"Balance in All Things"
By Ensign Elaiithin Jii - Security

There was a solemn tone underfoot, as befitted a funeral. The crew of the Galaxy had been lucky, in some respects recently. The Incident with the USS St Louis had only resulted in a single casualty for the crew of the Galaxy. With the Dominion War, the news of the loss of comrades seemed to become nearly commonplace.

The loss of a single life, though, was a horrible thing. Particularly of the young. As in the case of Specialist Adrianna, it represented a loss of potential--for everything the young woman was, and what she could have been.

The same was true, if not more so, for the fate of Casey Dalane.

Although, Ensign Elaiithin Jii, supposed, the pair had likely followed human custom instead of Bajoran, and named the child Dalane Casey. Jii couldn't help but think of it automatically as "Casey Dalane." The human's custom for surname second was odd to Elaiithin, but it was a custom widely practiced in the galaxy at large.

Once again, Elaiithin had to focus his own thoughts. The news of the child's death had spread across the ship rather quickly. 1,000+ crewmembers could be an amazingly small at times.

For his own part, Elaiithin was deeply saddened. Not only by the loss of the child, that was a horrible thing, for this young lifeform to have succumbed to such a rare disease, but a sense of loss for the Caseys, as well as the loss of the child's Pa.

With the mother comatose when the baby died, there would have been no absorbing of the child's Pa, as was custom when a fellow Bajoran died. It was standard, upon the death of a fellow Bajoran, for those closest to place their hand on the ear of the departed, to make their peace with the other Bajoran's Pa, and wish it well on it's journey to the Celestial Temple. This would be followed by all available participating in the seven-hour long Bajoran Funeral Chant.

Elaiithin himself was not familiar with Lieutenant Commander Casey Ti Miran. The only other of his species he had associated with on the Galaxy was Doctor Kahn. But, doubtless, she followed the Bajoran practices. If there was to be a funeral chant, then Elaiithin would make himself available.

In the line of those approaching the Caseys, Ensign Elaiithin Jii finally came up to the grieving pair.

"Commander," he said slowly. "My condolences on your loss. The Prophets will receive your son well, I have no doubt."

"Thank you, Ensign." Casey replied, the sadness still showing in his eyes. "I hope they benefit from his presence as much as I would have."

"They will, sir." Elaiithin assured his superior. He then turned to Miran, and laid his left hand on her right ear, connecting with her own Pa. "May the Light of the Prophets guide you and your son, Casey Ti Miran."

Casey-Ti seemed to have been caught off guard, and was obviously still heavily grieving for her son. She did manage to reply, though, and laid her own hand on Elaiithin's ear, covering his heritage earring. "May the Prophets guide you as well, Elaiithin Jii."

They held the contact like that for a few seconds, and Elaiithin then moved along, to give those awaiting the chance to pay their own respects.

After the launch of the shuttle, Elaiithin proceded to sickbay (still in dress uniform) regarding the fate of another child aboard the Galaxy, one that many believed would have suffered the same fate as the Casey's child, but miraculously, hadn't.

He entered the sparsely filled sickbay to find a single nurse, as well as the EMH, on duty. The Nurse kindly directed him to the small ward where the Lieutenant (Albrecht, that is) was, with his fiance and newborn.

"Knock knock" Jii pantomimed on the partition separating Gakor's ward from the rest of sickbay. The Tellarite Doctor was sleeping peacefully. A smiling Lieutenant Albrecht turned towards him, baby in hand.

Despite himself, Elaiithin smiled at seeing his friend so happy.

"Jii!" Matthew said cheerily. "Come in! Meet my son!"

"Happily, Lieutenant. Happily."

Elaiithin walked over the Albrecht and, well, little Albrecht. "So, " he said. "This, I take it is young Adam, heir apparent to the Albrecht name?"

"That would be him indeed." Matthew said of the small, gurgling being.

"Balance in all things..." Elaiithin whispered to himself, holding a finger (which was promptly, and quite forcefully, grabbed by young Adam Albrecht).

"What's that?" Albrecht asked of his friend, with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh.." Jii, said, surprised the other had heard him. "It's...one of the teachings of the prophets, sir. They teach us that there must be balance in all things, always. Good and evil, right and wrong, life...and death."

Understanding immediatly came to Matthew Albrecht. No further explanation was needed, wanted, nor offered. The pair's eyes met in a silent communication, and both turned back to the child, who was waving his free hand about.

"I think he's hungry." Matthew said.

Elaiithin's nose crinkled (moreso than normal) as he confirmed his own suspicion. "No...Lieutenant..I don't think that's it." he said, hurredly handing the child to it's father. "You know, I think I'm late for a meeting with Ensign Ral...I uh, I need to go."

Knowing when to retreat, after all, is an important ability for any security officer.

"A Simple Prayer, A Simple Hope"

Lt. Jonathan Lucas Brandis, Zea Toa
Assistant Chief Operations Officer - USS Galaxy

"To everything there is a season, a time to live and die. Though no man knows the reason, we choose to live and to defy." Lucas lived by this, as he read it again for the fifth time. He had just returned from the funeral of Dalane Casey. The senselessness of the tragedy touched him deeply. But, if anything, Lucas believed. He believed in a Higher Power, a Reason, a Purpose for the struggle and toil of "Everydayness."

The pain, the suffering, the very act of losing, these were bad. But, to say that they were evidence of existence or non-existence of a Purpose was illogical, even to a Klingon. He didn't doubt the unseen things; Lucas doubted those he could touch and taste and feel.

He knelt in the middle of his study and sent out a simple prayer. A prayer for the living, the fighting, and the child returning home to the Heavens; It was whispered by his father to him at night that Angels descend for short times, just long enough to work their miracles. For if they stayed longer, they would fall to Earth and never again be able to help the souls of the weak and the weary, which they knew to be their purpose. Dalane's birth was not a statistical occurrence; it was not an 'accident'. He was a Miracle and an Angel.

Lucas found reason illogical. How can you explain a miracle? How can you say that pain and suffering will lead to death and damnation? How can there be no light at the end of the tunnel? How would you have found the tunnel had it not been for the light? The questions all had the same answer. No you can't. 'To everything there is a reason.' Lucas thought for the last time, rising from his simple prayer.

"One Sorry Son of a Bitch"
by Lt. Commander Alan C. Hewson, Assitant Chief Engineer

He didn’t want to go there.

‘I don’t want to go there.’

He didn’t need to go there.

‘I don’t need to go there.’

“No, that’s all right, Ensign. I’ll take the next lift.”

He could just go back to his quarters.

‘I could just go back to my quarters.’

“Deck 11.”

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

A great number of officers had already entered the Holodeck while many more waited outside in the corridor, slowly making their way inside. These kind souls had come to mourn the loss of an innocent, pure life. It was disturbingly ironic that this pure child was the seed of Deiran Casey, a man who had indulged his pleasures past the point of decency.

Some believed that poor Dalane had somehow been afflicted with the condition that killed him because of some sins in Deiran’s path; that the Powers that Be were punishing Casey through the death of his son. In AC’s mind, that was all bullshit. Not everything bad that happened could be blamed on choices or mistakes. Sometimes shit just happened for no reason.

A chill shot down Alan’s back as he passed through the entryway of the holodeck. It was the same holodeck that he and Greer always played hockey in. The green meadow that he now stood on had been an ice-rink a few short hours ago. How odd that one room could be used for entertainment in one instant, a place of mourning the next.

AC had decided that the new white dress uniforms looked more like waiter’s clothes than those of a Starfleet officer. He felt like he should have been waiting tables in Ten-Forward. He spoke to few and quickly joined the sea of attendants that disrupted the otherwise calm echoing green.

From where he was standing AC could see the small covering where the family and close friends sat, all facing the small coffin. A rather long line had formed for those who wished to give the Casey’s their condolences. Others who had already spoken to the Casey’s or those who didn’t feel the need to had formed a semicircle around the tent. All of these people had come to lend the Casey’s their hearts, except for AC.

Alan had tried to convince himself not to come. When that failed, he tried to convince himself that had come to mourn the loss of another innocent life. Unfortunately, he failed at that as well. The reason that he had come was to see Deiran suffer, and he hated himself for it. He hated himself all most as much as he hated Deiran Casey.

Alan simply stared at the back of Deiran’s head, looking for a sign of weakness. As he stared, one question bounced around in his head: Why did Deiran feel the need to always appear stronger than everyone else? His son had died, yet Deiran showed nothing. It was all so absurd.

Then it happened. While Captain Price was speaking to Deiran, he placed a hand on the young officer’s shoulder. When the hand came to rest, Deiran entire body seemed to spasm. It lasted for only a fraction of a second, and AC was fairly sure no one else saw. They would have had to be looking for it like AC had been. Deiran probably wasn’t even aware of what had just happened. But for the briefest of moments, Deiran had showed to Alan that he wasn’t half as strong as he believed himself to be.

A moment later Deiran addressed everyone. At the end of his speech, it became obvious to everyone how Deiran felt about his son and what he had gone through. But this didn’t tell them what AC had all ready learned.

***** AC’s Quarters *****

He shouldn’t have gone.

‘I shouldn’t have gone.’

He was one sorry son of a bitch.

“You really are one sorry on of a bitch.” AC said to his reflection in the mirror.

‘I know...God forgive...I know.'

"Reports"
by Lt Cmdr K'Eytyanna Samara,
Assistant Chief, Engineering - USS Galaxy

"Computer, bring up the current impulse drive repair schedule."

[ Working..]

Skimming through the schedule, she adjusted it slightly due to some problems with one of the EPS conduits before copying it to the PADD she had been working at.

Despite her distinct and very well-known hatred of paperwork, she realised that after her recent semi-promotion to Assistant Chief, she couldn't just leave all the paperwork to David and AC since it wouldn't be fair.

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

An hour later...

Finishing up her report, she dumped it to the computer, ear-marking a copy to be sent to all the relevant parties and one into the ship's record. Most of the repairs would be finished shortly, with help from Starbase 357's crews.

Yawning, she stretched a bit before heading to the replicator.

"No Peace for the Wicked."
by Lieutenant Commander Greer Erikson, Chief Science Officer

No sooner had Greer sat down at his desk then come one had activated the door chime to his office. The Chief Science Officer cringed for a moment, hoping that he would have at least had the chance to grab a coffee and get comfortable.

"Enter." he said as he looked up and at least made an attempt to look prepared for work.

The doors parted and revealed one of the relatively new members of the science department on the USS Galaxy, Ensign Mohammed Uhura. Although he had not had a great deal of time to get to know the new scientist, he was familiar with his Starfleet personnel file.

"May I help you Ensign Uhura?" the Lieutenant Commander asked as the dark-skinned officer stood in front of his desk.

"First," Mohammed began, "I enjoy science greatly. I feel that I can contribute more as a member of command. So I would like to transfer from science to command."

Erikson refused to make an suggestion as to what was going through his mind. He knew where Uhura was coming from. After a few years at a science facility he too became to reconsider his future in Starfleet.

"You realize Mister Uhura, that you can still achieve a command position through a scientific background. Lieutenant Commander Morris and myself have both worked hard and have closer to that particular goal also."

Mohammed nodded. "I realize that sir, but I believe that this is the right choice for my career."

The thought of losing a member of his department was not a prospect that the Chief Science Officer like to entertain after having only received a new crew rotation. "I will speak with Captain Price about getting a transfer to command Ensign, but you have to realize that I can not arbitrarily make this kind of decision."

"Thank you sir." Ensign Uhura said with a smile on his face.

*** Captain's Ready Room ***

The door opened and the Chief Science Officer could easily see Captain Price sitting behind his desk. Walking in he stood at the front of the Captain's desk and waited for him to finish.

Lee looked up. "Take a seat 'Commander."

"Thank you sir." Greer said as he pulled the chair away from the desk and sat down.

"So how was the conference?" the starship commander inquired.

"Inspiring sir. It is great to see that despite this damned war there is still a lot of good science being down out there. Doctor Mizan has further refined his genetic model, something I personally have been experimenting with, and ofcourse there was an intriguing theory on subspace physics I would like to speak to you later about attempting here on the Galaxy."

The Captain smiled. Having completed a degree in physics he was interested by what the Lieutenant Commander said, but with the responsibilities of a starship, he preferred to hear about it later. "Sounds great 'mate, but somehow I don't think you came to give me a person report on the conference."

Greer shook his head. "No sir. Actually I wanted to talk to you about a transfer."

"Thinking of leaving us already Greer?" Price asked. He only recalled a few weeks ago that the chief scientist had said he had not planned leaving, despite the previous discomfort with the end of his relationship with 'Commander Morris.

"Not for me." Greer corrected himself, realizing how some one could have mad that assumption. "Ensign Mohammed Uhura has requested a transfer from the science department to command. I did explain to him that it is always possible to get in to command through science but he is adamant that this is the right decision for his future."

"Well let's face it. Science is not renowned for producing command level officers 'Commander."

"True sir, but that's because we scientist are usually doing something more interesting that being preoccupied with getting a command position." he said, thinking about Commander Casey and some of the other officers he knew. "I said that I would discuss it with you and see if there were any position available."

Lee rubbed his chin for a moment as he considered the request. "What are your thoughts on the matter."

"Like I said, I think there are other ways to get in to command but I will not force him to stay somewhere he does not wish to be."

"I'll speak with Lieutenant Commander Thomas before I make a decision."

Greer stood up and gave his commanding officer a nod. "Thank you sir."

"Prophets Standing By"
Written By Lt Commander Kahn Nilani
Chief Medical Officer, USS Galaxy

Nilani stood there at the end of the funeral thinking of what she was going to do, to ask now or to wait until this was settled. Nilani had kept taking the drugs to supress the sneezing but she knew that she had to be quick or be in private before anyone else knew. Nilani looked around and in one of those 'If I'm going to do it it better be now' moves she walked straight up to Miran.

Nilani looked at Miran and they both hugged each other. "Could I have a private word with you?" Nilani Whispered in Mirans ear. Miran looked surprised for a second and finally nodded, they headed away from the main group of people until they were a safe distance away. Nilani was the first to speak.

"Miran, first I am sorry for your loss. I can't pretend to know how you feel and I wont try, but I know in my heart that your child is with the prophets. This is going to be hard for me to say, but oh... look I'll be honest. Miran I am pregnant as well, the father dosn't know and I won't tell him until It is necessary. But I would be honored if you would be the God Mother, I want to bring my children up in the Bajoran custom. Now you don't have to answer right away but I will need an answer soon!"

Miran looked shocked and surprised, she started to walk slowly and Nilani followed. "Children?" Miran asked.

Nilani looked and smiled "Actually, I am having twins, I found out two days ago. I have asked Ben to be the god father, that's why you have seen him and me together alot."

Miran looked at me a tear running down her face "Congratulations. I am sorry, but can I get back to you on that? I do not know how to answer that right now."

Nilani nodded a yes, Miran continued to walk. "Thank you. I will get back to you soon." Miran spoke sadly.

They hugged and after a short time Nilani broke off and smiled at her, Nilani turned and walked out of the holodeck. A tear fell from Nilani's face as she walked into the turboloft. "Bridge!"

The turbolift took off and after a short period of time stopped, Nilani walked out of the TL and onto the main bridge. It had been a long time since she had been here, but she knew that there was a seat two down from the Captain chair that was for the CMO's use. Nilani moved to the chair and sat down, as she got comfortable she sneezed a couple of times.

“A State Of Confusion.”
Lt. Benedict T’Kal
Tactical Officer

Lt. (jg) Catherine Page
NPC Science Officer
USS Galaxy

Benedict walked into Ten Forward with a rather pleased expression and a bounce in his stride. He was sporting a second full golden pip on his collar that made him a full Lieutenant in Starfleet. He was still in uniform even though he was off duty – and for Benedict that was indeed strange – but he just couldn’t discard the rank insignia for a while. He wanted to ‘wear it in’ for a bit.

The Ten Forward bar was full. It seemed that there had been a fair number of crew that were feeling as he did – they too were sporting grins and laughter – and a few new pips.

Benedict couldn’t even share it with Tebrianne – she had left early in the day for the Flight Control Conference. He was going to be departing himself in another five hours for a shuttle run to Earth. His bags were packed and everything was ready – and he was going to get some celebration time in while he could.

He wished Jack were still aboard – but he had transferred to the USS Sulu. Betta had gone a while back – it seemed that his closest friends were no-where around to help him celebrate. He stood in the entryway to the bar for a second as he scanned the crowd. He noticed that several members of the crew were also looking at him. Some with rather foolish grins on their faces – a very attractive female ensign in Security colors nodded to him and he nodded at her in return. Benedict walked through the throng to the bar and looked for Raoul.

He saw him and waved – and the returned glance told Benedict that something was wrong. Raoul actually walked away from him and Door sidled up asking Benedict if he wanted the usual. Benedict nodded. He was puzzled by Raouls expression but thought that it must be one of those busy things.. it was crowded tonight.

Door set the flask of hot sake on the bar with a single china cup and then poured for Benedict as he leaned forward. “There seems to be a reason for congratulations I hear!” He said. He was looking into Benedicts’ eyes and grinning.

Benedict’s smile got a little wider. “There sure is Door!” He held the cup up to a silent toast, and drank the hot liquid. Door laughed and shook his head.

“Have you told Tebrianne yet? “ He asked with concern on his face.

“I didn’t get a chance. She’s gone off to some conference – I think she’ll get a surprise when she gets back.” Benedict was proud of the new rank. It was a mark that his attention to duty was recognized. Teb would be pleased.

“A surprise!” Door replied with another laugh. “Yes.. I think she will be very surprised!” Door poured him another one and continued. “So – “ He leaned forward and lowered his voice considerably, “are you going to marry her?” Door’s expression was expectant – full of secrecy.

Benedict hadn’t expected the direct question. He looked at the Cardassian bartender and halted the cup that was half way to his lips. He considered the question for a moment and nodded – “Yes Door. I am.” He had made up his mind during the funeral yesterday. He really would ask her – but not yet. Not for a while yet.

Door cackled in glee and nodded enthusiastically. “I told Raoul that you’d do the right thing!” He said. “I am happy for you Ben!” Door clapped him on the shoulder. “ I just hope Tebrianne can cope with your decision my friend!” He said and walked away.

Benedict shook his head at the eccentricity of the Cardassian. Sometimes he wondered what the hell he was talking about! Did he think that Teb wouldn’t want to marry him?

He felt a light touch on his arm and turned to see the young security ensign smiling at him. She looked flushed – like she’d had a few real drinks. Her eyes were bright – a pale shade of green. She had almost white hair that was very short, and she was almost as tall as he was. “Hi.” She said as she leaned on the bar facing him. “I’m Janera – I’m new on the Galaxy.” She held out her hand and Benedict shook it.

“Benedict T’Kal.” He smiled at her. “Nice to meet you.” She was certainly going to make an impression in the Security department. Her accent was intriguing – an Earth nationality he couldn’t quite place.

“I’m very pleased to meet you too.” She smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?” The way she said it intimated that a drink wasn’t all she was interested in. Benedict raised one eyebrow and chuckled to himself.

“Sure.” He replied, “I don’t see why not. Just a drink won’t hurt.” He stressed the ‘just’ and took another sip of sake. She laughed.

“Damn.” She replied – and laughed again. “I knew it – all the gorgeous ones are always taken!” Her green eyes were direct. She had that aura of self-confidence that was the usual mark of a security officer. She was about to say something else when a voice cut in.

“Ben.” It was Cathy Page. She stepped up rather quickly and excitedly. She shoved in between Benedict and Janera and turned her back on the female officer whist throwing her arms around Benedicts neck and hugging him - she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I got promoted!” She squealed in an excited voice. Her arms stayed around his neck for a few seconds longer than necessary before she grabbed his arm and said, “Come over here with us!” She started to drag him away without even glancing in apology for the interrupted conversation.

Benedict smiled in apology for her and Janera shrugged and turned back to the bar. Benedict followed her through the crowd to the group of women that Cathy normally hung around with.

They were all looking at him and smiling as Cathy dragged him amongst them. She still had her arm linked in his and because there were no seats available and everyone was standing close in the crowded room – she was pushed up against him. Cathy was still beside herself with happiness – Lt. Commander Bitch-face had disappeared for a whole week! She was free to see Ben when-ever she wanted! The very best part was still to come – she was booked on the same shuttle as Benedict! She was going to Earth – okay he didn’t know that – but the girls all thought that it was a secret get-away vacation while Bitch-face was conveniently out of the picture! This was her opportunity to reinforce that image.

Cathy said, “You remember – Jenna Beetman, from Life Sciences and Yasmine V’Lyes from Ops don’t you?” She indicated the two attractive blondes who both smiled rather conspiratorially at him. Benedict nodded and laughed along with Cathy’s obvious excitement. “You got another full pip?” She hopped up and down excitedly and pointed at his collar. “You got a full grade!” She leaned into him and kissed him on the mouth once again. As she pulled away Benedict just nodded – she had obviously had too much to drink! The two other girls shared a look between them and took sips at their colorful cocktails.

At the bar Raoul stared across the crowded room at Benedict. Door had just informed him that Benedict himself had told him that he was going to marry Khan Nilani! There he was standing with a woman who was non-too secretive about the fact that she was also dating him! Raoul felt sick! Tebrianne was off the ship and he was already arranging to go to Earth with another woman – as well as fathering children to the Chief Medical Officer! It was a good idea that Tebrianne had gone off to Risa with Jules – perhaps she would be able to help Teb through this! Raoul would have to pick up the pieces! He moved to serve someone that was tapping the bar and felt a wave of sadness come over him. Benedict T’Kal really hadn’t seemed to be that much of a bastard – Teb sure could pick em!

Benedict grinned at Cathy and said, “Congrats on the rank Lieutenant.” He felt a little wary at the way the girls were looking at him and Cathy – but that was probably because everyone knew that he was with Tebrianne. Cathy was certainly a little more than her usual bubbly self! He put it down to the promotion – he knew that she had wanted it for such a long time. Cathy was all smiles. She stared up at him with that almost vacant look of admiration on her face. At least she knew where the boundaries were!

He looked over at the bar and caught Raoul staring at him again. As they made eye contact the bartender just shook his head and turned away. It made Benedict uneasy. He began to feel guilty – standing in the middle of a gaggle of chatting females – all dressed to the nines for celebratory drinks. He sipped at his sake and simply nodded at the conversation going on around him.

Something about the whole affair was giving him a sour taste – and he couldn’t put a finger on it. Was Raoul mad at him for being with Cathy Page and her friends? Did he think that there was something amiss? Benedict felt a little insulted at that thought. If the bartender didn’t recognize how he felt about Teb and extend a little trust then to hell with him! It probably had a lot to do with the fact he was in love with Teb himself. It was so bloody obvious to Benedict and both men had recognized that fact a while ago.

He was only dimly aware of the next few hours. He drank quite a bit before he felt a hard slap on his back and a hand thrust at him. He turned to see T’amar grinning at him. The Tiburonian said, “Congratulations Benedict.” He thrust a cigar at him. Benedict grinned back at the fellow Tactical Officer and accepted the brown cylinder of tobacco. He didn’t smoke – but he knew that giving one was a Terran sign of offering a celebration. T’amar was obviously trying to share an Earth custom without fully understanding it.

Benedict shoved the cigar into his jacket pocket and said, “Thanks T’amar.” He nodded and indicated the three women close to him. He made introductions and T’amar joined them. He started telling them his patented ‘funny stories’ – making the women laugh and allowing Benedict to retreat into his own thoughts once again.

After another hour he noticed the time – and said, “Excuse me ladies – but I have a shuttle to catch.” He clapped T’amar on the shoulder and wished him well. He smiled at Cathy and said, “I’ll see you later.”

She grinned and in a sultry voice she said, “You sure will.” She winked at him. “See ya.” She watched him walk away and turned back to her friends and giggled. They all did. T’amar shook his head – all three women had been drinking real alcohol for the last three hours – and their state of mind was quite evident.

Yasmine made a theatrical shiver and rolled her eyes. “You lucky bitch!” She giggled. “A whole week! My God!”

Cathy looked at her with a dreamy expression on her face and nodded slowly. “HHmmmmm.. five days. Just the two of us – and the occasional room service.” All three women burst out into a fit of giggling.

T’amar knew that Benedict was heading off to Earth for a week – but he didn’t know that he was going with the beautiful science officer standing in front of him. He couldn’t help but admire the Bajoran Tactical Officer. Three women? He’d known that Benedict was seen as quite a handsome man – but until recently T’amar had understood that he was rather serious about Tebrianne Bancroft – but then she was a little… odd.

As it turned out he was involved on a more serious note with the Chief Medical Officer – another Bajoran – which he could more fully understand. He’d heard the news that she was expecting Benedicts’ child – well twins was the rumor. He certainly got around the female members of the senior staff – he briefly wondered about the way relationships could get very complex on a ship like the Galaxy.

**** Shuttle Bay – Star Base 357 ****

Benedict carried his kit bag over his shoulder and his guitar case. He was wearing a tailored suit of Ferengi design. Bolero jacket with a dark emerald weave and a pale gold shirt with a high collar. He wore his reptile leather boots for the first time in ages.

As he climbed aboard the ‘Rassoulin’ – a transport shuttle for passengers he made his way to the back and stowed his gear. He felt tired and reclined in the comfort of the seat. He’d been up for twenty hours and the drinking in Ten Forward on the Galaxy had gone straight to his head. He was feeling a slight headache coming on and closed his eyes.

Cathy Page walked on to the craft ten minutes later, just before it was due to leave and made her way to the seat reserved for her. It was the one right behind Benedict. She smiled when she saw him and slid into her seat without disturbing him.

The seat next to her was occupied by a man dressed in civilian clothing – so she didn’t know if he was Starfleet or not. She settled in to wait and ran her hands over the bag in her lap. She had the device safely concealed within the innards of a standard tricorder – she wanted to see if it was working. The headset with it was a spider web of fine wire that attached at the temples and could replay the images directly into her sensory centers. In effect she would see and hear everything that he had done since the implant had started recording. It recorded memory engrams – and so even his private thoughts would be translated – any memory or vision at all.

She would then be able to manipulate those images and memories. She wanted to give him another option – after seeing the truth about that Romulan Witch, she knew that he would turn to her! Especially if his memories told him that Cathy was really the woman that he loved.

This trip to Earth was two-fold. To allow her the opportunity to spend some time with him away from the Galaxy – and in such a manner as to make everyone think that they had gone together, and to make use of the genetic package that she had stowed in her luggage. There was a certain clinic in Switzerland that was expecting her – courtesy of the same Ferengi merchant that had arranged for her to get hold of the implant.

She settled back for the trip and slid her hand into her bag. The device was activated and it blinked at her – it sent a tiny signal that the implant responded to – and several seconds later it started to download Benedict’s engrams. The process took only a couple of minutes. She would have to wait until she was alone to replay them – she couldn’t wait.

The Begining of a Journey By Ensign Mice Croce Engineer USS Galaxy

********** Two days ago, New Berlin*********

Mike walked silently into the crowded Spaceport of New Berlin. He had just been given orders from Starfleet to take the soonest transport to Starbase 357 , were is first assignment would soon be docked for repairs. Whe he recived that message he couldn`t have been more excited, it was his first assignment and he was going to be on the Galaxy on of Starfleet greatist ships. Mike moves slowly twoards the area of the large spaceport that his Transport was docked. about 2 meters infront of him a Port Authority officer was moving people onto the Transport. Taking a deep breath Mike jogs twoards the Transport. Arriving he moves up the docking ramp and into the passenger section.

The inside of the Transport was nicley furnished. The passenger seat were covered with blue cushions and the walls painted a tint of gray. Mike takes his seat and looks out the view port. about three minuets later an announment comes over the Com.

" Attention Passengers this is your pilot speaking, we will be leaving for Starbase 357 in three minuets. If you need anything their is a Com unit by your seats, Have a good flight." The message clicks of and the last of the passengers pile onboard. Mike, out of the corner of his eye, sees a young lady who was aproximatley 17 year old. Seeing Mike the girl is startled

" Sorry if I startled you" Mike tells her.

" Its no problem, all you did was sit their." After she says this the ships engines start to go online, hearing this the girl takes her seat next to Mike. Mike looks out of the window at Luna, it was the last time he would be seeing his home for awhile.

********** Present, Starbase 357********

The transport starts to move down twoards the docking port. It had been a long journey from New Berlin and Mike was tired. As the transoprt lands many of the passengers pile off, including the girl he had sat with during the journey. The two of them had a long talk during the Two day journey, it had mostly about life. Mike stands up and stretches, talking a yawn he moves down the docking ramp and into the shuttle bay of the Starbase. With him he had a small bag filled with some of the pocessions he had. With his bag in one arm he moves twoards the USS Galaxy which docked on the other side of the Spaceport.

About ten minuets later Mike arrives at the Galaxy and moves onboard. It was the first time he was ever on a Galaxy class vessle and he was excited. He quickly walks to the Turbolift and gives the order for the computer to go to the deck his quarters were at. arriving on that deck he moves into his quarters.

His quarters was pretty much empty, he had a small desk with a computer on it , a dresser a bed, and a replicator. Mike quickly begins to unpack his stuff, which was pretty much old photos, books and clothing. But hidden in his bag the specs for a new Starship he had been working on. He takes this item and places it near the computer. About 20 minuets later he finsihes packing and throws his pag to the floor. In his opinon his quaters looked great. There was about three family pictures on his desk . a few others were on the wall as well. seeing that his work was finsihed he goes into his bathroom and takes a sonic shower. The shower was magnificent . After finishing his shower he puts on some clothing and walks out of his quarters twoards Ten Forward. This was sure to be a great begining to a wonderful journey.

"Conversation"
By: Lieutenant Jg. Rotan Heratta
Security Officer - USS Galaxy

Rotan Heratta finished his security sweep of yet another deck and couldn't help but note the large gathering that had massed for the Funeral of Dalane Casey. It appeared that everyone who could had showed up to pay their respects to the Casey family. Rotan however, felt uncomfortable with the idea.

"Life and Death is the cycle that cannot be broken." Rotan grumbled to himself as they passed by the doors to the area of the funeral.

"What was that, Sir?" Asked the Security Ensign that was with him.

"A Nausicaan saying." He said louder as they walked. "It is believed by our people that life and death are a cycle that can never be broken. One does not exist without the other. Thus there is no remorse, no sense of loss with the act of death. To us it is an understanding. It will occur." Rotan looked down at the smaller man as he spoke.

"So there is no celebration upon birth, or admission of the sadness which accompanies death?" Asked the young officer.

"They are events like any other." Rotan offered simply.

"I see." Was all the Ensign could bring himself to say in response. Both men said nothing else as they entered the turboelevator that would take them back to main security....

"ahh, Delta Shift"
By Ensign Jordan Arisa
Helmsman
USS Galaxy

Jordan rubbed her eyes feeling incredibly groggy. David barely stirred as she got out of bed, damn she hated Delta shift sometimes. Commander Casey had asked her to do one more shift before she was officially on shoreleave.

"Computer, raise lights, 20%" she whispered as she pulled on her uniform. Trying to make as little noise as possible, David was a very light sleeper.

Nimbly, she walked over to the mirror and quickly brushed her hair up into a bun. Time was running away from her, which meant a breakfast on the run. Consisting of raktajino and toast. She glanced over at David once more, then laid down her hairbrush. All she had to do was get her padds and breakfast without waking David up and she was home free.

Suddenly, she sneezed. Jordan stopped dead in her tracks and gingerly looked over her shoulder. David stirred slightly and then rolled over. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up her padds that were on David's work desk. In one fowl swoop Jordan knocked off the other padds.

"Damnit!" she whispered.

David leapt out of bed and came running into the main living area. "What the hell?" he shouted, as he approached Jordan's position. "Baby, what's going on?" he asked.

"Oh God, David I'm sorry, I've gotta get to the bridge for Delta shift and I thought I could get ready without waking you up. But the lights were too low and I didn't see the other padds on the desk and well you know the rest." Jordan threw her arms up in defeat. Then suddenly she looked down and realised that he was completely naked.

"Don't worry, I'll see you this evening, we're going to have dinner on the elite new restaurant on the starbase." She smiled and traced out the lines of his muscles on his chest.

"That sounds wonderful. Now go back to bed."

"Yes mom." he called out after her as she exited his quarters.

***Bridge***

Jordan rubbed her eyes as she took her place behind the helm. Dinner with David had dragged on a bit the night before, meaning that she didn't get to bed as early as she would have liked.

"Late night ensign?"

"You could say that." she answered.

"Just one more shift, before you can have some shoreleave. But, before that. Ensign Kelt reported the helm as being slightly sluggish. He asked that you run a few diagnostics."

"Aye sir."

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Camilla Claudia Pretlove

=AES=USS Galaxy=AES=
Ensign Jordan Arisa
Helm Officer
USS Galaxy
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Promotion.
by Lt.jg Mike Marc
Tactical Officer

Mike just came back from the ceremony where he received promotion. Now he is Lt.jg and he was very happy because he always want to received that promotion. He enter to his quarter and come to his terminal.

"Computer, make link to DS9 receiver Ekaterina Marc "

" Conformed " - replied computer voice

Mike seat on cheer and begin wait. " I hate this symbol in such moment " - thought Mike when he watched to terminal sreacn where StarFleet were.

"Link established " - said computer voice and face of Mike's mother appears on the screen.

"Hi mom ! How are you today ? "- asked Mike

"Hi Mike I'm so glad that you called me , we are fine you sister just finished her breakfast and soon will come to see you . And why are you calling ? I think something good happens to you because of your face. " - said Ekaterina

"Mom you always know and ofcource everybody could read my face like open book. I have great news for you.You son now is Lieutenant . And in such moment I wanted that all my family would be with me. " - replied Mike

"Brother , Brother " - heard Mike Olga voice from other side of the screen

"Olyachka , Olechka I'm here come to you mother and you will see me " - said Mike and happy face of his small sister appears on the screen.

" Hi Mike how are you I was in bathroom when I heard you voice. I have so much to tell you .When you will come? I miss you very much and you know I made a lot of friend here on station. " - said Mike's litter sister.

"Hi Olga I'm fine you know you brother now is Lieutenant. I'm happy that you have many friend on station. I'm really don't know when I came to you and your mother but I will as soon as possible. I promise so be good girl and don't make any trouble. You are now big girl and you must to take care of Mom . Ok ? "

"Sure brother , No problem at all. " - said Olga

"Olga you need to go to school now so tell you brother goodbye and go to school I will get you from it after you finish and will go to doctor. " - said Ekaterina

"Bye Misha I love you. " - said Olga and went to school

"I love you too. " replies Mike and when Olga disappears from the screen he asked his mother "Mom why you need to go to doctor ? What's happened ? I home all is fine ? "

"Sure son It's usual test she made them every year so don't wore . OK Sun I need to go to work.I'm very happy for you.You father would be proud. " - after small pause - " Take care of your self and I home you come to us as soon as possible. Kiss you and love you.Bye son. "

" I will mom. I love you and bye ." - said Mike and Face of his mother disappears from the screen.

When he finished his conversation with his mother somebody ring to his door.

"Who is it ? " - asked Mike when he come to the door.

" I'm " - replied women voice.

Mike open door and Ulya came to quarter. She immediately gave Mike kiss.

"I heard you have received promotion ? " - asked Ulya

"How did you know ? I just received it. " - asked surprised Mike.

"I have some links. " - replied Ulay

"Ok. You my detective. Do you want to celebrate it with me ? "

"Of course I want. Why do you think I come. "

" Ok I'm glad .What do you think about in ten-forward " - said Mike

"It's ok with me " - replied Ulya and them left Mike's qvourter and went to ten-forward

"A Touch of Pain"
by Lt. Cmdr. Morris
ACSO, USS Galaxy

Trying to rub out the pain on the inside of her head with her fingers was not working. The inside of her mouth felt like a family of tribbles had climbed in and died. Last week. A strange sound hummed in her head.

She had gone to Ten-Forward last night and started out with Saurian Brandy and finished off with at least three Risian Sunrises. One will usually make her tipsy. She tried to remember what she had done, but the effort made her ears ring. She had gone on a binge in almost eight years. Now she remembered why she didn't do it. "This must be this decade's reminder of why I should never do this."

She willed herself up from the couch. 'Why had I slept on my couch last night?' she moaned inwardly.

Pushing herself up, she made her way over to the replicator, "Water, cold". She drank four glasses worth before she could continue on. The computer chimed, [The Casey's child's funeral is in one hour.]. The sound made her clutch her head and moan. On the dining room table, there were two wine glasses. When she could focus her eyes, the humming sound had quit. She got up slowly and went into the closet. The only black dress she had would not be approriate for a funeral. She took out a deep purple jumper with a black knee length skirt.

She walked over toward the bathroom. The mirror outside the bathroom showed some kind of blue skinned monster. It took a moment for her to realize it was her reflection. "I need a shower." she said to no one.

"Go ahead, it open." came a voice.

Ronni tried not to jump. When the door opened, there stood the very handsome, very naked, very obnoxious Ensign Chen from Tactical. He said, while drying his hair, "It is nice to take a water shower. I have a sonic shower in my quarters and they just don't feel the same." He padded over to the couch where he picked up a pile of clothes. Ronni's new yellow dress was mixed in there, and he carefully extracted it and put it on the couch. She finally was able to shut her mouth from the shock. Then she noticed that she wasn't wearing anything.

Delphinians usually don't wear much, but she was half human and had been among surfacers for a long time. She quickly turned around, pulled out a towel, and wrapped it around herself. As she turned around, the Ensign was walked toward her. Looking into her eyes he said, "Last night was a blast, we'll have to do it again sometime." He then leaned in, gave her a good kiss, and the turned and left.

"No," she told herself, "THAT is this decade's reminder of why I don't binge drink!"

She quickly showered, and got dressed. As she sat on the couch, pulling on her boots, she felt she was sitting on something. Reaching behind her she pulled out Ensign Chen's underwear. She rolled her eyes and threw them behind the couch.

She did her hair back, but her eyes still glowed red. And they weren't the red of someone in mourning. She went over to the replicator and replicated a pair of black sun lens. They matched the skirt and hid her eyes wonderfully. She then carefully left her quarters.

In the turbolift, she felt the movement of the turbolift and wished fervently that her head and her stomach would stop trying to exchange places. If it hadn't of been for Deiran, Miran, and Lara, she would have stayed home. But she had to come. She knew how hard it had been when her brother Misk had been killed, and it still hurt to know her only other brother Vyonn, was still missing in action from Siencia Colony.

The scene on the holodeck was beautiful. She took a seat behind Deiran and Miran and hoped that she could survive the day.

"Funeral Service"
by Lt Cmdr K'Eytyanna Samara,
Assistant Chief, Engineering
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Walking into the Holodeck, K'Eytyanna took a seat near the back. She had never been to any funeral services before that she remebered much of, since the didn't have many friends at the Academy. In fact, the only one she actually remeber anything of was when she was 10 - the joint funeral service for all the Federation citizens who died at Kemptor XI, including her parents. She could still remeber the small carved wooden duck she had been making for her mother, the one she had put inside the torpedo tube that the Valiant crew used to send her mother off into space with.

Klingons just dumped the body out the nearest airlock, and during her stay on Andor, she was more interested in leaving then making friends.

As to the Bajoran or Human customs, she had done a quick bit of research via the computers beforehand, but she seriously doubted that the computer's info would help. The only useful bit of info was that the color black was most appropriate.

All in all, she was quite nervous since she didn't want to make things worse for Deiran, Miran or Lara. At the front of the room, she could see that Miran was being comforted by Deiran, with Alexa and Lara nearby.

After a few moments, she got up and headed to the front to join the queue of well-wishers, even though, she knew that there was not a single thing anyone could say or do that would help anyone's loss over a close relative.

The Night Owl
By Ensign Mike Croce
Engineer USS Galaxy

******* Cooridor USS Galaxy, Deck 10******

Mike walked anxiosly down the cooridor examining its makeup very carefully. He had been told how to design a Starship interior in his designing class but had never seen the inside of a Galaxy Class vessle. The new starship he was designing was almost completed and it was going to be the first one submitted to Starfleet Command for evaluation. Over the past four years he had developed a unige love for designing Starships and even shuttles. One thing was for sure, the specs he left uploaded in the Academies database would be downloaded into his personal computer here.

Mike almost forgot were he was going and almost walked past Ten Forward. Entering the luxorius Lounge Mike was overwelmed in awe . The Lounge on the Vernon had been half the size and definatley not as nice. Mike takes a seat at the Bar and waits for the Bartender to walk by.

" Excuse me Tender, can I get a beer her" Mike calls out in a low voice.

" Certainly, The names Door" the tender replies pouring a glass of beer into a medium glass." You new here " Door asks

" Yep, just got here about an hour ago, its my first assignment".

" Must of done pretty good in the Academy to get assigned here"

" I was in the top 10% tile"

" Thats pretty good". After this comment Mike sips his beer.

" where ya from" The tender asks.

" New Berlin, Luna colony". Mike replies finishing the last of his beer.

Mike, finsihing his beer leaves the Lounge desciding to take a walk threw the Starbase. Moving quickly to the docking port he exits the ship and goes into the Starbase main deck. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a regular sized Cafe on the port side of the Deck. A small sign above indicates its the Night Owl, one of the many civilan establishments on the Starbase. Mike thinks it would be interesting to see what was inside so he steps into the cafe. Inside the cafe it is dimly lit and filled with red chairs, most of them filled. On stage there is a Klingon poet reading a Poem called "Iot Pok Boq". Moving around the rather small cafe he sees the girl he had been sitting with on the Transport with a man about three years older. Mike silently makes his way twoards the girl, arriving at her table he says " Hi to her"

" Oh hello, what a coincidence".

" Its good to see you again." mike replies and the man sitting next to her whispers in her ear and she whispers something back.

" Im he brother, Its nice to meet you."

" Same here " Mike replies. For the next hour or so the three talk. They talk about pretty much everything and anything. Finally Mike and the girl learn each others name, her name was Reyna. When Mike relizes its getting late he excuses himself and returns to the Galaxy.

******** Ensign Mike Croces quarters**********

Mike walks into his dimly lit quarters and yawns lowdly. It was approximatley 2400 and he hasent slept for almost a day. Yawning again he yells out to the computer" Raise lights by 39 perecent".

" Confirmed, raising lights by 39%". The lights quickly raise to the requested level and Mike walks twoards his dresser. slowly he looks thru the clothing he had unpacked earlier and picks out a pair of Pajama short. Mike then removes the civilan clothes he had been wearing and places onthe short he had chosen, he dosent bother to put on a shirt because he seems to be warm enough for now. Mike now moves woards his warm bed and gets under the covers. The warm matress feels good against his bear chest and the covers make his body feel like hes in heaven, He hasent slept in so long in a few moments he is deep in sleep and dreaming, dreaming good things.

"....just don't screw up."

by Ensign K'antoS Brody
Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

************************* Brody's Quarters *********************

K'antoS checked himself in mirror, and ran his fingers once through his hair. "Ok, hair is brushed, uniform looks sharp,.....all I have to do now is report for duty and not screw up." Kan tried out his best smile on the reflection in the mirror, and transformed it into a scowl as his gaze settled on the one lone pip the shone from his collar like a star in deep space. "I'd look a lot better with four," he said to himself. He tipped himself a little salute and walked out of his quarters, headed for Alpha shift on the bridge.

*********************** Bridge, Helm:0900 hrs *********************

K'antoS was one lucky Ensign. Normaly, his position would have been back-up to Commander Bancroft. Thanks to some Flight Control meeting, and most of the crew on shoreleave, he was now sitting in the pilots seat. He ran the usual gambit of on-shift diagnostics, and read the previous shifts logs. Now he sat there, staring at a very nice view of Starbase 357, and proceeded to sit there some more. The bridge was rather sparse, most positions taken by back-up officers like himself. The captain was in his ready room, a Lt.(jg) had the bridge. "What I wouldn't give for a little action," K'antoS thought to himself as he ran a level 1 diagnostic of the thruster controls. Maybe he could be called on to pilot the ship out of dock, maybe.

He began to think about his time as a mercinary pilot, only a kid living a life that could bought at the right price. He was "no better than a whore then", he thought to himself staring at a stream of coordinates the computer was downloading from the space station. In his mind he saw a group of colonists, huddled into the corner of dingy cargo hold. The stench of bodies and fear permeated the area. He simply stood there watching them shake as the ships captain drew his Varon-T disruptor and began to stroke it's emitter with his forefinger. Kan knew that the Varon-T was a cruel weapon, it slowly vaporized ones molecules, devouring flesh and savoring the taste.

"Drop the force field." the pirate captain said, leering at the group of men, women, and children. The transparent field flickered blue, followed by the acknowledging, shrill beeps of a successful operation. Slowly, the captain raised the weapon and began to wave it about in a sick dance of death.

It was slow motion for Kan as the captain's hand waved back and forth, then stopped. He watched the beam emit from the weapon and engulf the colonists. It crept upon them like millions of ants, eating anything and everything in the way. The screams echoed throughout the cargo hold, and echoed in K'antoS's mind. His mouth opened to shout, while his hand dropped to his holster to remove it's disruptor.

"Ensign! Status report!" Captain Price said, startled by his helmsmans scream.

"My appologies sir," Kan said lowering his extended arm and turning around to face the Captain and a puzzled bridge crew, "I was running a helm control simulation, piloting Galaxy through a asteriod field at maximum impulse. I was almost through, until a rogue came tumbling from portside and struck the ship. I became a little aggitated sir, I will not let it happen again." K'antoS looked at Captain Price, hoping he would buy the story. He hadn't had a flashback in over a year, and now was not the time to start them again. Not while serving on Galaxy, with at least a thousand people counting on him.

The Captain smiled and shook his head at the young ensign. "No worries, mate. Just try 'in keep between the rocks next time. Maybe you would also consider a slower pace, getting there fast is not as important as just simply getting there, right?"

The Captain's smile became contagious, as the entire bridge crew went back to work, some simply smiling, some chuckling. They no doubt now had something new to talk about in Ten Foward. Kan nodded his head, looking around. "Yes sir, I'll keep it down. Will I be getting fined for speeding through a asteriod field?" he said grinning and hoping to play down the situation.

The Captain walked into the turbolift and turned to face the entrance. "Only a warning this time, next time you will not be so lucky." Captain Price still had a smile on his face, but one could tell from the tone of his voice that he was serious. "G'day."

As the turbolift doors closed, Kan turned back around and wiped the perspiration from his brow. "Yeah, sure, don't screw up," Kan thought to himself. He made a mental note to go to Ten Foward and get a couple of stiff drinks.

Based on STAR TREK created by Gene Roddenberry
By Lieutenant (jg) Suder
Engineer

"Command Part IV"

As the crew of the Defender were getting ready for the impossible last few minutes of the battle, Suder walked around the bridge. His mind was focused on the whole asteroid field and warp drive theory. And then an annoying voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Bridge to Holodeck four." the voice said.

"Go ahead." Suder replied.

"There's a Captain requesting to speak with you right away sir." the voice replied.

"Put it through down here." Suder replied. "Computer, freeze program, arch!" Suder ordered. The program around him froze and the arch way appeared. Suder tapped a few commands into the computer display panel and then read a brief message. His clearance code was not accepted. He tapped in another one and then the message came through. A women appeared, and she seemed to be worried and shocked, she took a deep breath and smiled.

"Captain, it's good to see you again." Suder said.

"You too, it's good to be back, for a while." the Captain replied.

"Starbase 201 sending you out again?" Suder asked.

"Yeah, we're going back into Dominion space to rescue the two hundred and fifty three prisoners that are on one of their outposts." Captain Benteen replied.

"I'm glad you told me this, but-"

"I'll cut straight to it. I don't know if she's alive Ethan. When we escaped, we were all pretty shaken at first, we spent several months in the dark, doing the Dominion's dirty work, the work they didn't want the precious soldiers to do. Rachel took it the worst." Benteen reported.

"What happened?" Suder replied feeling a grip of coldness and pain find it's place in his chest.

"Four of us were shot as we escaped. When Rachel got hit, I stopped to pull her along. The next thing I know I was in sickbay aboard the Gorkon. I know it's hard for you, but we're going back in, and if there's a chance that she lived, then we'll get her back to safety." Benteen said.

"I appreciate it, I'll stay in touch." Suder said. The Captain had several tears building up in her eyes and they dripped down her face before she nodded and terminated the transmission.

Suder stood where he was for several minutes before terminating the holodeck program and starting a new one. "Computer, start at level one, go up every time the enemy is defeated, you know the drill." Suder said. "Program initiated. Level one protocol." the computer replied.

An image of a Jem'Hadar soldier came charging out of no where at Suder. Suder stood in the defensive pose that he was taught a while back. When the warrior was in sight, he fought back to take out the enemy soldier that threatened his life. With the safeties off and an increasing difficulty level, things wouldn't look to good in a few hours, maybe even minutes. But that was the order of things, a common quote going around these days, it made Suder feel sick, angry, and sad....

Joey

"Promotion"

By Lt(jg) Yazron Beq
Tactical Officer
USS Galaxy

***Beq's Quarters***

Yaz was on a total high - who needed stimulants! His wedding was only a few days away and he had just returned from a promotion ceremony!

"Computer, record message."

{'Recording']

"You can probably hear the excitement in my voice. I've been promoted to Lt(jg)! I'm going to Ten Forward with Lorraine to celebrate and my mother arrives tonight for the wedding! WOOHOOOO!"

"Computer, end recording, send to Jonathan Lucas Brandis as audio only."

['bleep']

Lorraine had come over as he recorded the message.

"Congratulations!" She said grinning wider than she ever had before - and that was some achievement! They kissed pasionately. "I guess that calls for a celebration after Ten Forward." She said slyly.

"I guess so." Yaz said and almost matched Lorraine's grin.

They held hands and headed for Ten Forward.

***Ten Forward***

The atmosphere in Ten Forward was better than anyone had ever seen - there had been promotions in all departments and almost everone was acting like they were on drugs.

"Take a seat," Yaz said to Lorraine motioning to the table by the window where he had sat with Lucas many times. "A Vulcan Strawberry juice?" He asked

"You know it!" She said - the grin had gotten a little smaller but hadn't vanished.

Yaz walked over to the bar to the order the drinks - he couldn't wait 'til later when Lorraine had promised the 'celebration'.

Lt(jg) Yazron Beq, Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

Based on STAR TREK created by Gene Roddenberry
By Lieutenant (jg) Suder
Engineer

"Grief"

Two hours later, Suder strolled out of the holodeck. His head was bleeding, the result of a sharp blade and an unfortunate encounter with it. But that was more or less it. A few bumps and bruises here and there but that was all.

After changing into his uniform, Suder strolled down the corridor and made his way to engineering. It was just about time for the Casey funeral, but Suder couldn't go. As much as he might have wanted to, he had too much to think about, and he thought that there should be at least one person in engineering watching over things, what if someone went there to sabotage something?

As he entered Engineering, Suder logged on the time of his duty start. Delta shift was going to be a rather slow shift, but hopefully, it would pass quicker than it normally did. He grabbed his engineering kit and strolled in the direction of a plasma conduit. There was another engineer working on the conduit and when Suder arrived, she stopped her work and looked ta him.

"You planning on working here soldier?" she asked.

"Not planning to, just going to." Suder replied his voice slightly cold. The ensign just laughed and continued to talk even though it was obvious that Suder didn't want to. He was getting his engineering tools out ready to work.

"So your not going to the funeral?" she asked. Suder looked at her for a second before he looked back into the conduit.

"No." he replied.

"Why?"

"Because I'm needed here." Suder explained.

"Commander Casey might not like that, he might even talk to Admiral Casey and he might send you to Polas or something."

Suder looked up at the wall and put his left elbow on the conduit, looking slightly frustrated. "Ah yes, the great chain of Casey's, it's amazing none of us have been transfered yet." Suder said.

"How do you figure?" Suder looked at the ensign and crossed his arms.

"Well, you know about the Casey and Price story. The way he threatened the Captain just because he didn't want to fire on another ship. And then there's the whole Benedict story, With everything that is going on there, I'm surprised that he hasn't been transfered yet." Suder said. "But that's thing I probably hate most about Casey."

"What, the fact that he has high ranking parents, or the fact that he had a brawl or two with Benedict."

"Neither, his pride. There's another pride in that man to make a whole new person. I think sometimes it just gets in the way of his work. It makes him a liability." Suder continued.

"What about the whole firing on another ship thing, you wanted us to fire on another ship?" she asked. Suder continued to work on the conduit.

"Of course not, but orders are orders, and sometimes, orders are bad orders, orders no one wants to carry out because it's too hard or it's just not what we're used to, but the St.Louise had to be stopped, I think Captain Price was wrong to let the ship get away."

"Have you ever been on a mission where you had to chase a ship liek that?" the engineer jokingly asked.

"Yes."

"Really, what happened?"

Suder sighed and put away the tool he was using. "It was back on the Lokata, one of our missions took us to the Romulan boarder. Whilst there, we found another Starfleet vessel patroling the area. Everything was going as planned, until the ship suddenly broke off from it's flight plan and made it's way to a Romulan outpost. We had two choices, we had to either destroy the ship, or let a war brake out between the Federation and the Romulan Empire."

"So what did you do, destroy the ship?"

"No. I was working as the engineering chief during that shift, I managed to find the frequencie of their shields, and we managed to crippled theri weapons and shield generators." Suder said.

"So no harm was done." the engineer concluded.

"Wrong. Straight after the ship surrendered, we began towing it back to Federation space, but a Romulan Warbird declaoked and fired on the vessel. The ship was destroyed along with three hundred and seventeen people." Suder finsihed.

"I'm sorry." the engineer replied.

"No problem, I wasn't the one that died right, at least, that's what the medics say isn't it. I hated it when they used to tell me that. And then there's the fact that the women I love was captured, along with my old Captain and crew, then they managed to escape and she might be dead. And just when things couldn't suck anymore, they do!" Suder snapped. "I'm sorry if I'm a bit edgy right now, but there' sjust too much happening, and I really need to be by myself."

"I understand, I'm needed on the bridge anyway, I'll see you later."

"Count on it, we work on the same shift." Suder managed to joke, just incase the ensign got the idea he didn't like her, which wasn't true.

Suder made his way to the plasma conduit which was due for a very hard scrub. At least there, he could be by himself, alone to his thoughts...

Joey

Invites Are Hell
Ensign Tim Richeson
Tactical Officer

***Ensign Richeson's quarters***

Tim was swamped. He had a report about the battle due, and he had promised to help plain Lt. Beq's bachelor party. Since he didn't even want to think about the battle, Tim choose to help with the party.

"Computer, compose message."

"Begin: To all male personal aboard the Galaxy, you are invited to Lt. (jg) Beq's surprise bachelor party. It will take place on holodeck 3 Monday, at 2200 hours. The setting will be a south Pacific beach on Earth. Please drop by and give Yaz some good thoughts."

"End message. Convert message to text, and send to all male crew aboard the ship." Tim said while sitting down next to his pet cat.

(Message sent.) the computer replied almost immediately.

Tim didn't get to hear the computer respond, he had already fallen asleep on his couch...

"Quick Question"
Ensign Tim Richeson- "A busy man"
Tactical Officer
Featuring:

Ensign Ruina Keigan- "A loving girl friend" - LOL Mel...

Tim was on his way to the holodeck to work on the party. He and Lucas had already decided it would be a beach party. But he still needed to put a few more finishing touches.

"Holodeck 3." He told the turbolift computer. Tim was trying to figure how many people they should plan for when the turbo lift doors opened. There stood Ruina Keigan. Tim was glad to see her, he hadn't talked to her for a few days.

"Hey! What are you up to? Deck 29" she asked stepping into the lift and giving Tim a kiss.

Tim gave a stiff face. "I can't say." the young ensign said, clicking his heals together. Ruina knew he was going to play hard face.

"Fine." she said in a serious voice. "I guess you don't want to meet me later tonight then."

"Yes I DO!" Tim said excitedly.

"Then tell me why you can't tell me what your doing." She said with a smile

"Fine, fine , fine. I'm going to the holodeck to work on the program for Yaz's party. Now where should I meet you?"

"Not! You get to have fun at a party, and I get to stay home and listen to Siara whine... NOT FAIR!"

Tim started to laugh was the door opened. "No women, that part of the rules of a batchler party. Sorry hun" he tried to give her a kiss, but she turned and it landed on her check. He smiled and continued on his way to the holodeck.

"The Long Road"
Lt. T'Zaq

A number of the Galaxy's crew were gathered in the holodeck, to remember the short life of little Dalane Casey. The solemn crowd came from a multitude of cultural backgrounds, each mourning the infant's death in their own way.

Although she didn't know the Caseys well, T'Zaq wanted to attend the ceremony as a matter of honor. And partially, as well, to remember her own sibling she never knew. Even one Vulcan/Human hybrid child was up against incredible odds to survive until birth, and despite 24th century technology, twins were out of the question. One of the embryos had died shortly after the fourth month, and the doctors were still barely able to save the one that would become T'Zaq. What made the knowledge even worse was that T'Zaq never knew whether her twin had been terminated in order to give her a better chance at life, or whether the child had willingly given up her own existence.

"You are a wiser one than I will ever be, T'Veyl.." she whispered the name she had given her sister. "You have already arrived, while I have just begun the journey."

With that clear from her mind, T'Zaq focused on the proceedings. It was unseemly to wallow in her own old pain while others needed her. She glanced around the room and hoped she was dressed appropriately for the occasion. Her dress was of varying shades of dark red, the traditional color of mourning on Vulcan. The skirt was torn vertically in several places, blowing slightly in the breeze with her long unbound hair. Barefoot, she stood straight and tall while Commander Casey said his last goodbye to his son.

She could see the raw pain in his eyes, feel his suffering. It made her realize how much she had underestimated the man. She hadn't had much contact with the commander, thinking him a little too stuck up and full of himself. But seeing him struggle through this showed her that he was a real person after all - and he *did* care. It was sorrowing that anyone should have to endure such a tragedy.

As Casey finished, the guests began filing past the coffin to pay their respects. T'Zaq sensed the others keeping a good distance from her, no doubt unsettled by her strange appearance. When her turn came, she closed her eyes and whispered softly to the air. It was illogical to speak to an empty shell, but perhaps his spirit could hear them still.

"You've been from anywhere to everywhere, Dalane. To Sha-ka-ree, the city on the horizon. We're all walking that road, too, but you got there before us. Wait there for us, little one. We'll see you again." With that, she bowed her head and walked onward.

As she left the holodeck, T'Zaq could hear one of the onlookers cry out, "Why?"

She sighed sadly and tucked a stray lock of hair behind one ear. It was a sorrow that some things had to happen this way. And how rarely it was ever given to know why...

"Overzealous Ensigns"
by Ensign Jordan Arisa, Helm Officer - USS Galaxy
with additions by Captain Price

Jordan handed her weekly report to a random yeoman as she stepped onto the bridge. The image of the starbase loomed on the viewscreen, but the bridge seemed to have a very solemn air surrounding it. David had told her about the Casey's tragedy. Jordan grieved for Commander Casey and Lieutenant Commander Casey Ti Miran. She wished that she knew them better, she so wanted to help them.

"The Captain's in his ready room." The short blond woman said as she took the padd, knowing of the appointment that Jordan had made to see him.

"Thanks." Jordan smiled, then moved over to the ready room door and pressed the chime.

"Enter." a masculine voice said from inside. Captain Price was certainly a very imposing man.

"Good Morning sir." Jordan said as she entered and took the seat the Captain offered to him.

Lee watched as the attractive officer sat down across the other side of his desk. She seemed to be a little apprehensive and had a look on her face like something was troubling her. "So Ensign, what can I do for you today?" the Captain asked.

"Captain, I'd just like to say that I have really enjoyed my first mission aboard the Galaxy. Being fresh out of the Academy, this has been absolutely wonderful. However, I was wondering if...well, I really love my helm duties, I mean you know that I love to fly and the Galaxy certainly is a joy to fly. Though, I was wondering if I could be given more duties, if you know what I mean. I just want to do so much here, could you accommodate me?" Jordan said, stumbling slightly and speaking with her hands. She looked into the Captain's eyes, trying to judge his reaction.

Lee smiled at the Ensign's awkwardness at addressing her Captain. "Not happy with just putting in your eight and a half hours duty ay Ensign?"

Jordan blushed a little, and smiled showing her pearly white teeth as she nodded in agreement. "I just think I can do more sir."

"Well, I think I may have just the thing to keep you busy. Though I am not sure if you'll be thanking me after a few eighteen hour days. As you may already know, Lieutenant Commander Casey Ti Miran is in charge of all the Shuttle Operations on board this vessel. That includes running everything to insure the shuttles are maintained, that they get serviced regularly and have periodic flight checks on all systems. Well, Miran has been on leave since she lost the baby, so things have really gotten behind with the shuttle operations. I think if you really want something to do, you could volunteer to assist the 'Commander at getting everything caught up. I know Miran would appreciate that, as would I. It might even lead to a permanent assignment working with the shuttle operations department 'mate, if you play your cards right. Only qualified shuttle pilots like yourself can work there."

Jordan listened to the Captain's explanation. It certainly sounded interesting. She'd get a lot more flight time in shuttle operations than simply the helm of the Galaxy. But it also sounded like a lot of work. Long days inspecting and flight certifying shuttle craft to verify they were up to Starfleet specifications. "That sounds interesting sir. How can I find out more about shuttle operations before I decide?"

"I'll hail Lieutenant Commander Casey and let her know you are interested. Why don't you go down to the main shuttle bay and meet her in her office? I know you'll be doing her and me a great favor if you accept." Lee explained.

"That sounds good Captain. Thank you. You've been most helpful."

"No worries 'mate. It's nice to speak to someone who wants more to do for a change. I'm usually having to listed to the senior staff complaining about having too much work to complete." Lee laughed while standing to shake Ensign Arisa's hand and walk her out of his ready room.

"Well I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me sir. Bye."

"G'day Ensign." Lee smiled before hailing Lieutenant Commander Casey Ti Miran and letting her know that Ensign Arisa was on her way to see her about helping out in Shuttle Ops.

--
Camilla Claudia Pretlove

=AES=USS Galaxy=AES=
Ensign Jordan Arisa
Helm Officer
USS Galaxy
=AES=USS Galaxy=AES=

"Hard Lessons"
by Lt.(j.g.) Elaiithin Jii, Lt.(j.g.) Rotan Heratta & Lt (j.g.) Lexana Ral

"So..." started Lieutenant Elaiithin.

"So..." replied Lieutenant Heratta.

"So ..." added Lieutenant Ral.

"Shore leave......What are we gonna do?" asked Jii.

"I am uncertain. What do you two wish to do?" asked Rotan.

"Don't look at me.." Lexana said, and looked to Jii. "What do you wanna do?"

"That's why I asked you two." Grumbled the young Bajoran in response. He was dressed in a beige tunic and dark brown pants. Lex was wearing something which looked as though it had been painted on, as usual. Rotan, naturally, was still in uniform. Come to think of it, Elaiithin couldn't ever recall seeing his roommate out of uniform.

Elaiithin's eyes scanned the room, and came upon the perfect thing.

He pointed to the object and looked to Rotan and Lexana. "Tell me, you two. Ever tried one of those?"

When Rotan didn't recognize it, and Lexana shook her head, a slow grin spread across his face. "In that case...I've got just the thing....."

Twenty minutes later, the trio of officers were in Holodeck One. They were standing atop of a randomly generated mountain, with lots of fine, white, powdery snow. They each had replicated the necessary materials and clothing, and were nearly ready to begin. There was a smooth, not to angled slope for the initial training.

"Okay, boys and girls, this is a human sport---but we don't have to hold that against it-- called "Snowboarding. It's all about balance. You either lean on the balls of your feet" Elaiithin did so, and slid forward a few feet" or on the heels." When he did this, he stopped. "Let's try it a few times."

"I am not sure I want to continue." The Nausicaan Snarled.

"Sure you just don't have wet feet?" Asked Elaiithin. For her part Lexana only watched the exchange between the two, doing her best to suppress a smile.

"What does the condition of my feet have to do with anything?" Rotan practically roared back at his Bajoran friend.

"I think you should just...(Giving Rotan a strong push) go for it!" Elaiithin half-laughed and half-yelled as he sent Rotan sliding down the slope.

"RRRAAARARAAHHHHHH!!!" Heratta yelled at the top of his lungs as he fought to keep his balance on the narrow board. Just as he thought that he might have succeeded, suddenly a tree loomed directly ahead. To Rotan it had seemed to come out of nowhere...

Lex winced at the sound of the Nausicaan.. He was definitely very loud she saw him heading for the tree and scrunched up her eyes waiting for the inevitable to happen..

The tree was much worse off than Rotan, who sat holding a large branch and looking rather dazed. He stood up and started to walk back to Elaiithin and Lex, Intent on trying again as he had no intention of being beaten by this.

Lex was giggling quietly, and Elaiithin had a rather large smirk on his face. Rotan was fascinated with human facial expressions. He'd learned what many of them meant, including the one Jii was currently wearing. He was going to make sure the Bajoran wasn't wearing it for long.

"Your turn." Jii said to Lex, motioning to another board.

"You expect me to make an ass out of myself?" She said with a wry smile. She was rather less chipper than usual, possible because she'd been fasting for two days in preparation for her Third Dan test. At this point, even the snow looked tasty.. The snowboard even..

"Chicken?" Jii asked

"Don't mention food." She snapped, stepping onto the snowboard and locking her feet into place. "What do I do?"

"Use your weight to guide it.. Stay flexible.."

"Blah Blah Blah.." She said, waving him away and starting slowly down the hill, she found herself gathering speed.. Faster and faster, dodging the trees and bushes "Jiiiiiiiiiiii !!!" She screamed "How the Fuck do I stop this thing?"

"Just put your weight on your heels, and run the board parallel to the slope!"

Later.. Lex had walked back up to the top of the hill, carrying the snowboard. Her head hurt and she was breathing heavily. She saw Jii and Heratta deep into discussion... There was so much snow, there was little much else to do. She snick past them and secured a safe position, a little further up from them, behind a large rock. Then she fashioned a stack of little spheres from the snow. Neatly piling them up for optimal usage. She sat up behind the rock, a wicked grin on her face, and hurled one at Elaiithin.

It hit him nicely on the cheek with a resounding "SPLAT" she grinned in delight at his mouth formed the words "What the f??'

And just as he opened his mouth, another one hit him. His mouth half filled with snow, he looked around.

Rotan, of course had seen Lex and heard her quiet giggles. Curious as to what she was up to, he'd merely observed, rather than telling Jii..

Elaiithin just sat there for a second, bit his bottom lip, and detatched the snowboard from his feet. Packing a handful of snow into his hands, he rushed after Lex, yelling..."Of course you know, this means war!"

"From the Dark comes light"
by Mike Croce
Engineer USS Galaxy

******** Mike`s quarters deck 2************

Mike tossed and turned in his sleep. The once good dreams he was having moments ago were turning into skin crawling nightmares. The latest on e was a dusy. Mike was standing in one of the many corridors of the Galaxy except something was wrong, the lights were out, all around him he heres the sounds of phaser fire along with the cries of men and women falling to there deaths . In the distance he sees a man, dressed in black from head to toe witha certain fire in his eyes . The man cries out as if his heart has been ripped out then it all goes black and Mike is now in a room filled with dead bodies but one is alive with blood covering her body screaming and screaming then a knife flies out of her hand and strikes Mike in the chest. He falls down and once again all goes black. Now standing infron of him is the man covered in black, He says only one thing

" Out of the Darkness comes the light". The a flash of white light passes threw the room and the image of great celebration and the emotions of peace overwelm Mike . After this scene Mike wakes up in his bed. Sweat piles down his entire body. Quickly Mike remembers the dream and tries to find some meaning from it. " From the Dark comes the light". The words repeat in his head over and over again. Finally he figures it out, the darkness is war and the light and peace . But it still dosent make a whole lot of sense and he decides just to forget the dream.

Mike looks up and calls out to the computer " Computer, time".

" The time is 6:00 hours". comes the reply.

" Computer, lights" the lights come on in a brilliant flash. Mike walks over to his computer console and takes a seat. The cool temperature feels goo on his bare chest. Mike turns on the computer and scrolls threw the directory,

" Computer, access Starfleet Academy Database".

" Confirmed ,accessing Academy Databanks". A list of files come up on the screen. Everything from class schedules and student standing could be accessed from here.

" Computer, run search for any files titled Beta specs".

" One match found".

" Open file" mike says forgetting the security mechanism he installed into the file.

" Password needed" the computer replies.

" Computer, access pasword is EMMETT" mike replies, Emmett was his middle name. The screen turns to a file containg 10 Starship and Shuttle specs Mike had worked on at the Academy.

" Computer, upload files to my personal database and delete them from the Academy Database".

" Done". Mike being done with his work goes back to bed for another hour. But this time there was no nightmare

A LETTER TO AN OLD CHUM
Ensign Mohammed Uhura
USS Galaxy NCC 70637

Mohammed returned to his quarters after his meeting with Lt. Erickson. He felt he had a good chance for a transfer into command, which would more than likely mean a transfer into the Operations Department. He would miss being in the science department but he felt strongly about being in command. He knew he could have remain in science and advance into command but to truly understand command and the workings of a ship he felt he had to be in Ops. Ops required you to be in contact with every aspect of ship and it's functions. Knowledge that every commander of a vessel any vessel would need to know.

Mohammed sat in front of his computer. "Computer...prepare personal log. Mohammed Salassie Uhura, USS Galaxy this star date. Send to Ensign Chris Reynolds, USS Europe." =/\= Working...Begin log entry.

Mohammed began. "Personal Log. Ensign Mohammed Salassie Uhura. Greetings old friend and Academy chum. How are things onboard the Europe? Things here onboard the Galaxy are fine. The General was able to accomplish his orders to fire upon the ST. Louis without actually stopping the St. Louis from it's mission. Thank goodness. As it was there was a cure for the crew on the planet. So everything ended swell. If not for the captain's ingeniousness things could have ended very differently and I feel tragically.

Currently we are at Starbase 357 for some rest and relaxation and some repairs to the ship. When we fired on the St.Louis they fired back and did some damage. Nothing too serious but enough to send us here to have repairs made. So during this time here I have made a decision. I'm transferring out of science and into Ops. I have decided to go into command. I know, I know. I can go into command from science but this is something that seems...so right.

I've thought back to those old academy days and the Red Contact mission. I just started thinking more and more about command and having my own ship, my own command. Ah..perhaps I'm being silly but this is what I want to do...what I have to do. I'll miss working in science but Ops will present a new challenge.

I hope that things are going well for you onboard the Europe. Oh..I forgot to tell you. My wife is pregnant again. I wish I could be there for her while she is going through the pregnancy and the birth but my beautiful wife is strong. Stronger than I give her credit for. Well, that's all from the Galaxy. As they say on Vulcan. Live long and prosper.

"Computer end log and transmit."

=/\= Log ended and transmitted.

Mohammed rubbed his eyes and stretched his tired shoulders. He needed to relax. Perhaps what he needed was a Holodeck session. As he started to leave his quarters he looked at his uniform. Science blue would change to Ops...hopefully.

"Explanations."
By Ensign Jordan Arisa, Helm
and Ensign Tilo T'ilis, Science NPC
USS Galaxy

T'ilis smiled as she saw a rather tired looking Jordan enter ten forward. Her jacket was undone and her hair loose. T'ilis felt a stab of guilt, apparently Jordan was on Delta shift. She would have suggested a light afternoon meal if she had known.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I didn't realise that you were on Delta..." T'ilis stopped as Jordan sat down and raised her palm to stop.

"Don't worry, I'll sleep this afternoon. Now lets have some lunch." T'ilis nodded and began eating her salad.

"Jordan, I know that we don't know each other that well, but this past week I've felt that we've grown quite close, plus we're going to be spending a lot of time together and I'm sure that you have been trying to guess what's been going on in my life. So I'm going to set the record straight." this would be hard, but it had to be done.

Jordan looked a little sheepish, "Well yes I was."

"Okay, I'll start from the beginning. Well, it's a classic tale from the Bajoran occupation. My parents were in a prison camp and I was their fourth child. The Cardassians had them mining because they had been caught working for the resistance. When I was five they were killed, I was separated from my siblings and taken to Terok Nor. I worked in one of the bars picking up empty glasses and I used to steal books from people so that I could teach myself things. Things were pretty normal, a few beatings now and then and a couple of times spent in a holding cell. Nothing serious, then when I was about 11, puberty had really set in. That particular day Gark Kral, the 19 year old son of the station's head Bajoran collaborator saw me, next thing I know I'm dressed in fine clothes, eating three meals a day, having etiquette and culture classes, living in huge quarters and going out every night with Kral. I was innocent, but I knew what happened to the girls in my situation. However, I played along and the next thing I know I'm standing there being married to him on my twelfth birthday. The following year my daughter Naprem was born. I nearly died giving birth to her, I was just too small and young to be giving birth, plus Naprem was very large. Kral was overjoyed, she was the one woman in his life that he didn't have to conquer to make her love him. About two months after her birth Galt-rin Rugal Tren decided that Kral was just a little upstart and that he was going to get me. Rugal paid Kral's father and Kral was sent to Cardassia, he was so furious. Anyway, Rugal married me and nine months later Dejal was born. A fourteen year old trying to raise a year old and a new born is no mean feat. One day I was taking a walk behind the cattle grids, I was crying my eyes out, I couldn't handle Dejal and Naprem by myself. Rugal loved Dejal with all his heart, but he despised Naprem. Anyway, I was sitting by one of the viewports, crying and a young Bajoran man came up to me, he was about 16, Edon, and asked what was wrong. I said nothing, but he took me for a drink and eventually I told him. He was so full of sympathy, I'd never felt that close to somebody. Well, one thing led to another, I saw him everyday and I wound up pregnant. For the first time my pregnancy was a joyous occasion, Edon was so happy, I loved him so much, he gave me the will I needed to escape." T'ilis wiped her eyes, she had never really in 11 years gotten over Edon.

"Luckily, because of the earlier complications with Naprem and Dejal I had to give birth in the infirmary, Rugal wasn't allowed to attend. The CMO at the time was a Bajoran, part of the resistance, I confessed everything to him, and he promised to help me. Edon attended the birth and was then first to hold her, we named her Iliana Tren, so that Rugal wouldn't know at first, but as middle names we gave her the female form of Edon's name and his family name, Vali Edana. For the next month the CMO convinced Rugal that Iliana was too sick to leave, I stayed with her and for a month, the three of us were a family. Finally Rugal came down to the infirmary and insisted to see his daughter. Well, you can imagine what happened when he saw a fully Bajoran child. Thinking quickly I said that one of the Bajoran's who had been executed the previous month had raped me and I had been too traumatised to tell him. That accounted for me spending so much time away from him. I went back to Rugal, he did a few checks and began to find holes in my story. One night he found out that I had slept with a Bajoran man of my own accord, but he didn't know who. He was furious, he beat and raped me, then banished me and the girls to behind the cattle gates. I was pregnant, but Edon looked after all of us. Rugal put 2 and 2 together and figured out that Edon was Iliana's father, but waited until I gave birth to Mila. The CMO informed me that Rugal was going to come to see his daughter and then he was going to make a deal with me." T'ilis stopped, and took a sip of her drink, it was draining to talk about everything, but once she started she couldn't stop.

Jordan was shocked, she couldn't believe that the small woman in front on her had endured all that. "So the year is about 2365 and you've been living with Edon for about a year. Amazing."

"Rugal arrived a few minutes after the birth, he acted totally normally, cooed over Mila, said congratulations to me and left. Just like that. The CMO was as confused as I was, but he took the time to tell me that my body had been damaged so badly because of the rape and losing my virginity at 12 that I could never take any kind of birth control or risk being rendered sterile. I wanted Edon and I to get married and have a family. The next day Edon turns up with all the girls wrapped up and my belongings packed. He says that he has paid the resistance and they are sending all of us to Earth. Three weeks later we were standing in San Francisco, Admiral Cheryneko is accepting us a refugees from war torn Bajor and we are being sponsored by Vulcan ambassador T'Vys. For the first time in my entire life I knew peace, the children were happy and we had a beautiful house. On my 16th birthday Edon and I were married, two days later Rugal sent a man posing a refugee, he stayed with us and murdered Edon, then disappeared. I was beside myself with grief, but I had to go on for the kids. I worked at Starfleet Academy doing paperwork. Then the year that Mila started full time school I applied to the Academy and got in. I majored in science and was posted to the USS Molotov. Things were going well, Bajor was free. I met Lieutenant Mark Sierra Sanchez, fell in love and married him."

Jordan shook her head, her eyes wide with amazement. "Incredible."

"I'm not finished yet. It seemed that Rugal wasn't the only one who wanted to hurt me. The shoreleave before I married Mark I went to Bajor. I came back to my hotel room one night, Kral was there waiting for me. He beat and raped me and left a note saying, 'That's for leaving me for Tren.' I went and found Edon's family and told them everything, they were so understanding and fell in love with Iliana. They took me to a doctor who checked me out and said I was fine. I returned to the Molotov and told Mark what had happened, he was so upset, even more so when it turned out that I was pregnant. I married him and Jayia was born. Last year Pal Emilio Sierra Sanchez was born. I was happy again and fell pregnant. Then five months ago, Mark was KIA. Now I've just been transferred here and I'm due in two weeks." T'ilis smiled at one very shocked Jordan.

"Oh my God, how can you be here telling me all this without being a complete wreck?"

"It's like my grandmother always used to say, if you always focus on the bad things then you'll never go on to experience the good things and good things will always come because the Prophets are watching over you." she smiled, but Jordan wasn't convinced.

"Mind elaborating?" the worst thing Jordan had had to cope with was worrying about whether or not her father was proud of her.

"Well, my parents being killed led to me going to Terok Nor which would give me my freedom. Kral marrying me let me get an education. Rugal taking me away led to me meeting Edon. Iliana's birth and Rugal throwing me out let me be a family with Edon. Mila's birth allowed us all to escape, Rugal wouldn't have let us if it had not been for Mila. Edon being killed gave me the courage to go to Starfleet. Kral raping me on Bajor led to me finding Edon's family, my kids have grandparents now. Marks death....well....I'm not sure....I got it, led to me meeting you. See?"

Jordan didn't really see, but she could see how T'ilis survived all that. "You are truly amazing, now we have to concentrate on your unborn baby. You'll have to teach me how to do all that Bajoran birthing stuff." Jordan smiled, she was really excited about this.

"You want to do that? That would be great. Thank you." T'ilis reached across the table and grasped Jordan's hand. "Now lets finish up here, I've gotta get to work."

--
Camilla Claudia Pretlove

=AES=USS Galaxy=AES=
Ensign Jordan Arisa
Helm Officer
USS Galaxy
=AES=USS Galaxy=AES=

"Celebrations"
By: Lt(jg) Tim O'Connell and Lt(jg) Neil Bolitho

The ceremony ended Tim walked out and bumped in to Neil, "Lt.jg Bolitho way to go man. We have to celebrate, I checked the roster we're both on leave... let's go get a few celebratory pints."

"Congratulations Tim!" Smiled Neil pumping his friends hand!"As for for ale!" Neil pulled a face. "Everytime someone mentions alcohol my stomach cramps! I guess I'm still somehow hangover,even though it was a few days ago! So none of me, I will just have to find something non alcoholic to drink!"

Tim shrugged, "fine by me.... I just want to celebrate this promotion and hopefully not alone, so some non alcoholic stuff would be fine by me. Besides last time we got hammered I was scraping my tongue not an image I would dare to repeat"

The two newly promoted officers quickly found there way to Starbases 357 officers lounge, Neil upon entering the lounge unconsciously touched the second pip on his collar, while looking around the room for a place to sit, His gaze fell upon Tim, who was beaming at him, Neil realised what he was doing and quickly moved his hand away from his collar

"This is going to take a little bit getting used to .....Lieutenant!" Joked Neil. Tim chuckled, "If they promoted the masked mutineer, they'll promote anyone. Did you notice the look on Gartner's face!"

The smile fell from Neil's face at the mention of Gartner.' Anna and Kalln were out probably enjoying themselves somewhere!....' Neil quickly glanced up at his friend. Tim had not noticed the sudden change in mood with Neil. Neil sighed and looked away spotting an open booth which had an impressive view out into space.Pulling Tim's tunic, the two security officers set off for the booth,

At the same time two other Starfleet officers spotted the booth and the two officers heading for it, the race was on!

As they approached the booth Tim saw that both officers were infact Female and quite attractive, when they approached Tim cleared his throat and said, "rather then fight over the booth my friend and I would ask if you would join us instead.

The two women looked them over and the Till officer spoke up and said, "I'd be delighted I'm Lt Eshar Jaron Station Security. You would be from the Galaxy right?"

Tim grinned and looked at the beautiful woman "of course I'm Lt(jg) Tim O'Connell Security. Could I intrest you in a drink..."

Neil had to smile. 'Trust Tim to turn a potential conflict into a date" "Ensign .... I mean Lt(jg) Neil Bolitho its nice to meet you Lt. smiled Neil shaking Jaron's hand, Neil turned his attention back to the other starfleet officer and offered his hand in greeting

"Lt. Commander Emily Briggs OPS here at Starbase 375, smiled back the brunette haired women with flashing green eyes, her hand shake was .....very firm, quickly she shook Tims hand. and sat down at the table

Tim sat down next to the Trill and admired how her spots set off her face and finally spoke up, " so what does everybody want to drink". Tim flagged a waiter and they placed orders, Neil ordered a Raktajino, Tim ordered a scotch, Emily Briggs ordered a Klingon Martini a combination of Gin, Vermouth and a drop of Klingon Bloodwine, and Eshar Jaron ordered a Denebian sunrise."

"O'Connell... would you be the same O'Connell who committed mutiny in the Kobiashi Maru simulator" Briggs asked.

Tim grinned, "guilty as charged, it was quite a ride...." The Commander turned to adress Neil however Eshar turned to him with a dazzeling smile, "I'm drinking with the famous masked mutineer. The only cadet to actually be threatened with court martial for his actions. I was impressed." Tim grinned at the woman, "Glad I impressed you... it was fun but it's a miricle I got promoted with that on my record."

Neil smiled listening to the banter between Tim and the ladies, it seemed he had made himself quite notorius with his mutiny on the simulator Neil leaned back in his seat and for the better sense of the word played second fiddle to Tim who seemed to be getting on very well with both ladies.

The drinks arrived, Neil had been a little surprised to see the Lt. Cmdr order.a klingon drink but had kept his face impassive as the drinks were quickly downed, Neil sipped his coffee, watching as Tim hit on the two women.

Tim looked over and saw Neil's mood had gone from happy to somber, that commander was more like the friend you bring along to clubs however his duty to his friend remained unchanged as the 2 ladies exucsed themselves to use the restroom . Tim watched them go and faced Neil, "Neil, are you all.right?"

Neil smiled at the concern in his friends voice " I'm fine thanks Tim."

Tim frowned knowing full well that everything was not all right! but decided to let it drop." "Take part in the conversation Lt!" smiled Tim.

Neil's face broke out into a grin" Aye aye sir, any other requests that the Lt would like in preparation for this evening's entertainment?"

Tim laughed and looked to make sure that the ladies had not returned, "not at this time but converse with that Lt Commander she seems interested in you pal."

"Ahh c'mon Tim I mean she three, no make that two ranks above us, what makes you think she would be interested in me! She probably has plenty of males hovering around her now all the time! In fact " Said Neil squinting at Tim "I think there both after you!"

"Well I don't see it that way the Commander is after you and I'm interested in the Trill I always wanted to see how far those spots go down!" Grinned Tim Neil was about to continue when Tim short armed him in the ribs

"Sit there!" growled Tim indicating the seat opposite him.Neil sighed and moved across to the seat.

Just then Tim spotted the two women returning from the rest room where he was sure they had compared notes and he knew that Eshar was more then interested in him and he was more then interested in her. They headed over to the table. Tim patted to the seat beside him and refered to Eshar to sit down Smiling she and Emilly sat down, The trill looked at Tim, "were you talking about us?" Tim looked at her and replied, " I'm sure you were talking about us too. Did we pass?" She only nodded and smiled. "So Mr masked mutineer, what was the official reaction to this little adventure of yours?" Tim grinned, "in a word pissed, they thought it was completely against the duty of a starfleet officer. I loved it." The commander piped in, "I did hear that you had a high ranking savior in Starfleet Admiral O'Connell"

Tim laughed, "Uncle Dave, I know he is the most unlikely admiral, It's kind hard to be afraid of him when you remember the time he woke up in his boxers."

Neil choked while sipping his coffee. He had, had the misfortune to have meet Tim's uncle at the Academy, how he rose to the rank of Admiral he would never know!

"So Neil can I call you Neil?" Smiled Emilly. Neil nodded back "Please call me Emily!"

Tim looked at his friend beginning conversation with the Lt Commander and then turned his attention back to Eshar, "So Eshar, can I call you Eshar/" She grinned and replied, "Only If I can call you Tim." He grinned and nodded, "wouldn't have it any other way, so what do you do for fun on this station?"

She thought for a minute, "well the Ferengi owned tavern on the promenade has Kareoke night usually on thursdays, only problem is the Klingons take it over and do opera and battle songs all night, One time we did a good rendition of 'Stuck on Rura Penthe' had em singing along." Tim grinned at that image, "sound fun we'll be here for a while, we'll drag a few officers along, make a night of it." She replied, "Sounds like fun, it's a date."

Neil gave all the right replies, nodded when he had to, smiled , and he thought the raised eyebrow as a look of surprise fitted him quite well. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, it was just he being not interested, I mean if this had happened two weeks ago, Neil would be blushing like a schoolboyand sitting with his mouth wide opened in absolute astonishment ! Had the last two weeks events taken the joy out of life? But he was here for Tim and now was the time to make his move " Emily would you like to join me for dinner?"

"I would love to Neil!" Smiled back Emily.

"Do you know of anywhere we can eat?"

"Yes as a matter of fact I do there is a nice little Bajoran....." Neil glanced over at Tim who was studying him. Neil smiled mischeviously and nodded to him , before following Emily out of the lounge

Tim watched his friend leave, he shook his head, Eshar grabbed his arm, "Tim, you hungry ?" He looked at her and replied, "yes gorgeous I could eat something and you?" She smiled, "I know exacly where we can grab dinner." The two officers left the bar.

SUNDAY NIGHT HEAT "MOHAMMED VS. THE ROCK
Ensign Mohammed Uhura
USS Galaxy NCC 70637

Mohammed entered the Holodeck. "Computer. Activate program Uhura 2345. Uhura/Maivia WWF 99."

=/\= Program activated.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to WWF Sunday Night Heat. This is Kevin Kelly with Terry Taylor and tonight we have a real battle. Because tonight WWF Heavyweight Champion of the World, The Rock. Will face the challenge of the Mighty Mohammed Uhura."

"That's right Kevin. The Rock will have his hands full with Mohammed. A man who could become champion of the world."

"Do you smell what the Rock is cooking?"

"And Kevin..Here comes the Rock!"

"That's right Terry. Rocky Maivia, the WWF's first third generation wrestler. Son of former WWF Tag Champion Rocky Johnson and the grandson of the late great High Chief Peter Maivia. "

"And don't forget Kevin that he was once a member and leader of the defunct Nation of Domination and is now a member of Vince McMahon's Corporation."

"Thank you Terry. And the Rock is in the ring and he's ready to lay the smack down."

"The Rock has the mic Terry."

"The Rock is about to take some jabronie down Know your roll Blvd. and Jabronie Drive to the Smack Down Hotel. So bring your rudy poo, candy ass so the Rock can lay the smack down...if you smelllllll!....What the Rock is cooking!"

"Bridge to Transporter Room...Energize!"

"And here comes Mohammed Uhura in the most interesting ring entry I've ever seen, Kevin."

"Your are right Terry. Mohammed beams into the ring. "

" I like his outfit. Especially that triangle on his chest."

"Well the fans love Mohammed as we get underway with the action."

Mohammed ties up with The Rock. The Rock pushes him into the corner and delivers some hard blows to Mohammed's midsection. The Rock Irish whips Mohammed into far turnbuckle.

Oh, that hurt Mohammed, who's holding his back in pain. The Rock grabs Mohammed in a headlock. Mohammed sends The Rock into the ropes..Oh! A shoulder block from Mohammed sends the Rock to the canvass. Mohammed drops an elbow...The Rock moves and Mohammed misses.

Now The Rock is delivering some hard kicks to Mohammed, who is trying to get to his feet. The Rock tosses Mohammed into the ropes throws a clothes line but Mohammed ducks...He comes off the ropes ducks a elbow..off again and Mohammed delivers a flying forearm and The Rock is down. The Rock gets up...Mohammed delivers a hip toss...another hip toss. The Rock is reeling. Mohammed delivers a dropkick. The Rock is down. 1.2. kick out by the champion.

Mohammed picks up The Rock...Oh my! A bodyslam from Mohammed. And Kevin I think that Mohammed has found some power in those dilithium crystals.

You're right Terry. Mohammed sends The Rock into ropes...a boot to the gut my Mohammed and an elbow to the back of the Rock's neck. The Rock is down. Mohammed runs off the ropes goes up for a leg drop. The Rock moves.

That hurt Mohammed. The Rock bodyslams Mohammed. Oh, this could be it Terry.

The most electrifying move in sports entertainment. The Corporate Elbow. He connected. 1.2. kick out by Mohammed.

The Rock picks up Mohammed...He's setting him up for the Rock Bottom. Wait a minute...Mohammed breaks loose...He steps behind The Rock...The Vulcan Nerve Pinch...The Rock goes down...This could be it...1.2.3.

That's it! We have a new Heavyweight champion of the world. Mohammed Uhura!

Terry! The Rock is up. He's coming after Mohammed...

=/\= Computer end program.

Mohammed's breathing was ragged and his body ached. But he felt better. Maybe next time he'll take on Ric Flair.

"In Search of History"
by Lt. Commander Christopher Thomas
Chief Operations Officer
USS Galaxy

** Lt. Commander Thomas's Quarters **

Lt. Commander Thomas walked around his room, looking at things. He'd been pretty much goofing off these past few weeks and spent most of his time enthralled in reading up on subjects of interest. He was ready to get back to action, but at the same time he wasn't sure that he could.

He seemed to spend most of his time either working or locked away in his quarters. He had very few friends on the Galaxy, and those that he'd once had were now gone. Most had left for another assignments or just decided to leave Starfleet altogether, but unfortunately a few had perished along the way. He generally had no problems making friends and getting to know them, but he'd not really done that since he was working undercover or back at the academy. He wasn't sure where he was happier, perhaps it wasn't so much a matter of location, but a sense of belonging and being a part of something.

When he was married to Gweyn he always knew where he belonged and that he was a part of something. Their love gave him strength, love, joy, hope, happiness and a sense of belonging. When she died he still was able to cling to that emotional blanket, now it was becoming much harder. He'd been promoted and that'd effected the way he lived, but also time was passing by him and he was watching it go by without trying to change anything. He'd made himself and her a promise to find those responsible and make them be held accountable. Unfortunately he'd been fighting an up hill battle that he wasn't winning at the moment. He'd gathered a lot of information, but it was only from a few sources and the primary source being his old mentor. He wanted to travel back to Earth and present his findings to Starfleet's JAG, but he needed more information. He need solid proof to present to JAG and show them what was being worked on at the starbase, and that it was illegal and dangerous, but the potential problems were ignored.

He would need solid evidence to prove his findings, because the people involved in the matter where not without influences and status. He would if he succeed likely bring down at least 5 high ranking officials in Starfleet Command, Intelligence, the science department and sub-sections. The real question was how to go about this objective and not involve to many people. Of course at the same time, he knew that there were several officers on the ship that would love to bring down a certain figure. He would, when the time was right ask for the captain's permission to seek volunteer's for a investigation and research mission. There was of course another downside to what he was doing, they might just come looking for him someday soon. He knew the way they operated, they would transfer him to another assignment, with or without a good reason, but they would soon move to take him out of the equation.

He would have to be ready to move soon, before they realized how close he was to uncovering them and their little secret that they'd rather no one know. He would have to begin putting safeguards in place surrounding his personal files, Starfleet records and surrounding the USS Galaxy's computer cores. They would first target his personal files and information in the galaxy to attempt to wipe what he had from existence. If they succeeded he'd have nothing to prove his case to JAG, nor could he bring more proof to convict them. He just had to be carefully from this point on, and there was going to be some momentary inconveniences as he set things up, to protect himself.

Chris had been walking in circles thinking about this issue, before finally coming out of his trance. He could become so focused on things and completely ignore what was happening around him. This time however while he'd been shutting out what was happening around him in his room. He quickly remember what he needed to do from his state of thought about a current problem. With most of the Galaxy off ship or not needing the ships computers, he was fairly certain he could beef up safeguards surrounding certain information. He had the access codes that he would need to make such changes and he could do so without drawing any attention.

He sat down at his desk, activated his screen and pulled up some information. He wanted to see who'd been accessing what type of files in the past five to seven days. The first thing was to see if anyone had tired or was trying to access, classified files in the ships main computer core. Once he determined this, then he could decide how to proceed with enacting tougher security restrictions on certain files stored in the ships memory. These files of course would be ones that certain individuals could use against him or the crew. He wasn't worried about all the ships files or systems, just key things.

The computer shortly displayed a list of files that had been accessed, most were general files and not of concern. He wasn't really interested in most of the stuff being accessed and he started running eliminations algorithms as he scanned through a list of files accessed. He wanted to get rid of the junk, he was only looking for certain files, and file types being accessed. After a few minutes of this, he decided he needed to move the process to another level. He set up a serious of programs to scan through the list and look for key things of interest. He needed more terminals to run his test and checks, but he couldn't do it here.

He needed the bridge terminals, but needed privacy. The holodeck would work perfectly for what he needed to do, and wouldn't catch to much attention.

** Holodeck 3, recreation of the USS Galaxy bridge. **

There was no problem in getting the computer to do what he wanted it to do, since the request was simple. Copy the USS Galaxy bridge and transfer it to the holodeck, including what was happening on the bridge, people, events and activities. He then eliminated the people and just was left with the bridge, being updated to reflect what was happening on the real bridge.

He set to work, he was going to have to complete his objectives in a few minutes and then report to the bridge for duty. He was just happy to see this little protective measure go off without a hitch or any signs of problems. He knew this was just a temporary solution to the problem, and he would eventually have to make a serious decision.

He would have to request permission from the captain to do a little recon work against the Federation, for it's own good. In order to accomplish this he'd have to give the captain a very good reason, and that would be showing him the information that he'd already put together in this case. The risk of course would be exposing the captain and anyone else that got involved and offered to help out in this operation, when he was ready he would be ready.

Christopher Patton
ICQ # 11497863

"The Sorrow of the Symbionts," pt 1

By Ensign Kelt,
Flight Control Officer,
USS Galaxy

-- Starbase 357, promenade --

Although Starbase 357 isn't nearly as large as one of the shipyard size starbases, it's promenade is still filled with people. The medium sized Starbase functions as a nexus of trade in the sector, and as a result the promenade, with it's restaurant, terraces and shops is flourishing with beings from the entire sector and beyond. The promenade, shaped like a large and wide hall is especially crowded today, as it is designated as market day. Craftsmen and traders from the entire sector are allowed to off their goods for sale outside the shops as well, and in addition performers try to earn a proper living as well by entertaining the crowds.

With the extra amount of crowd, the lower levels of society are also drawn to the promenade. Petty criminals such as pickpockets scurry around in search of often easy prey. The only difficulty for them being the extra station security officers posted all over the promenade. They are successful in scaring off many of the pickpockets, but there other thieves that are not so obvious. Scam artists and salesmen of crooked or sometimes even stolen products are much harder to pick out at days like this.

Somewhat elevated above all this, is a balcony with terraces belonging to various bars and restaurants. From one of the tables at a somewhat crowded restaurant, Kelt has an excellent view of what is going on at the promenade. He has been sitting there, drinking a fruit juice and observing the promenade, for several hours now. It is a spectacle he cannot get observe enough of. Where others see a mass of people all wondering about aimlessly, Kelt observes patterns, watches specific persons, predicts their movement and observes their behavior towards each others.

His careful observation led him to catching a team of pickpockets in the act a little earlier. One of them would bump into a person, and another one would catch the victim, swiftly relieving the victim of his or her valuables. It wasn't until the third time this happened that Kelt actually saw what was really going on. Fortunately, the local security staff had noticed as well, and the third victim was also the last.

Observing these happenings was actually an idea presented to Kelt by his mate, K'Lial. As a result, Kelt is now down to his third fruit juice, and making only moderate progress. Sitting on the tropically decorated terrace, he stares at the crowds below him in concentration, unaware of two strangers approaching him from behind. One of them, a young woman, taps on his back. Kelt turns his head, and stares at the grinning face of a grinning young lady, an obvious Trill. Her companion, a Trill male stands slightly behind her and smiles cordially.

"Hiya Kelt," she blurts out cheerfully, "Mind if we join you?"

Despite the fact that Kelt does not recognize either of them, he invites them to sit at the table. After the two Trills have taken their seats, the woman smiles broadly and asks: "So Kelt, how have you been all these years?"

Kelt guesses the woman's age at no older than twenty five or thirty at the most, and gets a suspicion of what is going. Cordially, he replies: "I have been most well, thank you." After a short pause, he adds: "Do I know you?"

The woman bursts out laughing, while her companion just continues to smile. After calming down, woman continues: "Sorry, my name is Tamira Colin. This here is my friend Brent Tenol."

Kelt nods, after digging in his memory, then says: "There was a Alicia Colin, at the Vulcan embassy on Trill when I was in service there thirty years ago."

"And I know all about that, of course," the woman replies, still smiling, "Alicia died two years ago, and the Colin symbiont was passed on to this new host."

"I am never certain if I should offer my condolences or my congratulations." Kelt replies.

The man, silent until now, speaks: "In a way, nobody died, and one personality has been added to the person you see before you. I'd say a congratulation is more appropriate."

"Then I congratulate you." Kelt replies, still slightly puzzled by the whole situation. Although he worked with Alicia Colin for several years, he didn't work with her intensively, nor did he get to know her very well.

"Thanks," Tamira responds, still smiling. Kelt wonders if this woman is able not to smile. "So Kelt, what brings you to Starbase 357?

"I am employed with Starfleet these days. I'm stationed on the USS Galaxy, which is due to depart from this starbase tomorrow." Kelt explains, keeping his explanation brief, as always.

"Starfleet? How nice! That is certainly a career chance since the last time I saw you. Sometime you *must* tell me how that came to be. I'm sorry we can't stay and talk to you for hours as I'd love to do, but Tenol and I are sort of on a busy schedule. You may have heard about the Trill elections coming up in a few weeks, and with a lot of Trill living in this sector, all the major political parties are holding a campaign week here as well. Brent here is a candidate for the parliament you know, so we're supposed to be busy campaigning." The woman enthusiastically explains.

"How fascinating, these must be exiting days for you." Kelt responds.

"Exiting, I'll say!" Tamira blurts, "Brent, give him one of the handouts."

Reluctantly, as if he'd rather give it to a Trill, Brent opens his bag, and takes out a small device and hands it to Kelt. The device looks like a cheap trinket, and upon activating it shows a small hologram with the logo of a Trill political party, SLP. Not being into Trill politics, Kelt doesn't recognize the logo. He decides to be polite, and puts the trinket away, thanking Brent for the gift.

Tamira checks her chronometer, then rushes to her feet. "Well, we gotta run. When you see your wife, give her my best ok?"

"I will, good day" Kelt replies, then watches the two Trill disappear into the crowd. The Vulcan is left alone again on the Terrace, slightly puzzled over this strange encounter.

-- USS Galaxy, ten forward, one hour before departure --

Again alone, Kelt sits at a table in the ten-forward lounge. He is studying a padd with the duty shifts for the coming few days, along with other information relevant to the flight control department. His mind is nowhere near the chaotic encounter with the two Trill politicians on the Starbase, the day before. That's why he completely misses the Starbase news flash on one of the monitors in the lounge. Had the

"Starbase medical officials report there are two people confirmed dead, and at least sixteen injured after the bomb explosion at the Trill conservative party election convention. Security officials have not yet ruled out foul play, even though the bombing has not been claimed yet. We now go live to ......"

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De h.g. van Bas V.
B.veerman@student.utwente.nl
ICQ 1965600

"Dinner time" By Lt(jg) Tim O'Connell Security officer USS Galaxy

adding
Lt(jg) Eshar Jaron Security officer
(NPC of Lt O'COnner)

The restraunt was casual, Tim and Eshar were not the only uniformed officers in the area but the Matred had taken Tim's insistance to get a private table very seriously They were sitting in a corner with a beautiful view of the stars and how they reflected in her eyes.

The waiter brought them menus and Tim ordered a bottle of house wine. "so Eshar how do you like starbase security?" he asked as he poured 2 glasses of wine.

She grinned easily and began to tell a few stories of incidents and cons she has busted up and her latest promotion to Lt jg. She sipped her wine and asked, "Tim, how's it on the Galaxy?" Tim laughed and began to tell stories of his activities on the Latinum prince and Neil's injuries.

==2 hours pass..... the restraunt staff begins to move people out==

The two officers are having a great time, She told him of her Childhood on Trill and her experiences with the Symbiosis comittee, he told her of growing up in Chicago, his time on the force and they talk some more. A waiter approaches, "Sir, madam I apologize but we are closing up for the evening." The two officers start at that information and Tim smiles sheepishly, "Ok do you feel like a night cap, I know this decent tavern that serves a good scotch." She grinned and replied, "I have a better idea, stop by my quarters... I have some great scotch." The 2 officers left the restraunt and headed up to her quarters.

==10 minutes later Personal Quarters of LT(jg) Eshar Jaron==

The couple headed in to her quarters and sat down on the couch, She handed him a drink and sat across from him. They continued the conversation this time he talked about his family and she talked about hers. As they continued to talk they began to hold hands and get closer finally the two kissed, softly at first then with more passion. THey got up and began to move towards her bed room and Tim whispered in to her ear, "I did have one question how far down to those spots go anyway?" She smiled, kissed him and replied, "You'll find out soon enough."

====Next morning Same quarters ====

Tim woke up at 0645 as the computer chimed, he felt diffrent from his last few "companions" usually his first response is to get up and leave with a speed that convinced him what he was doing is just sick... this time he wanted to stay with her but he did have to head back to the vessel, He smiled at the beautiful woman in his arms and kissed her neck. Eshar stirred and snuggled in to his arms. He whispered in to her ear, "morning." She opened her eyes and looked at him and replied, "morning did you sleep well? I half expected not to see you." He chuckled, "no I slept fine, pleasent company I guess." He stroked her hair with his hands and finsihed, "well you did answer one question..." She smiled, kissed his lips and replied, "yea you now know about the spots, now will I see you again or was this one time?" Tim looked at her and replied, "You better believe you'll see me again I'm here for 2 more weeks, and after that we can keep in touch." She chuckled and replied, "That sounds like a plan. Now when are you due back to the ship." He replied, "I have to check in on deck 38 at 1200hours." She began to ask questions about the department on the Galaxy while the two of them began to reassemble and clean their uniforms. As they began to dress for the day he asked her, "Why all these questions about the Galaxy?" She grinned at him "I'm being reassigned there." He laughed and kissed her again, "well then I'll see you there. You'll love being on board." They finished dressing and steped out for breakfast.

"Delays and Promotions"
By Lt (jg) Tim Richeson
Tactical Officer

Tim was in his quarters, in an argument with an officer on Starbase.

"What do you mean a 'couple more days'? The party is TOMORROW."

The older man wearing a blue Starfleet uniform, had a pitiful look on his face. "Lieutenant, I can't be more sorry. Your order just hasn't arrived yet. It will be in well before your ship leaves base."

"So what am I suppose to do with a ship full of angry men?" Tim stood up in fury, "I could jus'....." he gave off a sigh, "Get it here ASAP. Got it?" then he tapped off his monitor.

The newly promoted Lieutenant tapped his combadge, "Richeson to Lucas... We have a problem. My order for the party hasn't come in yet. We're going to have to push the party back a few days."

=/\= What?? Tim, your joking right? =/\=

Sigh... "I wish, Lt. Commander Kengot said it will be in before we leave Starbase. So lets jus' hope. Richeson out."

Tim sat down and took off his rank insignia. He was proud to have been promoted after only his first mission out of the Academy. "Ahhh, what am I going to do..."

Searching for Answers
Lt. Karyn Dallas, Chief Counselor
USS Galaxy

She was tired. Karyn Dallas had not gotten much sleep since the St. Louis incident. The last few weeks had been a complete stress fest. She was extremely concerned for the Casey family. The sudden death of Dalane had cast a pall over the entire ship and Deiran...Deiran was in total robot mode. She knew he was trying to be strong for his wife and daughter but sooner or later he was going to have to grieve. For now, she wanted to give him time, something they all needed.

It was time to get ready for the funeral. Karyn found a black lace dress in the back of her closet with matching flats. It was brand new, she had bought it with Kathryn just before leaving the Enterprise. Kathryn had convinced her to buy it, saying everyone needed a basic black dress for special occasions. Karyn had relented, not wanting to argue with her big sister. She was only sorry she had to wear the dress for such a sad occasion.

As she dressed, she was plagued with memories of the last time she saw little Dalane Casey. It had been shortly after his birth. She'd been called into sickbay and been handed a PADD with the latest information on the baby's condition. The news was heartbreaking, especially when Deiran had sobbed so openly. She recalled the meeting she and the First Officer had had earlier. Deiran had been so worried about being a good father to his son and now he would never have that chance. Karyn pushed these thoughts out of her mind as she entered the holodeck.

***Holodeck 3***

Though Karyn was not empathic, it wasn't hard to sense the feelings of grief that filled the room. Nothing could have prepared her for what she felt when she entered, her hands became clammy, her throat went dry and suddenly all her rational thoughts meant nothing. There was just pain and silence.

Karyn took a seat beside Dr. Khan who was staring straight ahead. The meadow setting was beautiful. Then she saw Miran, crying into Deiran's chest. This broke the counselor's heart. The next thing Karyn knew, choked sobs were coming from her throat, tears pouring from her cheeks. She allowed all her emotion to flow through her. Sadness, Anger, Confusion. Nothing made sense. Why did he have to die? It wasn't fair. Bad things weren't supposed to happen to good people. The worst part was knowing there was nothing anyone could say or do to change things.

When Karyn reached Deiran and Miran she offered her condolences, "I am so very sorry for your loss. You both will need time but I want you to know that I'm here for you both if and when you need me. All you have to do is ask." Karyn looked to Miran but she didn't blink an eye.

"Thanks, Kar, we just might take you up on it." answered Deiran. Karyn turned to leave and felt a light brush on her shoulder. It was Nilani.

"You look exhausted. How are you holding up?"

"All right I guess, this is one experience I don't ever want to live through again."

"I know exactly how you feel." replied Nilani, placing her hand over her abdomen.

Karyn sensed her apprehension. "Don't worry, doctor, your babies are going to be fine and in time so will you. Right now just take things one day at a time."

Nilani nodded. "Listen, you look like you could use some rest. Why don't you lie down, we can hold things together for a while."

Karyn smiled. She meant it as a friend but something in her voice said she wouldn't take no for an answer. "All right, in a little while, I have something I need to do first. I'll see you in my office tomorrow morning."

Nilani nodded. Karyn turned and headed for sickbay.

***Sickbay***

Karyn came into sickbay, hoping to speak with Endris but she was still sleep. She went over to Adam's incubator. He was getting stronger every day, she was so pround of her fellow preemie. "Stay strong, little man and enjoy every moment of your life." Karyn smiled at the sleeping infant, suddenly feeling more at peace.

She left sickbay and returned to her quarters. She left orders for Ruina and Moses to check on the younger children on board, who no doubt had questions of their own about baby Casey. She also asked that they catch some shoreleave, they had been working nonstop since this had all began.

Karyn rolled to her quarters, hoping perhaps in her dreams, she would find the answers they needed.

"Night In"
Lieutenant JG Jordan Arisa
Lieutenant Cmdr. David Mercury
USS Galaxy

The lights were off in David's quarters when he returned from Alpha shift. Jordan was still sleeping. She had been working hard filling in with shuttle operations. He was very quiet as he placed his PADD on his desk. Walking over to the bedroom, he kicked off his shoes and made his way over to the bed. He kissed Jordan on the cheek and laid down on the bed next to her.

Rolling over Jordan opened her eyes, "Hey honey how was work?"

"Alright, I think we finally have this ship in one piece. How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted..," she moved in closer and grabbed hold of David.

"What do you want to do for dinner tonight, I heard that they are having a little party in Ten Forward since we are leaving starbase tomorrow."

"I'm really not in the mood, would you mind if.." she yawned, barely opening her eyes.

Moving his hand through her hair, "hey no problem, stay in bed I'll cook some dinner and we can relax here. Alright?"

"Thanks David." She smiled as she looked into his eyes. He was so perfect, she couldn't believe how lucky she was. She loved him with all her heart.

David gave Jordan another kiss and got out of bed to let Jordan rest. It was time to stir something up for dinner. It seemed like two seconds had past since Jordan and David first got together, its hard to believe that they have been together for almost three months. David could not be any happier, Jordan was the love of his life.

As she waited for him to bring dinner her mind drifted back to their first night together. That had been magical, Taya had been disappointed that it hadn't been more sordid when Jordan had told her on the starbase. Of course she supplied her with a few of their other more adventurous nights. Though, she revelled in the intimacy.

David returned with something that looked delicious, she had no idea what it was, but it looked great. "Thank you, you're too good to me. she said through dreamy eyes.

He smiled, then handed her a padd. "This message came for you, from the USS Triumph."

"That's my friend Taya." she opened the message and read it allowed. Jordan, guess who I'm fucking, she so eloquent, the CMO, he's 60." Jordan's eyebrows shot up, that certainly woke her.

"Wow." David said as he put the padd on the bedside table. "You're going to stay here tonight, right? Away from those couple hundred kids that T'ilis has stashed in there."

"There are four, Mila, Jayia, Pal and little Leseya. I find having them around oddly comforting, teaching Mila, playing with Jayia, helping Pal walk and rocking Leseya to sleep. Though, I spoke to Naprem the other night, God that girl has a lot of venom in her." Jordan finished off the dinner, feeling quite satisfied.

She looked up at David and cupped his face with her hand. "David, I love you."

He turned his head left to right kissing both her hands, "My love, you are so beautiful. I'm completely yours, heart, mind and soul. I love you."

"Mmm, come to bed, I think I have some energy for a little exercise." she said seductively as she undid his shirt, letting the covers fall away to reveal her naked body.

"I'm there."

--
Camilla Claudia Pretlove
Dan Josephs

“Fujisan.”
Lt. Benedict T’Kal
Tactical Officer

Lt. (jg) Catherine Page
NPC Science Officer
USS Galaxy

“I find it hard to believe that it’s a coincidence.” Benedict stared at Cathy Page as she sat in the seat next to him. She had just changed places with the Ensign that had originally been in the seat – who had been happy to trade with the beautiful Lieutenant (jg).

Cathy realized that to lie to him right now would be a real mistake – and those eyes. She felt lost in them. She smiled her sexiest smile and shrugged. “It’s shore leave Benedict – and I haven’t been to Earth in so long. I took the only seat left at the last minute when I found out you were coming. I knew I’d see you sooner than you thought earlier – I wanted to surprise you.”

Benedict could tell that she was hiding something – but he put it down to the fact that she just wanted to be with him regardless of how he felt about her. They would only be friends – she knew that – but he knew that she was having trouble believing it.

Perhaps spending a little time with her would make it easier. He smiled resignedly and said, “I knew it. You planned this didn’t you?”

She grinned and settled back. “Okay you got me.” She turned a little serious. “I would really like to spend some time with you – you’re my best friend. There’s no reason to keep so much distance just because you’re with someone else.” Keeping the lightness in her voice as she said those words was like twisting a blade in her heart. “I want to be your friend Benedict.” She patted his arm gently. “I miss you – you know that. But I know you don’t love me.” She felt a tear start to form in her eyes and she hurriedly turned away from him and wiped it away.

Benedict hated a woman crying. It was just one of those horribly sinister things that worked its way under the skin like a sharp knife – the weapon of zero mercy. “Okay.. okay. “ He said, “Just don’t start crying on me…” He sighed and wondered what Teb was doing right now. A whole week without seeing her.. Prophets!

**** 13 hours later. Narita Starport. New Tokyo Central Metropolis. ****

Benedict threw his bag into the open luggage compartment of the Avila Sports. Cathy dropped hers in too and ran her hand over the smooth deep blue fuselage of the sporty air-car. She waited for him to open the passenger door and then climbed in – lifting her long legs in after her and sliding the dark shades over her eyes as she settled in.

Benedict climbed in and dropped the gull-wing door. The systems came on-line and he shifted it into manual drive. It had been a year since he had been behind the wheel of one of these things. He strapped in and waited until Cathy had done the same. She smiled at him and ran her hands over the soft seats. “Where are we going?” She asked softly. She couldn’t believe that he had allowed her to travel with him. Even for a short time.

“I booked a place on the slopes of Fujisan.” He smiled. Mount Fuji – he was going there to retreat basically. There was a small Buddhist Temple close by that he had visited on several occasions during his Academy days. There was Hiroshi Tokaida, an Iaido Master who had trained with him – who would be happy to see his student return.

He ran his fingers across the small computer interface of the air car and the turbos whined as they climbed in power. He maneuvered it off the ground and steered into the climbing lanes – switching to City Central Traffic Control. The automated system took them into the expressway and then into the stream of traffic heading away from the gargantuan Japanese metropolis.

The trip took less than an hour – and they dropped on manual into the lower cloud layers for their first sight of the great mountain. Fujisan rose majestically – snow-capped from the forest ranges bordering the mountain. This was a sight that Benedict could never tire of – he would have liked very much to share it with Teb. He gunned the twin jets of the sportscar and they accelerated swiftly. It was responsive – and the auto deflection systems came on-line as they moved through the sound barrier.

Cathy clutched the seat as the small dark blue bullet of the Avila sped across the landscape. Benedict had a slight smile on his face as he took the vehicle lower – he was pushing it past the authorized limits – and it had been a while. He laughed to himself as he thought of Teb’s reckless streak – and he floored it. The acceleration pushed them back into their seats as the craft screamed over a small town. He pulled back on the speed and rolled it over to the left of the mountain.

He was still chuckling when the vehicle landed on auto-pilot on the small landing pad outside of the rented house set amongst the trees and terraced gardens on the side of Mt. Fuji.

It turned out to be a pleasant two days. Benedict spent most of his time walking the trails around Fujisan – and Cathy tried hard to keep up. He trained with his old teacher at the Temple and spent an evening over dinner with Cathy. They ended up talking for most of the night – and it seemed as if they could actually just be friends.

They were sitting together on the wooden porch. The night was cool and Cathy had dressed in a traditional Japanese silk Kimono that she had bought during a few hours in the city. She looked beautiful and she knew it. She sat in a pool of scarlet and white silk on a low futon cushion. Her hair was worn loose and it hung to her lower back. She decided to grow it long after seeing that Tebrianne had done something similar. It was a golden cascade of pale blonde curls.

She watched Benedict as he spent time training. The slow timed movements of his Kata were graceful. He was totally unaware of her – at least that was the impression he gave her. She was beginning to feel like a ‘hanger-on’. Well – that would soon change.

Catherine Page had discovered something very interesting. It seemed that there was a scheduled live concert on one of the Entertainment Channels. Direct feed from Risa. It was due to commence in a few minutes. She was almost purring over it. The remote was laying close to hand and she carefully sipped the hot tea that Benedict had prepared earlier.

Benedict had told her that Tebrianne had gone to a Flight Control Conference. Somewhere in the back-of-nowhere he’d said. He couldn’t even contact her apparently. Well – Cathy knew the truth about that. She smiled to herself as she watched him. He was so beautiful – this was the wedge that she’d been wishing for. The chink in his armour. The first seed of doubt. Tebrianne had lied to him. She had betrayed him – obviously meeting up with a lover – someone she had been with a long time ago.

It seemed that Tebrianne Bancroft was touring with her band The Punk Brats. Cathy sighed in so much contentment – she was here – alone with Benedict and she was about to uncover his lovers lie. She knew him – and he would take it very hard – and Cathy was here to take advantage of that if she could. She sat in perfect serenity.

She would leave here in the morning to travel to The Gerhardt Institute. She had the genetic samples stored in her luggage – and by the end of the day she would have everything in place to begin her plan.

The minutes ticked by. Finally it was time and she stood quietly and moved into the house. The remote activated the entertainment system and the large screen opened in the wall. She had already tuned the channel and the Risan Logo appeared. The announcer was warming up with the support act appearing shortly afterward.

It was loud and brash music – not to Cathy’s taste at all. But she watched in fascination as they played the first few songs.

Benedict walked in, rubbing himself with a towel. He turned to her and then glanced at the screen. He raised an eyebrow and said, “I didn’t think this was your kind of music?” He moved over to the drink cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine from a crystal decanter.

The sound was muted but still clear. Cathy shrugged and said, “It’s a live concert feed from Risa. You know I’ve never been there.” She smiled at him. He was bare-chested and the Golden Tiger tattoo was bronzed gold in the dim light. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat – his hair pulled tightly into a ponytail and he wore baggy black pants and bare feet. She wanted him so badly it was like an ache deep inside her. She was fighting to maintain a casual demeanor in the face of the excitement she felt.

Benedict sipped his wine – a great dark red Shiraz. He decided to take a few cases of it back to the Galaxy when he returned. “I’ve never been either.” He said. “One of these days Teb and I will probably get some time to go together.”

Cathy had to bite her lip to keep quiet. The support act was finishing. The stage went dark. There was movement as the band took their places.

“I think it’s a little over-rated actually.” Cathy said. “I look out that window and see that mountain and I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else.” She looked at him. She couldn’t imagine why Tebrianne would want to desert him – but she was so glad that she had. She kept her eyes on Benedict as she heard the first sounds of the drummer starting the back beat. The sound went up a notch and Benedict glanced at the screen in time to hear the whine of an electric guitar commence a complex rhythm.

The five main spot lights flicked onto the lone lead-guitarist in center stage. She was head down and concentrating on the music emanating from her instrument. In a dramatic commencement to the vocals she looked up – straight into a close-up. She looked wild – black fierce eyes and lips – but Tebrianne Bancroft’s voice belted out of the speakers.

Benedict froze. He recognized her immediately – and he was confused. This was Risa? Live? He stood silently and watched as Tebrianne sang the top song on The Punk Brats’ play list. The room vanished – all he could see and hear was Tebrianne.

“Isn’t that Tebrianne?” Cathy asked. She tried to sound surprised – but Benedict didn’t hear her. She could see the mask drop over his face. “I thought you said she was at a conference?” She asked a little louder. She could almost feel the knife twisting.

Benedict put down the glass of wine and looked accusingly at Cathy. She could see it in his eyes. He viewed this as ‘her’ fault! How could he? As if she’d planned this!

“You knew didn’t you.” He said quietly. There was a quiet menace in his voice that scared her. She shook her head in denial. “Turn it off.” He ordered.

She swallowed past the sudden dry throat and turned off the screen with the remote. He was still staring at her and for the first time she actually felt fear creeping into her mind. His eyes were burning violet. He was motionless.

They stared at each other for a few moments and then she saw the hurt flash through his eyes. “I think you’d better leave.” He said. “Now.”

Cathy wanted to tell him that she hadn’t done this to him – it was her! That Romulan Bitch! She couldn’t form any words – looking into those eyes and feeling his hostility was silencing her more effectively than anything she’d ever encountered. She drew herself up and gave him her best hurt look. She started to cry – the tears fell and she shook her head at him. He was totally impassive to it. She turned and ran out of the room and he walked out onto the balcony deck.

She packed her bags in a fury. It only took a few minutes to gather the clothing that she had brought with her and she slammed out of the house.

Benedict stood leaning on the wooden railing – staring out at Fujisan as the moonlight cast a pale glow over the ice peak. He heard the Avila start up and ascend. He watched the cars’ navigation lights as it moved toward the Tokyo expressway.

He turned and walked back into the silent house and looked at the darkened screen of the entertainment system. He picked up the remote and turned it on.

Tebrianne was singing – her voice was beautiful. He stood and watched her performance until it finished. She was spectacular – out there in front of a live crowd of thousands. She looked like she belonged there – and she had excluded him from that world with a casual lie. She had lied.

That fact plagued his mind for the next three days.

He arrived back on the Galaxy after a week.

"Shore Leave"
by Tebrianne Bancroft
and Julia Reynolds (NPC of Tebrianne Bancroft)
USS Galaxy

***

=/\= Shuttlecraft Esteban, you are clear for departure, =/\= the voice of the starbase operations officer squawked through the speaker of the small shuttle.

"Esteban confirms," Tebrianne said. "See you chaps in a week."

Her fingers slid across the controls as the diminutive shuttle disengaged from its docking birth and began it's slow ascent toward the bay doors that led to the freedom of empty space beyond. Jules said in the navigator's chair, nearly bouncing with excitement.

Once the shuttle was in the open, it lurched to full impulse power. Teb and Jules watched the starbase disappearing on the rear monitor as they streaked toward the edge of the system. With a sigh, Teb laid in a course for the conference.

"I thought we were going to Risa, Teb?" Jules asked.

"We are," she said. "But, we don't want everyone at the starbase to know that. Once we're far enough away, I'll adjust our course."

"Groovy, Teb," Jules said with a grin. "Now that we are officially on shore leave, I'm ditching this uniform. Back in a sec."

Teb smiled at her friend and watched her disappear into the back of the shuttle. Teb turned back to the front and watched the stars streaking by at warp. It was only a few moments before Jules returned wearing a pair of shorts and a Starfleet Academy t-shirt.

"I can't believe this thing still fits me," Jules said, pulling the end of it down over the waistband of her shorts.

"Barely," Teb said with a grin.

"This is how it fit me at the Academy too. I like small t-shirts. I don't know...I'm just weird that way. Doesn't look too bad, does it?"

"Not at all," Teb said. "Though, you might want to put on a bra before we leave the shuttle." She let out the giggles that had built up. "Do you want me to adjust the environmental controls?"

"I'm fine," Jules said, crossing her arms across her breasts. "It's much cooler without the uniform--I guess my body isn't used to it."

"Okay. If you want it a little warmer in here, just let me know." Teb smiled as she stood and stretched her legs. "I think you have the right idea though. Time to get out of this bloody uniform."

Teb set the computer on autopilot and stepped into the back of the shuttle. She could feel Jules' eyes on her as she started pulling off her duty jacket. Why did she have to choose the bloody small shuttle without the privacy.

"You always were modest," Jules said.

"What?"

"You're hesitating. You don't want to be seen undressed. You always did that when we were living together. You'd never undress when I was in the room." Jules tossled her blonde hair and smiled at Teb. "I think I'll go check on our course."

"It's not my way," Teb called as Jules moved up to the pilot's chair.

"Yeah, but you have no problem showing everything but your privates, right?"

"They're private for a reason." Teb stripped off her tunic and dropped it into the chair.

"True," Jules called again.

Teb started humming as she kicked off her boots and laid her trousers across the back of the chair in which her tunic lay. She reached into her carry-all for her overalls when a gasp from the front of the cabin caught her attention.

"You weren't wearing anything under your uniform? Oh my god, Teb, you vixen!"

"It's not like that," Teb said quickly, covering herself with the overalls. Her cheeks were starting to burn and she could feel her body flushing brightly. "I had a surprise planned for Ben, but he had the privacy mode engaged in the holodeck."

"You were gonna...?"

"Yes, I was," Teb said. "Now, can I please finish getting dressed?"

Jules turned around, the smile barely concealed on her face.

Teb pulled the overalls on. She glanced back at Jules--who stood at the front of the cabin, hiding the fact that she was watching in the reflection from the viewscreen. Butterflies were dancing in Teb's stomach. The greenish tinge in her cheeks was fading when Jules turned back around.

"I'm sorry about that, Teb," Jules said, sitting on the small acceleration bench in the aft compartment. "I didn't mean to pry."

"That's okay," Teb said. "And, yes, I was going to try to have my wicked way with Ben before I left, but he'd sequestered himself. Do you have any idea how scratchy the standard issue uniform is?"

"I can't say that I do." Jules grinned at Teb. She never was the adventurous one. She'd admitted it on more than a few occasions. "Have you ever...? You know. In the holodeck."

Teb nodded. "Once."

"That was the time with Commander Casey," Jules asked. Teb nodded. "I'm sorry, Teb. I didn't mean to bring it up. I know how you feel about the incident."

"Don't worry about it Jules. It's getting easier to deal with, but I'd still rather not talk about it."

"Have you ever thought about... With a character on the holodeck?"

Teb tilted her head sideways and looked at Jules. "No," she said. "Not really. There just seems to be something wrong about it. The intimacy isn't there...the emotional contact."

Jules nodded. "I know what you mean."

"Have you?"

"What?"

"Thought about it? With a holographic character?"

Jules didn't move to answer, she just looked out the viewport.

"You have? Who was it Jules? Someone on the Galaxy? Don't you bloody clam on me now, Julia Reynolds."

Jules concentrated on the stars streaking by at warp. She'd backed herself into a corner with her own interrogation. She'd backed herself into a position where she'd either say nothing, lie to her best friend, or confess to fantasizing about making love to Tebrianne in the holodeck.

"After your evening with Deiran," she began. "I was jealous of you, so I thought about running a program and let Deiran Casey have his wicked way with me." She lied. She felt bad and hurt that she would even think about saying something like that, but she couldn't tell Teb. Not and risk losing her.

"Bloody hell, Jules," Teb squawked, mouth gaping. "You little...? Casey?"

"It was a fit of jealousy," Jules protested. "I don't know what came over me."

"If I remember correctly," Teb grinned. "You were bowing at my feet for doing it with Deiran."

Jules swallowed hard. Her heart thundered in her chest as her mind raced for more excuses. A voice in the back of her head screamed, "Change the subject."

"Well, who wouldn't be? Most eligible adulterer on the ship, right?" They both broke down in a fit of hysterics with Jules silently thanking whichever Muse sent her that dodge.

When the giggles died down, Teb looked out through the viewport and sighed. "I miss Ben."

"My company isn't good enough?"

"That's not it," Teb said. "I feel bloody rotten for lying to him."

Jules nodded. "I know what you're feeling. Lying to the person you love hurts a lot. But, if he really loves you, he'll be able to forgive you for that." And, you'll forgive me for not telling you the truth, she added silently.

"Yeah," Teb said. "I just hope he can. I mean, honor and all that is very important to Ben, and if he knows that I lied to him, I don't know how he'll take it."

Jules put a hand on Teb's bare shoulder and smiled at her friend. She could almost feel the electricity of the touch. "Well, if he does dump you over this, I'll still be here for you."

Teb was able to manage a weak grin as she placed a hand on Jules'. "Thanks, Jules."

Jules ran her finger around the circular disc on Teb's shoulder. The black and white teardrops joined together. Teb called it yin and yang. "I like your tattoos. I could never do anything that wild." She noticed the bumps that suddenly covered Tebrianne's shoulder and arms.

"We could both get matching tattoos when we're on Risa."

"That would be fab," Jules squealed with barely contained excitement. "You'll probably have to sedate me, but that would be so wild."

"You won't need to be sedated," Teb said, and then with a smile added, "I'll be there for you."

***

Teb would be going on stage in another fifteen minutes. She was busy fussing in front of the mirror at the moment and Jules was left to admire her new tattoo. She and Teb had gotten them earlier that day: a pair of intertwining Pellek'n vines that circled the wrist several times and ended as a knot on the back of the hand. They decided it was a sign of their friendship.

"You should get to your seat," Teb said from the mirror. Jules had to stifle a snicker at her friend's lisping. "You don't want to miss the start of the show."

"I know," Jules said. "I can't believe you also got your tongue pierced."

"My wild streak," Teb grinned. "I thought it would be fun. Of course, since it was done in a sanctioned vendor's booth, this one didn't bloody hurt like the last time I did this."

"That's good."

Teb stood and opened her arms wide. "Well?"

"You look great, Teb," Jules squawked. "This is so exciting. My first tattoo, my first punk concert. Thank you for asking me to come with you."

"I couldn't think of anyone other friend that I could actually sing in front of. I would be too self-conscious in front of Ben."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know," Teb said. "I think part of it is that I love him so much and the thought of having him out there, seeing me like this would freeze me up like an Efrosian freeze ball."

"What makes having me out there any different?"

Teb scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out. "You weren't supposed to ask me that because now I am going to think about it."

"There is nothing you can do up there that will change the way I feel about you, Tebrianne Bancroft," Jules said. "You're going up there my best friend and you're coming down my best friend."

"Thanks Jules," Teb said. "I really miss Ben. Do you think I did the right thing? Not having him out there?"

"I don't know," Jules said. "This is the best time I've had in my entire life. I can't imagine a time when I've been this happy. You're going onstage in ten minutes, you did what you thought you had to do. Worry about Benedict when you're done. You've got a crowd to knock dead." God knows you've already knocked me dead.

Teb grinned again. Jules could feel the butterflies in her stomach. The black makeup looked really good on Teb. Her heart hammered out a rhythm in her chest that the most adept drummer would have trouble keeping up with.

"Thank you, Jules," Teb said. "You're the best friend a punk brat could ever ask for." She hefted her guitar and slung it over her back. "How do I look?"

"Hot," Jules purred. "Knock their socks off." Jules gave Teb a tight hug. "Since Ben isn't here to do it..." Jules leaned forward and planted a kiss firmly on Tebrianne's painted lips. There was definitely electricity. "Good luck, Teb."

Before Teb could fully react, Julia quickly ducked out of the dressing room and headed towards her seat--her entire body tingling with excitement.

Teb caught her breath after Julia had departed the room. She could feel her body tingling all over. Absently she touched her lips. She'd just kissed a girl? Or a girl kissed her. There was nothing wrong with that, right? It's not like they did anything more. Kissing Jules, or being kissed by Jules, didn't make her unfaithful, did it?

"Let's get into a places," a voice called.

Teb wandered into the green room where the rest of the band was waiting for her. It would be great to be on stage again.

As Tebrianne waited for the signal to go, she couldn't get her mind off the kiss with Jules, which made her wish that Ben was there even more. She was still tingling from that kiss, and needed Ben in the worst possible way. Take the energy and use it, she told herself.

As the concert started, the sexual undertones of the 'Brats' music came through like it never had before. Images of Ben danced in Tebrianne's vision as she belted out song after song. She dedicated the first song to her best friend Jules, but everything else was devoted to Benedict T'Kal--the man who held her heart.

***

"What a concert," Jules said, sipping at the glass of brandy in her hand. "You guys were amazing."

"Thanks," Teb said sheepishly. She splashed lightly in the jacuzzi they sat in. "It was great to be there again. I wish I'd asked Ben to come. I don't think it would have bothered me as much."

Julia's head drooped and she sunk further into the water. "Oh."

"I didn't mean it like that, Jules," Teb said, gliding over to her friend's side. "I wouldn't trade what we've shared for the universe. This has been a very special shore leave for me. I found my friend that I thought I'd lost. You're my best friend."

Julia smiled. The tingling started again when she felt Tebrianne's naked body against hers. Teb put an arm around her shoulder and brushed a lock of hair out of Jules' face.

"Thanks," Jules said. "Not feeling as modest tonight?"

"No," Teb said with a giggle. "I guess not. I think it's all the alcohol we've been drinking." Tebrianne pulled Jules into a hug.

Without thinking, Jules brushed her lips against Tebrianne's. A long silent moment passed between the two as neither could look up into the eyes of the other. Jules suddenly felt very self-conscious. Then Tebrianne leaned close and kissed her. It felt like her mind was going to explode.

"I don't want to come between the two of you," Julia said with a sudden look of seriousness.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Ben."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you," Julia said. "I know we can't go any further than we have, but I want you to know that. When I said that I fantasized about making love to Deiran in the holodeck, it was really you I was thinking about."

"Crikey," Teb said. "I didn't... Oh, god, and I've been going on about me and Ben...and you... Jules, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't think."

"It's okay," Jules said with a smile. "I've got you as my best friend...and I'm okay with that."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Jules said. "You and Ben are so happy. I wouldn't want to interfere in that. As long as we're friends, I'll be fine. It's not like I want to jump you or anything. Okay, so I do want to jump you...but I've gotten by without for this long...what's a little longer? Besides, it keeps me focused on my work."

Teb hugged Julia again. "For what it's worth, I'm very flattered. And, even though I've never fancied women in that way, if Ben wasn't my soul mate, I think I could see myself with you." Teb gave Jules a kiss that left her gasping for breath when they broke. As Julia sucked in gulps of air, Teb smiled. "You could definitely give Ben a run for the money in the kissing department."

"Now you're teasing me," Julia said, splashing wildly. "Is he really good?"

"Bloody amazing," Teb said. "I wonder what he'll think of the pierced tongue?"

Julia smiled. "Well, if he doesn't like it, I do."

"What? You expect me to go snoggin' with you behind my boyfriend's back?"

"A girl can dream, can't she?

"Speaking of dreaming, we'd better get to bed if we're going to make that hike to the falls tomorrow."

"Good idea," Jules said. "I'm turning into a prune."

***

The rest of the trip had been fun. Hiking, camping under the stars, swimming in the lakes, and going to clubs around the city. The occasional stolen kiss did happen, but for the most part Teb and Jules didn't bring up Julia's feelings for Tebrianne. They both knew that Teb's heart belonged to Benedict. The chaotic, wild side of the Galaxy's chief helmsman thrilled at the edge she walked along when kissing her best friend...but that was as far as her heart would allow her to take things.

The small shuttle touched down on the Galaxy's landing deck. Teb and Jules looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

"Thank you," Jules said softly. "For everything. You're the best friend I could ever ask for."

"I know we've had some rough times in the past. I guess things would have been different if I knew how you felt about me. I don't know how I would have taken it then, but you are my best friend. I do love you, but my heart belongs to Ben."

"I know," Jules said. "And, he's the luckiest guy ever."

"Thanks," Teb said with a grin. Teb leaned forward and gave Jules a kiss. "We should probably get out of the shuttle before the flight crew start wondering."

"You just want to go give your man a tumble."

"And, what of it?"

"I'll see you later Teb."

"You too, Julia," Teb said. Another quick kiss, and the shuttle door opened. The two women descended the ramp and went their separate directions.

***

Teb tapped the door chime outside Benedict's door. It felt good to be home.

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"Convergence"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Captain's Log: Stardate 499903.22

I suppose I should be grateful that things didn't turn out worse. Starfleet Command has finished their investigation into the battle between the USS Galaxy and the USS St.Louis at the Kenda system. While no formal charges or actions have been filed against me as Captain of the Galaxy, I can't help but think our current assignment is anything more than a reflection of the top brass disapproval with myself as commanding officer. They have pulled the Galaxy off of the Federation boarders where we have patrolled for the better part of a year, keeping the Cardassian/Dominion alliance in check and Federation shipping lanes open for trade.

The Galaxy has been sent across the quadrant to the distant Narendra system which boarders Federation, Klingon and Romulan space. This system was once of military importance before the Federation and Klingon Empire formed their treaty, but now it is pretty much a ghost system, abandoned twenty years ago after the fabled battle at Narendra III.

We are to conduct scientific studies of spatial subparticles in the area. Not exactly a pressing assignment which leads to my belief that Starfleet Command is doing this as a form of punishment to myself and this crew. I guess I should be thankful they didn't decide to demote me.

On a more positive note, the wedding for Lieutenant jg Yazron Beq and Ensign Lorraine Ronalds is scheduled for later this afternoon. This assignment to the middle of nowhere should allow everyone the opportunity to enjoy the union of this couple. It will be only the second wedding ceremony I have administered on board the USS Galaxy. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone in their dress uniforms later today.

"Computer end log entry." Captain Price ordered while rising out of his chair and giving his duty jacket a quick tug. Lee then walked out of his ready room and onto the bridge.

Things were relatively calm except over near the Science stations where there were several officers busily working on their systems to configure everything for taking the studies of subparticles Starfleet had ordered. Everyone seemed to be pretty laid back, safe in knowing they weren't about to be jumped by Dominion warships this far from Cardassian space.

Commander Casey was sitting in the Captain's chair reading over a padd with a serious expression. Deiran had been rather quiet the last few weeks, ever since he and Miran lost their baby. Lee could understand how hard that must be for his Executive Officer to deal with. So far Deiran had been pretty closed off about it. Internalizing his pain, and immerging himself into his work.

It was Alpha shift, so all of the familiar faces were on the bridge. Lieutenant Commander Bancroft was manning the helm next to Lieutenant Commander Thomas at Ops. At the back of the bridge stood Lieutenant Commander Hunter McKenzie who stood proudly even though there was not much going on for the Chief Tactical Officer to be concerned with at the moment.

"Anything to report 'mate?" Lee asked as he stepped into the command well.

Deiran glanced up from his padd. His expression still distant and numb. "No sir. All quiet as to be expected this far out."

Lee placed his hands behind his back and held them there while drawing in a deep breath. "Bonzer. The crew can use some quiet for a change. I need to go and oversee the wedding arrangements for Lieutenant' Beq and Ensign Ronalds."

Deiran looked up at the Captain for a moment. "That's right, the wedding is today isn't it?"

"Aye 'mate. At 16:00 hours in the main shuttle bay." Captain Price reminded.

Deiran's eyes looked off in the distance, "I'll have to have Miran pick out a gift. She likes doing that sort of thing. Why did they choose to have it in the shuttle bay and not in the Holodeck sir?"

"They are having the wedding reception in the holodeck. Lorraine wanted to have it in the shuttle bay with the doors open so everyone can see the stars. I'm not sure what the holodeck reception is going to be all about. Lieutenant' Beq wanted to keep that a surprise." the Captain explained.

"It should be a lot of fun knowing Yazron." Deiran admitted.

"Well, if you think you can handle things here 'mate... I'll go see to the arrangements in the main shuttle bay." Captain Price began to excuse himself.

Looking around the relatively quiet bridge other than the scientists working on the spatial study, Deiran shrugged his shoulders. "I think I can handle it sir." he grinned wryly.

"Fair dinkum. See you later on then. G'day 'mate."

Captain Price turned and exited the bridge through the turbolift.

*****

*** The past 2295 ***

The elegant outline of an Excelsior class starship makes it's way through space. Zooming in and dissolving through the canopy of the bridge, we find a female officer pouring the Captain a glass of tea into a fine white china cup.

"Outstanding!" Captain Hikaru Sulu declares as he tastes the freshly poured tea. "Why this is even better than the last one I tried Janice."

Commander Rand smiled warmly at the Captain. Her short blonde hair seemed to bounce as she placed the white tea pot back on the tray. "There are several more blends available sir. Tellar is known for it's fine cuisine, but few people realize they have an extensive line of teas and herbal brews as well. All just as delicious as their food."

"It makes me glad that we got this assignment to pick up the Tellarite Ambassador and deliver him to the Federation Diplomatic Conference back on Earth." Sulu nodded, "Helm, how long before we reach Tellar?"

The beared officer at the helm glanced down at the console, cross referencing the center navigational station before responding to the Captain's query. "At present speed, vey should arrive at planet Tellar within the next eight hours Captin."

Captain Sulu leaned back in the command chair and cradled his tea cup in both hands. "Excellent. That gives me plenty of time to try more of these Tellarite teas."

Janice gathered up the tray and smiled, "I'll go prepare another blend Captain. There is a tangerine one I think you'll find to your liking."

"I can hardly wait Commander." Sulu smiled.

*****

*** The Behemoth ***

A spiked heal of tight, red leather shoves Matthew's collared face back. The chains rattle as the choke leash is drawn tight, but in a playful fashion.

"Patients my little dumpling. Soon there will be plenty of time for love games after the inter-universe jumpgate has been activated and I succeed at bringing the Behemoth and her loyal crew to the goody-goody universe to begin my conquest, starting with the USS Galaxy!"

Albrecht begins to caress the Butcher's leather clad thigh, running a tongue up and down her leg. Matthew was wearing a black leather restraining harness and little else while Hoglips held on tightly to the silver chains in dominatrix fashion. "How much longer must I wait my queen? I am wanting for you now..."

"There, there my pet. I shall see how much longer Doctor Soren requires before we can activate the network of satellites that will allow this entire ship to pass over to the mirror universe." Reaching out, the evil Endris Gakor activates the communications screen.

An annoyed, white hared El Aurian pivots around to face the screen. "What do you want now!? I must be allowed to work undisturbed if I am to finish Empress."

"Watch your tone Doctor, or instead of rewarding you with a way into the nexus, I shall simply have you tortured and executed for muffin's entertainment!" Gakor hissed back viciously, causing Matthew to smile at the thought.

Doctor Soren pressed his lips together angrily, but he held his tongue. "I must finish aligning the satellites output beams. It will be several more hours before everything is synchronized. So please, let me finish my work so that we may each go our own separate ways with that which we both want."

"I will give you eight hours Doctor. At that time, your promises of an inter-universe jumpgate had better prove to be true, or you shall serve as the nightly torture entertainment for my pet. Make it work Doctor, or else!" Gakor closed the channel and the view screen switched back to the space view of the twelve separate satellites that were arranged in a circle in space.

"Well lipkin, it looks like your mistress has some time to waste after all. Maybe you'd enjoy a good spanking to get things started?"

Matthew nodded eagerly while looking at his lover with wanting eyes. He watched as the evil Endris walked to a near by counter in her private love den and pulled off the white linen covering, revealing an assortment of masochistic devices and toys. "Hummm, where shall we begin scrumptious?"

Ensign Micheal Stevens

'Finally,' Stevens thought. 'Back to duty as usual.' Stevens walked to ten-forward hoping just get his regular and catch up with his only friend on board. As he walked on he saw a new face. In a gold collar no less. "Ensign," Stevens said as he walked by the new crewman. 'What was his name agian? Croce? Yes. That's it. He's one of the newbies.' Stevens was feeling a bit sure of himself today. He'd forgotten he'd only come onboard a short while ago.

As the ten-forward doors hissed open he saw his friend. "Door, can I have my regular?"

"And what is that?" Door said with a straight face. He then gave a little chuckle and said,"Sure thing. One Bajoran Fruit Blend coming right up." He grabbed the glass and began mixing. "You seem to be in a good mood. What's up?"

"I had a break throught the other night. You know on that project? I think i finally figured out why I couldn't get the subspace feild to stablize on retraction!"

"That's great! Care to share?"

"No." Stevens said in a very cold, shuttery tone. "maybe if it works but not until then."

Door handed the drink over and was silent for a while letting his betazoid half feel out Stevens. After a while Door spoke up,"You know I'm happy for you, right?" Stevens nodded. "Well then you need to take this into account. What you're doing is great but you are lacking something. A woman."

Stevens looked at him, and with only a beat passing said,"I hate you."

"You know I'm right. I mean Look at that couple over there." A couple sat at one of the windows looking at the stars. "You want that don't you? You don't have answer, I can feel it. You want to be able to look at someone and feel the same as you do when that drink takes effect."

"Screw love, love sucks." Stevens said as Door started to drive the point home.

"You're Human. You need to feel that human side of you experiance new things. Let your duties come second and let being human come first."

"I still hate you. You know that?"

"Whatever, get the hell outta here before Electra comes out here and finds out that I just bought you that drink."

Stevens said good bye and walked out. 'Maybe... yeah, more human i can do that. I hope...'

"This is it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
By Lt(jg) Yazron Beq
Tactical Officer
USS Galaxy

***Beq's Quarters***

Nothing, nothing could have made this better for Yaz - not even his own command! His wedding was only a few hours away. He hadn't seen Lorraine since last night when she had insisted on going to Kelsh's quarters as she believed in the tradition of not seeing the groom for the day of the wedding. He was getting ready then he thought of something he had meant to do.

"Computer record message."

[bleep]

"Tim

I forgot to ask, so sorry this is at short notice but I was wondering if you could be my guest of honour. This is a Trill tradition and you will have to be an 'escort' to my mother during the ceremony. I believe you met her when she arrived. I hope this isn't too much trouble.

Yaz."

"Computer sent message to Mr. Richeson."

['Message sent']

He went back to getting his tie on before heading to Lucas's quarters to tell him about the guest of honor.

Lt(jg) Yazron Beq, Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

Sunder patted the unidentifiable, amorphous lump that lay under the covers next to him. Where he patted it, well, that was a good question. Cat had a habit of huddling under the covers, completely covering herself, and pulling all the blankets around her like a black hole sucks in matter. Sunder chose a portion that looked like her rear, second-guessed himself, and then patted it anyway.

He was a habitual early-riser. Even on holidays, there was just something about sleeping in that seemed wasteful. The day was there to make use of. No-one accomplished anything by sleeping in. He moved to get out of the bed, hoping he didn't disturb Cat.

" Ursa... ", the lump groaned from under the blankets. " You're on leave for the next few days. Come back to bed. "

" We've got holodeck reservations in fourty-five minutes. You don't want to be late, do you? " He asked in a composed voice. He'd finally gotten a chance to try out that Alaskan program Albrecht had prepared for him. Matthew was busy with the new baby and his recovering wife, and so he insisted that Ursa take the program and use it himself. He and Cat had arranged for a few days of absence and this was a perfect opportunity to try out the program for a day.

It was a compromise deal. Cat wasn't too fond of sloshing through the ice mountains of the frozen north of Terra, but in turn, Ursa wasn't really up for a sunny vacation marching through the Sahara on a desert marathon! So, he traded one for the other. He'd go to the Sahara if Cat went with him to Alaska.

" It's a hologram dear! They'll still be there even if we're a little bit late! " Cat's muffled voice whined from under the blankets.

Sleeping was a biological necessity to some; to others it was an art form, and Cat had mastered the art extremely well. Still, there was no doubting that she needed it. With the virus-laden stress of the St Louis and the Cadeucus affair behind her, she was then left to face the birth of Matthew and Endris's child Adam, and the death of the Casey's infant. She needed her sleep.

In the same light though, she also needed to take her mind of the events. That was what vacations were all about - especially therapeutic ones.

Sunder picked up the bundle of blankets with Cat still inside them.

" Come on... time's a-wasting and so is the daylight. "

" Ursa...mmmph... what re...me go! " She howled as the blankets shifted, occasionaly filling her mouth with fabric.

He walked her over to the shower and set it for liquid instead of the sonic variety. An evil smile creased his face as he tore the blankets off Cat who stood dumfoundedly for a second before the water hit her.

" Hieooo-ow-owww! " She cried in surprise as the jets splashed her in, thankfully, warm water.

" Are you awake now? " Sunder asked innocently.

" Let me show you! " She shouted, pulling him into the shower, pajamas and all.

" Cat! I'm dressed! "

" Oh? Well, let me fix that... " She said, matching his evil smile with one of her own.

"Stuck And About to Come Unhinged"
By Lt. T'Zaq -Engineering officer and
Lt(jg) Neil Bolitho - Security officer

After a night of partying hearty in the officer's lounge, T'Zaq was *more* than ready for some rest. The excited tension had taken its toll on her mind, and the Sulamid Sucrose Sunset she had consumed was beginning to make her feel very zonked out. She stumbled out of the lounge and barely made her way toward the nearest turbolift.

"Deck 3," she mumbled, upon entering the cylinder. The lift obediently hummed to life and began moving. It stopped a short while later to pick up another passenger. Not really wanting to make conversation at her present state of mind, T'Zaq tried to nod politely at him. He smiled and nodded back as the lift continued on its way.

Suddenly, everything ground to a sickening halt. The lights dimmed slightly and a red warning light began to silently flash on the turbolift control panel.

"Uhm." was all T'Zaq could manage.

"We seem to be... stuck." the security officer offered.

The intercom speaker clicked on and a voice neither of them recognized announced, "We are temporarily relaying power to the impulse systems to speed up repairs. Please refrain from using the turbolifts at this time, for your own safety. Hold position, or use Jefferies Tube 9 until power is restored as soon as possible. We apologize for the inconvenience." The speaker clicked off, returning them to silence.

Neil turned to glance at his stuck compatriot wondering where he has seen her before,slightly shaking his head he sighed in resignation

" That message should have been relayed at least 5 minutes before taking the turbolifts off line" Said Neil shaking his head. "Typical engineers, they......"

Neil suddenly stopped realising where he had seen the Lt. before .....in engineering!

" Ahhh...ummm my apologies... Ma'am I uhh..."

*Way to go Neil! Criticize engineering in front of a senior engineering officer and a Vulcan as well ! Just how stupid can you be? Don't answer that!* Neil berated himself.

Neil stood up a little straighter, and prepared to receive the dressing down that would no doubt include how highly illogical it was to complain that engineering was the fault of the turbolift being shut down! Staring back at the Lt. he noticed she swayed slightly!

*Swayed!* "Ma'am are you ok?" queried Bolitho.

T'Zaq grunted, "Fine," as she slowly slid down to the floor. Neil stared down at her for a minute, not sure what to do.

"Do you need any help?" he offered chivalrously.

"No!" she exploded in a sudden outburst of anger, causing Neil to jump back, startled. He'd never seen a Vulcan like this before.

"Let me alone!" she whined, rubbing her aching forehead.

Neil frowned, stepped forward and kneeled on the floor beside the moaning Vulcan. *Moaning Vulcan now there was a contridiction in terms!*

"Lt. If you don't let me help you I will merely declare a medical emegency and have you transported to sickbay!"

"Don't you dare!" She glared at him for a minute. "Stop looking at me so smug! What do I look like, an idiot?" In another angry outburst, she banged repeatedly on the wall of the turbolift, as if it would magically open. The doors remained firmly shut, although a fist-sized dent appeared on the wall.

***

At that very moment, Ensigns Rayleen Darksenth and Trion Shaela happened to be walking past the Deck 9 turboshaft on their way to the Stellar Cartography lab.

"Did you hear something?" the Bajoran stopped in her tracks and tilted her head a little to the side, as if listening for something far away.

Rayleen shrugged a little. "Like what?"

"Like... yelling. Ssh!" Shaela hissed, motioning for her partner to be quiet.

Sure enough, a faint sound of shouting could be heard from somewhere overhead. "Don't.... Stop!!" Then a loud thud of flesh upon metal, several times in succession.

The two ensigns looked at each other, snickered, and continued on their way.

***

Neil at the screeched order from the Lt. removed the smug smile from his face, well it couldn't be helped, it was .....the first time he had ever seen a Vulcan .... *how could he describe this* ... lose it like this.

He had always admired the Vulcans' ability to suppress their emotions. It had been something he had tried to emulate being a security officer. Tried but failed miserably.

Turning his attention back to the Vulcan, he visibly winced at the sickening thud of her fist into the Turbolift door leaving behind a visible dent, as T'Zaq brought her fist back for another repititive blow, Neil slowly brought up his hand and caught her fist within his hand.

"Enough" said Neil calmly.

The glare he received from the Vulcan, made Neil internally cringe and instantly wonder if he should just have shot her first with his phaser on light, no better make that heavy stun, but Neil did his best to return the look with a level calm gaze.

*Wow those eyes! Do Vulcans have blue eyes?* Now was not the time for discussion on genealogy! Neil shook his head to break off from the almost hypnotizing stare.

"Enough!" He probed again nodding his head. Gently he pushed T'Zaq backwards away from the offending door.

Suddenly, the turbolift startled to life, powering up with a healthy-sounding hum. It continued on to its queued destination, deck three, and opened. T'Zaq stared stupidly at the open doors for a moment, then realizing this was her chance to escape, quickly got to her feet and blundered out the door as best she could. She ran down the hallway at warp speed to her quarters, kicking off her boots just as she fell into her bed. She was sound asleep by the time the speakers clicked on yet again.

"Power has been restored to the turbolifts, you may now use them at your convenience. Thank you for your patience."

***

Neil had been immediately relieved the moment the turbolift lurched into motion. Quickly the lift arrived at the Vulcan Lt's deck, without a further glance at Neil she had stared at the beckoning passage way for a few seconds before roughly pulling her hand out of his grasp and took off like a high speed shuttle out of the turbolift and down the corridor.

Neil's eyes had followed T'Zaq as she exploded into motion and ran down the corridor occasionally bouncing of the wall as she ran. Neil was tempted to follow her but decided against it.

"Computer halt Turbo lift doors!" barked out Neil as the doors began to close. The doors immediately sprang open again. Neil continued watching until the fleeing figure disappeared around the corner.

"Computer track and identify running personnel on deck 3 section..."Neil quickly looked at the section number on the wall right outside the turbolift....."Alpha twenty one Security clearance Bolitho gamma Kilo alpha 6713.

[Personnel identified as Lt. T'Zaq serial no ....]

"Thank you Computer!" interrupted Neil. "Please confirm that her quarters are on this deck and that she is in them?"

[Lt T'Zaq has just arrived in her quarters]

Neil nodded in satisfaction knowing at least that he wouldn't find the Vulcan passed on one of the decks during his duty shift! " Computer resume turbolift" With that the doors snapped shut.

ONCE MORE...WITH FEELING
Ensign Mohammed Uhura
Science Officer
USS Galaxy NCC-70637

Mohammed pulled out his dress white uniform and checked it carefully and meticulously. He adjusted the pips on the collar and inspected it for cleanliness and press. It was perfect...immaculate. He smiled. A wedding. In a few hours there would be a wedding. That was truly one of the blessed events two people could enter into. An eternal bond, a union that would bind their souls together from here and ever after.

He remembered the day that he married Tashi. The most glorious moment of his life. He couldn't have picked a more beautiful woman to be his wife. Now she was pregnant again with their third child. He had been checking on her regularly. He even considered having her come to the Galaxy where they could be together but he decided that it would be too much of an upheaval right now.

He looked around for the wedding gift he'd gotten for Yazon Beq and Lorraine Ronalds. A Mobutu love bracelet, which was one long bracelet that when pulled apart made two, one for each member of the union. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry and a symbol of how one becomes two and two become one. Made of beautiful precious stones of every color of the rainbow.

He looked at his own Mobutu bracelet. 'Oh Tashi,' he thought to himself. 'The love of my life. The center of my universe.' He sat down and began wrapping his wedding gift. In the wedding customs of his people and family gifts such as the Mobutu bracelet were never wrapped. It was believed that it hindered the sanctity of the spirit of which it was given. But how many people onboard would know or understand the traditions of the ancient Mobutu, a people who only exist now in memory, history and hologram. No, he wouldn't wrap the bracelet. Something his great grandmother came into his mind. 'To understand we must learn. To learn we must understand. Therefore we all must share. Therefore we all must teach.'

The electronic chirping brought his attention back. Someone was at his door. He stood up, never receive guest while seated. Another of his great grandmother's teachings. He went to the door and touched the panel to open it. He could have given a voice command which would have opened the door automatically, but he considered it rude not to be at the door to greet his guest.

The door opened and standing there, much to his surprise, was the Vulcan T'Shonra. She had never visited his quarters before. As a matter of fact they rarely even talked beyond the scope of their duties. He wasn't even sure she knew where his quarters were.

"T'Shonra, Greetings and welcome. Please come in." Mohammed said. He stepped aside as the Vulcan walked in. He offered her a seat and as she sat he got the feeling that something was different about her. What it was he couldn't figure out. "I am honored that you have visited me."

"I understand that you have asked for a transfer?" T'Shonra said quickly.

"Yes, I want to pursue command. I think Operations would be the best place for me to achieve that."

"I see. You know you could stay in science and achieve the same goal."

"I know," Mohammed moved to t

he replicator. He offered her a beverage, which she declined. He got a hot lemon and herb tea. "It's hard to explain...I just feel that this is right for me to do."

"Mr. Uhura..." T'Shonra wiped her sweaty forehead.

"T'Shonra? Are you okay?"

"Yes...Just a little hot."

Mohammed moved towards her, concerned. "Perhaps you have a fever." He reached out to touch her forehead. Just as he touched her skin, the Vulcan jumped back as if she'd been shocked. She stood up quickly.

"Mr. Uhura...Unless you are a doctor and know the Vulcan...body, you would not know any difference in my temperature or anything else."

"T'Shonra are you okay?" Mohammed said approaching her. "You don't look well. Maybe I should call sickbay..."

"Maybe you should mind your business!" T'Shonra snapped.

Mohammed was taken aback. "T'Shonra..."

"Forgive me Mr. Uhura. Perhaps you are right," T'Shonra went to the door. "I will go straight to sickbay. I wish you luck on your transfer."

"Thank you but I'm not gone yet. I'll see you on shift as usual...Miss T'Shonra."

"Yes, Mr. Uhura." And the Vulcan left his quarters.

Mohammed shook his head. This wasn't like T'Shonra at all. He wondered what was the problem. Checking the time he realized he needed to start getting ready.

"Vibrators, and Bells."

by Ensign K'antoS Brody

*Brody's Quarters, 1540 hrs.*

K'antoS sat down on his bed, and put his head into his hands. It had been almost a week now since he had gotten a decent nights rest, he had been waking up every night at approximately 0100 hrs. from the same nightmare. It was so vivid, as if he was really back on board the pirate ship he left seven years ago. The cries of pain echoed in his ears even after he woke up. The dreams had stopped when he joined the academy, his life was completely busy and the only things he dreamed of were fast ships, fast women, and plotting his next attack against a certain professor of warp dynamics. The latter thought of Dr. Loring made K'antoS chuckle, that poor bastard screwed up when he refered to one of Kan's term papers on sub-space warp field design as "a dream induced by alcoholic coma." Kan had been playing with warp fields since he was little and the design he presented was a valid one, albeit unorthadox. The only reason he wasn't a engineer now was that he loved flying too much to be stuck down in the bowels of a ship.

Kan looked up at his dress uniform, debating whether or not he was going to attend the wedding in the shuttle bay. After all, he really didn't know the Lieutenant getting hitched, nor did he feel like dressing up. He shifted his look to the glass display case on the wall and the long, thin bladed sword it protected. He stood and walked over to remove the spanish rapier, perhaps a few hours in the gymnasium would calm his restless mind. Before he opened the glass door etched with vines and roses, he notice the sword had a dull red glow about it and appeared to be vibrating at an extrememly high rate. Blinking his eyes in disbelief he quickly opened the case and reached for weapon, only to draw his hand back sensing that touching it would prove to be quiet painful.

"Computer, please scan these quarters for intense heat sources."

=/\="Acknowledged, there are no intense heat sources present in these quarters."=/\=, the computer responded in it's matter-of-fact tone.

Puzzled, Kan reached out and slowly attempted to touch the sword. His hand could register the extreme heat radiating off the hilt, yet he pressed on until his fingertips had touched the intricately woven steel handguard. The coolness of the steel made his mouth gape open in astonishment. The radiating heat too had vanished. Kan shook his head in amazement, "I have been working too hard, maybe sharing in the festivities will help me change my current state of mind, whatever that is." he said rather dumbfounded.

After a quick shower and shave, he pulled on his dress uniform and dabbed a little cologne on behind his ears and on his forehead ridges. Opening his ancient footlocker, he reached in and pulled out a holo-disk case. The cover of the case said, "Two Thousand and One Erotic Sexual positions of Sentient Beings in our Galaxy by Dr. Senisa Kulalek, Professor of Biology, University of Risa." He had recieved it en route to Starbase 357 from the Doctor herself, while traveling board the same transport.

"Hmmmm, I think that the Bride and Groom will get more use out of this than I will. Besides, I think Senisa pretty much covered chapters one through six on the way to Starbase 357," Kan smiled to himself and rubbed his neck. "I'll make sure to warn them about chapter four, my neck still feels a little sore." He wrapped the gift in a gold foil, and attached a brief card that simply read, "To Lt. (jg) Yazron and Ensign Lorraine Beq. Here is hoping that your wedding night reflects your life together, passion that burns hotter than a thousand suns. And to help you along, here is a little something. WARNING: Chapter four is not for the faint of heart. Ensign K'antoS Brody."

Satisfied with his appearance, and the appearance of his gift, Kan began to walk out of his quarters and again stopped in front of the display case. "Mental note, take sword to science section. Maybe a molecular analysis is in order. I'll just tell them I would really like to know the age of my sword, that way I won't appear crazy," Kan said to himself. With everything now in order, Kan jumped up and performed a slow grinding action with his hips. He did a spin and walked out of his quarters. "Hark! I believe I hear the faint ringing of the bells!," Kan said to a young crewman who was passing by his quarters. The crewman stopped and watched K'antoS head down the corridor, and rolled his eyes at the crazy young Ensign.

Hard Work
By Mike Croce
Engineer USS Galaxy

*******************Mikes Quarters, Deck 2*******************************

Mike woke up from his 8 hour sleep feeling good. He had descided the other night to sleep in and get some work done almost as soon as he woke up. He had now been onboard for 6-8 weeks and had developed a sort of routine. Mike slowly moved out from under his blue bed coverings and onto the carpeted floor. He was wearing a tight grey T-shirt and some black sorts. The temprature in the room was cool and felt good on his skin. Mike looked at his Crono and it read 10:00 hours. " I cant belive I slept so late" miked said to himself.

Mike moves twoards the Bathroom. He takes a long Sonic shower and emerges feeling better than ever. Mike returns to the bedroom of his dimly lit quarters. In the corner of his desk was the Specs for the Huntress class vessel he had been designing for the past months. The design for the ship was fairly simulair to the Soverign class vessel, at least on the outside. The Huntress was designed to be small and swift but able to back a real punch. Before even going to his desk Mike puts on his Starfleet uniform and places his Combadge on it. Mike walks to the replicator that has been put into the Far wall of his quarters.

" Computer, a stack of Chocolate chip Pancakes and a cup of coffee " The order appears inside the replicator and it looks delicous. The stack of Panckaes was filled to max compacity with choclate chips . The coffee was excatly the way he programed the computer to generate, two teaspoons of sugar and a little bit of cream. Mike takes the plate and the cup of hot coffee and sits at his desk. Mike takes his fork and sticks it inside a pancake and bring it up to his mouth. The taste of choclate fills his mouthand gives him a sudden burst of energy. Finishing chewing Mike takes a sip of coffee and it turns out to be hotter than excpected, but it is still satisfying to his thirst.

Mike quickly devoirs his pancakes and starts to finidh up his specs. He had decided to arm the Starship with 5 Phaser arrays and 5 torpeado launchers. This called for some careful planing and it had turned out fine. It takes Mike nearly two hpurs until he is completly finished with specs. The cup of coffe is now long gone. Mike admires his work and calls out to the Computer " Computer open channel to Starfleet Engineering on Earth, Admrial M`gii". " Confimed , channel open". The image of an old Andorian femal appears on the computer screen. She is wearing the Starfleet issued Admrials uniform. Admrial M`gii was the head of the Starship design section of Starfleet engineering.

" Gooday Admrial Mgii as requested I have finished the Specs for the Huntress, which I will send attached to this message, and Ill think youll be rather impressed".

" I`d hope so, since you did so well in Starship design classes at the academy".

" So you hears hu".

" I always make sure to check the Backround of my designers Mister Croce" Mike moves twoards the PADD and presses the transmit button. Quickly the specs are transfered to the Admrials computer system.

" Thank you ensign, this will do just fine". The Admrial now has a smile on her face. She quickly looks down at the info displayed of her screen." Wow, these look magnificent , Im sure it will be considered for the new class of Starship".

" Thank you Admrial, I`ll talk to you later, Croce out". The screen flicks off and Mike walks to his bed. He had put in some hard work on those specs and hoped they would be accepted. Of course that would mean he would probably have to spend most of his time working on the Development of the ship, if they were accepted. But he was willing to do whatever it took.

"Accepting"
Lt. (JG) Richeson
Tactical USS Galaxy

"Tim just drop it ok?"

"No, that SOB said it would be in 3 days ago..."

Lt (jg)s Tim Richeson and Jonathan Brandis were in Brandis's quarters. A few weeks ago, they had ordered several different types of party material for Lt. Beq's bachelor party. Unfortunately they had just found out that the order they had thought would be late, was not going to make it before the Galaxy left space dock.

Brandis was sitting near the view point. He had a very nice view of the star base. " I know what he said. But there's nothing we can do about it. So what we have to do is plain a HUGE reception."

Tim stood up, "Lucas, my friend." Tim gave a playing smile, "I like the way you think. Look, ahh I gotta get ready, I'm meeting Ruina. So try to think of something up, and I'll talk to you tomorrow ok?"

Brandis nodded as Tim exited.

***4 minutes later, Tims quarters.***

When Lieutenant Richeson entered his room, he was greeted by Ashes of coarse. "Sup Ash..." His console was flashing Indicating he had a message. "Computer play message, Richeson-5-3-beta-zulu.

"Tim

I forgot to ask, so sorry this is at short notice but I was wondering if you could be my guest of honor. This is a Trill tradition and you will have to be an 'escort' to my mother during the ceremony. I believe you met her when she arrived. I hope this isn't too much trouble.

Yaz."

"Computer, send a reply to Yaz,

Of coarse I will, Yaz. I would be honored.

Tim"

"Changes"
by Lt. Commander Christopher Thomas
Chief Operations Officer
USS Galaxy

Lt. Commander Thomas set on the bridge of the USS Galaxy. He was doing his normal routine as chief of operations on the ship. He was also monitoring things that were happening on the ship, including file's being accessed. In truth what he was doing, was his job, though there was a line that he had to worry about crossing. Which wasn't a threat since he was he was only looking for certain files to be accessed, namely his files. He was watching for unusual interest in his personnel files, logs, medical information and any other files that could be used against him.

Many people would call him paranoid considering the amount of interest he was taking in watching his files, but then they didn't know the kind of people he was worried about. Unfortunately he feared they might soon well know that what they didn't want to know. He might have to make a move to protect the ship, because they might just come looking for him someday soon. He was after all a threat to their careers, futures and plans to conduct experimental projects.

He stopped running his test and remained motionless for a few minutes, before moving again.

** Current time line **

The bridge was busy and he was doing his job at ops, the captain was now on the bridge. He spent several minutes talking with Commander Casey. The commander had been done every since the news about his baby son, dying of a rare blood disease. Worse yet, his wife had isolated herself and wasn't showing much signs of life. Which was due partially to her near death experience and the lose of their baby. Of course Chris was no psychiatrists, nor did he claim to be one, but he did understand pain very well. He'd been exposed to many kinds of pain over his lifetime and it never got any easy with age or exposure.

He was a person who had been trained to observe things that happened around him, and he could read lips sometimes. Generally he found observing more reveling and usefully then other means of studying people.

Take this mission they'd been assigned to, judging from the captain's mood and talk he believed the mission was a waist of time. The only reason why they were out here was because of the incident with the St. Louis.

He of course really didn't need really to read the captain to get the feeling of what this mission was about. Just by looking at what their objective was out here, anyone could tell the assignment was to get them away from the war and away from potential conflicts.

** Weeks Ago **

Chris had learned the terrible news, through a number of means about the death of Derian and Miran's baby boy. The news came as a shock to many people, and of course probably most of all to the parents. While Chris could only imagine what they were going through, he had a decent understanding of what it means to lose to a loved one.

The funeral was held in holodeck 3 and many people attended to pay their respects. He also decided to pay his respects at the funeral and give his condolences to the Casey. Beyond paying his respects and trying to help the commander out, there wasn't much else he could do for them.

** Current timeline **

The captain had left the bridge, once again leaving the first officer in charge of the bridge. The was going to be a wedding that many people might be attending, he would not be among those attending. He had to many things to do and he wasn't big on attending weddings. The only reason he attended the funeral of the Casey's baby, is because he considered Derian Casey to be his friend. Something that he feared would become very dangerous to be in the days and months ahead.

Chris had already decided to turn the evidence over to Starfleet JAG, when the time was right and he had the information. He was going to present to the people who could make those responsible be accounted for their actions. Even if it risked his life, career and everything in between to bring them to justice. They would be held accountable for their actions.

Then something happened that caught his attention, someone outside the ship was accessing the Galaxy's database, not unusual given the war. However in this case the access was being done without proper authorization codes, and wasn't registering as being done. The only reason he caught the action, was because he was looking for it to happen. He would have to do something about it, before they could get what they were after. Unfortunately he couldn't do it from here, he needed to do it at the ships computer core command center.

He got up from his station, resetting the read out to standard configuration and signaled the backup officer to take his place. "Excuse me Commander, there appears to be a problem with one of the ships computer core elements, I'd like to take a look at it personally."

"Of course, Lt. Commander." Commander Casey said.

** Computer Core Command center **

Chris entered the room and set to work on repairing the segment that was malfunctioning and blocking the unauthorized access on his records. He also attempted to trace it back to the source, with no success. He'd prevented the illegal access from getting anything of value, because he'd already moved things around. However the attempt was more important, because it meant he'd been successful in monitoring things. Now he could work on better security measures around certain security files for a better nights sleep.

He also decided to note the attempt, but not to report it. He knew he should but since according to all records the attempt never occurred that was going to be the way he'd leave it. He needed to be able to operate as freely as possible and alerting the captain to something that wasn't of concern to anyone, but him right now would be a waist of time. Until there was a threat to the ship and the crew, there wasn't a reason to report something that didn't happen. "Your skating on thin ice." Chris said to himself as he finished up the repairs to the segment.

Chris then returned to the bridge and went back to work.

***

*** A Starfleet Facility **

"We must do something about Lt. Commander Thomas. He is gaining more information about our operation and threatens to expose us for things that we won't responsible for. I propose that we eliminate him at the first chance we get and we do it soon." one man said, covered in shadows.

"Yes we must act now." a second opinion emerged from a viewscreen.

"No, we must not. He still doesn't have enough information to do any real harm. Nor will he find the information he needs to do anything that would expose us to being investigated. Reacting to soon will only serve to play into his hand, we can keep him off balance and looking over his shoulder for a long time to come." A third opinion was expressed, but this had the air of command around it. "However we will need to eliminate him eventually. He does pose a threat, but not right now. He's just a nuisance that can be easily dealt with and if he gets what he want's then he'll be happy and go away."

"Agreed, we'll wait and see what happens for now." The group said in unison.

Christopher Patton
ICQ # 11497863

"Support"
By Lieutenant Commander Casey Ti Miran
and Lieutenant JG Jordan Arisa
USS Galaxy

Jordan walked along the corridor to the Casey's quarters. The time she had been spending with T'ilis had certainly been amazing, she couldn't believe that one person could have endured so much. Now, here she was standing outside the quarters of the Casey family. You could almost feel the grief that emanated from the room. She hoped that her offer would help them in some small way.

The door hissed open and revealed the battered frame of Commander Casey, holding his daughter in his arms. Jordan smiled at her.

"Commander, Good morning. Sorry to disturb you, but may I speak with Lieutenant Commander Casey Ti Miran." she didn't know whether to offer her condolences to him or not, she hadn't gone to the funeral because she barely knew the Casey's at all.

"Ohh yes, Captain Price said you were coming. Miran's just through there." Jordan smiled in appreciation then slowly walked into the living area.

Miran had been staring out the window, longing to escape. Deiran had been keeping a close tab on her since getting drunk. He was just worried about her, but sometimes it felt overbearing. She heard someone talking with Deiran and assumed it was Lieutenant JG Arisa, since she was told that the Lieutenant would be coming by. It had been an order trying to make her move on and back to work.

"Lieutenant, how may I help you?" Miran inquired of her guest.

"Commander, thank you for agreeing to see me. I'm so sorry about your loss, may his soul rest in peace." Jordan crossed herself, then continued. "I don't know whether Captain price said anything or not, but I have asked for some more duties, my boyfriend is going to kill me, he suggested that I help you out in shuttle ops. Just let me know what you want me to do."

"I do not know what needs to be done. Would you mind finding out the status of the Shuttle Bays? Make sure the shuttles have been expected and any repairs need done?"

"I'm on it, I'll send you a report when I'm done. Then we can take it from there." Jordan smacked the padd against her palm, then turned to leave. Suddenly she stopped and turned back to Casey Ti, "If you need anything else sir, please don't hesitate to call me." Jordan looked at Casey Ti Miran. She was stunning- to see her like this nearly broke Jordan's heart. However, Jordan still respected her incredible strength of character.

"Thank you Lieutenant. I appeciate your help."

I'm not as think as I drunk you am
By Casey-Ti Miran
Dieran Casey
and Door

***

Deiran had given up a couple of weeks ago trying to get her to eat anything regularly. Lara would come in several times a day trying to get Miran to give her some attention. Through it all, Miran just wrapped herself in her grief and shut them out. Now, she stood at the doors of Ten- Forward, trying to decide if she really wanted to be away from her quarters, but she had made it this far and it would be a shame to turn away now. She took a seat at the bar.

Door, the half-Betazoid barkeep touched the colleague of his who was approaching Miran on the arm, asking her that he be allowed to take the Bajoran's order. Everyone knew what had happened, Door especially due to his mental curse.

"Good afternoon 'Commander." Door tried to sound as unapologetic and unpitying as possible--he knew people in Miran's situation never need that.

"Afternoon, Mr. Dorffen. I was wondering if you had something a little stronger than synthale."

"Stronger?" Door raised an eyebrow. "How stronger?"

Stronger, that's what she needed. That's what she needed to be.

"As strong as you've got. I mean the real stuff that you keep under the bar." Door had know the Bajoran woman since he had come aboard, as it was a barkeep's job to know all of those who frequent the establishment on a regular basis ... but this was a different woman before him. A very different woman. "I need ... I need to forget."

Door was torn as whether to oblige her or not.

"Please."

"Uh ..."

"Please?" Her plea bordered on whining as Lara did when she wasn't getting what she wanted.

He reached under the bar and pulled out a old fashioned key, and then took the key to the cabinet behind him. Miran closed her eyes and repeated under her breath. "I need to forget. I have to forget. Please let me forget." She turned her head and saw no-one beside her and yet a half finished drink. Never usually one to touch the stuff, she grabbed the glass semi filled with thick red liquid and downed it in one. There was a sharp, metallic taste in the back of her throat before her mind exploded. She gasped for breath, it burned so bad. It tasted awful, but they said it made you forget and now she was going to test that theory.

And it felt good.

Door returned with two bottles: one of vodka and another of kanar.

"I didn't know which you'd like so..." Door trailed off as Miran snatched the kanar from his hand and poured a shot and threw it back. She poured another.

"Whoa!" Door said, gently wrestling the bottle from Miran's grasp. In her haste to try and stop him from taking it, her glass didn't quite make it and an undignified dribble ran from the corner of her mouth. It was wiped away with the back of her hand. "I think that you'd better take it slowly."

"I don't care what you think, just give me back the bottle." she snapped.

Door's black eyes widened in shock. "Look, Mrs. Casey I really do think that maybe-"

"Lieutenant Commander Casey Ti, /Mister/ Door." Miran threatened, hurting and surprising herself as she said the words. She thought for a moment, before deciding to sue his full name. "Fen."

She took the bottle of Vodka from the bar, leaned over the counter and grabbed another glass. She opened the vodka, and pour a fair amount into the empty glass in front of her. She chugged again. "Oo, this one's nice," her attitude quickly melting into cheery giggles, "It burns delightfully."

She slid off her stool.

Door leaned over the bar and then quickly ran around to the floored woman--who he discovered giggling and with the neck of the bottle firmly clamped to her chin. Door helped her to her feet as a ten forward waitress glided passed with a tray full of drinks. Miran artfully grabbed two and began to down the 'oo, pretty!'-er of the two.

Door sighed and the other drink was tipped mischievously over his head. It was obvious to all that this was one lady who couldn't hold her liquor. She leaned over and gave him a kiss.

"You're a sweetie," she slurred. Her use of the contraction of you and are was another sign of her drunkenness.

Another sigh. How was he going to explain this to the Commander?

***

Deiran just ended his Beta shift command duty and walked into his quarters to find Miran absent. This was strange because Miran, for the most part, hadn’t left their home in six weeks since Dalane’s passing. Before he could ask the computer her location, his commbadge chirped.

[Ten Forward to Commander Casey]

"Casey here, what can I do for you?" he replied as he slumped down into his chair. Clearly exhausted from the day’s work.

[Would you come down and retrieve your wife?]

“She’s in Ten Forward? What’s the problem?” he inquired, knowing Miran to be very quiet and reserved, especially lately. He hadn’t remembered her saying more than a few words to him at a time, and he couldn’t remember the last time a full sentence left her beautiful cherry lips.

[I think it’s best sir… if you see it for yourself. Trust me, you want to come and get her sir, as quickly as possible.] came the reply.

“All right, I’m on my way. Casey out.”

This was highly unusual. What could Miran possibly be doing that warrants him coming to extract her from Ten Forward? He was actually quite relieved that she’d gone out and enjoyed herself for a change. The dark cloud of morbid loss still hung itself on their doorstep. Deiran truly missed his Miran. The one he had now was not the same woman. She had become so dark, so quiet. He needed her more now than ever and she pushed him away.

He wasn’t happy about the circumstances in his marriage. But, he loved Miran with all his heart. He would continue to love her, forgive her for what she was doing to herself and to their marriage and to Lara. She had forgiven his infidelity. He owed her his life for that. The life she’d given back to him when she moved back in with him. Without her and Lara, Deiran had nothing.

Casey entered the lift and proceeded to Ten Forward. It didn’t take him long to get there.

Strolling through the corridors to get to the entrance of Ten Forward he heard a loud, very loud voice. The doors swung open and before him was a sight that absolutely astonished him. In fact, there were no words for what was before him.

Here was this gorgeous woman, standing on a table, shaking her body like there was no tomorrow and singing as loud as she possibly could. It wasn’t hard for Deiran to recognize the figure of his wife.

Deiran didn’t know what to say or how to react. He’d never seen Miran act this way before. The look on his face told the story, he was in utter shock. Though he did notice how sexy she looked. She was beautiful.

Casey put the Casey mask on and walked into Ten Forward. He made it a point to not hide his embarrassment. He wanted the crew to see it. They did. Casey strode along, nodded to a few of the people and let a smile sneak out. Something that had become a rare occurrence. People hadn’t seen the Casey smile in a long time.

Casey was standing at the side of the table Miran was on top of. He was staring up at her, mesmerized at how sexy she looked and torn at the fact she was making a fool of herself. Miran would never do this. Looking at her he knew something was desperately wrong.

“Miran, please come down, it’s time to go home,” he said lovingly, holding his arms out to her to help her down off the table.

She brushed his arms aside, “Don’t ruin my fun!” she replied, her words were slurred.

Deiran hadn’t realized how drunk she was until she spoke. The alcohol on her breath was overwhelming. He shot a dirty glance at Door, wondering why he had allowed her to drink this much. He made a mental note to handle that tomorrow and set the bartender straight on Miran’s limits.

He really enjoyed seeing this side of her though, it was exciting at first. Maybe she could dance for him on his desk sometime. But, as Deiran thought about it he knew that this was happening because of Dalane’s death.

Deiran knew what was best for her, her frame of mind at the moment definitely did not. He asked her to come with him a few more times and she refused every request. He had no other choice, Deiran took Miran and swung her over his shoulder and started for the door. She kicked and screamed and jerked around, making a big scene an even bigger one.

“Let me down! NOW!” she roared.

‘Whoa! My wife is not a nice drunk!’ Deiran thought as he let her down, her feet on the floor and her eyes glaring at Deiran. She stood on her tip toes and stretched out to give him a passionate kiss. It lasted for a long time. In fact it was one of the most devastating, passionate kisses they had ever shared. Deiran had to compose himself and remember where he was, that kiss made him get very excited. He’d miss the intimacy with her, an intimacy they hadn’t shared in a very long time… too long for Deiran’s taste.

Deiran didn’t want the kiss to end. He could smell and taste her breath, but the kiss was so wonderful, he didn’t care. He took her in his arms and they continued to kiss. She finally stopped and led him out of Ten Forward and down the corridor.

The look in Miran’s eye was seductive and sensuous. She was drunk, but she was making him very enthusiastic. Deep down he knew how sad the situation was, but the poor man was only human and how many men could resist such a beautiful woman? Drunk or sober. He would have died if she were someone else, but this was his wife, she was exciting and erotic and she was flirting and seducing him for the first time in a very long time.

When they got into the turbolift, she threw herself in his arms and kissed him passionately again. She held him close, the kiss was extraordinary. She was on fire, or was that him? He couldn’t tell and didn’t care. He wanted to get her back to their quarters and forget that the embarrassing incident in Ten Fore never happened.

Once they arrived on Deck 8, Miran slowly made her way to their quarters, with help from Deiran. She couldn’t walk straight and really couldn’t stand erect for the most part. They did reach their quarters, Lara was with Alexa so she wasn’t in the room.

Deiran helped Miran over to the couch and set her down. He then went to the replicator for coffee. He would pour Bajoran coffee down her, as much as it took. She would really be hurting in the morning.

As his back was turned, Miran stood up on the coffee table in their living room and started dancing again. She removed her blouse, then her shoes. Deiran turned around to see Miran with her shirt off, swinging it around with her hand and gyrating her hips like a go-go dancer. That was the last draw, his wife was overly plastered. He’d never seen this side of her before. The next thing he knew she was dancing and only had her underwear on.

‘Snap out of it, put her to bed!’ his conscience shouted. He shook himself out of his trance and led her to the bedroom.

“It’s time for bed Miran,” he told her.

“I know,” she giggled and seduced him with her eyes and a little jiggle.

‘My God, stop it woman, or I won’t be able to control myself!’

He led her to the bed and sat her down. “Get under the covers hon,” he said to her as he helped her into bed.

“Only if you join me handsome,” she replied coyly.

“Nope, I have work to do and you need to rest, you’re going to have a terrible hangover in the morning. So sleep ok?”

“You don’t want me?” her demeanor totally changed. She gave him puppy dog eyes and her lips pouted. She knew how to play him and it was hard for him to keep his resolve.

Deiran went to her, took her into his embrace. He whispered in her ear, “More than life itself, with all my heart I want you again. But, not drunk. You may be my wife but I’m not heartless. Your drunk, Miran,” he let her out of the embrace and stood so he could look into her eyes, “you’re drunk, I’ve never seen you like this. I think you’re sexy and beautiful, your figure looks incredible. Pink is definitely your color,” he said looking at her underwear, “But, I love you with all my heart. When we make love, I want you sober and able to enjoy it, I don’t want our love making to ever fade in your memory. Every moment I have with you I want it to be memorable and beautiful,” he poured his heart out to her.

The next thing he knew she was running away from him, with her hand over her mouth, keeled over and barely making it to the toilet before she let go of her lunch.

Deiran sat down on the bed, his hands covering his eyes. He had enough. They were going to deal with this once and for all. He would not allow his family to continue on like this.

"Times of Change"
Lieutenant Jg. Rotan Heratta
Security Officer - USS Galaxy

"Computer, activate holodeck program Siege Alpha three-two." The giant Nausicaan ordered as he waited outside the doors of holodeck two. After a moment, the computer chimed its readiness.

Rotan stepped through the doors and into the pouring rain. A dense tropical jungle stretched before him, harsh and unforgiving. The raindrops that fell, felt like hammers under the weight of three earth normal gravity's. Beams of sunlight cut through the tree canopy from high above, shedding a harsh light upon the moss covered surface.

Rotan quickly moved for cover and began scanning for..others. He didn't have to wait long. The guard force of the Ok'Takar were nothing if not overconfident. Two of there jungle warriors moved from protected cover and started in his direction. So far, they had failed to detect him.

Rotan could not believe that an order like the Ok'Takar could have seized control of the Government. They had been nothing more than a small following of misguided religious fanatic's when he had left Homeworld. Now there ranks had grown to control a majority vote in the High Council of Nausicaa III. The mere thought of it sickened him.

Drawing his Nausicaan tri-blade machete, he moved into action. Reaching the first of the warriors from the concealment of a nearby tree, the poor 'Vurok' never saw what hit him. Moving from behind, the Machete took him across the throat. As soon as he had finished the kill, Rotan pulled the body silently back and into the moss for concealment.

Rotan's eyes then followed the slow movements of his partner. The second Nausicaan had been more cautious, avoiding area's of easy attack. Rotan chose to honor this warrior, with a chance at victory.

Standing from his position, he arched his head back and let out a mighty battle cry. His roar had caught the second warrior off guard, as he pivoted in Rotan's direction.

"You Ok'Takar scum, face me in honorable battle!" Rotan's baritone voice cried out the challenge.

The guard was quick to reply with action as he drew his own tri-blade.

The two giant Nausicaan warriors met in the center of a moss filled clearing, as the fury of the storm raging above only increased. Sparks drew across the razor-sharp blades as the weapons crossed for the first time.

"I will send your sad Religion with you back into the screaming Hells!" Rotan yelled out as he launched his first lightning fast attack. The weapon was parried and the ritual exchange of weapon strikes had begun. The strike patterns would get increasingly complex and fast, until one of the warriors couldn't maintain the exchange.

The battle would not be won so easily. The Fanatic incorporated a move into his pattern that Rotan didn't expect. In one fluid motion he produced a hidden weapon from a spring-launched wrist mechanism. The punch-dagger was a glow of silver that gave the religious zealot a distinct advantage.

In the seconds that followed the battle was over, as Rotan saw the action of the punch-dagger tearing through his uniform shirt and into his flesh.

The computer then halted the program, and spoke in its usual neutral voice. "Simulated death of Lieutenant Heratta. Score is 23.4 out of 100."

Rotan lifted his head and roared. A long, emotion filled cry that shook the very walls of the holodeck.....

"Second Thoughts?"

Lt. Jg. Yazron Beq
Tactical Officer & Groom

Lt. (jg.) Jonathan Lucas Brandis
Assistant Chief Operations Officer & Best Man

"Only a few hours away!" Lucas said enthusiastically, as Lt. Beq's entered his quarters.

Flopping down on the couch, while Yaz paced the floyer around Lucas's UFP Peace Prize. "You'll wear a hole the the Carpet if you don't sit down, Yaz." Lucas laughed.

He knew that Yaz wasn't nevous though, he was telepathic after all. No, Yaz was excited. He'd been waited quite a while for this day and would be happy when vows were made.

Lucas went to the mirror and finished dressing. He usually took about an hour, simply because he knew that people judged on first impressions and Lucas always made a good one. The Dress Uniform wasn't what he'd wanted to wear, but, none the less he wore it well. The pip and a half of rank on his collar, Lucas had specially made up for the occasion. It shone like bright gold diamonds whenever the light hit it just right.

The traditional wedding garb for Betazoids was second to none in the Galaxy and Lucas felt the ceremony would be lacking in that respect. But, then he also knew that some of the crew probably wouldn't feel comfortable in the buff. Yaz wouldn't be pushing by his father and his mother wouldn't be holding him back in a final attempt to stop the wedding, another piece of Betazoid culture lost to Human ettiquit. But, the chimes would ring throughout the ceremony, thanking the Union God and asking a rhythemic blessing of peace and fertility in the couple's bed.

For the finishing touches, Lucas pulled out his Golden Cross, which coencidently matched the pips on his collar. An emblem reminiscent of the Christain religion on Eath; yet in Betazed, the Cross was a symbol of the Royal family that had lasted through close to 2375 years.

Fixing the Cross to the exact center of his Tunic just below the collar of his service dress uniform, the Prince turned around to see that Yazron had found the will to actually sit down. The silence was defening and Lucas stood watching Beq, sensing the rush.

"I'm not sure that I deserve someone like her." Yaz said staring into space.

~Here we go~

"Listen, if you didn't deserve her you wouldn't be getting married, would you?" Lucas said a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I suppose not, I'm just a little nervous." Yaz said.

"Good, I'm not missing my chance to be a best man!" Lucas said and they both laughed.

Lucas pulled out a small black box from coat pocket. "Are you ready?" He asked knowing full well the answer.

"Let's go." Yaz said and straightened the collar of his dress whites and then his bow tie before following Lucas to the turbolift.

~She'd better turn up~

Lucas 'heard' that thought and just smiled to himself. Would he ever calm down?

Lt(jg) Yazron Beq, Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

"Preparing"
By Ensign Lorraine Ronald
Linguistics Specialist
USS Galaxy

***Petty Officer Realta's Quarters***

Lorraine stood in the middle of the room in her rose wedding dress. "I can't imagine why Yaz would want us to where clothes - but do I look good or what!"

Kelsh smiled she had not seen Lorraine so happy ever. "You look great girl!" She was wearing a dress of light blue as she had been chosen as Lorraine's bridesmaid.

"Well let's get our things then." Lorraine and Kelsh both picked up their bouquets and Lorraine put on her veil.

Kelsh then tapped her comm =^=Realta to transporter room one - two to transport to shuttleay control=^=

They vanished in a blue shimmer and re-materialised in the shuttlebay control room where they would exit from once the ceremoies began. It was perfectly concealed so no one would see the Bride utiln then - except the Captain who had said he would check up on them a few minutes before the ceremony began.

She also had some other news for Yaz for after the ceremony.

***2 days earlier***

Lorraine had felt faint and had sat down to regain her composure before reporting to sickbay.

"I have news I think you will like," Nurse Keena had said, "The Beq family will soon become three!"

Lt(jg) Yazron Beq, Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

Based on STAR TREK created by Gene Roddenberry
By Lieutenant (jg) Suder
Engineer

"Ghost Quarters"

Suder was working in a conduit somewhere. He had forgotten where. He had gotten up early and decided to make repairs and clean out a conduit, but that was six hours ago, and he had forgotten where he was. In the conduit, a voice echoed down into the Jeffry's Tube.

*** Flash back ***

"Captain's Log, supplymental. It's been thirteen hours and still no contact with anyone. Our ship is crippled, and from what we can tell, so is the Klingons ship. They seem to have taken the brunt of the attack, right before we were. At the moment, shields and weapons are down, propulsion disabled and life support barely functioning. We had to cut power to nine decks in order to rescue the remaining crew. Eighty seven percent of the crew have evacuated the ship, the rest of us are trapped on this ghost ship, hoping to be rescued by our allies, fearing the fact that the enemy might return."

Suder continued to run a power tool over a power cell. Then he stopped and turned to his right to grab the engineering tool he next required. But everythng was different, but natural. He grabbed a tool and ran it across the conduits circuitry. A spark flew out of the circuits and both the crewmen ducked. Commander Baxa and Lieutenant Suder both looked at each other. This wasn't right, but it seemed natural. "Suder, are you here, we need to stabilize the conduit before we lose the entire deck!" Baxa nearly yelled. The Bolian put a hand on Suder's shoulder and he continued to work.

The USS Lakota was using the starboard thrusters to veer off to the left. The impulse engines were practically shattered, and what was left of them was pushing the ship forward. Two more green bolts of plamsa came spearing towards the Excelsior class ship. With no shields whatsoever, the two torpedo-like blasts crashed into the hull ripping the external structure from the main frame that held the ship to pieces. The attacking vessel was aiming for the engineering section and was succeeding. Another bolt of energy smashed into the hull causing another explosion to ripple along the hull.

"Suder, Benteen here, our sensors show that the power system is failing, can you stabilize it?" a women asked.

"If we can-" another explosion ripped the inside of the Jeffry's Tube to pieces and Suder and Baxa were engulfed in the flames.

*Some minutes later*

"All hands abandon ship, repeat, all hands abandon ship!" came the order. Suder woke up and looked around. The Bolian tactical officer was lying on the floor, unconsious. The ship had stopped shaken, the attack was over. He stood up and looked a few meters away. The hull had been breache don this very deck. He strolled over to the breach where a force field kept the life from that deck being sucked into the cosmos. The view was thrilling. The stars shone and among the stars, was a damaged Klingon Bird Of Prey. One of the wings had been badly damaged and the engiens were leaking osme kind of plasma gas or something. Suder returned to Baxa, he was wounded, but alive. He couldn't treat him from here, he had to get him off the ship. But he didn't...

*** Present / Hallucination ***

Suder shook his head and looked around. He was in the conduit. His breathing had accelerated and his heart beat was pounding out of his chest. He looked into part of the conduit he had cleaned. He saw a reflection. Not his, someone elses. The man he saw had grey hair, black eyes, and was older than himself. Suder didn't look away. It was his brother. He saw his brother in the reflection. At that moment, he felt nothing. His instincts were leading him. For a brief moment anyway. His first thought was Commander Casey and Lieutenant T'Kal. He would have located them and put an end to the dispute, argue, disagreement, war, conflict, what ever it was called, but his mind took control. The whole brother and Lokata scene had to be related. But as time passed, hour after hour, Suder continued to work on the conduit, listening to the voice continue through the speakers.

*** Flash back ***

"Commander Baxa has not responded to our medical treatments. He only has several hours left, I fear the worst. Trapped on the bridge is something new. Partial lights, no systems online, limited rations, things just couldn't get any worse. I would have relieved Lieutenant Suder of his duties after our conflict about an hour ago, but I need his help. There is a lot of his brother in him, coldness, a shadow, secrets, a dark wall that blocks his emotions, no fear of death, no hesitation of killing. I'm only thankful he's on our side. At this moment in time, we're not sure who attacked us, but if we can establish some kind of link with the Klingon ship, then we can try and find out."

Suder was tense. He had never been compared with his brother before. It was true though, they were alike.

Joey

"Paradise lost?"
By Lieutenant Commander David Mercury
Chief Engineer
Lieutenant JG Jordan Arisa
Helmsman

"She's all yours!" Jordan smiled as she rose out of the helm chair and handed it over to Tebrianne. This was going to be a great day, Beq's wedding was on that afternoon, it was going to be so beautiful.

"Cheers mate, anything to report?" Tebrianne asked as she took the helm with the crisp London accent of hers.

"Not much, we're on a direct heading for the Narendra system. But the helm was feeling a little sluggish around 0530, now it's passed. See you this afternoon." she smiled and walked towards the turbolift.

"Hang on there 'mate." Jordan heard the soft Australian accent of the Captain catch her. "You coming to the wedding?"

"Of course!" she beamed at him, it gives me an excuse to try out my dress uniform, which I really need to replicate." she added softly.

"Bonzer, see you later."

Jordan cocked her head and smiled at him as the turbolift doors shut. The smile on her face faded as she realised that she really needed to talk to David and that could ruin the entire day. She loved him so much, it formed a knot in her stomach. She could easily lose herself in his strong arms. It was so wonderful to know that he loved her right back. They had fallen in love so fast and become lovers very quickly, maybe too quickly, but that was history.

The young woman sighed as she loosed her hair, then moved her mind to other thoughts. Her hair had been long, black and straight since the beginning of the academy. Maybe she should grow it? curl it? get some red highlights? She didn't know. Next helm officers meeting she would have to ask Tebrianne's advice. As far as Jordan could tell she was the leading authority on hair on the Galaxy, the Romulan/Vulcan's raven mane was a testament to that.

Now to confront David.

***

The doors to his quarters hissed open, the sun-like artificial light streamed out onto the corridor. As she entered she could smell flowers, probably the bunch of tiger lilies she had given him to brighten up his quarters. Next she would try and get a rubber plant in there, then maybe a fish. *Keep your mind focused* she chastised herself and surmised that the floral smell was probably the bottle of light perfume she had dropped on the light grey carpet before Delta shift. Nonetheless the entire ship had a feeling of spring about it.

"David?" she called out as she walked into the living room.

"I'm in the kitchen."

"Would you come out here please." she said taking a seat on the couch.

"What is it? why are you here?"

"I thought I could get ready for the wedding here. Besides, T'ilis is sleeping and her children are at the nursery. But, I wanted to talk to you." she bit her lip, her eyes full of apprehension and compassion. "David, I've noticed that whenever we make love you always try to hide the scars and your implants from me. I know that it's been hard for you to reach this point, but David I love you." the tears were welling up in her eyes, her sadness was overwhelming.

David turned away, completely caught off guard he couldn't hold back his emotions. Burying his face in his hands he tried to compose himself.

"What is it? David, do you trust me?" she asked knowing the answer.

"Of course, but ..."

"Then let me see them." her voice shook with fear as she looked into his beautiful eyes.

Tears were now free flowing from both of their eyes. Closing his eyes, he tried to fight the images --

***

"David! Wake up! David, its Dr. Morgan," the surgeon pleaded.

Everything was hazy, the surgery last 8 hours. Two different surgeons participated in the operation. David could barely open his eyes let alone focus on Dr. Morgan's face. Again Dr. Morgan called his name, this time he grabbed his hand, hoping to get a response from David. Weak and completely drained David mustered all his strength to squeeze the Doctor's hand. A smile formed on the Doctor's face as David responsed to his voice.

"Everything is going to be alright, you're gonna be fine."

Several days pasted before David gained the strength keep his eyes open for more then ten minutes. It was going to take several months of physical therapy before he would have full motion of his new implants. For now, simple hand montions were all David could control.

Finally gaining the control and strength to stand, David requested a mirror. This was something he was not prepared for. The doctors had done a great job hiding the connection points of his implants but it was easy for David to point out the ugliness. Behind his right and left shoulders were several small input receptacles, each controlling a different implant. Diagnostic and computer devices could be connected here to help monitor David's new limbs. At the base of each palm there was a small crease. From here David could peel back the protect layer of skin for medical repairs and emergencies. David stood in front of the mirror until his legs gave out from underneath him. He most certainly wasn't prepared for this --

***

And now the love of his life, was asking, pleading to be let in. "Jordan," David turned around to face her, "it took me almost two years to finally come to grips with this, I don't want to lose you!"

"Never, I love you with all my heart, you don't have to hide from me."

David slowly walked over to the couch. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt he gently pulled it over his head. Tossing the shirt aside, he sat down beside Jordan. Twisting his body his back was now facing Jordan. "These are the input receptacles." David pointed to his right shoulder. "There is a bio-medical computer in sick-bay that I can connect to in order to run diagnostics on my implants." Jordan ran her hands over his shoulder, circling around the tiny holes.

"That was the easy part, this one isn't so easy to swallow." David could hear Jordan taking a deep breath. Twisting his back towards her, they were now face to face. Using his left hand, he dug his fingers into his wrist and began to retract the skin. Pulling several inches of skin away, his implant was now visible.

Jordan took a sharp intake of breath as the skin rose. revealing the implant. She knew that they looked about as unnatural as they must feel. Raising her head she looked at David through tear filled eyes. Without words she held his wrist, pushed the skin back, and laid tender kisses on it. She buried her head in his chest, her body shuddered with the tears.

Suddenly David pulled her up, removing her shirt. Jordan kissed him passionately, protectively holding onto his shoulders. David scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the bed. He kissed her hungrily and as Jordan raised her hips he plunged inside her.

As their bodies moved in unison Jordan held onto his wrist, holding it close to her chest. She was crying still as they climaxed and fell limp in each other's arms. David cupped her face with his hand as he lay quietly atop her.

"Thank you." she whispered, trembling slightly, "David, you'll never lose me, I love you more than words can express. You're the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Have children with you, don't ever feel that you have to hide anything from me."

"What I just shared with you was one of the hardest things I ever did." David stared into her eyes, "you really don't know how much this means to me, but I hope in time I will be able to show you." Pulling her in closer David, they engaged in a passionate kiss. For the first time David was really at peace with himself.

She smiled then rolled out of bed. "Come on, we have a wedding to get ready for."

--
Camilla Claudia Pretlove
Dan Josephs

Welcome back

Lt(jg) Tim O;Connell
USS Galaxy
Security

LT(jg) Neil Boltiho
USS Galaxy security

Adding
LT(jg) Eshar Jaron
USS Galaxy Security
(npc of Lt O'Connell)

Tim entered his quarters after helping Eshar get situated in her solo quarters. He grinned at the thought of having an actual relationship starting up, a new thing for him. He spotted Neil and said, "so how was your date with Emily ? She seemed very interested in you." He grinned at his friend.

Neil turned around to greet his friend and tell him that they just had dinner, but the broad, beaming, grin all over his face gave him pause! Studying his friend's smug face, Neil shook his head and sighed " I guess I have no need to ask how you evening was!"

Tim grinned and replied, "I had a great time." Neil looked at him about to say something and Tim cointinued, "we talked for 3 hours, and I actually enjoyed listening y'know usually me talking is a way to count time and one other thing, I didn;t want to leave in the morning. She's amazing." He smiled at the memories, he better tell Neil that Eshar had transferred before he found out on shift.

"I don't want all the sordid details Tim, just tell me one thing!" Neil licked his lips before continuing. "How far do those spots go down?"

"Why... all the way Lt.!" Came back the sultry reply from the doorway.

Neil whirled to face Lt Eshar Jaron, the beautiful trill kept her face impassive as she stared back at Neil Bolitho with just a hint of laughter in her eyes.

Neil felt his face turning about 100 different shades of red and immediately found something to study on his boot not wanting to make eye contact with the beautiful Trill female.After a very few uncomfortable seconds for Neil he turned to face his roommate.

"I ....uh.. well... I ...wipe that conceited grin off your face"Growled Neil. "I 'm going to the bathroom it had better be gone when I get back!"

Tim dissolved in to laughter at the sight of his roommate's face. As Neil disappeared in to the bathroom, Tim took her hand and offered her a seat. Her eyes danced with mirth and they took a deep breath to calm themselves. They started to control when the doors opened and Neil walked out again, the two started giggling and Tim asked his friend to join them , " I'm sorry I should have told you that Eshar is joining the team but we couldn't resist a little humour. If anything you needed cheering up."

"I don't need cheering up!" Snapped Neil "I'm fine!" Tim's eyebrows went up in suprise a brief look of concern etched on his face. Eshar looked at him a bit confused she spoke to Tim , "I need to take off, I have to get a physical and then see Commander Sunder for a shift assignment anyway." Tim got up and walked her to the door, "I'll see youi later in 10 foreward ?" She nodded and with a quick kiss she left. Tim walked back to the couch and looked at Neil, "don't lie to me, you're bad at it you were a slug at this bar and you have gotten worse. Spill it."

"Nothing to spill Tim." Replied Neil a little defensively shifting from foot to foot.Their was an akward moment of silence before Neil continued "Look Tim your a good friend but I just don't feel like talking at the moment ok?"

Tim shook his head, if he didn't want to talk he wouldn't, Tim decided to change the topic quick. "So Neil, I understand you don't believe I met the Chancellor, it's true honest. What would it take for you to believe me anyway?"

"I guess a trip to Qo'Nos!" smiled Neil a little relieved that Tim had dropped the topic and a meeting with the high council, then a little entertainment on the side I know a few places there that will make your toes..... ah but your ......well what are you with her?"

Tim smiled at his friend, "for the first time since the academy I can say this she's my girlfriend. However I do think that A few clubs would be Ok." He patted Neil on the shoulder. "just don't let me enact any mating rituals"

"Tim's got a girlfriend ! Mimed Neil clapping his friend on the back "Hey I'm happy for you! I really am, listen we need to work out some sort of code, so I don't barge in here and interrupt anything!"

Tim grinned evilly and replied, "If you did interrupt anything It couldn't be worse then Lex, but seriously though we'll use our old academy signal I'll leave a boot outside.

"Fine that should work, Speaking of Lex where is she? I haven't seen her in days! One minute she bouncing on my bed the next James Chen is back and she disappears. I think its time to go find the bouncing Romulan!"

"Uhh Neil, If Chen's here she doesn't want to be disturbed and that would be an image I DON'T want to see. " He grinned, "besides, I still have to eat, I have some calories to replenish."

"Lets get something to eat then and why, their ....mostly human...oidish I guess!" Said Neil wondering what colour Lex's blood would be?

Tim laughed and replied, "I'll catch you in 10f I'm out of here."

A few introductions

Lt(jg) Lexana Ral
Security USS Galaxy

Civilian Rosie Bragg
Pain in the Ass
Starbase 357

Featuring:
Lt(JG) Tim O'Connel
Security/Meat Truck
USS Galaxy

Lt(jg) Eshar Jaron
Security
USS Galaxy
(NPC)

After Tim had gotten back to the ship he decided to head to 10 foreward he was hungry and in the best mood he'd been in since he didn't remember when. Walking in he noticed Lex and her cousin Rosie heading over to the bar, Tim grinned at the two, "Lt Ral, would you join me for some refreshement or something." "Sure!! " Rosie piped up before had the chance to reply she had to finish a report.. she shrugged and went along with her cousin, intent on finishing a report whilst Rosie chattered to Tim.

Tim looked over at the 2 "It's amazing that they promoted your roomate and I'm still in shock about my actual promotion." He flagged down a bartender and ordered a breakfast. "you want something Lex, Rosie?" "Aye" Rosie beamed "I'll take fried Eggs and bacon.. and some chips"

"I want a fucking margarita" Lex sniffed. Tim grinned at Lex, "I thought you were supposed to fast or something.. but what do I know." His spirits were still upbeat, nothing could bring him down. Lex picked up on something "My.. aren't we happy?" she asked drily "What happened to you? Anything I should know about" She was pressing for an answer, there was that bet she'd had with Neil...

Tim grinned and replied "I met someone on the starbase, a trill named Eshar Jaron. I had a great time and not just beteween the sheets. You know something else, she is on the Galaxy she transferred. You'll meet her later."

Lex leaned foreward, ignoring her cousin for a moment, her eyes glinting with curiousity "Oh Really?? It looks like you've been smitten my friend, what department is the lucky girl in?"

Tim shifted a bit, "She's in security, She's talking to Sunder for a shift assignment. I think we'll be on seperate shifts. She transferred over from 375. So if she works with you be nice to her. "

"Of course.. " She grinned, seeing out of the corner of her eye, her cousin devouring some revolting bacon and eggs "what's it worth? " she asked

"Lex..."

"Oh come on.. you don't think I'd do anything to her do you? I'd be nice"

"Good"

"Besides... I 'd like her to spill about how good you are in .." At this point, Rosie stuck a forkfull of eggs into Lex's mouth.. Lex, who was laughing her ass off nearly choked at the site of Tim's face

"I'm kidding man" She said amidst chokes. A voice behind Lex replied

"He's very good but you'll have to take my word on it." Tim grinned and stated, "Lex, Rosie Meet Eshar Jaron" Then he got his own laugh as the trill woman replied, "pleased to meet you" and extended her hand she grabbed a chair and joined the crew at the table. "so you're Lex Ral. I guess I;m suppoesd to report in to you anyway" Eshar's brown eyes sparkeled as she talked to Lex. Lex really did choke at that, her cheeks flushing as she gave an apologetic look to Tim (who was chuckling to himself). She took a second to compose herself "Pleased to meet you.. Welcome to the Galaxy.. " she laughed "I guess you've already.. met.. LtJg O'Connell.. This sorry mess.."

"Foch you"

Beside me is my cousin.. Rosie Bragg" Eshar Shook both women's hand and said, "I did meet Tim actually, or he met me. THe officer's club to be exact and his roomate got my friend." Tim grinned at that memory, "I did have to threaten him with death if he didn't open his mouth but he did."

"Really??" Lex said with a sly glance at Tim.. there was something satisfying in knowing gossip on one's friends "I ..er believe you're on my duty shift." she said with a smile, ignoring Tim's mouthed words of "No.. No No" "Why don't you come out for a drink after our shift, I'll show you around" She smiled and replied, "I would love it, give me a chance to meet some people." Tim on the other hand said a private prayer that Lex would behave.

"Oh of course I'll behave" Lex said, her musical voice chiming slightly. "Trust me"

Tim raised an eyebrow, "the last time I trusted you I ended up in sick bay courtesy of Rotan Heretta. I could take him she says....."

Facing your pain
Lt. Karyn E. Dallas, Chief Counselor
USS Galaxy

It had gone on long enough and Karyn knew it was time to take action. Miran had been inside her quarters for weeks now, still holding on to the grief she felt after the death of her son. She knew this was to be expected to a certain degree and she wanted to respect the Caseys right to privacy, but she had an obligation to serve the needs of the crew.

Deiran Casey was not one to ask for help and that was a gross understatement. He was the galaxy's greatest smooth talker who could convince anyone of anything he wished. She'd watched him for the past few weeks slowly begin to crawl into a shell. Lately, he seemed to be going through the motions all the while trying to keep up appearances.

He'd asked her not to intervene or push too soon. Karyn agreed, respecting the Casey's grief and their need for time. She promised herself she'd intervene if things got bad, secretly hoping it wouldn't come to this. And then it happened. She probably wouldn't have found out about it until hours later, had Door not contacted her.

It seemed that Miran had left quarters, gotten extremely drunk and had proceeded to dance on top of one of the tables practically nude. Deiran came and got her and managed to save a small amount of her dignity before leaving the lounge. This situation had crossed the line and the time to act was now.

Door, apparently feeling guilty for giving her the liquor in the first place, had informed Karyn of the situation, thinking she should know about this turn of events especially if it was a symptom of other problems.

The only thing that was keeping her from strangling the bartender on the spot for allowing Miran to get drunk in the first place was the fact that he'd been honest with her now. She promised herself she would deal with Door later, she had bigger fish to fry.

*Dammit, Deiran you can't do this on your own* thought Karyn. Now, she was going to have to do what she thought best, regardless of what he wanted.

******

She found him in his office, working alone thank god.

He looked as though he was going to say something, then looked in her eyes and thought better of it.

"I've just heard about what happened in Ten-Forward and I can't say I'm pleased, though I can't say I'm surprised either. You and Miran have every right to feel the way you're feeling and I truly am sorry for your loss. As your friend, I had a duty to respect your need to grieve as a couple without unwanted intervention, but I also have a duty to this ship and her crew. I believe what happened today is a symptom of a bigger problem that will only get worse if left untreated. As a counselor and a Starfleet officer I cannot and will not, let something like that happen again. In order for that to occur, you have to start dealing with this pain once and for all, with help. As a friend who cares about your family's happiness and safety, I'm asking you and Miran to voluntarily come to counseling, but I won't hesitate to make it an order if need be.

More softly she added, "It's for the best, Deiran. I've watched you and Miran fall apart for weeks now. It's not a crime to need help and I'm afraid without it, your marriage won't survive." Having said what she came to say, she waited for him to respond..........

"A Good Cry."
By Ensign (Not quite promoted yet) Anna Gartner, Security Officer
Reviewed and Edited by Lt. Karyn Elizabeth Dallas, Chief Counselor

**Chief Counselor Karyn Elizabeth Dallas Office**

The little uniformed security officer sat on the comfortable cushions of the couch. "Just got back from the funeral." She said.

"Would you like to talk about it?" The wheelchair bound counsellor asked gently, just a few meters away.

"What is there to say? I've seen people dead before."

"I may not have empathic abilities but I know enough to sense when something is bothering you Anna. You have a lousy poker face."

"I don't want to talk about it, Karyn. Why don't you show me some ink blots or something? Those are always fun."

"It'll help if you talk about it." said Karyn, refusing to be distracted by Anna's change of subject.

"Should I be laying on this couch if I do?" asked Anna innocently.

"If it'll make you comfortable." asked Karyn amusedly. What was it about psychologists and couches? People assumed the minute they stepped into her office, she expected them to expose all the secrets of their childhood. She knew most people were uncomfortable around her, expecting probing questions all the time. Karyn was doing her best to discredit this stereotype.

"No, I'll just sit. I might fall asleep..." Gartner tried to joke before clearing her throat. "Ahem... I decided to go to the funeral for Dalane Casey, to paid my respects. No big deal."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"How did it made you feel Anna?" Karyn expected the indifference from Anna. She had learned to program herself to respond with as little emotion as possible. She could almost convince herself she wasn't really speaking for herself, that she was speaking for someone else. Karyn knew just below the surface, the real Anna felt every blow.

"Made me feel?"

"Yes." Karyn asked looking directly into Anna's eyes giving her no opportunity to look away. Even so, Anna's defense mechanisms immediately took over.

"Like I said, I seen death before hundreds of times. I personally killed just about any that walked and crawled at one time or another, Karyn." Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if asking Karyn to challenge her lack of remorse. Needless to say, Karyn wasn't buying it.

"Then why you won't answer my question? How did it made you feel?" Dallas pushed slightly more. She was trying to generate emotion, any emotion. After observing Anna for the past few months, Karyn had become accustomed to her emotional swings. Initially at the beginning of each session she'd respond to any questions with the usual flippant air, pushing all emotion aside, opting to use her automatic defenses. As she realized the counselor wasn't going to give up easily, her defenses would wear, and Anna would be forced to tap her true emotions. The first layer was always annoyance, then anger and finally sadness and fear. Anna was learning to express the reasons for her emotions and how to channel them so that she wouldn't resort to violence again.

"I seen people, close friends die enough times to drain my tear ducts dry. Yes, I still can get upset, enough to take a couple swings at the medical staff in sickbay when Neil got injured. Or to be a bitch in being thankful that some poor faceless SOB that got himself roasted on that damn Ferengi freighter instead of my roommate." There it was...annoyance and anger. Now she was getting somewhere.

"Being at the funeral made you upset, didn't it?"

"Yes... Yes it did. I like kids, they need to be protected from the adult world for as long as possible. When a parent tucks them in bed at night and when they ask their mom or dad if they are any monsters, their folks will be lying if they say there are no monsters. There are real monsters out there. We got the boogie man the Borg, the ugly Jem'Hadar trolls, and the oozing under the door Shape-shifters."

Dallas could see Gartner's eyes welling but the counsellor remained silent as she continued. "Yes, I did became upset at the funeral. It was hard going to a funeral for baby that survived for only a matter of hours and seeing the parents and how hard it had hit them."

"What happened?" asked Karyn gently, knowing it was painful to admit but also knowing Anna needed to feel every moment of emotion. The sooner she realized by herself that there was no hiding her feelings, the sooner she'd begin to heal.

Gartner slowly drew her legs up against herself, before wrapping her arms around them, forming herself into a little ball on the couch.

"I started to cry when they started to speak at the funeral but I held it in. When it was over I just wanted to go back to my quarters and bawled my eyes out."

"You don't like when tragedy befalls on children?" Karyn knew it bothered her because she was reminded of her own lost innocence after such a sheltered childhood.

"No. Adults can look after themselves, a child can't but that little baby never had a chance from the get go."

Gartner rested her face against her knees and quietly wept. Dallas watched for a moment before grabbing a handkerchief from the table next to her and moved her chair to Gartner's side. She place a comforting hand on her shoulder before offering the handkerchief to her.

"Anna, it's okay to cry." Dallas spoke gently. "Let it out."

The Ensign's teary eyes looked at her, the counsellor was one of the first people she had met on the Galaxy and someone she could call a dear friend. Right now she needed a friend. She leaned toward her and buried her face into Dallas's shoulder and cried openly.

Dallas herself just embraced Gartner as the Ensign wept into her shoulder, soaking the counselor's uniform with her tears. She held her, providing a moment of comfort to the Ensign. Dallas was amazed at how emotionally frail and tough Anna could be at times. Now, she was like a small child. Dallas expected there was more to these tears than from the events of the last few days. Even though she was making more breakthroughs with Anna than any other counsellor had done before with her, there were things that the Ensign still refused to admit openly. However, Dallas was confident she would eventually breakthrough those barriers in time.

The counsellor continued to hug Gartner for as long as she needed it and right now, she needed a shoulder to lean on too.

Dallas quietly cried on Gartner's shoulder, this week had worn deeply on her too. Even a counsellor isn't immune to the grief that comes with tragic events.

"Committed"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

*** Main shuttle bay, USS Galaxy ***

16:00 rolled around in no time at all. Captain Price was a little nervous, since it wasn't every day that he got to over see the wedding of two of his crew members. He stood by in one of the service rooms of the main shuttle bay, making last minute adjustments to his white dress uniform. Finally, he exited and stepped out into the decorated hangar carrying a black, leather bound bible in his right hand.

The crew had done an extraordinary job at decorating the shuttle bay. A red carpet split the middle of the hangar, with seats arranged to either side for the bride and groom's guests. Lee walked down the middle of the seats, following the carpet to a elevated platform engineering had hammered together where the ceremony was to take place. The back drop was the open shuttle bay door, that showed the expanse of space and the millions of glimmering stars, safely protected behind a pale blue force field that retained the Galaxy's environment in the hangar. There were two silver candle holders to each side of the platform, each with seven white candles in their holders burning gently in the romantically lit hangar.

Most of the guests had already arrived. The noise level in the echoy shuttle bay was a festive one. It was a nice change having so many people all in the same place for this special occasion.

Lee stepped up to the table at the rear of the platform and placed the bible down. He could see the poems and long stemmed flowers had arrived, both part of the ceremony Yazron and Lorraine decided upon. Captain Price turned around and smiled at all of the officers that had found the time to attend the wedding. Clasping his hands behind his back, he could see that both of these people had a lot of friends and loved ones on the Galaxy.

Finally one of the crew members came up to the Captain informing him they were ready to begin. In short order, music began to play in the background, quieting the visiting guests as it alerted them things were ready to begin.

Lee picked up the bible and held it in his hand while cupping his other over the first in front of him in a leisurely fashion. "G'day 'mates. Thank you all for coming. Since the days of naval vessels, there has been one privilege bestowed upon all Captains. The privilege of joining two people together in holy matrimony. Today it is my honor to be able to oversee this ceremony between Yazron Beq and Lorraine Ronalds. Two officers very much in love."

Lee turned to the side and watched as a door opened to one of the shuttle bay storage bays. Yazron and his wedding procession stepped out and walked proudly to one side of the platform. When they all arrived, Lee leaned closer to Yazron and whispered, "Sure you want to go through with this 'mate? This is your last chance?"

Yazron smiled at all of his friends as he stood proudly. "Yes sir. I've never been more sure of anything in all of my past lives."

Lee nodded. "Fair dinkum. Let's get on with it then."

The music changed as each of Lorraine's bride's maids entered and walked down the red carpeted aisle. Finally the matron of honor came down the walk before the music changed as expected to the bride's march.

"'Mates, please rise for our bride." Lee asked. Everyone stood and turned around to watch Lorraine enter in her flowing bridal gown. Yazron was glowing as he saw her for the first time since yesterday. It was obvious he meant what he had said. He was very much in love with his bride to be.

*****

*** Mirror Universe - Behemoth ***

Hoglips stretches in a slow, satisfied fashion before finishing to redress and zipping up her black body suit. "That was a most pleasant diversion my pet." she smiled.

The evil Matthew Albrecht looked equally as pleased. "Must you leave so soon mistress? We have only just started but a few hours ago?"

Endris' hand caressed her dumpling's face. "Yes I know my muffin, but I am famished. Oinkus is what I need before checking on Doctor Soren's progress. Come my loyal pet, let us go."

With a firm tug of Matthew's chain the evil Doctor Gakor wiggled out of her love den while Matthew crawled along on his hands an knees like a trained love slave, which was exactly what he was in the this universe.

Upon filling her stomach with the finest cuisine the Behemoth had to offer, Gakor would occasionally toss her muffin a scrap or two to act as nourishment for her pet. Matthew eagerly accepted all that the Butcher had to offer. Merely being in her presence was all that he ever desired.

"That was nearly as satisfying as my time with you dumpling." Gakor admitted rubbing her taunt stomach.

"If it pleases you mistress, we can go again?" Matthew offered. His sex drive was remarkable for a human.

"Not now my precious pet. There is work to be done. I must find out if Doctor Soren is indeed as brilliant of a scientist as he claims or if he will be tonight's entertainment in the arena." Hoglips gave a quick tug on Matthew's leash. "Come, let's go to the bridge and check on Soren's progress my pet."

The doors to the Dominion battleship opened allowing Gakor and Matthew to step out. She had let Matthew stand on two legs as they entered the bridge, only because the layout of the Cardassian build Dominion ship was too odd to allow her sex slave to maneuver with sufficient grace while crawling on all fours, which was how Endris preferred her men... groveling.

The Butchers dark lined eyes found Doctor Soren sitting at one of the operations consoles near the front of the bridge. Giving Matthew's leash a tug, Gakor silently got her pet to stay while she sauntered quietly behind the white hared El Aurian scientist and playfully used her hands to cover his eyes. "Guess who?" she mused.

The adolescent gag just angered the single minded Soren. "Do you mind?! I am trying to complete this." he barked.

"Then you are saying you are not finished with the jumpgate yet?" Gakor said withdrawing her hands and crossing her arms the way she always did before she'd give the order to have someone executed.

"Just putting the last touches on the inter-universe gate. It is ready to be activated whenever you wish." Soren explained, his eyes narrowing, "Now, I have given you what you wanted, an inter-universe jumpgate. Now you must make good on your promise to release me and send me to the nexus."

"Not so fast Doctor..." Gakor pushed him aside, "We must test it first. How else will we know if you haven't just arranged a fancy light show to distract us while you escape?"

Soren feigned a shocked expression, "You mean you don't trust me? I would have expected more from Hoglips the Butcher."

Gakor smiled, and in a sweat, patronizing voice said, "That is right, I don't trust you Doctor." Endris touched the tip of Soren's nose with her finger as she spoke, both taunting and teasing him at the same time. "We will test it, and test it right now. And if it doesn't work... I will enjoy seeing my henchmen rip you apart with their bare hands. Activate the jumpgate Soren."

Soren and Endris exchanged long glances before the El Aurian moved to the neighboring console and punched in a few commands. "Bringing jumpgate satellites on-line."

The circle of twelve satellites powered up, sending a energy beam cascading from one to the next. A large, bright beam of light and pure energy streamed to form a circle which opened up a pulsating gateway to the alternate universe and what lay beyond. Soren and the others watched the view screen in awe before the El Aurian turned and gave Hoglips a smug "I told you so" expression.

"Most impressive Doctor. I may have underestimated your talents. But still, this is nothing more than a light show. The true test will be if the Behemoth can pass through to the alternate universe." Endris elaborated.

"Before you lays the doorway which I have opened. You merely have to pass through it to reach the other side." Soren gestured.

"Helm, plot a course." the Butcher ordered. A short time later the massive Dominion warship Behemoth started to enter the jumpgate.

Based on STAR TREK created by Gene Roddenberry
By Lieutenant Suder
Engineer

"The Past... Again"

Suder finally got out of the conduit and put away the engineering tools. As he logged off his time to the computer, the ensign that had talked to him earlier strolled by and stopped when she saw him.

"Good to see you again, how are you?" she asked.

"Fine." Suder replied.

"I was wondering-"

"No." Suder cut her off. The ensign looked around and then stepped closer.

"Sir, I need to know for one of my research files."

"Look, nothing happened. I was set up. The mission, the plan, the routine, everything, was a mistake, set up!" Suder said raising his voice.

"So Carlos III really did happen then?"

"Yeah, it did. I was set up, things got out of hand and I did what I thought was right."

"But it was wrong, I mean you saved a lot of lives, but you lost one didn't you?" the ensign forced the issue.

By now Suder's face was very pale, and his black eyes mad ehim look kind of scary. "Drop the subject!" Suder said and then stormed off. Obviously, something had happened back then, but what?

As Suder walked off, the whole of the engineering staff was staring at him. He sensed this but carried on walking. It wasn't his style to make a scene, but most people knew not to talk to him about such things.

Joey

"The Wedding"
By Lt(jg) Yazron Beq
Tactical Officer
USS Galaxy

Ensign Lorraine Ronald-Beq
Linguistics Specialist
USS Galaxy

***Main Shuttlebay, Storage Bay***

Yaz turned to the Ensign who had just asked if he was ready to go. "Yes, Ensign." He said and as the Ensign left he turned to Lucas, "Well, here goes."

Finally one of the crew members came up to the Captain informing him they were ready to begin. In short order, music began to play in the background, quieting the visiting guests as it alerted them things were ready to begin.

Lee picked up the bible and held it in his hand while cupping his other over the first in front of him in a leisurely fashion. "G'day 'mates. Thank you all for coming. Since the days of naval vessels, there has been one privilege bestowed upon all Captains. The privilege of joining two people together in holy matrimony. Today it is my honor to be able to oversee this ceremony between Yazron Beq and Lorraine Ronalds. Two officers very much in love."

Lee turned to the side and watched as a door opened to one of the shuttle bay storage bays. Yazron walked with his mother on his left and Lucas on his right. Tim as the guest of honor was at the far left at the other side of his mother. Yaz held his mother's hand as they walked proudly to one side of the platform. When they all arrived, Yazron let go of his mother's hand and she kissed his forehead in the Trill blessing. Lee leaned closer to Yazron and whispered, "Sure you want to go through with this 'mate? This is your last chance?"

Yazron smiled at all of his friends as he stood proudly. "Yes sir. I've never been more sure of anything in all of my past lives."

Lee nodded. "Fair dinkum. Let's get on with it then."

The music changed as each of Lorraine's bride's maids entered and walked down the red carpeted aisle. Finally the matron of honor came down the walk before the music changed as expected to the bride's march.

"'Mates, please rise for our bride." Lee asked. Everyone stood and turned around to watch Lorraine enter in her flowing bridal gown. Yazron was glowing as he saw her for the first time since yesterday. It was obvious he meant what he had said. He was very much in love with his bride to be.

Yaz couldn't believe how beautiful Lorraine looked and he couldn't help but notice Lucas staring at Kelsh - maybe he would fix them up some time - now back to the present.

Lorraine arrived and stood with Kelsh on her left and then turned to face Yaz - the veil covering her face. Yaz just wanted to kiss her now.

Lorraine's father who had been with the procession (OOC: her mother had been on Betazed during the occupation and was still alive but could not leave - more about that at a later time.) sat next to Yaz's mother with Lorraine's guest of honor who Yaz had not yet met.

Lee began, "'Mates, please be seated." There was a bit of shuffling as everyone sat back down. "We will begin the ceremony with the poems of love that each of you have wrote, beginning with Lorraine."

Kelsh handed Lorraine the poem which was in a scroll on REAL papyrus - they had both pulled in a lot of favours to get it. She began in Betazoid:

"I dream of you, every night - I cannot be without you,
If you were to leave I don't know where I would be,
I need you here by my side and I will be by yours,
I promise you this with all my heart,
My love is all in you."

(To be continued.....)

Lt(jg) Yazron Beq, Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

"Tales of a drunken barmaid"
By Lieutenant JG Jordan Arisa
Lieutenant Commander Tebrianne Bancroft
Electra (NPC)
reviewed by Commander Deiran Casey

****

Jordan walked into ten forward, now bustling with life, shoreleave was nearly over and it seemed that everyone was making the most of it. She beckoned to Electra. The woman staggered over to her. She was drunk.

On wobbly legs, the green-skinned woman wandered around Jordan like a marine drill instructor. "I haven't seen you around much.... Hmmm...red collar," Electra slurred. "You must be in command...," Electra squinted at the glimmering pips, and added, "Lieutenant."

"Flight control," replied Jordan.

"You're a helmsman?" Electra waved her hands frantically. "I could tell you some tales." She took another pull from the bottle of brandy and fumbled for Jordan's wrist.

"I don't want to hear your tales, you're drunk." Jordan said bitterly.

"No," she purred with a gleam in her eye. "Come with me. You want to hear these stories."

Electra's hand clamped around Jordan's wrist and she pulled her into the kitchen. "Electra!" she shouted, but it was useless.

The woman manhandled her into a seat. "Sit and listen. Did you ever hear any rumours about Commander Casey and Bancroft?" she asked, her eyes swimming.

"No. I haven't." Jordan really didn't want to be there.

"Well, two missions ago something awful happened. It was a well known fact that Tebrianne was head over heels in love with Greer Erikson. The only person on the ship that didn't seem to know was Greer himself. Well, anyway, one night Tebrianne finds Greer and Ronni necking in one of the science labs. A real scene, let me tell you. Love dashed against the rocks, dear Tebrianne was distraught. But, for some reason she decided to get herself trussed up like some Risian slut and come visiting my fine establishment here. She comes in here wearing this see-through blouse that barely concealed her breasts!"

Jordan didn't believe a word of it, that was not like Tebrianne at all. Electra really shouldn't drink. The orion swung her arm for emphasis, pots and pans came clattering to the floor.

"So, in she walks...everyone staring. I thought men went nuts when I got myself all dolled up, but I tell you, they were positively salivating. One of them actually got close and talked to her...for all the good it did him. I hear he left here for a cold shower that night. Well, after a drink or two, she ups and leaves. The rest of the story goes that she went down to the Officer's Lounge where she meets up with Commander Deiran Casey. According to the proprietor, they were both ready to knock all the pieces to the floor and go to it on the 3-D chess set. Next thing you know, they're on their way down to the holodeck...or so the story goes. Rumor has it, they spent hours in there going to it like a pair of Andorian hares. I have it on very good authority that they did some things in there that have actually been banned on Risa...if you can believe that.

"A friend of mine got his hands on the program that was run that night, and he's working on re-creating the footage. Eventually, it will make a very profitable sale to the Syndicate. Not to mention great blackmail material for both the half-breed whore and Deiran Casey. They say that Deiran Casey plugged every hole she's got, if you get my meaning. Very hot stuff. Well, anyway, after Mr. Casey had his fill of the exotic little hybrid, he zipped up his pants and ran out! Back to his wife!"

She sat there in disbelief, Electra couldn't be making this up, it was too awful. Her heart broke for Tebrianne, *what a bastard*!

"To make matters worse, I hear that she was a damned virgin and he didn't know! So for the next few days there are rumours running around like wild fire. Casey's wife kicks him out. Bancroft can barely show her face without public ridicult. And then...and then there's a fight in Ten Forward. Lt. Hewson layed a very drunk Casey out cold and got a few good licks in on Erikson as well."

Jordan was fuming, she knew that she wasn't there, but the injustice of it all was so real to her. "Why did Hewson punch him?" she asked on the edge of her seat.

"I don't know...probably just jealous that Deiran got her first... Oh, there's lot's more..." Electra's body went limp as she passed out.

Jordan was livid, she called in Raoul to clean up the mess, then ran to the turbolift. She had to visit Tebrianne.

***Bancroft's quarters***

Tebrianne barely had time to say 'come in' before Jordan ran in and flung her arms around her superior officer, the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Jordan, what the bloody hell is going on?"

"Teb, It's so awful! Electra was drunk and just told me! Oh my god, it's so horrible!" she wailed the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Sit down and calmly tell me what Electra told you."

"Okay." Jordan said taking a seat on the couch. "Electra was drunk out of her mind. She pulled me in the kitchen and told me about you and Casey. She said that you were upset because of Erikson and Morris, so you dressed yourself up, went to the officer's lounge and turned Casey on like nothing on earth. Then you went to the holodeck and you two, well, this was the way she put it. Fucked. After he was satisfied he left and ran back to his wife. It became the gossip of the ship and to make matters worse you were a virgin and he didn't know. Then there was some sort of fight, Hewson punched Casey and Erikson got involved. That's when she passed out. Teb, I just had to come see you, it was so awful, you being a virgin and him just leaving you like that. My heart broke." she buried her face in her hands. She wished she had just stayed with David and not gone to 10 forward. Tebrianne was a pillar of strength, no one--not even Jordan--would ever guess that she was a little under a year younger than Jordan.

Teb opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out for a moment. For a moment, Teb was worried that her little trip to Risa had become public knowledge...and the revelations that Julia made while there.

"Most of that is rumor," she began, wincing slightly as she heard the lisp in her speech. She knew getting her tongue pierced would do that, but she'd get used to it. Jules kept telling her it was cute--Ben hadn't mentioned the lisp yet. "Events did happen similar to that. I had a crush on Greer for quite some time and when I found out that he and Ronni were together, I was depressed. I couldn't work, couldn't think...nothing. I sat around in my quarters the entire next day just staring out at the stars.

"That night, my former bunkmate shows up and tells me I need to get out. That outfit was her idea, I don't know why. I had never felt so exposed in all my life...but, it sure left an impression on a lot of people. Well, I went down to the Officer's Lounge and met Deiran there. He was playing chess by himself, and asked me to join him. I did and we played a few games. We started talking...and the talking turned to sex. For whatever reason, we were both pretty excited and we headed off to a holodeck. The premise was to go to play music...I knew why I was going there. I was so turned on, and I could tell he was too. The music was pretense...I was there for sex.

"I was a virgin, and the whole thing was a bloody cock-up...no pun intended. Deiran didn't know I was when we started...I sort of led him to believe otherwise. I didn't want to seem like some inexperienced little girl, so I made it sound like I had lots of experience. I should have gone home and everything would have been fine. Not that it was bad. He sang a song to me and we were soon making love in a pile of our own clothing. That night, I did things that I'd only ever read about. I lost track of time...I couldn't tell you if we did it once, twice, or ten times... I know when I left I was ashamed, and a mess. We were laying in each others arms, and one moment he was kissing me, and the next he was shrieking about not knowing what he was doing. He got frantic, told me never to talk about it to anyone, and then he was gone. Most of it's a blur now, but it was as much my fault as it was his.

"I grew up a lot that night," Teb said. "I lost a part of myself, but discovered another part. I think that my music has grown because of it...but, I don't know if I like what it's cost me. Would I do it again? I don't think so. I thought it was beautiful at the time. Funny thing is, I was still a naive, innocent kid who didn't know any better. Now that I'm with Ben, I've learned what real love is. I know what it is to love someone so much that they feel like they are a part of you.

"Personally, I think Deiran Casey is an arrogant, egotistical, spoiled git who has to get his way or else he'll throw a bloody tantrum. Regarding our affair, he shouldn't have been messing around on his wife and I shouldn't have been leading him on the way I was. I wasn't an innocent victim in our little game that night. I started out heart broken and feeling like I just wanted to curl up and die. But, when I started talking to Deiran Casey, and it seemed like he was getting turned on over me, part of me snapped and I wanted to have sex in the worst possible way. Deiran was as much my victim as I was his. It really does take two to tango."

Jordan felt so embarrassed, she should have never listened to a word that had fallen from Electra's venomous lips. "Ohh God Tebrianne, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have listened to Electra. I can't imagine all the hurt this must have caused you. At least he showed that he did care about you and you enjoyed it....right?

"I guess in his way, it could have been seen as caring," Teb said bitterly. "But, I can tell you it feels bloody rotten to have just made love for the first time and you're feeling wonderful and safe, and then you've got the bloke shrieking in your face 'oh my god, what have I done.' Not to mention being told later on that he wished he'd never met you." Teb shrugged her shoulders and managed a weak smile. "While we were in the moment, it felt amazing and beautiful and like everything I'd hoped it would be, but looking back..." Teb glanced out of the viewport for a moment, watching a work pod slide by the Galaxy. "I'm glad you came to talk to me, Jordan. It's better that you hear the whole story from me, and not the rumors and gossip of the ship. It's better to know that Deiran isn't the villain that he's painted to be in this piece. We were both in the wrong... He's made my life a bloody nightmare for the last six months, but I've had Ben to help me through it."

"Deiran's only a man, I'm so amazed that you've both managed to come through this with your dignity partially intact. Teb, I'm sorry I've made you dredge this all up again, especially since Casey has just lost his son." Jordan moved over to Tebrianne and hugged her again. "You're so lucky to have Benedict, don't ever let go of that." she whispered into Teb's hair.

"Thank you, Jordan," Teb said, returning the hug.

"I'm sorry, thank you for setting the record straight." Jordan got up to leave, then she stopped. "Teb, do you want to have lunch sometime, I want to discuss my hair?" Jordan laughed softly.

"I'd like that," Teb said with a grin. She absently clicked the stud piercing her tongue against the back of her teeth--a bad habit she'd picked up since having it put there. "Just let me know when and I'll be there."

Hop, Skip & Jump
by Hoglips the Butcher, Sadistic Dictator, Mirror Universe
reviewed by Captain Price

*** One hour previous, Playroom on the Behemoth ***

Muffin was suspended from a Roman cross after his 'fun' spanking session by several heavy leather thongs. *What is Mistress up to?*, he thought silently. *She has been to the other universe before*. The cuffs were cutting into his poor wrists, and he was tempted to plead for mercy. He adjusted to the right a tad, and his muscles flexed to a more comfortable position.

Just once, he wished Endris was not so mysterious. The Bacon Lady was up to something bigger than trying to move the ship through the jump gate. Matthew was sure. Hadn't she bragged that her last ship, the Cornucopia, had ventured into the other universe in a bid to capture a Cardassian mega ship? Hadn't she brought back plans to construct the Behemoth herself? The submissive one had also heard whispers that the Tholians had installed an inter-dimensional transportation device.

As his aches started to turn into involuntary groans, Matthew thought back to when he summon the courage to approach the Colonel after he learned through HIS spies that the infuriating one had made it safely back to Tellar. It had taken the human every shred of cunning he possessed to get back in Hoglip's good graces after their last encounter on the ISS Galaxy. In the end, he had personally jettisoned the torpedo tube that had borne the sinister doctor to freedom.

That turned the tide in his favor. Gakor consulted an antique watch & saw it was time to go to the bridge to find out if Soren was living up to his promises. Regardless of the outcome of the jump gate, the scientist was becoming a liability. The Butcher pulled out a machete and sheathed it at her side. A new plan to offer the El-Aurian 'freedom' emerged.

Just then, the human heard a blood-curtailing laugh. He tried to turn towards his lover's voice, but no longer had the strength to lift his head. Gakor watched Albrecht as his head slumped downward and prodded him with a long walking stick. When she sensed no resistance, she decided a personal touch was in order and she hauled him down from the mock crucifixion after a passionate kiss.

The Tellarite was confident of her abilities. Confident enough to list them aloud in front of her collapsed and helpless love slave. "So I'm a heroine in the other universe... I think I'll just pop over there and lull those goody-two-shoes into revealing all of their security secrets."

"And if this gate works, we will be able to bring an entire fleet of my allies through! I'll be able to repel the Imperial Federation of Planets off of Tellar, once and for all." Thinking some more, she revived Albrecht with a bucket of cold water and pulled him to his feet with his tether.

*** Later, Bridge ***

Soren activated the satellite links and the massive Behemoth moved toward's the mad scientist's doorway. Absent mindedly, Muffin wrung his hands, the Butcher's evil plans made him nervous. This latest one had to take all. A whole fleet to liberate Tellar? And make sure the Feds didn't come back to enslave them again?

The huge ship nudged to the periphery on impulse power, and the viewscreen showed swirls of color and raw power. Endris pulled back and felt the comfort of her leather body suit. "Mistress! Something is wrong! The gateway is stretching!", Matthew pointed.

At the Science console, Soren studied the readings. The flux was saturated with chroniton particles! The momentum of the titanic sized ship carried it into the vortex; there was no way to brake in time to stop.

"What is that?", Muffin cried defensively. "Mistress! Protect me!", he pleaded. The Behemoth was on a collision course with an unidentified mass! Gakor reacted by shoving the Vulcan helmsman out of the way and punched in a course correction in.

The Bacon Lady did not look pleased, and jerked harshly on her pet's leash. "Soren! I want to know what happened to us now! If those meddlers from the USS Galaxy had anything to do with this, heads will roll. And I don't mean into Pastries for Snacks!" The tyrant's eyes glowed red with menace, proving she was indeed incensed by the unexpected development.

"One moment my Lady", the groveling scientist retorted. "The outside environment is in a state of flux", he said hoping the flimsy excuse would by him time to work undisturbed. It didn't matter that the 'flimsy excuse' just happened to be the truth in this case. Torian moved to the main science console, carefully scrutinizing the readings to get a glimmer of how the 'accident' had occurred. He tinkered with beams and meters with no success.

The Butcher, in no mood for an argument, handed Matthew his leash, then snuck up on Soren from behind. The machete came out of its sheath a bit too rapidly, as if the Tellarite was drawing it for Oinkus. Muffin was sure his Mistress was about to decapitate the El Aurian who offended her, but with a remarkable show of restraint, the knife stopped short and held at the scientist's jugular.

The surge of adrenaline gave Soren a new idea, and he shifted to a mass spectrometer. The sensitive, futuristic technology of the Behemoth momentarily cut through the interference. *That reading looks like an Ambassador class starship*, he thought. Soren tried to move away from the blade and met with minor success, but a tickle of blood seethed through the cut Endris had made with her snack utensil.

Torian Soren was many things, but he had no desire to contaminate the time line. If what they hit was indeed constructed decades in the past, it would not have the gear to penetrate the Behemoth's cloaking device. Despite the knife at his throat and the evil dictator's displeasure, Soren concluded the time line was safe. Only the El Aurian knew the truth. A truth he could not share if he wanted to continue breathing. A new wave of flux disrupted his instruments, and the readings returned indicated greater mass.

*Perfect*, Soren thought, *This ought to disarm Miss Piggy*. "My leige", the waffling scientist began. The knife relaxed a bit so the scientist could share his discoveries. "Whatever we hit had the mass of a Galaxy class vessel, however, my readings are too muddled to get positive identification."

The effect on the dictator was immediate and dramatic. The knife was removed, and replaced with a dermal regenerator. (Gakor liked her subjects to heal so they could suffer longer. "You have done well, Doctor Soren! Perhaps I will send you to your precious Nexus after dinner."

Torian knew better than to expect hope, but to hear his prize dangled in front of him with such vengeance, he couldn't resist cheering up a bit and straightening his spine. Muffin rewarded the man with a wide grin. Both knew how precious few were moments when Endris expressed mercy or pleasure. It was not to last long.

"The USS Galaxy!" Endris cursed, "Nourishment! Those undomesticated boobs have discovered my attempts and are trying to stop me from entering their universe! Soren, arm photon torpedoes! I want that ship destroyed!", Gakor said brushing her furry hand through her hair, wishing Muffin could brush it to calm her. However, Soren did not move to comply. The scientist who narrowly escaped with his life collapsed to the deck when an energy bolt from the vortex through him off balance.

Free from his leash, it was Matthew who ran to the weapons console. His Mistress needed help! The hungry vortex threatened to devour the Behemoth. He studied the controls, but did not remember how to work them. The inhibitor Endris had implanted to remove his knowledge of star ships was working perfectly, after all, she wanted a weak and gullible slave.

The Butcher knew it was time to cut her losses, and attempted to reverse the course of the ship before it could go deeper into the rift. But the engines were not responding to her demands! How dare mere machined defy her evil desires!

The Tellarite who dreamed of liberating her homeworld contemplated a minute. A full spread of photon torpedoes might release them from the grip of this anomaly! "Snacks!", she declared as a battle cry, punching in the commands to fire the weapons.

The energy waves seemed to separate a bit, and her helmsman deftly maneuvered the ship into the thinnest part of the chroniton rift. The massive warp core of the Behemoth was straining. Would it be enough to pull them loose? Only time would tell.....

Promotions and Premonitions

by Lt Cmdr Endris Gakor, Doctor
reviewed by Lt Cmdr Matthew Albrecht, Security

*** Deck 8, Joint Quarters ***

"Muffin", Gakor said holding out her squirming son, "I just heard from Mother. She moved to the moon Klorax after I forfeted my claim to it, and is adapted well to freedom. She had other news, however, that I find proplexing. Because I discovered the cure for Teresi, the entire Tellar government has declaired our wedding should be held in the Tower of Cuisine."

Having grown up on Tellar with frequent Oinkus, the human knew the honor that was being exacted. It was a summons that could not easily be refused. Because it was considered a manner of Food to fet a national heroine, there was no polite way reject the 'request'. A holodeck simulation would insult the Tellarites under the circumstances, the only viable alternative was to journey to the original Tower, which meant taking a trip to Tellar itself.

Endris got a frown on her face. That left a big problem. The only ship large enough to carry all the couple's friends to Tellar was the Glaxy herself. After an uncomfortable swallow of air, the furry doctor spoke what both were thinking: "How can we convince Captain Price to take us there?"

Adam waved his tiny arms in an uncoridinated motion, accidently striking his realitively large Tellarite-like snout. The baby started to cry, and his Mother couldn't seem to comfort him. Matthew looked up at the gray fleece jumpsuit his son was dressed in, and made funny faces until the tears were soped up with laughter.

Endris started to brainstorm, still bouncing the baby gently on her knee. "Maybe we could pool our money and buy an old Excelsior class ship. There are some being auctioned off at the Qualar salvage yards. Now that we've both been promoted, we could probably afford one. Or maybe..." The doctor was interupted by a growl from the infant's stomach.

"Don't worry, Pumky", Muffin encouraged. "I have a feeling things are going to work out....."

"But how...", Endris protested.

"Remember, there is an Ambassador and a National herione of Tellar in our growing family.", Matthew replied with a smile. Gakor handed Adam to his father and went to get a jar of homemade baby food. It turned out that dumpling had a fussy digestive system that demanded a gormet Oinkus. The almagum of Human and Tellarite proved to be vigorous, and his health problems had fully mended.

Adam Delorbius fell asleep in his crib, and his parents soon followed. Although nothing was yet resolved, Endris felt growing hope that things would work out....

"Dead End."
by Lieutenant Commander Greer Erikson, Chief Science Officer

The console screen flashed a few times before switching off. Greer looked a little stunned at the sudden lose of a visual. Using his fist he hit the top of the console a few times in the vain hope that the visual would be restored but it was no use.

Lieutenant Commander Erikson shook his head and got out of his seat. Walking over to a draw underneath another of the laboratories consoles and withdrew a small engineering tool. Walking back over to the damaged console he knelt down and opened up the access panel. A small beam of red light came from the tool as he ran it over the rows of isolinear chips which connected the console to various pieces of laboratory equipment, the sensor grid, and the other sections of the Galaxy's science department.

Placing the scanner on the ground beside him, Greer ran a tricorder over the isolinear chips the small tool had suggested was at fault. The tricorder confirmed the result. The Chief Science Officer carefully trying to remove the yellow isolinear chip and placed in a new one from the repair kit next to the console mount. The console screen flashed a few times more until the graphic display he had been looking at before was visible again.

"There we go." he said softly, pleased that he would not be set back too much more than he had already in his research. Taking his seat in front of the monitor again the scientist began to review the model which the computer was displaying. "Computer, run a biospectral analysis on the samples and combine data with current model."

The computer processed the command and began its analysis of the biological samples in the exobiology laboratory. Making a few beeps and whirls it finally finished and began to alter the graphic display accordingly.

"Computer, is this all the result incorporated in to the display?"

["Affirmative. Graphics display shows all data produced by biospectral analysis results requested from Exobiology."]

"Alrighty then." the Chief Science Officer remarked. "Let's see how this compares to Mizan's model. "Computer, overlay this model with that described under personal file Erikson-gamma-Altine-one-seven."

Manipulating the three-dimensional image he tried to work out what it all meant. For fifteen minutes he sat there, perplexed. It seemed that those late night he had been keeping were not a good idea after all.

"Computer," he said as he switched off the console, "is there any holodeck available at the present?"

["Affirmative. Holodeck Two is unreserved."]

Walking to the laboratory doors he finally made up his mind, "Then reserve Holodeck Two for Lieutenant Commander Greer Erikson."

"A Blind Eye."

Lt. Benedict T'Kal
Tactical Officer

Lt. Cmdr. Tebrianne Bancroft
Chief Helm Officer
USS Galaxy

*** Four weeks prior to Convergance ***

Benedict sat cross-legged staring at the unfinished painting. Tebrianne's eyes reached out to him from the canvas as if they were alive. He still couldn't believe that those eyes could lie to him. She'd been so casual about it too. A conference.

He pondered what he was going to do - what would he say? He felt hurt by it. He would never mislead her - never lie to her. He just couldn't even contemplate that. Why had she felt the need? Benedict knew how she felt about being on stage with her band. He knew everything about her! Why had she denied his chance to see her doing something that she truly loved?

He'd gotten a copy of the concert - it was in holo-format - recorded so that it could be played in a holodeck. He could be part of the audience if he wanted to - but it wasn't the same. He hadn't played it yet. It was still sitting in it's cube on his top shelf.

The dark eyes held him again. That small question had plagued him for days. How could she have lied to him? She should have known that he would have been okay about her going off on her own - if only she had told him! He trusted her so completely that this lie bit into the very foundation that their relationship was built upon. Absolute trust - absolute faith - absolute love.

Benedict knew with certainty that she would never do anything that could put their relationship in doubt. It was just a small lie - he rationalized. Maybe she just didn't think he could fit in with her old crowd. Benedict knew that he was awkward at times with how she could be so radical. It was an element of her personality that was so different - yet so alluring! When she returned - which was very soon - she would most likely tell him. He couldn't deny that he felt angry about it.

Tebrianne had gone off to a week of playing with her band - they could have been together and shared the experience. She'd chosen not to do that. Instead she had taken her ex-room mate. On the pretext of her joining Helm of all things! Another lie!

Benedict felt cheated out of that experience. Instead he'd had to endure Cathy's company - it would have been okay had she not revealed that bloody broadcast! He had known by the ill concealed look in her eyes that she had enjoyed uncovering Tebrianne's falsehood. She had probably expected a very different end to the scenario than what had actually happened. Benedict had thrown her out right then and there!

He had lost face with her. He could deal with that later. She had gone off and he'd not seen her since. She was back on the ship - he knew that - but she had kept her distance. If only she had not revealed Teb's lie! He would ignore it then. Treat it as if he didn't know. A part of his mind piped up that it would be a test - to see if she would tell him the truth. Confronting her about it would be an immense loss of face to her. He couldn't do that. She would have to come clean with the lie herself.

He sighed and pulled his eyes away from the painting. He hadn't been able to finish it either. It was intended to be a surprise - but he hadn't been able to work on it since his return. The two canvasses propped against the wall showed a scene of Fujisan in shrouded clouds at sunrise, and a half finished view at sunset. He had lost his inspiration. He went over to the cupboard and took out a bottle of Glen Moringie Scotch - it was a close blend to the Denebian, but had a peaty taste.

He poured himself a glass - and sat down to drink it. He didn't have a duty shift for another twenty hours - he felt that he needed a drink.

A quarter through the bottle his door chime sounded and he walked to the door and opened it. On the other side Tebrianne stood grinning at him. For a moment he froze - not knowing what to say - but then he managed a smile. He really had missed her!

Tebrianne didn't know if her eyes were deceiving her, but she would have sworn that when Ben opened the door, he'd been scowling at her. He was grinning now, and that was all that she cared about. It had been a week, and she had missed him.

Dropping her tote in the doorway she flung herself into his arms and kissed him passionately. Part of her wanted to rip all of his clothes off and make love right there in the doorway, and another part of her wanted to tell him what really happened for a week. Her head was swimming with the kiss and as they broke from it, she could see the look of surprise in his eyes. She'd forgotten about her pierced tongue.

Oh god, she thought. What if he doesn't like it? What if he thinks its revolting? What if he figures out it came from Risa? What if he knows she was on Risa, anyway? Her skin was definitely darker and she was in better spirits than most people who had just gone to a conference.

Play it cool and don't let on that anything out of the ordinary happened. It was a flight control conference, and it was boring. They found a vendor in the city who sold them the tattoos and piercing. Street smart the way you grew up, Bri. Just let it slide...and hope it goes away.

"I was on Risa for a week," she said. "There was no conference. My band had a reunion, and I didn't know if I could do it if you were there. I didn't know what you would think of me punked out like that, and I was embarrassed. I was completely daft. I realized as soon as I was there that I missed you and could barely think straight without you." The tears had started and they weren't stopping. Teb tried to turn them off, but they wouldn't. She didn't want to cry. She wanted to be strong. "I'm sorry, Ben. If I could go back and have you there with me, I'd do it. It was great having Julia. I found my friend again. But, I wish I had you there with me." Teb reached up to touch Ben's face. Her flight mode had activated and she felt the urge to run back to her quarters. She forced herself to stay. She had to face the consequences of her decision as hard as it would be. "I missed you."

The words spilled out of her mouth so fast that it took Benedict completely by surprise - but the instant confession and the tears just made him smile. He held her tightly in his arms and lifted her clear of the floor. He looked into her tear streaked face that was a bare centimeter from his own and held her eyes in his violet gaze. He let a moment go by and then gently kissed her. It was a soft kiss that just brushed her lips. "Never lie to me again," he whispered and he kissed her with more tenderness as he drew her into the room. He kicked the tote bag aside and carried her to the bed.

All his fears seemed to have vaporized in one easy instant. She was where she belonged - in his arms - and that was all that really mattered. He held her gently and looked into her eyes, smoothing away a strand of hair that had caught in the wetness on her cheek. "Don't ever be afraid of telling me anything Love. I'm glad that you told me - I've spent the last three days wondering why you'd lie to me..." He kissed her open palm.."I knew where you were Love," he said softly and kissed her lips again, "But it doesn't matter now. I love you."

"I was too self-conscious," she said. "And, I didn't know what you'd think. I was afraid--and decided to run away from my fears rather than facing them." She smiled as she gazed into his eyes. She couldn't stop the giggles that bubbled up from somewhere. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to stifle her giggling. "It's just so great to be back here with you. It was fun spending the time with Julia and we're closer now than ever. I found out why she was so rotten back with that whole Casey mess, and we've gotten past that." Teb started playing with a lock of Benedict's hair as he caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry if I put you through hell. I didn't know what else to do. I wish you could have been there, and I feel so rotten that I kept that from you. It was an amazing concert, if I do say so myself. How was your shore leave? And, how did you know about the concert?"

Benedict rolled her over on top of him so that her hair fell in a curtainaround them, he cupped her face between his palms and stared into her darkloving eyes. "I had a week on Earth in Japan - and I spent a few days with Cathy Page - although I know I shouldn't have. She managed to tag along on the shuttle ride - and basically wheedled her way into things again. I really thought that we could have been just friends - but she pushed it too far again." He stroked her cheek as he saw her eyes narrow, and he smiled.

"She was the one that took great delight in showing me that The PunkBrats were on Risa - they had a live broadcast to Earth on one of the obscure channels. She thought she was doing me a favor I guess - I kinda lost it." He looked away for a second, not wanting to meet her eyes. He felt vaguely guilty about doing that - throwing her out in a fit of anger. "I told her to leave. I haven't seen her since. I think that friendship is over!"

He pulled Tebrianne in for another kiss before she could answer - she felt so good being with him - the anger he had felt toward her was even now a shadowy memory - he knew that he could forgive her anything. He realized that she had a major amount of control over his life - he seemed to be a planet revolving around her star - she was the center of his universe. He pulled away and grinned. The tongue piercing was verging on extreme - but it was sexy as hell. He wondered if it affected her singing voice too much - or whether it hurt..

"You know that you're going to have to dress up for me don't you - that outfit and the makeup was... inspiring.." He was drawn to her wild side - it was so different from Benedict's own personality that it attracted him immensely - he could even now feel how much it 'interested' him.. he changed the subject.

"I managed to get a little painting done while I was away - you can have one - my way of allowing you to share my experience..." he said it with an impish grin, prodding her about not sharing hers - but then he had the holodeck recording... that would be fun now, and he knew he could possibly surprise her with it.

"That's not fair." The concert was over and Ben would never be able to be a part of it. She would never be able to share it with him. The sudden urge to pull away hit Teb like a ton of anti-matter. "You know if I could go back and do all that over again, I would. I really do wish that you were there. The next time I have a concert or something like that, I'm dragging you with me whether you want to go or not."

"You'd better!" He laughed. "Oh..there's something else that I wanted to mention - but there didn't seem to be time before you scooted out of here. Khan Nilani is having twins. " He grinned - it was evident that Benedict was happy about it. "She's asked me to be the God Father!" He ran a hand down her back. "She wants to keep the father's identity a secret - he doesn't know. I promised - so I can't say. So it looks like I'm in for some parental responsibilities - I didn't think you'd mind.." He looked at her carefully - he knew only her memories - and this was something that needed to be aired between them.

"Why would I mind?," Teb said, sliding off to Benedict's side. "It'll do the big macho warrior good to change a diaper or two." Ryanna Gibson had asked George to be the godfather of her child. George was very honored. Teb never understood what it all meant though...then again, she never really fell in with the religious nature of her adoptive parents. At first, they were a might put off, but they realized that Tebrianne had to live her own life. If their daughter's beliefs differed from their own, then that was the way of things. She just hoped that Benedict didn't start talking like the funny man in the twentieth century flatscreen show. Mario or Marlo...or whatever his name was... That was all they needed, both of them running around the ship with speech impediments. The lisping punk rocker and the organized crime boss. "When is she due?"

Benedict grinned. "Couple of months." He winced at her calling him the 'big macho warrior'. "Well - it's something we haven't really discussed - and..I thought... I've been thinking a lot lately and.." He seemed to peter out of words.. he looked away from her for a minute to try to focus on what he really wanted to say - and how he wanted to say it. "You know how I feel about you Teb. " He turned back to her and looked her square in the eyes. "There is no-one else for me - there never will be." He brushed a fingertip along her chin. He felt for the words - but they didn't seem to come - instead he turned away from her and stood up. For a moment he looked down at her laying there - on his bed and he walked over to the shelf.

He took the small wooden laquered box down and held it. He opened it carefully and looked at it's contents. The scent of Arcacias was still there - some innate quality bestowed upon it by Q. It gleamed in silver and gold - very old yet beautifully designed. He looked at Tebrianne - she seemed a little confused - and he shared that a little. He really didn't know what had made him retrieve this - or even why he was about to do what he was thinking about - he just knew that it was 'now'.

He sat down beside Tebrianne on the bed and looked at her rather seriously. Suddenly he was as nervous as a first year cadet at an Admirals convention. He fiddled with the box a little and took a deep breath. "This has been in my mothers family for over seventeen generations." He took it out of the box and held it in the palm of his hand. The Betrothal Bracelet gleamed and sparkled in the light and it felt warm to the touch. Almost as if it had just been removed. He saw Tebrianne's eyes widen as she looked at it. "I never told you what I had wished for when Q came to the Galaxy. This is it. It was lost when my mother died - I never thought that I would ever get it back. But I wished for it because I wanted to give it to you." He held her eyes again and carried on. "It's my mothers' Betrothal Bracelet." He held it out to her. "I would like you to have it... of course there's a string attatched.." He couldn't help the insecurity that came through in his voice.

Tebrianne felt the ship start to spin. She was swimming in Benedict's eyes and it took a moment for her to steady herself. Her eyes went to the silver and gold bracelet in Ben's outstretched hand. Did he just ask her what she thought he asked her? Betrothal? Her mind raced to remember what little bits of Bajoran culture she had been taught. A fleeting thought carried the answer she was seeking. "Oh crikey," she whispered. "I... I don't know what to say... It's beautiful." Teb gently took the bracelet from him and turned it over in her hands. She could feel the weight of what the bracelet symbolized... A lifetime commitment to Benedict T'Kal. The rebel in her wanted to fight against it, but her heart quickly silenced it. She loved Ben. She looked up and felt his eyes draw her in again. She let them pull her in and embrace her in a violet blanket of safety. In a choked voice, she whispered, "...yes."

=/\= "Two and a Half" =/\=
by Lt Cmdr Matthew Albrecht

Two and a half. Two and a half seemed to be THE number as far as Matthew Albrecht could tell. Adam Delorbius was two and a half weeks old, and that alone was enough to base a celebration on. The security officer had just been promoted to lieutenant commander, which meant he now wore two and a half pips on his collar (or on his dress uniform, as he was wearing while he pondered the connection). Matthew had only two and a half weeks to turn in his Thesis Application to the Academy, though he still had not made up his mind what subject he would choose. And, in approximately two and a half minutes, (perhaps the estimate was stretching his point a bit…), Yazron’s beautiful bride Lorraine would appear in the shuttlebay and walk down the aisle to meet her groom and take her vows.

The turnout was impressive for a shipboard wedding. Captain Price had certainly orchestrated an elaborate setting for the wedding, using the main shuttlebay as the chapel. The cavernous chamber reached up two decks, and gave a spectacular view of space through the giant shuttlebay door that stood open for just that purpose. With so much room available, and with the ship on a relatively calm assignment, the Captain was able to allow virtually the entire crew the opportunity to attend the festive event. Matthew wondered how large a crowd might attend his own wedding, which had recently been co-opted by the Tellarite government who decided to thrust their goodwill upon his fiance, Endris Gakor for her success at finding the cure for Teresi Syndrome. *Have to remember to invite lieutenant’ Herrata specifically,* he thought, due to the aid the officer had been to Gakor in her research.

As he so often did, Matthew continued to let his thoughts drift in stream-of- consciousness fashion across a variety of topics. His tendency to let his mind wander had earned him excellent grades in his forensics class, since the state of mind he achieved allowed him to stumble upon solutions to the sorts of puzzles the instructor gave them to solve. He thought of it as almost a form of meditation. Also, it had the benefit of letting him forget that he was at the wedding without a date, since Gakes was with Adam Delorbius.

He wondered how a wedding in the Tower of Cuisine would be conducted. He had never heard of that great edifice serving as wedding chapel before. Since Tellar was not a world with a royal family, State Weddings were very uncommon. Word had gotten around quickly on Tellar, and the Albrecht family had already sent him several messages about the amazing turn of events before he had a chance to tell them himself. They were very proud of their soon-to-be daughter-in-law. And, Matthew’s mother was always up for an evening in the spotlight of Tellar’s society scene.

His thoughts were interrupted by the solemn statements of Captain Price. Soon, lieutenant Beq and his groomsmen arrived to take up positions at the end of the red carpet. Then, lovely bridesmaids started up the aisle as well. "Mates, please rise for our bride," Lee asked, and everyone in attendance rose for the lady in white, who looked glamorous and beautiful as she strode up the aisle. All weddings are special things, with a power that comes from the willingness of its participants to promise themselves to each other eternally. This one was no exception. Matthew looked up at the groom’s face, and, seeing his expression of devotion, promptly forgot the things that had occupied him moments before. That was the power of love, and soon he, too, would experience it in the same way that Yazron Beq was feeling it then.

"Of rifts and rice"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

*** 2295, USS Excelsior ***

Sulu was enjoying the last of the Tellarite tea samples Commander Rand had prepared. The Excelsior was nearing the Tellar system. They were traveling there to pick up an Ambassador and bring him to Earth for a diplomatic conference.

Mister Gurov, the Excelsior's Russian helmsman, noticed something strange on his console. "Captin,... I am picking up a strange spatial phenomenon off the port bow of ship. I have never seen such a thing as this. What it could be you know?"

Handing his tea cup and saucer to Janice, Captain Sulu leaned forward resting his head on his left palm. "Let's have a look Ensign. On screen."

The view screen switched from the passing tunnel of stars to show the fluctuating energies of a spatial rift.

"My my, that does appear to be something out of the ordinary." Sulu acknowledged. "Drop us out of warp and plot a course to bring us in for a closer look. One quarter impulse Mister Gurov."

"Yez Captin." the goteed Romanov replied slowing the Excelsior class starship and turning the ship onto the new course and speed.

Turning, Sulu noticed Commander Rand at her station with a puzzled look on her face. "What is it Janice?" the Captain asked.

"I'm not sure sir. I'm picking up strange interference over the communications system. It may be someone trying to hail us." the blonde hared Communications officer explained adjusting her ear receiver.

"Can you boost the signal?" Sulu asked.

"Trying to Captain. I can put it on audio if you want sir."

"Let's hear it then." Sulu agreed.

A crackling, warbling sound filled the bridge as a static ridden audio signal was broadcast. With a few adjustments, part of the message was received.

[...,...day. May day. Any ships in the vicinity....., ...damaged,... support failing..... Federation starship ,... ,... ,... May day....,..]

The signal grew fainter as the static and warbling increased, drowning out the female voice on the other end.

"Dat sounds like a distress call sur." Ensign Gurov declared the obvious.

"I agree. Can we detect anything in that anomaly Lieutenant Horn?"

The Excelsior's science officer reached a blue hand to the sensors and conducted a quick scan. "Neutrino particles and Tachion interference seem to be causing a time phase displacement. Most difficult to penetrate sir. I am trying to compensate." After a few seconds, Horn replied, "There does appear to be an object in there Captain. I can not get a fix on it, but it is of sufficient size to be a starship of some type. It's rather large."

Everyone on the bridge glanced at the Captain. Hikaru Sulu continued to lean to one side bracing his chin in his hand while gently tapping his thumb against his cheek as he thought. "Helm, take us into the phenomenon. Stand by with tractor beams." Activating the communication system on the arm of his chair, Sulu ordered, "Medical, stand by for possible medical emergency. We are responding to a distress call. Captain out."

Slowly the USS Excelsior entered the spatial rift.

*****

*** Present, main shuttle bay, USS Galaxy ***

Lee smiled. "And so, by the power vested in me by Starfleet Command and as Captain of this vessel, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Immediately the shuttle hangar broke out in applause, even before Lee could add, "You may kiss your bride."

Yazron took Lorraine into his arms, lifted her veil and gave her a long, passionate kiss. They both were glowing in the moment.

"May I be the first to present to you Mister and Misses Yazron and Lorraine Beq." Captain Price announced as the couple turned to face their guests and family members for the first time as a married couple.

The music started to play cheerfully, but before walking down the aisle and allowing their guests to pelt them with handfuls of dry rice, Yazron reminded, "Those that can make it are all invited to Holodeck one for the reception party. I'm sure you'll like it." The groom was smiling so widely, no one had ever seen him so happy as he was this day.

The couple made their way down the aisle and were showered in thrown rice. An old earth superstition that was supposed to ward off evil spirits and bring the couple good luck and fertility. When they exited the shuttle bay, slowly their guests began to file out. First the wedding party walked down the aisle in pairs and then the rest of the distinguished guests. Lee stood there and enjoyed the festive spirit. This was just the second marriage ceremony he'd conducted on board the USS Galaxy under his command. Of all the duties and responsibilities that came with being a Starfleet Captain, this was definitely one of the more pleasant ones. Lee looked forward to finding out what surprise Yazron had programmed into holodeck one for the wedding reception. He was certain that it was going to be a lot of fun.

Captain Price was finally ready to exit the shuttle bay himself to allow the bay engineers the opportunity to clean up after the wedding and set everything back to operational status once again. As his heals clicked on the carpeted hangar deck floor, his communicator sounded. Reaching past his Starfleet metals and decoration ribbons, Lee tapped his badge to activate it. "Price here, go ahead 'mate."

It was Lieutenant jg Groom from the bridge, which Lee found to be rather ironic given the timing. ["Sorry to interrupt you Captain."]

"No worries Lieutenant' Groom. What can I do for you 'mate?"

["Sir. While conducting the subparticle scans, the Science department has discovered a strange sort of rift that appears to be opening up a few parsecs away near Narendra III. They want permission to take the ship over and check it out."] Lieutenant jg Groom explained.

Lee sighed as he thought about the wedding reception on the holodeck. But then he figured that the party would last for several hours, so he'd have plenty of time to go up to the bridge and check out this rift science had discovered. Then he could change out of his dress uniform and join the others at the party. "Fair dinkum 'mate. Set a course to check it out, but proceed carefully. I'm on my way up now. See you in a few 'mate. Price out."

Holding the leather bound bible that he used in the ceremony, Lee glanced back out over the shuttle bay floor while the crewman began to disassemble the platform and seating to convert the hangar back to Starfleet regulations. A satisfied smile formed on the Captain's face along with a sense of peace and tranquillity. After a moment, Lee turned on his heal and exited the hangar, heading for the bridge.

"Truce"
by Lieutenant T'Zaq
and Lieutenant (j.g.) Elaiithin Jii

After getting off of the turbolift that Lt.j.g. Bolitho had just exited, Lieutenant j.g. Elaiithin found himself wandering through the corridors. The computer said her quarters were here..... theoretically in this section. The wrapped bundle in his hands was growing heavier by the minute.

"Okay, a computer doesn't lie. So, theoretically, Lieutenant T'Zaq's quarters are right....about.....here!" he exclaimed, as he finally found them. He shifted the bundle's weight to his left arm, and pressed the doorpanel. Inside T'Zaq's quarters, a small chirping noise was sounding off Elaiithin's presence.

*Thweep* The door slid open to reveal T'Zaq standing there in the doorway, dressed casually and with a large parrot on her shoulder. She ran her fingers through her messy hair. "Hello, Lieutenant'.." she started, a little uncertainly. "What brings you here?"

"Well...uhm, Lieutenant. I uh.." Elaiithin straightened noticably. He was rather nervous. "Do you mind if I come in? This is a little heavy."

"Oh. Of course..." T'Zaq stepped aside from the doorway and motioned him in. "May I offer you anything to drink? I have some fresh strawberry-lemon juice..."

"Thanks, Lieutenant. Um, sure, that sounds great."

As T'Zaq went to pour two glasses of the juice, Elaiithin set the bundled object down on the table in the nearby breakfast nook. "I wanted to...apologize for my behaviour on your shift a few weeks ago. The incident shouldn't have happened..and it was an embarrassment to us both. Me, for allowing it to happen, and you, for it simply happening on your shift."

"Well," She regarded him with a raised eyebrow as she set his glass in front of him. "You seem to be behaving yourself now that you're in Security. Apology accepted."

Elaiithin barked out a small laugh. "Yea, and it's not easy, either. Anyways, that brings me to this.." he said, with a motion to the wrapped object. "Think of it as a peace offering, Lieutenant."

T'Zaq slowly unwrapped the object from it's protective covering, revealing a very old, --and expensive, Vulcan vase, from the Pre-Reform days. She stared at it for quite a long while, carefully turning the vase around in her hands to look at all of it. "This is.... exquisite, Lieutenant..." she breathed softly. The parrot tilted his head critically and eyed the piece, but didn't say anything.

Elaiithin grinned shyly. "I'm glad you like it. It was.....hard to find." Jii felt soiled just at the memory of the ferengi at the last starbase and what dealing with the rodent-like creature had been like.

T'Zaq set the vase on a nearby shelf, displaying it prominently. She admired it for a moment, then returned to her seat and took a sip of the juice. The parrot climbed down off her shoulder and began walking around on the table. "So, are you planning to attend the wedding this afternoon?" she continued.

"Well, I hadn't decided." Jii replied honestly enough. "I don't really know Lieutenant Beq. Were you going?"

T'Zaq nodded. "I do not know either of the couple well either, but I do love weddings. I am sure it will be an interesting time." She smirked, just slightly. "Have you ever been to a *Betazoid* wedding, Lieutenant'?"

"A..umn...Betazoid wedding?" He replied.."No.I can't say that I have. Is it true that everyone is nude? I imagine that would be a bit distracting. Incidentally, feel free to call me Jii."

T'Zaq inclined her head politely. "I'm honored. And yes indeed, everyone was nude, or nearly so. It was quite an interesting experience. I am sure this one will be fun, too." She took a last sip, finishing off her juice. "Well, Lieutenant', if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for the event. Thank you again for the lovely vase. Hope to see you there

"Certainly" He replied with a nod, finishing the last of his own juice. "I'll see you there. Take care, Lieutenant."

Spice for the Broth.
by Colonel Endris Gakor, Evil Despot, Mirror Universe

*** Bridge ***

The Butcher had just ordered her cronies to destroy the USS Galaxy. Endris had blamed them for stopping her latest scheme to wretch Tellar free of the Imperial Federation of Planets. The Helmsman hesitated a minute, wondering which was more dangerous; the wrath of Hoglips, or the chroniton distortion that was doing a good job of gradually crushing the Behemoth.

Every slowly due to outside interference, the mammoth ship turned away from the exit to the phenomena, positioning itself so it could attempt to seek and destroy her prey. "I obey your orders," the Tellarite helmsman responded.

Meanwhile, Matthew Albrecht, the Butcher's servant, was becoming impatient. He approached Gakor respectfully and obtained permission to speak. "Mistress, if we are to escape this 'disturbance', I respectfully suggest you turn off my inhibitor", Matthew Albrecht chimed up.

"Nourishment my pet! What mischief are you up to now?", Gakor said with a frown. Was this another of his petty but infuriating schemes to escape?

"Nothing, my Queen", he said sincerely. "If you remove my inhibitions, I will have useful knowledge to serve you during this dilemma. Otherwise, this miserable one will be of no use."

"Very well Muffin, but don't try to run away. That leather collar you love so much doubles for a punishment device.", she said pushing a stud on her leather vestments. The shocking that followed forced the former punishment officer to grit his teeth reflexively. "That was the lowest setting, my pet. See that you behave... Or perhaps I will have you neutered!", the Tellarite dominatrix threatened.

Albrecht wondered why his Mistress bothered to remind him of something so simple. It was an indication that stress was getting though her thick hide. But pointing out the problem would lead to punishment. The boy wisely kept his mental comments to himself, as knowledge of his former life slowly filtered back into his consciousness.

Chief Engineer Jorn piped an urgent message to the bridge. The strain the chronoton particles were putting on the hull had bored a narrow opening in the shields. Before they could close it, several microscopic meteorites pelted the warp core! The chief requested shutting down the core and continuing on impulse power.

But Gakor was in know mood for slowing down now that she thirsted for revenge! "Permission denied!", she screamed into the intercom, slamming her fist into the comm button. "Snacks! In order to catch the Galaxy, we need to increase speed, not slow down! Shovel latinum into those engines if you have too, but move us faster!" Endris knew a monetary threat would put a buzz in the Ferengi's ears and produce maximum efficiency.

Hoglips looked around the bridge. Torian Soren had collapsed to the deck during a bout of turbulence. He had yet to recover. Matthew looked green, as if the returning memories of starship operations were not as pleasant as he thought they might be. Then she assessed herself. Her hair was out of place, and her leather body suit was ripped in several places; and she was gut-wrechingly hungry, angry, and tired. The helmsman, Mr Paros, was fighting to hold their position stable at the steering console. Endris could tell by the rate he was entering commands, he was doing his best. His fuzzy hands were nearly moving at a blur.

*Maybe I should back off*, she shuttered to think of retreating. "Muffin! Mistress commands you to go to Engineering to help Jorn stabilize things there."

Albrecht looked pleased at being assigned a task he could accomplish well. But his Mistress would not dismiss him so easily. The wicked woman couldn't help but taunt him while he was heading to the turbo lift. "If you go anywhere else, or dally to long getting your butt down there, the punishment device is set to maim you, my precious. Remember that I will not be there to free you should you disobey."

"Mistress, may this one be excused to carry out his assigned task, Mistress?" Matthew said formally in accordance to his training. Gakor was divided, on one hand she was pleased her slave was showing respect, on the other, she was tempted to press the punishment stud for his intolerable delay. But if he were doubled over in pain, he would be of no use to Jorn. "Go now! You are dismissed to your task!"

Without hesitation, the human entered the turbolift on a destination for the engine room.

"Request"
by Lt Cmdr K'Eytyanna Samara and Cmdr Deiran Casey

Getting up, K'Ey moved to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. Looking into the mirror, she combed her long hair until it didn't look like a mess before heading out to see D'Akana.

Sitting down on the couch, she lay back and looked up at the ceiling. Over the past few weeks after the incident with the St Louis, she had been having dreams - not nightmares but some pretty interesting ones none the less. She really wanted to act on them, but she seriously doubted that either the Captain nor Commander Casey would approve her requests.

Thinking about it for a few minutes, she realised that she had been working pretty hard to make up for recent mistakes, and she would continue to follow the rules. Since she was a Lt Commander, she might as well start doing some of the last bit.

"Now Deiran will be at that wedding, so I can see him after that."

Jumping up, K'Ey raced into her bedroom and slipped into a clean dress uniform before racing back out of her quarters.

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

Deiran Casey looked up from bouncing Lara on his knee as he heard footsteps heading towards his table after the wedding. K'Eytyanna Samara was standing nearby.

"Hello, Lt Commander."

"Hello, Commander and Lt Commander. I am really sorry to bother you and your family, but can I ask you something, Sir? It won't be long and isn't too important."

"What do need Kay? How can I help you?" Deiran asked, his hands behind his back.

"I'll just spill it out.. I would like to take the Command Duty test so that I could eventually do Command shifts on the bridge."

"No seriously Kay, what is it you need?" Deiran laughed.

"I'm really serious. I know I have a bad reputation of being a hot-head with a bad temper, but I know that I can do this. If I need to, I'll learn some emotion control exercises from a Vulcan. Please? How about if I just try the Command Duty tests, and we can take it from there. It isn't like I don't take double-shifts a lot already, so that isn't anything to worry about."

You're serious? Well you have the rank and the experience. We'll try you out on the first three command tests. Meet me in holodeck one at 1400 hours tomorrow morning. I'll give you the holoprograms and the rest you can do on your own. Good luck."

"Tinted Mirror - Interigator"
By: Lieutenant Jg. Rotan Heratta
USS Behomoth - Mirror Universe

Within the semidarkness of the Interrogation room, the glowing lights of the agony booth shed only a pale blue luminescence that was itself painful to behold. Floating within the null-field of the booth was a lone figure. The man wore only the remains of an Imperial Federation uniform, now shredded by the dagger-like effects of the pain booth.

"You will give me the answers I seek..In time." The purr of the Nausicaan was laced with venom as he adjusted a small hand held PADD tied into the settings of the agony booth. As if to emphasize his point, he activated a small button on the PADD and tilted his head in anticipation of the result.

A scream, drawn as if from the very soul of the victim. Long and mournful, it lasted several seconds before ending in an exhausted and muffled sob.

"Now then..who was it that tried to have Colonel Gakor killed? Give me names and it will all go easier on you. Otherwise, this is only the beginning!" The menace in Rotans voice stabbed out like a cold dagger.

The figure within the null-field drifted slowly with the booth, his head down as he slowly continued his muffled sobs.

"Come now, pull yourself together. We've barely explored a third of the capabilities of the booth. Your strength can't already be failing you." Rotan let the sarcasm in his voice fill the room, an almost laugh.

"I know....nothing" The officer managed between the rakes of agonizing pain.

"You know everything!" The Nausicaan exploded in anger. "You were a part of Gakor's personal guard. You allowed someone access to the Colonel's very chambers! Very well, suit yourself." Rotan offered a sentimental sigh as he adjusted the PADD's controls still further.

"This next setting, when it hits, will cause permanent damage." Rotan tried to sound concerned as he let his long finger hover over the activation switch.

"All right!" The man within the booth yelled. It was Jii! It was Lieutenant Ellaithin Jii! He was the one who paid me..he said that it would be quick and easy. That we would all move up in rank and no one would be the wiser..." The man collapsed within the null-field as he said the last.

"I see." Was all Heratta said in reply.

After considering for anouther moment, he spoke. "You have earned yourself a quick death." Adjusting the booths pain level to maximum, he activated the controls. The man began screaming again, a scream louder than any that had come before it.

Rotan Heratta set the PADD on a nearby table and relished in the sound of pure agony. Pulling his black glove on tighter about his hand, he turned to leave the small interrogation chamber. Elaiithin Jii would be made to answer for his crimes, of that there would be no doubt.....

"Changes..."
Lt. Benedict T'Kal
Tactical Officer

Lt. (jg) Catherine Page
NPC Science Officer
USS Galaxy

*** Four weeks prior to Convergance ***

Catherine sat brooding. She had worked for three days with the T'Sonra device - and the first set of altered memories were ready. The technology was complex, but the idea was simple - it re-programmed a mind in the same manner as a computer could be re-programmed. Memeory was a set of electrical impulses interpreted by the mind into picture, sensation and sound. Once that basic foundation had been mastered - it was simple to create technology that could basically alter those impulses.

The T'Sonra used it effectively to erase criminal memory and to implant memory of prison or punishment. It was a cost effective means of gaining a rehabilitated mind back into the community. It was seen as being humanitarian - as no actual physical pain was administered - nor in fact did they have bear the burden of enforced criminal incarceration.

It was all in the mind. Of course the Federation took a dim view of the methods of law enforcement on T'Shone - and the devices were strictly illegal. But you could get anything for the right price. The T'Shonra device was dangerous in the wrong hands.

Cathy Page's hands caressed the device - it had no conscience - she had no conscience either - a perfect match! She had crossed the boundary of caring about consequences. Benedict had rejected her totally. He had thrown her away - discarded her like some kind of tramp! He was blinded by the Black Romulan Witch and her mind control! Cathy had convinced herself that Benedict really loved her - but he was prevented from acting on that love because Tebrianne Bancroft had used her Vulcan mental abilities to turn him away - trap him and bind him, like some evil spirit.

She had acted then. On Earth she had taken steps. She caressed her belly and smiled. Whether he wanted it or not - she now had a part of him. It was proof of their love. He couldn't deny that he was the father. Especially after she gave him his new memories of what they had done together on Earth. Of course he would also realize how manipulative the Bitch had been - how she had programmed him - denied him his true feelings...

It had been Cathy's fantasy - now it would be Benedict's reality. She didn't cast herself in the role that she had made for Tebrianne. She didn't think about the consequences or truly understand the complex interactions between memory and personality - the deepest levels of programmed response. She didn't understand all of the workings of the device - but she knew enough to make it work.

She knew that Benedict would be in the gym right now. He was nothing if not fanatical about his physical regimen. She smiled a cold chilling smile and left her quarters with the device hidden inside the standard issue tricorder. She only had to get within a few meters - he would never know!

Benedict walked out of the gym feeling the onset of a throbbing headache. He felt a little strange - a head full of cotton candy. He made his way to the turbo lift and stepped into the small space, leaning against the wall he sighed. His duty shift was coming up in an hour - he needed a shower and something to eat. That would probably help.

He felt vague - displaced. He drew in his concentration and started a calming routine that always worked - only this time it didn't. He couldn't summon the concentration to do even that! He frowned and closed his eyes - the movement of the turbo lift thrummed through his back as he leaned against the wall. He'd been having those dreams again. Visions of Tebriannes' mind - her memories placed in his head when they had engaged in a total mind meld.

She hadn't had enough control. He knew it now. She didn't really know what she was doing - did she? The question came to mind along with the memory of her placing her fingers against his nerve centres and gazing into his eyes. Her dark beautiful - deceitful eyes. She was bewitching - cunning.... he pondered those thoughts like they were something abruptly alien.

But he knew that she had melded with him twice now. Once a long time ago - when they had first met. He remembered how he had been caught by her eyes that day. He'd broken it off with Cathy shortly after that. Cathy... her smiling face came to mind and it made him smile in response. Her blue eyes were so... he stumbled over the thought and was momentarily confused by the superimposed images of blue and brown.. not quite right but not quite wrong either..

He thought about Tebrianne - fixed his thoughts upon her and knew that he'd made such a big mistake. How could he have done that? After all the thoughts about Casey and his adultery! He could finally sympathize with the man - after all it had happened to him too! She had bewitched him as easily as she had Casey!

'Prophets guide me'...he thought. What was he going to do now? How would he face her? He tried to rationalize that he'd been crazed - something about her had made him do those things! It was her mind meld. Prophets!

He'd actually asked her to marry him! Of course she had accepted - and where did that leave him now? Trapped in a relationship with a woman he was beginning to suspect had done something to his mind to force his hand.

He had probably asked her to marry him out of guilt. He did feel guilty about being with Cathy - the memories of their time together tumbled through his mind. Crystal clear images - a memory of her smile, her eyes, her touch... was she right? Had Tebrianne done something to his mind - why had he left Cathy in the first place?

Prophets but he was confused! The turbo lift opened and he walked out to his deck. He walked to his quarters still deep in thought - trying to sort through the images and concepts in his mind. He dropped onto his bed as the headache finally began to recede.

He stared up at the ceiling wondering what he was going to tell Tebrianne.

By: Lt James Chen
LtJg Lexana Ral
Security
USS Galaxy

After leaving Sunder's office, Chen found himself outside Lex's quarters, which is exactly where he had been heading. It had kind of crept up on him, and now that he was there, it occurred to him that he had no idea what he was going to say. He had gone over this moment in his head dozens of times. Had even rehearsed what he was going to say on the ride to Starbase 357. Now he repressed the urge to go the other way.

He swallowed and hit the door chime. He heard her voice on the other side of the door. "Come in."

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and went in. She was working on some reports at her table when he arrived. She looked up from the reports. When she saw him her eyes widened. He grinned sheepishly as the door slid shut behind him. "Hi, Lex."

She blinked, she'd been up for hours. Staring at those PADDS was making her see things. Maybe she OD'd with that last Raktajino. James, however was still there when she opened her eyes again. Part of her wanted to run over and jump into his arms, but she wasn't sure how he felt and knowing him he was probably walking around with a couple of broken ribs. Besides she'd lost all feeling in her legs. She tried to sense what he was feeling before she spoke. She felt concern, he'd been worried about her, she smiled slightly. What else? He was holding many things back and consciously doing so. She stopped her mind searching into his further. It was probably time to speak...

"Hi." She said, smiling as he walked over and sat on the table "You're back." She said matter of factly.

"Miss me?"

Lex really didn't know how to answer that. She was so happy to see him, after all those nights of falling asleep and wondering if he was alive. Or where he was. Half of her was tempted to slap him one for asking such a silly question. The rest of her was so glad to hear his voice again, and see his smile.

The last time she'd seen him,she'd thought he was dead. She didn't know he'd been beamed away at the last minute. She'd blamed herself, he had , after all, been trying to rescue her. Then she'd woken up from her drug-induced sleep back home on the Galaxy, only to find he'd already left on a top secret assignment. One of her friends had joked about Lex dating Superman. She'd thought about it a lot after that. James was like that. Always brave and loyal, putting his friends lives before his own. There was such a deep sense of honor in him, he was a truly good person, smart, funny, open, honest... The list went on.. not to mention (As Kalln would put it) "Buff".

Let's face it, Lex was never particularly tactful, even before her expulsion from the counseling department. She simply stood up and threw her arms around his neck just glad he was alive and alright.

"Guess that answers my question," Chen said, brushing a mass of curls out of his face so he could see.

He stared at her for what seemed a long time, then took a deep breath. "I never gave you your Christmas present, did I?"

"What?" She looked confused for a moment

"Your Christmas present. I left before I could give it to you." He pulled the small velvet case out of his pocket and handed it to Lex. "I actually got this on Earth while I was gone, and it seemed a lot better than what I had originally planned to give you. Besides, the old present got stolen."

She looked at the contents of the box and saw the small brooch inside. It had a Chinese character engraved on it. She searched through her mind and finally recognized it as the character for love. She shook her head. "It looks old. Where did you get it?"

"I found it in an antique shop. It originally belonged to my mother."

She looked up. "What? How do you know?"

"A friend who knew them told me. He had found it in a shop, but really had no reason to buy it until I showed up."

She shook her head. "I can't take this."

He nodded at the box. "Look at the back of the brooch."

She took the piece from the box and looked at the back. Their were tiny Chinese characters engraved on it. "What's it say?"

"' She who possesses this shall forever have the protection of the Chen family and the spirits of those no longer of this earth.' It's actually replacement. The original was lost in a fire during my grandmother's time. My father made this with his own two hands for my mother."

"Did you have to pay for it?"

Chen nodded. "I traded my sword for it."

"You sword? You made that sword yourself!"

Chen shrugged. "It belonged to my parents, and I wanted you to have it. I mean, I've learned so much about myself while I was gone."

"Like what?"

"Like what my real name is."

"What?"

"The name on my birth certificate is James Chen. But, my parents also gave me a traditional Chinese name they'd call me a lot."

"What was it?"

"My name is Chen Chun Wu, son of Chen Kar Sung."

"James, I..." He touched her lips.

"I've missed you so much. I just want to be here with you for right now."

She didn't know quite how to put the next part. "James, I heard some rumors from the Starbase. Rumors that there was an officer coming in from a confidential assignment. An officer who'd been captured by somebody."

Chen took a deep breath. "Yeah." He looked at her for a moment and stood up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small padd. He set it down in front of her. It was a photo padd. On the front was the picture they had taken on the holodeck on one of her sailing programs. Chen had his arms around her and they were both grinning widely. The padd was covered in grime and what looked like blood. She swallowed hard. "That kept me alive for a week. They had me for nine days. They beat me, cut me and burned me. Some of the wounds were so old and bad that the doctors couldn't cover it them with a tissue regenerator." He pulled up the sleeve on his left arm. From his wrist to the crook of his elbow ran a long, wide purple scar. "This is what happens when a phaser set on the lowest level is held on the skin too long."

She closed her eyes and felt his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shown that to you. I sure as hell didn't come here to. You'd have seen it sooner or later. You should probably know that it gets worse in some places."

"I know" she said softly, resting her forehead on his shoulder. she opened her eyes, not moving, her finger gently tracing the scar. Her eyes ached as she felt the indents in his skin. It was too much for a tissue regenerator to fix, it seemed they were burned into his soul. She raised his wrist to her lips and kissed the scar "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For letting you go.. even for a little while.. without telling you how I felt." He smiled at this, her fingers brushed his cheek, committing his profile to memory

She leaned forward and whispered something in Mandarin "Wo ai ni" she kissed him "I love you.. I wanted to say it before you left, but I never got the chance." her voice so low James could hardly hear her "And when you were gone I was so scared you'd die or be taken prisoner and I'd never be able to tell you." She reached and took the photo padd from the table "You kept this...I remember when it was taken" a faint smile. "I haven't used this program for months now. It reminded me." She stopped herself, knowing if she didn't she was going to start crying, or something silly. Besides, she was happier then than she'd been a long time and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her insignificant life in his arms, well at least the next few hours.

She looked up to find James had gone very quiet, he was staring at her. Maybe he was in shock. Her eyes widened for a second, then she broke out of his arms and headed for the replicator.

"You look tired." she said "Can I make you something to eat or some tea?"

He sat at the table for a few seconds, then finally stood and moved quickly after her. She turned and he took her face in his hands. There was a passion burning in his eyes she had only seen once or twice since she'd known him. He stared into her eyes for just a few seconds, then kissed her. The kiss was hungry and full of the sorrow and loneliness both had been feeling. When they finally broke, he smiled. "Sorry," he said. "I should've asked first." She smiled back.

"Computer, lock door" She said quietly "So what were we talking about?"

"We weren't talking." James replied

"Oh no.. so we weren't" Lex said before kissing him again

Let's just say that all mental images of roommates and lizards were temporarily banished.. as some things are better left to the imagination..

A WEDDING AND A TRANSFER

Ensign Mohammed Uhura, Operations Officer
Lieutenant Commander Christopher Kell Thomas, Chief of Operations
USS Galaxy, NCC-70637

Mohammed arrived at the shuttle hanger bay where the wedding between Yazon Beq and Lorraine Ronalds would take place. Dressed in his dress whites, he left his wedding gift with all the rest and he took a seat to watch the union of two people in love. As he watched the proceedings. Captain Price stood before the happy couple. Lorraine Ronalds looked positively ethereal as she stood next to the man she loved and was marrying today. Yazon Beq, though appearing a bit nervous, made a distinguished figure standing next to his lady. A look of ultimate contentment on his face.

As Captain Price spoke the words of the wedding ceremony, Mohammed remembered his own wedding.....

============== New Johannesburg, April 10th, 2264 =================

Clad in the traditional African wedding garb of the groom, Mohammed stood at the alter waiting for his future wife to walk down the aisle. Standing next to him was his father, Akeem, and his brother, Makeba. As tradition dictated the groom's father and one of his brothers must stand with him during the wedding ceremony as a symbol of support and love. Mohammed believed that it was meant to keep the groom from running away.

Suddenly Tashi appeared. Looking absolutely stunning in her African print gown. She held in her hands a bouquet of fresh purple African Violets and Roses. Escorting her was Yohance Moyenda, her father. Mohammed had loved Tashi from the moment he say her but now...now he knew that they were meant to be.

The ceremony was performed by Bishop Shakur Mufasa Ibin Salaam, who was a respected member of the New Johannesburg council of churches. As he spoke the ancient words of Swahili blessing, prayer and marital union, Mohammed and Tashi held hands and gazed into each others eyes. Once the Bishop had pronounced them husband and wife, Akeem Uhura and Yohance Moyenda walked away and returned with an ancient straw and stick broom. Together they set it down in front of the couple who, in an age old tradition, jumped over it. And from that moment on they were husband and wife, wife and husband.

Mohammed heard Captain Price pronounce the happy couple as husband and wife and a smile spread across Mohammed's face. but he also felt a pang of sadness that his own wife was not with him. He engaged in tossing rice at the happy couple and was about to leave when he heard someone address him.

Lt. Commander Thomas hadn't planned on attending the wedding, because of the pain it brought back to him. He missed his dear departed wife very much and being here wasn't easy. His decision to be hear at the wedding was more of duty than anything else. While he was certainly happy for the couple getting married, he was very uptight to be here. However he also tried to have a good time while he was present, but that wouldn't be for to long. He would soon leave the party and either return to his quarters or the bridge.

"Ensign Uhura?"

Mohammed turned and snapped to attention. Standing there was Lt. Comdr. Christopher Thomas, chief of Ops. "Yes, sir, Commander."

"As you were Ensign. I noticed you here and I thought I would let you know personally. Congratulations...your transfer has been approved. Welcome to Operations." Thomas extended his hand.

Mohammed beamed as he shook the Lt. Commander's hand. "Thank You sir. I'm glad to be with Ops. When do I start?"

Lt. Commander Thomas smiled. "Eager to begin. I like that. Someone will contact you with your assignment. Again..welcome to Ops Ensign." Chris started to walk off and then turned around. "Oh by they way Ensign there will be a staff meeting tomorrow at 16 hundred hours, I would like you to be there it should only last 20 minutes."

"Good Day and Good Luck." Lt. Commander Thomas said.

"Thank you, Sir." Mohammed said as he watched the retreating back of Commander Thomas. It was then that he noticed T'Shonra. He nodded and flashed a smile in her direction. T'Shonra turned abruptly and stalked off in what he could only classify as a un-Vulcan like fashion. What was going on with T'Shonra? he wondered.

Lt. Commander Thomas decided to take his leave at this point. He'd meet with the groom and more to the point a new officer in the operations department.

Love Zombie
Lt(jg) Lexana Ral
Security USS Galaxy

Civilian Rosie Bragg
Pain in the Ass
Starbase 357

Featuring:
Lt(JG) Tim O'Connel
Security/Meat Truck
USS Galaxy

After Tim had gotten back to the ship he decided to head to 10 foreward he was hungry and in the best mood he'd been in since he didn't remember when. Walking in he noticed Lex and her cousin Rosie heading over to the bar, Tim grinned at the two, "Lt Ral, would you join me for some refreshement or something."

"Sure!! " Rosie piped up before had the chance to reply she had to finish a report.. she shrugged and went along with her cousin, intent on finishing a report whilst Rosie chattered to Tim.

Tim looked over at the 2 "It's amazing that they promoted your roomate and I'm still in shock about my actual promotion." He flagged down a bartender and ordered a breakfast. "You want something Lex, Rosie?"

"Aye" Rosie beamed "I'll take fried Eggs and bacon.. and some chips"

"I want a fucking margarita" Lex sniffed. Tim grinned at lex, "I thought you were supposed to fast or something.. but what do I know." His spirits were still upbeat, nothing could bring him down.

Lex picked up on something "My.. aren't we happy?" she asked drily "What happened to you? Anything I should know about" She was pressing for an answer, there was that bet she'd had with Neil...

Tim grinned and replied "I met someone on the starbase, a trill named Eshar Jaron. I had a great time and not just beteween the sheets. You know something else, she is on the Galaxy she transferred. You'll meet her later."

Lex leaned foreward, ignoring her cousin for a moment, her eyes glinting with curiousity "Oh Really?? It looks like you've been smitten my friend, what department is the lucky girl in?"

Tim shifted a bit, "She's in security, She's talking to Sunder for a shift assignment. I think we'll be on seperate shifts. She transferred over from 375. So if she works with you be nice to her. "

"Of course.. " She grinned, seeing out of the corner of her eye, her cousin devouring some revolting bacon and eggs "what's it worth? " she asked

"Lex..."

"Oh come on.. you don't think I'd do anything to her do you? I'd be nice"

"Good"

"Besides... I 'd like her to spill about how good you are in .."

At this point, Rosie stuck a forkfull of eggs into Lex's mouth.. Lex, who was laughing her ass off nearly choked at the site of Tim's face

"I'm kidding man" She said amidst chokes. A voice behind Lex replied "He's very good but you'll have to take my word on it." Tim grinned and stated, "Lex, Rosie Meet Eshar Jaron" Then he got his own laugh as the trill woman replied, "pleased to meet you" and extended her hand she grabbed a chair and joined the crew at the table.

"So you're Lex Ral. I guess I;m suppoesd to report in to you anyway"

Eshar's brown eyes sparkeled as she talked to Lex. Lex really did choke at that, her cheeks flushing as she gave an apologetic look to Tim (who was chuckling to himself). She took a second to compose herself

"Pleased to meet you.. Welcome to the Galaxy.. " she laughed "I guess you've already.. met.. LtJg O'Connell.. This sorry mess.."

"Foch you"

Beside me is my cousin.. Rosie Bragg" Eshar Shook both women's hand and said, "I did meet Tim actually, or he met me. The officer's club to be exact and his roomate got my friend." Tim grinned at that memory, "I did have to threaten him with death if he didn't open his mouth but he did."

"Really??" Lex said with a sly glance at Tim.. there was something satisfying in knowing gossip on one's friends "I ..er believe you're on my duty shift." she said with a smile, ignoring Tim's mouthed words of "No.. No No" "Why don't you come out for a drink after our shift, I'll show you around" She smiled and replied, "I would love it, give me a chance to meet some people." Tim on the other hand said a private prayer that Lex would behave.

"Darker Images"
By Lieutenant Elaiithin , ISS Behemoth/Lt jg Elaiithin , USS Galaxy
and Lieutenant jg Heratta ISS Behemoth/Ltjg Heratta, USS Galaxy

Amidst the sprawling corridors of the ISS Behemoth, Lieutenant Elaiithin Jii walked the corridors, looking for his "associate."

The other officer was late.

The other officer was really late.

Dammit to the seventh hell, the Bajoran thought. If he had accomplished his task, and Sunder was dead, then Elaiithin would be moved up. He'd promised the other man, Vasko was his name, a promotion to fill Elaiithin's own spot.

Naturally, the man would have been dead soon after as well. Loose ends were simply unacceptable. Allies were useful, so long as they served a purpose.

He was still late.

What was that? Someone was coming! Elaiithin moved quickly into a doorway, and watched the large Nausicaan pass by, conversing with a smaller Tellarite officer.

"The Bajorian has not been seen, but this should give us everything we need to track his movements easily." The Tellarite offered, as he handed the huge Nausicaan a small device. "Its a little something I picked up from the Colonel, to aid us in the investigation." The Tellarite smiled evilly as they both turned the corner enroute to the turbolift.

Elaiithin barely had time to hear the last part of there conversation before entering the lift. "Don't worry." Rotan replied. "I've got my own plan in the works."

Elaiithin was just about to turn back in the direction he had been heading when he was surprised by a sudden presence behind him. Turning, he saw the young Security officer, Xavier Vasko. Xavier was tall, and built like a professional weightlifter. Garbed in the standard black uniform of the Security branch, he cut a menacing presence.

"What's wrong, you look like you've just seen a ghost?" Xavier asked as he gave his friend a sly half-smile.

"My dear, dear friend, no such thing. I simply believed due to your tardy arrival, that you might have fallen into the hands of the lamentable Mr. Heratta." Elaiithin moved closer, his voice a whisper. "I don't know if you're aware of it or not, but he's a thoroughly unpleasant fellow."

"I had no idea" the other responded.

Elaiithin threw an arm over the other's large shoulder, and whispered conspiratorially "Now my friend...about our business arrangement."

"Yes, well..about that. I'm afraid there's been a change of plans." Xavier offered as he drew his phaser and pointed it toward Jii. "Now just hold it right there, if you please." The man who was Xavier smiled as he lifted his gloved hand to his mouth and spoke into the micro-communicator that was sown into the leather glove.

"Zeraquoy to Heratta. Target acquired. Standing by for orders." Zeraquoy kept his eyes glued on the Bajorian officer as he spoke. As Elaiithin watched, the face of the man before him liquefied and reformed into one more resembling that of what he truly was..a changeling.

"Your as good as dead." He offered to Jii as they stood face to face...

All that came to Elaiithin's face was a thin lipped grin. Faster than the changeling could have thought possible, the Bajoran brought both hands up, and swiped the phaser out of it's grip. The weapon's emitter was pointing at the it's original owner's head now. Right between the simulated eyes.

"Sorry, pal, you chose the wrong side." Jii said, and fired. He keyed the terminal for an automated maintenance droid to clean up the ash pile...

"Quiet Time"
By Lt. Ryak Sullax
S.O. USS Galaxy

Ryak was proud of all the work the science department had put in on getting the Stellar Cartography Lab back on track. As Ryak stood in his lab he was happy that they were finally all repaired and headed off on a real science mission. Ryak was a bit lost though now that his son was on his way to Earth to spend some time with his grandparents. Ryak was not sure if he was going to be able to handle the quiet time.

As Ryak reactivated his lab he sat in his seat and brought up all of the information on the up coming area of space. The lab shot off to the Narendra system which boarders Federation, Klingon and Romulan space. This system was once of military importance before the Federation and Klingon Empire formed their treaty, but now it is pretty much a ghost system, abandoned twenty years ago after the fabled battle at Narendra III. Ryak was happy that the Galaxy was ordered to conduct scientific studies of spatial subparticles in the area. Ryak's enthusiasm was starting to build as he thought of the possibility to do some very interesting experiments.

Ryak began to do his scans of the area. An hour had passed and Ryak was beginning to get rather discouraged by the whole process. He was not able to find anything worth while. As he worked at trying to run a routine experiment on the particles in this area Ryak noticed something very unusual. Ryak brought that area of space up onto the screen.

"Bridge this is Lt. Sullax I have seemed to pick up some sort of anomaly on sensors. I am sending the data up to you know. I would like to request we move closer to Narendra III to check it out. Sullax Out."

Ryak focused in on the area of space to see what else he could find out. Ryak noticed that it was a strange sort of rift that appears to be opening up a few parsecs away, near Narendra III. As Ryak boosted his scans he began to notice very unusual reading coming from the rift.

"Sullax to Erikson."

"Go ahead Lieutenant."

"Sir I would like your assistance in my lab. I have picked up an anomaly that I could use your experience on analyzing."

" I am on my way. Erikson Out."

Ryak called up all information pertaining to anything like this and began to run his comparisons. He was beginning to get a bit nervous by this. It seemed wrong.