"Extracurricular Activities"

by Lt. (jg) Brooke Ames
&
by Lt. Tim O'Connell

As Brooke approached their quarters, Lt. Lewis walked was walking out. "Your replicator is fixed ma'am. Sorry it took so long to get to." Brooke thanked him and entered her quarters. She replicated a glass of herbal iced tea and waited for Tim.

Tim was not far behind Brooke. The time since they had gotten back from their honeymoon was busy, plus the Kirk situation. He just wanted to get home and lay down. Walking in he looked at Brooke holding a glass of tea, "so did you have to kill an engineer or two to get our replicator fixed."

"No, I didn't need to. I figured they get to it once things settled down and I was right." She walked up and gave him an overdue kiss.

Which he returned and wrapped her in his arms, "I love you Brooke you know that right?"

"Of course I do and I love you too." It was nice to be held. It seemed like a long time since they were alone together.

Tim embraced her again then put his hand on her swelling belly, "how's the kid today?"

She smiled at him, "No complaints so far."

"Well, that's good." Almost on instinct he gently rubs her belly and smiles. "Busy day today." he said.

"I imagine so with everything that has been going on. I've missed you." Being away from him just a short time seemed an eternity to her.

"I've missed you too." Again he kissed her, moving down to her neck, "Think I could do my job from our bed?" he asked her as he nibbled on her neck.

She got the hint, "Why don't we try it and find out."

"Lets" Tim grinned and tugged on her zipper. "Or at least spend some time in bed."

"I think that can be arranged." She just wanted to be together.

Tim removed his uniform jacket and tunic. He kissed her again this time longer and deeper and more tender, "I love you Brooke Ames-O'Connell, and I always will."

"And I'll always love you." She returned his kisses, her hands caressing him. Tim began to remove her shirt stopping only to gently stroke her belly which was showing the effects of the pregnancy. His eyes were bright and soft. They showed the amazement at what was happening

For a slight moment she felt awkward but the look in his eyes made her feel at ease. She took her shirt off the rest of the way for him.

Tim's fingers gently brushed her abdomen, "I can't wait to be there when this child is born." He spoke quietly.

She smiled, "I know." Then she kissed him. Which Tim returned gently and softly. His arms pulled her close as they kissed. Finally he scooped her in to his arms.

She could feel the love and passion radiating between them...strong as ever.

They walked in to their bedroom and the door closed behind them. Tim laid her on the bed and continued his kissing. His hands gently caressing her body.

With every touch, every kiss, it excited her...he excited her. He knew what she liked. Her breathing grew heavier with each touch of his hands. Their excitement grew and their passions were a fire that they ignited together. Tim's strong hands held her close as they shared their feelings for each other.

The bond they shared was strong and their love for each other was as fresh as the first time, growing stronger each day.

Tim reached over and brushed her short blonde hair. His eyes locked with hers and he gently kissed her lips again.

She smiled, "You'll have to work in bed more often."

"Think you could make it a medical necessity?" He grinned and gently massaged her swelling belly.

"I think that can be arranged. For you, anything dear."

"Really?" Tim grinned and kissed her again, "will you love me forever?"

She grinned back, "I will love you for eternity."

"Then I have everything I need."

"Life is good, isn't it. We have each other and a baby on the way, I'd say that's everything."

Tim sighed and drew her close to him holding her close. "Dr O'Connell, have I told you lately that you are beautiful?"

"Not lately but do tell."

Tim whispered in her ear how much he loved her and how beautiful she was.

"It's the pregnancy. They say it makes you glow."

Tim places his hand on her belly and rests it there for a while, "I always thought you glowed."

"How can I not? I'm married to the most wonderful man and father to be in the Galaxy." She kisses him.

Tim gently stroked her soft skin over her belly and rested his head on her shoulder, "How's the little one doing?"

"The little one is doing fine." She sighs, "I just wish that time would hurry up and pass quickly. Nine months is just too long to wait."

"I know." He looked a little concerned not feeling a kick or anything. "the baby is quiet tonight."

"I wouldn't worry. It'll become more active as time goes by. Maybe I'll be one of the lucky ones."

"Still I'd like to feel my child kick." He kissed her again.

"I'll tell you what. When the baby starts kicking, you'll be the first to know...okay, the second one."

"Deal."

"Good, now quit being so worried about me and the baby. If there was anything wrong, I'd tell you."

"I worry Brooke, you know that. I mean I worried when you were on Cardassia, I worried when you were dealing with your double, and now I'm going to worry more." He pulled the blankets up to give her more comfort. "It's in my job description."

"I know it is and I love you for that." She cuddled up with him a little more.

Tim embraced her and kissed her forehead, "I'll try and tone it down some if you'd like."

"No, it's okay. I think I like the extra care I get from you."

"Well you say that now, expect in 5 months you'll want to flush me out an airlock." He grinned to tease her.

She teased back, "No, that's what I'll want to do when I go into labor. From the labors I've seen, that is the one part I wish I could skip."

Tim raised an eyebrow, "Hey it took two to conceive this child."

"Yes it did but only one of us is going to go through the pain of having it. Now if you want to share in that, I'll be happy to oblige."

"If I could I would Brooke. But unless they change physiology I can't." He took her hand in his.

"I know, I'm just kidding. Giving you a child makes it all worth it."

"You say that now, try that when you're in labor."

"Well see but right now, I don't want to think about that. I just want to stay here, just like we are."

"Then that is what we'll do."

"Good." She didn't want to think about anything going on outside their quarters. She just wanted to savor every moment with him.

He kissed her gently, "Let's stay here."

"I like that idea. No one will miss us anyway."

"That I know. I'm just a security guy. There are tons of us on every ship." He embraced her to his chest.

"But a very good security guy and I have you all to myself." Laying in his arms, she started to get very relaxed.

"That you do." He kissed her lips and stroked her hair as she laid in his arms.

Some time passed as they enjoyed the closeness. Brooke started to drift off but she was surprised when she had actually felt the baby move. "Tim, check this out." She put his hand on her stomach where she felt the movement and waited.

Tim felt the fluttering movements of their baby. His eyes grew soft as he rested his hand there. "It moved."

"I know, I love it. I'm glad I can share this with you." She was all smiles. "Tim, I love you."

"I love you Brooke." He smiled and kissed her lips.

She kissed him back. "I am just so happy. It can't get any better than this."

"But it can." He grinned and cuddled close to her.

"I guess you're right." She got comfortable again and laid in his loving arms. She would remember this time forever.

"If you eliminate all other options, the one remaining, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."
By Ensign Peter Lockhart

Peter sat in security, under the watchful eye of Lt. Sanchez. She'd only nodded as he came in, and said that in light of what happened, he could probably miss the next training session. Yet again Peter had managed to avoid a bout of training. God he was good!

Mark Mulich sat nearby, reviewing the evidence of Captain Price's so called assassination attempt. He hadn't said a word to Peter since he arrived. Peter knew things were now bad between the two, and he wanted to try and patch things up. Hopefully, he'd found just the thing.

"Here we are Mark." he said, breaking the silence. "Bounce with me. I have a theory."

Mark just grunted, but turned his attention to Peter. The only sound now came from Sanchez's datapadd as she typed away.

"Well, let's try and eliminate Captain Price from the list of suspects." Peter began. "First, let's consider this. Let's assume Captain Price DID commit the crime, then come up with reasons why he couldn't have. I'm not considering the evidence here, not yet. Just a motive, or lack thereof."

"I don't see what this'll achieve." Mark said icely. "However, shoot."

"Okay. If the captain did commit the crime, he was either acting alone, or else he wasn't. There's only two possibilities there, and I'm going to eliminate them both." Peter started. "Bear with me now! Do you believe that Captain Price could've committed the crime alone?"

"No." Mark stated, warming to the chat.

"Why not?"

"Because he's not that sort of man." Mark answered.

"Correct. He's not. I believe that too. Captain Price's mental condition, even with the loss of Yeoman York, would not lead him shooting the President." Peter continued. "But let's say I'm wrong, and that he is nuts. I can even eliminate that without doing a study of the workings of Captain Price's brain."

"How?" asked Mark. "I don't see..."

"Because of the evidence. If he was truly nuts, he wouldn't bother to hide the evidence."

"He didn't" Heather Sanchez broke in. "It's right there for you to see. Fingerprints, DNA, the works."

"No. He did hide SOME evidence. He hid his phaser beam!" Peter replied.

"He didn't use a phaser!" Mark and Heather both broke in.

"EXACTLY!" Peter nearly shouted. "Why didn't he use a phaser? It is the most easily obtainable weapon in the Federation after all." he paused for dramatic effect. "Because the beam would be seen, and the point of origin could be exactly traced! So therefore, he's smart enough to hide his phaser beam by using a chemical gun, but not smart enough to hide his fingerprints by using gloves??" Peter was worked up now, nearly shouting. "I don't buy that."

"Go on Ensign." Sanchez said. "I like where you're going here. So he wasn't on his own. Why wasn't he part of a group then?"

"Because there is evidence!" Peter ranted.

"Calm down Ensign. Start again."

"Okay." Peter said, slowing down. "If a group committed the crime, the last thing they'd want is their top crack spy/gunman getting caught, right? I mean, if the Federation wanted to kill the Romulan leader, then the last thing we'd do is send a killer who would be caught afterwards, to blab to the Romulans about the plot, right?"

"Right." said Mark. "So HE CAN'T HAVE DONE IT!"

"There's more! Think! If the assassin wanted to be really clever," Peter said, switching to using the word assassin instead of Captain Price. "I mean, really, really clever, he'd want to have a decent chance of getting away afterwards. What's the best way of ending a hunt for a killer?"

"Catch him." said Sanchez. "Or rather, believe you've caught him." she finished slowly.

"Exactly. So what've we got?" Peter summed up. "If the Captain worked alone, he was sensible enough to not use an easily tracable phaser, but not sensible enough to wear gloves, which is ridicolous."

"Or," said Sanchez, continuing, "He worked for a group so incompetent that they're happy to let their best gunman get caught and reveal all there plans. Also ridicolous."

"So," said Peter, summing up. "If you eliminate all other options, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."

"The captain's innocent." said Mark. "That's the only thing left."

"But will Starfleet believe it?" Sanchez said. "It's an awful lot of speculation here."

"I say they will." Peter finished. "Send what I've said to 'Commander Albrecht. He can chew over it."

"Yes sir." said Sanchez, giving a mock salute. "I'll do it right away."

"I think," said Peter, "we've earned a spell in Ten Fore."

"Good idea Ensign," said Sanchez. "There was a riot in progress. Go and sort it out. And afterwards, change into modern Starfleet uniforms!"

"6 Months Ago"
by Lt. Commander Christopher Kell Thomas
Commanding Officer USS Northstar

Lt. Commander Thomas's personal Log: We've left the rest of the Galaxy crew on their ship were they belong. I used to belong their once, but with having finally gathered another critical part to the puzzle of who killed my wife, I am proceeding to assume command of the Northstar. From here we plan to proceed to continue investigations and making a few stops before heading onto Earth.

I spoke with the captain before leaving the ship, the captain, Robert Price was sad to see me go, but he knew this day would come. We'd spoken privately once or twice before about the matter and I'd hinted that my goal was to find who was responsible for what happened to my wife Gwyen. For one think as I said, I'd assumed command of the ship known as the USS Northstar. Which until I can prove what is going on in Starfleet Intelligence and certain various other departments in the same group. I must clear my name to prove to everyone that doesn't know me that I am not a renegade, as I expect those who are responsible will soon make me out to be one, for their own safety. The crew that remains with me on the ship have accepted their role in the matter and me as their new captain. Many of them feel that if they can't not have their names cleared and get reassigned for this posting, their careers are over.

Our first destination is a remote planetoid in the Neagu System which is by all accounts rarely traveled to, a prefect location for certain Starfleet Intel Operations. I believe that we'll find a few more answers that we're looking for their. Which will include, hopefully a few of the officers I am ready to name in connection to my wife's death and the actions that lead to it, violation of Federation regulations and laws.

While it is also somewhat true that she was in fact found alive, along with several of the others reported killed in the blast, it doesn't change things. The way he viewed and would present it, was that they did kill her by all legal means possible. The death certificate, the funeral, everything was done as to cover up the truth. In effect they killed the women known as Gwyen Thomas, only leaving Gwyen behind, trapped.

The trip there isn't going to be short or by far easy. These men will know I have the Northstar eventually. Once they know they'll come looking for me and the ship. A risk that has to be taken into consideration and accepted by myself and the crew.

I have taken great care to protect as many people under my command as possible. I offered anyone the chance to leave the ship without any questions or problems. None of them have taken up the offer, they fell their best chance for survival and being safe is here on this ship. The first officer position hasn't changed, I choice to keep everyone at their respected stations, because I need them to keep the ship running. While that may or may not have been a good idea, I have to believe that the ship will be better off for my decision. We all need the ship to keep running at peak efficiency for everyone's sake on the ship.

I believe that this ship and her crew will make it through this ordeal with success and no one will ever doubt her courage.

Chris missed the Galaxy already, he'd only been gone a week and his life wasn't the same. However unfortunate he felt right now, he knew that staying the course was the only way, it was the right way. He had come so far to get to this point, so much had been risked and won that giving up now wasn't an option. He had driven himself to get this far, because he owed Gwyen, his wife the right to live.

* End Log

He looked around his small cramp quarters, these would be his for some time to come. They were nothing compared to his quarters on the Galaxy, which he'd now given up. His quarters on the Galaxy were spacious at his current rank. Here he was the commanding officer the ship and his quarters were nothing in comparison. Of course in all fairness the Northstar was a bout the size of the Galaxy's command module. Which really didn't allow for much space to be under used for ship operations. The ship was a Defiant Class Starship designed more for combat and not much else.

Because his need to move fast he'd never bothered to clean his quarters, in fact he'd only had the time to know they'd been ransacked and the information they were looking for wasn't there. He'd only packed a few of his belongings that day, because time was precious. The items he chose were ones he felt were needed for his continued survival. Clothing, repots, information and a few other odd ball items were it. The rest he left behind figuring that the rest of the crew or the captain would have placed into storage for him, he hoped. Of course at this moment it really didn't matter, because his life wasn't going to allow the time worry about the comforts of home.

Chris climbed out of bed, while it wasn't a bunk bed like the other ship's crew quarters it was still small. There were no view ports in quarters or on the ship for that matter. We'll that wasn't completely true there were a very minor few that could be used for observing.

They had work to be done.

OOC: Please note that this log does occur six months ago, if you missed the title name.

Christopher Patton
ICQ # 11497863

"Senior Staff Meeting"
by, Lt. Comdr. Raesene Hermedhie,
Chief Tactical Officer

The Senior Staff Meeting called by Commander Casey, acting Captain of one of the best ships in the fleet, was fast degenerating into a pep rally against the unwarrented capture of the Captain. Raesene did not feel the need to put in his two cents. For his ideas were already out on the floor.

He burned more at the slight on the ship's honor. After all, the media would soon turn to the ship's crew to ask how they could have missed the darkness in the Captain. Even if there was really no truth to these rumors.

So he sat back to wait for everyone in the room to vent their anger, then he would try to put his feelings into words. Something which he was not used to doing. He much preferred the field of battle to that of words.

"The Return" pt. 1
by Lt. Commander Christopher Thomas
Interim Director Starfleet Intelligence

** Earth 2376 **

Christopher walked through the streets of San Francisco with caution. Order had been restored to Earth, repairs and the rebuilding process had begun. The level of destruction was on an unprecedented level in recent times, but he people of Earth refused to give up on paradise.

He'd been here since his departure from the Galaxy really, though he'd spent a couple of weeks onboard the USS Northstar in command of the ship. He used it to gather all of the information he had about what happened to his wife, and the recently learned experiment. His leaving the ship had come with the completion his mission and goal in life upon learning about the death of his wife Gwyen. His goal was to find those responsible for the incident at the Starbase and make them pay for their actions. His wife he believed dead was in fact alive, but with someone else. He'd decided to let her go on with her life and marriage to this other man, than to try and win her back. He had after all believed she was dead and their life together was over at that point. Chris did love her so much that he'd rather have let her go than to cause her harm and misery.

Chris had as well moved on with his life. He was finishing his temporary assignment as Director of Starfleet Intelligence. In a matter of days he would hand over the title to his good friend and Assistant Director Captain Brian Hoffa. They'd worked together since his appointment to clean up Starfleet Intelligence with no exceptions. The results had been impressive so far, operations were more efficient and Intel information gathered was becoming more accurate. Still there would be a lot more work for Brian Hoffa to see to, because he'd only started to really turn the department around. His focus had really been on eliminating and exposing illegal operations. There were several operations that he left in tact, because there were a matter of federation security, but changes were being made.

His job really wasn't to turn around the department, but to clean it up and get started in the right direction. If his job was to make a full turn around in the department, then his tenure at this position wouldn't have been so short.

He was looking forward to the future once more. He had a great many things to grateful for this day. He was alive and soon would be free of the monkey on his back, also known as Starfleet Intelligence. Oh no don't get him wrong he very much thrived in this sort of department and operations, but it was time for him to move on with his live. Starfleet Intelligence had several rules about people working in the department, they had to be young, unmarried generally and talented. However those weren't always followed, but generally the person had to want to be there and accept the heightened risk.

Chris had just recently gotten married to his second wife Anna Marie Taylor. Who was now his new life, he loved her dearly and his life revolved around her a good part of the time when he wasn't on duty. They were very happy, something he couldn't imagine happening to him a second time. His life seemed to always hold unexpected surprises, most had been unpleasant over the course of his time in Starfleet, but if they continued to follow the current pattern life was certainly looking up for him and Anna.

They were very happy and loved Earth, but the issue became what next. They didn't know where they might end up going next. His assignment on Earth was just about over and he wasn't ready to leave Starfleet, so they were waiting to see what his next possible assignment might end up being. He was hoping for something on a ship, but cozy. She was hoping for him to get stations at a Starbase or to remain on Earth. They both are really looking for a place to raise a family someday. They want to be able to do so without having to worry about the endless possibilities of something happening to one of them or the kids.

Chris continued his walk towards the site of Starfleet Academy. He was going there for a meeting about the security of the Federation. Parts of the academy were still being worked on, while most of the academy had been repaired from the attack on Earth, by the Breen. The damage to Earth had been mainly leveled at key Starfleet Institutions and other specific targets for the most part. However civilians were also hit and now having to rebuild, with limited help from Starfleet and the Federation at the moment. By no means were they being ignored or not helped, but properties were having to be established for every ones sake.

*** After the Last Meeting ***

Lt. Commander Thomas was one of the last officers to leave the meeting. Since it would soon be his last day as interim director of Starfleet Intelligence. In his time there he'd not only managed to make some new friends, he'd also had no doubt he'd made some new enemies along the way. Overall he was pleased with the results and so was Starfleet Command and other admirals. The details of his exact work had been closed and sealed for security and safety reasons.

He at the academy, some things never change he noted as he caught a glimpse of the elusive grounds keeper Mr. Bothby. He was still tending the grounds, but very hard to speak with since the damage to the grounds. He'd become elusive, more like a myth or a legend. Just another tragedy of the war, something that had caused a number of changes in Starfleet policy. Which had included new design specs, refit specs, upgrades to all Starships. The Federation was revamping it's thoughts about having to fight another war was preparing for it, now. The war with the Dominion had taught a hard and costly lessen to the Federation about the need to be ready for war, if they planned to continue exploration of the frontier.

The key is improved defensive and offensive capacity, other key factors would be in place within the year. There was at least a dozen new policy changes set to take place in the next several weeks. A good number of them would be changes in Starfleet policy on first contact and situational readiness. I believe that for now the leadership is serious about a good number of things, including improving relationships with the Romulans and continuing to work with the Klingons.

Lt. Commander Thomas finished his walk around the campus before leaving. He had to go ba to his office and finish packing his stuff, since his time there was just about to expire. While he'd only accumulated a few items that were his, there still was a good number of things to sort through. Once done there, he then he would them dropped off at his and Anna's current quarters. Were he could go through them again with a closer eye.

** Director of Starfleet's Intelligences Office **

Chris entered the office, his office for one last time, most likely. Well he still had a few more days left, but that wasn't much time really. He really only had another two days here before he would be done, then it wouldn't be his office anymore. The next director who'd been serving as the assistant director would be taking over, Captain Brian Hoffa. He would be taking over the job as Director of Starfleet Intelligence for the next two years. Once of the major changes that he through necessary to improve the department, increased accountability and reduce the possibility of corruption. The director would serve a term of two years at the position, and then could be re-appointed or a new director could be named.

The concept did hold some pitfalls, but given recent events it was the best option to avoid a major problem in the future. The idea was simply to hold the department in a higher regard then before, but still it would take many years to improve their tarnished image.

Chris packed everything into a box that was his wasting little time to get the work done. He wanted to make sure this was done and out of the way. He really didn't want to leave anything behind, nor did he want to leave a mess behind.

He had made a habit of leaving his office door open when nothing was going on to make him close the door. He felt that being accessible was critical at this point. Even now that he was leaving it was still important to maintain that same level of openness and accessibility. He would be going home one night soon and not coming back. He loved working with these people and as Director of Starfleet Intel, but he wanted more, he wanted to raise a family. The location was great, but the risk on his life was greater normal.

"Chris, I mean Director Thomas do you have a second?" a female voice asked from outside his office.

He'd been so busy thinking about other things he'd failed to even notice anyones presence. He glanced up to see who was here talking to him, who else, but his wife, "Anna what brings you by?" Chris asked harmlessly.

"Remember we had a lunch date or did you forget?" she asked in a questionable tone.

He didn't know what to say, "I am sorry dear I did forget, but we can still go," Chris said glancing at the time to make sure he was safe.

"You're ready to go then?" she asked glancing around, "You don't look very ready."

"Yes I am ready to go," Chris said standing up to leave, "I just have on thing to do before we can go," Chris said. "Computer record the following message."

"Ready." the computer said.

"To whom it may concern I will be out of the office for a couple of hours for lunch." Lt. Commander Chris Thomas said. "End Recording."

"Ready." Chris asked.

Anna smiled, "Yeap I was ready 5 minutes ago." she said with a what do you think voice.

"I know you were, but please cut me some slack dear, I am after all trying to close out my time here and distractions are going to happen." Chris said.

"I know that you're days here are just about up, but you do need to eat. I worry about you when you don't eat or say you're to busy for lunch. I can't help being worried, I love you Chris and I hope you know that." Anna stated.

"I love you to dear and I can't live without you either." Chris said.

The young couple departed the office making their way out.

Chris glanced back at the building as they walked away from it, and he felt as if something unpredictable was going to happen without him being there. However he knew that there were many things beyond his reach and control.

*** Lunch ***

Chris and Anna decided to take lunch at an Italian restaurant several blocks away from his work. She always tried to get them as far away form the place as possible during lunch. She felt it was the only way to get him to take his mind off of work, was to take him away from work. The farther the better, but not to far because she knew he was an important man to Starfleet.

The waiter came over to take their orders only shortly after having been seated for lunch.

"What do you want for lunch dear?" Chris asked her.

"A salad and lasagna." She said to the waiter.

"And for you sir?" the waiter asked.

"The same, water to drink for both of us." Thomas said.

"Very good sir."

They waited for their food to be prepared, they talked about the future and what might happen.

Chris and Anna were just starting to eat their food when they got bad news.

"We interrupt this program to bring you an emergency message, from FNW: President Jeffrey Kinnley has been assassinated. Investigations are just starting and we have news teams on the way more to follow."

Chris quickly stood up, and called the waiter over to cover the food. He had it placed in a take out bag, because they had to leave.

"I am sorry Anna, you know I was looking forward to lunch, but this has to come first." Chris said with a sad and heavy voice. "I have to get back and see what happened and what I or the department can do to help in the investigation of this tragedy." Chris said.

She looked at him for a moment, "Please be careful dear, you don't have to see me home."

"I am afraid that I do, because there could be other possible assassins out there and they could come looking for us." Chris said trying to not to worry her, but to make her realize what danger might come their way.

She wasn't to happy, but she let her husband escort her home.

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Christopher Patton
ICQ # 11497863

"Keeping Our Wits About Us"

Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas
Chief Counselor
USS Galaxy

***Observation Lounge, USS Galaxy***

Karyn waited patiently for the meeting to start. Tensions were running high and Deiran looked ready to spit nails. It was clear everyone was going to have to keep calm or risk certain disaster and if this is the way things were before the meeting, one could only imagine how Deiran was going to be during the meeting. As she scanned the room, it was easy to see the array of emotions. Most of them were still in shock, angry, but they'd fought the hard fight before and like her, they weren't going to let this go. And was that hostility she detected between Deiran and Matthew? *Uh oh, it appears Deiran has shot the messenger.* Not surprising, but it would do no good to have squabbling among the good guys.

Karyn passed by Lucas Brandis, but he appeared to be in his own world, so she didn't say anything to him. Noticing her near him, he asked, "Do we ever get a break?" There was unmistakable sarcasm in his voice.

Karyn would have laughed normally were it not for reality. "No, but we have a good track record of making it through." she said with hope. *Gods I hope we make it through this one.*

A few minutes later, Deiran started the meeting. The footage on FNN was difficult to watch, though it was not surprising was still disturbing. Her cheecks reddened as she imagined the embarrassment Lee must have felt. The questions were cutthroat and personal - how was he going to be treated by Starfleet's own law enforcement? Deiran stood and spoke.

"That scene absolutely appalls me. We all know Lee Price, probably better than his own family. If any of you believe that our Captain is capable of this crime you aren't fit to remain on my senior staff aboard this vessel. Make no mistake, Starfleet has handed complete command of the Galaxy over to me. I am going to prove the Captain's innocence with or without your help. If you respect the man as much as I do and care for his well-being you'll be by my side. If not, then I can get you a transfer order from this ship by the end of Alpha shift."

*Oh Lord, it was starting.* Karyn couldn't help be irked that Deiran was questioning their loyalty...as always it appeared to be Deiran Casey against the world. The natural course of action was of course to lash out at those nearby, but Karyn knew Casey needed to be careful he didn't make more enemies than he did friends.

Bullying rarely worked under the best circumstances and with nerves on edge, this 'All for one and one for all' speech turned sermon could irritate tempers. Still, she didn't speak, refusing to look away from his gaze.

"I have known Captain Price for almost four years now. I have been close to the man practically every day for most of those four years. Price believed in me and when he needed me most, I'm going to believe in him beyond the shadow of the doubt. If you'll sit and think about the last few months, you will see a pattern that I have clearly seen since I heard of Lee being framed. It's no secret Lee has enemies in Starfleet. He has always done what is right even if it meant not following orders. Every damn Captain in the history of Starfleet has acted no different. He was dropped in rank because he wanted to save lives," Deiran stopped for a moment and paced a few times. No one said a word yet.

"He's been framed for the assassination of Kinnley because his enemies want him out of the way. I can see no other reason why this would be taking place. Quite honestly I will accept no other reason. Call me pigheaded, stubborn or just damn obstinate. I will listen to no other reasons. And no it's not because of Jaime, Lee is stronger emotionally than that. If any of you think Starfleet, the UFP and Starfleet Intel are angels and pure as the winter driven snow then this is your wake up call to what I like to define as the real world. There are those who don't want what's happening here to come to light. Well guess what? They are damned already, because I'm taking every single one of them down, one by one, piece by piece!"

Deiran slammed his fist down on the table, his face pure maroon with fire and rage. Still the room was silent.

"I believe if we cross reference Kinnley's opponents with Price's enemies we'll find the culprit of this injustice. It's time to turn the tables my friends. There's an old Earth saying," Deiran turned to Matthew before he said, "You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free. Ladies and gentlemen the truth will set Captain Robert Edward Lee Price free or kill me in the attempt." Karyn had to admit the Galaxy's Executive Officer did make a handsome martyr.

Deiran stopped his tirade, sat in the head chair, then leaned up, his elbows resting on the table. "So what do you believe? You with me?" Casey asked the question and pulled out a PADD from behind his back and set it on the table. "Or would you like a transfer?"

*All right, time to cool things down. "Hold on a moment," said Karyn, giving the universal sign for timeout. "I think this is as good a time as any to point out that none of us would be here on this Senior Staff if we weren't loyal to the Captain, Commander. I for one won't say word one to the press about any of this...I am positive none of us will, as it's just bad form AND goes against our oaths to Starfleet, not to mention the rules of friendship. That being said, I'd like to respectfully remind everyone how important it is to stay calm." She looked to Deiran and then continued.

"As hard as it may be, we're going to have to distance ourselves from this as much as possible. If we go in with tempers blazing, we're exactly where they want us and they'll twist our words faster than we can blink. If we're going to clear Captain Price, we're going to have to start thinking more with our heads and less with our hearts. We have to anticipate everything the prosecution is going to throw at us with scientific objectivity. They're counting on the fact that we're enraged and in utter disbelief...and when it comes down to it, loyalty be damned, if we don't have the truth, we're screwed!"

"It's time we get down to business, the longer we take feeling each other's loyalty is less time we have in this investigation. I agree with you Commander about Price's enemies. I have been working with Elaine O'Hare on possible terriost activity...but so far to know avail...this definitely looks to be a frame to me."

She looked to Casey before continuing, "As for the crew, every effort is being made to keep people from taking sides, though I am not in the business of reading their minds and can't sucker punch everyone who expresses doubt. The majority of the crew are loyal to Price and those who insist on interfering in the operation of the ship should no doubt be dealt with accordingly."

"Naturally, I am concerned about Lee's emotional well-being also. If it's possible, after the meeting is over I'd like to beam down with Matthew to check on the Captain personally. I don't mean any direspect to you Matthew, but I'd like to be their to offer some assistance. Surely, he's entitled to emotional counsel as well. Perhaps I could take some notes from the crew."

Karyn looked to Deiran.

=/\= "Staff Meeting" =/\=
by Lt Cmdr Matthew Albrecht

*** Observation Lounge ***

Perhaps the meeting was not going as Deiran had planned. The entire staff was stressing that they were behind the captain, but several had expressed their preference for staying cool and avoiding confrontation amongst the crew. On the other hand, no one expressed doubts about the captain's innocence.

It seemed that everyone else was more convinced that captain Price was incapable of murder than Albrecht was. Matthew had known captain Price for several years. The captain had succeeded in leading the crew through many hopeless situations. The Galaxy's CO had never been a quitter. Lee had officiated at Matthew's wedding. Arguably, Price had even sacrificed his lover to save his ship and crew. Didn't all these things amount to a description of a man who would not kill?

Not necessarily. In history, assassins often came from the ranks of idealists and people moved by great causes-- religious leaders and great thinkers. And, Matthew had seen Price in enough situations to know he was capable of the physical act of killing. And the captain was a crack shot. Often he disobeyed orders, defied superior officers, and overlooked rule breakers in order to achieve his goals.

But, in all those cases, in all the missions Matthew could remember, Robert Edward Lee Price had never acted vengefully or ruthlessly; Was never motivated by profit, or operated unethically.

When most of the assembled staff had spoken, Matthew leaned over the table. "Commander Casey, you and the crew can count on me to give the captain the best possible defense. With every free person on the Galaxy already studying what evidence has been made public, I am anticipating some breakthroughs that will disqualify the bogus evidence StarFleet has presented." He almost believed it.

James Chen interjected a low comment, "Damned little evidence."

Albrecht turned toward him. "Yes, too little. But, now that there is a suspect, they will have to make all their evidence available to the defense." Skeptical looks greeted that statement.

"Yes, I know." Agreed the security chief with a shake of his head. "Somebody somewhere will make it hard for us to find evidence to absolve the captain. But it's out there. Anything I get, I will forward to Deiran. And he'll be able to send me anything you all develop."

Deiran was scowling. "The captain doesn't need the 'best possible defense'. What he needs is somebody who believes utterly in his innocence. Loyalty, mister Albrecht."

Matthew smiled. "He'll get better than that, commander. He'll get a panel of people who believe in his innocence. You just watch."

Casey gave him a look that said, 'I will'.

=/\= "Hotel California" =/\=
by Lt Cmdr Matthew Albrecht

***Main Security***

Ensign Werner set the chief's bag on the deck next to the main situation board. Albrecht and Chen and several others were assembled there. "James, I think you've got the right idea. Regardless of how sure we are of the captain's innocence, you've got to maintain professional neutrality."

Sanchez blurted out, "The captain didn't do a damned thing, and everybody knows it!"

Matthew put up a hand. "All I'm saying, Heather, is that when a fight breaks out, like it did in ten forward today, everybody goes to the brig. Cadet A is not at fault simply because he believes what the 'fleet tells him to believe. Likewise, Cadet B is not guilt-free just because he was defending the captain's honor. Brawling on the Galaxy is unacceptable, no matter what the topic of debate happens to be."

Heather seemed mollified by the explanation. "Take care of my department, James. Oh yeah, one more thing," Matthew said, picking up his duffel bag with one hand and straightening his tunic with the other. "Have Tim O'Connell escort that piece of trash JJ Kirk to Starfleet HQ before the ship breaks orbit, okay?"

*** Transporter room 1 ***

Transporter chief Jensen waited for the 'commander to be situated on the transporter pad. The traveler, Matthew Albrecht, paused at the step to turn to his wife. "Gakes, take good care of our son." He kissed his wife and child. Adam Delorbius received his kiss on top of his head (the down-soft hair tickled his father's nose). "I'll be home before you know it, with the captain alongside me."

Endris replied, "Be sure that you do, Muffin. It's a shame you'll have to miss what I'm cooking up for Adam's birthday party! It's gonna be a treat." They exchanged another quick kiss. Neither of them had had time to bring up the subject of the captain's predicament, other than to agree to share data and evidence.

One bag sat on the pad next to the one he stepped onto. He looked into his son's eyes. "Adam, watch daddy disappear! Now you see me…"

Jensen activated the controls, glancing from panel to passenger, and back again as the machine did its amazing work. In a fraction of a second, a shimmering beam embraced the security chief, then faded away, taking him with it.

*** L'Hotel de California ***

The lobby beam-in area of the giant L'Hotel de California in Presidio Square, California, was as posh as any Matthew had seen before. Rich, dark woods covered nearly every surface, except those that were topped with Italian marble. It seemed that the family name and a fair bit of cash could get you a very royal treatment, even in the Federation's seat of power.

Before Matthew could reach the check-in counter, a man approached him, about one and a half meters tall, with a balding head and excellent taste in clothing. He spoke first. "Monsieur Albrecht, so good to see you. We are always pleased to have a member of your distinguished family spend their time at our hotel."

Sometimes when he traveled, Matthew intentionally stayed in hotels he was sure his parents had not been to before. This time, he wanted to be sure he had some clout with his hosts. "Henri, is it?"

The polite, but effective-seeming man nodded once. "Oui, monsieur. Please, allow a steward to take your bags. We have prepared the Governor's suite. I hope it is to your satisfaction."

"I'm sure it will be, Henri. I will soon have very specific instructions for you regarding guests and the press."

"A Priori"

Lieutenant (jg) Michael McDowell
Engineer
USS Galaxy

*** McDowell's quarters ***

"Computer. Create personal Log entry Stardate 50001.31"

A melodic sequence of sounds could be heard as the command was acknowledged. Michael walked into his room and laid down a padd with the latest information on the tactical systems. He took of his duty jacket and tossed it on the sofa.

"Lights at 50%."

Michael kept standing in front of the sofa for a few moments thinking how he would begin his personal log. Much had happened in the recent past, the death of President Kinnley is a good, but tragic, example of that. And what to think about the arrest of their Captain? Completely unbelievable. Almost outrageous.

"I don't really know how to begin this personal log. There are several things on my mind right now of which I'm constantly thinking. One is the conversation I had with Ethan about..."

Michael ended his monolog abruptly as he suddenly realized he was about to let out some sensitive information. He shouldn't include that info in one of his personal logs without activating a security lockout. He shook his head and gave himself a mental reprimand.

"No. What's the use to talk about it now? It's too early. Maybe it will all work out fine."

Michael paused a second. Ethan had showed him that certain unknown Starfleet insiders had falsified evidence so that Starfleet Command suspected him to be one of the rotten apples in the organization. But Michael still had a hard time believing that Starfleet was behind it all.

*Hm. Why keep describing it in a civilized manner? If it's true than it's plane crucifixion.*

He turned and surveyed his room. It was not as tidy as the room he once had on the Academy. A stack of padds on the console, a few replicated books scattered across the table and a unfinished sketch of a unicorn on the floor. The latter was his fifth try to draw that mythical horse. Michael had recently discovered that he liked drawing when off duty. It had become a new hobby. He still had to learn much though. He never got the head right. It always turned out to be a dog-like head instead of that of a horse.

"Then there is of course my relationship with Karyn. We haven't seem much of each other in the past weeks, except for the occasional times in Ten-Forward. That's not really a surprise since we've both got a busy schedule; Karyn even more so than I. Nevertheless, I think that I'm not giving her enough of my time, love,...or anything like that. I'm certainly not showing her enough how much I love her."

The chaotic look of the room began to irritate Michael as he stood there while recording his log. He walked over to to the table and picked up the books. This was as good as any time to clean up his room. After he'd put the books back on the shelf he walked over to the console while at the same time continuing his log.

"And there's more I'm not proud of. Every time I need her then she's there for me. I cannot say the same of me. Oh, I'm there when there are some technical difficulties, but not always when she needs some TLC;...and that plays a major role in a relationship, doesn't it? Is this just a consequence of my work, or is it that I don't know how to 'play the part' that I'm supposed to 'play' in our relation? ...A rather simple question, and I'm afraid that the last possibility is closest to the truth. I've got not much experience with women and Karyn is the first who sees more in me than just a guy who happens to live in the same universe as she,...although I don't know what that can be. Maybe it is this inexperience with women that I don't know what to do. The only thing I do know is that I love her, and that my love for her is growing day by day. ...But what's the use if I can't show it to her?"

Michael sighed. He'd always thought that love was simple and that you would be on cloud nine for most of the time. *What a simplistic view.*

"Computer. End log."

"Stand-In Chief"
Lt. Cmdr. James Chen
Acting Chief of Security

Chen strode into the brig, Lieutenant O'Connell walking alongside. Chen had just come back from seeing Matthew off and was now officially Acting head of Security. He'd be nervous if he didn't have so many things to take care of. Chen stopped in front of the brig cells. He looked at the one containing Ensign JJ Kirk. "You Kirk?"

Kirk stood up and looked at Chen with a bored face. "Yeah."

"Ensign Kirk, you are officially being removed from this ship. You are also having additional charges of battery, sexual harassment and striking a senior officer filed against you. You're going to be a busy man, Ensign Kirk. Commander Matthew Albrecht has ordered that you be removed from the Galaxy and officially turned over to the authorities down at HQ. Your gear is already being packed for you and will be waiting in the transporter room. Lieutenant O'Connell here has been given the job of personally escorting you down." He turned to the officer on duty. "Turn down the screen."

The officer did as instructed and Kirk looked furiously at Chen. "You can't do this! My father..."

"Isn't going to affect this decision one way or another." Chen walked up to Kirk, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the cell and pushed him forward. "Now, you can walk out or we can have you carried out in restraints. Out of respect of that uniform you're still wearing, I'd rather have you walk."

Kirk scowled at Chen. "You'll pay."

Chen smiled. "If I had credit for every time I heard that. Lieutenant O'Connell, be back before the ship breaks orbit. And keep an eye on this guy. He's a bad egg."

O'Connell nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll be back shortly." He looked at Kirk with complete disgust on his face. Another brig guard left with them, making sure Kirk wouldn't try anything between the Brig and the transporters. Chen took a deep breath and faced the other officers in their cells.

"Well," he said. "I've talked to the first officers on the scene. They tell me that you folks say Ensign Kirk started this fight in Ten-Forward."

A lieutenant nodded at Chen. "Yes, sir. He punched Lieutenant Okuda, sir. For no reason."

Chen pursed his lips. He'd heard about that. "Okay. I can understand the reaction you had. However, I doubt that an entire bar fight was Kirk against all of you. He's not that big a guy. He may have started a part, but the rest of you who reacted were moving for something else. Door tells me that the newscast of Captain Price's arrest had just been shown."

All of the officers looked uncomfortable. Chen took a slow breath. "Let me make one thing absolutely clear. No matter what the situation with the Captain is, I will not tolerate this type of activity on this ship. I don't care what your personal views are. But from here on, if your opinions negatively affect the way this ship runs again, you will be penalized. I'm not saying you can't state your opinions. We're civilized people, an open debate is going to happen here amongst many of the crew no matter what we threaten. However, we cannot allow our ship to be torn apart by a group of squabbling officers. I want you all to exercise extreme caution in the future. I'm letting this first incident slide. But be warned. From here on out, anybody who gets caught doing something like this again in the future will be kept in the brig for the remainder of this mission. I cannot tolerate people who would willingly harm the structure of the ship. Especially at a time like this. I don't care what you think or who you support, you WILL be jailed and I will make sure it goes on your record. Spread that around. I'll also be sending a memo to all department heads to spread around to their teams to make sure that the entire ship realizes the consequences of their actions. Now, you'll stay here through this shift, then be released at the beginning of the next. Consider this a warning." Chen nodded at the officer on duty and walked out.

After Matthew had left, Chen had called an official meeting for all security officers who could get time away. There were well over a dozen officers assembled in Main Security when Chen stepped in. He walked to the front of the room and turned to face the others. "By now, I'm sure you're aware of the situation with Captain Price."

The crowd murmured, some angry at the turn of events, others still expressing shock. Some didn't seem all that worried. That bothered Chen. He held up both hands. "I called this meeting today to address that issue."

"What are we going to do to help the Captain," an officer called from the back.

"Nothing," Chen replied. The murmurs got louder. Chen called for quiet. The crowd quieted down. "Lieutenant Commander Albrecht has beamed down to Earth with the intention of acting as Captain Price's counsel. That leaves me in command of this department in his absence. I want something made very clear. From here on out, you are all expected to maintain a perfectly neutral front as far as Captain Price is concerned. Our job is to keep everybody on this ship safe, and that can't happen if we're divided on this issue. However, I can't enforce the way you think one way or another, so you are all to adopt a neutral stance when it comes to the rest of the crew. We favor no sides. If somebody gets into a fight over this issue, they will both suffer the same penalty, no matter what they think. If I hear somebody backing somebody else on this issue and helping them out because they agree, that officer will be relieved until this situation is resolved."

The officers all looked upset. "It's absolutely essential that we maintain a united front here. We're the department that has to keep order. The others can officially postulate and talk about it all they like, but we don't have that luxury. We're the peacekeepers, gentlemen. To keep that peace, we have to stay out of these arguments. It's the best way to handle things, I think. Don't worry about anything else than doing your job. We back each other, and we help the rest of the crew. That's what our job is. I honestly believe that you folks are the best in the business. Don't prove me wrong. Let's allow Albrecht to come back to the same ship he left. Dismissed."

The crowd dispersed, talking amongst themselves. Chen took a deep breath. He sent messages to all shift supervisors that went along the same lines, and they were to meet with their own units. He hoped it'd at least get his department straightened out as far as this issue was concerned. Chen then sat down and wrote a message to all department heads with the request that they let their department know about the new policies Chen was implementing. Anybody doing direct harm to a person over this issue would be put in the brig and have a permanent mark on their record. Hopefully, this would keep most of the crew from getting into really bad situations.

Chen looked over at the Chief's office, remembering back when it was Ursa Sunder's office. Chen frowned and wondered how the big man would handle this situation. He shook his head and went back to looking through the reports in the coffee room.

"Captain's counsel"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

The last of the Galaxy's crew members that had requested leaves of absence in order to remain on Earth for the President's funeral had beamed off the ship. At the conclusion of Commander Casey's senior staff meeting, the final few officers transported down to Earth, including Lieutenant Commander Matthew Albrecht, who'd volunteered to be the Captain's defense counsel.

***

*** San Francisco Law Enforcement headquarters, Earth ***

Captain Price was sitting quietly in a chair sipping a glass of water the investigator taking his data had provided. Lee still was not sure what was going on, or how he was going to disprove all of the allegations against him. He knew he didn't have anything to do with murdering President Kinnley, but as far as everyone on Earth was concerned, he was already decidedly guilty; and all of these proceedings were just a technicality before sending him off to spend the rest of his life in some maximum security penal facility.

Needless to say, when Lee saw the familiar face of his Chief Security officer walking into the room, it brought a reassuring warm feeling that all was not lost. "Matthew, glad you could drop by 'mate." Lee said with uneasy cheer.

"I got here as soon as I could Captain. They didn't want to let me see you before sending you to the holding facility." Lieutenant Commander Albrecht explained.

"So, any good news to share 'mate?" Lee asked evenly.

Matthew shook his head as he pulled up a chair. "It doesn't look good Captain. Let me go over some of the details with you. . ." Lieutenant Commander Albrecht said. He then spent the next hour briefing the Captain on the evidence that had been gathered thus far that indicated he was the President's murderer.

***

Matthew and the Captain were interrupted when Chief Inspector Bronson entered the room.

"I'm sorry, but your time is up 'Commander. We need to move Captain Price to the holding facility. You can continue your consultation there." Bronson explained.

Lee glanced at Bronson and then back to Albrecht. "holding facility", it was a nice way of saying "jail cell".

"Okay Inspector, let me just gather my notes." Matthew replied, gathering up the padd and tricorder he'd used to record the conversation between himself and Captain Price.

"We will be transporting Captain Price directly to the holding facility from this location, so the restraints will not be necessary." Bronson pointed out.

Lee gave a nod as he stood up and faced Lieutenant Commander Albrecht. Reaching, he shook Matthew's hand.

"I appreciate your sticking by me through this 'mate. I know it must be difficult with the mountain of evidence stacked against me. But I am innocent of this crime. Hopefully the facts will present themselves to prove that beyond a reasonable shadow of doubt." Captain Price thanked.

"If there is anything to be found sir, we will find it. Everyone on the Galaxy is pulling for you Captain." Matthew returned.

Without much more in the way of words, Matthew stepped aside and watched as Chief Inspector Bronson lead the Captain to the transporter room to beam him to his holding cell which would serve as his home until the trial. The meeting with the Captain had given Matthew a few good leads to check out. Now it was just a matter of contacting the other's from the Galaxy that had chosen to remain on Earth while the Galaxy left orbit for the mission to explore the Mergotti system.

=/\= "Conversations with Lee pt 1" =/\=
by Lt Cmdr Matthew Albrecht

*** San Francisco Law Enforcement headquarters, Earth ***

As Matthew climbed the steps to the building's entrance, his course took him very close to two tall, thin men in trench coats. There was a chill wind in the air, but not cold enough for such a wardrobe as far as Matthew could tell. The two men stepped down and to the right a bit, which placed them in flanking positions relative to his course.

Matthew looked up, and knew right away that the two men were there solely for him. He stopped as he arrived two steps below them. "Gentlemen," he prompted.

Trench coat number one answered, "lieutenant Gillings. And this is lieutenant Kesh. We're Intelligence." Matthew wondered if they were being deliberately melodramatic.

He replied, "To what do I owe this meeting, lieutenants?" He was unhappy that they were already getting involved in his case. He didn't trust SFI too far.

"Well," trench one said, and paused a moment to be sure he had everyone's attention. "We're here to ensure you have access to your client." Matthew asked why the captain wasn't available while he was at the SFLE headquarters. "You see," began trench one, "He is being transferred right now to our own facility. You'll be able to visit him there."

The two SFI officers tried several methods of discouraging him from seeing his client before he was transported, but Matthew was doggedly persistent about it. Finally, he was able to convince the two lieutenants that he wasn't going to accept any answer other than a positive one.

*********

The first thing that Matthew noticed upon entering the San Francisco Law Enforcement headquarters was the bureaucratic trappings such as the high desk of the duty officer and the uncomfortable chairs arrayed around the lobby. A dozen citizens waited in chairs for their needs to be addressed. The Starfleet security officer strode past them on his way to meet the duty officer.

The second thing he noticed was the fact that he was the only person in Starfleet uniform. The SFPD officers all wore their standard uniforms, which were dark navy colored, with brass buttons. Some of the police that walked to and fro across the lobby were wearing plain clothes and identification badges, rather than uniforms; probably because of undercover activity.

When he reached the high desk of the duty officer, Matthew read the name printed on the small plaque mounted on the near side of the desk. It read "Angie Molina" and "Duty Officer." He spoke to the young woman in a friendly, but businesslike tone. "Sergeant Molina, I am here to meet with my client. My name is lieutenant commander Matthew Albrecht."

Angie's face lost some of its smile. "Oh," she began. "Please wait right here. It will only be a moment." She tapped her data screen several times, out of Matthew's sight. Soon, she looked down at Matthew's face. "You look just like your identification photo. You know," she commented, "you don't look like the kind of guy to defend a terrorist."

He controlled a momentary streak of anger. "That's because I'm not." He let the comeback rest for a moment. "So, where may I speak with my client?"

She rested her chin on one palm and sighed. "He's in room four, just down that hall if you really want him."

Pt 2 to come

"The Return" pt. 2
by Lt. Commander Christopher Thomas, Interim Director Starfleet Intelligence
by Admiral Thomas Casey, Starfleet Command Earth

Chris had heard the news about the presidents death only a short time ago. He and Anna had been out to lunch when he got the urgent call to return to the office. He also happened to learn about what exactly had happened that moment in time and now his last duty was interim director would be to start the investigation of what happened there, who killed the president and where was he when it happened.

Well it really wasn't his job to provide security for the president and the intelligence side was being handled by another department.

Chris entered the office, having dropped off Anna at their residences. He wanted to make sure she was safe, because if someone was trying to take out people. The president had already been assassinated and anyone of authority might be next the next target. While he doubted that, it was serious enough for him to take some precautions going back to the office.

Lt. Commander Thomas entered the intelligence office and was swamped by people who had something to tell him about what happened and was going on now. "Everyone can I have your attention please!" Chris called out over their talking. The room then went silent, "Thank you. Now I want a status report in 10 minutes, everything that we have on what happened. Also someone please find me Captain Hoffa I want him in on this meeting and he'll need to be ready for what's to come next."

"Aye, sir." several of the people around him responded and quickly set off to work.

This wasn't how he pictured going out as the interim director. Chris waited patiently for something to come up, but he decided he'd better go to his office and see what he could find out. He figured there was going to be several messages waiting for him.

*** 10 minutes Later ***

"Sir, everyone's in the meeting chamber, we're just waiting for you." Brian Hoffa said as he stepped into Chris's office.

"Thank you Brian, I hope you're ready for what's going to come." Chris said. "You know they're going to still name you as my replacement and that means you're going to have take over our side of the investigation." Chris said.

"I know that I am going to have to take over Chris, which is why I did rush over here from my doctors appointment. Unless you have an objection I think would be best if I took the lead on this whole presidential assassination. It would make the transition easier and I believe that it would make sense." Brian said. "I know you're still in charge and it's your decision, but really think about this before you make the decision and commitment."

Chris wasn't sure what to say, "I know you're really right, but how do I explain that I am not taking the lead and you are? What happens when they find out that I am leaving the department? There are going to be questions and the answers we may have, aren't going to be what they want to hear." Chris said.

"We both know that and that's always been the case with our department, but that's the price we pay. I know there's going to be questions and talk. Which is why I propose that you take the lead on addressing the press and any other's with questions, besides of course the usual PR officers. It'll make it easier for everyone working on the matter if there's one person in charge and that doesn't change." Brian said. "Chris I know that you didn't want to have this happen and you're suppose to be done in two more days, why not leave on a good note. Let this be the first new challenge of the incoming administration to resolve and find out what happened."

"It would certainly make my leaving appear to have nothing to do with the assassination and it would allow you to really prove the department's been turned our or at least is getting there. Actually Brian it probably would be better if you took total lead on the investigation." Chris said.

"I am sorry, I hope you don't fill like you're being forced our or not welcomed here."

"No not all, I believe that you're right about making this decision. I will be leaving in 2 more days and it would make more sense for you take over now, before things snowball out of control. We'll make the announcement to the staff and then to the press when required. I am sure that's only a short time away before they finally show up here looking for answers."

"Thank you my friend for listening to me and trusting me, I won't let you down. If I do I will step down without question or hesitation, but I don't believe that'll happen."

"Thank you as well for making me think." Chris said, "We need to go over there or else we're going to lose them."

** Meeting **

Lt. Commander Thomas and Captain Hoffa entered the meeting room, that was used for situational meetings, through still being fixed it was usable. They had to make an announcement and then get the ball rolling, before questions started arriving.

"Thank you everyone for your promptness on this issue. Before we begin there's something that I need to tell everyone of you." Chris said. "You all know that I will be leaving as the Director in two more days, which is why after speaking with Brian I've come to a decision. I believe that it would be in the best interest of the department and of the Federation if I turn the investigation over to Captain Brian Hoffa, Assistant Director. He's set to take over as the Director upon my departure from this position."

The room was silent.

"My time here was only for a short time and you all this day was coming, we've become good friends. I know that some or most of you wanted me to stay, but I have been with Starfleet Intelligence for a long time in my books. I am ready to move on with my own life, because of everything that's happened to me since I left the academy. It's been great working with everyone of you and I am sure that's not going to change. This transition is because of the need to make sure the investigation runs without any problems, internal or external. I turn the floor over to Mr. Hoffa the next Starfleet Intelligence Director." Chris said taking a seat and letting Brian stepped forward into the role.

Chris let him take the lead and settled off into the back of things. He had made the right decision, he didn't know how he knew, but he did. He was glad to have the burden off his shoulders.

"Mr. Thomas, there's a priority one communication coming in for you. Where do you want to take it?"

"In my office," Chris said getting up from the meeting. This was what he knew coming, but logic didn't make sense here.

** Director's Office **

"Patch the message through." Thomas said taking his seat.

Chris Thomas watched as the message was decrypted and appeared on his screen it was Admiral Thomas Casey, a man he'd come to know. They'd been in touch more often than either would admit, because of their positions at the moment. However that would change soon, he would be leaving, but the admiral was staying.

"Admiral Thomas to what do I owe this unexpected call." lt. Commander Thomas said, knowing full well what it was about.

"The Presidents assassination, I heard about on the news and return to my office. Captain Brian Hoffa will be taking the lead on the investigation from Starfleet Intelligence's point of concern. You know my time here's about up and so I felt it best to place him in charge to get the transition already occurring." Lt. Commander Thomas said.

"The assassination has devastated us all at Headquarters. I trust you've already set things in motion for beginning the investigation? We won't allow the killer to get away with this," Tom Casey replied in a resolute manner.

"As soon as we have something we'll let you know Admiral."

"Also I have some bad news. Captain Price has been detained for questioning and removed from his post. It seems he's a suspect," Tom Casey didn't even like those words on his lips, but he had to let Chris know of the situation.

"You must be joking on this matter, right?" Thomas asked seriously, he couldn't believe they would even think Price would have anything to do with this tragedy.

"Unfortunately he has been detained and removed from his position on the Galaxy. After a drawn out discussion with several key members of SFHQ, we've decided that your next assignment is on the Galaxy as Chief Liaison Officer for Starfleet. My son will be in Command of the Galaxy until the charges against Price are decided," Tom Casey was clearly upset, the situation was draining him.

"I can't belive that captain Price could be involved in this, let alone he's even suspected." Chris said. He was happy to be getting reassigned to the galaxy, but still it was with a dose of sadness. "The Galaxy, that's wonderful, but the position what is it all about?" Chris asked.

"Details will be forthcoming, none to give you at the moment. By the time you arrive you'll have a mission statement and know your job on the ship," Admiral Casey replied.

"Thank you Admiral it'll be great to be back there."

"Don't thank me yet 'Commander. You're going to be there for awhile. Quietly gaining information on Price's recent movements and activities. Don't expect my son to be co-operative. He's loyal to a fault at times," Casey said, frowning almost as he spoke of his son.

"I know your son Tom, we severed onboard the Galaxy for around two years. I also know that he's very loyal to the captain and you're right he's not going to be very co-operative in this matter." Chris wasn't pleased about this additional duty, "What about security, they'll be looking around." He would have to keep the Commander out of the loop for the time being or at least be very elusive about certain details.

"Aye, but the crew is very loyal to Captain Price. My son is extremely upset over the situation. Security may not cooperate. The Key is Deiran, Chris. Deiran's first move will be to consolidate those officer's loyal to Price. I've already spoken with him, he believes the Captain is a patsy for this. I don't see why Price would do this. So be careful, until we get validated proof one way or the other the situation could get real tense on the Galaxy. Deiran is in command of the ship however, he'll do a fine job. Just watch that he doesn't go on some damn crusade to save his Captain's reputation. Admiral Casey out."

Chris looked at the Federation logo that remained on his screen. He was thinking about what this was going to mean and the risk that would be involved in this operation. He was going to be returning to the Galaxy and meeting up with some old friends. However his trip there would be under a cloud of speculation and he would have to work with them.

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Christopher Patton
ICQ # 11497863

Based on STAR TREK created by Gene Roddenberry
Story by Lieutenant Suder - Assistant Chief Engineer

"Interesting Times"

Lieutenant's Suder and McDowell entered Ten-Forward. At the usual table that the Engineers had claimed as "the Engineer's table" they found Commander Mercury. The former Chief Engineer smiled as they approached and took a sip of his drink.

"I take it you've heard the news?" Mercury said.

"The President has been killed, Price has been arrested and our trusty, crazy but not stupid First Officer is now in charge of the ship. Could things get any worse?" Suder replied.

"Any thoughts on the suspect?" McDowell asked.

"Could be anybody. There are billions of people in the Galaxy." Mercury said.

"Yeah but there are only a few that would do this. To get by Starfleet Security, have an entire Federation looking for you, and to even pull something like this off, takes some nerve." Suder explained.

"And there would be even few who would want Captain Price out of the way. Who would frame, why?" McDowell asked.

"To get back at him for on old arguement maybe. Perhaps an old sparring enemy of his from the Academy, maybe he was just randomly picked from a hat with a list of names in it. Who knows?" Suder asked.

"The person who did this." Mercury said.

"I'm not saying it is, but what if Captain Price actually did this?" Suder asked.

"Are you insane?" McDowell asked trying to keep quiet.

"I'm not saying he did, but look at it from Starfleet's point of view. There's evidence at the scene that proves he did it. But he's not worried because he knows the crew of the Galaxy will do everything to prove he didn't do it. I hate talking in riddles. I know he didn't do it, I was just saying." Suder said.

"Any thoughts?"

"We can check into a few things in the morning." Suder said.

"Who would frame Captain Price?" McDowell asked, obviously bugged about this.

"I think we need a drink." Suder said. He got up and went to grab some drinks for the three of them. This gave several minutes for them all to think about what had happened.

To be Continued...

"Helping out"
LT Tim O'Connell

Tim stood at the gate while JJ Kirk, now no longer an ensign was being processed for booking on quite a laundry list of charges. THe evidence had been transmitted including his full and complete confession to everything.

He was here to do more then that actually. he was also here to see Matthew and help out with the defense of the captain. He figured his time in a blue uniform would come in handy actually.

He picked up his bags and walked along to the tram stop. Hotel California.

Tim waved his hand and a hover cab skidded to a stop. "Where to?"

"Hotel California."

THe cab shot off and the typical taxi small talk was made the main topic being the assasination of the president and what a tragedy it was that he had been assasinatited etcetera etcetera. Tim agreed with the sentiment that it was a tragedy, but when the cabbie began asking how Captain Price could do such a thing TIm made a few non committal sounds which the cabbie took as agreement.

By the time they had arrived Tim knew some of the public opinion and it wasn't good. The court of the media had already convicted the captian and that would be a tough road to hoe.

Tim walked in to the hotel and spoke to the manager behind the desk and recieved the information on where Commander Albrecht was staying. He then requested a communications console and walked over to it.

First message:

Lt Cmdr James Chen.

James,

I have asked and recived a leave of absence from the Galaxy to stay on earth to assist in the captain's defense. So I won't be on the ship for this mission. My recommendation is that we allow Lt(jg) Sanchez to take over brig supervisor duties untill I return.

Tim O'Connell

Then the thought and tapped some buttons sending a second message.

Brooke.

Like we discussed about my LOA well I'll be on earth for a while assisting in the captain's defense. I'm sorry I'm not going to be there for you and I'll miss you. Take care of yourself and rememebr I wouldn't do this if it wasn't important. I hope you can understand. I love you

Tim.

After signing off from the companel he looked over at the clock. Time to go see Matthew. Taking the elevator up to the Govenors suite he pressed the chime.

By ensign Eric Odin

Eric had sent in a request for a LOA for the presidents funeral as well as to help with the captain's case. He was granted permission quite quickly and he packed the basics and decided to send a message to a person who might want to take a part in his own part of the investigation.The message was to Lt. Anna Gartner and it read as follows:

**Message Begin**
Dear Lt. Gartner,

I am aware that we have not been introduced, but I know that you have a great talent for security matters, seeing as how you are part of our security force aboard the galaxy. I am going to Earth to try and help the captain in his case and was wondering if you'd like to join me. I could use another set of eyes as well as another brain to help me once I find some information. I feel that I should tell you we will be going into places where you cannot wear your starfleet uniform due to the conditions and inhabitants. I believe that we could find some very useful information for the cpatain's case. If you should not want to help me down on Earth I would not blame you seeing as how we have not even met yet, but I do believe it would go better if we worked together. I will await your response on my PADD down on Earth, because I am leaving now. If you should accept I will tell you the coordinates to beam down to. I'll see you when I see you.

Sincerely,
ensign Eric Odin

**Message End**

Eric then proceeded to the transporter room to beam down to an apartment he had rented for his LOA. There he gathered his contacts information and waited to see if Lt. Gartner would arrive.

"Choosing Sides"
By Lieutenant JG Mikala Pailaka

***Bridge, USS Galaxy***

Mike sat at his station, slack jawed as the security detail from Earth, along with Commander Casey, marched into Captain Price's ready room. As if the assassination of the President had not cast a large enough pall upon the crew, it now appeared that Price was a prime suspect.

Mike didn't know what to think. Price, an assassin? The very idea sounded absurd. The looks of shock on the faces of the other bridge crew members expressed similar levels of disbelief. And there was no mistaking the obvious rage shown by the XO. His "Cold day in hell" declaration still seemed to reverberate in the bridge. Casey's level of conviction and loyalty was self evident. But then, he had served many years with Price. Who would expect anything less?

Mike was one of the newest members of the senior staff. He had but a single mission under his belt on the Galaxy, and though it was a mission which tested everyone's character under the worst of circumstances, was it enough to allow him to think that he truly knew his Captain? He had liked Price from the beginning, respected his ability to command and the faith he inspired in his staff. But could he declare, with Deiran's levels of blind conviction, that Price could not possibly be a suspect?

He watched in silence as Price was lead away. For just one moment, he managed to catch the Captain's attention as he passed by. Mike looked deeply into his eyes. He could see the confusion, the outrage at his indignant situation. But was there even a hint of guilt? Even a stone killer must betray something when he's finally caught and hauled away. Mike's gut instincts were telling him that Price was innocent, that something really foul was happening on the bridge of the Galaxy, and it frustrated him to no end that he was helpless to do anything about it.

Casey stood on the bridge fuming. He stabbed at his comm-badge and declared "Casey here, I'm calling a senior staff meeting pronto. If you weren't in the Observation Lounge a minute ago you are already late. Get up here now!" He turned to the bridge crew. "Mike, Lucas, Raesene... let's go."

***Observation Lounge***

Mike sat and watched the broadcast from San Francisco, his jaw tightening as he saw his Captain spattered by the tomato. 'Awe!' he thought to himself. 'Is this how Starfleet runs an investigation? They are parading him around for public scorn! Convicting him before the masses without a trial! Even the enemies of the Federation deserved better, and this was one of their honored Captains!'

"That scene absolutely appalls me." Deiran began, his tone furious. "We all know Lee Price, probably better than his own family. If any of you believe that our Captain is capable of this crime you aren't fit to remain on my senior staff aboard this vessel. Make no mistake, Starfleet has handed complete command of the Galaxy over to me. I am going to prove the Captain's innocence with or without your help. If you respect the man as much as I do and care for his well-being you'll be by my side. If not, then I can get you a transfer order from this ship by the end of Alpha shift."

"Aia!" Mike said under his breath. He knew the Commander was mad, but to threaten the careers of his senior officers if they did not follow his lead and defy Starfleet's process of justice!" He was the acting captain. He had the right to order his officers into action, he could even order them to lay down their lives. But to order them how to think? 'This is getting worse by the minute!'

He looked around the table, searching the faces of his compatriots. Some of them declared their loyalty with zeal nearly equal to Deiran's own. Other's agreed to go along, but were obviously shaken by the ultimatum that had been handed to them. Soon, it would be time for Mike to speak out. He felt conflicted. Someone needed to put things in perspective for Casey.. For everyone. He started to speak, but then stopped himself. Who was he, the newest member of the senior staff, to instill doubt in the minds of the others?

Fortunately, Counselor Dallas took the initiative and gave Deiran, and everyone else around the table, the reality check they needed. Mike exhaled deeply in relief, listing to her measured voice of reason. And when it finally became time for him to speak, he was able to do so with his mind fully made up.

"You can count on me sir." He said, addressing Casey. "Wherever this investigation takes us, I'll be there for the long haul."

Mike learned back in his chair and closed his eyes, picturing in his mind the look he saw on Price's face. 'Evidence be damned.' He told himself. 'Evidence can be faked, but not the human heart!' Price was innocent. He was sure of it. And if days or weeks from that moment, justice proved his instincts wrong, then Mike knew he wasn't fit to be a department head on a starship.

*** ***

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

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Lt jg T-prea
ACMO
USS Galaxy
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T-prea went about her daily routine in the new sickbay... She always like to activate the new EMH. He was just so pleasant to be around..... He was teaching her how to sing.... T-prea had developed an interest in the arts...drama, music and singing. But never seemed to have the confidence nor the time to pursue it.

But this EMH...he was so.....so different. T-prea liked spending all her extra time with him. Which always seemed to be alot. SHe knew jake loved her but....she also knew Jake was more consumed with all his work weather it would be his job as a Starfleet Officer or that of his hobby/sideline.

Sickbay was empty....everyone was either on leave....on Earth or wrapped up in everything about the Captain being charged with this horrible crime. Even Jake....T-prea hadn't seen him since that night he gave her the beautiful ring. One T-prea didn't like to wear when she was on duty because she was afraid of losing or distroying it.

She kept it in the tiny box it came in on her nightstand.

T-prea turned to the EMH who was picking a selection of music from the databanks to work on with her. With the ship so empty it was quite boring....but T-prea was in no way bored...

She sat back and listened as the EMH began to sing....he had a perfect pitch....and his voice carried...

"Now....T-prea you try it...." he told her...

T-prea took a deep breath and began to sing the same melody....it sounded nice...

"That was good....but you need to sing from down here..." He said as he placed his arms around her pressing in just right under her ribs.... "This is your diaphram...if you suck it in like this..take a deep breath..."

As T-prea did he pressed gently in...."Ok...now sing out..." He said.

T-prea did...and ot was much stronger...

"See....with alittle work you will be singing like the angels..." the EMH stated with a smile...

T-prea smiled back....

"You know what would be nice...?" He said.

"What..." T-prea responded.

"If we could get together a dramatic musical play.......Earth's history has so many wonderful ones...We could look them up and try some of them out...maybe recruit some other players from the ship once they have returned. What do you think...?" He asked.

"I think it would be a wonderful idea... let's have a look at them..." T- prea said as she sat down next the the EMH....

Ensign Seth Zonhieb
Security Officer

There was a new furniture fixture in 10 forward. Right beside the door a large green pillar of muscle wore a star fleet uniform. For some reason 10 forward was unusually quiet. The eyes of every occupant darted to the door as if looking for approval to finish eating or drinking.

Seth didn't move at all. It looked like he had even given up breathing. His independent eyes looked intently in different directions. His massive legs were his shoulder width apart. His knees slightly bent as if ready to pounce. His arms across his tree trunk chest.

The door swished open and a laughing crewman suddenly stopped. She quietly skirted the security guard and whispered her order to the bar tender. The tender glanced over his shoulder and slowly moved with his hands in full view as he prepared a meal.

~Only six and a half more hours for his shift to end.~ The tender thought to himself. then he winced as the plate clanked on the bar. Luck for him the security guard didn't rip him apart.

3 way JP

Dr. T-Prea
Lt.Jg Jake Olson
Ens. K'Alin

Jake Olson sent Cadet Jones off to her quarters, and shook his head in bemusement at the sheer naitivity. How could one live so long and stay so damned green?! Jake knew the girl's wealthy parents and did a lot of business with them.

As medical made it a condition for continued duty, Jake had to go to either 10-4 or the mess hall for one of his three daily meals. He resented the care required of him in the food department. It was determined that he had a hyper active metabolism and needed more than normal Humans as far as calories were concerned.

Deep in thought, Jake wasn't focused on his path of direction for an instant, which was just enough time for him to bump firmly into Ensign Noras, causing both of them to fall backward, more the fault of surprise than Sir Isaac Newton.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," Jake said, rising and giving her a hand.

K'Alin gave a small laugh and accepted his hand, standing up. "You off in space again, Mr. Olson? Metaphorically, of course."

Jake smiled slightly at the pun, looking peaceful but retaining a serious glimmer in his eyes. K'Alin raised an eyebrow of suspicion as she telepathically sensed something different about Jake than she had last time she'd come across him.

"Is something going on that I need to be aware of, Jake?"

"Ah, not paticularly," He was bright pink, as he was thinking about T-Prea, and those were not the sort of thoughts one shared. K'Alin let go of Jake's hand, which was terribly delicate in hers. "We've met?" Jake didn't remember K'Alin.

K'Alin shook her head. "No, but I've read your file and it's not difficult to get names when you're a telepath," she grinned. She gave a nod to him. "I'm Ensign K'Alin Noras. Pleasure to finally meet you in person, Mr. Olson."

K'Alin still had a look on her face that suggested that she knew something was bothering Jake, and she hated the fact that her code of morality forbade her to force her way into the minds of others to find out such things. Not knowing what was going on was one of K'Alin's major pet peeves, and it was one incredibly large way to tick her off quickly.

"Just left work. I was heading to 10-4 for a bite, Doctor's getting to be a pain in the ass." Jake grinned. She wandered into Jake as he was thinking about what was said in his counseling appointment.

He felt the urge to hurt JJ Kirk when he clocked him with the tricorder. He later wanted to attack him in main science, when he was of course beat to the punch by Sullax. It bothered him greatly. But he wasn't going to discuss Kirk. Kirk was one subject he didn't discuss unless he was with an intimate, T-Prea, or required, in counseling. Unfortionately, K'Alin picked up exactly what rock she overturned. She also wanted to get hands on Kirk.

"Ah ... I see. Well, Jake, it appears as though we're in the same boat. Believe me, I'd like to see Kirk suffer just as much as you do. Although I'm sure that, where he is, he'll get plenty of suffering from desparate homosexual male prisoners."

She grinned almost maliciously, visualizing the very situation in her mind of Kirk getting raped by another male. What poetic justice that would be...

"Excuse me?" Jake squeaked at her. K'Alin couldn't help laughing, as he sounded just like a tribble. This little Human didn't know beans about anything. It wasn't the fact that the woman picked up the thought that was so shocking, but that Kirk could be overpowered...

Jake knew that JJ Kirk wasn't long on brains, but Jake never thought that Kirk could run into trouble in a fight. He had thought, perhaps, that Sullax just got lucky...

"What are you talking about, I thought that today's prisons were...I don't get it. Besides, Kirk can kick ass." Jake was bothered with the idea that some guy could...with Kirk?

"Jake...Kirk's a slightly muscle-bound dirtbag with street fighting skills of a sexually-obsessed bum. I don't think any of the young females on this ship would have no problem kicking his ass given the opportunity. A friend of mine, Ensign Cutts, took Kirk down on the holodeck and made him leave with broken ribs and a concussion. And trust me...the guys in prison can get pretty desperate. Even enough to screw Kirk over, anyway."

K'Alin gave another slightly cruel laugh at her mildly perverted pun and at Jake's naitivity for being uncomfortable with the subject. I have GOT to adopt this little guy, she told herself.

"Cutts?!" Jake gaped at her. "Michael Cutts gave KIRK a concussion?!"

Jake Olson got around, but kept his nose strictly in business. He knew almost everyone on the ship on business terms. But he'd never dreamed of what he landed in now. Maxwell, he could see getting nasty. But Cutts looked like a guitar neck on a diet. Olson knew only what Kirk told him about the 'wilder' side and figured he didn't need to know. In Kirk's stories, he was always kicking this or that one to the curb.

"Waitaminute!" Jake couldn't figure the mechanics of two guys the way male and female would and....

Sex education was bypassed on Yalbo, and by he hit the accadamy, every one figured it was taken care of in grade school. However, Jake skipped over a whole lotta material being tucked in his snowballs.

"Come with me, there are a few things you need to catch up on! Not to mention calories."

"Tar Let'On never mentioned anything like this." Jake said a bit desperately.

That stopped K'Alin in her tracks, for 'Snake' Let'On was a rough one, and only few people knew his first name. Jake did. Jake didn't know anything else it seemed! And Kirk was at Alcatraz, that was just a peach! K'Alin knew of Snake from some of the shadier people she knew. Red tape, that was funny too, some one had deliberately flubbed. The thought of Snake Let'On and JJ Kirk in the same room was very, very appealing. She could just picture Kirk getting pounded into humility day after day. The very thought just made her tingle with humor. Making a huge effort not to collapse to the floor in a long string of laughter, she smiled at Jake and gestures down the corridor.

"Come on, Olson, we can talk on the way," she said casually to him. "How did you meet this person?" She just had to know, Snake wasn't the sort one met casually.

"Apparently an inmate came in with a snowball he got I don't know how. He liked it, tracked down the snowball, and made contact with me. I'm appearantly a big hit in the place, I sell about 60 a year there, and there can't be -that- many people. Mr. Let'On says the whole place knows me. Said once I have the strangest bunch of friends all up and down the social spectrum he's ever seen one person have." Jake seemed puzzled.

"Do you know what Let'On is?" K'Alin asked, reeling at the information. Jake was just too innocent to understand the implications of what he just said.

"Vulcan." Jake answered innocently. "Got cought smuggling he said."

T-prea found herself standing in the corridor overhearing the conversation between Jake and K'Alin. And what was being said about JJ Kirk. T-prea hated him for what he had done to her and the others....

And knowing that he would get his just reward was quite pleasing to her...as she approached them putting her arms around Jake...

"Hi....and how are you today...?" She asked.

"Just fine... T-prea...I would like you to meet K'Alin....we were going to grab a bite to eat...would you like to join us....?" He asked placing his arm around her waist.

"It is a pleasure to meet you K'Alin....and yes Jake..I would love to join the both of you..." She said with a smile...

As they were walking down the cooridor T-prea couldn't help but make some conversation....

"I couldn't help but over hear you two talking about JJ Kirk and what was going to happen to him in prison.... You mean thery really do that kind of stuff in there...you know...guys doing it to guys...?" T-prea asked quite niave...

"I've heard of guys falling in love with each other." Jake offered. "But I don't think that Mr. Let'On would find JJ Kirk emotionally appealing."

"Guys in love with each other?" T-Prea asked.

"Yea, sometimes a baby is born male but when he grows up he feels tward other guys the way a girl would. It happens with women too." Jake answered with authority.

"Ah, how do they," T-Prea was blushing.

"They can't. But there is love with out that one paticular aspect. I don't need to go into details," Jake grinned at the Doctor's comprehension.

"However, I know for a fact that JJ Kirk isn't the type who would fall in love with a male, in fact he hates homosexuality in any form. Exept in the magazines he reads, there are women with women, no male pairs, no men period I don't think. Also the people there are just pretending." Jake told the two women with scientific detatchment. "If someone made a pass at Kirk, he'd tell them where to take a flying leap. He used to beat the crap out of kids he suspected had that kind of leaning in school. I know because I am friends with some of his former teachers. What a pain in the ass he was and is."

"Is Let'On, ah?" T-Prea asked. "I mean, he's to be Kirk's roommate. I saw the paperwork on the transfer order for medical data swap."

"I don't have any idea. I never asked." Jake answered with a bewildered expression.

"Let'On's not picky! And as pretty as Kirk is..." K'Alin put in.

Jake suddenly looked concerned. "Kirk would slug him if he got friendly."

"Not to worry, Kirk wouldn't hurt Let'On Jake!" K'Alin told Jake.

Jake sighed with relief.

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SANDY
Sandy Rene = AIM
Craftycorner = ICQ #36247063

Lt. Cmdr. Shtik
Science Officer
"The Next Step"

Shtik was leading a small group of flight deck technicians as they covered the science department runabout per Lt. Commander Sullax's orders. Every inch of the small ship was being examined and refurbished to accommodate any needs that it's crew might have during the coming mission. It was now complete and ready for any eventuality. Only the fine points of this particular assignment had to be adjusted.

Given the recent events aboard the Galaxy, preparing the runabout for independent operation was a logical course of action. Knowing Commander Casey, the majority of the crew would be remaining here to assist Captain Price on the illogical charges brought against him. If the runabout were able to complete their current mission with a small crew of Galaxy personnel, then the rest of the crew would be freed up to do what was needed here on earth.

Much of the most recent events on earth centered on the media's use of emotional manipulation to adjust the public's view of the situation. This sort of thing would be unheard of on Vulcan. Not only was Shtik having a difficult time understanding the tactics, but he also knew that he did not have the qualifications to combat this type of warfare. Therefore, the most logical use of his talents would be to put him in command of the mission aboard the runabout and he was prepared for exactly that eventuality.

The Vulcan science officer stepped back to observe the crew finishing their tasks when an ensign wearing command red stepped up to him with a PADD.

"Sir, I am here to notify you that you are required to report to Starfleet Command." The young human handed the PADD to Shtik. Shtik took the PADD and began to examine it. It was dated prior to the president's assassination. Logic dictated that the normal operation of Starfleet would not come to a complete halt despite the death of its commander in chief, but seeing that activity actually taking place was still somewhat disconcerting.

It was a summons from a Captain Nash, not someone the Vulcan was familiar with. Obviously, this summons was a result of actions that originated before the current events and continued despite the implications of those actions. Still something was nagging at the back of Shtik's mind.

Wasn't Captain Price mysteriously summoned to Earth just prior to the assassination of the president? And wasn't that how he was implicated in those activities?

"Excuse me, Ensign." Shtik stopped the young officer before he left the flight deck. "What is your name and where are you stationed?"

"I…Uh…My name is Ensign Mills, sir. Ensign Jeffery Mills." The human stammered, "I am an admiralty aide based out of Starfleet Command Headquarters."

"Forgive me but I must ask you to remain here for a few moments so our security personnel can confirm your identity." Shtik tapped his combadge. "Shtik to security. Please report to shuttle deck for personnel identification." Shtik continued to examine the contents of the PADD he was given. If these orders were legitimate, and he would be sure to confirm them first, then there was much to do in a short amount of time.

"They Don't Call Me Rocky for Nothing"
by Dr. Brooke Ames O'Connell, MD

Brooke came back to her quarters and found a message waiting for her:

Brooke, Like we discussed about my LOA well I'll be on earth for a while assisting in the captain's defense. I'm sorry I'm not going to be there for you and I'll miss you. Take care of yourself and remember I wouldn't do this if it wasn't important. I hope you can understand. I love you, Tim.

She decided to ask if she could take a double shift in Sickbay which they gave her the go.

Sickbay........

Brooke was taking care of someone's broken toe when two guys and security officers hold both of them. Apparently, they were fighting about this whole Captain thing and it got out of control and words were exchanged.

"Put him over here and that one over there." She tried to look at his eye but the crewman was struggling with her. She was getting tired of fighting this guy.

"Lay down and be still. I can't treat you unless you stop struggling."

He yelled back at her, "I don't need my eye looked at. Let me at that son of a bitch and I'll make him a permanent patient here."

The security guard lost is grip and the crewman started to get off the bio-bed when Brooke's knee went into his groin. Brooke had a bit of deja vu when she did it. Reminded her of the old days. He moaned and groaned while the security officer helped her get him back on the bed. The security officer looked at Brooke and nodded with approval, "Not bad doctor, not bad at all."

She smiled and thanked him. She fixed his eye and he was hauled out of there, still moaning. The security officer told him, "Shut up or I'll have that doctor over there give you another black eye." Brooke shook her head and went back to check on the one with the broken toe.

"Surprises To No End"
USS GALAXY
Commander Deiran Casey, Acting CO

The senior staff meeting was a success for the most part. No one went against him. Granted he didn't give anyone a choice. He heard Karyn's words, but was still torn between the niceties of politeness and his total rage that fueled within him.

He told Ryak to search for any holographic imagers from civilians, just in case they picked up something that the Fed HG imagers did not.

Deiran wanted to apologize for his outburst and the way he treated his friends but he thought it would appear weak. He was torn, between his friendship with them, his passion against injustice and his command style. He had what seemed like entire planets and solar systems resting on his shoulders.

He saw Kay heading out of the Lounge, "Kay wait. Take the chair. I need to contact SFC and ask for a delay to Mergotti. Keep me informed of any new developments if they surface," Casey walked past the Klingon, nodding his head in thanks and motioned for Karyn to follow him into the Ready Room. She did and knew what was coming.

Once the doors shut behind her, it began.

"Karyn, you were right."

Karyn was in shock. Deiran Casey admitting he was wrong.

"I need you to do me a favor, ok?" he asked. There was still anger in his eyes, but he was beginning to calm down.

"I'll try Deiran," Karyn replied, still shocked.

"I was upset and lost control in the meeting. I'm still pissed off about what's happening to Lee. It's tearing me up inside. But, I realize I need to be civil. My apologies. Can you please tell the crew that I acknowledged I made a mistake? Let them know the pressure I'm under ok?" Deiran sat in the desk and tried to put out of his mind the fact that Lee should be sitting there.

"Dee, you should be doing that not me. It's not my…" she was interrupted.

"Karyn it's not open for discussion ok? Please just do as I ask. I have so many things to do and no time to approach them all. Just talk to them for me? Please don't give me any counseling mumbo jumbo. Just be glad I haven't stormed SFC intel and broken Lee out. The only thing keeping me from it is my career's safety. So please just do as I ask?" he was firm, but didn't raise his voice to his friend.

"Okay Deiran, I understand. It's progress… I think," Karyn smiled and turned to leave.

"I'm really going to need you through this Kar," Deiran replied.

"I'll meet with you tonight after Alpha okay?" she replied over her shoulder.

The doors shut behind her and Deiran was alone in the office. He turned the console towards him and opened a secure channel to Starfleet Command. Seconds later an Admiral appeared on the screen, a female by the name of Agatha Zeppelin.

"Hello Captain Casey, congratulations," she replied with a smile, a smile of a predator.

"Admiral, it's been a long time. Admiral Franklin is busy?" he asked.

"Aye Deiran, a press conference about the assassination," she changed direction quickly and put Deiran on the path of his reason for calling, "what do you need?"

"Mam, I'd like to request a delay of our mission to Mergotti in light of recent events…" he started to ask.

"Sorry Deiran, out of the question!"

"May I ask why Admiral?" he asked firmly, unable to hide the anger underneath the surface. Right now Casey's eyes betrayed him.

"The Mergotti mission is critical, we need to catalogue and study that civilization. Deiran you're one of the finest officers in Starfleet, all of us at HQ believe you're ready for this command. Take it, embrace it and let this thing with Lee go. You can't help him now."

"Like …" he started to say 'like hell I can't,' but chose the better part of valor on that one. "Mam, just a week's delay? Surely one week isn't much to ask?" he pleaded.

"Sorry Deiran, I have my orders as well, you know where they come from. By the way, you'll be assigned a Starfleet Liaison Officer. He will be contacting us on your behalf once he gets on board. Should be a pretty smooth transition, you know how Liaison's work. He should be arriving in about twenty minutes to the Galaxy," the lady Admiral told Casey.

Deiran wanted to swear, and break the console screen at hearing this news. He was furious. He sat there, his eyes intense, red flames. "Admiral there's no need for a Liaison Officer, I am loyal to the Federation and to Starfleet and I'll do my duty," he replied, his voice was respectful but his features showed anger.

"Your father has agreed to it, in fact he authorized the order by the Director. Sorry Deiran, out of my hands. Zeppelin out."

The screen went black and then showed the UFP logo.

Deiran roared, his teeth gnashing, "DAMNIT!"

Things were just not going his way. Now he had to meet with this Liaison Officer. 'Probably some Pressman crony sent to watch my back and blackmail me,' he thought.

Deiran was in absolute hysterics. Outside he looked controlled, the personification of the Iceman, but deep inside he was a whirlwind of fury. Heaven help anyone who crossed him at the moment. He was trying to control himself, but the universe was against him today. It was like some long, drawn out nightmare or a prank by Q. That's it, it's Q come to make the Galaxy's life miserable with some horrible prank he was playing just for fun.

Deiran looked up and said, "Q! Get here right now if you have anything to do with this!"

Q never showed his face. It would be nice if he could blame this on Q, but it seemed to be real. No matter how much Deiran wanted to wake up from the madness of it all. Casey stood up and left the Ready Room.

Deiran motioned to Kay to stay in the chair, "I need to go welcome a new officer to the ship," he rolled his eyes and disappeared into the lift.

*** Ten minutes later ***

Deiran was standing in transporter room two, pacing impatiently.

"Is this person ready to transport up here or not?" Casey asked Jensen.

"Aye sir, energizing now."

A few seconds later two blue fields of molecules transported onto the ship. When the beam solidified into carbon matter, Deiran was floored when he saw Lt. Commander Chris Thomas, a lady he did not recognize was next to him. A pretty woman though.

"Hi Chris, it's been too long," Casey said as Chris stepped toward him, both men smiling. They shook hands.

"Good to be back Commander," he replied. "This is my wife Anna."

"Welcome aboard the Galaxy Anna, pleasure to have you with us," he replied, smiling at the lady and shaking her hand as well.

"Follow me and I'll show you to your quarters," all three exited the transporter room and started down the hall towards the lift.

"Casey to Samara," Deiran said after tapping his Comm badge. ["Kay here sir,"] the new XO replied.

"Kay, take us out of orbit. Set a course for the Mergotti system. Warp seven. Also, have Engineering begin modifications to one of the shuttles. It'll need complete scientific and surviellance equipment. Have David oversee the mods and have him rig up his specialty. We'll be needing that boot of his."

["Aye Comman… Captain,"] Kay had to correct herself. Casey was in command and acting Captain and CO of the ship.

"We'll need that shuttle ready by the time we arrive at Mergotti, work around the clock Kay. Keep your Engineer's busy. Casey out."

He may have had to continue this mission to Mergotti, and he would. But, he wasn't going to do it exactly as Starfleet orders outlined. There's an old saying that Casey was thinking of as he spoke with Chris in the lift, 'Diversion can make one into two and false paths leads to one dead end." It wasn't an original English saying, that was the best English translation and he wasn't about to share it with anyone else. At this point he didn't trust anyone, not even his Dad who had tricked him but only half way. He'd have to have a talk with Chris, convince the man to be loyal to the ship and keep SFC at bay.

"Offering Help"
By Ensign Bruce MaxWell
Helmsman

Bruce had Just left Ten-Forward and was walking down the Hallway. The news he just recieved running thru his Head. The President assinated by a bullet. Bruce had good knowledge on old weapons and unforunately knew too much about assinations and other subterfuge type ordeals. He took the turbolift to the deck of his quarters and stood outside of His door. He stopped shook his head and then decided to take a chance.

"Computer Location of Captain Price?" Bruce said knowing he was sticking his neck on the Line.

"Captain Price is not onboard and has been temporarily relieved of Command" The Computers Mundane Voice answered.

"Who is currenty in Command?" Bruce said with shock.

"Commander Derien Casey is currently in Command." The same monotone voice answered.

"Current Location of Commander Casey?" Bruce asked in amazement.

"Commander Casey is currently Located in the Ready Room." the Computer droned out.

Bruce hurried to the nearest turbo-lift and stated Deck 1. He shook his head with everything going o. He couldnt understand what was happening. He only became more interested. The president assinated, Captain Price suddenly releived of duty. He could only think What the Hell is going on. His next thought was I hope I can help.

**************Bridge-Main*************

The Turbo-Lift doors opened and Bruce stepped onto the bridge. He saw everyone glance at him in wonderment. He shrugged of the looks and went to the Ready Room doors. They chimed and then opened, there sitting was the Commander with a quizical look on his face. Bruce asked permission to Enter. He was granted then stood as he should in front of the Commander.

"Sir, I am sorry to bother you during this time. I am only here to offer my services. My past only includes me." Bruce stated awaiting the answer.

Duck Blinds and Turkey Shoots
(or How Food Presents Clues to our latest Murder Mystery)
by LCDR Endris Gakor, CMO

*** CMO's Office ***

The Roster for Sick Bay had to be revamped, since so many new faces had reported since the repair job at Earth. Besides the four shift rotation now on place for the Galaxy, there were now Doctors specializing in Dentistry, Optometry, and the like. The General Practitioners were cycled into the four-shift rotation, while those in specialty fields were listed as on call or by appointment. (Both versions of the EMH were in this category.

Endris toyed with the schedule a bit, and came up with something feasible. Looking out into Sickbay, she spotted a school of Bajoran Peace Fish swim by in the aquarium. "Snacks!", Endris said in dismay, "the autopsy data has not arrived yet." There being nothing to do but wait, Gakor headed for the Cargo Bay after checking with Day Care to make sure Adam was adjusting well to his Father's absence. The one-year old was fine, so the Tellarite trotted down to Cargo Bay 1, baring a PADD containing the data the probe had delivered concerning the Mergotti system.

The medical supplies stored in the Cargo Bay soon allowed Gakor to construct an observational duck blind tailored for Mergotti's unique requirements. Of course, with out the assistance of Lt (jg) Dana and a couple of engineering Ensigns and Cadets, the Doctor would not have been able to build it. The Doctor's contribution had been to adjust the biofilters to filter out pollen and other contaminates. Duck Blinds were used to hide observation posts, so that primitives would not know they were being watched. (Thus observing the Prime Directive).

Supervising, Endris asked the Engineers to return to the lower decks, and signed off the project as complete. Kay would likely come to review the important piece of gear herself. Gakor also sent a message to the science department about the completion of the observation post, so they could add portable computers and other monitoring gear to the facility if they wished.

*** An Hour Later ***

"Ah, Endris!, There you are..." Vedic Tordiz said. "I have been trying to fetch you." The pious church man had been shocked to see the graphic footage from Earth of the President's assassination, and briefly wondered how this would effect Bajor's application for Federation membership. After this, he was further surprised that the Captain had been accused (and all but convicted according to rumor) of the crime.

"Snacks!", Endris complained. "I forgot to tell Sickbay where I was headed, and the technology that hides the Duck Blind also prevented the computer from reporting the location of my comm badge", the somewhat startled Doc replied.

"Fortunately, I bumped in to the engineering party you excused. They were heading to the lounge for a meal before going back to the grind stone", the Cleric explained.

Moving over to whisper, the former monastery leader said "We find ourselves in a precarious position. Our friend Colonel Kira was able to procure an item that might help us."

Endris frowned. Then, she recalled informing the Vedic in excruciating detail about the relationship of trust people aboard the Galaxy had in Captain Price on their journey returning for duty. It was a matter of faith, perhaps. That the Bajoran religious leader understood.

"As you know", he continued to whisper, "there are several different Bajoran Orbs. Kira Nerys currently has the Orb of Time at DS9."

"Starvation! That Orb could supply clues to the assassination mystery we now face!", Gakor exclaimed. "But how would we get to see the Orb? We are at the start of an important scientific mission."

"Rumor has it, Captain Casey threatened to transfer any decenting members of the Senior Staff."

"That rumor happens to be true, although he was a bit less diplomatic in his phraseology."

"Then perhaps you could find 'new information' that leads you to doubt the Captain's innocence. If Deiran transfers you, he will definitely be able to claim plausible deniability if you go Maverick and go view the Orb."

Endris turned around, hearing people approaching. As expected, several members of the Science department were bringing new gear to stuff the 'shell' of the observatory Gakor and the engineers had built.

"That's a good plan", Gakor said raising her voice so the others could hear. "But you forget one thing. Adam's Birthday begins at the stroke of Midnight, and only a few hours have passed since the assassination. We may yet get clues from other sources. Begin organizing to implement the contingency we discussed, but we will at least let Adam have his Birthday in peace before set off on the course of action. One false move and this Duck Blind could turn into a Turkey Shoot."

"Turkey?", the Vedic said sceptically. Having spent most of his existence in the secluded venue of a remote monastery kept him ignorant of most Terran foods.

"A rather large Earth fowl, shot with projectile weapons in sporting events.", the cuisine lover explained. "Come to think of it, several members of the crew including the Captain sometimes practice shooting clay targets. I recall someone mentioning treating the Captain for a minor tendon injury caused by a 'skeet' shoot, which is how I learned about it..."

Endris headed back to Sick Bay, reviewing Lee's medical record. She wanted to find what the stardate was when Captain Price's tendon had been regenerated. Refreshing the screen, she looked for other medical clues that might help the accused General. As it turned out, the reason Gakor had not recalled the treatment was because she had only read about it in the reports. It was while the Galaxy was taking leave on Risa, but Endris and several others were busy preparing and executing a volunteer mission away from the planet....

"Roughing up the innocent."
By Ensign Peter Lockhart.
Unauthorised appearance by Lt. Cmdr. Shtik.

Peter headed towards the shuttledeck with Ensign John McQueen. 'Commander Shtik had called, requesting an ID on an officer there. Peter hoped it was something juicy. His objectivety in the whole matter was far gone, as far as he was concerned, the man on the shuttledeck was guilty of every unsolved crime in the history of the universe, and he intended to uncover it all.

"I say we give him a good drilling." Peter said. "Make him scream and confess."

"I say we do no such thing. I say we conduct a proper investigation." John McQueen said calmly.

"You're no fun at all John!"

"Just following orders, something you should do more often." McQueen replied.

"Now what is that supposed to mean?" Peter asked, realising he'd be insulted.

"Nothing at all. I'm just suggesting you remember what 'Commander Chen said at the briefing." McQueen said.

Peter sighed heavily, and wished Mark Mulich was here instead of McQueen. His drinking buddy was always on Alpha shift however, and Peter reckoned he was going places soon. He couldn't stay an Ensign forever could he? Then he remembered his own position, and realised that people could. He laughed out loud at the thought.

"Something amusing Mr. Lockhart?" McQueen asked.

"No. Just thinking about Mark Mulich." Peter replied, as they stepped onto the shuttledeck. Ahead of them were Lt. Commander Shtik, with a red uniformed command officer. John McQueen took over, all business like.

"Commander. You want an identification run?" he asked.

"Yes please. The Ensign here." Shtik said, indicating the sweating man standing by him.

"Can I have your name, rank and Starfleet security number please Ensign?" McQueen asked.

"Uhhh... Mills sir. Jeffery Mills.... I'm.. uh.. an Ensign. Starfleet number.. err..two-six-charlie-sierra-nine-five-alpha-three-nine-nine." the Ensign replied. Peter stood by ideally whilst McQueen started running the check on his triocorder. The results came up shortly.

"Ensign Jeffery Mills. Admiralty Aide to Admiral Dekar." McQueen confirmed. He checked the photo, to make sure it matched, then announced that everything was fine.

"Good. If you could escort Ensign Mills to the transporter room then please?" Shtik said.

"Yes sir!" Peter said, a little too enthusiastically. "Come on Ensign." he said, glaring at the officer to defy him.

"Thank you." Shtik said, and returned to his work on the shuttlecraft as McQueen and Peter escorted Mills out of the shuttlebay.

"Hey. You don't have to be so aggressive you know?" Mills said. "I'm who I say I am."

"Of course Ensign." Peter said, in a not very convincing tone. McQueen shot him a very nasty look.

They reached the transporter room in very short order, and saw him off in short order. "Good riddance." Peter said after he'd gone. That was when McQueen started bawling.

"Look Ensign! I don't know what your personal opinions are, but you leave them out of your investigations on this ship! You heard Chen a mere hour ago, and already you're ready to arrest any Tom, Dick and Harry on this ship! I thought you had an argument with Mulich about the Captain's guilt?! Do you believe that everyone's guilty, or are just unable to make your mind up which side to be on?" McQueen shouted in the transporter room.

"Hey guys. Want to do this outside." Chief Jensen cut in.

McQueen waited for Peter to answer. Peter just eyed McQueen and looked down. "Okay, I was a bit out of order, but I didn't do anything." he muttered.

"Come on!" McQueen said, and led Peter out into the corridor back towards main security.

"Band on the run"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

The Captain was escorted out of the briefing area of the San Francisco Law Enforcement headquarters by Chief Inspector Bronson. Lieutenant Commander Matthew Albrecht, the Galaxy's Chief Security Officer, had decided to represent Price as his legal counsel in all of this. Matthew stepped aside and watched as Bronson walked the Captain to the adjoining transporter room where he'd be sent to a holding facility somewhere in Dallas.

Lee remained quiet after his consult with 'Commander Albrecht. Matthew had stressed that no matter how bad things seemed to be, that it was in the Captain's best interest to remain quiet and not answer any questions asked by law enforcement officials without consulting him first. The Captain didn't think he had anything to worry about in that regard; for he knew that he was an innocent man that hadn't done this terrible crime. But Matthew was successful in convincing the Captain that it really didn't matter that he is innocent, the authorities would do everything in their power to prove their case and convict the prime suspect of this crime. And at the moment that prime suspect, that only suspect, was Captain Price.

Lee regarded Chief Inspector Bronson as they silently walked to the transporter room. He was a quiet man. The strong, silent type. He had chiseled features and a darker complexion than most. He also didn't smile very much at all, which seemed to suit his position.

Entering the transporter room, there was an operator at the controls. Bronson pointed to the pad. Lee silently stepped up, and was glad the Inspector was sparing him the indignity of placing him in shackles. Captain Price wasn't sure if that was a break in protocol for transporting prisoners to the holding facility, or if he simply deemed the restraints unnecessary given the Captain's destination was directly into a Dallas holding cell. Either way, Lee was grateful. He knew that once he was beamed out of San Francisco, he'd be out of Bronson's jurisdiction and once again under the responsibility of Commander Douglas of Starfleet Intelligence. At least not having to wear the constraints would give the Captain the use of his hands in defending himself from any further brutality Douglas was looking to dish out.

Lee had an unsteady feeling as he stood upon the pad.

"Have you entered in the proper coordinates for the transport?" Bronson asked the operator.

"Yes sir. Starfleet Intelligence sent the exact coordinates which have been verified." The transport operator answered.

Bronson nodded. His eyes found the Captain's to which Lee felt it necessary to respond.

"I want to thank you, Inspector Bronson, for treating me with humanity while in your custody." Lee stated.

Bronson nodded. He knew that the Starfleet Captain turned assassin was referring to the way Commander Douglas had beaten him earlier. Bronson had put a stop to it; something he could do while Price was under his jurisdiction. But now that he was turning the accused over to the Starfleet Intelligence maximum security penal facility for holding until the trial, he knew Price was in for some rough times ahead.

"Just doing my job Captain." Bronson replied flatly. In every sense of the word, Chief Inspector Daniel Bronson was a professional. Turning to the transport operator, he signaled, "Engage the transport."

Upon hearing this, the operator activated the controls. A familiar blue transport beam enveloped Captain Price as his molecules began to dematerialize.

Then there was a surge.

"Something is wrong Inspector!" the operator declared, "Something is interfering with the beam."

Bronson glanced away from Captain Price at the controls, "What is it? What is happening?"

"I don't know. It's like something has grabbed a hold of the signal and is ripping the prisoner away."

"Can you get him back? Abort the transport?" Bronson asked looking back at the fading molecules of Captain Robert Edward Lee Price.

"I am trying. . . the intercepting signal is just too powerful. I. . . , I've lost him."

Bronson stepped over to the controls next to the operator. "Did he make it to Dallas?"

"Nope. I don't know where he is. He's just. . . gone." The operator replied.

"Run a trace. I want to know where that signal came from, and where it took my prisoner." Bronson ordered in an authoritative tone. It was obvious he didn't like the fact that he'd just lost the accused assassin of the Federation President while he was under his charge.

"I'm trying to now sir. Though it may take a while to trace. The signal is already fading."

"Then get on it. I need to know where and who assisted Captain Price in this escape." Bronson said flatly. He was already thinking of the work that would be required to throw down the drag net to track the escaped fugitive and return him to the justice system to face the crimes he had committed against the Federation.

***

*** LATE BREAKING NEWS ***

The Federation News Network symbol flashed on the screen. The familiar sounds of computers coupled with the orchestrated urgent music that played as the FNN's theme caught everyone's attention.

"This is Amanda Summers for the FNN. Our sources close to the Federation Judge Advocate General's office have confirmed that accused Presidential assassin, Robert Edward Lee Price, former Captain of the starship USS Galaxy, has escaped from the law enforcement agencies that were holding him in custody. Robert Price escaped while officials were attempting to transfer the accused murder to a Starfleet Intelligence maximum security penal facility to await trial. While details are sketchy at the moment, it is believed that the former Starfleet Captain received outside help to divert the transporter beam that was to send him directly from the Law offices in San Francisco, to the Federation maximum security penal facility in Dallas. Local and Federation authorities are working now to trace the origin and destination of the rogue transporter used to free the fugitive Robert Edward Lee Price. All points bulletins have been issued by Starfleet Intelligence, and a reward has been offered for the apprehension of the fugitive Starfleet Captain. We will bring you more news and information as it becomes available. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, already in progress."

***

Captain Price materialized inside of a dark warehouse that smelled as if it were used as a fish processing plant. It took Lee's eyes a moment to adjust to the dim lighting that filtered in through the small cracks in the siding of the antique looking building. He had expected to find himself on the inside of a modern Starfleet holding facility, so materializing here came as quite a surprise to the Captain. But not half as surprising as what was about to happen.

"Hurry, we haven't much time before they trace the transport." A familiar voice called out with a genuine sense of urgency.

Lee immediately knew the voice sounded familiar, but with over a thousand officers serving under his command on the Galaxy, he had no hope of remembering every officer's voice. "What's going on 'mate?" Lee asked stepping off the transporter pad. The Captain was about to ask where they were when he got near enough to the dark outfitted officer to recognize him. "YOU! You are that Ensign Johnson that sent me to see Senator Hansen. . ."

"There is no time to explain Captain. . ." 'Johnson' stated while throwing Price a back pack filled with a change of clothing and supplies. "We have to get moving before the authorities arrive."

"I'm not going anywhere with you 'mate until I get some bloody answers as to what is going on!" Lee fumed stubbornly. After what he'd been through with the accusations, the media, his crew, and the authorities, he thought he deserved that much.

Ensign Johnson just shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself Captain. I figure Starfleet Intelligence should be at this location in a matter of minutes. So if you'd prefer to trust them, and spend the rest of your years in a maximum security prison cell, be my guest. Otherwise, you will just have to trust me." The young man insisted with impatient eyes.

Lee pressed his lips together. After his consult with Lieutenant Commander Albrecht where he'd been made aware of the mountain of evidence Starfleet had accumulated indicating his guilt in the Presidential assassination, the Captain knew he had a better chance of exposing the frame-up if he was free to investigate what few leads he had on his own. He didn't trust this Ensign that had already lead him on a wild goose chase which implicated him in the murder of President Kinnley in the first place. However Johnson seemed sincere in his desire to assist the Captain for whatever reason. And Lee remembered that saying about keeping your friends close, and your enemies closer. He wasn't sure if this bogus Ensign was a friend or foe, but he was certain that he wanted to stick close to him long enough to find out.

"Very well, we will do it your way 'mate. But once we are clear, I will want to get answers. One way or another. . ." Lee stated in an angry, threatening tone.

"Fine. But now we need to get before they track us. Follow me." The Ensign stated before heading towards the exit of the warehouse.

The Captain and Ensign Johnson reached the doorway, a large cargo loading affair, where they paused. Johnson slid the huge door open slightly, enough to peer out at the wharf and docks beyond. Lee squinted to allow his eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight, now that they got used to the darkness from inside the fish factory. He recognized the buildings and knew that he was still in San Francisco, on Fisherman's wharf.

"It look clear, lets go. I have a hovercraft standing by." Ensign Johnson stated before stepping out and walking towards the lone craft in the parking area near the side of the building.

Lee started to follow the Ensign, slinging the black backpack over his shoulder. The two men didn't get more than a few meters before they both were fired upon by a sniper a hundred yards or more across from the roof top of an adjoining building. Captain Price ducked, but Ensign Johnson was not as lucky. A phaser blast struck him in the chest, sending him to the ground with a whelp.

The Captain scrambled to grab the Ensign and help him back inside the warehouse. Lee managed to avoid two additional shots, but took a grazing phaser blast to his right arm just as he and Ensign Johnson managed to jump back inside the warehouse. Lee's arm seared with pain, but his injury was nothing like the one Johnson had sustained.

"Easy 'mate. Let me have a look." Lee stated. He tried not to let it show on his face how serious the young officer's injury was, but the Captain was not a trained Doctor. The wound looked fatal, and Lee's face reflected that thought.

Johnson was distant eyed. He looked as if he was in shock over the injury. Or maybe just utterly surprised. The Captain didn't know what there was he could do. He was pretty sure this Johnson was going to die. Yet there were still so many questions he needed to have answered. One of them made it to his lips.

"Who is doing this to me?!" Lee asked angrily. He shook the fatally wounded officer as he asked, to try and focus his attention.

Ensign Johnson coughed and glanced at Captain Price. His distant eyes came briefly into focus as he uttered his last words, "Section 31 your only. . ." the young man then passed away.

Lee let go of the man's black tunic and laid him back down on the floor prone. * Section 31 your only what? * the Captain thought.

Glancing around, the Captain knew that Starfleet would be arriving at any minute once they traced the intercepted transporter beam to this location. He also knew there was a sniper outside of the warehouse, just waiting to pick him off when he attempted to get to the hovercraft. Quickly Lee searched Ensign Johnson's body for anything that would be useful. He found no identification, but did manage to locate the activation chip to the craft outside. Placing a hand over the young man's eyes, Lee closed the lids and then prepared to make a dash for the hovercraft. Now that he knew there was a sniper outside, he would at least have a running chance of making it before he got picked off like the unsuspecting Ensign Johnson had. Lee double checked his arm, adjusted his backpack, and then ran out the warehouse door.

Lt. Cmdr. Shtik
Science Officer
"Galaxyblanca II"

The orders were real. Shtik had packed, sent messages to Lt. Commander Sullax and acting Captain Casey. And even though the captain's future wasn't looking good, Shtik left a farewell message to Lee Price as well. Logic dictated that the Galaxy's master and commander would be back soon. Everything had been prepared and Shtik was instructed to leave before the ship broke orbit. However, there was still one more thing that needed to be done.

Shtik activated the door chime and waited for the acknowledgement before entering. Doctor D'Tarna Bellen stood in the middle of her quarters as he entered.

"Sie?"

"D'Tarna, I have not yet had the opportunity to apologize for my behavior toward you at our last meeting." There was just the slightest stammer in Shtik's voice.

"Okay, so go ahead and apologize." Doctor Bellen stated, not willing to give an inch at this point. Shtik took a deep breath.

"During our last mission, I did in fact fear for your safety during the crisis in sickbay. I found that fear so disabilitating that I felt that I was unable to perform my duties. That is what prompted my study of the Kolinahr. I apologize for any discomfort I inflicted on you."

"Discomfort?" D'Tarna smiled at him and closed the distance between them. "You and your understatement. What brought you around to your senses?"

"An encounter with a large cartoon rodent." Shtik mumbled as he produced the Peter Pan doll that he had acquired during shore leave.

"Huh?"

"Suffice it to say, it had the desired results."

"So do you actually think there's a chance for us again?" D'Tarna asked.

"I'm not certain that would be the most logical course of events at this time either." Shtik looked down at the floor before returning to meet her gaze. "I am being transferred off the Galaxy." A hush fell in the room and they both just looked at each other for a long moment.

"We never seem to get a break do we?" D'tarna finally broke the silence with a smile.

"On the contrary, 'breaking' seems to be a regular event within our relationship." Shtik smiled and D'Tarna laughed as she crossed to hug the vulcan.

"What is the assignment?" she asked.

"I am to be the Chief Science officer and second in command of the USS Sarasota." He held her tightly.

"The first time I left the Galaxy you were very supportive. How could I be any different." She forced a smile back at him. "At least you told me this time."

"I was aware of the consequences of neglecting that detail. This time, I will keep in touch."

"When do you have to leave?" She asked.

"I must depart before the Galaxy leaves orbit." D'Tarna's face faded into one of her wicked smiles.

"That won't be for a couple of hours yet." She pulled his face down and kissed him long and hard as they made their way toward the bedroom.

Later…

Shtik stepped off the Starbase's transporter pad with his duffel bag. He quickly crossed to the observation window and watched as the USS Galaxy continued its orbit, following the sun over Earth's horizon. Once over the dayside of the planet, the starship would warp out of the solar system. This view of the Galaxy sailing into the sunset would be Shtik's last view of his previous home for a long time. Once it was out of sight, the Vulcan picked up his bag and turned to go toward his new duty assignment.

Meanwhile, back aboard the Galaxy, sitting on the dresser of Doctor D'Tarna Bellen, a stuffed doll of a pointed-eared Peter Pan sat next to a holoimage of Shtik.

NRPG: Well, this is it gang. My time here on the Galaxy has been great, but I'm moving on to put my two cents worth into a new sim. I've had a lot of fun here and I've learned a lot; and I look forward to putting those lessons to use in my new endeavors. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I really do feel like I've served with the finest crew in the fleet. Come visit the website for the USS Sarasota, just as I'll be sure to come back and check up on the adventures of the Galaxy from time to time.

Mark Mekkes

"Arrested, now a fugitive?"
Ltjg Roman O'Neil M.D.

Roman was working in Sickbay, where he seemed to be a lot lately. He noticed Brooke working on a couple of officers who got in a scuffle over the Captain's arrest and T-prea seemed totally fixated on the new version of the EMH.. Work in Sickbay was never boring.

The Captain's arrest had surprised everyone. When he heard about it, he simply shouted. "Are they God damn nuts down there?!" The President's murder was highly unusual in itself in these 'tame times' but to have the Law point to his own CO was the biggest joke of all. CoS Albrecht was his counsel. Even Tim was doing what he could to help.

The Galaxy's mission went ahead anyway and they left Earth behind. Casey seemed to be in charge and many wandered if that would be permanent. Yes, nuts would be the ultimate word for the glut of recent events.

Roman also had a pair scuffling over the Captain's arrest. Such varying opinions were few and far between over all. Price had been captain long enough to garner quite a bit of loyalty and those that served time with him were determined to defend his integrity even as authorities on Earth were determined to tear it down.

The two crewmen were still shouting at each other to the point they were going to start another fight right there. With a pair of hyposprays, he depressed them on each man's neck putting them into a deep sleep. He repaired the bruising and cuts then contacted Security to take them off his hands. Time in the Brig should cool them off.

He went over to a work station, and inserted his latest case file, when a nurse put one of the monitors on. It was more coverage on the assassination with a twist. Captain Price was now a fugitive.

Roman was so stunned, he dropped a PADD. This whole case was becoming weirder and weirder. The image on the monitor was Price's Starfleet file picture with the word 'WANTED' in red black letters just in case the journalist's report wasn't enough to convey it.

If the report was true, it meant the Captain was in a great deal of trouble, from the Federation Marshal Service, other law enforcement, Starfleet Intelligence and no doubt hundreds of bounty hunters should a bounty be put out. Damn.

If Sickbay could get any more sullen, it did that moment.

"Undercover Work"
by ensign Eric Odin

Eric had gathered his list of contacts and decided to make a call to the 'rat' who was going to be his first visit. He punched in the appropriate frequency and password. He was then greeted by the odd looking face of the underground's all around black market dealer and info snatcher. Eric spoke first saying,"Hey rat I need to meet with you. I've got some questions that need some answering and I think you might know the answers to them. I know you can't stay on the line for long so you pick a time and place and I'll see you there."

The rat gave a sedistic smile and said,"Nice to see you too Eric, thanks for being brief. You want to meet, so I can pay you that favor well alright. Meet me midnight tonight at the 'lair' and you'll get any answer I can give without getten killed." Eric nodded and said,"I'll be there, see you around rat." With that Eric stopped the transmission and got ready to head out for some fun before the work had to begin, putting on his black pants and black shirt. To add the finishing touch he dons a long black leather trench coat and some dark sunglasses.

He decides better safe then sorry and packs a tricorder specially made to fire a high setting of stun as well as perform the normal functions. He slips the tricorder into his pocket and is about to leave when he hears a beep indicating someone's at the door. He says enter as he nears the door and to his surprise Lt. Gartner and Ensign Salt are on the other side. He says in a surprised voice,"Hello Anna and Astrid I hope you don't mind me addressing you by your first names. As you have no doubt guessed I am Eric and I didn't know you were down here yet, but thank you for coming. Please come in and I can do my best to brief you on what we'll be doing very shortly."

"What you see is what you get"
LtCmdr. Alex Shepherd
ACSciO, USS GALAXY

Alex drummed his mechanical fingers as he waited for the fourth Ensign from SI Data transmission section to bring his boss. So far he had talked to 3 ensigns and a Lt Commander and had gotten no closer to freeing up the Data that Casey needed. He had one more trick. As the UFP symbol clicked off to reveal the stern face of a Starfleet Commander.

'What can I do for you LIEUTENANT Commander?" asked the aged Administration officer

"Sir I am with Vice Admiral's T'lal's office and there appears to have been a glitch in our network. We have been unable to receive any information concerning the President's assassination. We need to transf…" Alex was interrupted by a wave of the Commanders hand.

"That information is highly classified. If you missed your first feed, then you are just going have to wait for the re-feed."

Alex smiled his most disarming smile, as he hunched over the view screen, "Com'on bud. You know what it is like working for a Vulcan. If the Admiral can't get that reefed, he's going to have me guts for his next Ponn'Farr episode. You have all of the correct codes…"

At least Alex hoped he did, the ones that he had had from his days, were low level -High clearance admin codes and as such weren't changed very often. Hopefully they were still valid.

"Sorry. You know procedures, you'll just have to wait." Resigned the officer.

"Lt.Commander? Have you received those reports yet?" asked a voice off screen

"Dammit!" whispered Shepherd, "Here it comes." As a Tall Vulcan came around the side of the desk, Alex could see the smirk fall from the elder officers face.

"Is this the unheard of delay, Commander?" asked Vice Admiral "Ironeyes" T'lal, Director of Administration for SI.

"Yes Sir. They say that we must wait for the re-feed." Stated Alex.

The Vulcan looked sternly at the Officer on the View screen. "DO you know who I am, Commander?"

"Yes..ess Ss..ssir," Stuttered the gulping officer. "Vice Admiral T'lal."

"Very good, and you are refusing to send me the records of the President's assassination?"

The Commander nodded slightly.

"Very well, please inform your supervisor Admiral Withers, that I will be unable to make our chess date, due to my having to salvage the data we need from our crashed system. By the way, does he still have that unsightly stuffed…what did he call it…Bass on his office wall?"

"Yes sir, he does." Replied the Commander.

T'lal nodded at the answer.

The Commander looked off screen and then smiled. "Sir as it seems that you have a engagement with Admiral Withers, we'll get a re-feed to your site now…Standby for transmission. ….." Alex held his breath as he waited for the data.

"Transmission received." Acknowledged the computer.

"Thanks you Commander. I see no reason to bring up your delay or the fact that we have even spoken. Live long and prosper, Commander."

The Commander merely closed the connection.

Alex sighed heavily. "What the Hell was that remark about a "stuffed Bass" that could've blown it all up?"

Alex watched as the Vulcan Admiral, dissipated to become the First Contact Holographic assistant. "I merely bluffed my way…Admiral Withers is an avid fisher. he is known to have a rather large "Bass" mounted in his office. That fact is in his personal logs, which I accessed."

"Bluffed? You broke into an Admirals personal log. Sheesh! Your lucky we aren't in the brig." The Hologram merely smiled. "Told you I was good?" he added before shimmering out of view.

Alex shook his head as he looked at the PADD containing the current investigation. Hitting his commbadge, he grinned

"Shepherd to Captain Casey. I have a gift for you!"

PREOCCUPATION

Lt. Mohammed Uhura
Asst. Operations Chief
USS Galaxy

Lt. Mohammed Uhura sat at his console going over the records of Ensign Logan Smith who had transferred to the USS Galaxy a couple of weeks ago. It was an impressive record and he would be a great addition to the Ops team. Uhura put done the PADD and rubbed his eyes. he was tired and he had a vicious headache and the doctor during his last physical informed him that his eyes were getting bad and he needed corrective lenses or an optical laser procedure to correct his vision but his eyes were not the reason he had this headache. Ever since the media began reporting about Capt. Price being the man who assassinated the President, Mohammed had been having trouble resting. He could not believe the Captain would do such a thing. It was just impossible to believe. There had to be an explanation but Mohammed was hard pressed to find one and he had duties to fulfill and he could not let this effect his work. But it was hard..very hard.

A young crewman appeared with another PADD for Mohammed which he took and began reading. The crewman was still standing next to him and Mohammed looked up. The crewman's name was Dewitt. A nice looking, African-American male of twenty-three. A bright young man, a little dim witted which was his nickname, 'Dim Witt' among the other Ops crewmembers. Mohammed was not impressed by that type of carrying on.

"Crewman Dewitt, is there something else?" Mohammed asked.

The crewman jumped as if stuck. "No sir...I mean yes sir...I mean...Sir, can I speak to you about something?"

"Certainly Crewman Dewitt. Have a seat." Mohammed said.

Crewman Dewitt took a seat. Mohammed noted that the young crewman seemed a bit preoccupied and concerned.

"What's on your mind, Mr. Dewitt?"

"Well, sir, it's about the captain sir. All this talk about him assassinating the President."

"I know. it's just very hard to believe." Uhura answered.

"You know that the crew is feeling the pressure. You heard about the fight in Ten Foward."

"I heard about it, yes. There are a lot of crewmembers who are very loyal to the Captain."

"Lt. Uhura, do you believe the Captain did it?" Dewitt blurted out.

Mohammed blinked as if a wasp had flown to close to his face. "Crewman Dewitt..."

"Because...I don't know what to believe. I mean...isn't it possible that he could have done it?"

Mohammed reclined back in his chair. He scanned the young crewman's face and could see that he was indeed troubled. Mohammed rose from his chair and sat at the end of his desk, closing the gap between them and making the meeting more informal.

"Morgan," Mohammed said using the young man's first name as he remembered it. "It is possible that Khan killed the President but that doesn't mean it's so. But can I ask you something, Morgan?"

The young man nodded.

"Do you believe the Captain did it?"

Crewman Morgan Dewitt shook his head then he spoke softly, "But...I have my doubts at times. I mean...The Federation arrested him and he has been indicted...Sir...is it wrong for me to feel this way. I mean...I am doubting our captain. I mean he is the captain. Our leader...kind of like the President. If someone murdered the Captain, I would be..."

"Furious," Mohammed answered more for himself than for the young crewman. Mohammed sat up straight. "Morgan, for me to sit here and tell you that I didn't have doubts when this all began would be a lie. There was a moment that I actually thought it could be true and I felt sick to my soul and stomach."

"Really!" Morgan Dewitt seemed to brighten.

"Yes, I felt sick not because I doubted the Captain but because it made me question myself and how I judge people. How well I know people. But you see, I realized something. First, it is not my place to judge anyone. Second, I asked myself this. Is Captain Price the type of man who I would serve with and support unquestionably? And I answered, yes. Is he a man that I believe and again I answered yes. He is the man that I have entrusted the lives of my family with and that man could not be the man who did this."

"So you believe that he didn't do it?" Dewitt asked.

"I believe in The Captain and that is more than enough for me." Mohammed answered.

"So am I wrong to feel the way I feel?"

Mohammed smiled at the young crewman. "You are not wrong. You are who you are and if you feel what you feel then it is not wrong."

"No one understands. I mean, I know he didn't do it but then there is so much talk and evidence and they arrested him."

"Mr. Dewitt, what do you think? In your heart of hearts, what do YOU think?"

The young crewman paused for a few minutes then after that he spoke. "I don't think my Captain would do such a thing." Dewitt said with a smile.

Mohammed smiled. "Mr. Dewitt, it was pleasure talking to you and if you have any more questions please do not hesitate."

Dewitt rose to his feet, "Thank you sir. I will."

The young crewman left Mohammed's office and the asst. Ops chief sat back in his chair and sighed. This situation with the Captain was effecting them all. People afraid to voice their concerns for fear of being assaulted by supporters of Capt. Price. He just wanted things to get back to normal. He wanted his Captain back. Suddenly a FNN news report flashed.

** LATE BREAKING NEWS ***

The Federation News Network symbol flashed on the screen. The familiar sounds of computers coupled with the orchestrated urgent music that played as the FNN's theme caught everyone's attention.

"This is Amanda Summers for the FNN. Our sources close to the Federation Judge Advocate General's office have confirmed that accused Presidential assassin, Robert Edward Lee Price, former Captain of the starship USS Galaxy, has escaped from the law enforcement agencies that were holding him in custody. Robert Price escaped while officials were attempting to transfer the accused murder to a Starfleet Intelligence maximum security penal facility to await trial. While details are sketchy at the moment, it is believed that the former Starfleet Captain received outside help to divert the transporter beam that was to send him directly from the Law offices in San Francisco, to the Federation maximum security penal facility in Dallas. Local and Federation authorities are working now to trace the origin and destination of the rogue transporter used to free the fugitive Robert Edward Lee Price. All points bulletins have been issued by Starfleet Intelligence, and a reward has been offered for the apprehension of the fugitive Starfleet Captain. We will bring you more news and information as it becomes available. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, already in progress."

Mohammed angrily shut off the news report. What in the hell was going on. The Captain was now a fugitive from justice. Mohammed couldn't believe it. Could it be true? Could it be possible? Could The Captain be guilty? Could he have killed The President of the UFP?

Mohammed's head began to hurt again and he contacted sickbay and made an appointment to see one of the doctors.

Hanky Drop
by LCDR Endris Gakor

*** Bridge ***

With fewer bridge qualified personnel on the ship, Doctor Gakor had drawn the short straw and had been elected to sit in the center chair. A few minutes after reporting to the Bridge, she watched the FNN news report of Lee Price's escape. "Snacks! That definitely proves he's innocent."

Several faces turned. "On The contrary, Doctor", a young Benzite Ensign at tactical expressed. "Why would he escape if he is not guilty?"

The Tellarite adopted her more belligerent debate tone. "Because none of our crew that requested leave on Earth have the resources to liberate our Captain. That means his 'liberation' was really a kidnapping."

An aging Vulcan Scientist, Lt Soolak, contributed a statement dictating the position of logic on the matter after breaking out of his listen/meditate mode. "Logic therefore dictates a third party, neither from the Intelligence department which was holding Lee in custody, or the Galaxy officers left behind, is manipulating events. This suggests the murder accusation against Captain Price is false." Endris was glad for the support the humanoid calculator was giving her argument.

Gakor knew her husband had doubts. Now that his client had disappeared by high-tech wizardry, his malaise was bound to escalate. The Doctor asked a yeoman to send Matthew a transcript of the bridge conversation. Then she posed a second question to the computer, narrowing the list of Price's enemies to only show persons who had access to high-power transporter over ride technology.

The Benzite officer was still not satisfied, and voiced his opinion, "Maybe one of our crew bribed a Ferengi that had equipment on Earth or something. I don't think Price is the least bit innocent in this matter."

Endris thought of other ways to further his argument. "Mr Voern, did you study the Famous Literature of the Alpha Quadrant course at the academy?", the Tellarite finally said adjusting the seat to be more comfortable.

"Yes, I did. It was most memorable. Codjery old professor Grolms had the noticeable racial accent of his Saurian mother, even if he was half human."

"Do you recall the playwright William Shakespeare, explored by the course?"

"One does not forget the most famous Terran playwright ever to pick up a pen.", the Benzite acknowledged as his breathing adaptor sped up due to his excitement. The gaseous mists he needed to respirate were actually becoming foggy enough to be visible.

"In the play Othello, the villain takes advantage of a dropped handkerchief, to fool the famous Moorish General into believing his loving wife is an adulterer, with fatal consequences. The handkerchief was left behind by accident, but Iago convinces Othello it was the token to show another's affection for her."

The Benzite considered this, but he was still not convinced of the Captain's innocence. He continued to puff the gas mixture added by the adaptor device mounted at throat level, but was having trouble breathing.

Other officers on the ship might not have noticed in time, but the Doctor saw a grimace on Voern's face not caused by the debate. Endris summoned backup personnel to the bridge, turning the seat over to Soolak temporarily while others were in transit to the bridge. The Galaxy was on course to Mergotti, and at low warp cruising speed, it would take several days to reach the planetary system, since no authorization in the orders allowed them to break the warp 5 speed limit.

Once these chores were done, she had Ensign Voern and herself beamed to Sickbay's surgery area, where Grazella and Nurse Smith had been paged to correct the Benzite's pulmonary problem. Anesthetic was soon delivered, and with the help of tricorders, they helped repair the malfunctioning breath adaptor.

Gakor found one surprise. The clog in the pint-sized machine had been caused by a tight beam scrambled micro transmitter, set to disguise its messages in the form of warp-flux emissions. Could it be she found a collaborator with the Captain's enemies right here on the ship? Checking the Ensign's service records, Endris saw the Benzite had transferred aboard from their last visit to Earth, but had previously been on Risa about the time the Galaxy had Shore Leave there.

Thinking a moment, the CMO came up with a surprise of her own to deliver. Crossing Sickbay, she removed a container of Nanites from their locked jars. She programmed the machines to design a microscopic shunt that would copy any transmissions sent by the device to the Galaxy's computer. Needing only 2 Nanites, she locked the container and returned the rest to storage.

Ensign Voern was soon cleared from duty for the rest of the day and was remanded to his quarters to rest. Unknowingly, whatever the spy reported to his superiors would now also be traced by the Galaxy's computer. The Tellarite smiled, pleased with herself. First, she uncovered a lead with the weapon that Investigators might have in custody, now she had apparently found a plant by the people framing Lee for murder. Presumably the Benzite was sent here to gather information from the Galaxy to help with the frame-up.

"The Rainbow Warrior"
by Lt Cmdr K'Eytyanna Samara - 2nd Officer, Chief Engineer

Tapping the command chair hard in annoyance, Kay waited on the bridge, wishing she could just order phasers locked onto SFI HQ and just blast it out of existence. However, she knew she couldn't and it made her mad. If this was what Captain Price had to put up with, she didn't ever want to be captain. So far, being acting XO was bad enough.

Deiran had been gone for ten minutes. Suddenly, her badge chirped,

[Casey to Samara,]

"Kay here sir."

[Kay, take us out of orbit. Set a course for the Mergotti system. Warp seven. Also, have Engineering begin modifications to one of the shuttles. It'll need complete scientific and surviellance equipment. Have David oversee the mods and have him rig up his specialty. We'll be needing that boot of his.]

"Aye Comman. Captain"

[We'll need that shuttle ready by the time we arrive at Mergotti, work around the clock Kay. Keep your Engineer's busy. Casey out.]

Quickly, Kay ran through the list of possible people who could take over on the bridge, and sent a message for Gakor to relieve her.

As soon as Endris stepped on the bridge, Kay spoke,

"Your turn. I will be in Engineering."

With that, she raced into a turbolift. Endris was able to hear Kay snap,

"Kay to Shuttle Bay. David, can you get the Rainbow Warrior ready for refits. We need to max out the science and survelliance equipment, and a runabout is the best design to work with. While we are at it, Deiran has suggested the boot special. I'll have people there to help shortly."

Once the lift was on the way, she spoke,

"Kay to T'Zaq. You are in charge of engineering until I tell you. I have a special project in the shuttlebay, and will need some personnel. 3 teams. Lt Suder and Lt Cmdr Mercury will be helping. Kay out."

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

Entering the shuttle bay with three team of engineers, Kay quickly went over to the Rainbow Warrior where David and the other shuttlebay staff were ready.

Painted on the side of the new Danube-class runabout was a stylized picture of a lush green and blue Class M planet, resembling Earth, with a bright clean rainbow. Kay quickly remebered that the shuttle had been named in recognition of one of Earth's environmental lobby groups, Greenpeace. Without organisations like Greenpeace, Earth would not have survived.

Kay stepped up onto the warp coil housing and called out,

"Okay, everyone. We have to pack this runabout with sensors, science gear and survelliance equipment. Due to the situation, Lt Cmdr Mercury will be leading a team to install some equipment. From now on, nobody will be mentioning what you see here. Team 1, you are to work with David. Team 2 is under my command, and Team 3 is under Lt Suder's command.

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Lt Cmdr K'Eytyanna Samara - 2nd Officer, CE (USS Galaxy)
D'Akana T'Mok - NPC Targ (USS Galaxy)
Lt jg. Brightspot to-Srallansre - NPC Security (USS Galaxy)

Ensign Seth Zonhieb
Security Officer

The large lizard had been standing inside 10 forward for the last 8 hours without moving. He intended to stay there forever if he was not replaced by capable officers. There were no more altertacions in the lunge. Everything was quiet.

"I wish he'd leave." The bar tender whispered to a patron. The crowd was dwindling. and there where few customers. The patron just nodded and finished his drink. He slowly got up and left.

"Doing a good job Ensign." The man called to the gorn as he left. Seth's lips moved farther apart to show more teeth. It was the best smile he could manage but it would still give little children nightmares.

"Narrow escape"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

*** Fisherman's wharf, San Francisco, Earth ***

Captain Price leaned his back against the dark wood walls of the abandoned fish processing plant. He rocked his head upwards and back, as if glancing up to a higher power, wondering how he had managed to get himself into this mess. The Federation President was dead. He's been assassinated and everyone in the free world was convinced that he had done it. Now he found himself trapped in this old warehouse on the wharf, after having been transported away from the law enforcement officials by the mysterious 'Ensign Johnson' that got him into this whole mess to begin with.

Lee took in a few wanting breaths before glancing over at the limp body of the black outfitted Ensign. He had been murdered by a sniper that now waited outside on a rooftop across the way. It all sounded like some strange espionage holo-novel. Only this was real life and there were no safety protocols in place. The searing pain in the Captain's arm from a phaser wound was proof of that.

The Captain glanced at his hand. It held the tiny red isolinear chip that activated the hovercraft just outside the warehouse. The only question was, could he reach it before getting picked off by the sniper? Lee glanced around the warehouse. Johnson had been right about one thing. It wouldn't take the authorities long to trace where the transporter beam had been deflected to. He was supposed to be sent to a holding cell in the Dallas maximum security facility, but had been diverted here by the mysterious Johnson. The Captain figured it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to figure out where he'd materialized and send a team of security officers to try and recapture him. If he was going to remain free, the Captain knew he had to move now.

Taking a calming breath of commitment, Lee steadied the shoulder strap of his back pack and prepared to dash out of the open warehouse door. Just before he went, he heard the familiar sounds of a Federation transport beam materializing. His time had run out. Without wasting time to turn and look, Lee rushed out of the entrance.

The sniper was still on the roof top. He fired several shots as the Captain serpentined across the tarmac and leaped into the open window of the hovercraft. Lee's body barely cleared the window opening, but he cried out in pain when his wounded shoulder collided with the driver's seat. The pain was so intense, the Captain lost his grip on the small isolinear chip, which fell to the floor board of the hovercraft. "Bloody hell!" the Captain cursed while fumbling to reach for the chip with his good arm. He knew he was vulnerable to the sniper every moment he stayed still in the hovercraft. He was surprised the shooter didn't take advantage of his unfortunate miscalculation and blow him, and the hovercraft, to smithereens. But for some reason, the sniper fire had stopped.

Lee grasped the chip and slapped it into the control panel to activate the vehicle. As he did the instrumentation lit up, and all systems came online. He glanced over his shoulder and could see security officers moving inside the old fish warehouse. He punched the throttle and sped the hovercraft away, just when the Security forces spotted him and began firing their phasers at his craft. A moment later, he'd rounded the corner and was in the clear. Lee knew it was only a matter of time before they'd be on his tail again unless he ditched the hovercraft. He decided to put some distance between himself and the security forces and do just that.

***

The security officers materialized at the coordinates determined to be the destination of the escaped accused assassin, Robert Edward Lee Price. It was dark inside the fishery plant. Upon materializing, the local security force activated the lanterns that rested on the end of their phaser riffles. Chief Inspector Bronson was with the group. His expression was best described as less than amused over this unexpected breakout of the high profile suspect under his charge.

"Over there." Bronson pointed at the prone body of a black outfitted Starfleet Officer. Slowly Bronson walked towards the body, while looking and listening carefully. He thought he heard something out side, but he wasn't sure. He was glancing in that direction when one of the officers checked the body of Ensign Johnson.

"He's dead inspector. Shot through the chest with a phaser blast."

Bronson didn't divert his attention from the noise outside, which he now recognized as the sound of a vehicle starting. He pointed at the open doorway while stating, "We can add another count of murder to the Captain's list of charges."

When the closest security officer reached the doorway, he could see the hovercraft gaining in altitude, with someone that could be their escaped Captain Robert Edward Lee Price in the operator's seat. "Halt Police!" he yelled.

Bronson and the others moved to the doorway and drew their weapons, firing at the fleeing hovercraft. When it got out of their sight, Bronson got on his communicator. "Price has been spotted traveling North in a gray and blue hovercraft. All units be on the lookout."

Dispatch acknowledged the Chief Inspector's signal and indicated that police units would be sent to intercept. It appeared the Captain was headed uptown.

Bronson listened to the communications chatter in passing fashion while the various units checked in and indicated their participation in the high speed pursuit and manhunt. It was just so much background noise to Bronson who was slowly walking back to the fishery plant, taking in every minute detail and clue that might present itself. Before entering the wooden building, Bronson stopped and noticed what appeared to be a fresh scorch mark near the entrance. It stood out to him, because the building was dilapidated and judging from the cobwebs, the place appeared to have been abandoned for years. Placing a finger in the hole, Bronson squinted as he turned his head and stared across the street at the adjoining building. His years of experience on the force had made him a top criminal investigator. It wasn't difficult to determine from the trajectory of the scorch marks that they were likely made by someone firing a weapon from the roof top of the building across the way. Glancing down the side of the building, he spotted a few other matching marks that likewise appeared to be freshly made. Placing a hand on his chin, he pondered over that discovery, before reentering the warehouse to search for additional clues.

***

Lee shook his head. He thought this had to be a dream - some sort of warped nightmare. It was the only explanation. He was no murderer. Everyone knew that. So why was he now running for his life in a stolen hovercraft with the entire San Francisco law enforcement agency hunting him down for assassinating the President.

"Think man, think!" he cursed at himself. He knew feeling sorry for his predicament wasn't going to assist him in getting out of this mess. Only finding the real killer of the President was going to do that. With the world, the authorities and the news media all against him, only the miracle of producing the real assassin and the concrete evidence of his guilt was going to exonerate Lee Price.

Captain Price was searching for a quiet place where he could ditch the hovercraft, while at the same time trying to avoid being spotted by local law enforcement agents that were undoubtedly searching for him. "I need to figure out who did this." Lee said to himself.

The Captain figured that this assassination all had something to do with the President's wish to establish a permanent peace treaty with the Romulans. The records that he'd examined while on the USS Galaxy indicated that effort was what President Kinnley was most involved in just before his death. Even more so than his self declared war on crime and the Orion Syndicate. Lee knew what a great accomplishment such a treaty would be for the President, and how beneficial it would be for the Federation. It would relinquish the need for the neutral zone, and for the first time in the history of the Federation, it would be at peace with all of it's immediate neighbors; The Klingons and the Romulans. He was sure that wouldn't be overlooked by anyone when Kinnley went up for reelection in the upcoming term.

Lee rounded another corner, just to be sure he wasn't being tailed. Finding a quiet looking street, he decided it was time to ditch the hovercraft before the authorities caught up with him. He slowed and prepared to park the vehicle.

The craft came to a rest easily. Captain Price immediately jumped out, nursing his wounded arm while steadying the back pack Johnson had given him. He needed to change his clothes and possibly disguise his appearance if he were going to be able to move about the city and work on clearing his name of this assassination.

Lee walked down an alley between buildings to find a spot to sit and change into the clothes in the bag. While he pulled off his Starfleet uniform and pulled the solid black turtleneck over his head, he thought of who in Starfleet would possibly want to see his career ruined like this. Admiral Braggits was the obvious candidate. Braggits had been riding his ass for over a year. As far as he was concerned, Lee was a disgrace to the uniform for his free thinking and refusal to blindly follow orders regardless of conscience. If anyone would be happy to see Captain Price rot for the rest of his life in prison, that would be the old fart Braggits.

Wiggling into the black trousers and fastening his belt, Lee gathered his discarded uniform and deposited it into a nearby recycle receptacle. Ensign Johnson's dying words said something about section 31. Lee wasn't sure what he was trying to say. Was section 31 behind this assassination? Had they been the ones that had murdered the President in order to protect the Federation, and then set him up as the patsy in the crime? Or was he trying to tell him something else? Was Ensign Johnson working for section 31? Lee had tried to track him down using the Starfleet databanks, with no luck. All he was able to learn was that that man's transporter pattern had been registered on the Galaxy, on the Aurora, on Starbase 53 and on space station Deep Space Nine. With no other leads to go on, Lee knew his only chance of figuring this mystery out was to gain computer access and try to discover what he could about Ensign Johnson and who he was working for. Checking up on the latest news about the manhunt for him, and what his nemesis, Admiral Braggits had been up to in all of this would also be likely starting points.

Rolling up his collar slightly, Lee dawned a black baseball cap and started walking towards downtown San Francisco.

"Getting Underway"
by Ensign Eric Odin and Lt. Anna Gartner
also starring NPC Astrid Salt

Without waiting to be invited in, Anna walked pass Ensign Eric Odin to the center of the room and looked about. Astrid Salt gave him an apologetic look.

"Okay, we received your message on the self-destructing tapes," Anna joked turning to look at him. "So, what's the secret mission again?"

"We are gonna do our best to find out who framed the captain and do that we will have to drill some pretty tough guys. I recently became acquainted with a few of them and one of them owes me a favor and I'm going to collect. We are going to the guy who owes me a favor first and where he leads us who knows."

"So," Anna smiled. "If your friend doesn't what to co-operate, you want us to break his legs or something?"

Ensign Salt rolled her eyes. "Easy girlfriend, you're an officer... Remember?"

"Oh! Take all the fun out of it why don't you." Anna pouted.

Eric smirks, "Actually we'll have to do something like that. We won't break any bones unfortunately, but we will get rough if he doesn't want to give up what we need to know."

"This sounds deadly serious!" Astrid commented to Eric. "Who authorized this mission?"

"I was granted LOA to help with the prove the innocence of the captain and that's exactly what I intend to do."

"To help to prove the captain's innocence, I would risk my career to do it." Astrid nodded. "Lets get to work."

"I'm with you to." Anna agreed. "The captain gave me a second chance when no one else would. I owe him that much. Besides, this gives me the chance to wear something slutty while going undercover."

"Whatever you want Anna. I don't mind telling you there might be some pretty rough guys in places we're going the places we're going. Watch your back."

Anna flashed him a feline smile. Her voice had an eerie edge to it. "I survived for a year on planet crawling with Jem'Hadar while carrying the broken body of a wounded comrade. I fought one in the Circle of Combat bare handed and won. I'm even romantically involved with a four hundred pound scaly Gnalish Elt. So trust me I can handle myself. Anything else?"

Eric smiled and says. "No, I think that and about covers it. I think you can handle the streets here if you handle the Circle of Combat barehanded. You need some time to get ready?"

"I just need to get the appropriate street cloths." Astrid said.

"And the time to develop the secret hand shake." Anna added.

"Will you please take this seriously!" Astrid fired back. "Is everything a joke to you?"

"I am serious." Anna replied. "You're just too serious. I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"I'll lighten you!" Astrid exploded. She couldn't understand how Anna became an lieutenant.

"You and what Klingon Regiment?" Anna smiled to the enraged Astrid.

Eric stepped in between both of them and says, "Let's not fight amongst ourselves. If you're angry use it when we have to 'persuade' them to give us the right answers, but I seriously suggest for now you two get ready set aside your differences and get ready to solve this damned thing."

"For captain Price's sake, I will." Astrid said.

Anna stared at her and nodded. "Same here."

"Thank you, now you two can change either in the one of you can change in the bathroom and one can change in the bedroom . I'll leave it up to you two to decide."

"I'll be waiting out here."

"I want the bathroom because I need to use it." Anna said. "It was a long drive over here and I shouldn't drank that last cup of coffee."

"Fair enough." Astrid agreed and walked over the apartment's replicator to order up some cloths.

Eric let out a sigh and then sat down waiting for the two to finish. He mumbles, "Man oh man, this will this be fun."

Unlike most of the other people in 10-4, Jake Olson was oblivious to the Gorn security officer Seth Zonhieb. He munched his cut veggies in tofu dip and red his copy of the local inforag magazine sent by Jog. There was one paticularly cheezy artical about Price on it.

Unlike most readers of such fair, Jake Olson was reading swiftly and occasionally jotting down notes. The notes were written in a type of short hand Vulcan.

Cadet Susan Jones sat down beside Jake and looked over his shoulder at the crap he was reading. "What are you doing?" she asked genuinely puzzled. She knew from earlier discussion that Jake Olson supported Captain Price dispite the evidence against him. The smear-rag article in Jake's data padd was inflamitory to put it nicely.

"Checking out the 'anti Price' and the 'pro Price' camps, watch, listen, figure out how they think, maybe motive." Jake's voice was mechanical and distant. "So far I've found more material that is anti Price than is pro Price.

"The anti-camp makes for some interesting language." Jake grinned at his own off hand comment.

"There is the fact that the anti Price data out weighs the pro nearly five to one, and much is found in smear rags. Logic dictates there is more money in the anti-camp than the pro-camp. Getting this to print costs. Some one is putting out a lot of money to channel public opinion one way. I wonder why."

"Aren't we sopposed to be avoiding taking sides and such?" Jones asked.

"This is a side project on the modifying of public opinion. I started this before the assasination, shortly after we came into Earth Orbit. Now, this business with the Captain is heated and very split. It is a very current and a beautiful model of split public opinion regardless of whom or what is at center.

"For some reason, I am able to compartmentalize my mind and set asside feelings when working with a hot potato like this, approach it as I would something nice and dull such as the opinion on the life cycle of the Papious Ant of Devo II. I am using that ability now. We must agree that the emotion here is a little easier to grasp than in the Ant situation, although there are those whom disagree with the established text."

"You are wierd." Susan left Jake to his veggies and smear rag.

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SANDY
Sandy Rene = AIM
Craftycorner = ICQ #36247063

"Trust no one"
By Lieutenant Commander Michael Jamson, Tactical Ops.

Back on the Galaxy Jamson was reviewing some of the Tactical and Operations reports of various departments. A great deal of reports were missing since the news of the captain being charged with the murder and assassination of the President. It wasn't the first time Price was arrested...but there was no honor in murdering a leader...without challenging him.

Jamson tossed one of the reports aside and looked outside as if he was stunned by the beautiful stars passing by. Not like the rest of the ship, he wasn't busy in looking and analyzing the evidence that related captain Price to the murder. Something told him it wasn't Price, he was sure of that, even when he heard of his escape.

To clarify matters and actually save the captain's neck, they, the crew of the Galaxy would need more than just pure luck this time. They always got away with it, but now? the entire world and Federation were convinced that Price was guilty, and there was nothing they could do to prove them wrong.

As a former captain and executive officer of the Galaxy, Jamson already faced a similar situation. When the Galaxy had the 'honor' of taking Admiral Blair and a Romulan Rihannsu women...named ri'nanov N'Prng, the wife of Fvillha H'Rid, Director of the Romulan plasma-based molecular implosion field project. His plan for a new weapon was huge threat for the Federation and the entire quadrant. It appeared that N'Prang was pregnant...and therefore the Romulan Empire had a claim on her. She requested asylum and an abortion, since she had some critical information in her hands, Admiral Blair ordered to proceed with the abortion procedure. Price was against it...and didn't follow the Admirals' orders and was arrested.

Back then like now, the entire crew went wild, and Lieutenant Coe, the second officer at the time had to hold Jamson from jumping at the Admiral. They also suggested to help Price to escape, but he rejected the idea. Looking back, Jamson should have sent the Admiral to Valhalla. It only proved how loyal was the crew back then and now, they adored their captain and would do anything for him.

The situation of the captain now was worse, he had no one to trust, not even certain individuals on the Galaxy, like the foul JJ Kirk. The strongest person on the ship right now, was Casey. It wasn't hard to figure that out, after hearing of his latest actions...and after all, he was the first officer.

Something had to be done, and right now.

"Prez Death 2"
By: Lt/Cmd Ryak Sullax
CSO USS Galaxy

Ryak walked out of the meeting with a sense of anger. How could the Captain have done this. Ryak had just been examining the Vid Feed and has no doubt that the Captain couldn't have done it. At a statistical probability it was rather improbable.

Ryak walked into the science department where he was met by Lt Brooks.

"Sir, you have two messages waiting for you in your office and the science shuttle is ready for your inspection."

"Thank you Lieutenant." Ryak replied. "I need you to beam down to the planet and retrieve as many of the personal Vid data modules as you can. Take a look at the holodeck vid feed and see if you can identify the people that have their own recording. Contact them and have them transmit you their recording."

"Aye sir." Brooks replied as Ryak entered his office. Ryak sat at his desk and called up the messages.

Onto the screen came he transfer notice of Lt/Cmd Shtik. Ryak read over it and immediately added his comments to Shtik's records: Lt/Cmd Shtik has served as a highly tuned science officer. He has on many occasions provided his serves above and beyond that required for his position. I Wish him luck on his new posting and have faith that he will do his job at a level above that of any other Starfleet officer. Jolan 'Tru. Lt/Commander Ryak Sullax, Chief Science Officer, USS Galaxy.

After sending the message Ryak noticed that the next message was not that of the Federation. As the Romulan Star Empire Logo appeared on his screen Ryak's Heart skipped a beat.

{Romulan}
"Mr. Sullax I am Fitak T'Sel grandfather to young Sullar. As per the wishes of my daughter I am now requesting that we are able to visit with our grandson at a neutral location of your choice. It would be honourable if you reply as quickly as possible."

Ryak looked out the window at the Earth below. This was what Ryak was not expecting. Ryak stood up from his desk and looked at the Earth and new that it was not home. This would never be home for him and would never be home for Sullar either. But there was no way that he was going to let Sullar go into the Empire to visit his grandparents. Ryak had to think about this one long and hard.

Ryak tapped him comm badge and said, "Lt Olson. Have all the information you can find on the Mergotti system and meet me at the shuttle in one hour. I am going to make sure the shuttle is ready for this mission. Sullax out."

Ryak turned and headed off to the shuttle bay to begin his inspection. Little did Ryak know, the engineering department was too getting there shuttle ready for this mission as well.

To be continued...

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

"Required Reading"
by Lieutenant Darian McGee
Counselors Apprentice - USS Galaxy

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Darian sat in his quarters, going over 'required reading' as 'Commander Dallas had put it. Well he had to say that the text was rather good, and gave him some insights to his Counseling aspirations.

That was still going well. He had moved on to light counseling duty, and thus far had passed his holodeck simulation tests with at least 'satisfactory' as the grade. In the meantime he had been helping Karyn with her 'required reading' to become a Nurse.

It would be a long road, for both officers, but not an impossible road. He continued reading over the text as he sipped on a glass of brandy. Soon he thought, he would be a Counselor, and have degrees in three fields. History, Medical and soon Counseling. At the ripe old age of 32, Darian was reinvinting himself.

Well time would tell how things went, but at the moment they looked bright...

"Losses and Gains, Part I"
by Ensign K'Alin Aldrea Noras

K'Alin looked out the window of ten-forward as she saw a vessel depart from the Galaxy. She looked at the ship go to warp against the star-filled spans of space. Her eyes looked slightly empty, as though as a large part of her life had just disappeared and left void caves in place of the deep recesses of her heart. A slighty "misty" look overcame her face as she rose her hands in the traditional Vulcan gesture of farewell. In an almost broken voice, she whispered out to someone she hoped could still hear her, reaching out with her voice and her mind.

"Live Long and Prosper."

Shtik had been a companion with whom she had formed a very unique bond, and it was one she was going to miss. She did, however, celebrate the fact that he had found his true self and learned what he needed from her to continue his life as an individual of logic and emotion. Wiping her slightly moist eyes, she watched as the ship became surroudned by the light of its warp engines before disappearing and giving a last twinkle before it was merely another speck in the universe.

"Qapla', my friend," she said. Turning back to her table, she took the last sip of her drink, then walked quickly out of ten-forward, leaving a chilled breeze to strike the cheeks of those who sat in the midst of her path. It was one of those times in her life when she just needed to get out.

The whole issue with the President's murder and the conviction of Price as the assassin was enough to make her stomach turn. Though she didn't know Price well, she could tell that he was not a murderer. Everyone knew that. James T. Kirk broke quite a few rules in his time, but was he ever made the scapegoat of the Federation? The answer to that wasn't just a simple 'no'; it was the type of 'no' that said "when the spirits escape from Gre'thor," a Klingon proverb she had learned while in their ranks.

K'Alin quickly rounded corners, dodging crewmembers almost as if she had extrasensory perception and knew exactly where they'd be. She began jogging, not wanting to run and cause any suspicion or worry. K'Alin was just the type that wanted to get from point A to point B without a lot of time inbetween, though she was still a little scared of transporters. Her lack of endurance often aggravated her, especially when she wanted to get somewhere without delay, and this was one of those times. She needed to vent.

With her attitude flared, it didn't take long to reach the holodeck. Slightly breathless, she spoke to the computer between her wheezes. "Computer ... run ... program ... Noras ... one six ... beta two." The computer promptly gave its corresponding tones and the holodeck doors opened wide to let her in to a forest. Thick with brush, the dark place was a tunnel of trees, not allowing very much sunlight in. The atmosphere was dim, to say the least, and the wood was not a place one wanted to be when avoiding altercation.

Small noises of movement echoed through the depths, and K'Alin became intensely aware as the holodeck doors closed behind her. For a split-second, she thought about turning the safeties off, but decided against it when she remembered that doing so would only result in her possible injury and blemishes on her Starfleet record. She just needed to throw something.

"GRAAAAAAHHHH!!!" came a yell from behind her.

Just what I wanted to grab, she thought. She quickly drew an elbow behind her, right into the stomach of a Zendorian. Zendorians; huge, hairy, and not known for personal hygiene; were probably the species that would win the "dumb and bulky" award were one given out. Raising her leg, K'Alin drove her foot into the Zendorian's right thigh, where she knew it was weak. She got a resounding shout of pain and anguish from the Zendorian as she drove a rock-hard fist into its groin. She then pushed herself back from the Zendorian enough for a small running start, then sprang up onto his face. Ripping his metal mask off, she became a prehistoric beast, ripping at the monster's eyes with his nails. His cries of suffering were enough to satisfy the Klingon rage within her.

As she left bloody scrapes and bleeding eyesockets on the corpse, she breathlessly sat a few feet away from it and began to ponder other thoughts. She remembered Sherlock Holmes, an infamous fictional detective of the later part of Earth's history, saying that, if all logical solutions to a problem were eliminated, the illogical, however improbably, is fairly likely to be true. Then she started to wonder something that few others might have considered: if it sounded so illogical that the captain would murder Kennley, then wouldn't one consider that it was the most likely possibility?

She almost immediately dismissed the thought, not wanting such vile notions to take over her logic. Standing up, she looked blankly toward the ceiling. "Computer, end program." The forest vanished to reveal the familiar black and yellow grid as she swiftly vacated its premises. She seemed to move in "fast forward" as she entered a nearby turbolift, executing a quick about face as she stated her location to the computer. Now that the need to "vent" was out, she needed to find some way to get the "home team's odds" up a notch. After a minute, the turbolift's doors opened to reveal her quarters. Averting her eyes toward either side of her every few seconds, she walked past the doors of her quarters, allowing them to close before removing her uniform jacket and casually throwing it onto her bed. Touching her computer console, she prepared to contact an old friend who stood a chance of bringing light to the situation at hand ...

To be continued ...

Ensign K’Alin Aldrea Noras
Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy
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