"Babysitting? Uhh..."
Tim O'Connell and T'Zaq

Tim was resting after his walk. Damn one minute he's a father one minute he's having neuro surgury. He shrugged and looked around. Place was clearing out that was a good thing, then he saw a familiar face, "Hey Stranger." he called out to the familiar face of Lt Cmdr T'Zaq.

T'Zaq attempted a smile from her spot atop a nearby biobed. "Hello there..." She winced slightly. "Piece of debris landed on my shoulder. Fancy meeting you here... again."

"We have got to stop meeting like this." He grinned wryly, "Piece of debris eh, I had brain surgury. They found I did have one." He chuckled, "I got ambushed by one of those mirror type people."

"Guess I'm one of the lucky few, then." T'Zaq tilted her head slightly to him. "Those duplicates sure wreaked havoc in Engineering. Why does it always have to be that the bad guys try to destroy Engineering first, yet they never train Engineers in tactical techniques, and the Security department is on the other side of the ship! How very inefficient."

A medic came over and ran a dermal regenerator over T'Zaq's damaged shoulder, then began wrapping it with a clean bandage.

Tim grinned, "I got some good news as of late."

T'Zaq raised an eyebrow. "Well, go on."

"Brooke's pregnant. I'm gonna be a father."

She smiled. "Well, that's great, Tim. Congratulations. Are you two going to get married?"

"Once we get back to Mckinley we're going to get married. A small chapel on the holodeck," Tim smiled, "then a reception at a tavern in Chicago, everyone's invited. Of course."

"Sounds like fun." T'Zaq smiled faintly and rubbed her bandaged shoulder, flexing it experimentally. "I wish you two a happy life together."

"Thanks." Tim grinned, "You'll love this bar, it's like a typical irish cops bar, Then we're off for our honeymoon, a cabin in the woods near the rockys not a soul in sight." He showed her a padd of the small wooden cabin they had reserved.

T'Zaq raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly. "That's terrific."

"She loves the outdoors and I figured Riisan pampering is so frightfully overdone." Tim looked over at his friend, "so how's the shoulder feeling?"

"Much better." She nodded. "Give it some time and it'll heal..."

"Everything takes time." He lookde at the ceiling of the makeshift sickbay, "just beteween us I preferred the ceiling in the old sickbay. It was so...cleaner."

T'Zaq chuckled. "Well, as long as they're still in the business of healing people, that's all that matters to me."

"I definately think that is a good thing. But this is the second time i've been in sickbay during this one mission. I think I need to stay out of sickbay this time around."

She nodded. "I agree... try not to get yourself hurt so much."

"Especially now. I got a kid to look after." He looked at her, "you of course will be babysitting right?"

T'Zaq blinked, her eyes defocusing for a few moments. Finally she snapped out of it, shaking her head to bring herself back to reality. "Babysitting? Sure, Tim, I'll try. Never had much luck with kids, though." She smiled weakly.

He looked over at her, his face was suddenly wracked with concern, "Are you ok T'Zaq?"

She nodded. "Affirmative. That just... triggered an old memory."

He looked over at her, "Old memory?" his voice showed his concern for a friend.

T'Zaq cleared her throat and slowly got up from the bed. "It's a long story, Tim. Maybe I'll tell you sometime. For now, though, I need to get back to work." She touched his shoulder gently. "Stay out of sickbay, now."

"That's a plan." He put his hand on hers gently, an unspoken message to him which said, if you need to talk look me up."Hey, when I get up and around lunch?"

"Uhm. Sure." T'Zaq nodded quickly and turned to leave, looking awkward as she ducked through the low doorway of the triage unit.

Tim cocked his head as she left.

"Revelations"
by Lt. JG Franklin Stone

Franklin sat at the computer console of his quarters, his stepdaughter playing quietly only a few feet away on the floor. The display screen light up his face, placing his features in stark contrast to the subdued lighting in the rest of the room. The text on the computer screen was familiar to Frank...in fact, he had read it over dozens of times since his people had come into contact with the Federation. The security officer's eyes scanned the pictures that came attached with the historical document, studying the features of one of history's most hated figures, Khan Noonian Singh.

The picture had been taken hundreds of years ago, when the Khan held half of the Earth in his grasp. He and a dozen other genetic supermen had succeeded where others like Hitler had failed. But eventually, he too realized the bitter truth that came with all dictatorships...that others always sought to imitate and conquer.

Frank sighed. The historical records had done much to fill in the gaps of his people's own past, but with it came many new questions. Frank hadn't meditated in weeks, since just after his stint as the USS London's executive officer...ever since his vision. It had disturbed him more than he was willing to let on...the idea that the genetic tampering of Khan Singh's creators instilled a madness in his people that still lingered to this day weighed heavily on his mind. It didn't help any that he was noticing his own iron will wane in the past few days. Over and over he had been taught, from his earliest days, that discipline and control was the way to maintain one's balance. Little did he realize that it also kept at bay the strong instabilities of his genetic past. As time went by and Frank was forced to deal more and more with the less disciplined atmosphere here in the galaxy at large, he began to notice his own stability slipping.

He had spent the past few hours pouring through the history of Earth's Genetic Wars, as well as his own copies of his Mar-Do teachings. He sought answers for his growing concerns. Returning home was not an option...not with Elaine in his life. The gravity of his world would crush her in minutes, and he refused to leave her behind. Of all the people on Mar Beta Prime, he had been the only one allowed to leave for the stars...why? He had wondered that for some time now, ever since his vision. Could it be true that he was some sort of experiment? That he was the test subject for his people, to see if they had removed themselves enough from their past to allow them to once more safely interact with the universe? If so, he could only believe that he was failing miserably at the task. He didn't regret his actions, but he was certain that the elders at home would be questioning them.

The message light on the console flashed, breaking Frank out of his reverie. He tapped the screen, calling up the new document...it was from Counselor Dallas, informing him and Elaine of their new shift assignments. They had been placed on different shifts than Tim and Neil, so that no interaction was to take place until all could be settled between them. Inwardly, Frank sighed. He had been expecting worse considering he had all but threatened Tim with bodily harm in front of the Counselor. Thinking back on the event, he regretted it...and it was yet another event in his life that pointed towards his potential instability.

Turning slightly towards Gillian, Frank paused. Perhaps Karyn would be of help? He knew he had to talk to someone...he would prefer that it not be one of the medical staff per say. His first instinct had been to tell Elaine of his growing concern, but somehow he didn't feel that admitting he was going insane to his new wife was quite the right thing to do. Eventually he shook his head...he would have to take care of this on his own. And he would start now with a renewed attempt to meditate.

Standing from his desk, Frank's hand brushed past an empty cup of coffee, nudging it enough to send it crashing to the floor where it shattered in a loud smash. Frank rolled his eyes and bent down to pick up the pieces. "Sorry Gilly, I didn't mean to...startle...you?"

Frank's eyes focused on his stepdaughter. She still sat on the floor, playing with her rattle with her back turned away from him. The loud noise hadn't disturbed her in the least...in fact, she seemed to ignore it completely. Tilting his head slightly, Frank called Gillian's name again. Again, she ignored him.

Frowning, the security officer shuffled himself across the floor till he was right behind Gillian. He brought his hand up near her head, just behind her left ear. He snapped his fingers loudly several times...each time, Gillian didn't react. Finally he tapped the little girl on the shoulder. She turned her head and gave her step-dad a big toothless grin. "Da!" she said.

Franklin's face softened as he picked up his daughter in his arms, standing up just as Elaine entered their quarters.

"Love? I'm home." She called out. "Ready for Gilly's check-up?" Elaine stopped dead in her tracks as she registered the look on her husband's face. "What's wrong?"

Frank turned towards his wife. "Elaine was shocked to see an actual tear on his cheek. "Elaine? I think Gillian is deaf..."

***To be continued***

"Lonely Clown"
Lt.(jg) Timothy Richeson
Tactical Officer USS Galaxy

** Lt. Richeson's Quarters, Deck 2**

"Ashes, get down..." Tim's white and gray cat slowly waddled in front of the computer console on the desk where his master was sitting. Richeson rubbed the cats chin for a second and relocated him to the floor. He turned back to the console, that he was studying.

The past year had been without a doubt the most exciting in Tim's short life, and his career had just begun. However, at this point, Tim was feeling at a all time low. He felt alone on the Galaxy now. Siara, the young women that was obsessed with him had left months ago. Ruina, Tim's first love.. Now serving on the USS Crimson Tide, the former couple hadn't spoken in months either. Yazron Beq, his best friend, had transferred quite awhile ago also. He hadn't even seen Lucas in weeks.

Richeson stood up and looked around his quarters. Ok...he thought, enough feeling sorry for yourself Tim... He fed Ashes and changed out of his uniform.

**Twenty Minutes Later, Ten-Forward**

Maestro glanced around the room and saw dozens of people. He had been so secluded in his own group that he never bothered to go out and meet new people. And there were plenty of 'new people' around.

A Mission to Rest
(Explaining why a Tellarite has Bajoran Visions)
by LCDR Endris Gakor, Doctor

*** Bajor, Recanta Provence ***

Endris had been invited some time ago to visit the Bajoran Mission in Recanta Provence. Formally, it had been a monastery. But now, both men and women were housed in separate dormitories. Tradition dictated the remote church be reached on foot, although the Tellarite's luggage had been beamed ahead to allow for her recent surgery.

There were two paths going to the spiritual retreat. One was quick but steep. The other, which Gakor chose, wound around the county side. The hills were not as steep or physically demanding, and there was more to see by this route. Endris paused to watch a river cascade over a hill, forming a natural waterfall. The scene was so breathtaking Endris took a pocket camera out to record it for a later holodeck image.

After a Snack consisting of Hasperat and Spring Wine, Gakor resumed her trek and was soon at the Mission she desired. The residents pampered her with massage and Bajoran relaxation and meditative techniques. The visitor was quickly fast asleep in one of their old style feather beds. The cushy Kollandi feathers from native birds were especially plush, and they did not contain dander to irritate Gakor's sensitive sinuses.

The next morning, Gakor rose to a large communal Oinkus. One Monk remarked they always ate this well, and rubbing her tummy, Endris knew she was in for a good time.

Relaxation, Hiking to natural wonders, Meditation, and Religious services soon had Endris feeling more than a few years younger. Better still, the remote status monitor linked to her new heart claimed she was adjusting properly to the device. When she got back to the Galaxy, she would be ready to dig in and work. Plus there would be a brand spanking new SickBay for all the Doctors to work in.

About four or five days after reaching Bajor, Davon Joris summoned her personally to the night gathering. "Hurry!" he declared. "We just found out that one of the Orbs will be visiting us!", the cleric said. He had obviously dressed in a hurry, for his robes were out of place. Had he not been dispatched by an elder on this errand, he would have had time to sooth his robes.

"Snacks! I'm sure we have enough time to dress properly," she said donning a burlap robe worn by the nuns sprinkled about the complex. Joris straightened the Monk's habit he wore, and his manic behavior became placated as he escorted Endris too the event.

The audience room was lit by the fires of many torches, and the flickering light showed the Orb's casing on the stage. About half of the population filled the room. The other half had seen the Orb at an earlier viewing, since the chamber was too small to fit everyone at once.

Gakor recalled the vision she received after viewing her first orb, and turned to address Joris. "I don't understand why I keep having visions from the prophets. I'm not even from Bajor!" But Joris had already melted into the crowd to find his friends.

After a round of chants, which joined the burning incense and torches, Vedic Lydo opened the case. Light from the Orb pooled outward, fingering the audience before jabbing in Endris's direction.

[The Alayio is obstinate], an image of T'Prea said logically.

An image of Captain Price wandered into view, saying [She does not understand why we visit her]. This was remarkably clear for the prophets, since their visions are usually hard to understand.

[She needs us], said a vision of her husband holding Adam.

The vision moved, and Endris saw Commander Samara hard at work putting the ship back together again. [We feed souls, You feed you]. The cryptic pronouncement was more in line with the usual jibberish the prophets delivered.

Suddenly, the view change to the bridge. Gakor saw that Commander Casey was on watch. [The Alayio still does not understand. We felt your need. We have strength which feeds your Spirit.] Endris began to understand. Her culture revolved around food, and did not have many concepts for dealing with some of her adventures. Her strenuous escapades had been supplemented with strengths and insights provided by the prophets.

"I begin to understand. You decerned that my journey through the Galaxy needed additional strength, and sought to provide it. Thus the insights I receive from time to time." Endris scratched her head. Thinking in this mode was not normal for her, but she could do it with concentration. "There are still many things I fail to understand, but I am learning slowly."

[The Alayio is perceptive], an image of the Vedic declared.

Endris decided to make a request, since the prophets seemed open to granting it. "I understand more now. Is it possible that I may speak to the Sisco? The Emissary understands linear concepts that may help us both reach clarity."

[Request granted], said an image of the former Star Fleet Captain. It almost sounded like Star Ship protocols. [What do you wish to speak about?], the Nubian said.

"If I decern correctly, the prophets saw my confusion and attempted to help the best they could. They have given me spiritual insights my own cuisine-based views would not. But these views are sometimes confusing and disconcerting."

[The Alayio is correct, we have tried to help].

Endris summoned her most curtious attitude and resumed. "Forgive me, but I do not know all of the concepts of this world. It would seem that a Teacher could accompany me to help explain what I don't understand."

[Agreed. Your path will soon cross one who can instruct you.]

Endris was excited. For once, the Bajoran vision made sense, and it put her previous visions in prospective. As the orb case closed, she sensed Vedic Lydo might be the proposed Teacher. She looked forward to the promised one being revealed....

Eric gets settled into his quarters and does one final check on his things.He leaves the captain as well as his commanding officer a recorded message of where he'll be,in case they try his quarters. He then walks out of his quarters and heads for the Holodeck to get in some training before he goes on duty.

He arrives and chooses the weightless fighting program on medium difficulty.He enters and says,"Begin program." The computer ablidges him and he floats in the air as an apparently large room with things to kick off of floating around as well.Then his opponents appear,large nasty looking creatures.They make the first move by trying to take out his head,both of them use a wall to gain momentum.Eric grabs one of their feet and twists it backward,while dodging the other one.He then uses an object to give his momentum and he goes flying towards the creature that missed.He fakes the creature out and uses his feet to launch him into the other creature.He then uses his already good advatage to jump on the back of one of the creatures and snaps his neck.He then breaks the other one's back using a combination of his momentum and a corner of the false room.

Eric then says,"Increase difficulty,maximum allowed without authorization requirement." The computer complies and more human-like fighters appear.He moves into a corner and assumes a fighting stance.The two attackers charge at him from different angles and different targets.Eric is able to barely dodge one attack while he throws the other into the wall.Eric is then hit in the chest by a kick from the attacker who's attack he dodged a few moments earlier.He winced in slight pain and he grabs the attacker and broke his knee by making move th opposite way it was supposed to.He then swung him into the wall,knocking him out cold.He then tries to pull a flipping chest kick on the remaining attacker but misses and gets sucker punched.He recovers and grabs his attackers arm and breaks it over his knee.He then grabs his kneck in a breaking lock and gets his knee positioned to break his back as well.He does both at the same time and the attackers body goes limp.

Eric lets out a relieved breath and says,"End program and save results to my quarters." The computer responds flatly,"Files saved and transferred." Eric leaves the holodeck and heads for his quarters to get ready for his shift in about thirty minutes.He reaches his quarters and gets ready half hurridly.About twenty minutes later he's ready for his first shift.He checks his unifrom one more time to make sure it's not wrinkled.He then heads for Engineering and arrives with three minutes to spair.He sees Lt.Cmdr. Samara and walks over to her and stands at attention and says,"Ensign Odin reporting for duty ma'm."

Thoughts in first person
Lt. Elaine O'Hare

"At least I can mark Tim off of my list of reconciliation's."

~I'm glad to be going back to my quarters. Wonder what Gillian and Frank are up to? ~

Ouch, this hand really hurts. I'm going to need some more pain killers when I get back.

"Love? I'm home. Ready for Gilly's check-up?" Oh, I don't like the look on his face. "What's wrong?" ~A tear? From Frank?~

"Elaine? I think Gillian is deaf..."

~Deaf?~ "What? How?"

"Well, she....."

~Deaf? How can she be deaf? I don't understand. It doesn't make much sense. She seems fine, even says "da"~

"And then, I went over and snapped my fingers, like........"

~This is not right. She was born prematurely, but the doctors said she'd be fine.~

"Elaine?"

~Is he calling my name? I still don't......~

"Elaine!"

"Yes?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Uh, yes. Come on Frank, let's go."

~I want my daughter.......give her to me Frank. I need her comfort, I need to feel her body against mine, I need her little warmth......~

~There we go baby. It's okay. God, you look still so innocent and small. To think, you might not be able to hear my voice, to hear your daddy's voice, to hear Franks voice. You will never hear the glorious sounds of a phaser as you shoot it on the target range, never hear classical music. The soft strains of Amadeus, the boisterous voices of Pavarotti, Domingo, and Carreras. Never hear the songs of birds. Now hold on Elaine, you are getting ahead of yourself. It's likely nothing. Yes, perhaps she has an ear infection.....something like that. Something that can be corrected....~

~Okay, turbolift. Gentle jolt. Up we go honey. It won't be long now until we know for sure. Until we know that you will be fine.~

"Down Time"
By Lieutenant-JG Mikala Pailaka

"McKinley, this is the USS Galaxy. We're currently passing Luna on a heading of 178 mark 24, speed one quarter impulse." Mike said as he watched Earth looming closer on his instruments. "Requesting docking authorization."

[Welcome Galaxy. This is McKinley Flight Control. We have you cleared for approach to docking arm 3. Please adjust your approach vector by three degrees to starboard and slow to one eighth impulse.]

"Copy that McKinley." Mike replied, making the minor course corrections. "Starting final approach."

McKinley station was an odd looking facility, like some sort of space borne cephalopod with four expansive mechanical tentacles, each capable of handling the construction or repair of a Galaxy sized starship. It had been a long time since Mike had set foot on McKinley, or Earth for that matter. In fact, the last time he'd visited the home world of humanity was for his graduation ceremony from the Academy. Since then, he'd pulled starbase duty and then the Galaxy. His true home was on Pacifica, where his family resided.

Mike slowly brought the Galaxy about and expertly maneuvered her into position, navigating with the lateral sensor arrays while sideslipping the massive vessel into contact with the docking nacelles. There was a slight bump, no more than a nudge, as the main arm grabbed hold, followed by a hollow echo throughout the hull as the magnetic clamps locked into place.

"Good work, Lieutenant." Casey said from the command chair. "Finish up the post-dock and then take a break."

"Thank you sir." Mike replied. It was a different Commander Casey than Mike had seen previously during his tenure on the ship. He had half expected the XO to order him to take the Galaxy into the station at full impulse while executing a barrel roll. But Casey had been quiet and reserved since the incident with pirates. Most thought it simply the great loss of life that was effecting him, but Mike figured it had to be something more. Perhaps the XO's mood was simply a reflection of his Captain's. Price had lost someone very close to him and been spending very little time on the bridge, leaving the simple tasks of guiding the Galaxy home to his senior officers.

"Pailaka to engineering." Mike said, continuing his tasks even as his mind pondered the past days events. "Docking sequence completed. Reaction thrusters and impulse engines powering down. Switching primary SIF generators over to 24 hour degaussing cycle."

[Thank you helm. We are in contact with McKinley and will take it from here.]

"That's that." Said Mike quietly to himself. He updated his duty log, switched the helm console configuration back to its default settings, and rose from his chair.

The Galaxy was going to need a lot of work, especially deck twelve and sickbay. She'd be out of action for the next six to eight weeks. That was a lot of time to fill, especially for a helmsman who did not have a backlog of scientific experiments to conduct or engineering manuals to read to occupy his time. At least his least favorite duties had already been taken care of the other day. He'd completed the last of the letters to the families of those killed in his department. It had been difficult, but fortunately, not as difficult as it might have been, for he'd gotten one piece of good news amongst all the tragedy. Ensign Maxwell, one of the Helm Department's brightest new prospects, had not been killed in the attack as initially reported. The body that had been brought to triage with a baseball sized phaser induced hole through its chest had belonged to Maxwell's mirror universe twin. The real Maxwell had been found, bruised but alive, under a pile of wreckage.

"Well thank the gods for small favors." Mike mused as he headed for the turbolift. He was still sore from his injuries. Nominally, he'd be hitting the gym to begin his physical therapy now, but the gym had suffered a similar fate as sickbay. Which meant Mike would have to get his exercise somewhere else, and that meant the holodecks. "Ah well, it's not the same as free weights, but the simulated stuff is not all that bad I suppose. I might as well have fun with it I suppose.

***Twenty Minutes Later***

Mike smiled at the looks he was getting as he strolled down the corridor. Other than the handful of crew that visited the gym during the early morning hours, few on the Galaxy had seen Mike out of uniform. The red collared tunic and black padded duty jacket did a good job of hiding Mike's sculptured physique. But now, dressed in a pair of torn denim cutoffs and a loose fitting tank top, the 275 pound cascade of muscles that had been built up over nearly fifteen years of power lifting, was on full display. His body type was not one typically found these days in Starfleet. With the invention of the holodeck, most officers got their workouts pretending to snap the necks and crack the backs of computer controlled phantoms. That was great for building up one's reflexes, not to mention one's ego, but in Mike's opinion, it was no substitute for good old fashioned 'pain and gain' sessions with a few hundred pounds of iron.

"Computer, time check." Mike said, tapping his comm badge.

[The time is 1621 hours] the computer chirped.

'Hmm. Still have nearly 40 minutes to kill before it's holodeck time.' thought Mike. 'I suppose a drink or two couldn't hurt.' He changed course and headed for 10-Forward. 'Besides,' he added, his thoughts darkening for a moment, 'what better way to see who else made it though the hell of the last few days?'

He stepped through the doorway and into the lounge. Electra nodded to him from the bar, a bemused expression on his face. "At least some things are constant." Said Mike softly with a hint of a smile. His eyes scanned the room, reflexively settling on the empty table where he and Viara had shared a few bottles of blood wine before cozying up for the evening. The two of them had just been starting to get a feel for one another. Where might it have lead? He'd never know.

"What can I get for you today Lieutenant?" asked Electra.

"Blood wine." He replied. "Another bottle of that 2310 if you have it."

"Let me have a look." Said Electra, ducking under the bar. She reemerged a few moments later, holding a dusty bottle in her hands. "I thought I had one more." She said. "It was one of her favorites." Electra gave Mike a look of sympathy as she handed over the bottle.

"Thanks." He said, grasping the bottle by the neck and heading over to the empty table. He took his seat, cracked the seal, and took a deep draught of the warm fiery liquid. Settling back into his chair, he starting thinking about how to pass the time for the next few weeks.

*** ***

Lieutenant-JG Mikala Pailaka
Chief Helmsman, USS Galaxy
AKA
David Friedland
ICQ# 5805168

"Letting off some steam."
By Ensign Peter Lockhart
And Lieutenant Commander Matthew Albrecht

Matthew stood in his office when Ensign Lockhart appeared at the door. While waiting for the ensign to appear, he had re-read the accounts of the boarding incident. He paid particular attention to information relating to the leader of the mirror-criminals, his own wife's alter ego. The thought of an evil Endris Gakor, one capable of such monstrous acts, was enough to seriously confuse and disturb him. Add to that the fact that the 'Butcher' had held his son in her arms, perhaps even considered stealing him or killing him, and the lieutenant commander's powers of comprehension were stretched out of shape. And moreover, he had to deal with the near-death of the 'real' Endris, who was now light-years away with an artificial heart in her chest.

It was not good news for the young slacker that stood in the entryway to the Security Chief's office. That the man had turned up at all was a miracle. That he'd turned up promptly led Matthew to believe that perhaps the man had been replaced by his evil mirror universe twin. However, his appearance made him dismiss that idea. Peter was in his football uniform, which clung to his sweaty body in unusual ways and his hair was spiky and unkempt from his physical exertions on the holodeck. He knew then that the man standing in front of him must be a moron.

"Wait here for one minute Mr. Lockhart." Matthew said, and wheeled Adam out of his office and into the hustle and bustle of Main Security where crews were repairing all the damage. He ensured that Ensign Mason would look after the child, and returned to his office.

Peter knew he was in trouble, but somehow, he didn't seem overly concerned, at least not yet. The 'commander strode back in, closed the door and eyed his new 'uniform'.

"Not a standard outfit there Mr. Lockhart?" Albrecht started dangerously. Peter hadn't said one word, and already the chief was in a sour spirit.

"No sir. I was in the holodeck sir." Peter said, now with his boots tied around his neck to avoid wrecking the Galaxy's carpets.

"Glad you could arrive so promptly as well Ensign. Unlike you." Matthew continued.

"Thank you sir." Peter replied with a grin.

Matthew picked up the PADD with Ensign Lockhart's report. When he spoke again, he was shouting, "I'D HAVE THOUGHT YOU COULD'VE PUT A LITTLE MORE EFFORT INTO YOUR REPORT ENSIGN." He flung the PADD at Peter, and struck him on the chest. The out-of-character behavior was frightening to Albrecht, but also strangely satisfying. "It's appalling. Badly written! Extremely short! Lacking in any detail whatsoever! You seem not to have grasped the seriousness of this report, you being the only officer there at the time! You can't seem to spell. You do not spell COLOUR with a U." Matthew was in his stride here, using his anger as a tool to try to scare the Ensign.

"I do sir." Peter said.

Matthew stopped in mid stride. His anger, inspired by other circumstances and directed at the hapless junior officer, was starting to turn into real anger with the ensign.

"Don't you interrupt me Ensign," he said. He had a sudden flash of the Academy instructor, Small Unit Tactics, commander Wallace, who used shouting and intimidation to 'inspire' his students. Wallace was singularly unpopular among his charges.

He turned back to the desk, where another pile of PADDs was stacked in the center of the desktop. The list of complaints against the officer was far too long. He picked up one. "Do you know Ensign, that I have had complaints about you from almost every other security officer who has had the misfortune to encounter you. Lieutenant Chen, Lieutenent Stone, Ensign Rios, Ensign Mason, Ensign Aaron, the list goes on and on. Do you have anything to say about that?"

Peter thought for a bit before answering, "They obviously don't know me well enough yet sir."

Albrecht hit the roof, and continued shouting.

******************* Outside, main security **********************************

"I didn't know that 'Commander Albrecht could shout that loud." Ensign Mason remarked at the verbal onslaught coming from the office.

Lieutenant Chen thought the same, but just said, "Concentrate on your duties Ensign."

********** 'Commander Albrecht's Office - 5 minutes later ******************

"I want that report listing EVERYTHING!" Matthew concluded. "Right down to how many there were, what you were thinking, anything you heard. ANYTHING AT ALL!" he said, handing the PADD to the Ensign.

Peter just took the PADD. He'd been in 'switch off' mode for most of the tirade. He remembered something about 'Lazy good for nothing' various mentions of official reprimands and transfers off. He didn't care. He'd done exactly what the 'Commander ordered. He'd do exactly what the 'Commander wanted now, even if he didn't care for it anymore.

"Do you understand Ensign?" Matthew said, realizing the Ensign had probably been asleep for most of the meeting.

"Yes sir." Peter replied.

"You're dismissed then Ensign. Get out of here!" Matthew finished. Lockhart turned to go, but Matthew realized that everything he'd said had been pointless. He had just vented all his own anger and frustration on one of his team members in a way he had never done before. As the Ensign reached the door and opened it, he said, "Come back Ensign. Sit down. This isn't working."

Peter turned. Uh oh. The 'Commander had realized what had happened. He turned back and sat down carefully in a chair. The commander did the same.

"What's wrong Ensign? You're not really that bad. I can arrange a session with Counsellor Dallas if need be?" Matthew asked as he flung a PADD down on the desk and relaxed.

"Nothing's wrong sir." Peter replied.

"Rubbish Ensign. You've been a poor security officer since you came on board. But I've read your academy report. It's not brilliant I admit, but you got through didn't you? That usually says that you're good enough to serve on any Federation starship." Matthew started, hoping to coax the Ensign to admit that there was a problem. Hell, he hoped there WAS a problem. An officer like Lockhart couldn't exist naturally could they?

Peter said nothing. Just looked at the 'Commander.

"Okay then Ensign. Let's try a different tack. What don't you like about your job so far? This is entirely off the record. Lay it on the line. If you don't like me, any other officers or whatever, just say it. I won't be offended." Matthew tried, opening his body language to try and get the Ensign to admit what was wrong.

Peter sat for a minute, then said, "I don't like so much training sir. I think I've been singled out because I'm not good at unarmed. I'm not good at it, because I don't like it. I don't like it, because I'm not good at it. Besides, I always get hurt, and I'm getting sick of it." Peter replied.

Matthew thought for a minute. It was probably true, that the Ensign was down for more unarmed training sessions than any other officer. But that was because he only turned up to half of them anyway. But he'd try something anyway.

"Okay, from now on Ensign, I'll reduce your unarmed training sessions for starters. Anything else the problem?"

"Everyone on my back all the time. I'd rather people left me alone, especially you." Peter said. He was going to say that part of the reason he slacked off so much was because everyone rode him so much, and he resented it. But that was for the counselor to guess.

"Okay then Ensign," Matthew said, "We won't ride you so hard anymore. I'll get Chen and Sanchez off your case. You've had the consequences of poor performance explained to you often enough, I won't bore you with the details. Seem fair enough?"

"Yes sir." Peter seemed visibly happier and felt it too.

"And I'll arrange a session with Counselor Dallas." Matthew said.

"I won't turn up." Peter said bluntly, before he realized what he'd said. "Sorry. Of course I'll turn up."

"No. You won't. Therefore, I won't arrange a session with the Counselor. If you want to see her, fine. If not, that's your business." Matthew said, realizing that if was to go anywhere with Ensign Lockhart, then he better start listening to what the man had to say. It appeared to be time to let the fledgling go and see if he could fly.

"Is that everything then Ensign?" he said.

"Yes sir." Peter said, feeling a lot better.

"Good. You're dismissed then. Get that report done for later. But for now, go home, get changed, and go and get pissed with Ensign Mulich. The latter is an order." Matthew said.

Peter smiled. "Yes sir. Thank you sir. I'll try and do better in the future." That was his usual fudge, but this time he thought he'd really meant it. He left the security office, to wild grins by the other security officer there.

Matthew leaned back in his chair. He was cutting the Ensign an awful lot of slack, but he hoped it would produce results. If it did, he'd have to consider a transfer to the Counseling department. *If it doesn't work, perhaps I'll apply for that transfer anyway,* he joked silently.

GALAXY JP
=HALLWAY=

Lt.jg Jake Olson

Dr. T-Prea

NPC Ens. JJ Kirk

T-prea found herself stressed....Her shift was now ending in the triage unit....and even though she had some sleep she still didn't feel rested....really sleep was not exactly what she had on her mind...she needed something to relax her...and she knew exactly who she needed....Jake.

Leaving the Triage unit in the competent hands of the next shift T-prea went back to her quarter's and jumped into the shower....put on a clean uniform...fixed her hair just as Jake like it and began her journey down the corridors towards the hydroponics lab the computer said Jake was currently in....to surprise him.

As she neared a dark alcove off the corridor, T-prea felt as if someone was following her...she turned to look and found Kirk following her....

T-prea stopped.......

"Is there something I can help you with Ensign....?" T-prea asked.

As Kirk came closer his smile grew strange..almost evil....

"Why yes....I would say so....maybe...." Kirk responded as he grabbed T-prea unexpectly by the arms and forced her into the darkened alcove.....muffling her mouth with his hand...

"JJ." Jake said in a soft, strange tone. He had appeared suddenly. "What are you doing?" There wasn't any profanity, but there was a quality neither had heard before. Jake stood, whip cord tense.

JJ ignored Jake. Pinning the merely surprised T-Prea against the wall. A strong, healthy Human, he felt that he could dominate any female. And he was frustrated and wanted....

What he got was clocked over the head with a tricorder. "Ow you fucker! What you think your doing?" Kirk backed off from T-Prea, who was against the wall still, watching the two, stunned.

"I asked the same question JJ." Jake said softly, a single step forward spoke volumes. "An answer best be forthcoming,"

"This is what's 'forthcoming' you stupid PRICK!" JJ Kirk lunged. Jake dodged, but Kirk was able to move faster. Jake was tired from the duties he took on during and after the recent invasion and illness from the nightmares preceeding. Kirk punched Jake in the gut, a very crude looking upper cut that broke two ribs and took the wind right out of Jake.

JJ Kirk kicked Jake on the ground, which was too much for T-Prea, she went bolistic. It was a quiet bolistic. She had this handy hypo in her white coat pocket and gave JJ a bit of sleepy time.

She went to a replicator and got what she needed to mend Jake's midsection.

Jake Olson sat up, looking at the fallen JJ, and looked at the angry, determined look in T-Prea's eyes.

"When we tell security about this..." T-Prea fumed. "And to hell with your overdeveloped sense of loyalty and honor!"

"Wait a minute, there are other, less official ways to handle JJ Kirk while keeping my pledge to his parents. Not less nasty mind you!" Jake grinned, a feral little grin. "You see, he is getting a large influx of cash from the parents that he is sopposed to use for 'needs'. He is a rich lad, accustomed to a certain life style. How would he feel if he was suddenly cut off from his pleasures and forced to use the same holodeck as the rest of us and not able to enjoy a bit of shoreleave or anything else? Even a bite in 10-4 will be out of reach."

"How do you propose to do that?" T-Prea looked at Jake skeptically. Jake was usually passive, but there was the hint that a worm was about to turn. She stayed calm, watching Jake's mind work. Jake tended to find unusual solutions to life's difficulties.

"Many of his creditors believe he is a gold nugget. Of course, I will hint otherwise." Jake was positively evil looking at the prone JJ Kirk. "You see, I have the clout to do so, as I have delt and made my own money, he is just born to a rich family.

"I've made a lot of money for a lot of people including myself and have many Ferengi whom have and will verify my business acumen. His spending habits are well known, and if some ears hear whisper that he isn't a good risk," Jake paused. "well, you know what happens when the creditors begin to ask questions. The next guy will not offer the red carpet. Whatever else people think of Ferengi, those guys know business. I am in the middle of their world of commerce and they know I am always in the know. Been that way sense I was what? Six? I all but grew up in that world so I know my way.

"I don't say anything directly, just a hint along the grape vine. It won't take long. Trust me on that, Ferengi move in a hurry when latinum is involved. And gossip is faster than warp 10."

T-Prea just looked at Jake. The plan was subtil, and brilliant! "I'm glad I'm on your side!" she laughed.

"You'd best scoot, I have to make him believe there are no hard feelings. Then later, I have some corospondence to take care of."

TO BE CONTINUED

===== SANDY
Sandy Rene = AIM
Craftycorner = ICQ #36247063

"Joy"
USS GALAXY
Commander Deiran Casey
Commander Casey-Ti Miran

For almost four and a half months Deiran had been away from "his girls," the women in his life who meant most to him. Technically Lara was not a woman yet, but she was a pretty little girl already. They were his life. Starfleet had become second ever since Lara was born. He still had issues there, but he was changing, becoming a new man. He owed it to his two favorite girls.

The time he spent away from Miran was almost unbearable to him. He needed to feel her touch, to sense her presence so close to his soul, he needed to feel her soft, china white alabaster skin against him as she cuddled close in his arms. He was deprived of his love for all those months…

But now the Galaxy was headed to McKinley Station. He would be just a shuttle ride away from Miran and Lara and even his mother, who he hadn't seen in almost two years. He knew that Alexa was looking forward to seeing Grandma Lily and of course her mother. In fact, Grandpa Jonathan would never forgive Deiran if he didn't stop by at the Federation Council and visit him. He also could not forget Lara's birthday, she would be three years old in a few weeks. He smiled at the thought, it was time for her to begin reading, then she'd begin learning about Casey history.

Deiran would have a busy shore leave…. He needed to get away, he couldn't think of a better place than a farm in Southern Illinois.

"Computer, what is the ETA to McKinley station?" Casey asked, as he read the UFP paper, which he accessed through the PADD in his hand.

["Ten minutes to docking at McKinley Station,"] the computer monotone voice replied.

"Hurry up Bridge! Go to warp 3 if you have to!" Deiran replied impatiently.

Normally Deiran would be on the Bridge and docking the Galaxy to the station, but he gave that honor to the Galaxy's second Officer, Kay Samara.

It may not have been the best idea… because Dee was so impatient, the wait was driving him crazy! 'The hell with docking, I'll take a shuttle now!" he said, setting the PADD down on the dining room table. He put on his Commander pips and stormed out of his quarters, heading for the main shuttle bay.

He entered the first TL and smiled as he saw Matthew Albrecht, "Good morning Matt, how is the day treating you? How's Endris?" Casey asked.

"Fine Deiran, she's still in recovery but on her way to Bajor, the new heart is doing well and getting stronger by the minute," Matt replied.

"I am pleased to hear it my friend. Scared the crap out of me when I heard about the operation. I'll try and come by and visit her when she gets back and I return from Earth. Have to visit Miran, she's having twins you know?" Casey said, absolutely beaming that he was given the opportunity to tell someone.

"Congrats papa, that's wonderful news! Do I get two cigars then?" Albrecht asked, smiling.

"Aye, sure do," Casey unzipped his tunic and pulled out 2 cigars and handed them to his friend. "There ya go, I'll give 'em to you early," Deiran laughed.

The two men laughed together. Casey was always early and prepared in everything, right down to having cigars on hand for when he told people about the two new upcoming additions to the ever-growing Casey clan.

"Hey let's get together for a game of eightball soon eh Commander?" Matt asked.

"That sounds like a plan, give me a time and date and I'll be there with Betsy," Casey replied with a smile.

"Who's Betsy?" Albrecht asked.

"My lucky poolstick," Casey smiled. The TL doors opened and he said his good-byes to Matt and started for the shuttle bay. As he strode down the corridor he received nods from the Ensigns and non-coms that passed by, he smiled and nodded back to every one of them.

"Sunny if you're going with me, you better get your butt to the main shuttlebay, I am not about to be late to see my girls!" Deiran said after establishing a comm-link with his sister.

["I'm in the turbolift now Dee, be patient,"] Alexa was giggling. That meant that Lucas was with her. Those two were becoming inseparable. He couldn't help but remember who set them up to meet. Casey smiled.

The main shuttlebay doors opened and in walked Casey.

"Hello Commander," Mercury said as he looked up from an LCARS display.

"Greetings David, is the shuttle ready?" Casey asked.

"Shuttle sir?" David asked, a bit bewildered.

"Aye 'Commander, I'm not waiting for the Galaxy to dock. Get one of these shuttles ready to fly would you? I'll deal with the clearance myself."

"Sure Commander, USS Lansing is ready. Take her…"

"Thanks David, don't work too hard," Casey said as the shuttle door began to lower. Just as Casey entered the Lansing, his sister and Lucas entered the bay. "Let's move it sunshine hips! I don't have all day!"

"Okay Dee, geesh, you're impatient… Miran won't be able to make love for awhile you know?" Alexa playfully replied.

"Shut up perky!" Casey spat back and sat in the pilot's seat.

"Hey Deiran you remember how to fly this thing?" Lucas laughed as he asked the question.

"Ask the Romulans," Casey replied deadpan, referring to his expert flying of the USS Wellington on the TNZ.

"I'll see you tomorrow Alexa, take care of her Deiran," Lucas said after he kissed Alexa goodbye.

"I've been taking care of her since the day she was born," Deiran smiled. "Pre-flight's done, get out Lucas, we're leaving…" Deiran laughed as he pushed Lucas backwards. He knew that if he didn't push the man out of the shuttle, he'd never leave and Casey would be late in seeing his girls.

Alexa waved as the shuttle door closed.

"It's only one day Alex, you'll see him tomorrow," Deiran told her, trying to console his sister. She was silent.

Deiran effortlessly moved the Lansing into position to exit the bay and then called the Bridge. "This is Commander Casey on the shuttle USS Lansing, requesting clearance for launch."

On the Bridge, Kay was laughing, ["Too slow for you Commander? We'll be docking at McKinley in five minutes…"]

"Five minutes is not soon enough Kay. Give me the clearance please?" Casey persisted.

["Done Commander, USS Lansing cleared for launch."]

"Thanks Kay, Casey out."

Deiran piloted the shuttle out into space, did a 180 turn like a stunt pilot and plotted a course for Earth, Midwest America and set the warp at four.

"My gosh Dee, I've never seen you so impatient!" Alex said.

"I miss Miran, Sunshine. I miss her very much," Deiran told his sister.

"I know," she said.

Being so close to the planet and the shuttle going at warp four, it didn't take long for Deiran to get to Earth.

"Dee you better slow us down, we're coming in too fast!" Alex squealed.

"Nah sis, I know what I'm doing… it'll be fun!" he laughed.

Alexa watched as the planet grew closer and closer, "Oh my god! Deiran Thomas Casey STOP!" she screamed.

"Ohhh don't be such a baby, enjoy the ride," Deiran laughed.

The shuttle was just 50 seconds from impact when Deiran put the shuttle in a swirl spin and then dived upward, cut the warp engines in mid swirl and then headed back down toward the planet surface at a quarter impulse and then effortlessly set the Lansing down right outside the front lawn of the Stephin farm. The absolute craziest maneuver Deiran had ever tried, he did record it for posterity however.

By this time, Alexa had her eyes covered and was breathing heavily, fearing that she'd never see Lucas again. Deiran playfully tapped her shoulder…

"Sunny, open your eyes, we're here. You can use the transporters on the shuttle to get to San Francisco," and with that Deiran Casey disappeared with lightning speed toward the farmhouse. He didn't even say goodbye.

People seemed to come from the woodworks. Two older gentlemen came out of the barn, followed by a couple of teenage boys. From the house, two younger girls darted from the house and Deiran could see his mother and Mrs. Stephin standing in the doorway.

"DEIRAN! You're here! What a surprise!" Katy Stephin said as she smothered him with kisses. Secretly the young woman had a crush on Deiran and took advantage of the fact she had reason to kiss the man.

Deiran laughed as Katy had her arms around his neck and her feet were six inches off the ground. "Hey Kat, here get down, good to see ya. You are turning into a beautiful woman, can I hide this ring and sweep you off your feet forever?" Deiran said playfully, the thirteen year old blushed at the thought. To Katy, Deiran was a Starfleet hero of amazing proportions, besides being a hunk of a man, well he was in Katy's eyes and much more. He was like a rock star to many young girls of the Federation.

Deiran's mother ran to him and met him with a kiss and hug. "DEIRAN!" she screamed with joy. She had not seen her son in two years, she had spoken with him on subspace links, heard about his heroism in the Dominion war as everyone had plus all the battles the Galaxy was in, and through it all she prayed for her son and her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. She loved them.

Deiran undid the embrace to look at his mother in the eyes. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Mom no crying," Casey smiled.

She didn't say anything and smiled. Mrs. Stephin and the others joined the reunion and shook Deiran's hand.

"Good to see all of you," Deiran replied. The Stephin family were good people. They had given Miran a home and taken care of his girls, he'd be eternally grateful. He turned to see Katy looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Where's Lara?" Deiran asked Katy.

"Oh Deiran, she is such a pretty little angel. She's so well behaved. I think she's in the front room," Katy replied and took Casey's hand and led him into the front room of the house.

Deiran's little princess was sitting Indian style on the floor and dressing one of her dolls that he had sent her for Christmas. She was oblivious to her surroundings, and just concentrated on which dress she would use.

Deiran put his finger to his lips and silently told Katy to be quiet. He then walked quietly, almost tip toeing across the room and then kneeled down in front of his daughter. With so many people at the Stephin farm, Lara had grown accustomed to people walking past her or sitting near her and paid her father no attention… that was until he patted her on the head. "Hey princess, how's daddy's little girl?"

Lara instantly recognized her father's voice and looked up to see him kneeling in front of her. Her little face began to glow with joy and she shot up from the floor and flew into her father's arms. "Da! DA!" she screamed with laughter and cuddled close to her father.

Deiran's heart almost broke there as he saw his precious little girl brighten at seeing him… he was so happy she did not forget him. He smothered Lara with kisses and they hugged each other for what seemed like an hour. He picked her up, resting her close into his arms and walked over to the couch and sat down, Lara sat in his lap.

"So princess have you enjoyed the farm?" Deiran asked, his hand petting her on the back of the head in a gentle and loving gesture.

"Yes daddy, I like de ducks," she giggled in reply.

"What do ducks do? How do they walk?" he asked her, smiling.

"Day wadda, shake shake shake," she laughed and mimicked a duck waddling, wiggling on her father's lap.

His heart melted as he saw her smile and he pulled her close to him and hugged her as tight as he could without hurting her and kissed her on the forehead. "I missed you princess, daddy missed you very much."

"Miss you too Da," she said, her voice a bit muffled as she was still being hugged by Deiran.

"You stay here okay honey, I'm going to go see Mommy. Love you princess," Deiran kissed Lara again and started for the stairs.

"Miran's room is three doors down and on the left," Katy directed and watched Deiran walk up the steps, totally in awe of the man.

"Thanks Katy," Deiran said as he reached the top of the stairs and started for Miran's room. His quick stride and impatience had him at the door in seconds. He opened the door, silently, he peaked from around the door and saw that Miran was sound asleep.

Miran looked so peaceful, such serenity on her face. Eyes closed, steady breathing. She was wearing a long flannel nightgown, her covers just below her chest. He wanted to wake her, but just didn't have the heart to. He took off his boots and laid next to her. As the bed stirred when he laid down, Miran stirred with it and rolled over just in time to rest her head on Deiran's chest, as she always had done since they had been dating.

For the first time in four and a half months, Deiran was happy again.

"Love you," Miran whispered snuggling closer. Deiran smiled at his sleeping wife and gently brushed a strand of hair away.

It didn't seem to Deiran, that she was even awake… she must have been dreaming that he was there and not realizing he really was. He dreamed of her many nights, sleeping alone in their bed on the Galaxy. He didn't want to be anywhere else but right here. He wasn't really tired, but it didn't matter he wanted to be close to his love.

"I want to have passionate sex with you on the beach," she said, still talking in her sleep.

Deiran swallowed back a cough, he wanted nothing more than to take his wife right here and now, pregnant or not… but he also knew that Miran's condition did not allow it, at least until she recovered from the pregnancy and birth. When that did finally happen, Deiran was going to Endris for a drug or herb that would make Bajoran women more willing to copulate… and then he'd feed the stuff to her as much as possible so he could let out all that pent up sexual tension from the last five months. Deiran was going crazy without being able to make love to his wife for all that time. He encouraged her to come closer to him, being careful not to wake her.

Her stomach was cuddled against his side and he could feel Miran breathing. He also felt one of his children inside their mother kick. He couldn't resist and put his hand on Miran's tummy to feel the babies kick.

"Like what you feel?" Miran's eyes were still closed, Deiran at first thought she was still talking in her sleep and flirting with him as she was dreaming but a smile had formed and at that point he realized she had been awake this whole time.

"Miran, my love!" he said and cuddled with her, hugging her as tight as he could and still being gentle with her and the babies. He had missed her so much.

Her Eyes opened to look up at him.

"I've missed you my darling," Deiran whispered to her as he cradled her in his chest. She turned her face up towards his for her expected kiss, which he happily obliged her.

"The babies are kicking, I felt them," Deiran beamed as he said it, taking both of his hands and placing them on her enlarged abdominal area. "I want to just smother you with kisses honey. I missed you!"

"And I will count each one. You can start now," she grinned, sticking her tongue out flirtingly.

Deiran then proceeded to kiss Miran on the lips, the cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her nose, her eyelashes and eyelids, then slowly kissing her neck and then playfully kissed the fabric at both breasts and then back up to her lips where he kissed her over and over again, not wanting to stop. He eventually did stop.

"Go back to sleep honey, you need your rest," Deiran encouraged her, smiling at her. His smile lit up his face and you would have thought his face was the sun it was illuminated so brightly.

"No, I want to be with you," she said, snuggling to him closer.

"We're together baby," he whispered again and just basked in the moment. He'd dreamed of this day, when he'd be here with her again. The Galaxy had timed it just perfectly… any day now Miran would be giving birth. At least Deiran hoped she would.

"Science's Moving Towards More, Part 1"
By: Lt/Cmd Ryak Sullax
CSO USS Galaxy

Ryak sat in ten forward with Sullar. Ryak's son was eating some fries and looking out into the light streaked space. Ryak looked around at ten forward to watch and see his staff socialize. Ryak noticed how his staff had a more lax attitude compared to the rest of the crew. Ryak watched as Sullar ate the rest of his dinner and wondered if his crew acted this un-Starfleet while on duty.

Ryak tapped his comm badge and said, "Sullax to Shepherd."

"Go ahead sir."

"I request your presence in my office in 6 hours."

"I will be there, May I ask what this is in reference to?"

"We need to discuss the science department and so issues I have come across."

"Very well sir."

"Jolan'Tru Commander, Sullax out."

Ryak stood up from the table and picked up Sullar and headed off to their quarters."

Chris Gagne
ALSO KNOWN AS:
Lt/Commander Ryak Sullax, Chief Science Officer, USS Galaxy.
Email: i2qtnot2b@hotmail.com
ICQ: 25686024

Jake Olson sat down in front of his terminal, face grim but amused at what he was about to do.

"Jake? What's up? You on Earth? So am I!" Jog's ears dominated his ratlike face.

"Serindipity or set up?" Jake joked.

"With you I don't ever know. The Nagus can't crap with out you knowing about it!" Jog griped good naturedly.

"And rumors here claim you follow me like a smell!" Jake returned, the familiar banter feeling good. "And I have a bit of fun for you. A gift. I know how you love to collect on a debt! I have the -motherload-!"

Jog began to salivate. "Ahhh but who is the fishie?!"

Jake's grin was plastered all over his face. "James Jr. Kirk."

"WHAAA?" Jog gaped. "The guy's parents are LOADED!"

"True. I just got of the line with Daddy Kirk. Sent him a copy of his son's idea of liturature, the man hit the fan! Gave me control of the kid's allowance, which is being clipped. No more eye candy for a while I think..." Jake said with satisfaction. "He is being restricted to starship provisions which aren't exactly bread and water but not what he's used to!

"He's persona nongrata everywhere!" Jog grinned at the thought of the arrogant fool stripped of his cushion of money.

=====
SANDY
Sandy Rene = AIM
Craftycorner = ICQ #36247063

"Ears are Open"
by Ensign K'Alin Aldrea Noras

K'Alin really disliked sickbays and medical checkups, and she'd put off her transfer physical off as long as possible. But, just as they all did, it eventually caught up with her and bit her right in the wrong place.

[Dr. Bellen to Ensign Noras,] came the message over the comm.

Noras swore mentally, knowing what the "call" was probably about, and tapped her comm badge. "Noras here."

[Ensign, please report to sickbay immediately for your transfer physical. Bellen, out.]

The comm channel went silent before Noras even had a chance to protest. Nodding to the officer nearest her to take over her station, she walked into a nearby turbolift. "Deck twelve," she murmured, with visible aggravation in her voice.

In the long minute that it took to take her down twelve decks, memories of her past life came back. She remembered visiting an uncle in a hospital on Vulcan that was dying from a disease she couldn't remember the name of. The Vulcan looked stiff and dignified even in the state he was in, lying on his deathbed. Though his Vulcan manner was as cold as always until his passing, Noras had seen, in her young age, a certain peacefulness in the man. The whole atmosphere of the hospital, though, a white building filled with death, brought even more tears to her eyes when the Vulcan's life was finally gone.

Noras wiped a small tear of remembrance from her eye, trying to look as she did in her usual professional and slightly cold manner, as the doors of the turbolift swished open. Stepping out, she entered sickbay to find Dr. D'Tarna Bellen sitting on a biobed, looking depressed and distant, with a tricorder in her hand. Noras raised her eyebrow at the woman, knowing that she herself had probably appeared in the turbolift just as the doctor did now.

"Doctor," Noras said, stepping up to the Doctor in a stiff manner.

D'Tarna looked up, as if just snapping back to reality. "Oh, hello, Ensign. Please, sit down."

Sitting up from the biobed, D'Tarna allowed Noras to have a seat, then began running the medical scanner over her body. She did this with a slightly agitated look on her face, as if something was distinctly bothering her.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?" K'Alin asked, with a slightly concerned look in her eyes.

"No," D'Tarna snapped. Dropping the tricorder in frustration, she fell to the biobed, almost beginning to cry aloud.

"Yes." she murmured quietly, almost in a whisper. She began weeping. Not certain what else to do until D'Tarna was calmed down enough to talk, Noras helped her up and hugged her. D'Tarna hugged back tightly, obviously in a state where she simply needed a "shoulder to cry on." Concentrating as she held D'Tarna, she could faintly make out a name in the Vulcan's mind, the name that was obviously causing her so much sorrow.

K'Alin couldn't stop herself from whispering the name aloud. "Shtik ..."

**** An hour or so later ... ****

D'Tarna wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, the tearstains still slightly visible, but that would pass. She was in her quarters with K'Alin, having spent about an hour talking about D'Tarna's small problem. K'Alin sat back in a chair for most of that hour, silent and simply listening intently, which she found was the first and probably the largest step toward becoming friends with someone. Once D'Tarna had told her the whole story and how she felt, K'Alin took a few seconds to mentally compile all the information she'd gotten, sat up, and nodded.

"Well, I can't promise anything, D'Tarna, but I can say this: I believe it's very likely that I can help you and Shtik to resolve your problems, one way or another. I'll do my very best and keep you informed of what comes out of the situation."

D'Tarna nodded, smiling with an expression of peace on her face. The two stood up and embraced each other, having grown very close in only an hour.

"Thank you, Counselor," D'Tarna whispered.

K'Alin's eyebrows went up, but she stared off into space, murmuring that word, a word that presented a possibility she had never considered. "Counselor...?"

=/\= ------------------------------ =/\=
Ensign K’Alin Aldrea Noras
Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy
matthewg@eatel.net
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"A New Direction"

Written by:

Lieutenant Commander Karyn Dallas
Chief Counselor

Lieutenant Darian McGee
Medical Officer
USS Galaxy

***

Darian McGee sat alone, thinking over his current situation. He needed to make changes. He needed to talk to Counselor Dallas, he had come to a decision. It was time to change career tracks.

"Computer, make an appointment with 'Commander Dallas at her next available opening."

"Appointment made for 1200 hours."

Darian looked at his chronometer, it read 1020 hours. He killed time, took a shower, read part of a history paper written by a professor at Cambridge, then the computer said that it was 1150. Standing, Darian exited his quarters.

~~~~Lt. Commander Dallas' Office~~~~

Darian strode in to her office, and took the seat she offered.

"Now, Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" she inquired.

"I am here...to request a transfer to the Counseling department."

The 'Commander leaned back in her hover chair. "I see. And are you a certified counselor?"

Darian knew that this question would come up. "No."

She leaned forward. "Do you need a recommendation from me then to continue your education?" asked Karyn, not sure what this young man was asking her.

"I would like to ask, that you tutor me, help me to finish my counseling education. I started it at Cambridge, continued at The Academy, but I'm still missing some hands on experience to be a certified counselor."

Karyn's eyebrows arched, hands-on experience was ninety percent of it. She was reminded of her internship at the Academy in their Psychology Department. Truthfully, it had seemed more like an initiation than anything else. Forgetting the fact that she was the oddity in her class, those first time experiences with troubled people were eye-opening and usually made or broke aspiring counselors. Darian was showing the effort to learn, but did she have what it took to teach him? She had to admit, the last few weeks she had become somewhat disillusioned. She loved what she did, that was still true but at times the job was absolutely draining. Gods knew she could use the help, perhaps this was what she needed to renew her spirit to do the job.

"Well, Doctor, I certainly appreciate someone who is willing to expand their horizons. If you don't mind my asking, why was it that you chose to leave the Medical Department?" The truth was, if he was looking to get away from the death and despair of the Medical Department, Counseling wasn't much better. She loved what she did, but in many ways Karyn felt Counseling was more intense.

Darian thought for a moment. "I love the medical field, still do, but at the moment my flare for it is fading. After what the Galaxy just endured, I don't think I could zip up another bodybag, it would just make me puke. I realize that Counseling is a lot like Medical, but I always did like the field, and I think it comes a little naturally to me. I want to increase my experince in as many fields as possible. I don't want to get stuck in one tract, where all I do is practice medicine for the rest of my life."

"I appreciate your honesty and willingness to learn something new, but I feel I must be candid also. Much like being a doctor, being a counselor is all the time. You're oncall at all hours of the day and night, and situations can be very intense and stressful. I don't want you to leave one stressful career and head right into another one. Burn-out rates are high and frustrations abound. That's not to say, this job isn't rewarding, but there are times when those scenarios are few and far between. Each time you counsel someone who is troubled or in pain, you give a little piece of yourself to that person, it is very draining at times and the types of wounds we deal with aren't easily healed with a dermal regenerator. I don't mean to sound condescending, but I want to you to know what you're getting yourself into."

"I think I do, and I would like to pursue this career change. The hours are of no mind, you're on call 24/7 as a Doctor, so that wouldn't be a problem. As for the emotional problems, I know about them, I practically raised my younger sister and anytime she went through something emotional I went through it. So I think I have an understanding of the kind of emotional stress your talking about."

Karyn thought, *Hell, I thought I had an idea of the emotional stress too and I HAD the training. Nothing could really prepare you for the stress until you were in the thick of it. Suddenly you didn't counsel fast and hard because you wanted to, it was more like you stepped in because it was your job, and if you didn't step in - you were responsible for the consequences. The recent session with O'Connell and the gang came to mind. Fortunately, not all her time was spent like that - most, but not all. Still, 'To each his own'*

"I understand, and if you're willing to try, then it's good enough for me. Have Captain Price and Commander Casey seen your transfer request?"

"I've drafted up my request for a transfer, but I have yet to send it in. I wanted to get your opinon on the matter first."

"Ok, well you've sold me. Now tell me, what areas of Counseling most appeal to you? This will give me an idea where it would be best to place you and what aspects to concentrate on."

"I like the aspect of emotional healing. Something that comes from your soul, being able to help someone based on your frame of mind, perspectives, and your ability to bring them comfort."

"I like your dedication, Darian, we'll see what we can do. The first thing I need to check is what courses you have to take. As a doctor, you should have a good foundation of the basics, but there are some additional required courses that you need to pass, along with the hands-on stuff. As far as on the job training is concerned, I'd like to concentrate on observation for a while. This will give you a chance to sharpen your ability to 'read' others by observing their non-verbal communication. It's a great way to get you thinking about how you would handle situations and to gain an understanding of all that's involved. You'd write down your thoughts and questions and we'd discuss them afterward."

"Then what?" Darian asked.

"Well, assuming you passed all your courses, exams and done enough observation, you'd move on to dealing with potential situations on the holo-deck. I'd program the computer to give you random scenarios and you'd handle them as if you were the counselor handling the problem. We'd discuss them afterward as usual, and I'll evaluate you. After some time, I'd put in a request to Starfleet Medical to send someone impartial to administer the Boards - a final written exam and a practical portion, as in medical school. They will then issue you a Counseling license based on your performance. There's a probationary period the first couple of months after you get your certification where I'll have to evaluate and observe you frequently - but after that, you'll be certified as a counselor. It takes longer than that to gain confidence but experience helps."

"I understand Counselor."

"Tell you what, take sometime to think it over and file the necessary paperwork. That will give me time to contact SFM and get approval to be your instructor as well as get course materials. Ok?"

Darian nodded. "Sounds good. I'll file the transfer request, and get all of the paperwork filed away."

She shook his hand and said before he left, "There is one more thing, Darian."

"What's that?" he asked with a smile.

"If I help you with your counseling studies, will you help me prepare for the Boards?" Upon seeing his confusion, she said, "I'm a student too. I've been studying to become an RN. I'm almost finished with the course work and my exams. I'm in the process of gaining my hands-on experience now. A couple more weeks and I should be able to take the boards...I could use a study partner. Are you interested?" she smiled and waited for a response.

"Sounds like an equal trade off to me. We'll see what we can do."

"Thank you Lieutenant, I look forward to seeing you in the Counseling Department."

"Good day Counselor."

And he left, leaving Karyn with her thoughts, and the hard task that lie ahead.

"Confidante"

Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas
Chief Counselor

Lt. Ethan Suder
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Galaxy

The doors hissed open. Ten Forward seemed relatively quiet. Suder stepped in and let the doors close behind him before moving on to a table. He walked over to a replicator and grabbed his usual drink. He noticed Lieutenant Commander Karyn Dallas sitting at one of the tables. It seemed like she was waiting for a drink to be delivered. He strolled over to the Chief Counselor.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Sure, Lieutenant, Michael's on shift and I hate drinking alone," Karyn smiled at him and took a sip of the raktijino the waiter had just brought her. In truth, her thoughts were tumbling over one another very quickly since the boarding by the mirror universe pirates. This was the first chance she'd gotten a break since then, but for some reason she didn't want to be alone either.

He sat down and looked out the window to the stars that surrounded the USS Galaxy.

"I get the feeling this is not a social visit." said Karyn cautiously. She hadn't really seen Suder with any friends except Michael, who couldn't say enough about how great he was. There was a quiet loneliness about him, but Karyn never forced people to be social if they wanted to stay to themselves.

"I just wanted to get some advice if at all possible. I feel more comfortable talking here, but if you'd like to set up an organized appointment, then that'll be fine." he said.

"I'll do my best, if you're comfortable here than so am I. Unless of course you think you need an appointment...up to you. I'm learning to be flexible." she smiled and asked, "What can I do you for?"

All kidding aside, Suder said,"I've been thinking about these things for some time, but there were always things to take my mind off them: Dominion attacks, Borg invasion forces, holodecks, work in Engineering, but now, the war's over, the Borg seemed to have forgotten about us, I'm not feeling too comfortable at work now, that just leaves the holodeck, and most of the time I'm fixing it for other people." he explained.

Karyn seemed to take a deep breath. Suder sipped his drink and placed it down quietly on the table. *Maybe Ethan's social life was the problem.

"Please go on." encouraged Karyn.

"There's... four things that bug me... Commander Casey, Lieutenant Commander Jamson and the incident at Starfleet HQ a few years back."

"And the fourth?" asked Karyn, not sure whether she should be pleased that he had narrowed his pet peeves down so succinctly, or bothered by the fact that he had been grappling with these things seemingly for quite some time.

"We really shouldn't discuss here." Suder replied quickly.

"All right," said Karyn a bit puzzled. He had already said Ten Fore made him more comfortable than her office but the fact that this particular subject required a more private place suggested he was picking the lesser of the two evils. Karyn began to wonder just how long this "secret" had been bothering him.

"Ok, in a thousand words or less, tell me why Casey is bugging you." Karyn briefly wondered what trouble Deiran had gotten himself into this time. Of course, it wasn't difficult to believe that Deiran could ruffle feathers, that ability came as naturally as his command attributes, but she guessed she had gained an immunity to the Casey ego. Having to express those feelings of annoyance in a limited amount of words...now that was an interesting challenge.

"Well, to be blunt, he's a pain. I think it's his attitude. He gets over excited about command and battle situations, he loses his mind when there's a situation involving his wife, kids or Teb. Fair enough he has some issues, but he loses control when he gets the chair. And before you say it, I'm not jealous. I'm an Engineer, my future lies in other directions, not the big chair." Suder explained. "But it's not just the Commander, it's his whole family. Don't get my wrong, I'm sure one of them's got to be a nice person, but the last mission, with the Romulans..." Suder said as he lowered his voice so that other people couldn't hear him. "Admiral Casey took command, fine, that I can live with. But the First Officer was Cadet Casey. What kind of command structure was that? She was only the First Officer because her father wanted her to be. He had no concern for the rest of the crew or the fleet. During the battle, if the Admiral had been killed, knocked out, whatever, then the Cadet would had to have taken command. Now I don't think she has enough training or experience to command a vessel, let alone a fleet of ships. One mistake, one hesitation and we could have all died." Suder finished.

Karyn was wheeling on thin ice she knew. Deiran was her close friend and it was hard for her to distance herself to offer an objective response. She couldn't lie to herself, she knew there were times it felt like Deiran was playing Russian Roulette, but to admit those concerns to Suder would be admitting a lack of faith in your superiors...as well as your friends.

"Ethan, I realize Commander Casey's command style epitomizes flying by the seat of your pants, but when push comes to shove, SFC is going to look at the results. The results don't lie...Casey's tactics have gotten us out of many tight spots. Contrary to what you might think, Deiran doesn't take his responsibilities lightly and he struggles with the tough decisions more than you might think. There's more to him than the persona you see and until you see that, you're just going to have to trust me. Believe me, if Deiran had endangered lives unnecessarily, Starfleet would be the first to hear from Price and myself. The arrogance is a cover for much deeper issues. Neither Starfleet nor I suffer arrogance gladly and if Deiran just joined Starfleet to show off, he would have been weeded out from day one. Starfleet's not for flakes or the mentally unstable. Of course, if you wanted to file a formal complaint, that's your right." said Karyn.

"I wonder how many times Admiral Casey, his father, has gotten him out of trouble, or recomended him just because he was his son. But it doesn't matter what people do or think. It doesn't matter if I complain. It won't get anywhere. The complaint goes to you, then it gets sent to Captain Price, then he sends it to SFC, Admiral Casey looks at it, throws it away and sends a message to his son saying go easy. A little slap on the wrist." Suder replied. "But I'll wait. I'll wait for this great man that everyone sees."

Karyn decided to let the other comments go. It wasn't as if she was going to get defensive of Deiran or his family, as Suder was entitled to feel how he felt and it really wasn't her job to try and convince him otherwise. It only became a problem when it affected his working relationship with the Commander and though he was obviously frustrated, he didn't seemed particularly inclined to do anything drastic. She decided to change the subject.

"Now, has Lt. Commander Jamson given you cause for concern?

"That's really a smaller issue. In some ways at least. His attitude is one that certainly needs to be dealt with. He's rude to the rest of the crew on the Galaxy. I don't care if he was a Captain, and was demoted for performing his duty as a Starfleet officer, I've been there, I've been in that situation, when I was an Engineer, doing my job, the same job every day until I got kicked down to Ensign and transfered away from Earth. I was upset about it, I still am, but I'm not a loose cannon. Now if he doesn't want friends then fine, he should just say so, but he has no right to be rude to you, Lieutenant T'Zaq or any other crew member that he runs into. It didn't really bother me at first, but I've seen the way he treats the Engineering staff, and you. It'll only be a matter of time before someone actually says something to him. And when that happens, he'll become unpredictable. I shouldn't be laying all this on you..." Suder said and just sighed as he sunk back into his seat.

"No, Ethan, it's ok, that's what I'm here for. I'd rather you mention it to me than go off half-cocked like I've seen some people do when they're not satisfied with something...and I am your friend, I want to help."

"Michael was right then." Suder joked quietly.

"I appreciate the information...I too have noticed Jamson's tendency toward rudeness, I've been the brunt of it many a time. But you should know me well enough by now to know that he's not getting away with much," The two smiled, "if he's being rude to you or your staff, then you should say something to him, not hostily but assertively. I assure you Jamson is not SFC's favorite son at the moment and he knows it. He feels betrayed and angry...he's not used to having to prove himself like this and he covers his frustration by lashing out. Nobody knows better than he what can happen when you don't play nice with others. I assure you, it's something that is being handled and will be dealt with more strictly should the behavior continue."

She took a sip of her drink, then continued, "I realize his aggressive personality and gruffness is not what you'd expect from a typical Starfleet Officer but he's struggling to find his way. Thus far, he doesn't seem to want open up to anyone. Perhaps you could try to talk with him and share what it was like for you and how you felt when you were demoted. He still might brush you off but at least he'll know you were offering understanding. I think as much as it appears the opposite, sometimes Jamson feels like people are ignoring what happened because people are ashamed of him. It's a large part of who you both are and why you act as you do. It's difficult for him to move on with this embarrassment over his head. Honor is the most important thing to him and he's lost without it, he feels as if he has to start all over and that's scary."

"Yeah." Suder replied quietly.

"Now tell me about the incident at HQ."

"Back when I was part of the Engineering Corpse, I was part of a team helping to design new ships. We worked on the Defiant, Soverign and Defender class ships. Everything was going fine. I had a life, friends, a good job, everything to make a life seem normal. But that's where the story ends. Or at least, that's what Starfleet would rather it said on my records." Suder explained. "There was an explosion, destroying a lot of our work. Lieutenant Gillings was on the team as well, and he had a back up copy. It turns out, it was an inside job, or at least, that's what I believe. I don't know why. The Captain that was incharge ordered the Engineering team to board the USS Lakota for inspection and interrogation. That's when I first met Captain Benteen. She listened to what I had to say and believed me. We tried to set up a trap for this agent, this guy that wanted our work destroyed. But the trap failed." Suder took a sip of his drink and continued to stare at the table reliving the events.

"A short time, later, more work was destroyed. Evidence continued to point at someone in the Engineering team. We all started looking at each other, hoping to find some answers. Starfleet Command had their eyes on three of us. Gillings, Dane and myself. Round about the same time, the USS Lakota was sent to the Neutral Zone. I think because I had someone on my side, and a Captain at that. I tried to set up a trap of my own. But I got caught in the process. It was early hours in the morning, dark, everyone was sleeping except me because I was trying to catch the man who had done this. Starfleet believed that I was trying to destroy more work, and that it was me who had been involved in the two previous attacks. They knew that if I was kicked out of Starfleet, then I would have gone further with this and in the end, make them look bad. That's why they couldn't have me killed either. I knew too much, but it was enough to keep me alive. Two days later, I was transfered to the Lakota." Suder explained.

"Where does the demotion come into it?" Karyn asked.

"You would have thought that the conspiracy would have ended after I was transfered. But I guess Starfleet still had their eyes on me. After a couple of months serving as an Engineer puppet time and time again, there was another incident. The Captain, Chief Security and myself beamed down to the surface of an M-Class planet. One that we thought was devoid of life. We had more officers beam down to help us, just to take some readings of the terrain and that sort of thing. I wandered into one of the caves and found life. Dangerous life. We were attacked. Outnumbered and outgunned. There was only thirteen of us and fifty one of them. The Captain was injured and the Chief Security officer ordered us to remain on the surface and fight back. He had good cover and was well protected. I think he was one of Starfleet's officers trying to get me killed. On that planet it would have looked like we were taken by surprise. With the one survivor, he could make up any story as to the deaths of myself, Captain Benteen and the others. I argued with the Chief, telling him that we would all die. He didn't listen. We got caught up in a fight. I had to use my phaser to stun him. We returned to the ship and the Chief Security officer sent a report to Starfleet saying that I ordered the whole team to stay. When he argued with me, I struck him and then used my phaser. He twisted the story and Starfleet believed him. I tried to hold up my case in front of the council, but they didn't believe, just because of the incident two months earlier involving the Engineering team. I was demoted back down to Ensign, assured I would never reach Chief or any other high ranking position in Starfleet, and then transfered to the USS Malinche. By this time, I had very few friends. People used to look at me as a traitor to Starfleet. I got to know the Command crew and they became my friends. I must have become too good a friend, because I was transfered again,this time here. People didn't want to know me. Kids that came here just after reaching the rank of Ensign, obviously didn't know about me, and they trusted me. But now, they're all dead. Everybody has misjudged me. That's why I'm here, leading a quiet life. For a while at least. For years now, I've been trying to catch the people that set me up over the course of four years. And it wasn't just me, Gillings and Dane have had the same sort of treatment over those four years. I guess during the war when officers were dispatched throughout the quadrant, they forgot about us, that's why Gillings is on this ship as well. It wont be long before he's transfered. He's made friends again because people don't know about him. They all think it was me that was the traitor." Suder went to say more but didn't. He looked at his drink and then shook his head. "We're Betazoids Counselor, you know I'm telling the truth right?" he asked, just assure himself that he was, not that he needed assurance.

Karyn didn't know what to say to Ethan. She didn't want to believe that he was making this up, if he was he would have been screaming about it to anyone who would listen just to get attention, a sure sign of a major personality disorder. The truth was, she couldn't discern whether he was lying because she had no telepathic or empathic skills, having only grown up on Betazed. He was her friend and that in itself made her judgement suspect but she refused to write him off just yet. She needed more information.

"Actually, Ethan, I'm not native to Betazed, though that's where I grew up. My parents were both human, but my Dad retired on Betezed after he finished his active duty commitment. I learned some psi techniques while I was there but nothing substantial. Look, I want to believe you and I do, I don't think there's much of a reason for you to lie. Gods know, this wouldn't be the first Starfleet coverup in the history of the universe. I'm more concerned how you're going to handle this. Michael said something about you taking a mysterious trip? If this stuff is all true, do you really want to confront this head on? This being in limbo stuff must be killing you and you can't live like this forever. I just don't want you going all heroic on me and putting yourself in danger. There's got to be an easier solution."

"Playing a hero was a boyhood fantasy, nothing more." Suder joked. He pushed his drink from one hand to the other and sighed.

Karyn could tell Ethan was getting uncomfortable here in Ten-Forward. Who could blame him? He had just accused members of Starfleet of conspiracy. It was clear there was one more thing on his mind at the moment, something that required extreme privacy.

"Do you want to discuss the rest of this in my quarters, it might give us some extra privacy."

"It may be best." Suder agreed.

She had to admit it might have looked strange to others to see them walk off together, but for some reason she had no desire to go back to her office. Things were too formal there and she had spent more than enough time in the seclusion of her office.

***Karyn's quarters***

Karyn and Suder entered her quarters and she gestured for him to sit on the couch. She couldn't help but notice his apprehension. "If you're uncomfortable here, we can always go to my office. I just thought it would be easier to relax here."

"This is fine, it's not like there's anyone around."

"Can I get you anything?" she asked motioning to the replicator.

"No, I'm fine... But thanks anyway."

Karyn decided against more raktijino for herself and instead positioned herself directly across from Suder. With a reassuring smile she said, "Ok, spill it, Ethan. I promise I won't bite." Karyn waited for Ethan to fill her in. After discussing the incident at SFHQ that had happened a few years back, she wasn't sure what she expected to come from his mouth. But ready or not, he needed to talk and as his friend, she wanted to be there to listen.

"If you've looked around lately, then you'll notice that this ship is full of love or love sick people. It seems everyone is getting together. For months I decided that I wasn't going to get involved, it would just complicate things, comprimise situations on duty. But I seem to have misjudged how powerful that sort of an emotion can be. It's hard because everyone I ever cared for either went missing or died. My family, parents supposedly taken by the Borg, brother killed in the Delta Quadrant..." he paused there and his eyes fixed on the table. The complete blackness of his eye kind of gave him an intimidating stare. His mind was fixed on the past. He felt a wave of rage rushing at him. He snapped out of it and looked back at Karyn. "There were a couple of people in my early years at Starfleet Command I fell for, but they died in shuttle accidents. Then there was Adrianna, killed by the USS St. Louise. Starfleet. Because of one man who refused to end it. But... That was his call, have a few people killed or a few hundred? The math is quite simple." Suder explained.

Karyn couldn't help but feel a little guilty for being one who had recently become involved. It wasn't as if she and Michael were serious or anything, but since admitting their mutual attraction, they'd been seeing each other more often. Now it appeared Suder had fallen for someone else but seemed bitter about something also. The two stared at each other for a long moment. Karyn suddenly noticed the sadness in his eyes and Karyn realized just how alone Ethan was. Before she could say anything to him, his combadge beeped.

It seemed that something was amiss in Engineering and Michael needed Suder's input. Karyn was warmed by the sound of his voice but tried not to appear too "lovestruck" lest it make him uncomfortable.

Suder acknowledged the call and then stood to say goodbye to Karyn. Karyn gripped his hand in hers for a moment. "My door is always open, Ethan, should you need to talk. Promise me you'll think before you do anything rash."

He smiled. "I promise."

With those words, Ethan left Karyn to contemplate what all had been said.

"The Shape of Things pt. II"
LtCmdr. Alex Shepherd
ACSciO, USS GALAXY

"McKinley Station"

"Hello," answered the Ambassador, pausing slightly before continuing, "Son."

Alex stiffened as he heard the last word.

"After all this time, you still have the nerve to call me that?" replied Shepherd sharply.

"Well, I am your father."

"Only by birth." Interupted Alex.

"That's not fair, Alex. Your mother and I tried to give you every advantage we could while you were growing up. It's not easy rasing childern when you are Starfleet Ambassadors." The ambassador paused, before continuing, "Sure we may have been a heavy handed, but we meant well, We..."

Alex waved his hand cutting off the Ambassador's answer. "Whatever. I have thuings to do, Ambassador. So if this is a social call..."

"Its not, Son..Alex, I mean. This is important. We started out on the wrong foot, so maybe I had better cut my losses and just say what I came to say."

Alex watched as an almost physical change came over his Father's face. He saw something that he had nebver seen in his father's eyes, not in the 30+ years that he could remember..He saw fear.

"Some of your old friends are going to want you to play ball with them again. They are going to be very adamant and I believe that these "old friends" are very displeased with your "new friends."

Alex suddenly grew angry. Here was his father, like always showing up and throwing a wrench into the works just when his life was becoming normal.

"New friends, Old friends? What are you talking about? Who are you talking about?" demanded Alex.

"That's all I can say, Alex. You will know whom they are soon enough. Just keep your head down on this one, Son. There is going to be a lot of fallout. Just be careful..real careful."

Alex watched as the Ambassador reached forward and the viewer suddenly changed to the symbol of UFP. Alex sat back and thought of what hehis father had just told him. His father, while slightly melodramatic, was not one to overemphasise things of importance. There was more to his father's warning, he just didn't know what...

The buzz of the ship's intercom startled him from his thoughts...

"Sullax to Shepherd."

"Go ahead sir."

"I request your presence in my office in 6 hours."

"I will be there, May I ask what this is in reference to?"

"We need to discuss the science department and so issues I have come Across."

"Very well sir."

"Jolan'Tru Commander, Sullax out."

"Great, More changes." Thought Alex as he rose and prepared for his meeting with his CO.

All around the World the Tower was Burning
by LCDR Endris Gakor

*** Bajor, Recantha Mission ***

"Good, Alaiyo. Feel your pagh", Vedic Lydo Tordiz instructed. After a moment of disappointment, the clergyman rose to the new role the prophets prepared for him. Instructing this off world creature. The Alaiyo proved adept at seeking her pagh, which appeared to be quite strong for a non Bajoran species. "Excellent, my child. Let your mind dissolve. Think of something peaceful.", he droned on.

Endris thought back to some of the recordings she had seen in the holodeck. One, dated January 1, 2000, was spectacularly beautiful. History proved the images were seen all over the Globe via satellite. In Paris, so many fireworks were lit to celebrate, the famous Eifle tower glowed orange, as if heated so hot it would melt down to slag. "All around the World the Tower is Burning!" one commentator declared. And things certainly looked that way.

Gakor concentrated on remembering the burning tower. She felt a warm, refreshing glow fill her, as the awareness of her pagh grew. Outwardly, she smiled as she felt the lessons were becoming productive.

Meanwhile, her instructor was thinking along a totally different tract. "Imagine naming a Tellarite 'One for whom Food is not enough'?", he had said to his friends after the orb viewing. Knowing the Tellarite passion for Cuisine, they were quite taken aback by this news. But the vision the Vedic received was insistent. The Emissary himself imparted Lydo would both learn and teach when he accompanied the Doctor back to her duty station on the USS Galaxy.

Already, one of the juniors in the basilica had been elected to replace the relocated Vedic, so Lydo could leave any time soon.

*** A week later ***

Julian Bashir had been forced to hike all the way to the Monastery Endris was staying at, having failed to convince others to carry a message for him. He couldn't just call, since the eclessaical retreat practiced radio silence. And his coworkers did not have leave time to spend at the moment, so he had to endure getting a Bunion on his foot while hiking himself there.

The Tellarite Doctor would miss the awards ceremony for the Zee Magnus prizes if she did not leave for more civilized parts soon! Perhaps she became so engaged in Bajoran mysticism that she didn't realize what time it was. And Gakor had been nominated for the prestigious award for the cure she discovered for the Teresi virus. Quark's illegal but below Kira's surveillance betting pool said the good money was on Endris to sweep the medical portions of the awards.

Quark would have lost money as things turned out. For the first time in their 150 Galactic history, the Zee Magnus team selected two awards in the Medical category. Endris did indeed win for her work in Immunology. But Julian Bashir also won, for finding the cure for the disease effecting the Founders. (Star Fleet had been forced to classify that Bashir had 'help' from section 31 with his findings).

Lydo looked a bit out of place at the coat and tie awards banquet, but he acquitted himself with distinction. While on DS9, which turned out to be where the awards were held, Endris learned that Bajor was reopening its application to join the Federation.

"Tordiz, do you mind staying on the station for a while?", she asked her new friend. "I have a feeling the discussion will be lively." Endris was sure she could wrangle a seat at the bargaining table due to her growing fame, and Vedics were permitted at all Bajoran events.

"Tactics"
by, Lt. Comdr. Raesene Hermedhie,
Chief Tactical Officer
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Raesene was in the Holodecks trying to figure out a new tactic for use in battle against a currently unknown opponent. Perhaps it would be best to designate an enemy before creating the battle tactic. But he wished to create a tactic useful in all aspects.

Then he hit upon an idea. Why not create a series of tactics by the same primary name, differing in numbers to deal with all the different threats that they could run into. The only difference would be in numbers.

Say, starting with number one for Breen threats. And proceeding through Jem'Hadar, Klingons, Cardassians, Romulans, and Tholians, for example. Any tactics dealing with the supreme threat of the Borg would have to be seperate. And those would have to be constantly changing to keep them offguard.

But he would need to know more about the stresses the hull could take. And for that he would need to talk to Lt. (j.g.) Mikala Pailaka, the Chief Helmsman. So he decided to send a message.

To: Lt. (j.g.) Mikala Pailaka, Chief Helsman
From: Lt. Comdr. Raesene Hermedhie, Chief Tactical Officer
RE: Specifics of Galaxy stresses

Greetings. I wished to talk to you at an opportune moment about specifics on the stresses the Galaxy's hull can take. Seeing as I wish to perfect new tactics for use when we get engaged in battle. I just don't want to tear the ship apart while doing so. Any help would be useful in this endeavor. Even your participation in the formenting of the new tactics would be welcome. They will be named Ilien, after a small one-province domain on my world. Please send any help you deem necessary.

Signed,
Lt. Comdr. Raesene Hermedhie,
Chief Tactical Officer

After sending the message, he sat back to think about the changes that McKinley Station were now making to the vessel. And what they would mean in the future.

"Repairs"
By Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Lee stared out the observation portal even as Commander Baker continued his uninterruptable conversation...

"And then with the end of the Dominion war, that increased our schedules by ten fold as ships from around the quadrant were flown in... you know, to undergo various repairs and refittings that only our orbital space docks here at Earth station McKinley are suited to handle." Baker laughed. "Take the repairs to your ship, Captain, as an example. Repairing the structural damage to a Galaxy class starship is not something every Starbase in the Federation is equip to handle. Now I realize your Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander...?"

"Samara." Lee called out over his shoulder to the chatty Commander of the McKinley repair facility. The Captain continued to stare out the observation portal at the bow of the Starship Galaxy. Various work-a-bees and EVA suited engineers were maneuvering about the giant saucer section, surveying the damaged that needed to be repaired.

"Samara, yes of course. I realize your Lieutenant Commander Samara has done an exceptional job at patching the Galaxy together in order to get her to our facility. But now that you've arrived the real work can begin. We will need to scrap most of the damaged and patched structural pieces for new pieces in order to restore the ships original specifications. I understand your sickbay was badly damaged as well Captain?" Baker asked trying to gain the Captain attentions.

Lee nodded, still gazing out the portal with a distant stare. "Yes Commander. The entire med-ward was destroyed."

"Well, you are in luck Captain Price. It's unfortunate that this had to happen to your vessel of course, but now that it has, we can revamp the sickbay facilities on board your starship to bring them up to the latest Starfleet specifications. We'd of recalled the Galaxy eventually to have the new system installed anyway, but now that your in for repairs anyhow, we can get straight to it and make the Galaxy one of the first staple ships to receive the advanced upgrades." Baker smiled. He'd hoped Captain Price would be as excited about the news as he and his team of engineers were to get the chance to install them on a Galaxy class ship. But the Captain remained distant as he gazed out the portal looking at his ship. Baker had heard through the grapevine of the Captain's loss of a dear loved one on this last mission, so he didn't want to press the point or otherwise cause him any more grief.

"I'm sure the upgrades will be to your usual standards Commander. If you'll excuse me, I have some reports to attend to." Lee stated.

Baker smiled. "Of course Captain. The Galaxy isn't going anywhere. At least not for the next several weeks."

Lee nodded and then left the Commander's office. He was still stinging from the loss of Yeoman York. In all, nearly fifty officers had died onboard the Galaxy alone. And while that number paled in comparison to the losses on board the Sarek, Missouri or Thomas Paine, it still wore heavily on the Captain's conscience.

A short time later, Lee was back on board the USS Galaxy. He'd lied to Commander Baker on Earth station McKinley. He didn't really have any reports to fill out. Over the last several days while the Galaxy limped home to the repair facility, Lee had immersed himself in his work to help take his mind off of his lost loved. The time had allowed him to get fully caught up in all the reports that needed to be filled out. But now, it left him with very little to do except think about things he really didn't want to think about. Too much time on ones hands was never a good thing. And at the moment, Lee had more than he knew what to do with.

Being docked at Earth station McKinley, Lee had extended shore leave to all officers that wished to take it. Being in orbit of Earth made it an easy matter for anyone to visit home, return to the Academy, or simply do some sight seeing while the ship underwent her structural repairs and medical ward refitting under Commander Baker's guidance. Deciding that there was little else left for him to do, Lee decided to take the opportunity to have his own little walk-a-bout back home in the outback of Australia. He went to his quarters to take care of a couple of things, and to change before heading to the bridge to verify everything was secured there.

Lee entered the command deck wearing his tan hiking gear and slouch hat. The ship being safely docked at the orbital repair facility, the Bridge crew was minimal. Lee noticed Ensign Bruce Maxwell sitting at the helm.

"G'day 'mate. Anything of interest to report?"

Maxwell pivoted in his chair and saw the Captain walking down the command well towards him.

"No sir. Everything is quiet as can be expected." The Ensign replied.

"Well, not to worry. I expect the next several weeks will be the same way while the engineering crews of McKinley station finish the structural repairs to the Galaxy. It should make for some long, boring shifts I'm sure, but at least there will be no Jem'Hadar patrols to worry about 'mate."

"That's true Captain." Maxwell nodded "I guess I should consider myself lucky in that regard. A few shifts of having nothing to do should be a pleasant break when you look at it that way."

"That's the spirit 'mate." Lee smiled. "I'm going to be beaming down to Earth for a walk-a-bout. I'll have my comm badge if anything comes up or I'm needed."

"Understood sir. I'll pass that on to whomever comes and relieves me." Ensign Maxwell stated.

"G'day Ensign."

"Good day Captain." Bruce nodded. Captain Price then exited the bridge leaving Ensign Maxwell and the sole security guard on duty alone on the Bridge.

"An Old Friend"

By Ensign Michael S. Cutts,
Operations Officer

-----------McKinley Station---------------

After talking for an hour to his parents, Michael had said his goodbyes and went to find the person who owned the voice he'd recognised from the Station's Space Ops whilst on the shuttle to the station. He found an information terminal and activated it, requesting information about Space Operations Control Officers.

The computer displayed the full duty roster and Michael read through it. He came to a record and instantly recognised the name. He displayed the full record and had the computer transfer it to his tricorder.

------------ Quarters Deck 3 --------------

He strolled along the corridor of the third quarters deck of McKinley station, he kept glancing at the room numbers, '142', '148'. When he reached room 152 he stopped and pressed the 'Call' button on the panel beside the door. An audio twinkle sounded and a female called "come in".

The doors opened to show a magnificent room, it was huge compared to the Junior officers quarters he had just left at the academy.

"Yes who is it?" the woman asked, standing up and turning around.

"Christine, it's me," Michael said calmly.

She turned around much faster and ran towards him. She put her arms around him and kissed him and then stepped back. "I haven't seen you for ages," Christine Silverwood said, sounding shocked and surprised.

"When I left the Academy, I went to Mars for Command Training," Michael replied still calm, or at least attempting to appear that way.

"That was two years ago Michael, you're still an Ensign then," she said, teasing.

"I've just been assigned to the USS Galaxy, my first real assignment," he replied trying to show her why he was an Ensign.

He noticed the one solid gold and one black pin on her collar. "You're only a Lieutenant Junior," Michael said.

"I know I can't get much higher in my profession," she said, sounding serious now. "I was hoping to be transferred to a start ship as Shuttle Operations, but that doesn't seem very likely."

"Ask Captain Price, I'm sure we'll need someone in Shuttle Ops aboard Galaxy," Michael said, trying to be sympathetic.

"Not a bad idea," she seemed to have become happier again. "I will, right now."

She walked to her desk and turned on the computer terminal. She recorded a short message.

'To Captain Price, USS Galaxy,

I have been hoping for a transfer to Shuttle Operations aboard a starship for sometime and was wondering whether there were any spaces aboard the Galaxy for such an officer. I'm a Lieutenant Junior Grade and have specialised in Shuttle Operations Management and Control at the Academy and since I left.

Please reply soon,

Lieutenant jg Christine Silver Wood,
McKinley Station'

See sent the message and then stood back up and walked over to Michael, who had been stood at the door the whole time.

"I might see you later," she said, seductively. "But for now I've got a job to do."

She left the room leaving Michael standing their bewildered.

Christine was a trill, although she actually looked young she was over 130 years old. This host she was currently in was only 24 though. It wasn't confusing for Michael as it was for others he'd met Christine at Starfleet Academy and they became good friends. After a year Christine realised she was attracted to Michael and only a week later he asked her out. She was surprised to say the least and accepted his offer, but when Michael left the Academy, he left her and said it was unlikely he'd see her for sometime, their relationship ended there and then. But it seemed possible that they would be together again aboard Galaxy if Captain Price accepted the transfer request.

----Deck Sixteen, McKinley Station----

After a while, Michael found the transporter room and entered. "One for transport to the Galaxy, Chief," he said as he walked to the transporter platform. He stepped up and onto the platform. He turned around, took a last look of McKinley station and then nodded to the Transporter Chief. A shimmering effect consumed him as he dematerialised on the pad.

"Welcome Aboard"

Ensign Michael S. Cutts
Operations Officer

Lt. Jonathan Lucas Brandis, Zea Toa
Chief Operations Officer

As the shimmering of the transporter stopped Michael looked around, taking in the new surroundings. He was in the transporter room of the USS Galaxy. He walked off the platform and the transporter chief greeted him.

"Welcome aboard sir. We don't have anyone to greet you so I suggest you just go and see your boss." The chief replied.

"Thanks Chief," Michael replied slightly surprised at someone calling him sir. He walked through the transporter room doors and into the corridor. He was taken aback by the amount of debris littering the corridor, an engineer was working on circuitry behind a wall panel. Michael looked around, hoping to spot a turbolift before he looked stupid.

"Turbolift's that way," the engineer said without taking his eyes away from the circuitry. He pointed to a door at the end of the corridor.

"Thanks," Michael replied, wondering if the engineer had eyes in the back of his head or something. He entered the turbolift and then wondered where the Chief of Operations would be.

"Computer, where is Lieutenant Brandis?" Michael asked.

[Lieutenant Brandis is in his quarters.]

Michael opened his mouth to speak and then remembered he didn't know where Brandis' quarters were. "Computer, take me to Lt. Brandis' quarters."

The turbolift began to move. Moments later it stopped and the doors opened. Michael walked out and down the corridor. As he passed a door he noticed the name 'Lieutenant J. L. Brandis, V.I.P.' He stopped at the door and pressed the 'Call' button. The chime rang inside the quarters and moments later he heard a voice.

"Come in." The doors opened and Michael entered.

The foyer to the VIP quarters of Lieutenant Brandis was well lit. On table in the center sat an award, reading the inscription, Michael was impressed. " 'Peace fought boldly and bravely, no weapons raised, no lives lost.' - Federation Peace and Diplomacy Prize - Jonathan Lucas Brandis, Zea Toa, Son of the First House of Betazed." Shining like a beacon in space, it was prominently displayed, boasted by a light from both above and below.

Lucas walked over to greet his guest, sensing someone unfamiliar and new. "Yes, Ensign...?"

"Ensign Cutts, sir," Cutts replied.

"Ensign Cutts, yes. I've been expecting you for over a month. We lost some good officers in our last battle and as you may have noticed, we're trying to bang this ship back together." Lucas smiled extending his hand.

Cutts shook the Lieutenant's hand as he spoke. "So I see, sir. It seems to be in quite bad shape, it must have been some battle."

"Yes, well, we had an encounter with a woman seeking revenge." Lucas thought for a moment on how Hoglips had enacted that revenge on one of his department, Yeoman York. She was the first person that Lucas had ever lost under his command in Starfleet. More than that, she had been a great friend to Lucas. "We took on heavy...losses." Lucas soberly stated. "Thousands lost needlessly. Our adversary was intent on destruction, going so far as torturing, maiming, and murdering. Someone under my department was brutally murdered, phasered at close range, then dumped off a second story in engineering."

Cutts was shocked, "How can anyone be so gruesome?!"

The thought of the amounts of people who had died aboard Galaxy made Cutts feel sick, he attempted to clear his mind of the thought and to focus on his duty.

"So, how important is duty to you?" Lucas asked, turning suddenly psychological.

Cutts thought for a moment and then realised that Lt. Brandis was from Betazed and was able to sense thoughts.

"Very important, sir," he replied. "I feel that as a Starfleet officer duty and the welfare of the crew should be my highest priorities." Michael thought for a moment which he considered was the most important of the two and then realising that Brandis could probably read his thoughts he stopped and waited for Brandis to speak.

"It's a hard decisions to make. I think if I had to choose...." Lucas paused for a second. "Well, that's not important. What would you choose?"

"The welfare of the crew," Cutts replied after a few moments of thought. "If it weren't for the crew there would be no Starfleet and so no duty, they must be the highest priority of an officer."

"So, you believe that the needs of the many out weight the needs of the few." Lucas clarified. "Well, then you'll enjoy your stay here on the Galaxy. However, Ensign, you don't report until tomorrow and so I wonder what you decided to grace me with your presence for. Is there something on your mind?"

"I just came early," Cutts replied, not sure why he was a day early. He thought for a moment about it and then dismissed the idea.

"I see. Well then you can start early. Report to Lt. Uhura, he has the exciting task of repairing the main computer core and you get to help him out." Lucas said, as if it were a privalage.

"Yes sir," Cutts replied. He felt somewhat dismayed about starting a full day early. "Sir, will Ops be required on the bridge on Delta shift?" He asked suddenly.

"Just a second," Lucas went to a panel and pulled up the roster. "Yes as a matter of fact. I'm surprised you haven't asked for Alpha. Most brash young Ensigns tend to want it starting out." Lucas laughed.

"I had thought about it sir, but I heard Delta shift was free," Michael replied.

"Oh, and do you fence by any chance, Micheal?" Lucas asked plainly.

"A little sir, why?" Michael asked cautiously.

"No reason, just that my usual partner has managed to back out on me and I find my self in need of a new challenge."

"I'm up for the challenge," Michael replied. "Later." He turned to leave.

"Oh, and Michael. G'day 'mate." Lucas did his Price impersonation. It had grown popular with the crew lately. If anything he wanted the new guy to feel at home.

"G'day sir," Michael said as he left. He felt more at home here than he did at the Academy or Command School, it felt so much better, so much more like the Exeter had done.

He headed for deck ten and the main computer core to help Lt. Uhura.

"An Intimate Meeting" (JP)
By Ensign Michael S. Cutts, Ops Officer
and
Ensign K'Alin Aldrea Noras, Tactical Officer

Michael strolled through the door to his quarters and into the corridor. Felt like meeting some people. The best place to do this would probably be the lounge he had heard so many rumours about whilst on McKinley Station. After thinking for a while he remembered it was on deck 10.

---------Ten-Forward Lounge--------

He walked through the plush wooden doors of the ten-forward lounge and into what seemed to be a different world from the cold, part-wrecked corridors outside. He noticed a young Vulcan woman sat at the bar, he decided to join her and have a drink.

"Hi," Michael hoped he sounded less nervous than he was. "I'm Michael Cutts, I'm new here."

K'Alin turned her head, smile pleasantly, and held out her hand. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Cutts. I am Ensign K'Alin Noras."

Michael, still nervous, took her hand gently and shook it. For a moment, the two had a distant look in their eyes, as though the first two sentences they'd spoken to each other had made them gaze deeply into the eyes of an individual they'd never met and still manage to find the feeling that they knew one another. The feeling broke in a moment and Noras smiled as she gestured to the seat next to her.

"Please, sit. Join me for a drink."

Noras, held her hand in that gesture, secretly hoping he'd take her offer. There was something special about this new acquaintance, and she hoped she'd have a chance to find out more about him.

Michael sat down, he seemed to feel more comfortable with K'Alin than with anyone elsse he had met.

A bartender approached, "What would you like?"

"I'll have a Bajoran Sunrise, please," Michael replied.

The bartender went to the replicator and returned with a glass of clear liquid. He placed the glass carefully on the bar and the tapped it gently. The liquid became coloured first red then yellow and then returned to clear. Michael nodded in thanks and turned his attention to K'Alin. There was something about her that Michael had seen only once before in a girl and that was back at the beginning of the Academy, but that was the past, Michael's attention began focused on the present...and the future.

"Well," he said with a smile, attempting to begin a conversation. "How long has the lovely K'Alin been aboard the Galaxy?"

K'Alin's mouth perked into a very pleasant smile, a feature that seemed rather out of place, but nice on a Vulcan face. "You are quite the charmer, Mr. Cutts, I'll give you that."

Taking a quick sip of her drink, she put her hands neatly in her lap and turned to face him, very casual but giving the impression of being extremely laid back and rather subconsciously inflicting the same mood on those she was speaking with.

"I actually arrived here less than a day ago, so I'm still getting situated. And, being that I haven't seen you before, I'm guessing that you're about as new here as I am?"

K'Alin cocked her head slightly, his ears perking just a little and her eyes seemingly fascinated as she sat waiting intently for Cutts's reply. Her expression was, in a way, very amusing because she was half Vulcan, but also gave her the slight look of a child, very curious and "into" whatever subject had her focus. It was a look she was often told must have derived from her younger years. She held it, listening attentively and allowing Cutts to speak casually, as if everything he was saying was only between the two of them.

"You're perfectly right, I came aboard only this morning," Cutts replied, he waited for a moment and took a sip of his drink. "So," he began again. "What's Galaxy like?"

As he waited for the reply he thought again of the amounts of people who had died only a day or two before, the horror they and the crew must have witnessed. His mind returned to the present situation as K'Alin began to speak.

"Well," K'Alin replied, seeming to stare off into space as she did, as if remembering the small amount of time she'd had about the ship, "most of the crew are warm and friendly. There's the occasional bad apple, but it's not very hard to brush them off." K'Alin giggled slightly as she remembered the little incident with JJ Kirk. "The ship itself is a real wonder. I suppose that all ships are to me." She smiled, looking at him. "To have such vessels of immensity and power built by the hands on individuals like us ... it's a miracle to me."

Michael watched her as she spoke, he seemed to like the way she formed words, for some reason he felt attracted to her, but he attempted to hide it and listened to her reply.

K'Alin raised her eyebrow at Michael, a small grin coming to her face. "Ensign, did I forget to mention that I'm half Betazoid?" She gave a small laugh, finding it amusing that the Ensign was trying to hide the particular emotions that he was feeling.

Michael could instantly feel his face turning red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't think such things," Michael said, sounding very sorry.

K'Alin laughs pleasantly, then smiles and shakes her head. "Michael ... I would leave replies to such thoughts unsaid if the thoughts were not also my own."

Michael still felt embarrassed and so began to think about ending the conversation.

He finished his drink and placed the glass on the bar. "Well, I've got to get some sleep before my duty starts, so I'll see you later."

K'Alins's mouth falls to an impartial look as she nods in reply. "Very well. It was a great pleasure to meet you, Ensign."

Her voice held a certain tone just then, as if she had taken the whole experience in and summarized its effects on her in a moment. Her eyes, in a way, showed that she didn't want him to go, but also held peace, as if she knew that he had to leave. And, in some ways, it was probably best. She stood up, thinking that she should leave as well, as her reasons for staying were certainly disappearing as the moments passed. She looked sad, but held her hand up in the traditional Vulcan gesture, her voice almost a whisper of sorrow as she spoke.

"Live Long and Prosper, Michael Cutts."

Cutts smiled peacefully in reply and turned to leave. The doors slid shut behind him, leaving K'Alin to go to her quarters on reflect on the events of the day.

JJ Kirk Bites (Part 2)
By Ensign Michael Cutts, Ops Officer
and
Ensign JJ Kirk, Science Officer

JJ Kirk walked into the holodeck with confidence with the reed behind him. Just what did this wee wee have in mind?

Kirk found out.

The doors to holodeck three opened, revealing a old-Chinese style dojo, which Michael had programmed. Michael was angry, very angry, he was sick of Kirk and everything he'd done to people during the time he'd been aboard, it was time someone showed him that he wasn't as good as he thought.

Michael entered the holodeck with JJ right behind him. He took the phaser and dagger off his belt and placed them in the corner of the holodeck. The holodeck doors closed and Kirk looked around cautiously.

"Right mate," Cutts spoke up. "You want a fight, you're gonna get one."

"What's this stuff?" Kirk glanced around, totally confused.

"Ensign, did you do history at Starfleet Academy?" Cutts asked, sceptically.

Kirk shook his head, wondering what Cutts was on about.

"This is a traditional Earth style martial arts practice area of the pre-twenty-first century," Michael explained.

"I'll remove the weapons so you aren't tempted," he continued, indicating the weapons on the wall. "Computer, delete all weaponry."

The various weapons on the wall vanished, leaving the room looking slightly empty.

"Now Mr. Kirk," he said. "If you don't mind, it's time to fight."

Michael took up the stance of a man ready for combat, he was wary and very nimble.

Kirk took a run at him, Cutts dodged to one side at the last moment, dropped to the floor and grabbed Kirk's ankle. He flipped him over in an aikado move and Kirk landed flat on his back.

Cutts jumped back to his feet and assumed the stance again. Kirk scrambled back up and this time approached a little more warily. Suddenly he swung at Cutts. Cutts blocked his hand and punched him back. He stepped back, dazed. He had never known someone so thin be so strong and able to fight.

The stars were swirling around Kirk's head, and he couldn't get a mental or physical grip on Cutts. The guy seemed made of rubber! The slim guy was taking full advantage of Kirk's blocky, inflexible frame.

Finally, one time Kirk fell and didn't move. Out cold. Cutts had never taken anyone down that fast. The Ensign didn't have a chance even to get started, before Kirk fluffed over.

"Medical emergency on holodeck 3," Michael said, tapping his combadge.

Moments later, some medics arrived and took Kirk to sickbay. He was diagnosed with two broken ribs and mild concussion, not bad for two minutes of fighting.

He wouldn't come back for anymore, Michael thought confidently, as he left the holodeck.

--------------

Kirk awoke in sickbay. "What happened?" he sat dazed and confused.

"Ensign Michael Cutts reported that you had a concussion in the holodeck." The medical guy knew that Cutts gave it to this butt head but didn't say anything, as it was well deserved.

"That scrawny shit!" Kirk cursed.

"Yea, maybe next time you won't underestimate the 'scrawny shits'."

Kirk was dismissed in med bay, angry and disillusioned about scrawny Cutts. Bully bait he wasn't.

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SANDY
Sandy Rene = AIM
Craftycorner = ICQ #36247063

GALAXY JP
=10-4=

Ens. JJ Kirk
Lt.jg Jake Kirk

Lt. Jonathan Lucas Brandis

JJ Kirk was do