To Pierce a Storm
by LCDR Endris Gakor, CMO
with Lt Suder, ACHENG.
and Captain Deiran Casey.

*** Deck 12, Sickbay Dental Offices ***

Endris left after the question and answer session with Commander Thomas with a new problem. Gailyn insisted the Tellarite food critic try his cherry pie, which he made from canned filling from Earth. The pie was truly fabulous, but one of the fresh cherries contained a pit. Biting down on her morsel, Gakor broke a tooth and let out a very nasty Tellarite curse. Before politely excusing herself, she proceeded to SickBay at a brisk trot, paging the new dentist in route.

Lenari Vestrad had adjusted the chair to a comfortable level for the Doctor. As could be imagined, Endris was quite worked up about loosing one of her bicuspids. She worried Oinkus just wouldn't be the same! Fortunately, modern technology soon had the tooth good as new, or at least the replacement had all the qualities of the original.

While reclined in the chair, the dentist noted a few problems that would have to be fixed in the near future. The Dentist mentioned something about the storm. It had not eased. If anything, it was now larger.

Endris confessed this was delaying the return of away teams, and wondered what could be done about it. Vestrad replied with a question, "What about those fancy weather control satellites you mentioned hovering above Risa? Engineering should be able to make one from information in the library computer."

"Snacks! That's a great idea! A weather satellite should be able to make at least a hole in the storm, long enough we can retrieve our people." The Doctor said, already up and heading for engineering. An idea of this magnitude should be delivered in person, and she had some questions about the new EMH program to hammer out. Endris promised when she had the time she would return for the Root Canal procedure he recommended. The Bajoran smiled knowing his skills were being well used on the Galaxy.

*** Engineering ***

Gakes looked up and down the engineering decks, but the Chief Engineer was not in sight. She did see Lt Suder, whom she recognized from the last round of crew physicals. The Human's safety record was excellent, and the man rarely needed treatment for ailments, so she didn't know him very well.

Endris motioned him over, suggesting her plan for diverting the storm so they could pick up the over due crew members and head for their next mission on schedule. The engineer's eyes lit up as he realized this idea would work on the type of ion-effects causing the Mergotten storm!

It would take some time. He called down to the Armory, requesting a type 3 torpedo tube be delivered to main engineering. After a minor scuffle to exchange proper security codes, the best starting point for the 'rescue' satellite soon had an open housing courtesy of a magnetic screw driver.

Other engineers were soon pressed into tasks of bringing optical circuits, power supplies, wiring, and plasma conduits. But the torpedo's existing circuits were fairly close to what they needed to construct in the first place.

An hour and a half later, the housing was closed, and a period of diagnostic testing had begun. Feeling a tad useless in engineering, the doctor took the time to ask Angela Dana some questions about the EMH 2 program.

"Yes, the emitters can be adjusted. The technical specs allow one humanoid pattern to be stored, since this templet contains 20 kiloquads of facial expressions, voice tones, and even room for interesting oddities, hobbies, and such. (In addition to interaction algorithms and pure medical data)."

"Nourishment! Hearing your explanation, I finally understand why the program matrix is so large. I was thinking of making Doctor Martin a Nubian Female from Earth, It seems the crew seems a bit more at ease with women doctors for some reason. Although our male doctors are no slouches either."

Angela pointed out where to make the adjustments to the program. Gakor made the changes herself, since they required the authorization code from the Medical department to take effect. Thinking a minute, the Deltan quipped back with a joke "Are you sure making the simulation female is wise?"

Endris could see no reason why it would be inadvisable, until Angela observed, in the last 2 years, at least 4 of the female medical staff has been (or still is) pregnant.

Endris got a whimsical tone in her voice as she replied, "Snacks! I don't think the program is THAT far advanced. Who's she gonna date? Doctor Grinch? I can just see her calling him Grinchy-poo...."

Angela collapsed, imagining the two versions of the EMH program trying to simulate procreation techniques in the line of medical research. "Look at my proud baby Subroutine!" the proud simulations modulated.

Meanwhile, Suder had finished and called up to the Bridge. Captain Casey agreed to authorize use of the weather satellite to penetrate the storm, glad someone had contributed something useful.

*** Bridge ***

It was working! Counselor Dallas felt tension on the Bridge ease as the new satellite breached the storm. The bridge crew was able to lock on to the functional shuttle with a tractor beam and guide it through the gap in the storm. Sensors soon located the missing crew members from the downed vessel, and beamed them to Sick Bay for medical attention. Doctor T'Prea left out a non-Vulcan smile as she headed down to see her fiancee.

Sensors located the crashed shuttle, pulling the fragments up from the surface. Using a transporter code, they disintegrated the hull and interior of the broken shuttle so the primitive Mergotti humanoids would not be contaminated by superior technology.

One thing was missed. Perhaps the storm was still interfering with the finer settings of the sensors, or perhaps the comm screen was flung too far out of range. The power supply was still intact, but the video buffer was damaged in the accident. Later, some children from a local village would find 'the gift from the unknown giver'. Why the crystalyne screen was not destroyed by the impact with native rocks can not be explained. Some things just happen.

Over and over, an image of Doctor Gakor played on the screen. Her Porkesque Tellarite features were definitely not of Mergotten origins. Possibly more damming was the audio loop. "Gakor to shuttle craft, do you need medical assistance? Gakor to shuttle craft, do you need medical assistance?"

For what ever reason, the view screen and its unearthly contents were missed by the security sweep the Galaxy did before proceeding to its new orders....

-----
Dr. Andree Dothan, Ensign
USS Galaxy
-----

Things were not very busy in sickbay, So Dr. T'Prea had assigned him to make sure that the first aid kits, in strategic locations throughout the ship were properly stocked. The were always very easy to locate because they were always behind panels marked with a Red Cross, the symbol that humans always used to indicate first aid.

It was boring work, but certainly better than the alternatives.

Bending over to open a panel, Andree thought He heard something. no sooner did he stand up than Dr. Gakor rushed past.

Deciding something was up, he followed her into sickbay.

"Is there a problem?"

The tellarite doctor, while holding her jaw, stated, "I broke a tooth!" and with that she was off to the dental lab.

*Never a dull moment on this starship* dothan thought to himself.

Dr. Andree Dothan had just asked a question of Dr. Endris Gakor, when she suddenly froze. Her eyes were looking off into the dostance, but not at anything in particular. Arman had seen this before. Sometimes it was a Gut Feeling, a sort of premonition, and sometimes it was simply because the person had been under a lot of stress. and at least once a person had had a revelation about a problem thew were working on.

Noting that her breating was within normal limits, but a little slower than average for a Tellarite, and that her face hadn't turned pale, he knew his best course of action would be to allow her five minuites before he disturbed her.

Almost on cue, at four minuites, the doctor relaxed, and as she did so, the mergotti starshine that had been in her hand, ended up in her lap. Andree bit his tounge and fought a laugh that wanted to escape.

Once the drink ended up in her lap, she snapped out of her reverie. "Snacks! What were you asking?"

Giving her a moment to recover, she responded to her own question with "Oh, you were asking about my family! I must have been distracted because Matthew is waiting back on Earth."

Andree began to get a gut feeling that this was one of those premonition freezes the Tellarite Doctor Told the Trill one about her husband, and their marriage, and their son. She also told of the recent adventure where her mirror universe counterpart, Hoglips the butcher, had committed many atrocities.

Gailyn used his El-Aurian listening skills, responding with a question. "If the duplicate of yourself was so vicious, weren't you blamed for part of the damage?"

Dothan could not comprehend such a thing. the good doctor was not her mirror universe counterpart, and vise versa. "Were these differences enough to deflect the responsibility for the damage from you?", he asked thoughtfully.

Gakor said that Cptain Price, and her husband, Mathew had gotten her cleared about this time Andree leaves the oinkus sensing that the conversation witn the Lt. Cmdr. and Gakor was private, and heads down to sickbay

[NRPG: Took place before "Confirmation" by Lt. Suder and after "Stranger At My Door" by Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas.

"Minor (Technical) Difficulties"

Lieutenant (jg) Michael McDowell
Engineer

Starring Door, Bartender, NPC
USS Galaxy

*** Ten Forward ***

Michael sat down at one of the tables in the far Corner of Ten Forward. He made sure that he had a good view the planet they were orbiting. The enormous storm caught his attention. White and green clouds were mingled together as they spiraled towards the center. It was a truly awesome sight.

Any other time he would enjoy watching it, but now he quickly lost interest. Michael sighed. Work was taking its toll, and the price was quite high. Lately he felt like he had no energy left to do something else than sitting here or in his quarters sipping tea. And the situation with the Captain certainly didn't make things better; the morale of the crew was reaching its lowest point.

"Something on your mind again?"

Michael turned to see Door standing beside him. "Yeah, you could say that,...but haven't we all?"

"Of course, the Captain." Door said. "But there's more, isn't it?"

Surprised Michael arched his left brow. "How did you know? Are you sure you're not telepathic?"

Door smiled. "No, I'm not. It has more to do with knowledge of people and their behavior. So, what's up?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious." Michael replied. "Nothing worth telling anyway."

"Hey, just tell me. I'm a good listener. Besides, it'll feel good to talk about it." Door answered.

Michael just looked at Door few moments, not sure if he should talk about his 'minor' problem. Somehow he had the feeling that he had to deal with it himself.

"You really want to hear it?" Michael asked.

"Yes. I hate to see people who look out the window, knowing that they're wrestling with their problems." Door answered and then looked briefly around him. "And no one seems to be needing anything right now, so I have some time to kill."

"Okay, if you put it that way. You know, if you ever grow tired of being Bartender than you could always apply at the Counseling Department. I'm sure Karyn could use someone like you." Michael said and smiled.

"Me? A counselor?" Door shook his head "Nah, I love my job. I don't want to do anything else."

Michael grinned. "Just kidding."

"I know you did." Door said and smiled. He than got serious. "If you don't want to tell me about your problem, just say it. It's okay."

"No, it's alright. It's just a little problem about the workload and I don't want to bother you with it." Michael answered.

Door nodded. "Let me guess. Sometimes it feels like you're always working. And although you're getting enough sleep, everyday it gets harder to get up and do your job."

"You have the same problem?" Michael asked.

"No, but I've heard about it many times. You're not the only one." Door said and paused a few seconds. "How long has it been since your last shore leave?"

"Three months I think, plus a few weeks. The last shore leave I had was on Risa." Michael replied.

"Had any Holodeck time lately?"

Michael shook his head. "No. That is if you don't count the hours I spend in adjusting one of my personal programs."

Door took a deep breath. "I think I know why you're having problems."

"You do, huh?" Michael said nonchalantly, not really convinced. "Well, by all means, tell me."

"Really. It's obvious. You don't have to be a counselor to see what's wrong." Door said. "Just think about it. No shore leave for over three full months and no visits to the Holodeck in that same time. I'm surprised you haven't changed into a zombie yet. What you need it at least two or three weeks vacation. It's the only antidote I know of."

For a long time Michael said nothing. He didn't want to admit it, but Door was right.

"Maybe your right. And I must admit, three weeks of vacation does sound good. Almost to good to be true." Michael stopped talking and took a sip of his tea. "But I can't just walk away, now can I? Just imagine what Lt. Commander Samara would say when I submit my request for three weeks of vacation at this time. Engineering is short-staffed already."

"The 'Commander isn't known for her social capabilities, that's true. But I think the request is reasonable in your case, and I'm sure she will come to the same conclusion."

Door stopped and looked around Ten Forward for the second time. He noticed three officers who had just came in. He than looked at Michael and stood up.

"What would you do if you were in her shoes? Grant the vacation or risk a total 'burned out' Engineer?"

"I suppose the first option." Michael said.

"You got that right." Door replied and walked off to the three new customers.

=/\= "Polarity pt II" =/\=
by Lt Cmdr Matthew Albrecht
with Captain Lee Price

*** Taxicab, San Francisco ***

Matthew sat silently in the dark back seat of the tidy yellow cab that sped along a hundred feet above the rooftops. The sky was pitch black, since the moon was not out. In his pocket was the original copy of the Zapruder recording. He wondered whether Inspector Bronson knew about it, or if he had found more compromising evidence yet of the captain's guilt.

The lieutenant commander was still miserably confused about the whole situation. He was totally committed to defending the captain against the murder allegations. He just wasn't convinced of the captain's innocence after seeing the Zapruder vid. He wanted to believe in the captain; however, regardless of the evidence mounted against the man, he deserved a vigorous defense.

The cab driver was a grizzled bolian of about seventy years. He had been quiet for most of the flight, but finally spoke. "Look, mister: We're about three minutes from the police station. You want dropped off at the main entrance?" Matthew mumbled a quiet 'yes.' The cabbie, as if his 'talk cord' had been pulled, went on. "So what's your business at the station? Anything to do with that Price character?"

Avoiding the question, Matthew replied, "What do you think of all that, anyway?"

The blue-skinned bolian coughed and waved a hand around. Once his throat was clear, he answered, "It's an embarrassment. These police are fools to let that crook get away. If I see 'im, I'm taking him down myself."

Matthew groaned. Public opinion was every bit as bad as he worried.

***

The main doors opened and he stepped into the vestibule of San Francisco's law enforcement headquarters. He walked through the room, across the marble floor, and into the nearly deserted main hall of the building. Matthew stopped at the desk of the duty sergeant. "I'm here to meet with inspector Bronson."

"As am I," said a woman's voice from behind him. It was UFP Attorney General Doris McField. Another small groan escaped Matthew as he felt his hopes disintegrating. She turned her attention to the younger man and said, "Counsel, how good to see you. I hope we haven't been dragged here on some silly goose chase."

Albrecht attempted to be charming. "Miss McField, I hadn't realized you would be here personally. This is a pleasant surprise. Whatever the inspector has for us, it must be very important." He smiled confidently, even though he felt utterly hopeless.

He was certain that inspector Bronson would have new, critical evidence against his client. Add to that the Zapruder recording that he was going to have to share right away or risk being accused of withholding evidence. What hope did he have left? Tim was off meeting with the local authorities again in private. Where were Gartner Odin and Salt? Certainly they had something to show for their last few days on Earth. The autopsy results were to be released the next day; surely they could be fought on some grounds!

The security chief and the Attorney General walked together to Bronson's office. Neither wanted to be the last to know what Bronson had up his sleeve. When they arrived, they both looked quickly around the small room for the 'evidence.' Nothing was perched on the desk, or on the table. Even more curious, they both took seats when Bronson pointed.

He didn't waste much time on small talk. Matthew was aware that the inspector was nervous about having the most important law enforcement figure on Earth in his plain, undecorated office. Bronson spoke with certainty, despite his nerves. "Thank you for coming here to meet. I think what we've got here will speak for itself. It was found in the Senate building and brought straight to me here."

Bronson touched a portion of his desktop, and the vidscreen behind him lit up. The scene was quite familiar; it was the very room where the assassin was perched during the murder. Albrecht and McField watched in rapt fascination as the real events unfolded before them. The footage culminated with the shapeshifter morphing into the form of a little girl.

Bronson moved to stop the video, but McField said, "Speed it up a moment." Thirty seconds of high-speed replay later, a trio of Starfleet Security officers burst into the chamber and found the room the way it was left, with the rail gun near the window and carefully placed hairs dropped onto the floor.

"Where did you get this?" the Attorney General asked softly.

The cop said, "Wait'll you see this. It's even better, and it's from a security camera on Deep Space Nine." He ran the footage of the meeting on DS9, which showed Admiral Braggits, Captin Rema and the chameloid assassin conversing about their plot to frame Robert Price and eliminate the president.

*** Later ***

Captain Price was now sitting in the room with them, and had been introduced to the woman who had been the leader of his case's prosecution. He had just completed going over his story for the third time.

Matthew was standing, "That's exactly what I'm saying. The real killers are very obviously identified here. And in light of this new evidence I'm sure that ballistic testing will prove that the rail gun you have didn't fire the round that killed President Kinnley."

"You think I can just set your client free and order the arrest of those men?" Doris McField asked.

Bronson pinched back a grin and looked off to one side to avoid eye contact. He was amused to find that attorneys general were no different than district attorneys when it came to giving up a case.

Matthew and Price simply stared at her until she threw up her hands and admitted, "You're right. I'll never get a conviction with this evidence against me. But I don't see how this recording from Deep Space Nine will be enough to convict a Starfleet admiral!"

Albrecht said flatly, "It doesn't have to be enough. There's always more evidence when you've got the right suspects." Although he was trying to play it cool on the outside, inside Matthew was elated. He had never been so happy to be proven wrong in his life. "Besides, you've got all of Starfleet on your side. Check this out," he said, and handed her a data crystal. It was NOT the one with the Zapruder recording on it. "The crew of the Galaxy has been carefully studying all available recordings of the assassination. They've discovered a couple of interesting things. My assistant security chief explains his findings on this holo-recording."

"Crickey," exclaimed the captain. "It's good to hear they didn't forget about me on my ship. So how soon can I go home, 'mate?" he said while he stood.

The attorney general stepped toward him. She put out her hand and he took it in his. "Captain Price. I'm very sorry we made a fugitive of you. The charges are dropped," she said in her businesslike tone. "But, you may want to hang around the area for the night, so you don't get fired upon by some overeager young police officer."

Matthew spoke up, "I'll take the captain to my hotel tonight. I have an extra room."

***

Minutes later, as chance would have it, the two Galaxy officers were in the same taxi that Matthew had ridden in earlier. The captain was wearing his 'Clark Kent' disguise. The driver never thought twice about his new passenger.

Matthew activated the privacy screen and said, "She says their going to arrest Braggits and Rema. I doubt they'll find the chameloid until they can get information from the other two."

"Aye, you're probably right there," Price observed. After a short silence, Lee added, "Thank you, 'commander."

Albrecht felt a moment of intense shame for doubting his captain. "Captain, I was doing my job. I didn't actually get a chance to do anything." He thought of the evidence Price had gathered. "You were the one who risked everything and came out a winner. Good work, sir."

"We'll see," said the captain. "Is this a nice hotel we're staying at, 'mate?"

Albrecht smiled. Despite his failure of loyalty, he knew the captain was going to accept him. He felt a wave of pride wash over him. At least he could put his CO in a luxurious room for his first night of freedom. "It's very nice, sir. And, we've got encrypted communication to the Galaxy; in case you want to make a call. . ."

The sound of flesh moving against nylon filled former Ensign Noras's quarters. She'd just left her resignation on Casey's desk. She figured he was too busy handling Price's case to bother with that sort of paperwork at the moment. She quickly went through her belongings, stuffing each forcefully into her bag. Going through her dresser, she took out all the civilian clothes she'd boarded the ship with and put them in the bag as well.

Within seconds, though, she came across her uniform and comm badge. Stopping for a moment, she sighed relentingly and placed them in a nearby console.

"Computer, recycle," she commanded, turning her back so the light wouldn't blind her.

Her bag was finally packed. Her quarters looked just as they had when she'd first arrived. Turning her back to the room, she walked through its doors, leaving a cold breeze in her wake. She turned the corridors like she'd known them her entire life, twisting and turning around corners so fast, it couldn't be mistaken for anything but instinct.

It wasn't long before she finally got where she was going: the main shuttle bay.

"Ensign," she called authoritatively to a nearby officer, "is my shuttle ready?"

"Yes, ma'am," the young man said, surprised at her tone. "Ready to go."

Throwing her bag casually into the seat nearby, Noras hopped in and quickly shut the door behind her. Moving her fingers quickly across the controls, it was obvious she was in a hurry to leave.

"Dawntreader to shuttle bay control: are we clear for launch?"

[Shuttle bay control to Dawntreader, you are clear. Safe trip.]

The shuttle rose from the ground, not taking long to jet out of the bay at high impulse.

Finally, Noras was going where she truly felt she belonged.

Civilian K’Alin Aldrea Noras
Former Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy
matthewg@eatel.net

Monetary Inducements
by Rom, Grand Nagus, Ferengi Alliance.
with Vadan Bureel, Security Chief, DS9
and Quark, Bar Owner, DS9

*** Ferenginar ***

"Nagus! The funds in the assassination account you told us to monitor are being withdrawn. Someone has used the code word to move the latinum to a Kalemar account in the Gamma quadrant."

Rom left his mouth a-gap and scratched his ears. One couldn't even get good OOmox these days, with women having rights and all. "Are you certain? Who withdrew the funds?"

The assistant to the Nagus anticipated the request, and pridefully presented a datapad with the information. "I did some checking and was able to obtain this holo-image from the currency exchange monitors. It looks to be a clothed hoo-man female."

Rom activated the pad. Having spent much more time with humans than this Ferengi auditor, he could more easily tell she was nothing more but a young girl. "She's nothing but a child. That's strange..."

Rom accessed the computer, scrolling through a list of Star Fleet personnel, his eyes came to rest on one Admiral Thomas Casey. The high ranking official had been the major force in mediating a financial dispute with the Alliance, allowing the big lobed race to make quite a profit. That action had earned him a high confidence rating with any dealings with Ferengi in the future.

Glad for his engineering training on DS9, Rom accessed the computer, activating an independent subspace channel to his brother Quark, on DS9.

Rom quickly described the monetary transaction that had just transpired, making it clear that the Ferengi were not a part of the assassination conspiracy or the money laundering scheme. After some discussion, the channel was closed, and things moved on.

*** DS9 ***

It was never truly night on the space station. However, since most of the crew came from worlds with day/night cycles, the station lights were tuned to dim in simulation of night at regular intervals.

Right now, it was 'night', and few people were up and about. Vadan Bureel was genuinely surprised when Quark entered his office, looking as if he had just tumbled out of bed in a hideous crandberry, green and orange garment. The Ferengi tugged the flange of his coat to a more acceptable arrangement, glad that he had no hair to get out of place.

"Quark you rapscallion! What are you doing here this hour of the night?" It took a large effort to ignore the obnoxious hues of Quark's clothing. Bureel was glad for his religious upbringing that gave him a source of strength to rely on in times like these.

"If you must know, Bajoran, I came to discuss account 59602-Alpha-Zee-81438. I have new information that may interest you."

Quark looked around nerverously, but the touchy Klingon Qupac was nowhere to be found this late hour. Gulping that he was about ready to give some *free* advice, he knew the rules about giving and taking. It was to his advantage to build allies for future transactions now.

Lt Bureel touched his ear ring, betraying his nervous habit. He couldn't help but feel wide lobes was up to something, but try though he might, he couldn't see any profit in the scheme. Quark must have an informational 'hot potato' he felt he needed to unburden quickly.

Charging himself for 'listening' mode, Bureel sat down in his oak chair, swivelling to face Quark squarely between his peepers.

Seeing fortunes had smiled upon him, Quark quickly recounted the information gained from his conversation with Rom. Once questions were answered to clarify things, Quark excused himself and went back to bed.

Lt Bureel fondled his ear ring for a moment. He knew that this information would be useful for Captain Price's defense. Deciding to risk contact, the new Chief Security Officer of Deep Space Nine used the stations computers to discover who was representing Captain Price on Earth, and establish a secure communication link. He knew it was late there, but this information just couldn't wait...

"Don't get your pantyhose in a fuss"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Lee was full of mixed emotions during the taxi ride to Matthew's hotel room. He felt both elated that the charges had been dropped by the Attorney General, and drained from the whole ordeal. On the one hand the Captain felt like he'd scored the willing goal for the Galactic cup, and wanted to celebrate, yet on the other he was so tired that he just wanted to rest. Lee was glad when they finally reached the hotel and made it into the room.

Matthew hadn't lied, the suite was quite remarkable. The highrise hotel building had a spectacular view above the San Francisco skyline where just days before Lee had been scurrying around the streets a fugitive from the law.

There are fresh towels in the bathroom Captain, and a real water shower. The pressure is really refreshing compared to the sonic showers on ship." Matthew smiled.

Lee loosened his collar and circled his neck around slowly to release some tension. "I bet. What I really could use is a cold drink 'mate."

"I have you covered there too sir." Matthew smiled moving to the liquor cabinet. "Just about everything imaginable is in here. If it's not, it's just a few minutes away with room service."

Lee grinned slightly, "I'm glad to see you 'made do' with the accommodations while here 'mate. . ."

Matthew pulled out a glass and began pouring himself a drink. A wry grin on his face. "No worries Captain, it will be on your bill." Matthew resealed the bottle he was using and glanced at the Captain, "What will you have sir?"

"Saurian brandy 'mate, in a tall glass."

"Coming right up Captain. . ."

A moment later Matthew walked over and handed Lee his drink. Raising his glass, he toasted, "To being proven an innocent man Captain."

Lee nodded, clicking glasses and then took a healthy swallow from his drink. The liquor, like the accommodations at this hotel, was first class all the way. The Captain pointed to his glass, "That's good brandy."

Matthew nodded, "Everything is pretty good here Captain. So, now that you are a free man, what will you be doing sir?"

"Well, taking that shower is a good idea." Lee stated removing his black hornrim glasses. Glancing at them in his hand, he chuckled slightly.

"An interesting disguise Captain. Though I must admit, it is strange seeing you with dark hair." Matthew commented.

Lee ran a hand over his head, "Aye. Nothing that can't be fixed now that this is all over. I'm gonna take that shower now. Check the news, they should be announcing my release I expect."

Lieutenant Commander Albrecht watched the Captain go into the other room before activating the view monitor and adj

usting it to the local broadcasts. The latest FNN newscast was on, with their anchor person, Amanda Summers, reporting.

***

"This just in. Reliable inside sources have discovered a civilian holo-recording of last Tuesday's assassination of UFP President Jeffery Kinnley. As you can see in the inset enhanced footage, the gunman can clearly be seen taking the fatal shots that killed the President. This leaves virtually no doubt over the guilt of former Starfleet Captain, Robert Edward Lee Price."

Matthew watched the broadcast with stunned shock. Evidently no one from the DA's office had contacted the press and announced the Captain was wrongly accused, or that it was a chameloid assassin they were looking for. Granted it was late and assembling a press conference would take some time, but having this info come out, and be broadcast throughout the quadrant was really damaging to the Captain. It only got worse as Matthew listened.

"Several local business associations, unhappy with the effectiveness of local and Starfleet law enforcement agencies have issued a reward for the capture of the fugitive Robert Edward Lee Price. Those with information about his whereabouts are urged to contact the below agency to qualify for the reward for information leading to the fugitive's arrest and capture."

Matthew finished his drink and placed it down on the table as he moved towards the bedroom.

"We will be back after a brief word from our sponsor, Slug-o-Cola, the slimiest cola in the galaxy. Please stay tuned. . ."

***

"Captain?" Matthew called out.

Lee was in the shower, enjoying the hot water and steam as it poured over his body. It felt like it was melting away the tension, along with the accumulated dirt from the last several days.

"Aye 'mate, what's up?"

"The local news agencies haven't learned of your release yet. The DA must not have held a press conference. There is a reward for your capture being offered. A bounty of sorts from a league of local business men." Matthew explained.

"That figures. The DA should take care of it once they make their announcement." Lee stated letting the water run over his head.

"They also are airing the Zapruder recording Captain. The one that shows you, that is the chameloid that looks like you, firing the shots at the President. It doesn't look good sir."

"I see. That should enrage a few of the locals I expect. Like that friendly Bolian taxi driver fella we rode back with."

"My thoughts exactly sir. Maybe we should consider quietly slipping away, when you finish, on board my shuttle. It seems safer than staying here and waiting for the DA to hold a press conference and for the word to get out." Matthew advised.

"Sounds like a plan 'mate. Give me a few minutes. You might want to contact the Galaxy and let them know we are on our way."

"Will do Captain." Matthew agreed.

The Lieutenant Commander began walking back to the living area to use the communications device there, when he noticed an incoming hail. Activating the device, the view screen filled with the image of a Bajoran Starfleet Officer over a secured channel.

"This is Lieutenant Commander Albrecht, how can I help you Lieutenant?. . ."

["Lieutenant Vadan Bureel, Chief of Security at Deep Space Nine. I have some information for you 'Commander. It may be helpful for your client, Captain Price."]

Matthew nodded. He knew the Captain was cleared of his crime, thanks to the recordings he'd obtained. One of which was from DS9, though not knowing the details, Matthew decided it would be better not to bring that up. "I'm listening Lieutenant. What do you have?"

["I've been following the news coverage of this interesting case. After doing some checking of the security files here at the station, I was able to discover a covert meeting between some Starfleet officials and a unidentified civilian."]

Matthew nodded. This was exactly the footage Captain Price had copied and presented in his defense. "That is quite interesting Lieutenant, please, tell me more."

["I believe I have an idea of who the civilian is. I had trouble tracking him down since he didn't appear on any of the other surveillance recordings on the station. However now I think I know how he managed to gain passage to and from the station undetected. I believe the real murderer of President Kinnley is a chameloid."] Bureel stated over the channel.

Matthew nodded. It was good having collaborating evidence. "That is our belief as well Lieutenant. We have managed to uncover a previously unknown surveillance recorder in the Senate building library. It shows the actual assassin assuming the form of Captain Price just prior to taking the fatal shots. He then shifted into the form of. . ." Matthew explained and was cut off by the Lieutenant.

[". . .of a little girl and got away?"] Bureel asked.

"That is correct. You know something of this person?"

["Only that this 'little girl' masquerade was how he or she gained access to DS9 earlier. And it's also this 'little girl' that has recently accessed a certain bank account on Ferengenar where half a million credits of gold pressed latinum were deposited. And this same 'little girl' is scheduled to arrive at DS9 within the next eighteen hours, supposedly to catch a transport into the Gamma quadrant."] Bureel explained.

"The assassin is making a run for it." Matthew stated out loud.

["Exactly. I thought you might find this information useful in your client's defense."] the Lieutenant nodded.

"Thank you Lieutenant. I'm sure you've been invaluable in helping to see that justice is served." Matthew stated.

["Just doing my part 'Commander. Shall I make arrangements to detain the little girl for questioning when she arrives?"]

"You might want to do that. With any luck, we should be there to back you up once the authorities find out about the truth. Thanks again for your help on this."

["My pleasure 'Commander. Vadan out."] the DS9 Chief of Security closed, terminating the channel.

Captain Price came walking out of the bedroom, toweling off his hair which was now it's normal "white" color once again. "What did Commander Casey 'ave to say 'mate?"

"That wasn't the Galaxy." Matthew stated while turning to face the Captain. "It was Lieutenant Vadan at DS9."

"What did he want 'mate?"

"He figured out that the assassin is a chameloid." Matthew stated.

Lee grinned, "He's a smart cookie that one. Well, it doesn't matter now that this is over."

"He also tracked down the chameloid through his bank accounts on Ferengar. The Lieutenant believes he will be arriving at DS9 within 18 hours disguised as the little girl to escape through the worm hole into the Gamma quadrant."

"Crickey! If he makes it, he will get clean away with murdering the President for latinum."

"Half a million pieces of gold pressed latinum to be exact Captain. If we leave now, there is a chance we could get there before he gets away."

"A shuttle could never make the trip in time 'mate. At warp factor three we'd be too late."

"That's true sir, but if the Galaxy were to meet us along the way. . ."

Lee smiled, "That's thinking 'Commander. At maximum warp, we could just make it. Let me finish getting ready and we can get started.

***

Less than a half hour later, Captain Price, Lieutenant Commander Albrecht, and Lieutenant Tim O'Connell are on board the shuttle, heading towards space station Deep Space Nine.

"Let's open a channel to the Galaxy 'mate." Lee requested from the rear of the shuttle.

'Commander Albrecht glanced over at Lieutenant O'Connell who sat next to him. Tim opened a channel.

A moment later the view screen flashed with a not so happy Commander Casey filling up the viewer from the Ready Room.

["What the hell is going on there 'Commander?! I just saw a FNN broadcast that shows the Captain killing the President! You are supposed to be clearing the Captain, not sending him to the chair!"] Deiran fumed.

Matthew was about to respond, but Captain Price stepped forward placing a hand on the 'Commander's shoulder while leaning forward.

"Don't get your pantyhose in a fuss 'mate. The 'Commander did a bonzer job. It's not his fault the FNN is reporting old news, or that the DA's office is reluctant to hold a press release where they have to eat a little crow." Lee smiled.

["Captain!. . ."] Deiran smiled, ["Then it's over sir? You've been released?"]

Lee nodded, "Aye 'mate. Once the Attorney General saw the evidence that showed the actual assassin was a chameloid that shifted to look like me, they had no choice but to turn me loose. But it's not quite over. Not yet anyways."

["What do you need Captain? Just give the word and I'll see that it's done."] Commander Casey expressed.

"The bugger that did this, the chameloid assassin, is collecting his loot and plans to escape the Federation by using the worm hole at DS9. We are heading there now. I was hoping you could take the Galaxy and meet us along the way. Since I haven't formally been reinstated as Captain, I can't order you to. . ." Lee started to say.

["No worries sir. We will break orbit and be on our way in the next few minutes. There have been a few minor difficulties here at Mergotti, but not to worry, I can take care of that. See you in a few hours Captain."] Deiran explained.

"Fair dinkum 'mate. At maximum warp, the Galaxy should just make it to DS9 before the chameloid gets away. I want to be there when the bastard is taken into custody. . ." Lee insisted.

["Understandable sir, after all you've been through. See you in a short while sir. And 'Commander I'm sorry about before. We are kind of out of the loop here, and only have the news broadcasts to keep us informed."] Deiran stated.

"Forget about it Commander. See you in a few hours." Matthew smiled.

["Galaxy out."] Deiran closed the channel.

***

*** Bridge, USS Galaxy ***

Commander Deiran Casey came walking out of the Captain's ready room with an unusually happy jaunt in his step. Making his way to the command well, he stood next to Lieutenant Commander Hermedhie, who'd pulled midnight watch that evening.

"'Commander, sound Red Alert. I need you to prepare for saucer separation. The saucer section will remain here at Mergotti to support the rescue mission to evacuate our crew members from the storm on the planet, while myself, and the senior officers needed to pilot the battle section, will head for Deep Space Nine at maximum warp." Deiran announced.

"What's going on sir?" Raesene rightly asked.

Deiran smiled victoriously, "We are going to rendezvous with the Captain. He's been released of all charges. 'Commander Albrecht and Lieutenant O'Connell are with him. We are heading to DS9 to catch the real Presidential murderer before he escapes through the worm hole. We've got less than 18 hours to nab him before he slips through the cracks."

"I see sir. Well in that case, let's do it then!" Raesene stated, sounding somewhat like the Captain's Australian accent.

Ensign Seth Zonheib
Security Officer

As the duty roster posted noted, Seth was outside the docking port on deck 20 when the red alert sounded. He checked the computer for the type of emergency and noted it was only a saucer seperation. No reason to leave his post. When the ship seperated he would be on the battle section. Still standing in front of the access port to the ship.

While in space there was no way anyone could use this docking port. But, in a few hours when they reached DS9, Seth would be standing by the only exit or entrance.

Galaxy

Title: Here and now
Thread: Crashed Shuttle Charley
Author: Sandy

Character: Jake Olson

JG was sitting in his seat, feeling really depressed. He looked over at Jake taking some type of reading.

"I can't get anything." Jg said. "Static on all frequencies."

A frisky little pup from Foxie's litter was playing with Jake's boot. Mother chirped, and the pup took off with it's siblings for a lesson. The litter grew fast. They were nearly at an age where a den was not needed.

"What's the status of the replicator? Any go on that?" Jake asked gently.

"Nope. We're outa rations."

"Hmm, looks like I should follow Foxie with a survey ship, see what's edible."

"Your going to do what?" jg looked up at Jake, certainty of Olson's nuttiness in his face.

"Foxie knows the terrain and how to avoid locals, she'll help that way, and she also knows what's edible and what's not."

"Ok, now how do you propose we cook this crap you gather?"

"See that little dish with the rack on it? Solar power will roast what we find." Jake told him, "Don't worry, I won't go far, Foxie has a limited home range."

"Jake, are you aware that we may not get home?"

"Like I said, there is a lot riding on us being found, plenty of fat will end up in a fire if we aren't found. I know waiting is not easy, but we've gotta keep our eyes on the here and now or else we will run fowl. I'll be back soon." Weird little Jake took off after his guide. Jg just sat there, shaking his head.

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SANDY
Sandy Rene = AIM
Craftycorner = ICQ #36247063

"Waiting it out in the saucer section."
By Ensign Peter Lockhart
With an unauthorised appearance by Lt. Cmdr Chen

Red alert had just sounded and Peter was swearing and cursing in his quarters. Barely into beta shift, Peter was totally exhausted and the bloody klaxon was sounding loud and long, wanting him to get up. He scrambled on the floor looking for his trousers of his uniform. He knew he'd left them here somewhere.

"Chen to Lockhart." suddenly came over the comm. system. The red alert klaxon stopped screeching, but the lights kept flashing.

"Lockhart here." Peter said tapping his comm. badge, but continuing to scramble on the floor for his trousers.

"Where are you at the moment Ensign?" Chen asked.

"I was in bed sir." Peter said, grabbing his trousers and trying to get them on.

"Good stay there. We're about to.." Peter, trying to get his trousers on fell over his shoes and went straight onto the floor with a loud crash followed by a slight moan. "Ensign? Ensign, is everything okay?" Chen came on.

"Yes sir. Just trying to get my uniform on sir." Peter explained quickly, trying to get up, but finding his left leg hurt like hell.

"Well, we're about to separate the saucer section. I want you to stay in that section for the moment. You don't need to report for duty just yet. I realise that you can't do three shifts on the run. However, I want you to report for Gamma shift." Chen said.

"Yes sir." Peter said, stifling a cry of pain as he touched his left ankle.

"Excellent. Chen out." and the comm. system shut off.

Peter finished getting his trousers on, but his ankle hurt like hell. He'd probably twisted it. Which left him in a dilemma. He could either climb back into bed with a twisted ankle, and hope for the best, or he could go to sickbay, cutting into valuable sleeping time. It was a difficult decision, but Peter realised that if he wanted to play football later, he'd have to get the ankle seen to.

So he put his right shoe on and started out of his cabin. In the main corridor, officers and crew members rushed about in a great haste, trying to get to one area or another. Peter just decided that the best way forward was to prop himself up against the left side of the corridor and limp along. No one seemed to notice he was in pain, so concerned where they with the situation developing.

Peter hadn't made much headway when suddenly his shoulder was grabbed and he was helped along. He turned to his rescuer to see the face of Ensign Neg'Puj.

"Are you okay Ensign?" she said.

"No!" Peter bawled. "I think I've twisted my ankle and it bloody hurts!"

"And you're supposed to be a security officer." Neg'Puj said.

"I can still moan like hell." Peter continued to cry.

"So you can. Come on Ensign. We'll get you to sickbay." she said and started helping Peter along the corridor towards the turbolift. As the corridor traffic reduced, it got easier all the way.

They entered the turbolift and whilst Neg'Puj called for the destination, Peter took a minute to have a look at her. Damn, she looked very pretty at the moment. Peter started wondering whether he had a chance with her or not? Was she dating? Anyone he knew? What did she think of him? It was about now that she looked at him with a slight smile. Peter's immediate reaction was that he was in with a good chance. Then it slowly dawned on him that she was a betazoid.

"Shit." Peter said, and started thinking about last week's holovised football match.

"I think I might be a little too rough for you Ensign." she said smiling, and Peter then remembered she had been brought up as a Klingon.

"Shit again." Peter said, and concentrated even harder on that goal scored by Jamie Ricard. What a fine goal it had.... the turbolift doors opened and Neg'Puj grabbed him and started helping him along the corridor.

"But I'm very flattered Ensign." she said.

"Yeah." Peter said, his voice rising by an octave. He tried to keep his mind a blank for the moment, or else debate how drunk he was going to get later. They arrived at sickbay in short order and Neg'Puj helped him inside.

"See you later Peter." she said heading off, still wearing that silly smile. Peter decided to moan theatrically in the hope of attracting some attention from the nearby doctors and nurses.

"Side Trip: Part 5"

by Ensign Eric Odin and Lt. Anna Gartner
NPC Astrid Salt

Eric looked at Anna and Anna looked at Eric with the same thought in mind, let's get off this thing. Eric was the first to speak,"Ma'm what are we going to do about the cardassians, Do you think they'll fit aboard the runabout?"

Anna looked over the panicking Cardassians before as the ship alarms continue to blare in the background. "I don't know but wecan save as many as possible." She tapped her comm badge. "Anna to Astrid!"

"Astrid here."

"We have a new situation here. Someone is messing with the ship's engines. They're going critical." Anna reported. "Start beaming the Cardassians over to the Haven immediately."

There was a brief paused when Astrid replied. "No can do ma'm. The smugglers ECM is keeping me from locking onto anything except your comm badges. I can pull you guys out but no one else."

Eric and Anna gave each other a glance, both wondering what to do.

"Please!" A female Cardassian begged to them. "Don't leave us!"

"We're not." Eric promised her, before looking at Anna. "We have to get down to engineering and stop that warp core overload."

"I'm way ahead of you!" Anna replied sternly before matching out into the corridor, blazing a path to engineering with Eric hurrying to catch-up.

~Does she have a death wish?~ Eric wondered to himself.

Anna reached engineering before Eric, but waited since he would probabaly know more about how to stop the overload. Eric was a couple of seconds behind her and pulled out his tricorder and scanned for any lifeforms of the other side of that door, luckily none. He opened the door and they stepped inside. To Eric it was obvios that this core was fairly large and if it went it would go big. He quickly moved to the engineering console and tried to access it. He was met only with safeties that were blocking all of the core shutdown processes. Eric really had to think now, he didn't have time to hack into the system. Then he thought about something he knew starships did in the case of extreme emergencies, jettison the core. He began to access the correct program for doing this and was happy to find no safeties on this system. He looked ot Anna who was making sure he was safe to do his thing and reported,"Ma'm all of the core processing controls are blocked by safeties that go down to the sub-routines, but the jettison controls were left unblocked. I believe this is our only option and once we jettison the core the Haven can tractor the core out of range to do any harm. Do I have your permission to proceed?"

"You're the expert here Eric," Anna said, giving the glowing warp core a worried look, as it built its way to critical mass. "Proceed!"

Suddenly the air was filled with the piercing whine of a disruptor before a console next to Eric exploded. Both Starfleet officers turn to see an Andorian standing on a platform behind them. The blue skin alien aimed his weapon again. Eric reached for his phaser that he put away to work on the engineering console, when Anna stepped in front of him leveling her weapon to fire.

The Andorian and the blonde lieutenant fire at each other at the sametime. Anna missed but the Andorian did not. She dropped to the deck with a short but loud cry.

"Anna," Eric cried out as he took aim at the Andorian."Oravwa mesame," he said as he shot and hit the andorian dead center on the chest. He then moved to Anna and said,"Are you alright?"

"Ow." She replied half-gritting her teeth saying, "Luckily it only hit my knife in my tunic. I feel a little on the toasty side but I should be all right."

Eric nodded and then stated, "With the console blown out I'm going to have to find another one so I can get that core to jettison. If I can't find one then I'll ahve to try and do it by crossing some wires down by the engine and try to get out of there in time." Eric went to work looking for a console but didn't find any to his dismay. So he went over to the growingly volitile core and climbed down right beside it. He had found out this technique during many engineering simulations that had only two possabilities:The ship blows or the core jettissons without the use of a console. Eric reported to Anna,"I have to jettison the core by crossing the wires. It's really risky, but it's theo nly way to do it. If I don't see you again it was an honor serving with you Anna."

"Likewise," Anna nodded with a smile. "But I will be very disappointed to survive through the Dominion war to die here."

Eric smirked and replied,"Luckily you won't die here. I am the one who will be in danger, I'll do my best to save everyone and try to stay alive in the process." With this he begins climbing down to a junction box which contains one of four release valves along the way. He opens the case but leaves this one hooked up, so it doesn't release as he is down at the bottom. He continues to climb, the pulsating core growing more hostile in it's vibrations. He reaches the second box and opens it, this time he pulls the servo out,twists and re-inserts it. He then types in the propper command for manual core jettison and the computer acknoledges it. He moves down and does the same to the other two junction boxes and servos. He then climbs back up to the first junction box and yells to Anna,"You might want to hold onto something, no telling how different this ship's core jettison is from Federation starships."

Anna moved to the nearby wall, wrapping her arms around a support beam. "Let me get friendly with this bulkhead then."

Eric then tapped his comm badge. "Eric to Astrid. We're going to eject the warp core, you might like to back away to a safe distance."

Astrid responded plainly,"Acknowledged and good luck." The runabout backs off as suggested and Astrid waits to see what will happen.

Eric battles the pulls of the air pressure, but realizes that he can't beat it and thinks that maybe one of his secret technques could save him. He promptly fires an energy blast in proportion to the air pressure and he holds out just long enough for the air pressure to seal. He falls down exhausted, considering he'd never had to do that for more than a second or two."Anna, are you alright," He yells hoping she faired as well or better than he did.

"Ya," A voice replied, as Anna came into sight. Her long hair a disheveled mess about her face as she tried to brush it away. "Except I got to get a hair cut!"

"Runabout 'Haven' to Away team." Astrid voice chimed through their comm badges. "Is everyone okay?"

"We're okay," Anna replied. "A little roughed up but we're in one place. Are you all right?"

"The warp core shot off like a bullet and detonated about 2000 kilometers from our position. It just made for pretty fireworks."

Eric got up alittle stiff and just getting his breath back, he walked over to Anna and offered his hand saying,"Let's go get those cardassians and let's get out of here."

"I hear you." Anna replied as she accepted his help up. "Lets check the rest of this ship out and hopefully the USS Nelson will be here soon to assist us."

"Surveillance" pt. 3
by Lt. Commander Thomas
Starfleet Liaison Officer
USS Galaxy

** Mr. Robert Price's Quarters **

He resumed his scan of the room. He wasn't sure if he would find the other person's signature of being in the quarters, but he of course had to try. He would continue scanning the quarters and then once he was done here, he had other things to check upon. He had to speak with several other people and then after that he had to speak with a few people.

He knew that he was going to make some enemies by the time this was all over. The question would be just how many people could he tick of and make them dislike him before the day was done. Of course that wasn't his intention, but it was the unfortunate part of the assignment that he'd been given.

He wanted to see what the computer would give him, but he suspected that it would take some more time. He already knew based upon his scans of the captain's former quarters that he'd been on the ship recently. He couldn't of course prove that because there wasn't enough solid evidence yet, however he did have some prints and signatures to prove that the commander and captain had been in here recently. He would of course have to include this in his report that he was sending out to Starfleet Command, regarding his investigation. He would now unfortunately have to include Commander Casey in the report as obstructing justice and possibly aiding and abetting a fugitive. He also hoped that the captain and commander would be able to find proof that the captain didn't kill the president. Which would then make his report null and void, but he would have to report this incident nonetheless.

He was also a little ticked at the commander's blatant actions and abuse of the room Chris had been asked to give him. Commander Casey had used their friendship and that of his and the captain's to get Chris to give him breathing room, while he worked to help the captain in someway.

"Computer time to completing the download?" Chris asked as he entered the captain's closet and started scanning away in there. He felt odd being in Price's quarters snooping around for something to provide more evidence of his involvement and possible finding evidence of other members of the crew being involved.

"Eighty percent complete." the computer said.

Chris knew that his extensive use of the ships computer systems would catch the Chief Operations Officers attention. He of course wasn't really worried about it either, because he was only doing his job and it required him to use the ships computer to a major degree.

"computer what's the status of rebuilding the recent activity of this terminal." Chris said. He suspected that someone had wiped the system clean.

"Working." the computer said.

He came out of the closet and walked over to the desk. It was time for him to sit down and work with the computer on reconstructing what the terminal had been recently used for to look up, he knew the who, but why was the question.

Chris sat to work on rebuilding the information, working in-conjunction with the computer.

** Later **

Chris was hungry and decided that he should make a stop at 10-forward and grab a quick bite to eat before resuming his investigation. He needed to spend the next few hours talking with members of the crew after he got done in 10-forward. He started typing notes on his padd noting who needed to talk with before the day was done. He was probably going to make a few people mad with him, but he couldn't help it, he had a job to do.

He wanted to speak with all the department heads of the Galaxy and he also had to speak with Commander Casey once more, but he would save commander Casey for last. He had to gather his information and be ready to go in for the kill with the commander if he didn't answer his questions honest and straight forward. He of course wasn't expecting the commander to be very open to that idea.

He departed the captain's ready room, sealing it with a security lockout and an audible warning, noting the room was being deemed a criminal site and off limits to anyone expect authorized personal. Which he was the only authorized to be in there, and anyone else wanting in there would have to speak with him. He wanted to control the site, of course had he been thinking in advance and really being a hard head, he would've secured the captain's quarters as soon as he came onboard the ship. Of course now had he done that then he wouldn't likely have managed to have evidence to state that Mr. Price had been on the ship recently. When he should've been in jail, and wouldn't be very interested in the Opaka shuttle that had left the Galaxy just a short time ago.

He could've said that he'd planned for it to happen this way and would in his reports, but in truth he was in the beginning trying to help out with the problem. Now he wasn't playing their game, he had no choice but to play hard ball with them. Time for being Mr. nice guy was ending, he had a job to do and that was to investigate the crew and namely Robert Price.

Christopher Patton
ICQ # 11497863

"Continued P2"
By: Lt/Cmd Ryak Sullax
Chief Science Officer, USS Galaxy
reviewed by Captain Price

Ryak gained control over the Runabout and spun it around and headed towards the Galaxy. Ryak had absolutely no idea why he gained control over the ship and he had no idea how he was going to get the Runabout back on the Galaxy. Ryak did a check of all systems and came to the conclusion that propulsion was the only system working. As the shuttle came closer and closer to the Galaxy, Ryak noticed that the ship was not in all there. The only thing was the saucer section. Ryak moved the runabout in the direct course of the Galaxy's saucer section. Which appeared to be heading towards the planet. Ryak was in no way going to let the Galaxy lose the saucer section.

Ryak materialized in the center of the bridge. Without even looking around the bridge to see who was there Ryak headed to the science station and as he made his way there he said, "Lieutenant Commander Hermedhie, This ship is not to get any closer to the planet. I have an idea that will allow us to get closer but not as of yet."

As Ryak began to call up his station he continued, "What order are you following, Commander?"

"The Galaxy separated to one, rescue the away team while the other half goes to get the Captain from DS9." Hermedhie replied.

"What are your orders?" Ryak's hands where moving fast over the controls. Before Hermedhie could answer Ryak continued, "That will not due. The idea of using the weather satellite is a good one but it will not work as is. Lt/Cmd Hermedhie, it would be wise to do nothing more until I return. I will be in my science lab. Have the satellite sent there."

Ryak left the bridge and headed for his lab. Ryak entered his lab and began the preparations. When the satellite arrived Ryak shook his head at the logic of leaving the saucer section to take care of this mission. This in a scientists mind left him at a disadvantage. Ryak made the changes to the satellite and had it sent back for departure.

Ryak entered the bridge and said, "Move us a close as we need to be to deploy the satellite." Ryak called up his screen and began to adjust his controls to control the modified satellite.

"Ok Lt/Cmd Sullax. I hate to be some what inquisitive. But I am in Command here. Not you! What is going on?" Hermedhie said in a very irate voice.

"Commander," Ryak began as he turned and stood as every smug Romulan would, "I do not want your command. You have full control over this ship. I though have full control over this mission. If you do not want the away team back, then move the saucer section where you wish. I do have to say that if you do as I request we will not be harmed in the process of the rescue."

Hermedhie turned away in frustration sat in the command chair.

Ryak returned to his terminal and finished adjusting his controls. When the Galaxy was in position Ryak launched the satellite. Everything went well. The satellite moved towards the planet and began to clear a path in the ionic storm. Ryak moved the sensors around to locate the away teams. When Ryak found them he turned to Hermedhie and said, "It is in you court now Commander. I suggest that you retrieve the teams as soon as possible. We are going to need to boost the output to the tractor beam and retrieve the shuttles. The saucer section is not to move any closer to the planet. If we do the storm will short out the entire ship causing us to crash to the surface. That will be a major breach of the Prime directive." Ryak turned to the science Ensign at the secondary terminal and said, "You watch the satellite and bring it back on board when we are done." Ryak turned back to Hermedhie and said, "If you need me I will be in sickbay retrieving my son."

Ryak turned and headed to sickbay.

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

Galaxy

Title: Burp
Thread: Crashed Shuttle Charley
Author: Sandy

Character: Jake Olson

NRPG: Jake is amnesiac, no memory of the Galaxy or Sullax.

Jake returned, and just then, some silent equipment decided to chirp.

"Bingo, time to pack up." Jake announced.

"Say what?" jg stared at Jake.

"Time to pack up, get our gear together, secure all science projects, we are about to be picked up." No sign of joke on Jake's face, this guy was serious, the jg decided.

"I don't get it," jg began following Jake's order unconsciously. "Equipment hiccups and you say 'time to go home'. Please explain how two and two make four?"

"Something's giving it acid indigestion, that means some one some where fed it some chili." Jake moved rapidly, for being such a goof nut, Jake sure could move in a hurry. Part of it was that he knew the inside of this shuttle better than his pants.

"We packed?"

"Yep, one survey ship left overhead to make sure we aren't seen by locals, Foxie took off."

"What happens if the wee ship's left behind?" jg asked. He had no idea how they were being picked up. He watched Jake shut the shuttle bay doors and secure all.

"It will be. When it looses signs of us, it burrows in the dirt for about six feet, and becomes so much dust. No one will be able to find what's left of it."

"Now what are you doing?" jg sang as he watched Jake do something to the well trashed array. A small survey ship was held pointed at the ruined circuits.

"Hoping to give what ever made this belch a fart." was Jake's unscientific explanation.

"You think the Galaxy could pick it up?"

"A Romulan can pick this up." Jake answered seriously.

"Are you being funny? Memory coming back?" jg asked hopefully.

"What does Romulan have to do with my memory?" Jake asked absently.

"Oh, ah, umm, never mind!" jg replied. "Your talking about a Romulan ship?!"

"Yes." Jake answered coolly, not understanding the sudden embarrassment. "Where else are there Romulans?"

"Ahh shit!" jg giggled. "Long story, oh sweet heart, it is just a loooong story!"

"Your overwrought, why don't you catch some zzz's while I fiddle?" Jake finally looked at jg with a touch of concern in the enormous blue eyes.

"All right, I'll be in back." Besides, I've to laugh some more, this guy is an outright riot! For some reason, the idea of Sullax, mixed with Jake's suggestion of a Romulan ship, it was just doing things to jg's funny bone. And of course, Jake Olson could be the world's worst mother hen...jg thought as he drifted off in the safety of the back.

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SANDY
Sandy Rene = AIM
Craftycorner = ICQ #36247063

[NRPG: Took place after "Confirmation" by Lt. Suder and before "Stranger At My Door" by Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas. Bit strange since Lori posted her story first, but i think wer're not bound by the order in which stories are posted.

"Minor (Technical) Difficulties"

Lieutenant (jg) Michael McDowell
Engineer

Starring Door, Bartender, NPC
USS Galaxy

*** Ten Forward ***

Michael sat down at one of the tables in the far Corner of Ten Forward. He made sure that he had a good view the planet they were orbiting. The enormous storm caught his attention. White and green clouds were mingled together as they spiraled towards the center. It was a truly awesome sight.

Any other time he would enjoy watching it, but now he quickly lost interest. Michael sighed. Work was taking its toll, and the price was quite high. Lately he felt like he had no energy left to do something else than sitting here or in his quarters sipping tea. And the situation with the Captain certainly didn't make things better; the morale of the crew was reaching its lowest point.

"Something on your mind again?"

Michael turned to see Door standing beside him. "Yeah, you could say that,...but haven't we all?"

"Of course, the Captain." Door said. "But there's more, isn't it?"

Surprised Michael arched his left brow. "How did you know? Are you sure you're not telepathic?"

Door smiled. "No, I'm not. It has more to do with knowledge of people and their behavior. So, what's up?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious." Michael replied. "Nothing worth telling anyway."

"Hey, just tell me. I'm a good listener. Besides, it'll feel good to talk about it." Door answered.

Michael just looked at Door few moments, not sure if he should talk about his 'minor' problem. Somehow he had the feeling that he had to deal with it himself.

"You really want to hear it?" Michael asked.

"Yes. I hate to see people who look out the window, knowing that they're wrestling with their problems." Door answered and then looked briefly around him. "And no one seems to be needing anything right now, so I have some time to kill."

"Okay, if you put it that way. You know, if you ever grow tired of being Bartender than you could always apply at the Counseling Department. I'm sure Karyn could use someone like you." Michael said and smiled.

"Me? A counselor?" Door shook his head "Nah, I love my job. I don't want to do anything else."

Michael grinned. "Just kidding."

"I know you did." Door said and smiled. He than got serious. "If you don't want to tell me about your problem, just say it. It's okay."

"No, it's alright. It's just a little problem about the workload and I don't want to bother you with it." Michael answered.

Door nodded. "Let me guess. Sometimes it feels like you're always working. And although you're getting enough sleep, everyday it gets harder to get up and do your job."

"You have the same problem?" Michael asked.

"No, but I've heard about it many times. You're not the only one." Door said and paused a few seconds. "How long has it been since your last shore leave?"

"Three months I think, plus a few weeks. The last shore leave I had was on Risa." Michael replied.

"Had any Holodeck time lately?"

Michael shook his head. "No. That is if you don't count the hours I spend in adjusting one of my personal programs."

Door took a deep breath. "I think I know why you're having problems."

"You do, huh?" Michael said nonchalantly, not really convinced. "Well, by all means, tell me."

"Really. It's obvious. You don't have to be a counselor to see what's wrong." Door said. "Just think about it. No shore leave for over three full months and no visits to the Holodeck in that same time. I'm surprised you haven't changed into a zombie yet. What you need it at least two or three weeks vacation. It's the only antidote I know of."

For a long time Michael said nothing. He didn't want to admit it, but Door was right.

"Maybe your right. And I must admit, three weeks of vacation does sound good. Almost to good to be true." Michael stopped talking and took a sip of his tea. "But I can't just walk away, now can I? Just imagine what Lt. Commander Samara would say when I submit my request for three weeks of vacation at this time. Engineering is short-staffed already."

"The 'Commander isn't known for her social capabilities, that's true. But I think the request is reasonable in your case, and I'm sure she will come to the same conclusion."

Door stopped and looked around Ten Forward for the second time. He noticed three officers who had just came in. He than looked at Michael and stood up.

"What would you do if you were in her shoes? Grant the vacation or risk a total 'burned out' Engineer?"

"I suppose the first option." Michael said.

"You got that right." Door replied and walked off to the three new customers.

"That's The Power Of Love"

Lieutenant (jg) Michael McDowell
Engineer

With appearance by Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas,
Chief Counselor

(Large) Excerpt from "Stranger At My Door" by
Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas, Chief Counselor
USS Galaxy

*** McDowell's quarters ***

Lying on his bed Michael was preparing his request for the three weeks vacation. His conversation with Door had proved to be an eye opener. The moment he had entered his quarters he had taken a PADD. The layout for the request was pretty standard and by now Michael was almost done with it, except for some details.

In the meanwhile Michael was listening to music which had been composed by one John Williams. He got it from his mother a few days ago via a subspace message. She had told him he would like it a lot, and she was right...as always. After hearing the first few songs Michael already thought of Williams as a genius in composing music. His music was so intense, so full of emotion, that you could easily recognize the story behind it. Easily in the sense that the music seemed to tell the story itself via your hart.

Michael read the part he had written once more, making sure that every sentence was tactful enough. He would get nowhere with the Chief if he just bluntly asked for vacation, or so Michael thought.

At that moment the chime sounded. A bit surprised he got up, wondering who it could be.

"Computer, pause music." Michael said. The computer acknowledged his demand and the music stopped immediately. Michael walked over to the entrance of his quarters. When the doors opened he saw Karyn before him. Michael's hart quickened its pace, like it knew it was close to his one and only counterpart. Without any hesitation he quickly gave Karyn a tender kiss on her cheek.

Karyn smiled and said "Is that all that I get? I know it's been awhile, but I had hoped not so long that our relationship reversed to being platonic!"

Without saying more she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him full on the lips. It was soft and sweet, not too aggressive, but more aggressive than usual. Or was that his imagination? The thought was quickly pushed to the background when feelings overwhelmed him. Feelings that were still new to him but felt so good and so he gladly gave in to this indescribable moment.

Finally their lips parted. To soon for Michael. Karyn looked at him with her bright blue eyes. Eyes that reflected the same bright color of O-type stars. Michael's heart pounded. He was still amazed that this stunning beauty before him loved him.

"Thank you." she whispered.

For a split second Michael didn't know to what Karyn was referring to. After he figured it out he smiled.

"For what?" Michael answered coyly.

"You sneak! You know exactly what I'm talking about! It really was creative of you to work with the replicator to produce those reminders and the roses." Karyn laughed. "I find myself wanting to eat every meal just to get a rose! You should see my quarters...but really if Samara catches your handiwork, she'll have your hide for it. I couldn't ask you to get in trouble for me."

Michael chuckled and slightly shook head. "There you go again, always worrying about someone else. I love you for it, but you really need to stop worrying about all of us. Sometimes you need to let others make their own decisions. Besides Lt. Commander Samara helped...and so did Commander Casey."

When Michael mentioned Commander Casey he noticed the surprised look on Karyn's face. She recuperated quickly though and only replied with a casually 'Oh?'. It struck Michael as odd and he wondered why Karyn reacted the way she did. But he didn't asked her for an explanation, believing she would do that herself when she thought it was necessary.

Michael continued after pausing a few seconds. "He wanted to help Kar, said you were working too hard lately and I agree with him."

Karyn laughed. "Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?"

This time Michael didn't laugh. Not even slightly. "Promise me you'll take it easy. This ship needs you in one piece," he said seriously and than added. "I need you."

Karyn again looked into his eyes. Michael looked back and so created an invisible link. For a moment they were the only living beings in the universe.

*Maybe I don't know much, but I know I love this woman. I love her so much!* The thought flashed through Michael's mind. It filled him with a warm feeling.

Karyn warm voice brought him back to reality. "I just need some time to get all this figured out. I know I haven't been the best for you and it's not fair to you right now to have a girl with her head in the stars. If you want to move on, I'll understand. Guess you didn't bank on a crazy shrink...I-"

The things Karyn said hit a very sensitive spot of Michael. Here she was, talking about her not being good enough for him while in fact the opposite was true! Michael felt ashamed. It was almost too much. He had to fight to hold back the tears. The only response he could give was a long, soft and tender kiss, hoping that that would wash away Karyn's misplaced feelings.

When he broke the kiss he had regained somewhat of his self-control. He than said with a soft voice "Counselor, heal thyself." It sounded awkward, even cruel, to himself but it was out before he knew it. He should've kept his mouth! He and his damn old-English phrases! Michael cursed himself.

Karyn, ignorant of the things racing through his mind, smiled. She looked up to him, tears still in her eyes. Michael couldn't do anything else than look back. He felt the burning question conveyed by her eyes. Only one answer would suffice and Michael was all to aware of that.

"Don't worry, love, we have all the time in the world remember?" he said.

His answer seemed to comfort Karyn as she wiped the remainder of her tears away. She smiled and turned towards the doors. She turned once last time before she left and looked at Michael. He gave her a reassuring smile. He wanted to do more. Kiss her, hold her tightly,...but something held him back. It somehow didn't seem appropriate.

The doors closed and Michael was alone again. He walked back to his bed, picked up his PADD and lay down. He felt a dull ache welling up in his heart and it grew with every second. It had become a familiar feeling to Michael. It felt like he missed something whenever Karyn wasn't near him. Like he wasn't complete without her.

All the thoughts of not treating Karyn right and how he missed her when she was gone haunted him. In the end he made a commitment to himself. Whatever the cost would be, he would do anything to make their relation work. Anything at all.

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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way,
For then dispight of space I would be brought,
From limits farre remote, where thou doost stay,

No matter then although my foote did stand
Upon the farthest earth remoov'd from thee,
For nimble thought can jumpe both sea and land,
s soone as thinke the place where he would be.

But ah, thoughts kill me that I am not thought
To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend, times leasure with my mone.

Receiving naughts by elements so sloe,
But heavie teares, badges of eithers woe.

~Sonnet 44 by William Shakespeare

"Hitching a ride"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

It was nearly six hours after Captain Price, Lieutenant Commander Albrecht, and Lieutenant O'Connell left Earth on board the shuttle craft, that they met up with the USS Galaxy. The journey was a little cramped and long, but all three men where in good spirits after exonerating the Captain of the murder charges.

When the shuttle, speeding along at warp factor three, finally came across the approaching Galaxy, more than one surprise was still in store for the trio.

The shuttles sensor grid sounded, stirring Lieutenant Commander Albrecht out of his restful reclined position. Taking his feet off the console and adjusting his chair to the fully upright position, he smiled when he saw the read out. "An approaching ship. It's the Galaxy." Matthew stated cheerfully.

The declaration was enough to bring the Captain and Lieutenant O'Connell out of their relaxed postures. Lee yawned slightly and stretched, while Tim gazed out the forward portals trying to locate the Starship they all called their home.

"Where is she coming from Matt?" O'Connell asked while scanning the stars.

The 'Commander tapped a few controls, then pointed. "She should be entering visual range from over there. Let me take us out of warp so we can dock."

The shuttle slowed to impulse speeds as the crew hung on and watched the stars lengthen and snap to real space speeds once again. After staring for a moment, the Captain was the first to spot the ship.

"There she is. Right there. . ." the Captain stated.

They watched until each could see the shimmer of light off the hull of the approaching starship. When it got closer, Lee noticed something was odd.

"That's strange, it looks like she's undocked." Lee stated.

The ship neared and sure enough, only the stardrive section approached to rendezvous with their shuttle.

"Maybe Commander Casey left the saucer section in orbit at Mergotti to finish the mission there." Matthew hypothesized.

Lee nodded, "Could be. I suppose we will learn soon enough."

The Captain noticed Lieutenant O'Connell looking rather displeased at this turn of events.

"What's wrong 'mate?" the Captain asked.

Tim smiled, "Oh I'm fine Captain. My wife is having her 6 month check up today and I want to be there."

The captain's eyes brightened a bit in recognition, "Ahh, your first I take it?"

Tim just nodded, "Yes sir. My first child."

Lee nodded while watching the Galaxy approach. "You know 'mate, we are going to be heading to DS9 to try and catch this slippery assassin. There is really no reason you need to come along if you'd rather head for the Mergotti system to meet up with the saucer section and your wife."

O'Connell glanced out the portal at the approaching stardrive section of the ship. He then glanced back at the Captain, "You're sure you wouldn't mind Captain?"

"No worries 'mate. Matthew and I will beam over to the stardrive section, and you can take this shuttle and head to Mergotti and your wife. You are a qualified shuttle pilot after all."

"Yes sir." Tim smiled, "Thank you Captain."

"Don't mention it." Lee grinned.

"Incoming hail Captain. It's Commander Casey." Lieutenant Commander Albrecht stated.

"On the monitor 'mate."

The view screen on the console flashed with Deiran's smiling face. ["Good to see you Captain. If you are ready to dock, we can bring the shuttle on board and get under way."]

"A change in plans Commander. Have the transporter room lock on and beam myself and Lieutenant Commander Albrecht over. Lieutenant O'Connell is going to take the shuttle back to Mergotti to meet up with the saucer section and visit his wife." Lee stated.

["I understand Captain."] Deiran nodded. He of all people knew what it was like being anxious over your wife when she was expecting a baby. He and Miran had already lost one child from the stress of life on board a Starship. The entire conversation moved his thoughts towards how much he missed his dear wife and family. ["I'll have the transporter lock on. Stand by for transport."]

Lee nodded. "Standing by 'mate. See you in a few. Price out."

The channel closed. Captain Price looked at Lieutenant O'Connell, who was switching to the pilot's seat Matthew had just vacated. "Looks like the conn is yours 'mate. Say hi to your wife when you see her."

"Will do Captain. Good luck in nabbing the real assassin. I'm sure you'll get your man." O'Connell stated while shaking the Captain's hand.

Lee nodded in agreement, then glanced at Matthew. "Ready 'mate?"

"Ready as I'll ever be sir." Albrecht smiled.

The two of them stepped to the rear of the shuttle and stood by while 'Commander Albrecht activated his comm badge. "Galaxy, two to beam up. Energize."

Lieutenant Tim O'Connell watched as Captain Price and Lieutenant Commander Matthew Albrecht dematerialized off the shuttle and were beamed onto the ship. When they faded, Tim turned back to the flight controls and set a course for the Mergotti system. Activating the warp engines, the shuttle flew off in a flash, bringing Tim home to his dear wife.

***

Lieutenant Commander Albrecht and Captain Price materialized on the stardrive section of the USS Galaxy.

"Welcome aboard sir." The transport operator stated with pride.

"Thanks 'mate." Lee responded to Mr. Sang as he and Matthew stepped off the personnel transporter on deck 14 and immediately started heading for the Battle bridge on deck 8.

As the two men walked through the corridors of the Starship, and stood in the turbolift, Matthew smiled and glanced over to the Captain. "Good to be back home sir?"

Lee nodded, "You know it 'mate."

The turbolift stopped and it's doors opened onto the battle bridge. Both Lee and Matthew stepped out.

"Welcome aboard Captain." Deiran grinned.

"Good to be back Commander. Are we ready to get under way for DS9 'mate?"

"Course plotted and laid in sir." Deiran smiled while looking at Matthew in a glance of appreciation for everything he'd done to clear the Captain of this nasty frame-up.

"Then let's do it 'mate. Maximum warp."

"Hit it Lieutenant' Pailaka. Let's see what this baby can do without the saucer section slowing us down." Deiran repeated the order, since technically, he was still in command of the Galaxy until Starfleet said otherwise.

"Putting the pedal to the metal sir." Mikala stated as he took the Galaxy's stardrive section to maximum warp. In a flash, the ship was once again traveling many times faster than the speed of light.

"Why don't you brief me on what is going on with the Mergotti mission 'mate? I was a bit surprised to see you arrive with only half the ship." Lee commented.

"It's complicated Captain, but I'll do my best. Shall we go into the war room sir?" Deiran motioned.

"Fair dinkum 'mate. I hope you haven't redecorated while I was gone. . ."

"The wall paper samples aren't do in until Tuesday sir." Deiran chuckled. "It's really good to have you back sir."

Lee smiled as he and Deiran entered the small tactical briefing room off the battle bridge. He was looking forward to getting filled in on all that happened while he was away from the ship.

"Mission Continues"
By: Lt/Cmd Ryak Sullax
CSO USS Galaxy
reviewed by Captain Price

As Ryak entered the turbo lift Lieutenant Commander Hermedhie said, "Actually Commander your son is in the Captain Ready Room sleeping. If you do not mind I would like to speak to you there."

Ryak nodded and headed into the ready room. Ryak looked over to his sleeping son then back to , "What is it you'd like?" Ryak placed his hands behind his back.

"Actually I would like to apologize for my outburst on the bridge. In all actuality the saucer section is yours. It is a science mission and you are the chief of that department. You have the ship until the Captain or Commander return."

Ryak looked into the Commanders eyes and said, "I too apologize for my outburst. You are an honourable man and I respect that." Ryak extended his hand and shook his hand.

Ryak looked back at his son and when convinced he was ok headed onto the bridge. Ryak walked over to the command chair and said, "Science's report."

"Sir, we are unable to get a lock on the away team from this distance. I suggest we move closer to the planet." The young ensign called out from behind Ryak.

"That is not an option." Ryak sat into the command chair and continued, "I find the fact that we are not a full ship to be much limiting yet we will accomplish what we need to."

Lieutenant Commander Jamson spoke from his station, "Sir I believe the only way to do this is by either moving us closer to the planet or by taking a runabout in to retrieve the crew and the shuttles."

"That idea seems to be adequate, yet we only have one runabout close to being ready for such a mission. The Science runabout has its engines set to withstand the ion storm yet the other systems are not operating. Take Lt Suder with you when you have the ship ready let me know. We will work at boosting the satellites power to help you. Also take Lt/Cmd Gakor with you."

"Aye, Sir." Jamson stated as he stood up and headed off the bridge.

"Lt/Cmd Gakor report to transporter room 2 to meet up with Lt Suder and Lt/Cmd Jamson for a medical away team to retrieve the crashed away teams, bridge out." Ryak turned his attention back to sciences, "I need you to boost the power to the satellite. We will need to transfer a altered energy flow to match what the satellite is running at now."

"Aye sir."

"Mr. Hermedhie I need to know what happens if the shuttles are noticed. What sort of damage control needs to be done." Ryak looked back at the screen and stared at the planet. Thinking only of his last command.

"Full Speed Ahead!"
By Lieutenant JG Mikala Pailaka
With excerpts from
"Don't Get Your Pantyhose in a Fuss"
And "Hitching a Ride"

***Bridge, USS Galaxy***

Mike was halfway through alpha shift and from all appearances, completely zoned out. It had taken Price and Casey a little while to adjust to their new Chief Helmsman's working style. When they were in the middle of the action, Mike as alert as a Klingon with a half dozen raktajinos in his system, but when there was a lull, Mike typically seemed distant and lost in his thoughts. Nothing could be further from the truth. He always maintained an acute situational awareness, even when he seemed in a state of deep relaxation. During his first week on the Galaxy, his two chief officers had tried to catch him unawares, tossing out questions or orders to see if he was actually alert and paying attention, and Mike had never failed to rise to the occasion.

The situation in the Mergotti system had been tense for a short time, when one of the shuttles had landed roughly. But that event had quickly been resolved. And with that out of the way, Mike went back to casually monitoring the state of the ship's orbit with a portion of his attention. Meanwhile the rest of his mind juggled other things, such as the next batch of training exercises for his department, the latest article in the Pacifica Oceanographic Monthly on the migration habits of the Pterophyllum Scalare and the way Electra's skin turned a slightly deeper shade of green when she laughed...

Mike turned in his chair as the doors to the Captain's ready room swooshed open. Before he even saw the expression on Casey's face, he could tell something was up, just by the speed of his footfalls as he strode onto the bridge. Mike wondered at the smile on the Captain's face, the first time he'd seen Casey in a genuinely good mood since Price's arrest. Casey made his way over to Lt. Commander Hermedhie.

'Commander, sound Red Alert. I need you to prepare for saucer separation. The saucer section will remain here at Mergotti to support the rescue mission to evacuate our crew members from the storm on the planet, while myself, and the senior officers needed to pilot the battle section, will head for Deep Space Nine at maximum warp."

'Awe!, a saucer separation!' Mike thought. 'That came out of the blue!' Normally, saucer separation was reserved for emergencies. And up until a moment ago, the current state of affairs in the Mergotti system seemed far from urgent.

"What's going on sir?" Hermedhie asked, echoing the question on the minds of the entire bridge crew.

"We are going to rendezvous with the Captain." Casey replied with a smile that portrayed both relief and satisfaction. "He's been released of all charges."

Mike had to control himself to avoid letting loose a whoop of triumph. He had agonized over his decision to stick by Price at all costs, and now, his gut intuition and loyalty was being rewarded. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his broad shoulders. He listened as Casey continued with the good news.

"We are heading to DS9 to catch the real Presidential murderer before he escapes through the worm hole. We've got less than 18 hours to nab him before he slips through the cracks."

Mike didn't need any further elaboration. He quickly sent out an alert to his department, splitting his personnel between the saucer and the star drive section. Mike himself would be handling the piloting duties as the Galaxy separated, as well as the initial rush to DS9. He assigned Maxwell to take charge of flight control on the saucer section while they were gone.

In a flurry of keyboard commands, Mike transferred all of his personal protocols to the battle bridge and rose from his chair. The turbo lift on the bridge was designed to make the trip to Deck 8 in a matter of seconds, an important feature when a crew was facing the imminent destruction of the primary bridge. Such was not the case now, but the officers of the Galaxy moved with no less urgency. They were going to get their Captain, a man they had staked their faith, their pride and their careers on when the rest of the Federation was branding him a monster.

"Captain." Said Mike as everyone manned their stations on the cramped battle bridge. "Should I lay in a direct course to DS9 or plot an intercept for Captain Price's shuttle?"

"Get us to the shuttle Lieutenant." Casey replied. "Best possible speed."

"You got it sir!" said Mike.

*** ***

Six hours later, Mike was smiling broadly as the doors to the battle bridge swooshed open and Captain Price and Lt. Commander Albrecht strode in.

"Welcome aboard Captain." Deiran grinned.

"Good to be back Commander. Are we ready to get under way for DS9 'mate?"

"Course plotted and laid in sir." Deiran smiled while looking at Matthew in a glance of appreciation for everything he'd done to clear the Captain of this nasty frame-up.

"Then let's do it 'mate. Maximum warp."

"Hit it Lieutenant' Pailaka" ordered Deiran. "Let's see what this baby can do without the saucer section slowing us down."

"Wela ka hao!" Mike declared, as he fired up the engines and executed his course plot. "The Galaxy is one fast moving wahine when we drop that bulky saucer. I'll have us there in record time!"

*** ***

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

Ensign Adrian An'quinsos
Counselor
USS Galaxy

With Special Appearances by:
Lieutenant J/G Counselor Emma Marshall (NPC)
And
The Wonderfully Talented Bartender Door (NPC)

"Brilliant," He mused. "My 'first' day on the job, and this happens." He shook his head. "It can't get any worse!"

"That's very debatable!" Lt. Marshall responded in jest.

"Is it now?" He responded with wry humor.

Through some small twist of fate, The El- Aurian ended up in Ten- Forward along with a fellow Counselor. Both had brought with them a couple of padds to read through, and laid them down on a table nearest the Bar. The room was slightly crowded, and by the looks of it, they could tell in their facial expressions, how tense the people really were. Adrian began to rub his chin, as an idea began to come into play.

"Lt. Marshall, can you sing?"

"Say that again?" She responded slightly flummoxed.

"I asked can you sing?" He began. "Something to get them out of the mood they're in."

"Uh… Well, I can sing Alto, along some Soprano." She glanced inquisitively at him. "What had you in mind?"

The El- Aurian began to whisper what he had in mind, leaving her in tears from laughing!

"Why not!" She declared.

"Now all we need are Microphones."

"Hold on, I'll go ask Door."

Lieutenant Marshall headed over to where Door was busy serving some drinks to a nearby table.

"Excuse me, Door."

"How may I help you?"

"By any chance does Ten- forward carry microphones?"

"Microphones? Why?"

"We were thinking of a way to liven everyone's spirit."

"I'll see what I can do."

The Lieutenant headed back to the table, where Adrian seemed to be tuning up. He was just loud enough to where very few people could actually hear him. Those that did turned over to his direction, and one particular table of men nearby began to mumble.

"What's a boy doing in uniform?"

"Maybe he's a Trill?"

"Nah, I didn't notice any spots."

"I'm El- Aurian."

All three turned around to see the Counselor grinning brightly, with no trace of disdain in his voice. They smiled, then turned back around in embarrassment. Adrian then turned back and shook his head in amusement.

"Problems?" She asked, taking a seat.

"You'd think after 160 years, I'd get used to that already!"

Three minutes passed as Lt. Marshall began to grow impatient.

"Don't tell me he got lost!"

"Do- So- Mi…" The El- Aurian began again lightly, trying to 'key' a song. "No," Cutting it off. "That's not right at all!" He frowned in distaste.

"Huh?" Lieutenant Marshall Responded.

"Oh, it's nothing, I think I've lost my hearing!" He grinned. "There was this certain song I remember from Betazed." Adrian began with a thoughtful look. "In my Sophomore Year at Betazed University, when I happened upon someone singing in the Amphitheater. The voice was so beautiful; I almost went to pieces right away. Finally stepping into the room, I stopped dead in my tracks, as she began to go higher and higher, in perfect harmony. As I began to approach, she finished with one of the highest notes I've ever heard a human female hit!"

"What was it?"

"A above double C." He continued. "When I approached her, I complimented her singing, and asked what was the piece for. She told me, she was rehearsing for a part on an old Terran play, called Phantom of the Opera."

"Did she give her name?"

"Christine… oh, her name!" He noticed nodding. "It was Carolyn Elliot." The El- Aurian tried to suppress his chuckling as she raised her brow in amusement. "Well, to make a long story short, I tried out for the leading male role, and got it with little competition."

"I've got just one question."

"Yes?"

"You're El- Aurian right?"

"Right…" He trailed off slightly confused.

"Shouldn't I have been the one telling a story?"

"Huh… Oh! Right! I'm usually not like this. I'll try not to make a habit of it!"

"One more thing, How do you pronounce that last name again?"

"Ahn- Quinn- sauce, like soy- sauce, however you can call me Quinn."

"Quinn," She motioned. "Here he comes."

Door headed over to their table with two 'freshly' replicated microphones.

"Sorry, it took me sometime, but I got them replicated exactly to their specified pattern, along with a few 24th Century adjustments to make them workable in this area."

"Thanks Door, you're the best!" Adrian replied.

"When we give you the signal, announce us."

"You got it."

"Quinn, where exactly are we going to do this?"

Adrian surveyed the nearly the entire room before coming up with his answer.

"I haven't the faintest idea!"

"Well, there's no time like the present to find one!"

Ensign An'quinsos and Lieutenant Marshall arose from their seats to find a great place to position themselves in order to begin their little 'charade.'

"Nearest the door would be perfect."

The El- Aurian motioned to Door as he announced them in.

"Ladies and Gentleman, live from the USS Galaxy, are singing talents Lieutenant Emma Marshal and Ensign Adrian An'quinsos!"

The crowd turned their attention on the pair before them, clapping their hands as they both bowed.

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"Do you know the song 'Looking through your eyes?'"

"Yeah, I'll have Door activate program."

The Lieutenant went to the Bar to give him the instructions. Returning to Adrian's location, they waited silently for the music to begin.

"Arrival at DS9"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price

Commander Casey had brought Captain Price up to speed on the status of the Mergotti mission. Now Lee understood why Deiran had shown up to the rendezvous with only half of the starship. The Captain was confident that the crew of the Galaxy would manage to rescue their stranded 'mates from the planetary storm.

Without the additional mass of the saucer section, the Galaxy was slicing through space like a screaming banshee. Lieutenant' Pailaka seemed to be getting a bit of a rush, as he broke several personal speed records with the Galaxy class ship. Mikala had flown faster of course, but that was on a tiny two man starfighter designed for shear speed. Now he was approaching his fastest threshold with a Starship of unimaginable size. The shear power of the warp engines screaming away at full throttle was energizing the imagination of the Chief Flight Control officer. Mikala had goose bumps as the ship's indicator topped warp 9.78. * Ma Ke Makua! *, Mikala thought, * she still has more speed to offer *.

***

The Galaxy entered Bajoran space in record time. They had managed to beat the deadline before the real assassin, Mr. C. Mel Loyd, was to arrive at space station DS9, by a good hour.

"Entering the Bajoran system Captain." Lieutenant' Pailaka reported from the helm.

Lee nodded. "Take us out of warp 'mate and plot a course for DS9 near the worm hole. Full impulse."

"Ae' Kapena." Mikala replied, making the requested adjustment.

"Looks like we arrived with time to spare Captain." Commander Casey commented.

"Aye." The Captain nodded, "Lieutenant' Pailaka made excellent time."

"We should probably take precautions to avoid tipping our hand sir. If this Mr. Loyd should see the Galaxy docked at DS9, he might try to bypass the station and get to the Gamma quadrant on his own. If he shifts shape to another identity, we might loose him." Casey pointed out.

"Good point Commander. We will transport some of our officers to DS9, and then take the Galaxy through the worm hole to wait on the other side. There she can serve as a safe guard incase this Loyd bloke makes a dash for it. That will keep the ship out of sight, and still near by at the same time." Lee explained.

"Sounds reasonable sir. I'll inform 'Commander Albrecht to get a security team ready to transport. I'll meet you in personnel transporter number 5." Deiran stated as he turned to leave the bridge.

"Wait a second Commander. . ." Lee called out, stopping Deiran.

Commander Casey looked at the Captain with the boyish, inquiring expression he often displayed.

"You need to stay with the ship. She's still your primary responsibility 'mate."

"I'm going to the station Captain. I want to be there when we nail that bastard for murdering the President and pinning it on you." Deiran explained passionately.

Lee shook his head. "Sorry 'mate. But Starfleet placed you in command of the Galaxy in my absence."

"But you're back now!. . ." Deiran smiled, ". . . so that . . ."

Lee cut Deiran off, "That means the ship is still your number one priority as Commanding officer. I know it's not a glamorous assignment, going to the other side of the worm hole and waiting for our signal, but that doesn't mean it's not a dangerous one 'mate. The Dominion war might be over, but you'll be in the Gamma quadrant, closer to the Dominion than we've been in a very long time. Anything could happen. And as the Captain of the vessel, you need to make sure she's your primary concern in this."

Deiran nodded. "I understand sir. And you are right, you've been released of the charges, but Starfleet hasn't reinstated you as Commanding Officer of the Galaxy. I still have that honor." Then with boyish tenacity, a bulge formed in the base of Casey's cheek where he pressed his tongue. "But as Commanding officer of this vessel, the decision is mine to make. And I've decided that I'm going to DS9 on this one. So unless you care to try an mutiny against my authority on this Lee?. . ." Deiran let his voice trail off as he swelled his chest to his full, towering height.

Lee shook his head. "As stubborn as your father 'mate. Heavens no, I can't make you stay with the ship. But if anything happens to her, it'll be your arse, not mine, that is in a sling."

"That's why I'm leaving it in the capable hands of Lieutenant Commander Samara." Deiran smiled.

"I thought you said K'Eytyanna resigned her position as Second Officer 'mate?"

"She did. But can you think of anyone better to be in command of the stardrive section while it waits in the Gamma quadrant if any Dominion ships DO happen to wonder by and cause trouble?" Casey asked.

Lee smiled and had to agree. "No 'mate, I guess I can't. For all her brashness, K'Eytyanna definitely has a shoot first, ask questions latter mentality. No body is going to get the drop on the 'Commander, that's for sure."

"Then it's settled. I'll inform 'Commander Albrecht to assemble a security away team, and * we * will meet you in the transporter when we arrive at DS9. Then K'Eytyanna will assume command of the stardrive section and take it through the worm hole where she'll stand by for our signal."

"Sounds like a plan 'mate. Let's do it." Lee smiled.

Deiran nodded and then about faced and happily walked towards the turbolift with a spring in his step. Being in command definitely had it's advantages.

***

Within the next twenty minutes the stardrive section of the USS Galaxy arrived at DS9. Lieutenant Commander Samara reluctantly reported to the bridge to assume command of the ship while Commander Casey and Captain Price met Lieutenant Commander Albrecht in the transporter room.

Lee entered personnel transporter room number 5 and saw a number of security officers standing by with 'Commander Albrecht. "Where is Commander Casey 'mate?" the Captain asked.

"He should be coming along any second sir." Albrecht replied.

Lee nodded and then glanced over to Specialist Sang who stood at the controls. "'ave you hailed the station to let them know we are beaming over 'mate?"

Peter nodded, "Yes sir. I spoke to Colonel Kira. She says Lieutenant Vadan, the Chief of Security, is awaiting your arrival."

Lee nodded, "Fair dinkum 'mate."

Commander Casey came walking into the large transporter room with Ensign Zonhieb in tow. The Gorn officer moved more slowly than other officers on the crew, but Deiran figured that the Ensign's other unique abilities as a hunter might come in handy. Besides, he was looking forward to seeing how the slime ball assassin reacted to being taken into custody by a Gorn security officer.

"Sorry I'm late Captain." Deiran offered with out having to make any further explanation once his companion was seen.

"I'm ready to assist Captain Pry'sssssss." Seth hissed.

Lee nodded and glanced over to Lieutenant Commander Albrecht.

Matthew motioned for his Security officers to enter the 22 man personnel transporter, which they did in perfect unison. Then Mathew joined them, along with the Commander and Captain Price.

"All right Mr. Sang, let's do it 'mate. Energize."

The Engineering specialist manipulated the controls that sent the platoon of Security forces along with the Captain and First Officer over to DS9. When the transport completed, Peter opened a channel to the battle bridge. "They are safely away 'Commander."

On the battle bridge, Lieutenant Commander Samara gave the order to take the stardrive section through the Bajoran worm hole into the Gamma quadrant and out of sight of their objective, the shifty Mister C. Mel Loyd.

=/\= "Mobilization" =/\=
by Lt Cmdr Matthew Albrecht

*** Main Security ***

It only took a few pats on the back to get on Matthew's nerves and make him feel guilty. "Heather, when this is over I'm going to explain to you exactly how little I actually contributed to the captain's absolution. Really. But for now, let's get ready for Deep Space Nine." He tried not to dampen the good moods around him.

The security officers who had not remained behind on the Saucer section were nearly all gathered in Main Security. He had very little time to prepare for the away team to the station, so he simply asked for five volunteers. Of course, he was inundated by requests for duty. Virtually everybody wanted to be with the captain when he apprehended his impersonator.

After selecting the participants, Matthew showed the entire team the surveillance footage of mister Loyd doing his various impersonations. He wanted them familiar with several of the criminal's known disguises. At the academy they had not learned a lot about Chameloids; but they did teach that most Chameloids were believed to have a stable of forms they were most comfortable assuming. Perhaps they would be lucky and the killer would choose a form from among those they had seen.

Matthew made a mental note to get a secret passcode set up with the captain. There was no sense getting into another scrape with two captains.

After a short meeting to discuss the team's plan of action, Matthew adjourned so that they all could gather the appropriate equipment.

While his people went about their business, Matthew put his head in his hands. He was feeling like a traitor who got away with it. Would the captain have spent his life in prison if he hadn't broken free on his own and gone in search of additional information? Perhaps so. Matthew began to consider going to Casey with his story, but soon realized that it was all selfish indulgence in guilt. If he was going to talk to anyone about the situation, it would be Karyn Dallas.

Matthew made another mental note to set up an appointment with Counselor Dallas.

Fifteen minutes before the Galaxy came out of warp near the Wormhole, Matthew led his small team to the transporter room. There, they stood at attention until captain Price arrived minutes later. They were all eager to go.

-----
Dr. Andree Dothan (ensign)
Medical Dept. USS Galaxy
-----

Shortly after red alert had sounded, Andre checked in with his shift CO Dr. T'Prea.

Knowing vulcans liked to get right to the point he bluntly asked, "should I remain here or go to the secondary sickbay in the secondary hull?"

Her prompt response was, "you mind the store here, I will go to the secondary sickbay."

*** Not long after ***
*** Main sickbay ***

Hearing a groan from behind him Andree spun on his heel. On the deck before him was an ensign in a Security/engineering gold tunc.

Noting that his left foot has no shoe, Andree stepped over to the ensign's left side and helped him up and to a bio-bed. Flipping a tricorder out of it's charging slot in the bulkhead, and opening it with a well practiced flick of the wrist, he then pulled out the hand-held scanner and ran it over the ensign's left foot.

Realizing how daft he had been he closed the tricorder and proffered his hand. "Dr. Andree Dothan"

Shaking andree's hand, the gols shirted human stated "Peter Lockhart, Security"

Well your ankle is twisted, but it should heal in a couple of days.

*** half an hour later ***

Well take it easy, and use thse crutches for a couple of days, then come and see me again

Timothy Downing
ICQ #66429185
tdowning31@home.com

Ensign Adrian An'quinsos
Counselor
USS Galaxy

Ovation after standing ovation, the room was filled with alot of cheer, as the Counseling pair sung one song after another, occasionally stopping for a breather to rest thier voices. Their faces were full of cheer as they noticed how changed in expression the room became.

After their last rest, Counselor's An'quinsos and Marshall headed back up to the 'stage' for a final song.

"Do you don't by any chance know the song 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' do you Quinn?"

"Yeah," He began, slightly baffled. "However, why that one?"

"After that last song, and you want to ask me why!"

"I only hit a high C, nothing less!" He replied with a grin. "You on the other hand, have the most beautiful alto voice I've ever heard!"

"Thanks!"

"I've an idea, care to do this accapella style?"

"That would be fun, but there are only two of us. Where exactly are we going to find someone else within the next five minutes?"

"Hmm... I wonder..."

"Hmm?"

"I wonder if a fellow El- Aurian would be interested in joining in on the fun?"

"Well, let's ask him."

"Ladies and Gentleman" Adrian began. "We are going to go into a five minute intermeission, in which we ask all here to please be just a little bit patient with us. We're having 'technical' difficulties."

Marshall and An'quinsos left thier stage, and proceeded to the bar to find Gailyn.

"Counselor's Holiday"
with excerpts from: "Don't Get Your Pantyhose in a Fuss"

Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas
Chief Counselor
USS Galaxy

***Bridge, USS Galaxy***

Suffice it to say Deiran was not in a good mood. Of course, that wasn't surprising as he had made being pissed off into an art form. The mission on Mergotti was proceeding carefully, though the storm had caused more tense moments than they needed at the moment. She tried to keep him calm, but she was hard pressed to do that when all she wanted to do was throw up her own hands in frustration. The latest FNN news report with the image of the Captain killing the President was definitely a PR nightmare and Karyn had to keep from laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it all.

Karyn held her breath as a call came in from Matthew on the secure comm channel. Deiran decided to take it in the Ready Room, away from prying eyes. He motioned for her to follow him. Despite still being annoyed with her, he recognized Karyn's need for info. He couldn't keep her in the dark, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath again. He was still stinging from the last time. They really hadn't had a chance to talk about it since the whole thing began.

Deiran looked at her before opening the channel. She nodded.

["What the hell is going on there 'Commander?! I just saw a FNN broadcast that shows the Captain killing the President! You are supposed to be clearing the Captain, not sending him to the chair!"] Deiran fumed.

"Don't get your pantyhose in a fuss 'mate. The 'Commander did a bonzer job. It's not his fault the FNN is reporting old news, or that the DA's office is reluctant to hold a press release where they have to eat a little crow." Lee smiled.

Karyn let a chuckle escape her lips. *Don't get your pantyhose in a fuss!?!*

["Captain!. . ."] Deiran smiled, ["Then it's over sir? You've been released?"]

Lee nodded, "Aye 'mate. Once the Attorney General saw the evidence that showed the actual assassin was a chameloid that shifted to look like me, they had no choice but to turn me loose. But it's not quite over. Not yet anyways."

["What do you need Captain? Just give the word and I'll see that it's done."] Commander Casey expressed.

"The bugger that did this, the chameloid assassin, is collecting his loot and plans to escape the Federation by using the worm hole at DS9. We are heading there now. I was hoping you could take the Galaxy and meet us along the way. Since I haven't formally been reinstated as Captain, I can't order you to. . ." Lee started to say.

["No worries sir. We will break orbit and be on our way in the next few minutes. There have been a few minor difficulties here at Mergotti, but not to worry, I can take care of that. See you in a few hours Captain."] Deiran explained.

"Fair dinkum 'mate. At maximum warp, the Galaxy should just make it to DS9 before the chameloid gets away. I want to be there when the bastard is taken into custody. . ." Lee insisted.

Karyn could hear the anger and frustration in his voice. She knew he had been through the wringer. She would have to talk with him about coming to grips with all that happened. You just didn't return to duty after being accused of murder by the entire Federation, and act like nothing happened or has changed.

["Understandable sir, after all you've been through. See you in a short while sir. And 'Commander I'm sorry about before. We are kind of out of the loop here, and only have the news broadcasts to keep us informed."] Deiran stated.

"Forget about it Commander. See you in a few hours." Matthew smiled.

*God bless Matthew!* thought Karyn. He had been around Casey long enough to know how dramatic he was!

["Galaxy out."] Deiran closed the channel.

"Well, shall we go inform crew of the latest?" asked Deiran.

She nodded. They headed out of the Ready Room, Deiran leading the way. He looked back at Karyn before the doors opened. "I want to get those bastards Karyn."

"I know you do Dee, I know you do. How about when this is over, I buy you dinner." He nodded. She smiled as they both returned to the Bridge.

***

A few hours later Karyn was on the battle section of the Galaxy speeding throgh space to rondevous with the Captain's shuttle. After sending Tim on the way to meet up with the saucer section and Brook, Lee beamed aboard. She resisted the urge to ask Tim to say goodbye to Michael for her. That would be too embarrassing and she didn't have the stomach today to endure Deiran's look of condescending amusement that she knew would come with such a request.

After greeting the Captain, both Deiran and Lee went to the 'War Room' to bring each other up to speed. There wasn't much chatter on the Bridge as everyone was anticipating what was to come. Karyn settled back in her chair and contemplated what this blasted assassin would do once he/she was confronted by the crew of the Galaxy.

***

When they entered Bajoran space, Karyn was prepared for Deiran's request to beam down to DS9. She couldn't blame him. He was always chomping at the bit to get in the middle of the action. She was amused at the way in which he 'invited' himself along. In point of fact, she wanted to come along herself.

"Sir, request permission to come along. I consider this a prime opportunity to make 'cultural observations' on chameloid behavior. We know so little about them. No sense making this trip a downer. We could actually benefit from it after all." They of course knew that Karyn had no intention of observing chameloid behavior...she wanted to see the SOB herself.

"I could keep Deiran on a short lease, sir." She said jokingly, then she added "Besides, I want to see the guy who almost caused the Commander and I to kill each other..." Deiran gave her a 'daggers' look that said 'You just had to bring it up, didn't you?'

Karyn looked at Deiran. "Relax, Commander. Don't get your panties in a wad." She enjoyed the blushing her remark elicited.

Lee gave them both a questioning look. Deiran replied, "It's a long story, Captain."

"Yes, a VERY long story, Captain." answered Karyn.

Lee wasn't sure he wanted to know what had happened between them. Deiran hadn't mentioned it to him, but if his pride had been wounded, it wasn't surprising.

Lee appeared to mull it over for a minute. "I suppose it has been a long time since you've had a holiday..." he said amusingly.

Karyn waited to hear his answer...

SICK IN BED

Lt. Mohammed Uhura
Asst. Chief of Operations
USS Galaxy

His body ached, he had a super high fever, he coughed so much and so hard his throat was raw and painful. He had chills when it was warm and was on fire when it was cool. His head was splitting with pain, his joints ached, his muscled ached and to top it off since he had been in bed and sick for a week and a half with this damnable Andalusian flu, which the medical staff stated that the only real cure was to treat the symptoms and to make him comfortable so he could rest, he was unable to shave his head every day so his hair was growing back and it was itching all to be damn. Mohammed hated being sick. He hated feeling uncomfortable. He hated missing work. He hated being in the bed all day coughing and aching and having fevers and chills.

Tashi Uhura loved her husband, God knows she did, but when he got sick he was the most irritating and annoying man in the universe. He went from being the towering elemental force to a whimpering child, not that she didn't find that cute at times but there were times that she wished the doctor's would have kept him in sick bay. The flu itself was not contagious and there was no threat to anyone else catching it but medical did suggest that the children should stay somewhere else which Tashi agreed with and sent them to stay with the neighbors.

On top of Mohammed being sick his father's battle with Bendaii Syndrome wasn't going to well. According to her mother in law things were not going well. The doctor's voiced a guarded optimism about Akeem Uhura's condition as the Bendaii Syndrome was quickly going to work on the senior Uhura. There was good news to report though. Tashi had heard that Captain Price had been cleared of the charges of assassination of the President. Tashi knew that would make Mohammed happy...at least that was what she had hoped as she walked into their room where Mohammed lay in the bed reading from one of the PADDs she had placed next to the bed for him. She had to admit that he was looking a bit better even though he didn't see it or feel it.

Mohammed looked up and frowned, " Tas, you forgot my orange juice. You know I can't take my medicine without orange juice."

"I'm sorry, honey. I will get it. I just came in to tell you some wonderful news. I just heard that the Captain was been cleared of the assassination of the President."

"Wonderful..." Mohammed went into a fit of coughing. he moaned and rubbed his chest in pain. " Please bring me some orange juice." He whined.

Tashi kissed her husband on the cheek.

"Tashi...orange juice...please." He whined again.

Tashi smiled as she walked away to fetch him his orange juice, shaking her head.

"I'm Home, Cont."
by Dr. Brooke Ames O 'Connell
&
Lt Tim O'Connell

Brooke had put off her check up with T'prea, hoping that Tim would be back by then. T'prea didn't want her to wait any longer so Brooke agreed to it. When she got there, T'prea had given orders to another doctor, being that Brooke and her baby were strong and healthy, to do the examination. Brooke didn't feel comfortable but what could she do. She got up on the bio-bed and waited, closing her eyes, trying to relax and wishing that Tim was there.

Tim had just gotten back on board, and had one purpose in his mind to see Brooke. She was in sickbay and he made it in and over to her bedside. After raising his hand to get T'Prea to remain silent he sat next to her and slipped his hand in hers.

Brooke opened her eyes to see Tim. She couldn't believe it. She sat up and hugged Tim. She did a once over, making sure that he was in tact, no cuts or bruises and then hugged him again. "Tim, why didn't you tell me that you were back. God, I've missed you." Tears formed along the bottom rims of her eyelids.

"Shh shh shh, relax Brooke." He smiled, "I just got in a few minutes ago. We'll go out for dinner after the physical."

"Who says I'm not relaxed? Can't I be excited to see my husband?" She laid back down, "I've been worried sick about you."

"I've missed you so much Brooke." He reached over and gently touched her cheek. "How's the baby?"

She looked over at Tim, "My opinion or the doctor's? I mean, this child moves and kicks all the time. If you ask me, these exams are just a waste of time. This child is very healthy. I don't need someone else to tell me what I already know."

"Well why don't we humor the doctor and sit here for the physical." Tim said with a grin. "I'm sure that's why they pay T'Prea."

"If you say so." She smiled, "All that matters is you're here now." The doctor came up and did the usual exam. The sound of a strong baby's heartbeat could be heard. A smile came upon the doctor's face. T'prea walked up, drawn by the sound, "Heartbeat's good." Brooke looked over at Tim with a "I told you so" look.

Tim grinned, "I know I worry. I warned you about that."

"I know you did." The rest of the exam went just as well. The baby was perfect, in shape and form. Brooke on the other hand didn't get the a-ok from T'prea. She frowned at Brooke and Brooke could see a lecture coming on, "I can tell that you haven't been getting the rest you need. You know how important it is...Dr. O'Connell."

Brooke glared at T'Prea, "Damn it T'prea, you know I haven't." She squeezed Tim's hand, "Now that Tim's here, I'll be able to rest much better, I promise. "T'prea knew that Tim would see to it.

Tim squeezed back and smiled, "I'll see to it she gets to bed on a nightly basis." He then whispered to Brooke, "now sleep will be another matter all together.,"

Brooke tried not to laugh. T'prea satisfied, gave them the permission to leave. Brooke didn't waste no time. She wanted to spend time with her husband. "Let's get out of here. I've seen enough of sickbay."

"You work here." Tim pointed out, "so let's go find something to do with our time."

"Good. Didn't you say something about dinner?"

"I believe I did." He helped his now noticeably pregnant spouse walk out of sickbay. Once out side he embraced her as best he could and gently kissed her lips.

"I still can't believe you're here. I miss kissing you..." lowers her voice to a whisper, "...among other things." She kissed him back.

Tim kissed her, "I know those other things, and I missed them too."

"So, where are we going to eat?" She didn't have a preference just as long as it was with him.

"How about we don't go out and stay in." He grinned at her with a leer.

She smiled, "I think that is a wonderful idea. I was actually hoping you'd say that. Shall we go home?"

"It's been a long time since I've been home."

"You don't need to remind me, remember? I've been there, at home, missing you like crazy." She takes him by the hand and pulls him along.

He let her pull him and they walked in to their quarters. "so what can I get you for dinner?"

"Anything. I'm sure whatever you chose, it'll be fine." She takes off her jacket and throws it over the chair. She then disappears in the bedroom.

Tim walks to the replicator and begins to make a selection of food for their first dinner together in a LONG while. Chicken with some sort of noodle thing, he shrugged and made the selection.

She walked back out only wearing a long shirt and underpants. Looking at the food, "Smells good."

Tim walked over to her and kissed her again, "Looks good." He said looking right in her eyes.

She smiles, "I don't think that we are talking about the same thing."

"We are most definitely not."

"Let's eat then maybe I'll let you grope my body." She laughs.

Tim raised an eyebrow, "Maybe? have we learned restraint my dear?"

"What is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to say that I am a sex crazed woman. If I remember correctly, you never complained."

"No, I sure didn't." Tim grinned. He was loving teasing her like this."

She replicates herself some tea and sits down, "Uh huh, just what I thought."

Tim sits across from her, "can I help it if I have the most beautiful wife on the ship."

"No, I guess you can't." She digs into her meal, "I could say the same about you...handsome."

Tim grinned and dug in to his meal and ate quickly, "after dinner, a movie?"

"Sure, I just love watching movies." She gave Tim an impish grin, "especially with you."

Tim smiled, "we always end up missing 2/3 of the movie."

"That's what I mean. Movies are overrated anyway. I might get worried if we ever watch one all the way through."

"True."

Brooke gets up, takes hers and Tim's plate to the replicator then walks back and puts her arms around Tim, "Do you know how much I missed you?"

Tim kissed her cheek, and put his hand on her belly feeling the baby move around. "Our child is pretty active."

"Too active. I think this kid is going to be a kickboxer or something. Like I said, he's very healthy."

"You sure we got a boy?" He asked rubbing her belly gently.

"I think so. You know, it's not too late, we could find out the sex of the baby. This baby seems like a boy."

Tim shook his head, "I want to be surprised we know too much these days." He smiled and rubbed her belly softly. "let's keep it a secret."

She smiled, "Okay, I kind of like not knowing myself. It doesn't matter anyway. I'll love this baby no matter what it is." She kissed him, "Because this child is part of you."

Tim kissed her back gently, "and it's part you too." He pulled her on to the couch and began to kiss her face and chin.

She joked, "I guess this means the movie is out."

He continued to kiss her gently, "what do you think?"

"I think that we have been away from each other much too long. Like I said before, I've missed you."

Tim smiled and tapped her nose, "I missed your nose, your smile, your eyes."

"My wonderful body." She smiled back at him, "I missed all of you. I hated sleeping alone. I've gotten so used to you being there, holding me. I even hated waking up without you. Let's face it, I've been spoiled."

"Me too." He grinned, "I can't remember sleeping alone."

She gave him a serious look on her face, "Well, if I could help it, I'd never let you leave again but I know that I have no control over it. I'm just glad you're okay."

"I wouldn't dare get hurt, you'd kick my butt."

"Yeah and you better not forget that mister."

"I sure won't." Tim kissed her gently on the lips beginning to kiss her deeper and with more passion.

Brooke responded back...returning his kisses with the same passion. She missed him more than she thought possible.

Tim returned her kisses his hands slipped under her shirt, "I love you Brooke."

She whispered, "I love you too." The couch was getting a little uncomfortable. She kissed him one more time, managed to slip off the couch and retreated to the bedroom, taking her shirt off and dropping it at the doorway.

Tim was soon behind her and walked in to the bedroom and snuck up behind her. "you are beautify

She turned to him, wearing nothing but her panties, "Thank you." She put her arms around his neck and started kissing him.

Tim continued to kiss her and began to strip off his uniform, He missed her and loved her so much.

Brooke helped him with his uniform. She had longed for him to come home for she missed making love to him and she desired to feel his nakedness next to hers once more.

Finally they fell on to the bed and their passionate fire burned together and they shared their love for each other on the bed.

The love they shared for each other was strong and their time away from each other made it even stronger, a bond that would never be broken. Brooke laid along side Tim, resting her head on her hand and running her fingers along his chest and the lines of his arm.

Tim smiled, "I love you Rocky."

"I know you do." She leans over and kisses him very gently on his lips.

He returned her kiss and rested his hand on her bare belly. "I bet you can't wait for this to be over."

She put her had over his, "Sometimes, like when the baby moves around at night. I haven't gotten use to it yet so it interrupts my sleep."

"Well, maybe they can cut your shifts so you can get more sleep. I'll talk to Dr. Gakor for you if you want."

"If it'll keep T'prea off my back, that would be nice. I haven't slept really good since you left and add the baby's movement to it, I'm exhausted. But you're here now so maybe it'll be better."

"Well how else can I put you to sleep. Tim smiled, "just ask me and I will help you."

"Right now, nothing but later, one of your nice massages might do the trick. That's something else I missed while you were gone."

Which Tim agreed to. He didn't have her roll over to her belly, since it was now big, but he began to rub her back gently and tenderly. His hands found the spots that relaxed her on her body.

"Mmm, I really, really missed this. You, my love, are wonderful." She was right, his massage was just what the doctor ordered. She could feel her body ease up.

Tim continued to massage her back and then planted some small kisses along her neck. "I love you Rocky."

Brooke just smiled as she closed her eyes, getting close to falling asleep. "You're too good to me."

"You deserve it." Tim whispered, "you let me back in your life."

In a soft, sleepy voice, "I didn't know how good I had it until you left."

"Shh Shh, go to sleep Dr. O'Connell."

"Goodnight and welcome home." At that she fell asleep.