet warriors converging upon their position.

Despite the startling and threatening sounds of impending attack, the Jem'Hadar kept their cool for the split second following the 'ambush.' Then, the reacting soldiers of the invasion team began to spread out. They immediately found themselves penned in by force fields. Phaser fire began to sing around them, and Jem'Hadar forces suffered an immediate and drastic reduction in numbers. Then the next force field dropped, exposing more of the gray warriors to attack.

They fought back, better prepared for attack than the first handful. The roar of a Klingon's battle rage echoed off the corridor walls. A terran scream punctuated the darkness. One Jem'Hadar soldier remained in this stretch of hall, sweeping his rifle back and forth, firing occasionally into the darkness. He didn't recognize the sensation of an automatic pistol as it was pressed against his temple, but the explosion that followed stopped everyone, Jem'Hadar, Human and others, in their tracks.

The saboteur, still protected by compatriots, though they were farther away, heard the hatch above him open. He pulled at his arms to free them, but they were jammed in tightly from the wriggling he had performed to access the panel's innards. Almost two hundred pounds fell upon him, he was cut around the face and neck, as he struggled to move his vulnerable neck away from the blade. Unable to fend off the attack for long, the Jem'Hadar with his hands jammed into the life support feed to the bridge felt the Klingon blade plunge deep into his larynx, and hot blood flowed down over his uniform.

********

Matthew stood up, the Klingon blade he had stuck the holo-simulated Jem'Hadar with still jutting from the creature's neck. Lying upon the soldier was his own image, smoking and burnt from the enemy's blaster fire that had effectively ended the simulation for him. Soon the small security detail was upon the scene, although Sanchez and a wounded K'Vada were the only remaining members.

He stood there for a few more minutes, watching Sanchez attempt to patch the damaged systems. He observed K'Vada retrieve his blade and mutter something Klingon to his dead body. It wasn't a Klingon mourning howl, or whatever they called it, but he still appreciated the recognition.

Then the sim ended, the holodeck's familiar black with yellow gridlines appeared to the officer. Across the holodeck, about seven meters away, Matthew saw Ensign Salt, dripping with sweat and out of breath. "Did we win?" she asked. She was quite attractive.

"I don't know," he replied. "But I gotta hand it to the programmer!" The two laughed together for a minute, then left the holodeck together, headed for ten-forward, to exchange war stories.

Matthew Albrecht
Security Officer
USS Galaxy NCC 70637

"For Your Eyes Only"
By Civilian Xala
Ten Forward Lounge Hostess

Xala and Chanor entered the holodeck together. The Ktarian female was still very much hostile about the previous day's happenings in the Ten Forward Lounge with Electra. She was content that she had a project, like the disc, to focus her energy on and she was even more content she had someone, like Lieutenant Chanor Paran, to share the project with. The security officer activated the arch and inserted the disc.

The setting turned dark and the mysterious figure appeared once again. Chanor shuttered a little at the errie feeling he recieved when the person appeared in front of him from the darkness.

"I'm still watching," the raspy voice image said.

"It never said still before," Xala said moving forward.

"The data on the disk must contain different parameters," the Bajoran said.

Watching the dark figure for more clues only made Xala think about the Orion Syndicate and the things she said about the Orion Syndicate in the lounge. It seemed this ghastly image was now a representation of the syndicate in Xala's eyes. She was afraid of it, but she kept coming back to it. She knew that imagry was foolish because there was no hard evidence that proved this disc was from the syndicate.

Xala looked at Chanor and wondered if he knew completely of her past, even before the syndicate. She wondered what exactly people on the ship knew about her and what they thought about her. After the incident in the lounge, Xala knew she would be talked about in the seedy gossip circles of the Galaxy.

"I'm still watching," the figure continued to repeat.

"So, what do you think now that you've seen with your own eyes?"

Chanor paused before he began with, "Well, this certainly does not simplify anything. The orgin of this message has . . . "

Suddenly the holodeck began to shake back and forth. Xala held onto Chanor's arm as the holo-setting began to flicker from the dark cave-like atmosphere of the disc program to the sterile inactive holodeck. The figure began to shake back and forth like it was expereincing the impact as Xala and Chanor were.

"What's going on," Xala asked loudly over the distortion.

"The mines must have been deactivated."

Xala slightly nodded and said, "They're sealing the vortex."

The brief shock ended and Lieutenant Panor examined the holodeck. Everything was back to the normal program setting - dark and ominous. But the Bajoran noticed that something was missing from the disc program. Soon Xala also realized that something was not completely there after the after-shock from the anti-matter mines.

"Computer, where did the figure that was standing in front of me go?"

"Unknown," the computer replied.

Pigs on Ice
by Lt (jg) Endris Gakor
with Lt Kahn Nilani
and Lt (jg) Matthew Albrecht

*** Personal Quarters ***

Sleep lingered in Gakor's eyes, and she rubbed them gently as the alarm woke her. Endris dashed into the sonic shower, and pulled on a fresh uniform. The Tellarite felt it was time to discuss her "Orb" experience with someone, and had recalled broaching the topic with Dr Kahn a few months earlier. Always friendly, the Bajoran Lieutenant agreed to meet Gakor in the lounge for Oinkus.

*** 10 Foreward ***

"Nilani!" shrilled Endris, having been on board for a while, most of the crew had adjusted to the Tellarites boisterous greetings. But hostess Xala looked a little perplexed at Gakor's volume and persistent waving. The Tellarite had ordered Hasperat and a large tureen of Sivaoan Slashback stew with extra Tail Kinkers. Two waiters struggled to get the big dish situated on the table, but managed to carry it without incident.

"I've taken the liberty to order some food for us."

The Bajoran displayed a peppery smile at the aroma rising from the freshly made Hasperat.

"Endris, I trust your judgement", joked the other woman. The tall Hovian waiter returned, fetching beverages to go with the meal. After a stein of Guiness and a bottle of Bajoran spring wine arrived, the pair dug into the meal with relish.

"ummmm. This is good!" remarked Nilani. "What is it?", she inquired of the stew. Endris replied "it was created by chefs on the planet Sivao, where it is a popular native dish." The doctor recalled Sivaoans had once been sought out to cure a plague, during the era of James T. Kirk. The mission had proved successful.

Still, Dr Kahn felt a bit uneasy over the meal, without quite knowing why. Then she noticed Gakor was fidgeting over her food, apparently trying to summon the nerve to talk. *It must be something dramatic*, Nilani thought. *Why else would she toy with her food?*

Something was indeed up. Every quietly, Gakor spoke a question with a haunting note of timidly not normally in her voice. "Nilani, have you ever heard the term Alaiyo?"

"No, I haven't. Why? what does it mean?"

"It is a name that means 'One for whom Food is not enough'. Curiously enough, I learned this while visiting DS9." Endris knew that Dr Kahn had been stationed there in the past, and would probably inquire about her friends.

"When I was stationed on Deep Space nine I heard and saw some strange things, Mainly they all occurred when we were in the worm hole but other things happened on the outside. How are Julian and the Major?

"They are good, Kira even told me to pass on her best wishes."

Oinking loudly to clear her nasal passages of a strong whiff of spice, Endris continued: "Yes, and while I was there Doctor Bashir was kind enough to escort me to an Orb viewing."

"I've seen orbs before myself, they can leave one feeling very disquieted."

"Well, the experience was unique, to say the least. Do the prophets always appear in the guises of associates?"

"The orb are said to be the wishing of the prophets. They send them to tell us what to do. A vision I once had was with the orb of prophecy. And I am still getting things sent to me from that time. It usually happens when I am resting but has happened when I have been awake and in sickbay. It is also said that you will receive a vision if you have gone off track in your life. This I can say from personal experience is true. I have just had one recently because I have been upset over a many things, and Yes they always come as people you know. When I had my vision they appeared to me as people I knew, like my mother and father, Julian the Major. This is how they communicate."

Endris kept quiet about seeing her self on Tellar in the vision, since it didn't seem to match the usual patterns of the prophets revelations. Perhaps some effect of the Teresi virus interacted a bit differently with the orb than Bajoran physiology. *Some things remain mysteries no matter how long you study them*, she thought.

"I must confess I've seemed to be distracted at my duties the last week or so", Gakor said hesitantly. Knowing a doctor has to be alert to properly treat their patients, Lieutenant Kahn wrinkled her nose and jutted her head back in mock horror. The Tellarite could not help but hear the rapidly jangling ear ring.

"Why is that?", the ACMO inquired with a rising aura of concern.

"Mostly, it has to due with the fact I've reached an impass with my Teresi research. I can't help feel if I was stationed abord a medical ship, like the Pasteur, there might be a better chance of finding a cure."

Dr Kahn accessed records from a PADD near the table, noticing there were no current open postings for Medical or Hospital ships.

"I'll talk to Doctor Tash about this. Your growing unease could become a threat to patients under our care. Perhaps a brief sabbatical could be arranged. And Endris", she continued in a softer tone, "I want you to know that I appreciate you discussing this before it became a problem."

Relieved that her concerns had been addressed, Gakor excused herself and rose from the table. She went out of the room, pausing to look behind her to see Nilani write some notes on the PADD. She had an appointment to meet Lt. Albrecht in the holodeck.

*** Holodeck 2 ***

It took 5 minutes to reach the holodeck, as the turbo lifts paused longer than normal. Gakor caught a glimpse of the school kids touring part of the ship, which apparently explained the delay. However, when the Immunologist arrived at the holodeck, the security officer was no where to be seen.

"Computer- where is Lt. Matthew Albrecht?", Gakor demanded with a noticeable tinge of exasperation.

"Lieutenant Albrecht is in his quarters."

*My Stars*, thought Gakor along human lines. *The prescription I gave him was not THAT strong. I'd better check...*, thought the doctor as she bounded into the corridors.

*** Personal Quarters, Lt. Matthew Albrecht ***

Endris hoofed it rapidly to Matt's quarters, not even pausing to wipe the film of perspiration from her fur. Her friend was possibly in danger. Could it be her fault?

The door was locked with a "Do not Disturb" privacy code. Gakor informed the computer to execute Medical Overide "Gakor Feastium 3" before the chamber opened.

Lieutenant Albrecht was fast asleep on his bunk, but his respiration appeared dangerously shallow, and his pulse was weak. The renowned immunologist turned her sensitive nose up at the distinctive smell of Saurian brandy, realizing the young security officer must have gone to ten-forward for some real alcohol while remnants of the sedative still lingered in his system!

Endris cursed herself for not bringing her med kit, but there was no time to delay replicating one. Without dwelling on the possible consequences, Gakor pressed her lips over Matthew's in an ancient medical technique, attempting to revive him.

Feelings of anger and frustration occupied Gakor's mind as she instinctively acted to save her patient. She was angry at the man for naively mixing drugs and putting his life at risk. She blamed herself for prescribing him a drug without properly warning him of the drug's risks, even thought the computer was tagged to steer patients away from alcohol with all sleeping aids. To punctuate each thought, the pretty young woman forced air into the lungs of her friend Matthew.

In only moments, Matthew's lungs were stimulated into normal activity. He never even noticed his near-death experience. As he returned to consciousness, Doctor Gakor paused in her ministrations to listen to his body.

Her lips were still poised over his while his eyes opened and he drew in a deep, healthy breath. Their lips brushed against each other with his breathing motion.

"Hmmm...Gakes," he breathed, closing his eyes and placing his arms upon her hips. He smiled slightly, before his eyes shot wide open. "Gakor?! What are you...?"

The doctor pulled away from her patient, a surprised look upon her face as well. His hands fell from her waist as she explained, "You weren't at the holodeck to meet me, so--Oh, no. Don't flatter yourself, Human-boy! It's not what you think," she snapped, after seeing his self-satisfied expression. She shook her head back and forth to emphasize her argument, throwing her hair from side to side.

He taunted, "From where I sat, it looked like..." but interrupted himself. He and Endris had been friends for many months now, and he didn't want to anger her and damage their relationship. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Gakes. If you say it wasn't what it looked like, I believe you."

Was that disappointment she saw in his eyes? She snapped out an order to the replicator for a solution to flush the alcohol from his body, then retrieved it. "Here, Albrecht. Drink this," she instructed with no explanation. He finished it in several gulps, like a man dying of thirst, never lowering it from his mouth. *Typical Tellarite behavior* she thought, thinking of the feasts and how the men would drink their ale. *He never sips unless it's a social occasion,* she observed.

Taking the plastic cup from him, she threw it across the room, scoring a direct hit in the replicator's opening. "Well, a mudbath is definitely not the thing for you now! Not to mention that you don't deserve one," she added sarcastically, referring to the visit they planned to the mudbaths of Wyandotte IV on the holodeck. "If you still want to keep our time slot, you better shower quick!"

Gakor was surprised to see her friend stagger up into the sonic shower, grateful that it was in a detached area to give the man some privacy. *A trip to the holodeck will give us both time to recuperate from our recent struggles.* A hot mudbath would be too much of a shock to him in his recovering state, however. Thinking quickly, Endris scrolled through the available programs and saw the Ronni's beach party program was still listed.

Endris typed several comands into the terminal, altering the program to add music by Tekia, one of Albrecht's favorite Tellarite musicians. She also advanced the time frame to be at night, hoping the moon's rise would prove amusing.

*Sustenance!*, she exclaimed to herself. *What could be more relaxing than a moonlit stroll along a tranquil beach?* And she knew the perfect attire. Gakor would have to thank Xala later for downloading replicator patterns for Risian bathing suits, as she adjusted the machine to accommodate for her Tellarite frame. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, Gakor hid the skimpy costume under a now slightly stretched uniform, finishing just before Matthew's eminate return.....

Ensign Ben L. Nova
USS Galaxy NCC 70637
"Qui Li, The Mediator" part 3

** Ben Nova's Quarters **

The Galaxy shook slightly as Ben finished showering getting ready for his shift. 'The Vortex being sealed'..., he thought. He waited... no further shuddering occured.., some extra vibrations for a ten second duration...., paused, waiting for everything to desentigrate around him...., NOTHING! 'Must have been a success.'

** Ten Forward **

Ordering a tall orange juice, Ben eyed a Civilan female, Human Andorian.., sleek, sexy..., she sat by herself. Thinking he'd join her then thought better of it a deeper voice within advised him the safest road was the lonely road. Leaving his table the Ensign thought he'd return to his quarters and make a last minute check on his Shuttle Engine project before reporting for duty on the bridge.

** Ben Nova's Quarters **

A feeling of dejavue rushed up the Ensign's back as he picked up a number 10 spanner for a few minor adjustments to the WD-F1 unit..., his eyes scanned the quarters slowly. A sigh of relief followed by a nervous gritty laugh. "Ghosts", he muttered. Shaking it off..,"The General, aughta like this little toy., almost done." Still the incident in the Holodeck kept eating at him.., the dreams of Eugene Slater gnawing at his guts. "Computer. Alert me at thirty minutes till my assigned shift." The computer aknowledged with a couple of audible bleeps. Ben moved to the center of his room and sat down in the lotus-position, closing his eyes. All of everything was becoming nothing as his mind phased it out. Within his mind's eye.., he became enveloped in white. 'Master' he called within himself. 'Master Li. I need you one last time..., '

A figure in the distance appeared as a haze, becoming more and more solid as it approached...

"Qui Li sent me, Flame".., a voice Ben knew all too well. The image was now solidified.., Eugene Slater.

Emotions of grief and joy swollowed Ben up.., "Eugene..., my god..., Im sorry man..," [heavily sobbing], " It should have been me..."

Eugene knelt beside his friend with concern, "Flame. Its ok.., Im ok and all is as it should be I asure you. Dont grieve for me, my friend." Eugene stood errect again and waved a hand.., a hole on space opened up..., "Ben. Look."

A scene filled the void.., a scene of a Starbase Hospital Room. On a bed lay Eugene, frail and bones as aposed to his normal healthy 195 pounds. Slater was gasping for every precious whisp of air, and he died.

Ben stood, looking puzzled. "What is this, Eugene? This never happend! You died.." The figure interrupted....

"I died in battle! Had I not of died in battle, this was my fate. I never told you my friend, but I was sick. I had a terminal desease... and believe me, Flame, I am proud to have passed serving at your side in battle than to die slow and in utter anguish."

Ben turned, and embraced his friend, "Im sorry, man. Why didnt you tell me? I was your friend..." "I couldnt tell you because you were my friend. You and I are brothers of soul, and I couldnt bring myself to hurt you." .., the figure moved away from Ben.. fading as it went, "I must go now.., You must let go. Qui Li and I must enter the next level..., but a spirit guide will help you in the future...., let us go, Ben... go in peace my friend.."

Ben sobbed uncontollably.., "Goodbye my friend.., " Release flooded the Ensign's entire being as Eugene's image abated to nothingness..

A sudden series of beeps intruded on Ben Nova's meditation.., the computer's ladylike voice chimed "Thirty minutes to Gamma Shift"....

Leaving the room into the cooridor.., Ben, walked with a new spring in his step, his eyes still wet, he wore his tears as if the ultimate of honors, Winking at a passing half-Adorian female along the way.

---------------------The End--------------

By David Henry
aka Ensign Ben Nova

By Dianne Heppel
AKA Alyssa Idana
Science Officer USS Galaxy

While Alyssa was at Ten Forward she got into a Rather interesting Conversation with the Cardassian Bartender Door. "So what's a nice Trill like you doing in a bar like this?" Door asked. "All the Gory Details? asked Alyssa "From Cradle to Grave" responded Door.

Hmm well I joined Starfleet for a number of reasons really, one being my Father was A Science Officer on board a Starfleet Vessel." Alyssa said. "When I was younger he used to let me come stay with him on the Kyshau" Alyssa explained. "The Kyshau wasn't that one of the Ships lost at Wolf 359?" Door asked. "Yes it was, my father was killed aboard the Ship" Said Alyssa. "I'm sorry" said Door. "thank you I got over the initial hurt but if I ever see a borg I will Kill it with my bare hands" said Alyssa. (Alyssa then smiled) Well, anyway I was always interested in Science and I thought Starfleet would be a good place to use my skills. Alyssa said.

Second Some of my Simbionts former hosts belonged to Starfleet. "How many" asked Door. "Three" said Alyssa. "My Second host was serving with Captain Kirk on the original USS Enterprise" said Alyssa. "My host after that Selena was on the Enterprise-B when it encountered the Nexus, so when you caught me by surprise I was comparing the Fluidic vortex we were near to the Nexus" Alyssa said. "Oh" replied Door. (They were then interrupted when two people started screaming)

Both Alyssa and Door turned around to see Electra and that K'tarian Female arguing. The K'tarian Female then went and slapped Electra in the face "Well that sure took guts, slapping Electra like that" said Alyssa

"Hi Ho Hi Ho, It's Back to Work to I Go"
by Lt. Ronni Morris
Asst. Chief of Science, USS Galaxy

Ronni sat at the work table and looked at what had once been a tricorder and sighed. K'arta sat in the other chair in the room and laughed at her friend.

"What's the problem? Doesn't work? It sure looks like one of your creations." said the Klingon security Chief.

Ronni threw a small resister at the Klingon. "I want to get any information that I can off of the tricorder. I mean, I know the vortex is closed now, but Starfleet wants more information and isn't accepting that we just plain don't have it!" she said as she pursed her lips in frustration.

"Have you tried using a Orion descrambler?" said K'arta. "I just read a security update about them. It's a device the Orion's created to salvage information from hidden or damaged sources. They are kind of hard to get a hold of, but I know a certain Lieutenant Commander who might be able to get one for you. That is if he doesn't already have one."

"Good idea. I'll try anything at this point. Let's go find him. Computer -" said the Delphinian.

/* Bleep */

"where is Lt. Cmdr. Sunder?" she finished.

The computer replied, "Lt. Cmdr. Sunder is currently in his quarters."

"Well, K'arta, let's go." said the science officer.

In the corridor, K'arta and Ronni passed an Ensign that Ronni had never seem before. Ronni turned and said, "Yummy!"

K'arta just smiled and said, "That's Ensign Sharp. He's new on board. He works helm I believe."

"I'll have to introduce myself later." she said as she watched him go around the corner.

"Come on. Let's go see Ursa." said the Klingon pulling the Delphinian toward the turbolift.

****The New Arrival****
By Ensign Vulcar
Helmsman

Vulcar waited timidly in the cockpit of his shuttlepod which was to take him to his new home... The USS Galaxy.

The young ensign one of two others who were transfered to the Galaxy. One of which was his good friend Starfleet academy-Ensign Jack Burton-a major in engineering. When he got the news that they were posted on the same ship, Vulcar was overjoyed. (And this is highly unlikely for a Vulcan.)

The ensign peered out of the shuttle's 'windsheild' (if you will) as they soared pass the body of the tremendous galaxy class starship. Sure, Vulcar had seen them before. In pictures, models, and even holodecks, but nothing could match the real thing.

Deck four was where the pod was heading, the main shuttle bay. Vulcar could see it through the port side window. It was lit up like Vulcan ceremonial candles. (Like his mother used to make while he lived on the USS Nimitz.)

As the pilot made his last maneuvers, Ensign Vulcar gathered his belongings. His green Vulcan blood surged and his heart pounded. He didn't know if Captain Price would aprove of him or if he would comment about Vulcar's attitude. (Some of his teachers at the academy gave him remarks about his un-Vulcan like attitude. Though he had the keenness of one.)

As the pod's door opened, he found out that Captain Price wasn't even there to greet him. Outside of the shuttlepod stood a women with the rankings of Lieutenant and man who beared the rank of ensign. Vulcar assumed that the half Romulan, half Vulcan was Lieutenant Tebrianne Bancroft.

"Welcome aboard ensign,"Bancroft started,"I think you know me. I'm Lt. Bancroft and this is Ensign Ben Nova. Unfortunately Captain Price couldn't make it so he sent a band of helmsmen. If you follow me Ensign... By the way, what is your name?"

"I am Ensign Vulcar. I am very pleased to make your aquantance Lieutenant. And you to ensign." He said gesturing towards Nova."It is a great honor to be serving aboard the Galax-", Bancroft cut Vulcar off.

"Enough small talk. Do you want me to show you your quarters?", the Lt. queried. Vulcar nodded his head in agreeance.

As the threesome headed toward the turbolift, Vulcar attempted to conversate.

"So, I hear there is an interesting holo simulation introducing the scenario in which the USS Galaxy is against a Jem'Hadar force. Is this academy rumor true?"

For the first time, Nova spoke out,"In a nutshell, I'm afraid that's right. That game has to be a favorite among the crew. The game helps everybody on the ship to prepare. That is, if you can get a holodeck."

Bancroft, Nova, and Vulcar reached deck three and they stopped in front of a doorway. "These are your quarters Vulcar,"Nova informed,"Care to take a look around?"

Before an answer came, Ensign Nova opened the door by pressing the starfleet ensignia on the doorway console. As instructed, the door slid open revealing an empty room. Both ensigns walked in, along with the lieutenant.

Then the question came.

"How do you like it ensign?"

Ensign Vulcar had only one reply.

"It's great. But when are the holodecks open?"

****End Log****

-Ensign Vulcar
Helmsman

"Looking Through the Wine Glass"
By Civilian Xala
Ten Forward Lounge Hostess

It was a very light day in the Ten Forward Lounge. Xala sat up on top of the bar wipping off flute glasses while Door and Takal rearranged the inventory behind the bar to make room for the new shipments they'd be getting from Starbase 357. Luckily for Xala, and everyone else in the lounge, Electra was not working. Their schedules since the "incident" were completely opposite.

Takal set a another case of flute glasses on the bar. The bartender was a very large Hovian with a bright smile. He had a very rough exterior, but hearts of gold in his interior. Everyone on staff lovingly gave him the shortened nickame of Tak. Xala and Takal always found time to bring each other up on all the news and events happening around the Galaxy.

"Who's that Andorian woman over there?" Xala asked.

"She's a representative from the Andor Science Counceil. I heard she was working on a metaphysical expeirement with the science department and it failed," the Hovian bartender said.

"Really? She must have been devastated, but I like her dress," Xala said rather preteniously. "Who is that guy over there?" she asked motioning toward Ensign Ben Nova. "He looks rather sad. Perhaps I should go over and cheer him up?"

"That's Ensign Nova. He's new aboard the ship. He's probably upset because his best friend died in battle. Counselor Zrama says that he blames the loss on himself," Takal said.

"Look over there, Tak. Lieutenant Lewis and Chief Poynter are in their first date. They look so cute together, wouldn't you agree?"

"Are you two done gossiping? We have three more shelves to clear and thirty more glasses to wash off before the ceremony for M'Kata tonight," Door said attempting to get Xala and Takal back on task.

Xala sighed and said, "Vulcans have ceremonies for almost everything and they are always dull. I'm glad I'm not working tonight."

"Well, I am working tonight and I want to be ready. Tak, come back to the storage room and help me carry in wine cases."

"Sure Door," Takal said moving out of the lounge with Door.

Xala wiped another glass off while watching the patrons. Their images were distorted through the Bolian glass. The Andorian's antenni swirled within the view of the flute glass. Ensign Nova staggered as he walked out of the Ten Forward Lounge. The Ktarian set the sparkling glass down and retrieved another from the case. She held it up and wiped if off like the others. Only this time she saw something frighting in the glass.

The lounge hostess wiped the glass and suddenly viewed the dark person on the disc she had found. Xala screamed in terror as she gripped the flute glass. It broke to pieces in her hands. The figure could clearly be seen now, and he was a horrific sight. The man quickly moved away out of the lounge. Door and Tak moved back into the lounge from the storage area and went to Xala's side.

"Xala, are you alright?" Door said in a friendly tone.

"You look like you just saw a ghost," Takal said.

She ignored them. Xala was frozen on top of the bar. The mysterious image had only lived in a fictional dark world up until now. Did the shock from the vortex closure give life to the projection? It was an absurd thought, but Xala thought it to be true. Xala knew she needed to get help as soon as possible.

"Civilian Xala to Lieutenant Paran. We need to talk. Now."

Ensign Ben L. Nova
USS Galaxy NCC 70637

[ PERSONAL LOG: ENSIGN, BEN NOVA ] ------ Last night was a total crash. I mean the pressure of all the dreams, the holodeck thing and all. Drove me straight to Ten Forward where I consumed Tsorian brandy and orange like a sponge. Guess I was pretty well smashed, it was a good thing the synthehol could be shaken off if an emergency came up. Must have really been phased out. I saw a nice looking Andorian woman seated to herself, passed off on introductions, I was NOT in any condition to impress her. . Then as I left I was pushed off against the bulkhead by a large dark blurr. The odd thing was this guy was all in black.., I think. No one on ship ever dressed in head to foot black.., and it was almost as if the man or whatever passed throgh me with an impact. Then again, I was so litup he could of been in dark orange, a woman instead of a man, or (just as bad)..., no one at all.., just a clumsy greiving drunk halucination

Today however was like a wave of new life for me. The "Ki-Tkio" meditation-journey took me deep within my pain. Ensign Eugene, slater. The best damn man Ive ever had as a buddy, more like the brother I should of had..., he actually forgave me. His death so many years ago had not been without reason after all. Self doubt at one point got the better of me.., and while, the Number One wasnt looking.., I pulled up Slaters old med records. True to his word. He had an incurable and unpronouncible desease. Terminal. I just pray I die in battle, a man, than to die in the way Slater would have. Little did I know, I did him honor if anything was my fault. Changing the subject: The duty shift was pretty much standard routine. No incidents, no Jem'Hadar.., everything the norm. Just as my shift came to a close, orders came from The General's readyroom...Lt. Tebrianne Bancroft and myself were to greet an incoming shuttle with a new Helmsman I believe. A Vulcan by the name of, Vulcar, Ensign by rank. That ment I had to forego my usual "first thing" trip to my reserved Holodeck. I usually run the Akito #8 program (modified just a touch...heh-heh) after a shift. Gets the juices flowing. I was a teensy bit miffed by the cancellation of my reservation.., no doubt that slot went really quick. What the hell. I was new here too and I knew how un-nerving first arrival-assignment was. Had to keep the tradition of cold reception going. Its an unwritten law.., maybe a right to passage? in some sick and sadistic way. Who knows. Everyone hates the reception, yet maintains the straightlace by the book welcome. Bleh. I think I bent the rule just a taste. Id never admit it, but this Vulcan.., Vulcar, had a special principle about him. Not a typical Vulcan, not at all. At least I picked it up, dont know about, Lt. Bancroft, although she's not a dim-witt by any stretch of the imagination. The briefing with Vulcar went fast, shown to his room and Off to Ten Foreward I went. I never answered his question about getting a Holodeck.., just turned and walked. Mean yes, but in a light hearted way..., was still a little ticked about my turn at the Holodeck. Petty and childish. Maybe I aughta appologize. Nah. If I read Vulcar right, he knows. We, I think, are a kindred spirit.....,

"Ensign Nova.., Out"

Ensign Ben L. Nova
USS Galaxy NCC 70637

By Dr. Felicia Khatroweena, Lieutenant (jg), USS Galaxy NCC-70637

***** Sickbay *****

'What is going in that woman's mind?' thought Cat as she watched Endris leave sickbay. Cat could not believe that Endris would normally put a patient in danger, but her suggestion of increasing Angela's pheromone levels was dangerous. Maybe it is stress getting to Endris, like all of us - she needs a holiday. The lack of progress on her research on the Teresi would probably be a huge factor. 'Girl needs a hand, why don't you help?' Cat asked herself.

Cat checked Ensign Dana's vital signs; the Deltan was resting normally. Her pheromone levels were back to normal. Cat moved to the resting Ensign Sullax.

His eyes were closed, but his vital signs on the biobed display showed he was awake. "Ryak?"

Ryak open his eyes and sat up on his bed. "Yes Cat."

"We have the results of more tests we have made. I will have to admit that we have a small number of unexplained readings. I can't be hundred and one percent sure, but they don't look dangerous. In general, you are healthy and fit. But I want you to make time to see a counsellor. If I have to I'll drag you from your labs and take you to a counsellor," Cat finished with a smile.

Ryak looked back at her, "Why do I have a feeling that you're not joking."

Cat gave a small chuckle. "Wanna try me? Seriously Ryak, you'll be fine for your next shift. Well a doctor's work is never done; I have my other duties. I'll see you later. If you have any troubles, contact me straight away. OK?"

"Yes Cat"

Cat moved over to one of the security officers watching over Ryak. "Well, he can go back to the brig at any time." Her voiced changed from half jovial to very serious. "When I give orders that someone is brought to sickbay, I want it done immediately, not a couple hours later when I have to remind you people."

The security officer was uncomfortable, not quite sure how to react. "Yes Ma'am." The officer looked a little set upon. Not being on duty when Ryak was brought to sickbay, he was being blamed for something he had not been a part of.

A voiced called out "Hey Cat!"

Cat turned round to see Ursa, crooking a finger, beckoning her to come.

Cat walked over to him, smiling, "Yes Ursa?"

"Cat, that person over there," pointing to the security officer. "Is one of my people and if you have a problem with them, I want you to talk to me."

Cat looked at Ursa; her eyes narrowed for a second as a shade of anger crossed her face. The twinkle returned to her eyes and her smiled returned to her face. "Of course Ursa. I had given orders that Ryak was to be brought here to Sickbay when Greer, Ronnie and AC had returned. I had to go to the brig and have an argument in getting him to be brought here."

Ursa only response was "And?"

"Well? I gave orders, for medical reasons and they were ignored. What if something had gone wrong?"

Ursa raised an eyebrow, "Cat, I'll look into it. Just remember they are my people. I'll bawl them out, if they need it! OK?"

"Ok, Ursa, You're probably right."

"Cat, hey Cat!"

"Looks like I'm popular today." Cat turned around to see Endris walking over to her. Endris was carrying a bottle; the silvery colour of the fluid inside perked her interest. 'I wonder...'

"Yes Endris, what is it?" asked Cat

"Cat, about what happened a little earlier. You're right. Any way I would like to give you this." Endris passed over the bottle to Cat. Cat accepted and looked it over. 'Caitian Silver Milk' - "Thank you Endris."

"Cat, could I ask you to look after Sickbay. You're right, I need to relax," asked the Tellarite.

"Go-on, shoo then. Have fun while us here in Sickbay are slaving away," Cat smiled. Half-heartedly shooing Endris out of Sickbay.

Ursa walked over, "So what's in the bottle?"

Cat showed him the bottle. "I'd go oh! If I could read the label."

"Caitian Silver Milk - Something I haven't had for a while. By the way, what are you doing out of bed."

"Hey you said you'd let me out tomorrow. I must be healthy."

"I said if you were a good boy, I'd let you go! Now all good boys should be in their bed," ordered Cat with a grin.

"Do I get a good night kiss?" Ursa returned as he returned to his bed.

"Yes." Cat's mind raced as she tried to act totally normally, shocked at her own thought's prompted by his question. 'Why did I say that? I hope Ursa didn't hear that.' Deep down, she knew a good security officer like Ursa would hear everything. This was once, she hoped he wouldn't. She watched as he sat up and began reading one of his PADDs on his wargaming.

As Cat turned away, Ursa called out, "Cat"

'He heard me!' Cat gulped as she turned back to him. "Yes Ursa?" Cat's voice was a little strained.

"You promise to let me out tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course." 'He didn't hear, Fates be thankful.' Cat continued her duties, trying to stay away from Ursa as much as possible. Embarrassed by her own feelings that she felt.

"Dealing with losses"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

It had been a long and trying time on board the Galaxy. What had started out as a response to a Breen distress call had turned into so much more in recent days. Now the Galaxy was finishing up it's survey of the region of space that formerly hosted the bizarre fluidic vortex that the gallant crew of the USS Galaxy had managed to completely seal off using a number of anti-matter charges.

"All scans are showing negative Captain." Ensign Brooks declared from the Science station.

Lee gave a satisfied nod. "Bonzer job 'mate. Starfleet Command will be pleased to hear that." Captain Price acknowledged. He then turned and glanced at the helm. Beta shift had long since come on duty, Ensign Lamarsh was sitting in the pilot's chair of the mighty Galaxy class starship. "Lay in a course for Starbase 357 'mate. Warp factor five."

Zack punched up the proper coordinates. "Laid in sir."

"Do it 'mate." Captain Price ordered. The Galaxy was soon streaking along at Warp speed with a flash.

Glancing around, Captain Price knew the ship was in good hands. Now that things had settled down command wise, he wanted to get a chance to visit with the away team they had recovered from the vortex. With everything else that was going on at the time, Lee didn't have a chance to speak with any of them or debrief them on their mission. A mission that had left one of their fellow shipmates, Ensign Tholen, dead in that cold, fluidic vortex. Lee knew what it was like to loose a crew member. But this was Lieutenant Erikson's first experience at loosing someone under his command. Lee wanted to make sure the Lieutenant was taking it well.

"Lieutenant McKenzie, the bridge is yours 'mate." Captain Price announced before turning and heading out the turbolift. With Commander Sterner still in sickbay, Hunter was the senior officer for Beta shift.

Captain Price headed for the Residential Apartments and Lieutenant Erikson's quarters. Standing outside Greer's door, the Captain paused for a moment thinking of what he wanted to say about the loss of Ensign Tholen. Finally, Lee tugged at his duty jacket and activated the chime.

Lee stood there for a minute. When there was no response he activated the chime again. Waiting patiently for another minute, the Captain began to wonder if Erikson was even in his quarters.

"Computer, state location of Lieutenant Erikson." he queried.

["Lieutenant Erikson is in his quarters."] the computer responded.

Lee activated the chime a third time. Within seconds the door slid open and a some what agitated Lieutenant Erikson burst out the door. He was out of uniform and looked as though he had been trying to get some sleep. His hair was a bit shuffled, and he needed a shave, but his eyes seemed awake enough.

"What the devil do you want?!" Greer blurted out before realizing who it was standing at the door. Feeling awkward over his outburst, Erikson stiffened slightly, "Sorry sir. I... didn't know it was you." Erikson said in the way of an explanation.

"No worries 'mate. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing after your last assignment. May I come in?" Lee asked.

Greer nodded, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck and turning aside to allow the Captain to pass. "Sure Captain."

Lee entered Erikson's quarters and the door to the corridor slid closed.

"Excuse the mess sir. After getting back from the vortex and being released by medical, I pretty much just crashed in here." Greer explained.

Lee nodded. "No need to explain 'mate. You should see my quarters after a day with Colby." The Captain commented with a slight smile which he quickly let fade. "Actually, I wanted to see how you were doing 'mate. Seems this was a rough assignment for a young officer in command."

Erikson nodded and motioned for the Captain to have a seat after moving a throw pillow out of the way. He then sat down himself on the other end of the couch hugging the same pillow. "Well, it didn't exactly go as I would have liked Captain. I mean, the loss of a shuttle craft and with Tholen's death... I can pretty much say it's the worst mission of my career."

Lee watched Erikson as he spoke. It was obvious he was beating himself up over the Ensign's death, as well as the loss of the Federation shuttle craft, USS Kepler. The Captain could understand that. It was something every person in a command position has got to deal with at some time. Lee could remember the first time he'd lost a crewman under his command. It was something that you never got used to, even with the passing of years. "It's a rough thing to deal with, loosing someone under your command 'mate. Believe me I know. I wish I could tell you it would get easier or that you'd get used to it. But the truth is you never do. Right now you are probably going over everything that happened, everything we did, or that we didn't do. Any little thing that you personally could have changed to prevent Ensign Tholen from loosing her life on that mission."

Greer's head came up and looked at the Captain fully in the eyes. "Exactly Captain. How did you know?"

Lee blinked knowingly. "I told you 'mate. I've been there. It's the same thing we all go through and have to try and deal with when we give the commands and one of our 'mates dies because of circumstances beyond our control. There is really no point in lingering over what has happened. It's done and no matter how much we might want to change things, we can't."

The Captain paused long enough for Erikson to give a slight nod of understanding before he continued. "What we can do is look towards the future. Take steps so that next time when we are in a position of putting our fellow crew mates at risk, we can hopefully prevent such accidents from happening. That's not always possible, but we can try. We can try to send out sensory probes to explore the unknown and scout for possible dangers. We can take safety precautions to try and insure the safety of our friends and 'mates. We can do everything in our power to try and avoid situations that put the ship in jeopardy. But even then, even after doing everything possible and feasible at that moment in time, there is still no way we can guarantee with one hundred percent certainty that there isn't something we have overlooked. Some small unknown fact that would have changed everything had it been known before hand. Ensign Tholen is dead Lieutenant. That is not your fault. Space travel is dangerous. She knew that the moment she signed up with Starfleet and put on that uniform. The loss of the Kepler was not your fault either. We had no way of knowing what was on the other side of that vortex. And given the abruptness of the discovery of the solidic barrier, you did well in getting the away team off the wrecked hull before her engines overloaded. It was a tragic loss, but not one that was meaningless. Because of the success of your mission, we were able to learn of the origin of the vortex, and ultimately seal the rupture saving not one but two separate universes. Not only that, but you managed to save the lives of Hewson and Morris as well. Any delay in commanding the evacuation of the Kepler and you all could have been killed in the shuttle when her engines exploded. I know it doesn't seem to help right now, but if you give it time, I think you'll see that I am right. You did exactly what you should of done at precisely the moment you should of done it. Ensign Tholen will be sorely missed, but her death was in no way your fault Greer. Stop blaming yourself 'mate."

Lee let his words trail off while he regarded Lieutenant Erikson for a moment. Greer seemed too upset to respond. Instead he just stared off into space as if he were just numb from the whole ordeal.

"Well, that's all I wanted to say 'mate." Captain Price explained standing up from the couch.

"Thank you Captain." Erikson managed, also standing.

Lee started walking towards the doorway while he spoke, "I'm sorry if before I authorized your mission if I was sounding like a conservative old goat Lieutenant. But like I said, I've been in your shoes before. In my time on the Galaxy alone, I've had to deal with the deaths of dozens of fine young officers under my command. It's something that is not one of the pleasant things about being in command. You never get used to it 'mate. At least I haven't. But you still can't let that fear get in the way of our primary mission. The Galaxy is an exploration vessel. That's why we are here. To seek out new life. To explore new things. To reach out and offer what we can to the universe. You, Morris, Hewson, even Ensign Tholen did just that on this latest mission. It's what makes us all Starfleet officers. And in my opinion, you make a damn fine one Greer. Try to remember that."

Lee paused for a moment and then let himself out of Greer's apartment. The door slid shut and Erikson stood there in his bathrobe staring at the door out which the General just left. Thinking of his words, he turned and walked over to the observation portal in his quarters and watched the stars streak by. In his minds eye Greer thought he saw the image of Ensign Tholen looking back at him from the stars, and she was smiling.

By Ensign Vulcar
Helmsman
USS Galaxy

Vulcar had just just finished his Beta shift and decided to walk down to the Ten Forward and get a glass of Vulcan tea. He was also secretly hoping that Ensign Nova would be there. He knew how his arrival had spoiled Nova's plans for the day.

As the ensign walked into the ten forward lounge, he could see Ensign Nova at a table near the bar. The seated man was nursing a mug of of Tsorian brandy. Vulcar walked over to the table and asked,"May I sit down?" Ben gestured towards the seat to indicate for Vulcar to sit.

"So, what brings you here?", Ben Nova said. "I was wondering if you would like to join me in the holodeck tomorrow afternoon. I finally got a reservation made."

"It depends. What time do you plan on going. I got a shift tommorrow."

Ensign Vulcar was about to answer when a scream from behind the bar rang through the Ten Forward. He recognized the hostess as Xala.

Vulcar wondered why she was yelling so. Then he saw that there was a woman standing across the room. His gaze fell back upon Xala who was being comforted by a man the ensign didn't. He looked back towards the bulkhead in which the figure in black was standing and suprisingly, the woman was gone.

Vulcar decided it was nothing so he turned back to his conversation with Ben Nova. "Well, how about a date with the Jem'Hadar?", the ensign asked persuadively.

****End Transmission****

Ensign Vulcar
Helmsman
USS Galaxy

Ensign Jean Louve'
Tactical
U.S.S. Galaxy

As Jean observed his "two selves" going through the Jem Hadar simulation, he started to realize the advantages of having both heritages in his blood line. The Vulcan Louve' was able to tactically outsmart the Jem Hadar while his Betazoid self was able to anticipate the Jem Hadar's moves by tuning into their thoughts.

"Computer, halt program. Combine both versions of Jean Louve and run program."

"Program reinitialized."

Through the next few minutes Jean realized maybe this "inner struggle" he had putting himself wasn't necessary. "Maybe I should go see the ship's counselor on this one. I am tired of this pain and struggling. I wonder if anyone else on the ship has these thoughts and feelings about mixed heritages?"

Jean shut down the holodeck program and went back to his quarters. He looked at the ships activities listings and noticed a Vulcan ceremony at Ten Forward and decided he may pop in and observe.

Jean dressed for the occasion and headed out to Ten Forward.

Ensign Ben L. Nova
USS Galaxy NCC 70637
"HoloHadars an Achilles Heel"

Ben Nova, relented on the new Helmsman, Vulcar.., and decided he needed someone to show him the Holodecks. He had never been even mildy friends with Vulcans before. Not that he had anything to do with them or hated them. The situation never called for it. Reserving a Holodeck took some doing, even some bargaining with Ten Foreward's "Door", the guy whom to go to for almost anything.., in a hush.

The holodeck was silent but for the echoes of Ben Nova and Vulcar. Nova was explaining the program and the reaon for it..., preparation against potential Jem Hadar attacks. Having it wrapped up in a nutshell....,

"Computer. Run the Jem Hadar program, version Nova-Hadar-Gama." Nova spoke into thin air. The Galaxy's Bridge materialized complete with all the Gamma shift. The Commander sat in the Command chair. Nova and Vulcar took places at the Helm.

"New heading. Plot a course...." Joerg was interupted by the all to familiar wang of alarms, and a full ship shimmer as heavy fire slammed against the Galaxy's hull...."Report! Shouted the Number One. "NOW!"

Vulcar, targeted a motion in space, pulled it up on the view-screen.."We have a Jem Hadar, vessel sir. weapons charged and about to fire agai..., " another slam on the ship concluded Vulcar's report."

Joergs face took on a very peturbed expression, "Shields up, return fire!, evasive menuvers" ..., damage reports flooded across the comm.., damage heavy, warp necelles damaged, shields barlely responding.., fluctuating, casualties.

Within the viewscreen several more Jem Hadar ships came into the zone..., sensors detected a total of six surrounding the Galaxy. Phasor fire ended when the shields were down. As abruptly as the fire ended, the Jem Hadar began materielizing all over the ship..,

"ALL HANDS, Defend this Ship and all Civilians! All hands, Jem Hadar have boarded the Galaxy! Defend the ship...," Shouted Number One.... turning to greet a Jem as he popped in beside him, with a fist smashing it's face.

Hand Phasors streaked across the Bridge, some hitting thier mark, others bounced off and smacked into monitoring stations... Nova and Vulcar moved across toward the Commander, phasors in hand, to stand off the enemy and protect thier chief in command... although he was doing an admirable job himself, it was instinct and duty.

Vulcar's weapon malfunctioned, resorting to hand to hand, the Vulcan delivered an impressive round-house kick to one very big Hadar's head, snapped it, dropping him to the floor. Rolling across and raised up bringing an upsweep to the next one's lower jaw, snapped this guy's neck as well..., moved

along pinching other Jem Hadars into unconciousness.

Nova, was impressed with what little he had time enough to glimps, dealing with his own problems at hand..., it became a virtual free-for-all, in a miniture war with dead and wounded scattered about the decks and cammand posts....

"Computer. End Program." Nova ordered.

Vulcar eyed, Nova, "Why did you do this?"

"To ask you what you were doing? Why do you focus on the head!? Everyone knows a Jemmie's head is as hard as steel, damn near."

"Ive never seen a real Jem Hadar, but I have studied thier anatomies in my biology studies of the various species. The vertibrae of a Jem Hadar has a weak structuring at the base of thier skulls."

"And they taught you this in biology," quizzed a puzzled Ensign Nova. "I never studied anything about a weak vertibrae link related to these suckers"

"They do not teach it. I merely observed it." replied Vulcar, with a slight raised, matter-of-fact, brow.

Ben, scratched his head. "You are pretty slick Amigo. Im willing to bet you are the first to make this discovery. You did mention this to your professor didnt you?"

"No."

"Huh!? Why not?"

"Because," replied the Vulcan, she did not ask.

Ben smiled, knowing that some things about Vulcans will never change, but this guy was definately, Ace, in his book. "I think we should let the Captain in on this little secret of yours.., "It may not win battles, but its definately an edge.., and I like edges>"

"No doubt," Vulcar retorted, with an almost identifiable smirk. May I ask you something?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"What is an, 'Amigo'?"

Ben smiled and left the Holodeck and Vulcar hanging for his answer. The second time he did this to Vulcar. He never did this to anyone, but one. His old buddy from the Grissom, Ensign Slater.

By Ensign Nova

Ensign Ben L. Nova
USS Galaxy NCC 70637
"Dark Things"

*** Ben Nova's Quarters ***

The sonic-shower was almost refreshing after a good holodeck work out. Ben stepped out slipping on his robe greeted by a sudden flicker of light, then dark. Dim panel lites cast eerie shadows about the room.

A movement in the corner, near the entrance caught his eye. Ben Nova, instinctively catwalked to the side and toward the movement..., "Who's there?"

"Tell Xala. I am still watching!" came a stiff whisper, a gravelled voice no less. The figure moved, keeping its distance and pace with Nova's steps.., like two caged panthers sizing each other up.

"Xala? The waitress? I dont know her but by name. Who are you....," Nova, said with a sudden cartwheel and leap.., foot first at this phantom's throat. GONE! Ben's foot smacked the portal window, damn near cracking his ankle doing so..., the lights flickerd on just as a howl of pain eeked from the Ensign's lungs.

** Sick Bay ** Cat, looked at Ben's swollen ankle...., "Its a sprain, Ensign. I can fix you right up" she said, milling through her instruments. "How did you do this again?"

"I..," ..," tripped. It was clumsiness on my part. The lights in my quarters blinked, and I tripped over something. Its imbarressing."

Cat ran a muscle repair stimulater over the ankle.., "Ensign Nova. You have got to find a better way to flirt with the med techs" she winked..., and released him.

Ben turned toward Cat before leaving..."Ok..., but be gentle with me...Grrrwwwl" he smiled.

*** Ten Foreward ***

Ben sat down, ordered Romulan Aile. Took quick note of the sensual Xala at the bar. The phantom's words replayed in his head, 'Tell Xala, I am still watching'. He wanted or at least thought about telling her, but didnt want to alarm her. 'Door doesnt take kindly to guys upsetting the help', Ben thought. "Ghosts..,"he muttered. "Why me!?"

By Ensign Nova

" Ready to go! " Sunder proclaimed to nobody in particular as he scrutinized himself carefully in the mirror.

It felt great to be out of bed and upright again. Sunder hated inactivity with a passion. If he was going to lie still, then he needed to occupy his mind or his hands with something - anything! For him, rest was pursuing one of his too-numerous interests. Sleep was a waste of time, but something that had to be resentfully tolerated.

He ran a wet palm over his uniform's crisp lines, catching lint and flicked off minute specks of dust off his tunic. Straightening up, he caught a glimpse of Lt. K'arta standing behind him in the doorway.

" Commander Sunder. Good to see you're on your feet again. " She said with a lazy smile on her face. Sunder returned one of his own.

" Lieutenant, what a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? "

" Got an interesting bit of information for you; might be right up your alley, so to speak. " K'arta moved to take Sunder by the arm. " It's a sensitive issue - more appropriate for someone of your unique background. Let's go somewhere where we can talk privately. "

Sunder's eyebrows arched inquisitively as they made their way through Sickbay.

" I'm intrigued. Where do you want to go? "

" I think Ten-Forward would be best - that is, if the good doctor here can spare you? " K'arta said jovially as they passed by a very flushed Dr. Khatroweena.

" Take him - he's fine and he's all yours. " Felicia said hurriedly. " Just get him out of my sight. " She mumbled to herself and made her way into one of the far treatment rooms.

K'arta looked puzzled.

" What was that all about? " She asked.

" No idea. " Sunder replied. " I know she's been over-working herself though. With me flailing around in a fevered fit, over-demanding Breen trying to blow up the ship, and security all throughout Sickbay, it's no wonder she's a bit testy. She deserves the chance to blow up every now and then. " He shifted gears, suspecting there might be more to Dr. Khatroweena than met the eye. " Why Ten-Forward? " He asked.

" Best place to be private - out in plain sight. You know, the old ' purloined letter ' bit. Besides, there's a lady I think you'd be very interested in meeting. Her name's Xala. Have you met her yet? She's a new hostess. "

" I don't get down to Ten-Forward all that often. " Sunder explained, wondering why a hostess would rouse the GALAXY's security chief's interest.

" I forgot - you're a bit of a recluse aren't you? "

" I like my own company, if that's what you mean. " Sunder answered. " I have a lot of outside interests. They tend to take up a good portion of my time. "

" I know. Although I have to admit it was good to see you interacting with your staff more. The combat bouts, your attendance at the party, and so forth. I like to see camaraderie. It shows a good working familiarity between colleagues and that's important, especially in security. People that play together fight harder. "

Sunder nodded his head in agreement.

" My father used to say drunken boozehounds make the best watchdogs. I can't see that literally applying to Starfleet protocol, but the principle's the same. "

K'arta laughed. " Your father - the Orion pirate? "

" Privateer. " Sunder corrected gently. " There's a distinction, especially in Orion society. "

" Of course. I apologize. But he has experience with those shadier elements in Orion society, am I correct? "

Sunder breathed out, maintaining his patience. He'd had frequent conversations about Kengar Ursa before. It was difficult being the son of one of the most famous ( or infamous, depending on who he spoke with ) rogues in modern times. There was frequent debate within Starfleet's stellar security circles whether the man was a notorious pirate, a cold-hearted mercenary, or a legitimate hero.

" Let me put it this way Lieutenant: Kengar Ursa is the sort of man who would trade bio-mimetic gel with the Nausicaans, make a huge profit on it, and then inform Starfleet Intelligence where they could find it the next day. He is honourable, dedicated to his crew and ship, the safety of the Orion Clanworlds, and answers to his own conscience. He has had dealings with Orion Syndicates before, but he is not their pawn. "

" Can you elaborate further? " K'arta asked delicately.

" I could - but not with too much detail. I've sworn a few oaths, just to let you know. "

K'arta nodded her head. " I understand. But I want to get a better handle on this relationship between the Syndicate and the Clanworlds. Where's the distinction? "

Sunder stroked his beard, searching for a proper place to begin.

" Orion is a member of the Federation - a fringe member, yet still a member nonetheless. But they don't have the advantages of some of the core planets. That's not unsual for the Clans. They've always struggled for everything. Being resource-poor and initially warlike, they had to rely on everything they could either steal or acquire. It's a wonder that they were ever able to successfully meet the admission requirements for Federation membership. " He cleared his throat and continued his mini-dissertation.

" In any event, the Orion Syndicate was formed out of a group of semi-autonomous cartels who were responsible for providing the Orion economy with materials and goods it couldn't provide for itself. Over the centuries, the two formed an almost symbiotic relationship. The cartels kept the Orion Clanworlds going with the basic necessities, and the Clans provided the administrative support and cover the cartel needed to mask its activities. Slaving, illegal-trading, free-booting, and even piracy. Then that changed when the Federation entered the scene. "

" That often is the case. " K'arta japed wryly. " You know the old joke - the best first contact is no contact. "

Sunder chuckled slightly. " Mmm-hmm. That was actually a gift question on one of my term exams. But in this case, it worked out for the Orion Clanworlds. Now they had a source of supply and could even offer something in return. The worlds on Orion had almost as much environmental diversity as Earth. It became a perfect spot for terra-forming research. The Federation even wanted to trade for the few resources the Orion worlds had. In short, the cartels were no longer needed when Orion joined the Federation. "

" So what happened? "

" Well, when you have a structure in place for so long, it becomes difficult to totally remove it. So it just changed shape. The cartels joined forces and formed the Syndicate and was able to maintain its ties with sympathetic members of the government. Every now and then these crooked elements in the government would place " orders " with the Syndicate for items or services no longer attainable because of Federation membership. The Syndicate then branched out its operations into other systems where Federation strictures weren't as rigid. It became a true inter-stellar crime organization. "

K'arta threw a look of admiration towards the towering security officer.

" You're quite the historian, aren't you? "

Sunder shrugged modestly.

" Like I said, I have a lot of outside interests. Besides it IS my adopted world. It's also because Kengar was involved in the cartels before Federation admission. He didn't agree with the decision to join the Federation, but he also couldn't share the new path the cartels were starting down. So the last action he took part in with the cartels, was the raid on a Klingon Shipyard in the Q'ronos system. The cartel needed a D10 Battlecruiser for an important client. However Kengar, and a small party of loyal shipmates decided that Kengar was more important and they stole it for themselves. That was how he got the SHADOWFIRE. "

" I've read reports on that raid. It actually makes for pretty good fiction - the rogue adventurer makes off with one of the greatest prizes in any pirate raid, and winds up with a price on his head from three and a wispy, semi-transluscent ankle-length dress was a K'tarian female - and a familiar one at that. He stood up at once in shocked recognition.

" I know you. " He said to K'tara's surprise.

"Hot Tea"
By Civilian Xala
Ten Forward Lounge Hostess

The corridors of the ship were dark and ominous, and so were the feelings that Xala felt while moving through them. It seemed that the ship was on red alert with the darkened atmosphere and no traffic in the corridors, but there was no red light or klaxons sounding. Through the shadows of the corridors Xala was being chased by the same phantom figure. Her heart pounded quickly deep inside her chest.

She turned back and saw the shape gaining on her. Xala could not run fast enough to get away from the cloaked man. The corridor came to an abrupt ending. Xala paniced and looked around for another exit. She stepped in front of a door and it opened revealing pure space. Xala looked back again and the figure was almost near her. Not thinking anything but getting away from the man, she lunged forward through the doorway and into space. Her throat clenched.

Xala leaned up in a hot sweat in her bed. Luckily the chase was just a dream. Ktarians were known for having very realistic and uncontrolable dreams. She leaned up from the bed and put on her deep purple silk robe and moved to the replicator. "Yridian Hot Milk Tea," she order. In the reflexon of the replicator menu panel she could see the figure watching her. Xala just stood there frozen, contemplating what her next move would be. Unlike her nightmare, Xala would not run from this holo-projection turned reality.

The odd-shaped cup of tea appeared. Xala took the cup of tea into her hands. It was slightly hot, but Xala loved the temprature of the tea. Quickly, Xala turned around and splashed the hot tea in the face of the phantom figure. He grabbed his face and screamed in terror while running out of the Ktarian's quarters.

"Civilian Xala to Security! Intruder alert on deck nine!" she screamed.

Xala now knew that the figure following her was a real person.

****"It's A Date!"****
By Ensign Vulcar
Helmsman
USS Galaxy

Vulcar woke up about an hour before his Alpha shift. He never particularly woke up at any specific time unless it was a very important event. Vulcar stepped into the sonic-shower. He figured he needed a little rest for his aching bones. Some how he caught his arm on a console in the holo program he and Ensign Nova where running earlier. It pulled his muscle but it was nothing he couldn't deal with. Vulcar never really visited the sick bay unless he had serious injuries.

He stepped out of his shower and slipped into his starfleet uniform. It felt very loose compared to the almost skin tight academy cadet uniform. He also liked it's colors. He thought he looked good in red, gray, and black. It was better than that dorky red and orange cadet uniform.

Thinking about the Academy, he remembered his friend, Ensign Burton's arival. He decided to visit him in engineering. Vulcar got a hot tip that Jack was working Beta shift.

Vulcar reached the turbolift. "Bridge." He ordered the computer. When he reached the bridge he spotted Ensign Sharp. He was the newest helmsman and he had just finished Gamma shift.

"Hello Ensign. I am Ensign Vulcar. Welcome to the Galaxy."

He didn't know what else to say. The new ensign did seem very quiet. Vulcar sensed that Sharp was just now adjusting to his surroundings. Like a child startinghis first day of school.

Ensign Sharp politly stood up and walked towards the turbolift. Vulcar took his seat and resumed his work. The Galaxy was on a course to dock with Starbase 357. He had wanted to look through the promenade at the starbase because he packed few off-duty clothes. He hoped that they had a descent tailor.

"Why hello 'mate. Pleasure to see you finally at the helm. Say, what's your name 'mate?" Captain Price queried.

"I am Ensign Vulcar sir. And it is a pleasure to be serving the Galaxy at the helm."

"You look like you could use a drink 'mate. How about we go down to the ten forward at 1600?"

"That is very generous of you captain. I do have a tactic to discuss with you about the Jem'Hadar. There is a very simple procedure that will easily defeat any boarding Jem'Hadar."

"See you there mate!" the Captain finished.

Then Vulcar continued his duties. There was nothing more to be said. ****End of Entry****

-Ensign Vulcar
Helmsman
USS Galaxy
"Live long and prosper."

"Absolution."
by Lieutenant Greer Erikson

There was something always soothing about light being broken up into its constitutive wavelengths. Taking a deep breath, Greer turned away from the large windows in his quarters and began to walk towards his bedroom. Although he couldn't place it exactly, there was something that the Captain had said that made perfect sense, even through the torrid of regret he felt. As he began to think hard, he began to get a perspective on what he was doing right now.

"No." he said quietly.

He realised that the Captain was correct. Although Ensign Tholen died and he was still alive, life really does go on. What happened was not his fault and he needed to remind himself of that. The pain was still there. As was the nauseating feeling he had in his stomach. Even though they were only words, at least now he had some reassurance, a kind of absolution, from someone who understood. That seemed to mean something.

Going to his bathroom, he sighed at his appearance in the mirror. His hair was a bit scruffy, he needed a shave, and he was still wearing his bathrobe. Grabbing something to wear, he began cleaning himself up. He knew he couldn't hide in his quarters forever. No matter how difficult it would be.

**** Sickbay ****

Through the doors, Lieutenant Erikson walked quietly into the Galaxy's primary medical facility. In the corner of Sickbay, on one of the biobeds, was his friend Alan Clarence Hewson. Taking long strides he made his way to the biobed where AC lay, continuously monitored by medical scanners and the occasional nurse fleeting passed him, the engineer remained unconscious.

"Well what's new . . . " Greer said a little awkwardly. "Ronni is back on duty already and probably just finished her shift. I'll be starting again tomorrow morning at 0700 hours. I guess that makes you the odd one out." Greer continued to whispering to the unconscious engineer. "Personally, I think you just like being around the nurses."

Greer stood there as if to get a response. His smiled faded into a concerned expression.

"Who else is going to annoy Deiran otherwise? I just don't understand you two." he smiled, recalling the tense atmosphere between the two of them whenever they played poker. "It has to be your decision. I . . . ."

"Can I help you Lieutenant Erikson?" a nurse asked. "I can call one of the doctors for you."

"No thank you."

"I thought you were told to get some rest sir?" she commented. "I'm sure Dr. Khatroweena was quite adamant about it."

"I can assure both you and Cat that I'm taking it easy." Greer replied with a little agitation over being mothered. "I just thought I'd visit a friend. Help them put something into perspective like someone did for me. Could you please let me know once he's conscious."

"Certainly sir."

"Thank you."

"Now it's all up to you now. Do you want to come back and fix that stupid project you were working on, or do you want to give up here and now?"

Greer turned towards the main doors which lead out of Sickbay. Walking down the corridor, he headed for the nearest turbolift. Pressing the button on the request panel he waited for several minutes until one arrived.

"Deck Five." the young man said as he entered the empty turbolift.

The doors closed and their small hiss was replaced by the quiet hum of traveling the turbolift shafts. Closing his eyes, a series of images ran through his mind . . . . .

"Greer, we're beginning to receive preliminary data on the vortex. Velocity is two hundred and seventeen kilometers per hour around the immediate vicinity of the event horizon. Dynamics appear to be similar to a black hole but instead of internalising matter or even ejecting it, it appears to be at equilibrium."

"Thirty seconds to contact with the even horizon." AC, seated next to him, added.

"The sensor output has just dropped by eighty-five percent sir." Ensign Tholen announced. "Neutrino emissions remain unchanged."

"Exactly where the probe did." Greer remarked. "Just keep an eye on those neutrino emissions Joanna."

. . . . . "Ensign Tholen, I'm picking up a signs of a solidic barrier of some sort. Can you confirm this?"

"Yes sir. We are approaching it rapidly." she said nervously.

"AC! Turn, hard to port." Erikson ordered.

The turbulence got increasingly violent, throwing the crew of the shuttlecraft around as if the intertial stabilisers were not even functioning.

Ronni quickly began transmitting a Morse code message through the neutrino transmitter. "Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. Shuttle Kepler need help. Assistance required. Mayday. Mayday. Mayday."

. . . . . Greer watched Joanna Tholen's face as she entered the escape capsule.

"Uh, Greer? We've got a little problem here." AC said as he turned around. Greer turned to face his friend, confirming his thoughts.

"We'll have to transport out." Greer said flatly. . . . .

Greer opened his eyes as the quiet humming of the turbolift began to slow down to a halt. Taking a long, deep breath as he tried hard not to let the events he was reviewing over and over in his mind from leaving him nauseated. Exhaling, the doors opened and two Ensigns walked in talking.

"Sir." one of them said, acknowledging that he was there. "Deck Seven."

Greer nodded and the turbolift continued on its way.

"Delays"
by Lt. Thomas

Personal Log: I have been getting the chance to spend more time in command of the bridge, due to the injuries and other various reasons. I have had a blast being in command once more. I believe, however that my time in command of the bridge will be coming to an end or at least a slow down as both the XO and the second officer are able to reassume command.

** End Log **

Chris sat in his quarters listening to some Klingon opera thinking about things that had occurred. He felt so disconnected from things theses days, why this was happening he could only speculate. He did however believe that he'd just been overworked and stressed out to much by the recent events as he tired to work hard and fast to help save fellow officers.

He only knew and remembered some of the recent events vaguely.

*** Bridge ***

Lt. Thomas reported for his alpha shift watch on the bridge at ops. He'd already decided on several test that he wanted to run on the operations controls and the system handling programs. A routine check of the system, normally the computer ran these sort of checks, but he'd decided today would be a good day to run them personally to ensure proper working order.

Thomas realized when he walked onto the bridge that he was earlier than normal. By about an hour, something that wasn't expected. Once he realized that he was earlier, he opted to use one of the aft stations to starting running his review of operations controls. Chris spent the next forty minutes working on his project, he needed the time anyway.

When shift change came, he'd already completed three of the seven test that he felt needed to be ran to make sure that everything was working well. His first three test had shown everything working in proper order, however there was some minor distortions that were easy to trace down and make the minor adjustments needed. The remaining test came back as expected showing no problems with the system.

Chris Patton
Assistant Operating Officer - Allied Electronic Simulations
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“Starbase 357 - transporter room 3”
Ensign Aaron Sharp

It was an ordinary transporter room by any means. No one had any reason to think otherwise. But as the main door whisked open to admit Ensign Aaron Sharp, it suddenly became something else. Aaron felt a cold shiver run up his spine as he surveyed the room. He felt like he was making his final trip, like a prisoner heading to the electric chair. Yes, that was it. This room suddenly reminded him of an electrocution chamber and the transporter pad his ultimate demise. Aaron licked his lips and found his mouth dry. There was really no good reason for him to feel like this. It was just another transporter room. And the councillors had said he’d be fine. But he wasn’t. He was about to board the USS Galaxy, his second tour of duty aboard a galaxy class starship. It wasn’t to late though, he could still leave if he went now.

“Transporting to the Galaxy?” the Chief asked.

“Yes” Aaron managed to croak.

“Are you all right, sir?” the chief asked, a concerned look on his face, “You look pale.”

Aaron quickly cleared his throat and replied “Ah, yes, I’m fine. Thanks”.

“Well, if you’d like to step up to the platform, sir, we’ll send you across.”

Aaron looked at the transporter pad, and then back at the chief. He had no choice. He was trapped. He slowly moved onto the platform and pulled himself upright. The last thing he saw as the room sparkled away was the chief’s smiling face....

....but that was several weeks ago now. Aaron opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his room. He’d kept a pretty low profile during the whole Breen situation, trying to come to terms with himself being aboard this ship, and although it wasn’t the Enterprise, the memories still flooded back. He was only just now starting to feel ready to ‘get out’ and build some friendships. He leaped up. “No time like the present” he said to himself and walked briskly out the door.

Ensign Aaron Sharp