"Better Late Than Never"
by Brooke and Tim O'Connell
Brooke was enjoying herself at the party but she kept looking towards the door for Tim. A few moments later, she got stuck into a philosophical discussion with T'Prea forgetting all about Tim being late.
Tim rushed in to the holodeck and after getting a plate of ribs from Mike walked over to where Brooke was talking to T'Prea. He snuck up behind her and slipped one arm across her belly, and planted a small kiss on the side of her neck.
Brooke was startled but she was glad to see that he finally made it. She turned and gave him a soft kiss, "Well, it's about time. I was wondering when you were going to show up."
"You know me, free food and the ability to hang out with a hot babe I'm there." He grinned and kissed her again softly.
She looks around, teasing him, "I don't see any hot babe around here."
Tim grinned and decided to tease back, "don't you see that blonde from Stellar Cartography ... or the very cute medical officer in front of me now." He picked up a rib and began to nibble on it.
Brooke looked over at T'Prea and smiled, "See what I have to put up with?" T'prea just shrugged. "So, Mr. O'Connell, why are you late anyway?" She didn't really cared but she thought that she'd give him a hard time."
"I am late because I was filing reports and turning them over to Lt(jg) Zonheib." Tim smiled, "that and I wanted to make you wait.
"Uh huh, that's what I thought. Well, I'm glad you made it. I was getting tired of fighting off all the guys here."
Tim grinned and tapped her nose with a sauce covered finger. "I'll kick all their butts."
"I'm sure you'd love that." She wipes her nose off, "I don't think you have to worry about that. I don't think the male crewmembers here are interested in a pregnant, married woman...no matter how hot she looks."
"Well, they're fools. Because if they knew what I knew, they'd be beating a path to your door." Tim said with a wicked grin, "maybe I'll have to sell those images of our honeymoon." He was teasing her, which she knew.
T'prea raised an eyebrow and then stood up, "I think this is my cue to leave." Brooke laughed as she watched her go, "I can imagine what she was thinking just then."
"We'll have to send her those pictures." Tim said with a wicked grin.
"I don't think so." She grabbed a rib off his plate, "I have to work with her."
"Are you kidding, you'd be the most popular doctor on the ship." He smiled brightly and slipped his arm around her waist.
"That isn't exactly my idea of how to become popular on this ship. Besides, I like being just another face in the crowd. When I was growing up, I hated the popular kids. They were such snobs." She finished the stolen rib and put it back on Tim's plate. "So, no thanks."
"I was kidding Rocky, I wouldn't do that to you." He smiled and picked up another rib, "these are great, you want another one of my ribs dear?"
She was going to make a joke but held back, "No thanks." She licks her fingers, "Actually, I could use a drink and a napkin."
"Right this way." Tim walked with her over to the table and got her a napkin and a glass of punch.
She took the drink, Thanks." She looked around, "This party is going pretty good. I didn't think that there would be so many showing up."
"Yeah, quite a party." Tim waved to a few people he recognized and watched as some female members of the crew touched Brooke's belly. He smiled, "what's up with that?" he has to ask."
"I'm not sure. It's a chick thing I think. Most of them haven't had kids and I guess it 's just curiosity. I don't really mind it too much." She put her hand on her belly, "Oh, the miracle of life."
"Well, as guys, we love it when pregnancy is involved shows we're getting some regularly."
"Oh really, that's the first time I've heard that one." A thought came across her mind, "So, now everyone knows that we have a very active sex life. Great."
"Are you kidding me, I think half the crew knows." Tim grinned then gave her a small squeeze, "but I haven't been telling details."
She smiled, "And I thought people were staring at us because we make such a handsome couple."
"We do make a handsome couple." Tim grinned, "that and you're hot."
"As long as you still think so, that's all that matters." Her feet and her lower back was starting to bother her, "Let's find somewhere to sit." They walked over to a table. Price was at one talking and McGee on the other side. "Looks like everything is back to normal for the Captain."
He looked at the captain, "I'm glad he's free." Tim moved with her to a chair, "have a seat beautiful. I'll dote on you now."
She smiled, "Dote away dear." She continued to watch the people around her especially the Captain.
Tim sat next to her and took her hand, "just as long as you don't give birth or something."
"We still have a while before that will happen. You worry too much." She held up her hand, "I know, it's your right to worry."
"Yeah it's being a husband. It's in the job description."
"I know, we've had this conversation before." Continuing to hold hands, "But I'm glad you worry about me. It reminds me of how much you love me."
"You know I do beautiful." Tim smiled and kissed her cheek softly.
She smiled back. She saw T'prea over to the side, talking to someone, "I just wish that everyone could be as happy as we are. Behind a lot of these smiles, there are some who are lonely or hurting. It's kind of sad if you think about it."
"Let's not think of that." He rested his hand on her belly.
"I can't help it. It's the doctor in me, I guess." She found herself still looking over at T'prea. Brooke had become quite fond of her. Turning back to Tim, "I'm sorry."
"For what, caring for people.....don't be." He smiled, "so do you have to work tonight?"
"Oh shoot, I forgot I have beta shift but obviously, I'm not there. Actually, I'm taking half a shift. I'm supposed to be there at 1800 hrs. but I'm not going to bust my butt. That new doctor...Dr. Dothan is working the same shift. He can handle things until I get there. It's not like we are expecting any wounded." Being pregnant, Brooke found herself to tire easily so half a shift was all she could handle.
"Come on Lt O'Connell, we get to take you to sickbay now." Tim helped her stand up.
"Oh joy. I'd rather stay here." She was feeling lazy tonight, "Alright, if I have to go, I have to go." She drank the last of her drink and walked out with Tim.
Walking down the hall Tim stopped to give her a kiss.
He caught her by surprise, "I love you too."
"Love you too." He smiled and then went in for another kiss.
"Keep this up Tim and I'm going to have to call in sick." She kissed him back.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." He smiled and then stopped kissing her. "but you have to work."
"Yes, I do and no, it's not a bad thing. What I don't understand is why the Captain always puts us at different shift. Why not the same shift?"
"No clue dear."
"I guess you can't fight city hall or so the saying goes." She hugged him, "Who knows, maybe they'll get a clue and let us work the same hours."
"Maybe." Tim hugged her and then walked with her to the turbolift.
"No biggie. At least I'll be home in three and a half hours and then we have the rest of the night to ourselves."
"I'll draw you a hot bath." Tim touched her cheek. "and a hot tea."
She smiled, "That sounds nice. I'll be looking forward to it. Just don't fall asleep before I get there."
"I'll try not to." He grinned and watched her go.
"Demoted! And proud of it!"
By Ensign Peter Lockhart
Peter sat in main security during delta shift. He'd recently learnt of Ensign Zonhieb's promotion to Lieutenant Junior Grade, so the pair being on the same shift, he'd been given command of the shift and Peter had been demoted back to phaser fodder on the Galaxy. Not that he minded anyway, he'd only pulled shift commander once and he still hadn't fully recovered from the work and stress.
He thought back to what had happened and a shiver ran down his spine. Filling out forms about lost pets, stopping a fight between two crewmen and best of all, a missing child who had lost her communicator, so a shipwide sensor sweep had to be instigated.
All of these events had to be documented and the workload was no small task, combined with his own duties, Peter just couldn't be arsed. The reports he'd submitted to 'Commander Albrecht had redefinted the meaning of 'inadequate' though now he wasn't shift commander, he really didn't care. Besides, he reckoned that Albrecht only skimmed these reports anyway.
Luckily for him, it was all of Lt. JG Zonhieb's shoulders now and the Gorn hadn't obviously heard of the word 'delegate' which meant an easy ride for him for the moment, and he relished it.
Peter looked at the PADD he'd been holding and stared at the list of name on it. It listed all the people who'd so far put in five credits to the pot on Lt. Ames baby and the stardates they were betting on. It had grown quite sizable, up to 85 credits, with several people placing two bets. Of course, once this started happening, other people put more bets on and the pot was spiralling up.
In an effort to increase the amount of money going, Peter had split the times down from individual days to half days, in effect doubling the amount of time that could be bet on. He was also considering splitting it down further, into individual shifts, if the number of bets increased.
Peter himself had plumped for Stardate 50006.06 AM and 50006.06 PM, with Mark Mulich sticking to his original bet of 50005.30 PM. He was also glad to see that the list of people on the list did not exceed the rank of Ensign, at least not yet. He was concerned that there would be a leak and soon enough he'd have 'Commander Albrecht coming down on him.
As such, he'd reviewed the laws on gambling (which were also stored on his PADD) and had noted that nothing he was doing was illegal in the Federation nor subject to tax (as he wasn't going to make any money from this, just more friends).
It was about now that Ensign Neg'Puj walked in and Peter did a double take on the rather fetching young Ensign. He then did a double take on the chronometer and saw it read 02:53, another 37 minutes and Peter was going out that door like a flash.
"Ensign." Peter said, smiling at Neg'Puj.
"Mr. Lockhart." she said in reply, giving him a slight smile. Peter watched her head over to the replicator for a coffee.
"She fancies me for sure." he said to Ensign McElvogue quietly.
"No. She doesn't." came his reply.
"You're no fun Andy!" Peter said quietly and then he decided to try and prove him wrong. Peter jumped up and bounced over to where Neg'Puj stood.
"So how goes it Ensign?" he asked.
She turned back, holding a cup of coffee. "I'm fine thanks Peter. How goes it?"
"Oh very well really. Look, I don't think I ever thanked you for helping me to sickbay that time when I twisted my ankle..... so errr... thanks for that." he said, floundering at the end.
"Only doing my job Ensign." she said.
"Still it was thoughtful. No one else helped me till you came along." Peter said, trying to keep the conversation going. He didn't need to worry just yet.
"So why are you still here? I'd have thought you'd be out that door like a flash, on the Holodeck with Ensign Mulich playing at Cops 'N' Robbers or something?" she said moving back to a duty station.
"Me? Shirk duty?" Peter said sarcastically. "You've got me all wrong. I'll be here till 03.30 for sure. Maybe *even* an extra minute or two! Besides, it's the aerial battle between the Hidani and the Kranorum of 2266 today, not Cops 'N' Robbers."
"Cops 'N' Robbers." she maintained, smiling.
"Sure, sure. Whatever. Hey, look, you know that Lt. O'Connells wife, Brooke Ames is pregnant. Well, a few of us have been betting on the due date, nothing illegal or anything. I was wondering if you'd like to put in 5 credits. It's not much, and if you pick the right stardate you win the winnings, which presently stand at 85 credits, 90 if you put a bet on!" Peter said, playing his winning smile and turning all his charisma on.
"Explan the rules to me." she said, her curiosity aroused.
Peter explaned the rules to her within a few minutes, and put a good spin on the whole idea.
"And where does the 5 credits go?" she asked.
"It goes into a joint account, set up by me, Mark Mulich, Heidi Mason and Chris Aaron, so your money is totally safe. When the winner is declared, we close the account and give the winnings out. It's totally on the board. Anyone can view the account if they like, and we're not going to rip anyone off. I mean, if I did, I couldn't go anywhere now could I? Besides, I'm sure you'd come and batter me if I tried it, and I wouldn't try anything on with such a beautiful lady as yourself." Peter said.
"Shame, I'd like you to try something on with me." Neg'Puj said quickly, smiling, then added. "Sure, sign me up! What dates are left?"
Peter, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, glanced back at Andy McElvogue, before listing the possibilities for Neh'Puj.
Lt. Cmdr. James Chen
w/an unauthorized appearance by
Lt. Cmdr. Matthew Albrecht
Chen sat at his personal comm station, waiting for the communication to come through. He sighed and tapped his fingers on the table. Finally, the image popped up. Commander Jordan shifted in his seat when he saw Chen. He was older than Chen. He was almost forty. His dark brown hair was just starting to turn gray. His beard was flecked with gray, also. Hie eyes were wary and belied his position as a warden for the Gamma Danal Maximum Security Prison. "Lieutenant Commander Chen. How can I help you?"
Chen smiled. He'd spoken with the Commander several times before. "I was checking to see the status of Chun Wu."
Jordan nodded. Over the course of several months, Chen had made it his business to know everything his "other" was doing in prison. Jordan was beginning to expect the calls. Normally, he would have told the officer to go to hell and let him run his prison, but the case of Chen was different. Besides, the younger officer never tried to tell him how to do his job. Jordan tapped a few commands on his computer and Chun Wu's face appeared on the screen next to his. Chen knew how closely it resembled his own, except for the shaved head and damaged eye. "Chen Chun Wu," the computer said. "Prisoner Number 0895-776421-AZXL." Jordan took a deep breath. "He killed two other inmates last week. Killed one with a spoon. The other guy he just poked in the brain with his toothbrush. Sharpened it down by gnawing on it."
"Who were they?"
"Gary Lang and Ko Laryn. Both formerly of the Maquis. Blew up a Federation medical vessel going to help a set of Cardassian colonists who got left in the cold by their government."
"Why did Chun Wu kill them?"
Jordan shrugged. "I don't know. The inmates say that Chen...Chun Wu, I mean, just killed them."
"Where is he now?"
"Solitary. Cell X-4. He broke a guard's arm trying to get him there. I haven't got a clue how he did it. He was shackled at the time."
Chen smiled grimly. "You don't want to know how he did it. It's not pretty."
Jordan looked a little disturbed Chen would know that. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to let him out into general population again. Lang and Laryn weren't the only members of the Maquis here. Their friends will seek retribution. All I know is I'm happy that he's the only guy from the Mirror Universe we got."
Chen nodded, remembering when that crew had run wild on the ship. "Yeah. Well, thanks for letting me know. I'm sorry about your man. And the other two prisoners."
Jordan frowned. "You didn't do it, 'Commander."
Chen smiled slightly. "Yeah, I know. Thanks again, Commander." Chen cut the link. He then typed in a request to Starfleet crew listings. He was wondering when he got to be so damned nosy when the listing he wanted came up. Lieutenant Terence Julius, formerly of the USS Triton, had retired from service last week. Chen closed his eyes in sorrow for his old friend. At the same time, it made him nervous. Terence had severed all ties to the life he'd lived for so long. And with Liz's death, Terence had little of any value anymore. And he'd been carrying a grudge against Chen for the last ten years. Chen took a deep breath and shut down the computer. He'd have to keep tabs on Terence's whereabouts. He had to bury the hatchet. Chen got up an shrugged into his duty jacket. He heard about a party down in a holodeck and figured he should check it out.
When he stepped off the turbolift, the smell of the barbecue hit him all at once. The aroma filled the hallway. Chen never ate barbecue, but he did admit he felt sort of hungry from the smell. He walked over to the open door and looked inside. It was a beach setting and dozens of officers were eating and playing. He smiled when he saw Lieutenant Commander Albrecht. Matthew looked over at Chen and walked over. "James," he said. "How are you? Here to join the party?"
Chen smiled and shook his head, somewhat regretfully. "No, sir. Just passing by to make sure you people aren't making a mess. I was just going to head up to security and send a couple officers down. I'll cover."
Matthew smiled slightly. "You know, I've never actually seen you in a party very long. You need to relax sometime."
"Well, sir, the day that a party actually relaxes me it'll probably be at my own funeral. Besides, I like my job. Being there suits me."
Matthew nodded. "Okay. Just don't send too many down. We don't wanna spoil 'em."
"I copy that. See you later, sir."
Chen watched Matthew go back. He paused for several more seconds, watching the officers run and play on the beach. He turned and headed back down the hall.
"Wayward little soul"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price
*** Listening Outpost Rhinsu ***
A Romulan officer in full military uniform sits perched over the monitoring equipment of the Rhinsu Listening Outpost; A small space platform rooted along the Romulan Star Empire in order to monitor traffic across the one light year stretch of space designated as the Neutral Zone; The designated buffer zone between the Federation of Planets and the Romulan Star Empire. As he listens to the signals from his equipment, he grows concerned.
"Commander, I have detected a small vessel entering the neutral zone." The equipment operator reported.
Commander Zar was not wearing the golden colored helmet that the operator wore as part of the Romulan Military uniform. It made it easy to see his eyebrow raise at learning of this news. "Are you certain? Can you confirm the signal and identify the craft?"
The operator made a few adjustments to his station. "Confirmed Commander. It is a small Federation shuttle craft. The USS Nova. Last known registry was to the Starship Galaxy, NCC-70637."
Commander Zar frowned at hearing of the confirmation. The treaties between the Romulans and Terrans was quite specific, either side was not to venture into the Neutral Zone for any reason. "Hail the shuttle. Warn them that if they are in violation of the Neutral Zone and if they do not alter their course and return to Federation space immediately, they will be in danger of being destroyed."
"Sending standard warning Commander. . ." the listening outpost operator reported. After a moment he turned around to face the Commander. "There is no response sir."
Commander Zar crossed his arms and frowned. It was shear suicide for anyone to attempt to breach Romulan space. Especially whoever this fool was in the Federation shuttle craft Nova. "Dispatch a warbird to intercept the shuttle."
"Yes Commander Zar. Reports indicate that Commander S'Tark's warbird is in the area nearest to the Neutral Zone breach. Shall I dispatch the Joulon sir?"
Zar nodded. "Excellent. Yes, send Commander S'Tark and the warbird Joulon to intercept and destroy the shuttle if it does not turn back for Federation space."
"As you wish sir." The operator agreed with a nod of his helmeted head. He then sent the message to the warbird Joulon.
*** Warbird Joulon ***
The massive Romulan Warbird Joulon was trolling an area in Romulan space, not far from the Neutral Zone when a message was received from field command.
"Incoming hail Commander. It is coded priority red one."
Commander S'Tark swiveled in the command chair to face the operations console that the three operators stood around in the center of the bridge. "Put it through." S'Tark said evenly. He knew that any red level orders meant that the Joulon was needed immediately. It had been months since the Commander and crew of the Joulon had seen any action. Since the end of the Dominion war they had be reduced to simple boarder patrol duty. S'Tark was itching for some action. A level red message usually meant it.
["Joulon, this is field command. An intruder has been detected entering the Neutral Zone on a trajectory that will take him into Romulan Space. It is a Federation Shuttle Craft, USS Nova. He has refused to answer any of our hails. You are to move to intercept and prevent the shuttle from entering Romulan space. Turn him away if possible, destroy him if necessary. Field command out."]
S'Tark nodded at the orders. Fairly routine practice for those that challenged the boarders of the Star Empire. Usually just the sub-space warning of being destroyed was enough to turn most wayward ships back in the tracks. There were few craft capable of challenging a warbird in this quadrant. A shuttle craft was definitely not one of them.
"Set intercept course. Bring batteries online. Charge weapons to full capacity." S'Tark ordered in routine fashion.
"Aye sir." Came the standard response as the crew of the Joulon carried out the orders the Commander had given.
Within a few minutes the Joulon was within sensor range of the USS Nova. The tiny Federation shuttle was flying a straight course, heading right across the Neutral Zone and into Romulan space.
"Hail that vessel. All frequencies." S'Tark commanded.
"Still no response Commander. They are refusing to answer."
"Then they are fools. We shall destroy them with a single shot from our disruptors." S'Tark stated. "Bring weapons to bare on that shuttle. Hold our position here. When they cross over into Romulan space, destroy them."
"Yes Commander." Came the reply.
As the USS Nova flew into visual range, Commander Stark ordered her placed on the main view screen. The crew watched as the tiny shuttle craft grew larger and larger as it approached the monster warbird who was perched and ready to strike the moment the shuttle crossed over into the Romulan Star Empire.
"Commander, I believe I have intercepted a low level transmission from the vessel."
Commander S'Tark glanced at the Romulan officer, "Why did you not detect it before Centurion?"
"It is a low level signal. I believe it is what the Terrans use for ship to ship communications. It's not on a sub-space carrier." The Centurion explained. "Commander, I think you should listen to this. . ."
S'Tark looked annoyed, but agreed to listen to the transmission with a wave of his hand. The operator activated the proper equipment to place the signal on the view screen.
Commander S'Tark and the rest of the Joulon's bridge crew were shocked at what they saw.
The image of a small Romulan child, panicked and with teary eyes appeared. Beside him was a Federation officer who was slumped backwards in his chair, unconscious. ["Me scared. Me need help. My friend is not ok and me scared. Please help. Me Sullar Sullax."]
"The message repeats continuously Commander." The Centurion stated.
S'Tark seems to be stunned by this. "That is a Romulan boy." He declared in a low tone.
"It could be a deception Commander. Our orders dictate that we destroy all. . ."
Commander S'Tark cut the Centurion off in a louder tone, "That is a Romulan boy. And what is more, that is my step-son. Deactivate weapons. Prepare a tractor beam."
"But Commander, standard Romulan procedure dictates that. . ."
S'Tark grew angry at the Centurion's apparent lack of understanding of the situation. With a brisk back hand, the Commander obtained the young man's full attention. "Did you not hear what I said? You are not suggesting that this vessel open fires on my step-son, are you Centurion?"
Rubbing his chin and cheek where the Commander's hand had struck him, the Centurion lowered his eyes slightly while the contempt for his commanding officer boiled inside. "I was merely pointing out policy Commander. I meant no disrespect. We do not know if this transmission is genuine, it could still be a deception!"
S'Tark turned away from his subordinate and looked at the view screen. "Then we will find out once we have the shuttle secured in a tractor beam. If it turns out to be a deception as you say, then I will let you have the honor of the kill Merrik. But I will not risk murdering my step-son out of hand until I have ascertained the truth of this situation. Is that clear?"
"Yes Commander." The Centurion responded moving his arm across his chest in the traditional salute.
"Good. Now lock onto that shuttle with a tractor beam and bring it on board at once. Those are my orders." Commander S'Tark stated evenly.
The looping distress message disappeared as the image of the approaching Federation shuttle craft USS Nova once again filled the screen.
by Ensign Ragnald Gustavson
helmsman, USS Galaxy
Ragnald took a piece of Rokeg Blood pie, sat down and had a bite.
This pie was different to the one his friend`s mother cooked when they visited his parents. Ragnald wondered what became of him. They lost contact when G`eliH was sent to a dreary outpost as an ambassador.
Ragnald looked around at the crew members sitting next to him. Some of them began to stare at him with a look of abhorrence. A young terran woman covered her mouth with her hand got up and left the holodeck. Ragnald never understood why terrans especially those who were born on Earth used to react this way on certain dishes. This pie was really delicious. He had to find out the receipt. Ragnald gobbled up the piece of pie one big mouthful after an other.
Some of his fellow crew members already seemed to suffer from the effects of the alcohol they enjoyed. Ragnald began to feel uneasy. The party had reached a point when during his four years at the Academy other guests usually began to do silly things or even start a brawl.
Although Ragnald didn`t expect those events to happen at this barbecue he decided to leave the party. He didn`t sleep for almost 18 hours now and he began to become really drowsy. His first shift was scheduled for 03:00 and he didn`t want to doze off at the helm.
Ragnald said good-bye to his workmates and left.
Thread: after the party
Jake was fully absorbed in a microscope when he heard again from the party. Thank god he was alone. Some of the chemicals he was working with, while perfectly safe, did not go well with ribs, and the whole meal he ate came up.
"Shit!" Jake muttered, drawing Scott's attention from another room.
"What happened?" Scott poked his head, and saw Jake cleaning a mess.
"It's just my stomach, it didn't like the ribs I ate mixed with the cleaning salivant in here." Jake put a hypo to his arm.
"That's a hypo, like antacid. For when my gut acts up, but it's been behaving for a while. Only this time I didn't get any warning, gotta send a note to sickbay. And my PC." Jake answered.
"For?" Scott asked, the latter puzzled him a bit.
"To beware parties and this brand of solvent too close together. I hate learning this way, but it happens more often than I care to admit. That's one of the reasons I can understand what T-Prea's going through now with the baby. For example, certain combinations that were perfectly alright before come back in really rotten ways." Jake finished, leaving no sign of his indiscretion. "A woman's body is always changing along with her baby, and some things don't mix. Even with out provoking, there can come morning sickness. I have to hand mix all the air freshener now in the house because the baby won't tolerate those store brand ones."
"Are you sure you've never been a father before?" Scott asked.
"Yes I am. But I am decidedly not a stranger to a tricky stomach. It is amazing to me that more people don't realize just how many changes take place." Jake mused. "I've seen a video of how a baby grows and changes and I know how any change affects me. It is only logical to conclude the woman whom is carrying the child undergoes the same number if not more in the way of shifts and changes." Jake returned the little furry animal back to it's pen. Scott noticed that Jake was the only person the thing never tried to bite.
"Reunion" pt. 1
by Lt. Commander Thomas
Starfleet Liaison Officer
Lt. J. Lucas Brandis
Chief Operations Officer
Lt. Commander Thomas had finished speaking with his wife about the good news and told her that they were going to be meeting with the captain later around twenty one hundred hours. He decided that he should pay a visit upon a few of his old friends on the Galaxy now that he and Anna would be remaining on the ship. He'd helped to first unpack their things again before he went off to speak with old friends.
Lt. Brandis was the first person that he decided to speak with, since Jonathan was the current chief ops officer. He'd taken over Chris's old position on the Galaxy and from everything that he'd seen so far was doing an excellent job there. He wasn't sure of course how things would go, but he was going to speak with everyone on the ship that he'd severed with before leaving the ship. There were of course many new faces so it would be a short list to cover, but he would take the next few days to meet with them.
He'd already new where to find Jonathan as he was on the bridge at alpha shift and would just be coming off duty now. Chris hustled into the turbolift and went the bridge to wait for him to finish up his shift.
** Bridge **
Chris stepped off the bridge, catching more than one persons attention since he'd just left the bridge an hour or so ago. He knew it would take some getting use to for everyone, including himself about the fact he didn't hold a normal position on the ship. He and the captain would have to sit down at some point in the future and really discuss what his ultimate role on the ship would be, but that could wait.
"Jonathan." Chris said as he approached Chris, after having finished up his shift at ops.
"'Commander, I've been meaning to catch up to you." Lucas looked around the Bridge. "But, I'm sure you know the job can be pretty demanding at times. After all, I learned everything about it from Casey and yourself."
"I thought we could catch up on old times." Leading the way into the turbo lift.
"Old times, sir?" Lucas smiled, as a thought crossed his mind. 'What would Star Fleet want a Liaison officer on the Galaxy for?' "If memory serves, old times were when your mind was preoccupied with other persons, sir. But, I understand that you are recently remarried?"
"Yes old times, well it's only been six months, but I thought we still might be able to catch up on them. After all didn't you know six months is a long time when you're in Starfleet Intelligence?" Chris asked.
"Well, you're talking to a 75 year old El Aurian six months ain't much." Lucas laughed.
Chris smiled as he moved to answer the next question, "Yes indeed I did get remarried, just recently. It's been just over three months that I've been married to Anna, who's the joy of my life these days." Chris said.
"Really? That's great to hear sir. Perhaps we could have dinner at the Brandis residence with my new fiance, Alexa Casey?" Lucas boasted, somewhat proud that he would soon be a 'member of the club'. "But, I don't have anything planned for today. Alexa's away with the school kids today, some field trip, I think. So, it's your call sir?"
Chris grinned from ear to ear for a moment and then his expression changed to a more somber look. He couldn't imagine anyone being a member of the Casey family without having gotten approval form the parental elders. "That must've took some doing, I am sure that the Casey's just don't marry off to anyone." Chris said with a tease. "You must've made a good impression upon them from the start."
"It was a leap of fate more than anything. Although, I like to tell the ensigns that it was a shot gun wedding." Lucas joked. "Vazz, some days, I can't believe it myself."
"I am sure that makes for some great stories and certainly will even more so over time. It'll be something you'll be able to your grandchildren about." Chris said with a smile.
"Well, we haven't quite gotten as far as grandchildren." Lucas laughed.
"But Seriously that's great news, Jonathan I am very happy for you. Anna and I are suppose to meet with the captain for drinks around twenty-one hundred so I am free until then." Chris said.
"There we go. Suggestions, 'Commander?"
"How about some target practice in the phaser training room. I need to retool my skills as I am out of practice after having spent 3 months working behind a desk. What do you say Lt.?"
The pause seemed to answer itself, "Good for me, just remember, you're not as young as you used to be."
Chris let out a laugh at the notion, "That maybe true about me I am older than I was when I last severed onboard the ship. However my wife makes sure I get plenty of exercise and that I stay in shape." Chris said with a twinkle in his eye, hinting at something married couples do to keep each other in shape.
Understanding fully, Lucas replied. "Ah, yes, the perks of a good marriage."
"Yes being married does have some very nice perks, and keeping it a good marriage is something every couple has to work at, because it's a lifetime commitment." Chris said, even through he'd been involved in more than one marriage in his lifetime. He'd take the time to explain everything to Anna over the past three months.
"How do you like being the chief operations officer? Find any problems?" Chris asked remembering his short time as chief operations officer.
Lucas thought the question odd, but did not want to pry into the minds of superior officers. It may very well have been an innocent question. Lucas paused, thoughtfully, "Chief Operations Officer, it's another title. I really don't even use it that often. There were some inconsistencies in certain ops, especially after the mission where the Galaxy tested the M7 tactical computer systems. It's definitely hard work, Chris. But, I would mind less if the paper work was not directly proportional to the warp core energy out put..."
Chris responded as he remember the title that the captain used for the position, which wasn't widely used.. "That's right the captain's refers to your title and position as operations manager." Chris said it'd been a while.
"I never could get used to title 'Manager', but the title does fit." Lucas though. He couldn't help but wonder if the 'Commander was angling to get his old job back.
"I never could really get used to that title, because it's not widely used in Starfleet."
"No, it isn't. Must be an Austraillian thing." Lucas smiled.
"Commander Casey give you a hard time about the departments performance?" Chris asked..."I remember he did at first with me, because he still wasn't ready to let go of his department and people that he loved and cared about."
"Deiran, doesn't let go of much. In all the time we've been friends, I'd say hard times are a part of it. He stops by a few times, but he trusts my work. Especially in light of recent events, he is too busy to pester quite so much." Lucas joked. "To the shooting range?"
* * * * * Deck 12 - Shooting Range * * * * *
Chris and Jonathan arrived at the phaser range. "Red or blue?" Chris asked as he entered his authorization code for them to use the room and weapons.
"I could go for Red?" Lucas asked.
"Doesn't matter to me either call is fine for me." Chris said.
"Alright then Red it is." Lucas replied, phaser ready.
With this information he finished entering the coded sequence and waited for the computer to begin releasing the targets.
Chris stepped into the circle to start the round.
Two streaks of red rocketed back behind Chris and Lucas dropped down to fire at them. The hit was right on target as they both shattered into nothing. "Got it." Lucas stated
"Have you had any problems with the ODN relay number 9?" Chris asked as they fired their phasers at the targets when it was time.
Lucas fired squarely at another target before answering, "I had that entire relay replaced with a Cysic ODN converter and EM pulsifier for better handling."
Chris grinned, "they must've gotten that fixed when the ship went for maintenance since I left the ship."
"Exactly, it took the engineer's some time to work out an ODN and EM sub-connection but Lt. Suder worked it out nicely. No problems since." Lucas laughed. "If I can't work with it, it's out."
"I glad to hear that it finally got fixed and has stayed fixed. Something that Derian and I had dealt with off and on while we were in operations. You'd have to ask him when it started up, but I believe it was just after I came onboard we started having the problem." Chris said.
"I see." Lucas replied on the mark with another rapidly ascending target.
"Anything new in operations these days?" Chris asked.
Lucas was almost certain that Chris wanted his old job back. "Chris, permission to speak freely." Lucas asked, pausing the shooting program from a remote panel.
"Granted" Chris said as he expected some sort of odd question to be forth coming.
"The Captain is free on all charges. The Dominion is no longer a threat in the quadrant. There's no reason for a Liason officer. So, sir, do you want my job?" Lucas asked point blank.
(To be continued...)
NRPG: Takes place at the same time as "What's Really Important" by Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas, Chief Counselor
"Duty Before Pleasure"
Lieutenant Michael McDowell
With Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas
Excerpt from "What's Really Important"
*** McDowell's Quarters, 1500 hours ***
The soothing yet happy sounds of Handel's Water Music filled Michael's quarters. Still in his warm bed, Michael listened to it while he was going over some details of the report on the Tactical Systems.
He was early this time. He'd slept for only five and a half hours when normally he sleeps for about eight hours. This was not really surprising since Delta Shift had been quite routine the last week. It was a welcome change, especially for Michael since it made his job as a shift supervisor easier.
However, this 'change of pace' in Engineering didn't mean that he didn't need the vacation anymore. Michael finished the request days ago but had not yet handed it over to Lt. Commander Samara. He was just waiting for the right time, and maybe that time was now. Delivering supplies to various outposts along the Romulan Neutral Zone was a piece of cake compared to their last few missions. They wouldn't miss one Engineer at this time, now would they? Now was a good time to have that vacation. That is, if it was granted.
Michael scrolled to the next page. There he noticed something odd. Chapter 3, paragraph 1 described the results and feedback on the upgraded Phasers from the Security Department. Although the results were good according to the Chief of Security, a small percentage Phasers showed strange behavior. Security officers had discovered that, while they were testing, their phaser didn't work properly at high settings.
Michael frowned. This could be serious. He began to Concentrate more on the matter, carefully reading the details as not to miss anything important. Meanwhile he made a mental note to contact the Chief of Security, who appeared to be one Lt. Commander Albrecht. They should discuss the matter in more detail so that Michael could deduce a possible cause for the erroneous behavior in the Phasers functioning.
Michael summoned up several circuits in his mind of the updated Phaser design. He had a hunch that in some cases the multiphase emitter demanded to much from the LiCu 521 superconducting crystal. But it was only a hunch. Only Lt. Commander Albrecht could provide Michael with the necessary information to see if he was right.
Michael was still in deep thought, going through several more possibilities, when his combadge beeped.
=/\="Dallas to McDowell."=/\=
A smile appeared on Michael's face as soon as he heard Karyn's voice.
*Now that's what I call a nice surprise.* he thought.
The combadge lay on a small desk near the bed. He reached for it and activated it.
"McDowell here." Michael replied happy. Hearing her voice always made him feel good. Even in bad times her voice could make him feel like he could take on the world.
=/\="Hey stranger, just wanted to see if we were on tonight.=/\=
"Well...let me check my calendar...what was your name again?" Michael answered and smiled playfully. He loved to make small jokes when they were talking. He could hear Karyn chuckle.
"1700, right?" Michael continued. There was a slight pause before Karyn answered. Something which struck Michael as odd. Karyn wasn't known to be hesitant.
=/\="Actually, I was hoping we could make it 1830. Something has come up. Is that ok?"=/\=
Michael sighed. *Always something that's in the way. Another 1.5 hours gone.* He felt the frustration when he replied. He could do nothing else than to give in so he tried to make a little joke out of it, hoping that it would hide his disappointment.
"If I didn't know better Counselor, I'd say that you had another Gentleman caller..."
Again Karyn laughed at his joke an that made Michael feel a little better.
=/\="Why Michael, is that jealousy I hear? Believe me, it's nothing like that. Someone needs to talk."=/\=
Michael laughed for a few seconds. Karyn always had an appropriate answer. Than he turned serious again.
"I understand. I'll be waiting...I have something special planned." he said and could already imagine Karyn's expression at this moment. He knew she loved surprises.
=/\="I can't wait See you soon."=/\ She answered. There was a pause, only a second, before Karyn continued.
=/\="Michael...I've missed you."=/\=
Those few words struck Michael right in the heart in a way only Karyn could do. It kept Michael breathless for a moment before he replied.
"Me too, love. Me too."
After their conversation Michael just kept staring at the ceiling for minutes, thinking about the coming evening where he and Karyn finally would be together. And nothing that could prevent that, except a Red Alert.
Than Michael remembered the issue with the Phasers and got up. He grabbed the PADD with the report on the Tactical Systems and made his way to his personal console.
*Time to schedule a meeting with the Chief of Security.* Michael thought while he sat down.
by LCDR Endris Gakor
with (and reviewed by) the rest of the medical staff.
*** Medical Conference Room, Deck 12 ***
Endris walked into the room, placing a large stien and a PADD at her chair at the head of the table. Pitchers of iced Tellarite cherry tea and various other beverages decorated the table. As usual, the cuisine loving medical officer also created a buffet of pasteries and other light snacks for people to munch on during the meeting.
There was plenty going on. Lt's T'Prea and Ames were expecting, and would soon be delivering babies. The Galaxy was slated to deliver supplies to colonies and outposts along the Romulan Neutral Zone. After the war, the Romulans had been testing their 'muscle' to see if the war had depleated Federation resources enough for them to begin incursions into enemy territory.
Among the supplies were some barrels of Ervative acid, Nitrates, and other powerful liquids, gasses, and solivents used in Terraforming projects. These items were needed by three different farming worlds. Large planets, which, once fully developed, would be able to feed many other systems with fewer natural resources.
Because these materials were biohazards if not properly combined or handled, Star Base 128 was scheduled to transfer a Biohazard Materials Specialist to the Galaxy's medical staff. Several other medical professionals, including a Deltan specialist that helped people with pheremone disorders.
Then there was the transporter accident that happened this morning, only a half hour before. Someone from medical would have to check the biofilters, to make sure transport of the volitle chemicals was safe. Endris determined Doctor Dothan had prior experience correcting transporter incidents with his previous host, and planed to assign him this critical task.
The victim of the DNA combination mishap was recovering in SickBay. She seemed to have advanced medical skills, and if it could be verified that her Bajoran portion was once Miran Casey, she would hold the rank of Lt Commander. Endris decided patient-105-A, had an ideal mix of skills to supervise the growing group of on-call professionals once she recovered and passed educational review boards.
It did not take long for the staff to arrive, and they were grateful that so much had been already planned.
The two pregnant doctors were told they could transition to light duty when they wanted, since the Galaxy now had a large enough medical staff for them to relax and bond more with their unborn children.
Dr. Ames spoke up with respect, "I appreciate the concern and I'll be glad to discuss it with you later," she looks around, "in private." She didn't feel comfortable discussing her condition with the whole staff.
With a noble Vulcan vistage, T'Prea spoke up "Logic dictates my personal concerns also be discussed in privacy, but thank you for considering my condition."
Gakor made notes on her PADD, and turned to address them "Feel free to approach me in my office at your leasure, and we can discuss any personal concerns you have. Having had a child only a year ago, I understand what you are feeling." Endris then moved to the next item of the agenda.
The portion of the meeting where they discussed the supply mission went pretty straight forward. But numerous questions croped up over the transporter accident and the consequences it had for the crew.
"Deiran informed me this was a mechanical failure, which shut down the transporters. Engineering should be repairing them soon. He was more concerned about his wife, as you can imagine."
Doctor Dothan looked concerned, as the Trill pulled on his past host's memories concerning transporter failures. "Well, if the transporter chief initiated failure protocols at either end, I may be able to recover residue from the transporter that we can know for certain is Miran's DNA. once we isolate her genome, I think a retro-virus will be the best way to replace the foreign DNA with Miran's DNA."
"Snacks! It would be good to have one of us examine the condition of the transporters. It sounds like you have a grip on the matter, so go do it!", Endris said glad one more potential problem was checked off the list.
Roman O'Neil, listening to the others, finally spoke up. "Shouldn't her pattern still be in the transporter buffer? She did use the Galaxy's transporters after all. The same should be said of the other crewmembers she has mixed molecules with."
Gakor looked at her PADD, but had not recieved more information about the transporters. Deiran hadn't said much when he accompanied the patient to Sickbay. "I'm not sure. Deiran was interested in helping the victim rather than inparting details of the accident. It was my impression that the safety routines in the buffers shut down first. Roman, if you have other questions about the transporter, you can colaborate with Andre."
Everyone straightened up as they sensed the meeting was drawing to a close. After a brief interval, the Tellarite CMO made her concluding remarks.
"In the mean time, the rest of us will help Doctor Martin, who is at this moment mapping and isolating the four different strains of DNA in the resultant composit being. If you have ideas about separating them once we know more, feel free to contribute them. I have opened a shared pass down file for just this one case, since it is so unusual. Look for it during shift changes, to see what progress has been made. I have done a peliminary review of DNA separation techniques, and none of the papers on file have dealt with a case this complex. It looks like we have a large puzzle on our hands, people."
After these remarks, the doctors lingered in the area for an informal discussion. Several decided to head back to Sickbay to see the new patient.
Based on STAR TREK created by Gene Roddenberry
Story by Lieutenant Suder - Assistant Chief Engineer
Suder sat back in his chair and sighed. He looked around. There were only two other Engineers in Main Engineering. Everyone else was either off duty or fixing some conduit some where on the ship. Things were very quiet. It was nice and relaxing. No busy maintenance schedule to attend to, no damaged consoles around the ship that might have been damaged by one certain Engineer's fist. "Diagnostic complete." the computer finaly responded. Suder sat forward in his chair and looked at the information displayed on the monitor. "Computer, show me a list of holograms currently active outside the Holodecks." Suder ordered. A name appeared on the list that Suder was not aware of. He grabbed a data padd and downloaded some information from the main computer. He then made his way to the exit of Engineering giving a nod to one of the young Engineers releasing Engineering to him.
The doors to Sickbay slid open and Suder walked in quite quickly. He looked around and discovered that like Engineering, there were very few officers on duty. He walked over to the main computer in Sickbay and began tapping some controls. Information came up on the display unit. He continued to read the information and downloaded the information on to his data padd. Suder then left Sickbay and made his way back to Engineering.
On his journey to Sickbay and back to Engineerng, things had seemed really quiet. It was like there was only a handful of officers left on the ship. Of course, a large amount of officers were in the holodeck, and it was good. The crew was fianlly having fun which was a good break for them. Suder created a message and sent it to the Captain's Ready Room requesting a meeting...
Captain Robert Edward Lee Price
Lt. Commander Karyn Dallas
***Counseling Department, Deck 14***
The Captain stood outside the Counselor's office. Uneasily, Lee cleared his throat while giving his duty uniform a straightening tug. He then pushed the entry chime and waited for the Counselor to answer.
"Come in." He heard from outside the entryway, as the door opened with a swoosh.
Lee was conflicted about talking to the Counselor, and it showed in his body language as he tentatively walked into Karyn's office. Normally quite relaxed and at ease, Lee felt a bit awkward and clumsy. He tried to remember that he was hurting and the Counselor was going to do everything she could to help him.
Karyn smiled warmly to put him at ease. "Hello, Captain. Please come in and sit down. Can I get you anything to drink?"
"G'Day Counselor. Yes please, some water would be fine." Lee said walking into the office and glancing around at the furniture. There were several seats to choose from, which the Captain supposed was for larger group sessions. In an odd sort of way, he had half expected the cliche‚ of a big leather couch upon which he'd be laying down.
Noting the Captain's hesitation while pouring a glass of water from the pitcher on her desk, Karyn asked, "Is everything okay Captain?"
Lee smiled boyishly as he decided on the chair across from Karyn's desk and sat down in it. "No Counselor. I just wasn't sure where you wanted me to sit."
Karyn nodded knowingly while handing the Captain his glass of water. With her hand she motioned to all the chairs in her office. "In this line of work, it's advantageous to have a number of seats available. Not only for group sessions, but also personal preference. It's important that the people I work with feel comfortable while they are here. Sit anywhere you’d like, I’m flexible." Karyn had purposely avoided using the word `patient', something years of being a Counselor had taught her to avoid. People still had a real phobia about receiving counseling, even in the twenty fourth century.
"I half expected you'd lay me down on a leather couch while you took notes on a datapadd." Lee commented placing his drink down on the desk and crossing one of his legs where he sat in the chair.
"I hear that all the time." Karyn answered pointing at the sofa near the outer bulkhead, "If you'd prefer we could move over there."
"No, no, this will be fine Counselor." Lee shook his head.
Karyn smiled again. "If it helps you to know this," she whispered, "most people choose that very chair you are now sitting in." She straightened up and smiled, "So you have no need to worry, you are perfectly normal as far as I can tell."
Lee smiled at the candid comment and joke Karyn had made. "Well that's good to know Counselor."
"You can call me Karyn in here if you like." Counselor Dallas stated.
Lee didn't seem too comfortable with that idea. "I think I'd prefer Counselor `mate. If it's all the same to you?"
"That's fine Captain. Whatever you are comfortable with. Would you mind if I called you Lee during our sessions?" Karyn asked.
The Captain thought for a minute and nodded, "That would be fine Counselor. It sounds less formal that way." Lee smiled.
"I know. That's why I prefer Karyn over Counselor on these one to one sessions. But we can work up to that." She smiled.
"So when do we begin `mate?" Lee asked.
"We already have." Karyn stated. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to talk about Lee? Or should I just ask you some questions?"
She had to admire his composure. Karyn knew he was uncomfortable being here. She even suspected he hadn’t wanted to come here at all, but knew he needed to out of professional courtesy.
The Captain thought a moment before answering. If he just talked, he could possibly keep Karyn from asking probing questions, but all he could think of was how much he missed Jamie, which didn't help matters at all. "Why don't you start Counselor?"
Karyn nodded. "You’ve been through a lot the past few days. I haven’t had much of an opportunity to speak with you after your release, and I’m interested in how you felt about the whole ordeal. You don’t get that kind of information through FNN. What was it like being on the run from the authorities Lee?"
The Captain was surprised Counselor Dallas had asked that, but was grateful that she didn't ask something more stinging like `do you miss Yeoman Jamie York?'
"It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I knew that I was innocent of the charges, but everyone was out to get me. . . everyone except for members of the crew of course. But to be honest, I didn't know if I was going to be able to prove my innocence. The ones that did this, that framed me, did a bang-up job of it."
"If you were to have to pick out the best thing and the worst thing from that whole experience, what would they be?" Karyn asked.
Lee was starting to relax a little bit. This wasn't nearly as hard as he thought it would be. (talking to the Counselor) Karyn could tell he was loosening up as his conversation became more animated.
"I'd say the best thing was that I found out who really believes in me. Those that stood behind me and came to my defense while the entire Federation, the entire quadrant, was certain that I had murdered the President."
"And the worst thing Lee?"
"The worst thing was that President Kinnley was assassinated, and even though the guilty parties have been accounted for, the Federation has still suffered a loss. Now a peaceful alliance with the Romulan Star Empire is definitely out of the question. It was President Kinnley's vision and unfortunately I feel it died when he did."
"Did you admire the President, Lee?" Karyn asked.
The Captain nodded, "Aye. He was a great man. His death was a tragedy."
Karyn nodded solemnly. “He was a wonderful man and an inspiration to many. He was an ideal role model for those of us who didn’t have a great deal of fatherly influence in our lives. I know my father could have taken some lessons from him.” Karyn tried not to let the bitterness show. Years of abuse by her father had made talking about her family extremely difficult. She wondered what kind of relationship he had with his family.
"Did you admire your father? Can you tell me about him?" Karyn asked.
Lee took a deep breath upon hearing the question. This was a tougher question than the last one.
"I suppose in a way I admired my father. He was a simple man really." The Captain began. "I grew up on a horse ranch near Sidney. In a way, we were real throw backs compared to the rest of society. My father, Henry Price or 'Hank' as most folk called him, had a passion for the old way of doing things. We maintained the ranch using what he called 'old school' methods. We rode horses, corralled the herds, mended fences, basically did everything using tried and true methods that our ancestors had utilized. Even though there were more modern ways available to get the work done. My father always said that built character - doing it the old way."
"Interesting. There are very few old school customs left in the universe and it’s nice to hear about someone who is upholding long standing traditions. Still that way of life must have made life more challenging for you. Do you think that your father's refusal to embrace technology contributed to your joining Starfleet?" Karyn asked.
Lee shook his head. "No. I didn't join Starfleet until after I'd gone to school and studied Engineering and Physics. I suppose in a way that interest was inspired by my father's lack of interest in using modern methods. Though really, I just wanted to get away from the ranch and go do something with my life. After being out on my own working in the civilian market for a few years, I was drawn to the stars as my curiosity about the unknown grew."
"It sounds like you were feeling trapped on your father's ranch. Like you were bottled up?" Karyn suggested.
"Yes," Lee nodded, "Though it wasn't all that bad mind you. I mean I loved my father. He was a hard man to please, and stubborn as an ox. But he was also a kind, gentle soul. He loved all things living. Especially his horses. I remember how much I hated it growing up when all the other children would have parents that embraced technology, while my parents, and my father in particularly, only seemed to embrace the past. One of his favorite pastimes was studying the battles of the American Civil war in the 19th century. Once a year he'd make a fool of himself with his friends and transport to Gettysburg to reenact a battle there, wearing full dress costumes from the period. You think it would be easier to go to a local holo-suite rather than go to the actual battle field, but that never seemed to bother my father. He said it was more of a tribute to go to the actual site and reenact the battle there. I never did understand it. To me it was nothing more than an embarrassment."
"Did he give you the nickname ‘The General’?" Karyn inquired.
The Captain shook his head, "No. That has more to do with the teasing I received growing up because of the name my father chose for me. When I was young it was really bad. The other children would see my father dressed up in his ancient battle uniform and getting ready to go on one of his reenactment campaigns, and they would make the connection between my name and the General Robert E. Lee. So they called me that to make fun of me, and my throw-back father. I got used to it though. Then when I was in Starfleet Academy, it started again. Only no one there knew my father or how passionate he was about that particular time period in Earth's history. They simply called me that solely because of my name. So it's only a minor annoyance any more."
"You had no desire to change your name when you left for college?" Counselor Dallas inquired.
Lee thought about the question for a brief moment, "Well, it's like you asked Counselor. I admired my father. Robert Edward Lee was the name he gave me. I didn't think it would be right to change it, out of respect for his memory."
Karyn could see Lee loved and respected his father, even if they didn’t see eye to eye on things. This respect for things he didn’t always agree with made him an honorable Commanding Officer.
Karyn nodded, satisfied with the Captain's explanation. "When did your father die Lee?"
"November 19th, 2357." Lee answered quietly, "He was only 67. I was twenty two. I was working for a construction company in Sidney at the time. When he died, my mum was a total wreck. I had to take time off the job to take care of things back home on the ranch. It was a rough period in my life. For all of his eccentricities and hardness, I did love my father. He was a good man."
Karyn noted the sense of admiration Lee had for both his father and Jeff Kinley. Was that why he was keeping his emotions inside? Did he fear the grief would be somehow dishonorable or not worthy of attention?
Karyn nodded quietly. The counselor knew how traumatic it can be to loose a parent. Captain Price certainly had felt his father's loss. "How about your mother? Is she still living?"
Lee looked up. "Aye. She left the ranch shortly after my father past on. Now she lives in a little chalet in Paris." Compared to the information he had shared about his father, this was curt and more directly stated. Was there some awkwardness
"When was the last time you spoke to your mother Lee?" Karyn asked matter of factly.
Lee looked across the desk at the Counselor. "It's been a while. Nearly a year I reckon." The Captain seemed surprised by his answer. Commanding a Starship did tend to monopolize his time. In a way he felt bad, he didn't get a chance to introduce his mum to Yeoman Jamie York. But now that Jamie had died, he figured it was best that he never mentioned her to his mother.
"Maybe you are overdue to give her a call?" Karyn suggested. Being able to connect with the familiar was essential to the healing process. Perhaps reconnecting with his mother would allow Lee to talk about his feelings more openly and help to rid him of his feelings of isolation.
"I suppose you are right." Lee stated looking at the Counselor, "You must think I am a heel for not calling my mum more often."
Karyn laughed. "Not at all. I haven’t been much of a dutiful daughter or sister as of late. We’re both overdue. I'm not here to judge you Captain. I find the people I talk to do a better job of that all by themselves." She smiled.
Lee gave an understanding nod.
Karyn’s ‘getting to know you session’ had gone well. She knew Lee may not have found this particularly cathartic, most clients rarely did. This kind of conversation was absolutely essential to establishing the trust needed to delve into the more painful issues and Lee’s comfort was paramount to Karyn.
"I think we have made some good progress today Lee, and I'd like to talk to you again if it's okay with you. If you are comfortable speaking with me, that’s great. If not, we do have other counselors on the Galaxy that are qualified to listen and help you. Don’t be afraid to say so if you have a preference . ." Karyn explained.
Lee raised his hand, "No Counselor. I'm perfectly satisfied with you as my counselor." The Captain smiled.
"Great." Karyn smiled, "Why don't we meet again in two days for about an hour? Would that be okay?"
"That would be fine Counselor. I'll look forward to it." Lee smiled.
"Really?" Karyn questioned, throwing in a hint of wry humor. She for one was looking forward to getting to know the Captain better. She knew he trusted and respected her professionally, but she was hoping to be build a friendship like Lee had with the other Senior Staff. She knew he was unsure what to make of this though, because this was more personal and couldn’t be handled with standard ‘tactical’ procedure. She wanted to see if he was going to be honest with her or diplomatic.
Lee shrugged his shoulders and held up his hand with his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, "Maybe a tiny bit. . ."
Karyn gave a nod. "Well between now and then I want to have you work on some homework."
"Homework?" Lee questioned.
"Yes, homework. Something to think about between sessions so that we can discuss it when you come in." Karyn smiled.
"Okay Counselor. What is it?"
"I'd like you to think about your very first girl friend when you were young. Your first love. Try to remember all of the details about the experience that you can and I'll ask you to describe your relationship. What you liked and didn't like. What you got out of the relationship and what you put into it. That sort of thing. Do you think you can do that?"
She wasn’t trying to pry into his love life, but in order for her to get to the heart of his grief, she needed to establish how he felt then and how he felt about Jamie. Those memories would open the door to other subjects and allow Lee to deal with the emotions he was cautiously not allowing himself to feel.
Lee nodded. It seemed rather odd to him, but it didn't seem like that hard of a task to accomplish over the next two days. "Aye. That shouldn't be a problem `mate."
"Good. Then I will see you in my office in two days Lee. I appreciate you stopping by." Karyn smiled.
Lee stood up and shook the Counselor's offered hand. "No worries Counselor. Have a G'day."
"Good day Captain." Karyn responded. She then watched from her hoverchair as Captain Price turned and exited her office. She shook her head as he left her office. They had just had the most intimate conference they’d had since she’d come aboard, and he was telling her not to worry. Like Deiran, it was difficult for Lee to show vulnerability. He always had to maintain the Captain persona. Sooner or later that would wear a person down. Sooner or later Lee was going to have to just be himself. That would come later though. Together they would wait it out.
Glancing across the desk at the glass of water she'd drawn for him, she noted that he didn't drink a single drop. Smiling, Karyn moved around in her hoverchair and took the glass.
"They never seem to drink this." She stated to herself as she disposed of the unused water.
by Lt Jg. Seth Zonheib
"Captain." Seth called as the man left the holodeck. Price noticed the gorn standing there (he was hard to miss) and wondered why he would wait ouside instead of coming into the party. "What can I do for ya mate?" he asked.
The extra large security guard looked at the sign on the wall and proceeded to ask the captain for permission to overrid the standing orders. "I can't give exceptions to the rules mate."
"You do not understand." Seth argued "Hunting is about life and death, survival of the fittest. The battle works up my appetite. The chance at danger make it real. I'm more at home, more aware, more aggressive. Without that I may not be ready for the next battle where you need me."
"I don't think you need to be more aggressive Lieutenant." The captain used the lizards rank to put him in place. "You nearly killed that Chameliod. You pushed the limits of what a starfleet officer should do. I let it slide since you didn't have much choice. You did a fair dinkum of a job. But, I'm not about to let you do that daily."
"Gorn do not eat every day." Seoth countered "I would only require every five to eight days."
"I still can't bend the rules for you mate." Price was firm.
"Then I will starve." The gorn stormed off.
Captain Price watched the stuborn Gorn officer stomp away. "I'm going to be having trouble with that one." Lee thought.
Collage of Memories
Left alone for the first time in hours, the woman known as patient 105-A laid back on the biobed in reflection. She felt fine and didn't see the need for her to remain in observation. She should be up and working.
Working at what, was the question? She sorted through all the information that had been dropped around her. Everyone had spoken as if she wasn't here after Commander Casey had left. But then, she already had discerned that she was an anomoly that would have caught her own attention as well had she been the doctor on duty.
The first thing she had to do was get a name. It was clear that she was not any of the women that had been combined to make who she was. She knew without a doubt that regardless of everyone's hope that she was Miren, she was not. After some time, she decided she liked the name Michala.. Michala Lynn. She smiled, how many people got to name themselves? She knew that she was physically Bajoran or at least a great deal of her outward appearance was.
Michala thought back trying to claim her own past. She couldn't really because she had memories that just didn't coincide. For example, she knew that she loved to high dive, preferrably from natural cliffs into large bodies of water such as the sea. In direct contrast to that was the fact that she was afraid of heights. She ran into mirror images of events where she remembered different versions of what had happened. She had childhood memories of being two different places at the same time. Yet there were gaps, enormous gaps of which she could not recall.
Take Commander Casey, he had said that she was mostly his wife. However, other than a couple memories of his children and knowing she called him Dee. She could not remember anything of how they met, whether they were in love or even if she liked him. Someone had mentioned that Miren had been absent from the Galaxy for sometime, was that because something was wrong between them? She just didn't know.
Her head began to pound again as she tried to sort through the volumes of pictures and fleeting glimpses of events. She had a collage of memories to draw from at any point and time, yet she knew without at doubt that not one was truly her own. She rolled over on her side as a lone tear filled her eyes, what if they decided to disect her and return Casey his precious Miren. Then she would cease to exist and that was something she just couldn't allow to happen. She could leave the Galaxy, she knew how to pilot a shuttle. No, they would just bring her back.
She thought hard of the things she did know to see if there was some kernel that could be used in the defense of her own life. Regardless of the cirmcumstances that had surrounded her birth, she had been born. It was against Starfleet regulations for them to take that life from her. No one was around in sickbay at the moment as the doctors were in a meeting. The nurses were otherwise occupied so she slipped off the biobed and went to the computer. She accessed the files through one of her previous donor's passwords and found what she was looking for. She then had the computer run previous instances of similar events and the outcomes. She smiled as she read, for there right in front of her was the information that she needed. Though her situation was more complex then previous instances, those entities had been allowed to remain in existence.
She was a person in her own right by previous Starfleet regulations and decisions. They could not take that from her regardless of the reasons she had come into existence, nor could they reverse it without her permission. She quickly accessed medical records and found Miren's stored DNA patterns. It took only a moment to delete them. She made sure that no information necessary for DNA reversal and reconstruction was left in the medical records on one Miren Casey.
As an after thought, she accessed transporter records through this counsel. She had no idea how she knew what she was looking for, she only knew that it was a matter of her survival. One that she had to insure "just in case", she got the impression that the commander tended to get what he wanted. She was relieved to find that when the transporter had crashed, all current records had been deleted. She quickly rerouted the system to the special files that she knew engineering kept. 'Damn,' she thought, there was still a stored pattern on Miren Casey there. It didn't look to have been accessed till now. She went to delete the file and then had second thoughts, she sent a copy of it to a insignificant file that she knew she would remember and no one else would ever know to look at. She then quickly deleted the file and corrupted a few others and then carefully backed out of the system, rerouting the request for deletion through hydoponics. It would look as if a bug had entered the system, deeply.
Michala never stopped to analyze how she knew to do what she was doing. Her mind had slipped into a state of survival. Those who had been placed in life or death situations would have understood her sheer need to act without thought. She had just finished with the deletion when a nurse noticed she was off her bed and sitting at the computer counsel. "What are you doing?" asked the nurse with concern and suspicion.
Michala looked up at her as if not seeing her. "Have you seen my children? I can't find them, I can't remember what they look like? What are their names?" She whispered and stared back down at the computer. "I can't pull them up?'"
The nurse took the patient by the arm and gently guided her back to the biobed. She helped her to lay down and covered her back up. "You just rest, my dear." The nurse smoothed her abundant hair away from Michala's face. "You poor, poor dear, just rest and it will all be fixed soon." The nurse walked away sadly shaking her head at the fate of the poor woman. She didn't see the smile that lit Michala's face nor heard her comment as she moved away.
"Not if I can help it!"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price
"Approaching Starbase 128 Captain." Bruce called out from the Helm.
"Take us out of warp and prepare to dock. Slow us to one quarter impulse until we are in range 'mate." Captain Price ordered.
"Aye sir. Slowing to one quarter impulse." Ensign Maxwell responded.
It wasn't long after the ship dropped out of warp that Lieutenant Commander Ryak Sullax entered the bridge. Lee glanced over his shoulder at hearing the swishing sound of the turbolift doors and gave a nod at seeing the Chief Science Officer enter the bridge.
"You're not do on shift 'Commander. What brings you to the bridge 'mate?"
Ryak walked down into the command well to address the Captain. "No sir. However I wanted to check on a few calculations I am preparing for Astrometrics. I also wanted to check that my son arrived safely at Risa. Lieutenant Tzell failed to check in from the USS Nova as we agreed. I just want to make sure Sullar arrived safely for his visit with his grandparents."
Lee nodded. "I understand 'mate. Carry on."
"Thank you sir." Ryak nodded out of respect. He then turned and went to the Science station to carry out his business.
"Captain, Starbase 128 has authorized our berthing on docking bay 21." Lieutenant Richeson reported from tactical.
Lee gave a nod. "You heard him Mister Maxwell. Bring us around to docking bay 21. One eighth impulse until we are in range, then switch to docking thrusters only 'mate."
"Yes Captain." Bruce replied. He was looking forward to piloting the Galaxy class starship into the docking bay. He'd done dozens of simulations, but nothing was quite the same as the real thing. The young Ensign literally felt like the lives of all thousand plus crewmembers was in his hands as he tapped the appropriate controls to glide the Galaxy into position.
The ship gave a gentle lurch as the magnetic seals from the docking port matted with the appropriate surfaces on the Galaxy's hull.
"Bonzer job 'mate." Captain Price congratulated.
Bruce nodded with a big grin while he glanced over at Lieutenant Commander Jameson. "You made that look easy." Michael commented.
"Thanks." Bruce said, still filled with excitement over his first successful docking of the USS Galaxy.
"Securing primary power, and shutting down non essential systems for Starfleet docking protocols Captain." Jameson stated as he quieted the Starship's systems. "Everything is secured sir." Michael stated while swiveling in his chair to face back at the Captain. "Your orders Captain?"
"Why don't you and Ensign Maxwell go to deck 10 and see to it that the airlock to Starbase 128 is secured and stable. Then you can help coordinate the movement of supplies from the Starbase to our cargo holds. Work with Engineering and Lieutenant Commander Samara on the Galaxy to facilitate the transport and movement of supplies to the ship. It's important that they be stored properly to keep the load balancing on an even keel. Lieutenant Ashberro on Starbase 128 is supervising the loading of the supplies. Any packing list and destination manifests can likely be gotten from him 'mate."
"I understand Captain." Michael nodded. Glancing over to Ensign Maxwell he added, "Well it looks like you are with me Bruce. Let's go verify that the magnetic seals are holding on deck ten and uncork this boat."
"Right behind you 'Commander." Bruce smiled. He was glad to have something productive to do for the ship and her crew.
Lee watched the two bridge officers exit on the turbolift. He then noticed Lieutenant Commander Sullax over at Science One. He didn't seem very happy as the Captain Eavesdropped.
"What do you mean they haven't arrived yet? They should have been there a full ten hours ago." Ryak was heard saying.
"And there had been no response?" the Romulan father shot back in a pointed tone only a few seconds later.
"Keep trying. I will see what I can find out from here. If they show up, be sure to contact me via sub-space. Anytime, day or night. Sullax out."
Lee watched as the Lieutenant Commander stabbed at the control panel with a vicious finger to close the channel. Just as he did, he turned and noticed the Captain watching him. Ryak opened his mouth to speak, but the Captain beat him to it.
"Something the matter 'mate?"
"It's my son. The shuttle USS Nova hasn't arrived at Risa yet." Sullax explained with obvious frustration and worry in his tone.
"Crickey!, she should have arrived ten hours ago." The Captain stated.
"Ten hours, eleven minutes and forty six seconds accounting for spatial anomalies and a constant cruising speed of warp factor two." Ryak stated with scientific accuracy.
"You haven't heard any word from the pilot? Lieutenant?. . ."
"Tzell." Ryak stated to complete the Captain's query. "No. I instructed Tzell to send a message along the halfway point to check in. He failed to make the transmission. I dismissed it as possibly sub-space interference from the Odonis cluster, but was looking forward to arriving at this starbase to confirm my son's safe arrival into the charge of his grandparents. However now I fear that something unexpected has happened."
It was obvious that Ryak was worried for the safety of his son. What father wouldn't be? Lee stood and walked over to the science station. "Feel free to use the Galaxy's computer systems, sensors and sub-space transmitter to try and locate the shuttle 'Commander. I'm sure they will turn up. Lieutenant Tzell is an experienced pilot. He wouldn't let anything happen to your son."
Sullax nodded slightly. "Thank you Captain. If you will excuse me, I have work to do."
The Scientist then began calibrating the Galaxy's long range sensor array to try and find out whatever he could from their present location, docked at Starbase 128.
"Incoming hail Captain." Lieutenant Richeson reported from the Tactical station.
Lee glanced back as he walked back into the Command well. "On screen."
The main viewer displayed the larger than life image of a Starfleet officer. The Captain of Starbase 128, Captain Davidson.
["Welcome to Starbase 128 Captain Price."] Davidson greeted. He was a pleasant man, who wore a thick, black beard and was slightly balding up top.
"G'day 'mate. It's a pleasure to be at your facility Captain Davidson." Lee replied.
["I'm hoping you'll get a chance to come over and have dinner with me and my senior staff this evening Captain. Your entire staff is invited of course. Nothing formal, just come as you are."] Davidson requested with a smile.
"I'm sure my crew would like that Captain." Lee nodded.
["Listen, there is someone here that needs to speak with you. Do you think you can spare a few minutes once the Galaxy is secured to stop by my office Captain?"] Davidson explained.
"That shouldn't be a problem 'mate. Give me ten minutes and I should be able to drop by. Will that be okay Captain?" Price asked.
["That would be perfect. I look forward to seeing you then. Starbase 128 out."] Davidson stated before closing the channel.
Lee turned and walked over to the science station. Ryak was busy recalibrating the Galaxy's sensors. Probably trying to track the shuttle craft Nova's last known position and course based upon residual radiation traces and ion signatures. No small task from this great distance.
The Captain placed a hand on Ryak's shoulder. The Romulan didn't stop working. "I have to go to the Starbase for a spell. If there is anything you need 'mate, you be sure to let me know. I'm sure you'll locate the shuttle, and your son."
Ryak nodded slightly without deviating his attention from his work. "Yes Captain."
The Captain then turned to exit the bridge. As he past Lieutenant Richeson he stated, "The conn is your's 'mate." He then entered the waiting turbolift and exited the bridge.
*** Elsewhere - in the Romulan Star Empire on board the Warbird Joulon ***
"Tractor beam locked on Commander."
S'Tark nodded. "Tractor the Federation shuttle into our bay Centurion. Have security teams meet me there. I want to see this for myself."
"Yes Commander." The Centurion responded with an arm across his chest.
S'Tark turned on his heal and marched out of the command center of the Romulan warbird Joulon. The flowing cape of his Romulan uniform swayed in the wind slightly as he walked off the bridge.
The Federation shuttle craft was dwarfed as it was set down on the huge hangar flight deck of the massive warbird. The aqua colored shimmer of a force field sealed the outer door way and allowed the bay to pressurize, even as the massive outer blast doors to the bay slowly began to close; shutting out the open space outside of the ship.
Commander S'Tark came walking up the corridor as a security team, armed, stood by and waited for the green light to illuminate on the bulkhead; indicating the hangar deck was pressurized sufficiently to enter. With impeccable timing, the pressure light illuminated just as S'Tark arrived.
"Follow me." He stated boldly, barely breaking his stride.
S'Tark walked across the empty hangar deck with his attache of security Centurions in close formation behind. When they reached the shuttle, they quickly deployed around the perimeter, securing all avenues of escape.
"Open it." S'Tark stated in an authoritative tone.
One of the Centurions operated a small device that he placed on the hull. Tapping the Romulan controls, it quickly activated the pressure doors of the Starfleet shuttle craft.
With a hiss, the huge gull-wing pressure door opened up in clam-like fashion. Tentatively the Centurions pointed their disrupter rifles at the opening as S'Tark stepped forward and looked inside.
There was a Starfleet officer slumped over in the pilot's seat and little Sullar Sullax laying on the floor curled up in a ball, sleeping.
"This is no deception." Commander S'Tark stated as he boarded the shuttle and went towards his step-son. Brushing the hair from Sullar's eyes, S'Tark could see that the boy was alive. His face was soiled from his tears, and he looked exhausted from the entire ordeal, but he was a Romulan. He was strong and would recover. "Get a medic down here immediately." The Commander ordered.
One Centurion shouldered his weapon and went running to get help as commanded. Another one entered the shuttle and checked on the Federation officer. Protocol dictated that all threats be secured. It was part of the Centurion's job.
"This one is dead Commander. His heart is still and he breathes no longer."
S'Tark couldn't have his attention's drawn from little Sullar, whom he now picked up and cradled in his arms. Sullar stirred slightly, but only to curl up more comfortably in the Commander's powerful arms where he held him as he stood in the shuttle. "Have our surgeons determine a cause of death for the Terran. See to it that this vessel is secured. Have our scientists study the flight recorder and any records this craft contains to try and determine why it entered the Star Empire. I will take my son to the medical ward."
The Centurion nodded. "As you wish Commander." The security team then went about securing the shuttle craft USS Nova as Commander S'Tark walked back across the hangar bay carrying the sleeping Sullar Sullax in his arms.
"He is dehydrated, and tired from this ordeal Commander." The medic stated, "But he is a strong boy. He will be fine. I have administered a booster and we will get him back to normal in no time."
"See to it that my son receives excellent care Doctor. Alert me the moment he awakens. He will want to know what has happened." S'Tark instructed.
"I will do that Commander." The Doctor agreed.
"What of the Terran? Has a cause of death been determined yet?" S'Tark inquired.
"There are still more tests that need to be performed, but it appears that the human died of a seizure which triggered a massive heart malfunction. I should know more when the lab results are known." The Doctor explained. Turning towards the Commander, the Doctor asked, "Why were these people coming to the Star Empire in a Federation shuttle craft Commander?"
S'Tark's eyes narrowed slightly before he looked at the medic and responded. "That should be obvious Doctor. They were coming to the Star Empire to defect. I will be on the bridge if I am needed. When the boy awakes, summon me at once."
"Yes Commander." The Doctor agreed, moving his arm across his chest to salute the commanding officer's departure.
"Friend Coming Aboard"
By Lt(jg) Eric Odin
Eric finished helping in Engineering with the unloading, or at at least his part. He had recieved word about ten minutes ago from his good friend form the Academy,Yeoman Christen Harmony. Aparently she was getting the chance to come aboard the Galaxy. She would be another addition to the Engineering team. Eric hoped he could be her instructor or helper or whatever they called the person who helped. He heard she would be boarding very quickly as they were going to be done with the unloading fairly quickly.
He rushed to the airlock to await her arrival. After about twenty minutes he saw her walking down the corridor. He was exstatic just to be able to see her again and boy did she ever look as buetiful as ever. He spoke up first seeing as how she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings,"Hey Christen, welcome to the Galaxy."
She turned to look at whoever called her name and saw him and got a big smile on her face,"Hey Eric, long time no see." She gave him a hug and he hugged her back and said,"No kidding, it's amazing you get to serve aboard the Galaxy."
"I know, I never would of dreamed to be able to work aboard the Galaxy or be on the same ship as you," She said excitedly.
"Small galaxy, I guess. I'll talk with you after you check in with Lt.Cmdr.Samara, she's both our superiors. If I can manage it I can be your instructor," Eric said.
"Really? That'd be great, but I really do have to go. Thanks Eric and I do have to go, but we can catch up later." She waved as she strode for Engineering with her raven dark hair bouncing up and down.
Eric waved at her as well and headed off to his quarters to go clean up before Christen would undoubtedly come over after the general new person onboard thing and he couldnt wait until she got done. They did have a lot to catch up on.
OOC: This takes place before the Medical meeting post by Dan and the Medical Department.
"The Casey Sickbay Chronicles"
Commander Deiran Casey, XO
Unknown Transporter Accident Woman :-)
Dr. Endris Gakor, CMO
*** Turbo Lift, en route to Deck 12 ***
The woman stood quietly in the turbolift. She was a little confused. She remembered going to the transporter room to beam off the ship. Had she beamed off the ship? If she had, where had she been? It seemed odd she could not remember her destination. Why did Dee look so upset? She felt fine.
She tried hard to remember what had happened. Unable to recall anything from the time she beamed off the ship, she decided to trace her steps backwards. She had packed and left for the transporter. She clearly remembered that. Before that she had gotten the kids ready to beam on the ship. She shook her head. Beam on the ship, but she had been packing to beam off the ship? More importantly, she didn't have children. She didn't even have a mate. Her prearranged mate had been killed before they could marry. No… that wasn't right either, because she was dating someone and had never been engaged. The woman put her hand to her head. Images swirled around when she closed her eyes. Places she had been and yet hadn't. Things she knew she had done but had never tried. Her head began to ache.
Deiran noticed the woman was holding her head. He moved close and looked down at her, staring her straight in the eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked. He looked deep into the woman's eyes. He saw Miran in those blue/green eyes, almost as if it was her soul staring back at him. But, was she Miran? Could she answer to Miran?
"I am not sure, I really don't remember how I got into the transporter room alone. My head is pounding with information that doesn't make sense," she looked up at him, confusion written on her face.
"It could be that you are parts of 4 people," Deiran replied in explanation. His eyes showed the sorrow of the situation, "One of them was my wife," he replied and couldn't hold back his tears. They flowed freely but silently.
A flash of annoyance crossed her face for a moment and then was gone. When she spoke, her voice was soft and melodious. "That is illogical, it is not possible for four people to be combined into one. If nothing else, safety protocols within engineering and the transporter buffers would not allow it." she frowned because she had no idea where that just had come from.
"It's possible, Jensen patched into a transporter that had just been used. The residual molecular imaging scanners hadn't completely wiped three women's DNA patterns from the system. The transporters were malfunctioning as well. It's possible, the readings I saw showed 4 DNA patterns through the biofilter data," Deiran replied, tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew it was true, he never thought he'd lose Miran.
"Then obviously you need to have the Heisenberg compensators checked thoroughly. I would also check the diagnostic verification of molecular imaging scanners. That system should have told your transporter chief that something was amiss," she spoke very matter-of-factly. Raising an eyebrow, she added, "Logically, I should report to Sickbay. The malfunction in the biofilters may not have filtered out atmospheric hazards."
Deiran about had a heart attack when he heard that. One of the women must have come from Vulcan decent. Miran never ever spoke like that! She was a Helm officer. He'd have to check the other women's files. Deiran was in pain at the loss of Miran. But he was still holding out hope there'd be a way to get Miran back as herself.
"The whole system is down, checking the Heisenberg compensators isn't going to do much and the diag verification interface is fried. The entire system will have to be repaired and some of the internals rebuilt!" Deiran replied like he was talking with Samara. 'This is so weird,' Deiran thought, he couldn't believe what he was saying to what was essentially 1/3 of Miran.
The woman was beautiful though. Miran's eyes, she had long blonde hair and a beautiful body. Wait could he look at her that way? No, he couldn't. She wasn't Miran. Or was she?
She nodded mutely and replied, "You can hope that a permanent transporter pattern of your wife has been stored elsewhere. There is usually a permanent copy kept somewhere. But then, if you did that, I would cease to exist… wouldn't I?"
"You're right, you'd be four women instead of one," Deiran wasn't sure what had happened to the other three women the transporters showed. "Do you have any memory of my wife and our kids?" he asked.
Somehow she didn't think she liked that idea. She very much felt herself, regardless of the random images she had raging through her head. She looked up at him and stared into his eyes for a moment. He looked so sad, "Some, but they are fragmented and random." She knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear. The turbolift door opened and she suddenly realized she knew right where she was. "Shall we?"
He looked at her, puzzled. She was so sure this was the floor. It was strange how she was fragmented and how she'd randomly almost switch. He could hear Miran's voice when she spoke as well which didn't make things any easier for him. "After you," Deiran replied, he was a gentleman. All kinds of thoughts rumbled through his mind. What would he do without Miran?
She strode confidently towards sickbay. She stepped through the doors and looked around. She nodded to the nurse and waited to see what the commander would want done.
*** Sickbay ***
Casey stopped one of the nurses, "Nurse, please get Dr. Gakor here immediately. It's urgent. I'd like her to check this woman for any abnormalities. There's been a transporter malfunction and accident," he said. The entire sickbay could feel Casey's mood and sadness.
The nurse did as her XO asked and she disappeared into the CMO's office.
"I am perfectly capable of checking myself, commander," she looked around at the familiar surroundings. "I have worked here long enough to know the ropes," she smiled at him reassuringly.
"What?" he asked, absolutely stunned.
"Thank you for your concern, I am sure you will want to check on the status of the permanent records. I can take things from here," she looked confident and comfortable in her surroundings.
"No, I want Endris to check you, last time I checked I'm the ranking officer here," he knew this because there was only one Commander on the whole ship and only one man over him, that being the Captain. He wanted the CMO to give him the info on the complete diagnosis. He didn't even know who this woman was, though he suspected most of her to be the last remaining molecules of his loving wife, Miran.
She grimaced, she hated being checked by another doctor. "As you wish, though I assure you, I am not a security risk or anything." She walked over to a biobed and hopped up onto it. She did feel a little woozy and her head still hurt some.
"Dee, I thought you hated sickbays. I am sure the doctor can send you the report. Unless something happened to you to. Are you okay?" She suddenly looked concerned.
"I don't believe you're a security risk, I want a medical opinion, and as we're not sure who you are yet, I will trust Gakes opinion. Once we know what we're faced with, then we'll trust you're medical knowledge, if there indeed is any," Deiran was a bit skeptical. The whole situation was making his mind turn somersaults.
"I'm not exactly doing well, no. I'm... I'm," he couldn't finish the sentence.
"Nurse! " She called with authority. "See to the Commander, he is not well. Perhaps we could give you that check up you have been avoiding while they are at it?" she smiled sweetly at him, her eyes twinkling.
"Don't you dare! Stand back nurse!" It was so strange to have a perfect stranger knowing your deepest fears.
Knowledge and conversations kept popping into her head. She shook her head to clear away the noise, it was as if several people where in a room all talking at once. She could even remember brief instances of before those people, long before. "I am sorry. Oh Dee, I am so sorry! I should have come back earlier." Tears filled her eyes at her last thoughts... but they weren't her last thoughts. She laid down and closed her eyes.
He heard her speak the words, and he knew. He knew that was Miran's last thoughts before he lost her. It caused him to break down in tears.
"Nourishment! Is that our elusive XO I see? You came here voluntarily, with another woman? If Miran ever finds out there will be trouble to pay!" the woman didn't notice the glistening eyes of Deiran.
She heard Dr. Endris enter. Knowing the sickbay was in the best possible hands, she lay there quietly trying to find her own space amongst the noise of memories not hers.
Nurse Opel whispered something to the CMO, and the Tellarite looked even more concerned.
"Feasts! Let me understand this. This is Miran, after she beamed back aboard? No wonder you are having a rough time with it."
Trying not to weep at his loss, the human said, "That is essentially correct. But only 35% of her DNA seems to be included in this new humanoid mix. She seems disoriented and does not know who she is."
Deiran paused to separate himself from his racing thoughts, so that he could give accurate orders. "I need you to do an entire scan on her Endris. DNA, to lower level molecular scan. Basically go over her with a fine tooth comb until you have memorized her. Seriously. She's the end result of a transporter accident that took place just under ten minutes ago. Transporters are down," Deiran informed the CMO. He truly hated being in sickbay. The one drawback of being XO was he had to be here, whether this was the last remains of Miran or not.
"Certainly. I was about to start a staff meeting, but that type of repeated comparison test is ideal for the EMH2, which has more advanced processing models than Doctor Grinch."
"And while you're at it, could you give me a hypo for the headache?" she opened one eye to look up that the two of them, "also, you could do a hybrid analysis of the strands for fragmentation of the DNA? I would hate to find out that I was missing pieces," she sighed and closed her eye again. Light kind of made her head hurt worse at the moment.
Deiran and Endris looked at each other and did a double take, "You work on this okay Endris? I'm going back to see how Engineering's doing on the Transporters," Deiran replied.
"I will be sure to supervise, but I do need to run the staff meeting. We are scheduled to take on several lots of biohazardous supplies to deliver to terraforming colonies around the neutral zone. At the meeting, I will see which doctor wants to check the integrated biofilter medical routines during the transporter repair. I want to be 100% sure that any hazardous materials arrive safely and pose no danger to the Galaxy. Fortunately, a Hazardous Material Handling specialist will report here from Star Base 128."
The XO made a mental note about the hazardous supplies. In his sorrow surrounding the accident, he had forgotten the routine memo that had informed him of the subject.
"Could you check the neural pathways too? I seem to have way too much information floating around my short term and long term memories. It is like the neurons are in overdrive," Deiran heard her say as he was talking to Endris.
"That is also a reasonable idea. Until we better know who you are, we will keep you on medical leave so we can make sure you are all right. Once I verify your medical expertise, I could use someone with your variety of skills to head our growing family of on-call professionals."
The woman looked pleased at the potential of a useful job once her medical problems cleared up.
Gakor raised her hands to her own head. It was starting to ache as well, with all these new things happening at once. She could only imagine how the new person and Deiran felt with all the commotion. Should she say something about it?
Gakes frowned and made her decision, "Snacks! This experience had to be traumatic for both of you. I was not even in the transporter room, and I'm having trouble processing it. All the safeties failed at once? That's inconceivable in itself. Deiran, I want you to see a counselor to talk about this. I will see Karyn dispatches someone to talk with our patient as well."
The XO looked uncomfortable, as if he would evade the advice so he could supervise repairs.
"That is a medical order, Sir", she said with practiced firmness. "I don't want to relieve you of duty, but if you fumble too long before a therapy session," the Tellarite debater left her sentence unfinished.
"Is that a threat, Doctor?" Casey asked defensively.
"No, it is my professional opinion," Gakor said with her most uncanny way of imparting seriousness. "Dee, you know I've done enough research to be good at my job. Nourishment! Even with your distaste for Sickbay, you have to admit we have one of the healthiest crews in the Fleet. Now is the time I need to do my job most...."
Gakor stopped long enough to find a reasonable compromise, knowing not all races saw the importance in a festive debate. Things would be a good deal simpler if the XO were an all-logical Vulcan. "I know you have important personal and professional tasks, so you have 24 hours to visit our local house-o-shrinks. Any further delay would not be medically advisable."
"I'll talk with Karyn, I'm sure she'll be around soon enough when the grapevine gets to her," Casey replied.
The doctor thought a moment and composed herself. A note about cuisine was appropriate, and would certainly lighten the grave mood! "And before you go back to check on the transporters, have something to eat. This turmoil is bound to shake up your digestive fluids."
A nurse brought the executive officer a tray with a sandwich, salad, and rahktajeno, "Sorry Endris, I don't have an appetite," he replied. The last thing he wanted to do was eat.
Endris was not a counselor, but she had enough psyche training to know it would be good for the Commander to see the conditions that caused the accident in the process of being rectified. But if medical records did not indicate the patient visited Karyn's staff in the next day, she would be forced to act harshly to protect an important member of the crew.
The Commander thanked the Doctor for her help. He appreciated her honest and forthright approach, even if the advice was unpalatable. Before Deiran could exit to his task in the transporter room, he heard the doctor on the intercom paging Counseling for the needed consultations...
Ensign Adrian An'quinsos
Ensign Kevin Smith (NPC)
After his shift, Adrian sluggishly entered the gym with his equipment. Suprisingly, he didn't find much happening. Heading over to an exercise mat, Adrian began to slowly but surly stretch. Removing his shirt to work out, the El- Aurian's handsome physique was clearly seen by all who looked at him. His gorgeous pecks were only outdone by his finely tuned chest; a six-pack almost 'godlike' in appearance. Starting with his kneck, he slowly went down to his shoulders, back, chest, and legs. Lying on his stomach, he did 10 sets of 100 pushups, resting only 5 seconds between each rep, followed by 10 sets of 75 ab crunches, with the same rest time. All of this took roughly half an hour. A little sweaty and worn from his small workout, he stretched out on his back to rest a little while.
"I didn't think that was 'humanly' possible!"
Adrian's head shifted back, seeing a caucasian male, a little older in appearance the El- aurian himself. He had red hair, bright green eyes and a light complexion. Getting up, the El- aurian found the man about his height.
"Neither did I, but I then again, I'm not human." He remarked offhandedly.
"I'm the new Counselor on board the Galaxy. Ensign Adrian An'quinsos, I'm an El- Aurian." Adrian pauses a moment as he second guesses the next question. "My last name is pronounce Ahn-Quinn-Sauce, like tobasco sauce. However, most everyone has called me 'Quinn'. It kinda helps to shorten my name up allot. And, who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
"Ensign Kevin Smith. I'm one of the Security officers."
"Nice to meet you" he replied, shaking the officer's hand.
"So Quinn," He began "do you care if I work out with you?"
"Can you keep up?" He asked with a small grin.
"I can try!" He replied enthusiastically.
Adrian led the way to the bench presses.
"Computer begin El-Aurian-Burn-Out-Number-2"
'The parameters have been set.'
The El- Aurian took his place, got a good hold of the bar, and began workout.
"So how much is that?" Referring to the weight. "And how many times?"
"320 pounds... 15 times." He replied between breaths.
"Is that your maximum?"
"Not really... my highest... was like... 395... back... when I... was on the.... Andromeda."
The El-Aurian finished his bench press, carefully set the them back into position and motioned Smith to have at it. The Ensign took his place. The El- Aurian watched amusingly as the Ensign barely made it past the 5th time, and Adrian had to help him set the weights back into their original position.
"Man! Youth these days!"
"Yeah, I don't see how you did it!"
"No... I was" He stopped a moment confused. "Just how old are you anyway?"
"You sure you wanna know?" He asked with an innocent smile.
"Uh... yeah... I mean, you can't be no older than... 18 or at least 19! However, I'm leaning closer to the former."
"Well, I'll give you a hint: I'm twice as old as the Chief of Ops, Lieutenant Brandis, then add the square root of a hundred to it, and you got it.
"So, while you're thinking about that, let's continue on. However" He began, looking back as they proceeded to the barbells "I said twice as old not his age squared, then plus the square root 100."
"I've got it."
"Good. Now, time for curls."
Her Royal Highness
Vicea Heero Brandis, Zea
Mother of the First House
* * * * * Royal Palace - Vov, Betazed * * * * *
The Guards filed into the Grand Hall, each in perfect step, in front, behind and beside, Zea Vicea Heero Brandis. The gown she wore contained pure Rican Lami, embrodered red on silver trim. The tail of the opulant dress' train followed five feet behind her. Zea Vicea Heero had lately taken to wearing her long hair down and it flowed around her shoulders. For a woman of her history and even one half her age, she was very beautiful and carried a commandingly soft presense, as she made it into her office behind the thrown room.
The day had started off well enough, a meeting with the Church Elders, a brunch with the Mother of the Second House, and finally a Global Counsel meeting. But, there was one thorn in her side that remained. Dorran Xavior of the 54th House was her Secratariate. Since the Domion had been deposed, he shared with her the duties of rebuilding. Not a day went by that he did not here him complain.
"What is wrong with the world?!" Dorran exclaimed, entering through the main doulbe doors. "Your Majesty, Zea Vicea Heero, do you realize we have poverty for the first time in over a mellinium on Betazed! It's an absolute outrage."
"Good afternoon to you as well, Xavior." The Zea said taking a seat behind the extravagant desk of her office. "And yes, it is an outrage, during the occupation some resorted to paper money that was based on good faith! Can you believe that. No one knows better than I the trajedy that the takeover incurred. I have seen far too many lost. Poverty, Xavior is the least of it."
The short monologue seemed to have calmed Xavior's excitement. He had not been on Betazed during the occupation by the Dominion, but had returned to rebuild more than a world, but a way of life. "Yes, my Zea, I understand, but I wished to speak with you on the matter of replicators. We need more. The Federation has helped and the Vulcans more so, but I cannot stand to see the poor in credits eat only two meals a day in this the 24th Century."
"Yes, Xavior, I know." Zea Vicea stated. "Plans are under way to have mass community initiated kitchens. Transporters are now fully operational world wide, so the ships in orbit will have less of a work load in that respect." She breathed in a sigh of relief.
"So, that seems satifactory, I begin organization of this `mass kitchens' immediately." He said rising to leave. "Oh, and you have a message from the Federation Starship Galaxy, apperently a final details list for the marriage of the Zea Toa."
Her face lighted immediately at the idea. Pretty soon she would have grandchildren running around the palace and it warmed her heart to know it. "Thank you Xavior."
"Oh, and a representative from President Leonard Jenson's camp is in the Hall, a Mister Kevin Zegers, Head of the Federation's Shipyards." Xavior stated, asking if he should send him in.
"What does he wish to speak of?" Zea Vicea inquired.
"I believe he has an interest in Zerp Industries and increasing some Deterium Alloy shipments." He replied.
"Well, that should be left to the Global Counsel." Zea Vicea laughed, wondering why she should be bothered. Her part was as a figure head and leader to the people, how the government ran was only her concern when it failed or was in crisis.
"He seems to feel that your influence would help out." Xavior responded, sensing a favor was in the making.
"Send him in." Zea Vicea waved her hand frivously in the air, motioning to let him in.
A moment later, a rather sharp looking man dressed in a black and green tunic entered. His broad shoulders and defined features made the Zea want to speak in a more comfortable setting. "Have a seat, Mister Zeggy." She smiled coy-like.
"It's Zegers, Empress-Queen." He replied with a respectful nod.
"Yes, Mister Zedger, now what is it that you wished to speak of?" Zea Vicea asked, giving the political advisor his due attention.
"Zea Vicea Heero, I know that you are a very busy woman; so, I will not waist your time..." Kevin Zegers began to say.
If there was one thing that could annoy the Zea it was speaches that started out, `I know you are a busy woman.' "This is good to know, Mister Zebgers, but also know that the only reason I'm seeing you on such short notice is the fact that you have such a great body. Child, I could absolutely eat you alive! But, even that will only get you through the door, you have to do more to get what you want." She laughed at the surprise in the Shipyards manager.
"Very well, the Federation is in need of Warp core construction components and Deterium Alloy. Betazed is rich in Deterium, which is used in the making of ships hulls and your family owns Zerp Industries, a major suplier of warp cores. This would kill two birds with one stone, Zea Vicea Heero. Can you see to these, little favors?" He finished, a slightly welcoming tone in his voice.
Walking around her desk, Zea Vicea stood in front of Kevin, who happened to have warm smile and a see through shirt on. His light tan was still being worked on, but Zea Vicea would have agreed any way. The Federation needed her and she would help as she always did. She did have to get something in return, though. "Betazed and Zerp Industries would be more than happy to help out the Federation in it's ship building efforts. But, Betazed was badly damaged by the Dominion occupation. In a substantial way, we need more assistance for domestic policies. Replicators and mostly we need more hands to help in reconstruction. That and one night of complete passion and love making, just you and me."
`Any and all means necessary' were his orders, but Kevin Zegers was suddenly starting to really like his job, a whole lot. The deal was all but done.
"Assorted smiles of every type"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price
*** Starbase 128 ***
Captain Price strolled onto Starbase 128 to see Captain Willis Davidson, the commander of the Starbase, at his request. Passing through the airlock and through the corridors of the large Federation complex, Lee wondered what Davidson had wanted to see him about.
"Can I help you sir?" an Ensign asked when Lee made it to the Operations level.
"G'day 'mate. I'm here to see Captain Davidson." Price explained.
"Of course Captain. The Captain is waiting to see you." The security officer stated as he allowed Price to pass.
Lee nodded to the Ensign. "Thanks 'mate." And entered the conference room.
When he was inside, he saw Captain Davidson standing there, talking to a half a dozen people. One was holding a holo-recorder. Lee recognized the other one as that FNN field reporter he'd seen recently while he was a fugitive from the law.
"What is going on here Captain?" Lee asked with minor annoyance in his voice.
Davidson moved towards Lee and extended a friendly arm of friendship. "It's nothing to worry about Captain. To the contrary, you should be honored to be Starfleet's man of the hour."
Lee shot Davidson a semi-wicked stare, "What you talkin' about Willis?"
Captain Davidson laughed. "Oh common Lee, it won't be that bad. Starfleet Command was approached by FNN to have a crew do a documentary story on the life on board a Starship. The top brass decided that the USS Galaxy would be the perfect place for them to record their story. This crew will be riding along with you on your current assignment; you know, to interview your crew members, find out what it's like serving on a ship of the line, that sort of thing."
Lee listened to Captain Davidson explain the orders. It was obvious that the General wasn't keen on the idea, just from his facial expression.
Davidson leaned closer and whispered, "You are some what of a celebrity at the moment Lee. The innocent, hunted fugitive that went out of his way to expose a cover up and conspiracy. Starfleet thinks that doing this story on board your ship will help to instill confidence in the fleet and give people a chance to meet this swashbuckling Captain they have learned about recently. Play your cards right and you can ride this through to a promotion. Starfleet looks kindly on heroes Lee."
The Captain took in what Captain Davidson had whispered while eyeing the news crew over his shoulder. Davidson straightened up, and began to make introductions.
"Captain Price, this is field reporter Brian Whey. He will be in charge of the documentary and news team on the USS Galaxy." Davidson introduced.
Whey stepped forward. He was a great deal shorter in person than he appeared on FNN. "It's a real pleasure to be working with you and your crew on the USS Galaxy Captain Price. Our viewers are looking forward to seeing what day to day life is like on board one of the predominant Starships in the quadrant."
Lee put on his diplomatic smile; the one he typically saves for political conferences and diplomatic banquets with dignitaries from the four corners of the galaxy. "Nice to meet you 'mate. I hope that we don't bore you with what we really do on the ship."
"Oh, I think there is little chance of that Captain. The Galaxy's reputation precedes it. As does your own, now more than ever! Let me introduce my news team Captain. . ." Whey stated turning to the other individuals that were standing by in the conference room on Starbase 128.
Lee listened in passing as Whey made the introductions. He was being diplomatic. . . smiling, and nodding, and feigning interest as each member of the news team's name was stated and niceties were exchanged. In truth, Lee was thinking what a pain in the ass it was going to be to have a news crew on board the Galaxy during this mission. They would likely be getting in the way at every turn, disrupting day to day business as they recorded their shots for this documentary, and took up valuable time from the crew in interview after interview. But Lee nodded, smiled and shook their hands one by one just the same. He was glad there wasn't going to be a test on their names. If there were, he'd fail it miserably.
When the introductions were done, Lee turned to Captain Willis Davidson and with a boyish grin asked, "Was there anything else you needed to talk to me about 'mate? Or was this the big surprise for the day?"
Davidson smiled. "This was it Lee. You are free to return to your ship if you wish, or stay and visit the Starbase. Your choice. We still have plans for dinner this evening with our senior staffs - don't forget."
"I wouldn't think of missing it 'mate. See you then. G'day." Lee stated as he turned to leave.
The Captain barely took three steps before he realized that the FNN news crew were following him. Pausing he glanced at Brian Whey who smiled widely, showing his perfectly capped, reporter teeth. Lee just shook his head and waved them on. "This way 'mates."
They headed for the Galaxy.
*** Romulan Warbird Joulon ***
Hours had past since the Joulon had intercepted and captured the Federation shuttle craft Nova. The pilot of the shuttle, Lieutenant Tzell, had been pronounced dead soon after the shuttle was recovered. His cause of death was determined to be a seizure which triggered a massive heart attack, resulting in the Terran's death.
The Romulan boy found in the shuttle, three year old Sullar Sullax, was recovering in the medical ward. He had yet to regain consciousness.
"Commander. . ." Centurion Merrik saluted as he approached and stood before Commander S'Tark, "My apologies for the misunderstanding earlier. I was only concerned for the well being of the ship and the Praetor's orders. I did not know if the Terran. . ."
S'Tark cut the Centurion off mid sentence by completing his thought, ". . . if the Terran vessel and distress signal was a deception. Yes. You were only acting in the Empire's best interest. I find no fault to you Merrik. However note the importance of verifying the validity of a situation before acting. It is the sign of a worthy Commander."
"Of course Commander." Merrik nodded his head into a deep bow. "What are your orders sir?"
S'Tark's eyes gazed longingly at the main view screen while the Centurion waited for a reply. "Learning from one's past mistakes is important Merrik. Especially if one wishes to obtain a higher rank in life. . ." The Commander's words sounded as if he was speaking of the Centurion's earlier actions in challenging his authority, but in actuality it was of his own past S'Tark was speaking and thinking of. Earlier, S'Tark had failed to make a convincing case as to why Sullar should be granted into his custody rather than returned to his biological father that chose to make his life with their Terran rivals in the Federation. It was something that did not sit well with the Commander, and something he intended to correct now that it was within his power to do so.
Turning, Commander S'Tark responded while flipping his cape out of his way over his shoulder. "We will set course for Romulus. The inner council will want to be informed of the boy's defection from the Federation. We will deliver him there where I shall petition to be granted full permanent custody of Sullar."
"As you wish Commander. I'm sure that a defection of this sort will be looked upon quite favorably by the inner council." Merrik commented while saluting with arm across his chest.
S'Tark nodded as the Centurion walked away to carry out his orders. "That is my thought as well. . ." the Romulan Commander of the Joulon stated to himself. He could almost foresee how he could use this political thorn in the Federation's side to obtain his own advancement in the Star Empire, and get custody of his step-son to boot.
S'Tark smiled evilly as the engines of the mighty warbird Joulon came to life and whisked it towards the heart of the Romulan Star Empire, and the home world of Romulus.
By: Lt/Cmd Ryak Sullax
CSO, USS Galaxy
****USS Galaxy ****
Ryak stood on the bridge calibrating the sensors to get a better look at the area the Nova had travelled. Ryak could feel his frustration build as he did this.
"Computer, get a direct line to Risa."
Onto the screen came the image of a Risan worker. "This is Tahall, Welcome to Risa. How may we assist you?"
"This is Lt/Cmd Sullax of the USS Galaxy, I have to speak with two Romulan's that are on your planet. They are under the name Savek & Myrtel T'Sel."
"Well Mr. Sullax, I am not able to give that information out. This is a safe haven for all."
Ryak could feel his blood boil, "I am not calling to start anything. My three year old son Sullar Sullax was supposed to arrive on the planet by now. They are his grandparents. I will have you find out if they know where my son is."
"Your son. Just one moment please." the young scantly dressed beautiful woman turned away from the monitor and began to type things into the computer. "You are correct Mr. Sullax. I will look into this for you and will get back to you as soon as I can. Risa out."
Ryak slammed his fist onto the console with a loud slam. Ryak turned around and noticed the bridge was looking at him. As Ryak entered the turbo lift he said, "Astrometric's."
As the lab doors opened Ryak could see that Olson and another science offer that Ryak had not gotten to meeting yet were using the equipment.
"Save your findings and leave the lab at once. I do not want to be bothered."
The scientist saw that Jake was doing as Ryak asked without saying a word so he stepped in, "Listen sir, we have had this lab requisitioned for a while and you signed off on it. I think we deserve a better explanation."
Ryak turned to him and in a very loud voice said, "I am not going to explain myself to you! I am the head of this department and if you do not want to be thrown in the brig I suggest you leave!"
Jake grabbed his friends arm and pulled him out of the lab very quickly without saying a word.
Ryak watched the doors shut. "Computer display the flight path of the Shuttle Nova."
The lab turned black and Ryak watched as the room turned into a small replica of space. Ryak could see the shuttle and a red line tracing the path to Risa. Ryak walked over to the shuttle and looked in the direction of Risa.
Over the comm system came a call from the bridge, "Commander there is a call for you from Risa."
"I'll take it here." Ryak walked over to the wall and turned on the viewer.
"Mr. Sullax this is Tahall. I have found out that your son did not arrive as scheduled. He actually has not arrived at all. As for the boys grandparents. They are no longer on Risa. They did arrive but have been called back to the Empire."
"Very well. Thank you for your time. Jolan' Tru."
"Jolan' Tru." she said as the screen shut off.
Ryak turned around and faced the direction of Risa. "Computer highlight the Romulan Empire."
As the Empire turned bright yellow Ryak could see that it could be possible for the shuttle to run off course. "Computer what is the probability of the shuttle experiencing some difficulty and ending up in the Neutral Zone?"
"One moment please........ There is a 75.36% chance that the Shuttle Nova could have ended up in the Neutral Zone."
Ryak began to panic. What was there to do. He couldn't go to the Captain with this yet. But he had to find his son.
***** Warbird Joulon ****
As the young Sullar slept the Warbird made its way back to Romulus. T'Sark sat on the bridge proud as any Romulan would with a prise like this. The only way he'd ever get his son back was for the boy to make the decision for himself. T'Sark had no idea that it would have happened so soon. Now he'd have to get things ready because he knew that Ryak would do everything in his power to force the boy back to the Federation.
The boy has been oppressed enough. There had to be a time where the Empire could stand and show the Federation that they are superior.
ALSO KNOWN AS:
Lt/Commander Ryak Sullax, Chief Science Officer, USS Galaxy.
"Considering the situation."
By Ensign Peter Lockhart
Peter wandered towards his own quarters with his usual quirky smile on his face. He checked his PADD again. The betting pool was rising. He'd just managed to get Ensign Kevin Smith to sign up, taking the pot to 100 credits. It was looking quite good, and there was a buzz around security building. He wasn't sure if this was good or bad, but so far no one in any position of power had commented on his actions.
As he approached his quarters, he saw Mark Mulich arrive and he greeted him.
"Hello Mark. Come to see me huh?" Peter said.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late. I've been on an extra training course assigned by 'Commander Albrecht. Thought I'd try and catch you before delta shift began." Mark replied.
"Excellent. Come in. We've got a couple of hours left yet. Plenty of time for a chin wag if you want." Peter said, opening his door and letting Mark step inside.
"Right then Mark. What's up? You usually don't call around so late at night." Peter said, heading over to the replicator and ordering a coffee.
"Loads is up! Have you heard the news! Casey Ti-Miran! She's been killed in a transporter accident!" Mark said wildly, heading over to the replicator as well.
"Casey Ti-Miran? Who's she?" Peter said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Ohhh. Hot!" he exclaimed, blowing air.
"She used to be chief helmsman on the Galaxy. Made Lieutenant Commander. She's married to Commander Casey." Mark explained.
"Oh yeah! I know now! God, Deiran must be really cut up! What happened?" Peter asked, sitting down, looking a little concerned.
"No! It's worse than that! You see, she was beaming up and her molecules got mixed with three other females on the Galaxy. The pattern buffer somehow managed to screw all the molecules up. She's now part Casey Ti-Miran and part some other people." Mark said, trying to explain.
"I don't understand. You say she's been merged with someone else?" Peter said.
"No. The original people are still alive in existance. It's just that when she beamed up, the transporter buffer had a copy of the last people to be beamed up and she was mixed with these patterns as well." Mark said, explaining more fully.
"Bollocks. Can't happen!" Peter said forcefully.
"Well it has." Mark said insisting.
"Even if it has, can't they just extract the old DNA and recombine it with her? Or else strip out the rogue DNA?" Peter said. "If it happened once, it can happen again and they can surely fix the problem?"
"I don't know." Mark said. "We're security, not engineering or science or medical."
"I'm not that good either, but I know one thing, if it happened once, it can happen again. Who's working on the problem?" Peter asked, taking another sip of coffee. "And who is she combined with? A man? He he! That'd be a sight to see!"
"You're sick Pete!" Mark said distastefully.
"Hey, only speculating. No doubt we'll find out soon enough." Peter replied.
"Yeah, well don't joke about it around Commander Casey, or else he'll rip your guts out." Mark warned.
"I'm not that stupid." Peter said. "So anyway, that's the bit of news hey? Anything else?" Peter asked.
"No, not really. Hey, how's it going with Neg'Puj and the betting pool?" Mark asked, finally sitting down with his coffee.
"Not too bad. Just signed up Ensign Smith, you know, that guy on Beta shift." Peter said, holding up the PADD for Mark to see.
"Pretty decent. 100 credits huh? It's going well!" Mark said, before handing the PADD back.
"And as to Ensign Neg'Puj, well, I'm going to ask her out soon enough. I'm thinking within the next week or so. I know I want to do it, so it's just a case of getting my guts together." Peter said.
"Good luck to you when you do. I think she'll say yes." Mark said, smiling.
"I hope so." Peter replied, and started discussing the situation.
********* Two hours later ***********
"Right Mark. Gotta chuck you out. I'm already a bit late for my shift and I don't know what Lieutenant' Zonheib will say." Peter said, getting up.
"I'm sure he'll give you a break." Mark said, as they stepped out of his cabin.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Peter said. "See ya Mark." Peter set off towards the turbolift, whistling loudly in a good mood. Little did he realise the trouble he was about to get into......
Lt Tim O'COnnell
Tim got the orders, which confused him, go to sickbay and watch a patient some sort of transporter error. This wasn't a normal case, but he took his phaser and a deck of cards. Whoever this woman was she had the XO very interested in her well being. Walking in to sickbay he quickly found her bed and took a seat next to her. "Hi." He said, "hows it going?"
Michala looked at him with annoyance. "Oh great, now I have a gaurd as well." Her voice was soft and melidious but her tone was tinged with a bit of terseness. She just wanted to go somewhere quiet. She was beginning to feel like a rat for experimentation.
"Don't mind me I'm just here because they told me to." He smiled and got mildly comfortable, "So, " he couldn't ask her how her day was, he kinda knew that, "welcome to the Galaxy."
She raised and eyebrow in a very vulcan like manner. She looked Bajoran however so the face and the expression were an odd mix. "Thank you! Care to give me a tour?"
"Well, problem is I can't let you go from sickbay." Tim seemed apologetic, "some sort of regulation." He picked up the cards, "but I did bring playing cards, and I cold get poker chips."
Michala sighed, "Well, that does present a problem. Why can't I leave sickbay, did they tell you?" She spent all her on duty hours here, spending medical leave here was not her idea of the vacation she was supposed to be on at the moment.
"Not much, just you're new on board, transporter and I gotta sit here." He smiled again, a friendly disarming smile, "sorry bout this, they're just being paranoid, it's in their job description."
"I am not new on board! This is so illogical." She hated being here, there were much more important things she could be doing. "So you have cards, what game would you play?"
"I know quite a few games, and I can get you a padd if you wanted to do some reports etcetera." He set down the cards and said, "by the way, I'm Lt O'Connell, my friends call me Tim."
"I know, " she sighed for she had met Lt. O'Connell while he was in shuttle ops. "Hey, I outrank you, can I order you to take me on a tour." She grinned at this mischieviously.
"Well medical trumps everyone, including the captain, but I do have an idea.....for a virtual tour." Tim grinned. "I'm sure we can get approval for a trip to the holodeck."
Michala's ears perked up and she sat up on the biobed. "Really? I would love to get out of here even for 1/2 hour."
"Well I know there is a holodeck on this floor, and we won't be to far, we could take a virtual tour."
"Well, Lt. lead on, I am your obedient prisoner." Michala smiled. She always loved advernture. Well, she thought she did.
After getting permission from the medical officer on duty, a friend of Brooke's he promised to not let her out of her sight and if things got too bad, bring her back immediately. He walked back over and smiled back, "well I have good news, it's a go, with conditions."
Michala sighed, there were always conditions. "What conditions?" She hoped they weren't to stringent.
"Half an hour maximum, we don't leave the deck, and if you feel sick, we come back here deal?" He raised an eyebrow curiously.
Michala nodded her agreement. That wasn't too unreasonable actually. She hopped off the bed. "Shall we?"
"We Shall, It occurs to me I never asked your name." He smiled again.
She smiled, "Officially I don't have one yet. You can call me Chala (pronounced kayla), it is much better than patient 105-A or whatever they were calling me earlier. She followed the security officer out of the sickbay, relieved to be out if only for a half an hour.
Tim walked in to the holodeck. with the patient Michala by his side. "So, Chala, what do you want to do today?"
She grinned at him. "You said a tour, so give me the grand tour." She felt she knew the ship but there were enough gaps in her memory that she felt a refresher would not hurt. Already, some of the memories were blending and fading.
Walking to the consoles he brought up a full deck by deck simulation of the ship and set it up. "Ok we're going to start on the bridge and work our way down for 30 mintues ok?" THey walked in and were soon standing on the bridge of the USS Galaxy.
Michala looked around, this was not familiar to her at all. "I remember sickbay so well but this looks totally unfamiliar." She looked around and wondered if any of the four women had ever been here.
She looked over at Lt. O'Connell. A sudden flash of memory hit her and she looked at him even more intently. In fact, she was staring.
Tim felt a little uncomfortable as she was staring at him. "Do you remeber anything on the bridge."
She realized that she was staring and looked around once more. "Nope, not a thing." She turned back to him. "But I know you! " She said this in a very strange manner.
He turned to face her, "You do? how?"
"We dated before, didn't we?" She tried to recall an event that he would know. "We went to a concert once, ummmm Zedlin or something. I had never been.." She put her hand to her head, such searching for memories always ended with her head aching.
"That must have been a while back. I'm married now." Tim said, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, "let's go over the ship some more."
She frowned and nodded. She followed him off the bridge and into the turbolift. "It is odd having memories that are not truly yours." She looked up at him, hoping he would understand.
"I bet." Tim said, "I wish I could understand, but I've never had that happen to me. I mean you've got 4 people in there who are jumbled around in tthere and trying to fit it all together." He walked with her to the main shuttlebay. "you used to work here. At least a part of you did."
She looked around and nodded. "It is familiar, but I remember sickbay much more clearly. I am not sure why."
"Maybe those are the memories that are the strongest, I'm not a counselor." He smiled, "Want to look at sickbay now?"
Michala glared at him. "Didn't we just escape from there? How about social areas.. what are the social areas of the ship?" She brightened up at the idea of seeing something less work oriented.
"Social, I could show you 10 foreward." He walked with her to the turbolift and they asceneded to the 10th floor. "10 foreward, it's a nice place. They do a nice selection of foods."
Michala looked around, this was much better. She smiled, "Could we get food in the simulated version. I am starving." She flashed her gaurd a pleading look.
"Well, I'm not a holoengineer, but the replicators work." Tim said walking over to the replicator and tapping in some commands, "what do you want to eat?"
Michala realized that she had about four different eating habits, dislikes and likes and as they flashed forward into her consciousness, she knew she couldn't choose. She frowned at Tim, "I don't know what I like and don't like. Can you choose something for us both? You are going to eat aren't you. I think I hate eating alone." Michala smiled nervously. It was hard having different likes and dislikes.
"Sure I'll get something." Tim walked over to the replicator and programmed in a chef's salad for the both of them. He had the deck set up to keep a count down. And it's 15 minutes left. He handed it to her with a glass of iced tea. "Here you go, it's something basic, I wasn't sure what exactly you'd like."
Michala laughed nervously. "That makes two of us." She tasted the salad and decided it was perfect. The tea was okay but she had a feeling that she would need to find something.. with a little for spice to it. "Thank you, everyone has been so busy trying to figure out how to take me apart that no one has given me anything to help stay together." Her voice was a little sad as she stated this.
"Well, my wife's one of the doctors, so best I can recall they can't legally take you apart. You're a sentient lifeform, as the words go, with all the rights of another sentient life form." Tim recalled that from his days before Starfleet.
Michala thought for a moment. "I will only be considered my own being when they determine that I am not truly this Casey Ti Miran. As long as they feel that I am her and that I have some disease they can reverse, they will not look at me as a seperate being. It would illogical to do so and I understand. However, I know that I am not Miran." She looked up at him suprised that she had spoken so freely. But these last hours, had been a suprise for her.
"Look, Chela, give them time, Commander Casey Ti, was a friend to a lot of people on the ship, so they want to not exhaust all options. But if they can spend time with you, they'll understand, I know I do." He smiled and patted her hand in a friendly gesture.
"Oh, I don't mean to sound ungrateful. It is just hard being around a group of people who talk about you as if you are not there. An object and curiousity to be studied and dissected, I know that I should be thankful that they didn't just send me back immediately to wherever it was I came from." Michala did understand. She didn't know why she was feeling so edgy. Perhaps it was the enormous amounts of information she had to process or the fact that she would have to face Commander Casey when it was finally determined that she was not Miran.
He patted her hand and they finished their meal, as they were walking out of the synthesized 10 foreward Tim stopped her, "look, if you need a friend, I'm just a call away ok?" He rested his arm on her shoulder in a friendly and comforting gesture.
Michala looked up. "I appreciate the offer, thanks! Back to my prison now, right?" She smiled and her voice was light and teasing.
"Back to the chain gang." Tim smiled back. "I promise it'll be painless."
Michala smiled but somehow she doubted that. She knew that she had a turbulent road ahead. "I am going to hold you to that painless part."
Tim smiled, "I'll do the best I can to keep it painless." They walked to the holodeck and shut down the ship's program.
Title: In the Life of
Thread: after a hurried exit from Astrometrics
"Jake?! What the fuck is with you man! Just woosied right out a there like you had a hamster biting your ass!" Scott shouted as the doors closed on Sullax in the Astrometrics lab. Neither knew that Sullax heard the comment.
"Sullax needed to use the lab, emergency I think of some sort. But you scoot when he's giving orders like that." Jake told Scott as the pair stood in the turbolift. As the doors closed, Jake said, "Don't worry, I saved everything. I'll polish off later, you can do whatever you were planing with Susan. I can finish using a lab PC. He didn't cut me at the knees."
Jake stopped at a computer access terminal, turning a data crunch program loose on the data he saved. The crunch program would take a few hours. Jake then processed Scott's data, a task that Scott was required to do himself but as he was never as prepared as Jake, and was abruptly given the boot, Jake covered for him. Scott took a lot longer performing the menial basics than Jake, as Jake had it down, pardon the pun, a science. While many others still had to think out most of the basic protocols, Jake had been doing it so long, it took him less thought than going to the bathroom. So Jake 'flushed the john' while Scott was busy in a holodeck.
Jake didn't realize that Sullax would see Jake covering for Scott, rather than Scott doing his own footwork. Jake worked like a cheetah, very efficient, very quick, and always willing to cover for others. Jake didn't know that Sullax was keeping track of who did what, as no one in Jake's past ever had done that. No one else ever cared so long as the tasks got done. But Sullax not only cared about the task getting done but who was doing it, and that all did their fair share. Jake didn't know that Sullax could read each individual science officer's 'fingerprints'.
Neither Jake or Scott knew that Sullax was watching them. Jake didn't know he could, as Jake never had a cheater's mind. Scott knew the ins and outs of the scam cram, he just didn't realize a Romulan would too.
Jake and T-Prea were in a holodeck together, in an exotically elaborate bubble bath. They loved these times together. While their passion grew less physical
as T-Prea grew in size, they were sensual together. They developed a passion for water, as water took the gravity away. T-Prea introduced Jake to scents.
Only a very few good friends off the Galaxy knew of Jake's up coming baby, Jog knew, and the Zea of Betazed knew. Jog was told principally so the wily Ferengi could help in protecting the baby from those whom would harm it in Jake's view, namely his parents. Jake's parents traveled in shady circles, and Nog knew them well. The Zea was a woman Jake respected, and he felt that she should know about the fact that T-Prea and Jake would be married on their return to Earth. The Zea was pleased that some one stole Jake's heart, and thought it was just a matter of time. Jake, upon her request, sent a photo of T-Prea, an unusual move for so close and private a person, and shown T-Prea a photo of the Zea. T-Prea learned of the Betazoid queen through a mind meld during crises, and the unusual nature of Jake's emotional make up. T-Prea had to admit, that as a couple, Jake and the Zea were mismatched. Then again, Jake tended to have the most unlikely assortment of friends.
Ensign Adrian An'quinsos
Ensign Kevin Smith (NPC)
After the 'difficult' part of the workout, Adrian walked over to his bag and pulled out a small towel to wipe the sweat from his chest and abs, and an elaborate silver belt decorated with 2 thin golden stripes, that formed a helical design from one end of the belt to the other. In the middle of the belt, was a royal- blue letter in El- Aurian subscript, with El-Aurian subscript around it, conveying meaning to the wearer.
"What's that on your belt?" He asked, commenting on the script.
"The big letter is my first initial, and the script around it is my last name." He glanced at it. "It says They Who Look to the Sea."
Taking a hold of it, Adrian tied it around his waist, and then returned to Kevin, who as well went to his bag and took out a black belt, on the mat.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Hey, I'm a black belt in Karate, how different can Konii be?"
"Okay..." He shrugged. "It's your funeral!"
Both men prepared themselves before they began. Smith warmed up by performing a dynamic combination of kicks and punches, then suddenly stopped as he began to note Adrian. The El- Aurian took out a blind fold, covered his eyes, and began to perform a dynamic kata, which included a dynamic array of kicks, punches, and three acrobatic jump kicks, landing in a cat-like stance, and arising with an impressive back flip. Removing the blind fold slowly, he glanced over to the awestruck officer, and nodded.
"What exactly did you say that... Konii was again?" He asked stalling.
"It's an ancient form of El- Aurian martial arts, going back... oh, millennia. The highest belt achieved is this one" Pointing to his own. "Not to intimidate, but I don't know too many people who have achieved this level either."
"Is it similar to any Terran Martial Art?"
"Think of it a combination of Ninjitsu, Tae Kwon Do, Tai Chi, and Karate, with a varying degree of 'gymnastic' moves. Now, are you ready to begin?"
"Then let's begin."
Adrian and Kevin to their places on the mat, and quickly took their stances. Smith took a rather traditional tiger stance, while Adrian's stance looked like an old Ninjitsu stance. Smith stared into the dark blue eyes, trying to determine who would make the first move, while the young El- Aurian focused his attention on the Ensign's upper chest, getting a good view of his opponent, allowing him to determine his next move. Adrian flashed his eyes an iridescent blue, distracting Smith, and began an all out assault on the poor human! Coming at him with a flurry of reverse punches, Smith blocked all but four, but had no chance to block what was coming next. The El- Aurian followed his punches up with an incredible jump spinning back hook kick that seemed to come out of no where, knocking the wind out of Smith.
"Are you okay?" He ask very concerned.
"I'm... I'm... okay..." He responded, desperately catching his breath.
"Tell you what..." He replied, helping him to a chair. "How about a little Boxing instead?"
"Maybe... maybe I've had enough... for today!" He puffed.
"Are you afraid a punching bag's going to beat to you up?" Adrian remarked jokingly.
Smith looked up at the El- Aurian with a confused look that swiftly changed into a grin. Nodding, the both of them headed to their duffle bags, took out a pair of gloves, helped each other put them on, and began to work out on the bags. Both men impressed one another as they began with amazing combinations of puches, swings, moves...
**45 Minutes latter**
"Man, I've learned one thing!"
"Oh, what's that?"
"I would wouldn't want to be around ya' if you ever got angry Quinn!"
"You nearly tore that bag up! You must have done everything from uppercuts to jabs. And I forgot about a couple of 'power punches' you abused the bag with!"
"Yeah, I think I hurt my shoulder doing that too!" He commented, massaging his muscles. You weren't bad yourself, that was pretty awsome back there with those jab-hook compbinations
"So," He began. "care to do this again?"
"I wouldn't miss it. However, that was a 'dirty' way of distracting me!" He grinned. "I'll have ta remember that one!"
"You better, other wise I'll really do something bad!"
Adrian put his towel, shirt, gloves and belt all in the bag, as did Kevin did the same. Both guys were a little exhausted from the little bit of 'fun' they had.
"Oh, by the way..."
"160" He replied triumphantly. He paused a moment and thought back over what he had said. "Wow... you El- Aurians sure know how to your appearance!"
"That's nothing, I once knew a man back... home, who was over 7,000. Now, imagine that!"
The two Ensigns walked out of the gym together, laughing at each other's jokes. They both entered the gym as strangers, and exited the place as friends.
"Sundown at Holodeck 1"
By Lieutenant Mikala Pailaka
OOC: Takes place shortly before our arrival at Starbase 128.
***Holodeck 1 Barbecue***
Mike was by no means a master chef. In fact, he wasn't much of a cook at all, other than the mass and energy building concoctions he whipped up in a blender, and those made most humanoids wince with just a single whiff.
But a barbecue was an entirely different animal. The luau was part of Mike's cultural and family tradition. Since he was old enough to walk and carry a set of tongs, he had been helping his father, brothers, uncles and cousins around the fire pits on his native Pacifica. There was something primal about cooking meat on an open flame under a warm sky, even a simulated one. The short rib recipe went back generations. The secret was in the marinade. Most cooks simply lathered a sauce on their ribs after the fact. Mike had crafted his two days prior to the barbecue, and the ribs had been soaking in it ever since. The flavorings and spices had permeated the meat, and when the flames kissed it on the grill, the outer coating caramelized and became sweet and sticky. There was no 'neat' way in which to eat the ribs, and that in and of itself was half the fun. And besides, the ocean was only a few yards away when the time came to get cleaned up.
Which was exactly where Mike was headed. After nearly five hours of cooking, spanning two duty shifts and over a hundred visitors, he was nearly black from the constant smoke and reeked of sauce. He was pleased at how well everything had gone. As he had suspected, news of the barbecue spread fast and the crew, which had been so on edge of late, relaxed and got into the spirit. Over a dozen other officers came bearing plates and bowls of their own favorite dishes, adding to the feast. A few volleyball games had sprung up and most had doffed their uniforms and switched to more appropriate beach attire. Best of all were the smiles, which had been so far and few between following the assassination. Mike had even spotted Captain Price voraciously attacking a plate of ribs, a big grin on his face.
But eventually, the Captain and the other officers and crew returned to their duties and the crowd began to thin. The beach program, an amalgam of some of the best tropical spots on both Earth and Pacifica, was in the final stages of a spectacular sunset that was casting streamers of undulating orange fire across the sapphire blue waters.
Mike stripped off his cotton Lahaina Reyn Spooner shirt and kicked off his shoes. Were he alone, he'd have changed into a traditional tappas fiber loin cloth, but for modesty's sake, he wore a pair of cut off denim shorts. He smiled at some of the comments he overhead as he walked down the sandy beach. In his own mind, Mike was slightly out of shape, his workouts having slipped due to the many distractions of duty. But to onlookers, he was a bronzed giant, with a pair of tree trunks for legs and shoulders you could seemingly land a shuttle on. In a world of phasers and holodecks, maintaining such a physique was hardly necessary, but body building and power lifting had been part of Mike's life long before he even thought about joining Starfleet and he was not about to give it up.
He wound his way up the side of a cliff overhanging a small, placid lagoon and sat down on the edge. The last vestiges of the sun were moments away from vanishing over the horizon. He watched in contentment, waiting for the 'green flash', a trick of light that signaled the passage of day into night. Following the moment, he got to his feet, stretched his arms and legs and then, with a galloping step, he leapt off the edge of the cliff, lancing into the lagoon forty meters below a few seconds later. Mike stayed under for nearly a minute, enjoying the warm waters and giving the grit and grease on his skin time to wash away. His face crinkled into a smile as a simulated school of clown loaches darted by, wary of the strange intruder in their realm.
Mike felt a subtle vibration run through the water and noticed a momentary distortion to his surroundings. 'We've come out of warp.' He realized. Twisting in the water, he kicked off of the lagoon floor and headed for the surface. A few powerful strokes brought him to the shoreline, where he had the computer summon up a thick cotton towel. "Computer, what is the current status of the Galaxy's journey to Starbase 128?"
[The USS Galaxy dropped out of warp one minute, twenty eight seconds ago. We are 437,264 kilometers from Starbase 128. Docking clearance has been received. Approaching docking nacelle 3 at one eighth impulse]
'Seems fairly normal.' Mike thought. Ensign Maxwell was at the helm now, one of the department's most competent officers. Mike saw no reason to interrupt his 'fun' by making an appearance on the bridge, or even checking up on him by comm badge. Bruce knew what he was doing. But their impending arrival did mean it was time to bring the fun to a close and get back in uniform. Chances were that their arrival would be quickly followed by an official announcement of their new mission specifications, and that meant either a staff meeting, or one of the informal staff dinners that base commanders were so fond of hosting whenever a big ship came into port.
Mike tossed aside his towel and fetched his shirt. Rather than end the program, he instructed the computer to let it run another half hour, to let the late stragglers enjoy their fun. "Ah well, back to work." He sighed and headed for the open arch.
Lieutenant Mikala Pailaka
Chief Helmsman, USS Galaxy
Ltjg Roman O'Neil, M.D.
Romulans. The very word conjured up images of an elusive and cunning invader. 200 years of hostility between the Federation and the Romulans, briefly set aside during the Dominion War, was so pervasive in society. A century ago they crossed the Neutral Zone, testing Starfleet resolve, destroying several Earth outposts before that bird-of-prey was itself destroyed by the legendary Jim Kirk. In the past decade, the Romulans had returned on the galactic scene, attempted to invade Vulcan under the guise of 'unification talks' and supported the House of Duras for the leadership of the Klingon Empire.
For Roman, he couldn't trust them any more than his ancestors could two centuries ago. Ryak Sullax had shown him, however, that Romulans, if given the chance, could change their spots. Ambassador Spock himself believed it. Now they were heading along that stretch of no man's land that was the Neutral Zone.
As he sat at his work station in Sickbay, he couldn't help but feel some reservation about the space they would be going into. His thoughts drifted back to the computer monitor where a three-dimensional image of Casey Mirian's DNA was being shown. Man had mapped every chromosome in a DNA strain, cured many diseases, corrected scores of ailments of the course of history, from polio, MS, CF, AIDS, Cancer to Vegan Fever but when it came to distinctive gene patterns, Life Sciences were stumped.
The XO's wife was now part of three unique persons, each having a right to exist but now cohabiting one body. They had been 'morphed', to coin an old saying.
Historical data surrounding transporters had shown several incredible circumstances involving this versatile mode of transportation. From Captain Kirk's evil twin, to being sent to the mirror universe to a clone of Commander Riker of the Enterprise E. There had been scores of fatalities since the 'materializer', as it was used to be called, was first used full scale.
With all these years of service, there was no record of mixing of molecules. Well, the data he was cleared to see, by his security clearance, didn't reveal anything.
He brought up the DNA of the other two officers involved. Then had them merge into one. The molecules that made up the human body were beyond count, that the merged being that had stepped off the pad looked anything like a human was a miracle.
As the model scrambled the three DNA, he grabbed for a coffee only to find it ice cold. He had been sitting here for over an hour with apparently no luck. He only hoped his colleagues were doing better.
"Computer, super impose the images of three people already given, using the model of transporter blending." He watched as the three computer generated people became one. The computer assume .08 percent error so there was some obvious differences from the computer's final product and Michala Lynn, what 'she' had been known since. Solana Kabala brought him over a coffee. "Any luck?"
"No." It was a rather clipped reply.
"Commander Casey must be eating himself up over this. Poor guy."
"There must be a dozen people on this. I'm sure we can correct it."
Roman sighed. "Transporters break down your molecules in a containment field. We take it for granted that we will rematerialize wherever we're going but should that containment field ever fail . . . You end up having your molecules dispersed or-."
She cut him off. "Merging with others. But that means all three containment fields didn't work."
"I gather Engineering has already gone over the transporters with a fine tooth comb. Our job is to repair our 'patient'." He took the new, steaming cup of coffee. "Thanks."
He was soon lost into the computer as he added different data sequences, marking down the results.
"The Worst of Times" Part I
Lieutenant Timothy Richeson
Tactical Officer USS Galaxy
***Flash Back, Eight Months Ago***
"Permission to come aboard, Commander." Lt(jg) Richeson asked with a smile on his face as he stepped down from the transporter pad. Tim could barely contain himself, his training was almost complete and soon he would be able to return to active duty. All that remained for him was a war game cruse on the USS Republic.
When he signed up for the Advanced Tactical Training course, Tim had not known that he would be required to take a training cruise on the Republic with actual cadets. It had been more then a year before when he was last on the old Constellation class vessel. Rumor had it, the Republic hadn't left the Terran System in 50 years! It was remarkable that the ship was still in one piece.
"Granted Lieutenant, I am Commander Richard Thorn of the USS Republic." The older commander quickly replied.
Tim couldn't resist. "Caretaker?" He asked in a joking voice. He winced as his superior officer's face turned serious and his lips moved into a frown.
"This ship Lieutenant, has been training our cadets for the last century. She is old, but she has the most history and respect then any other Federation ship ever built. Try and have a little more respect for the old girl." Thorn said as he turned and headed for the exit of the transporter room. "Report for duty at 0400 tomorrow on the bridge. We'll begin the mission then. Thorn lifted his head a little to Tim and walked out of the transporter room.
"Yes, Sir." Tim said bitterly. There was a slight laughter from the corner of the room. Tim turned to see Lt(jg) Brittany Hiland and Ensign Mont, chuckling to themselves over the little incident with Commander Thorn.
"Well your holding up your reputation for pissing off commanding officers." Brittany chimed in, with a warm grin as she picked up her baggage and continued to walk ahead of her stunned friend.
"Yeah, I didn't even have to try this time." Tim and Mont glanced at each other and picked up their duffel bags and hurried to catch up.
**0400 hours, Bridge USS Republic**
The turbolift door screeched open, and again Lt.(jg) Richeson winced as the sound hurt his ears. As he step off the lift he couldn't help but realize that the turbo lift was more then twice his age. It surprised him that the damn thing was able to handle the weight of its passengers.
"Now that you are all here, I' would like to begin the briefing." Commander Thorn stood in the middle of the bridge and waited for the students to take their seats. Brittany, Mont and Richeson stayed close to each other, standing at the tactical station, facing the commander. All the other stations were being manned by cadets.
Tim felt odd being a officer on a training mission with a crew mostly made of cadets. But without a doubt they would be well trained and very capable workers.
Thorn cleared his throat and began the mission briefing. "On this mission, we will be conducting war games with the USS Carson. The Carson is a Miranda class destroyer. This will be a 'live fire' battle drill. That means we will be using low powered phasers, and trainer photon torpedoes. Using 'live fire' is more dangerous, but it also gives you the truth about the unpredictability of combat. Cadets will be manning ships stations as our Advanced Tactical team will be taking turns as commander of the ship during the drill." Thorn paused for a moment and stared at a couple of the nervous cadets. "Any questions?"
Ensign Mont raised his hand quickly. Tim liked his Bolian comrade, he was very out going and did not care what others thought about his views. To Richeson, that was a very good trait in a close friend. "How long will each of us be in command during the drill?"
Thorn slowly walked over to the command chair and sat down. "There will be three drills, one for each of you Tactical Trainees. The time you spend in command depends on how long it takes you to disable the Carson or how long it takes the Carson to disable the Republic. The Computer will exaggerate the impact of each hit, making the damage more life like.
Tim looked around to see if there were any more questions. No one else spoke and Commander Thorn nodded with approval.
"The first mission will have Lt. Hiland in command. We will begin in 45 minutes. Richeson and Mont can either report to engineering to assist in repairs or may stay on the bridge during the battle. That is their discretion. Good luck to you all."
Based on STAR TREK created by Gene Roddenberry
Story by Lieutenant Ethan Suder - Assistant Chief Engineer
Suder placed a padd on the console and turned in his chair. Engineering was now empty, the last to Engineers just retired to the Holodeck after Suder noticed how disapointed they were for missing the party. He sat back in his chair and continued to look at the empty space in Engineering until he stood up and walked over to the replicator. After selecting a Betazoid drink that consisted of a rather thick blue liquid, he returned to his station and grabbed a data chip that was resting next to his data padd. He placed the chip into a slot on the console. "Computer, play data file four, titled, 'All The Way' and then file seven titled 'The Way You Look Tonight' " he ordered. Suder had taken the opputinity to get into contact with several officers on Deep Space Nine and requested a few favors.
The music began playing, slowly. Suder relaxed in his chair and slowly turned his chair, continuing to look into the heart of the USS Galaxy. He smiled to himself as good memories sprang to mind. His smile faded as he became lost in the music and the memories he had kept since he came on board the Galaxy.
The images continued to run freely in his mind:
Captain Price cracking a joke on the Bridge and everyone laughing, to his serious orders during the attack of a Dominion Battleship with one expert, Nog on board to help out, to his confrontation with Q, to his tactics used on the USS St. Louise, to his happiness in finding a companion, to the recent incident of being arrested...
Commander Casey having problems with his wife after one unsettling incident that went too far, to his serious command on countless missions that have saved countless lives, to his parties in the Holodecks, to his sense of humor that always semed to ease peoples tension after a while...
The EMH, from being the standard harsh medical hologram, to being adjusted to make the crew feel more comfortable, to what the program was now... Commander Dallas, from being a lone counselor who had the weight of the ship on her hands, to her shyness on shore leave, to her finding happiness with her own companion, to her conflicts with Commander Casey, to her skills of making friends as proved time and again with the audiences she makes in Ten Forward, the Holodecks, the Bridge, where ever she goes...
Lieutenant McDowell, one of the best Engineers he had taught, from being a young Ensign who wasn't sure what the Galaxy was capable of, to a young Ensign who was realising that not everything ran by the books, to the young Ensign that fell in love, to the young Ensign that was always in Engineering when something bad happened, to the young Lieutenant that was still learning...
Lieutenant Samara, after watching debris of a control panel falling to the floor after her fist had made solid contact with it, to her run in's with the command personnel, to her social attempts in Ten Forward, to her kicking consoles in Engineering, to her command to the Romulan Neutral Zone, to when she was just a "hot head" Lieutenant, to her command training in the Holodeck, to her determination during any task, to the woman she is today...
The memories of different people, a lot of the people Suder had served with, even before the Galaxy flowed through his mind as the music continued to play. It was nice having Engineering empty, even if it was going to be just for a while. He prayed that an interruption was due to happen soon. There was so much he wanted to say. But to face the consequences of saying it, to face the responciblity wasn't a pleasant thought. His throat became dry as a slight pain seemed to ache at his heart. Suder felt the pain in his eyes too. Glad that Engineering was empty, he freely let a tear glide down his cheek. He would have to arrange another meeting with the counselor soon......
=/\= "Station 128" =/\=
by lt cmdr Matthew Albrecht
The turbolift doors opened onto deck ten and Matthew stepped out. He tapped his comm badge. "Albrecht to Chen. 'Commander, I'm leaving the ship to visit Security on the station."
Lieutenant commander Chen's voice replied immediately. "Check, sir. Things are in good hands here."
"Thank you," the chief said. "I'll be back within the hour." He had been concerned by the dearth of good training sims involving realistic Romulan opponents. The Galaxy's assortment of villainous Rommies was anemic to say the least. But, the chief of station security was reputed to have quite the collection.
Minutes later Matthew had exited the starship and made his way to the central core of the station. Once there, it was a short turbolift ride to Main Security.
He entered the facility, and was promptly greeted by a professional-sounding Roathon woman. "Salutations, 'commander. How may I help you?"
The area was decorated with strange carvings and the furniture was upholstered in a strange, grainy-looking fabric. He guessed that it was all representative of a particular world's heritage, but didn't know what world. "I'm looking for lieutenant Speenak," he responded.
The ensign nodded and smiled, touched her ear and subvocalized a message. Though no one on the Galaxy used the technology, some races had an aptitude for the silent communication devices she was utilizing. She looked up, "The lieutenant will be here in a moment, sir. Would you like anything to drink?"
Soon, he had a Trania in his hand and was examining a blue-green fern-like plant. Lieutenant Speenak arrived shortly afterward. Speenak said, "How may I help you, 'commander?" He wasted no time, in typical Vulcan style.
Matthew smiled, "Lieutenant, I am seeking training sims for my personell in order to better equip them for potential conflict with Romulans. Considering the sector we are currently serving, I think it's only prudent."
The vulcan security officer grimaced. "One would think you could create a passable sim yourself, 'commander. But you are correct, you will not find better sims anywhere in Federation space for this purpose."
The station security chief and the Galaxy's security chief headed for the holosuites where Speenak could better illustrate his best sims. It didn't take long for Matthew to start adding titles to his list.
Eventually, Albrecht had stripped the Vulcan of his best work. Speenak seemed pleased.
"Okay, lieutenant. I'm going back to the Galaxy, and I'll see you tonight at the senior staff dinner," Matthew said. In order to avoid insulting the Vulcan, he resisted the urge to shake hands with him.
Speenak deadpanned: "That is true, 'commander. We will meet there tonight."
Matthew returned to the Galaxy to load his new collection of training sims. He looked forward to his staff finding a dozen well-polished simulations.
"Giving Ensign Lockhart an easy time"
By Lt Jg. Seth Zonheib
And Ensign Peter Lockhart
The deck plating vibrated as an angry Gorn entered security for the start of his shift. Ensign Lockhart arrived late as usual, strolling in with his usual laissez-faire attitude. "Ensign you will not be late again." Seth looked down at the tiny human.
"Err. No sir!" Peter said looking up at the Gorn. God, he wished the thing had never been promoted, much less put on his shift. "I'll be on time next time, I promise sir." Peter said, for the first time considering whether he was lying or not. He decided not, for the time being.
"I know you will not be good at paper work, so I arrange with Albrecht to suspend your personal holodeck time." The Gorn would have smiled if he could. Peter was speechless. "Any program you run will automatically become a training exercise."
Peter stood there, gob smacked. Sure, the other officers in security gave him a hard time about his laziness. Sanchez, Albrecht, O'Connell and Chen to name a few, but this was something completely new to him. Peter finally managed to blurt out a minor, "Sir?!" but the Gorn continued on, ignoring Peter.
"I've assigned you to guard the cargo bay." The Gorn shift commander passed him the new roster. "Afterward we are going to the holodeck."
Peter took the roster meekly, though a resentment was growing in him by the second. He looked at the roster and saw it was true. He was now to guard the cargo bay for an indefinite period. God that was boring! And then he remembered he had to pull extra time to fill in the paper work! And *THEN* he remembered it was coming out of his holodeck time! No more football matches with Mark Mulich.
"Get going Ensign." the Gorn said.
Peter just staggered away, shaken and befuddled. He wandered the corridors of the ship not knowing what the hell was going on and arrived at Cargo Bay one in record time. He looked around at the cargo bay, filled with boxes, but no other humans, and then he finally snapped.
"Bollocks am I doing this." he raged. "As soon as this shift is over, I'm going to talk to Albrecht. Fuckin' hell, I'll even talk to Sanchez if it'll do me any good!" Peter flung the PADD down on a nearby surface and continued his rant to no one at all.
"And if that bastard things he's stopping me from using the holodeck, he's got another thing coming. I'll ask Mark to start the programs. Then I can use them. And if he stops that as well, I'm going to Albrecht. If that don't work, I'm going to the Captain. If that don't work, then I'm going to the Federation Court of human rights!" Peter's voice started to rise traditionally, but luckily no one was around to hear. "And if that doesn't work!" Peter's voice came down quietly as he pulled his comm. badge off his shirt. "If that doesn't work, I'm outta here."
Peter flung the insignia down on the floor, before staring at it for a long while. He finally picked it up and replaced it on the left side of his chest. "Maybe." he said quietly.
Peter soon started touring the cargo bay, thinking of ways to stop the Gorn from ruling his life. Murder, lying and cheating were all considered, but dismissed as too easy, and probably too illegal. Peter eventually settled down to a fuming session in one corner of the cargo bay. He didn't hear the doors open when they did.
Halfway through the shift Seth went and checked up on the ensign. He caught him leaning against the wall and daydreaming. Ensign McElvogue came in behind the Gorn and took Peter's post. Zonheib took the human to the holodeck and asked him to pick a program.
"Sutton United v Coventry City, January 6th, 1988?" Peter suggested sarcastically. The Gorn merely tapped in his own command and started a program.
The holodeck doors parted to a field of green with white painted lines. A row of traditionally redbrick houses could be seen outside the ground and a chill was in the air. Peter looked confused, there was a yellow and orange Sutton United uniform for him hanging on the wall. "I modified the program so I will not feel the cold." Seth walked onto the field and took position behind the opposing Coventry City strikers. "You'll have to explain the rules to me."
As Peter dressed he outlined the objectives and briefed the rules. "Simple sir. You can't use your hands and the objective is to put the ball into that net over there, without letting the ball enter your own net. I must warn you sir, brute force will not work here. You'll get sent off by the referee." He pointed at the man wearing black. "I must warn you sir, that Coventry City are one of the best teams in the league at this point, and Sutton United are one of the worst. Historically, Sutton pulled off the biggest shock in this competition, winning 2 goals to 1." Seth didn't seem to completely understand but started the program.
He plucked the ball from the striker and stood waiting. The ref blew his whistle and called for a free kick against Sutton for a deliberate handball.
"You can't use your hands sir!" Peter cried from off on the left wing. Seth nodded and the game was restarted. Coventry played the ball direct to a striker and Seth charged the man and flattened him, getting the ball off the man. The ref blew his whistle, but Seth just kicked the ball up field and into the net. Peter just watched in despair as Seth scored a 'goal' that didn't count.
"You!" the ref shouted. "Yellow card!" he said, and held up a yellow card to 'Paul McKinnon' who Seth had replaced for the purpose of the match. "Do that again, and you're off!"
"Sir! You really can't do that." Peter said. "This isn't a violent sport. You need to take it gently." Peter shook his head slightly. "Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea."
"Is there a rule against removing the referee from the game?" Seth asked. Peter answered with a definite and somewhat dumbfounded "Yes."
"I can't use my hands?" he asked and the human answered "No!" The Gorn thought for a moment then resumed the game. This time he stood on the ball hard enough that no one could take it from him. Several players backed off to see what he would do. The Gorn bent down and took the ball in his massive jaws and charged the net. The ref blew the whistle again while the goalie jumped out of the way rather then in.
"You can't carry the ball in anyway." Peter sighed in despair, though it was quite amusing to watch. "Here watch me." Lockhart ran up and down the field chasing the ball. He got to kick it once or twice then he spotted Seth by the goalie. An opposing player got the ball and headed that way. Peter was almost too afraid to watch.
Seth saw the man coming and tried to think of non violent way to stop him. 700 pounds of Gorn dove onto the ball deflating it.
The ref blew his whistle again and looked totally shocked. The 8000 crowd were loving it, however. Sutton didn't have a chance, and this player was suddenly giving them hope by acting in totally unexpected ways. A replacement ball was found and the ref pointed to the centre circle to restart the match. His face gave away the impression that he wanted to send Seth off, but he didn't seem to dare.
"Seth!" Peter called. "You can't destroy the ball either! They'll just restart the game. At this rate, we'll draw 0-0 and get a replay." Peter didn't mention that if that happened it would be the best result he'd ever been able to get from this scenario before.
"Sir. Would you perhaps like to engage in a more violent holoprogram?" Peter asked, hoping the Gorn would agree. "I've got several combats from the 20th and 23rd century that I'm sure you could engage in. How about the civilian riots in Northern Ireland in 1972?" Peter realised this was a very touchy subject for him, but Seth didn't know that. "Or the riots on Angolian II in 2254? Give you a chance to try out our security training against large crowds?"
"You seem to be stuck in history Ensign." Seth observed. "Maybe you should have been an archaeologist?"
"My academy marks where not high enough." Peter admitted.
"I have an idea." Seth went to the arch and programmed with his knuckle so as not to damage the interface with his claw. Two phasers appeared but the match still played on. "Umm you can't shoot them sir."
"I programmed the ball to register hits from the phasers. The players will ignore it." Seth handed the ensign a weapon. "You need to improve your targeting anyway. Might as well do it while watching."
"Yes sir." Peter said, beaming, and the programme continued, albeit in a strange fashion.
"Sullar, Romulan Soldier"
By: Sullar Sullax
Romulan Warbird Joulon
Sullar slowly opens his eyes. He has to cover his face as the bright light are a bit blinding. The young boy sits up as his eyes adjust. As Sullar looked around he could see he was no longer on board the shuttle. As Sullar looked around he began to feel nervous. Something sounded familiar. A sound or a voice in the distance sounded some what comforting. Sullar slowly climbed down from the bed and walked towards the large door. As he peeked in he saw a Romulan woman sitting at a desk talking to a Romulan male. Sullar slowly walked into the room and looked up at the woman.
"Well, the you boy is awake." she said as she stood from behind her desk. "Inform the Commander in person." She moved from around the desk as the man left. She picked Sullar up from the ground and carried him back to the bed. "I have to run some tests to make sure you are all better."
Sullar looked at her quietly. He was still not to sure about this. He hadn't seen as many Romulans in one place for quiet a while. Sullar sat there allowing the woman to do her work at making him feel better.
The doors to the room opened and in walked another man. This one seemed much more familiar to Sullar but he was still not to sure who he was.
"Commander." the woman said as she stood straight and brought her arm to her chest and back down to her side.
"Doctor, How is Sullar?"
Sullar looked at the man confused on why he said his name. "Me Sullar."
"That is correct. You are Sullar. How are you feeling?"
"I will take you to eat soon. As soon as the doctor is done examining you."
As the doctor did another scan of Sullar she said, "I took the liberty to contact the boys family on Romulus and found that they were waiting to meet the boy on Risa. So they...."
Before she could finish her sentence S'Tark's hand came in contact with her face. With the slamming of his backhand into her face she fell back onto the ground in shock.
"My apologies Commander."
"How dare you go over my head. You will never do such a dishonorable thing again. You will never mention a word of what you have done ever. DO you understand. Doctor."
As she stood back on her feet she lowered her head and spoke, "Yes Commander, I apologize again for my lack of discipline."
Sullar sat there in shock. He hadn't seen a man hit a woman before. Never has this happened at home. Sullar was picked up from S'Tark and carried out of the sickbay.
Sullar watched as the Romulans that they passed would do there salute to the Commander as he passed them. Sullar chuckled each time as he was amused by this. As they neared the bridge Sullar was doing the same thing.
The doors to the bridge opened and S'Tark spoke, "I will be in my quarters. When we are near Romulas contact me."
The two of them entered the room near the bridge and Sullar was placed on the bed. "Sullar, we need to get you out of those disgusting Federation cloths." S'Tark replicated some cloths that looked very Romulan and dressed the boy. As Sullar was being clothed he saw the picture of his mother on the shelf. Sullar remembered it from the one next to his bed. Ryak alway told him stories about his mother.
"Mamma." Sullar stated as he pointed at the picture.
"That is correct Sullar." S'Tark took down the picture and sat on the bed next to Sullar. "This is you, this is your mother and this is me."
"Mamma, no more."
S'Tark put the young boy onto his lap and looked into his eyes. "That is ok Sullar, you will be home soon."
******** USS Galaxy ********
Ryak had enough with this computer program. Nothing was going to find his son here. They had to get to the place were if anything happened they'd be able to find it. Ryak walked over to the wall and called up the up and coming missions flight path. As Ryak noticed the closest stop to where the flight path was he knew he had to see the Captain and see if they could go there first.
"Computer locate Captain Price."
"Captain Price is on Starbase 128."
Ryak downloaded his hypothesis into the padd and made his way to see the Captain. As Ryak boarded the station he noticed the looks he was getting. Ryak had never been to an outpost along the neutral zone before. He could see how nervous the people around him where to his presence especially that he was in a Federation uniform. Ryak even noticed that station security was following him. Ryak walked even quicker to find the Captain. Ryak walked over to a panel and tapped in some commands to see if they could locate the Captain. As soon as he pin pointed the location Ryak made his way there.
Ryak turned the corner to see the Captain down the corridor talking to somebody. As Ryak approached the two of them Ryak pulled out his padd to show Price. As Ryak did his hand was grabbed and he was thrown up against the wall and pinned there. Ryak began to struggle.
"You had better have a good reason for this."
As Ryak was turned around he could see that one of the security officers had a phaser pointed at him while the other one began to scan his padd. Ryak looked at the two of them and grabbed his padd form them. This caused the two of them to get nervous. Now Ryak had two phasers pointed at him.
"Drop the pad or I'll shoot!"
"Put down your phasers Ensign's!" Ryak yelled back there was no way he was going to be pushed around. "You have no right to treat a superior officer like this. If you do not put down your weapons now I will shove them so for..."
"DROP THE PADD NOW!!!"
Right as Ryak was going to lunge at the security officers a familiar voice came into play. "Is there a problem here 'mates."
"Captain. The security officer said, "This Rommie was acting suspiciously and could have been a threat to the station and yourself."
"Captain! I am not going to stand here..." Ryak began to say before he was cut off.
"Don't worry Commander." Price turned to the two officers and said, "You are dismissed. Just be happy that my Chief Science officer let you two live."
The two of them looked at the Captain and reluctantly made there way elsewhere.
At this point Ryak was fuming. But in true Romulan fashion he stood tall and handed the padd to the Captain, "As you are aware sir, my son is delayed at Risa. This is not the only fact. He has been confirmed not to be on Risa at all. I request that we make this stop first when delivering supplies. It is on the route the shuttle Nova was taking and if anything happed this would be the most likely place. That and it will allow us to be most efficient."
Price looked down at the padd and then back at Ryak. "Very well 'mate. Get this to Helm and have them reschedule our route to match this."
"Aye sir." Ryak turned and headed back to the Galaxy leaving the Captain with his friend.
ALSO KNOWN AS:
Lt/Commander Ryak Sullax, Chief Science Officer, USS Galaxy.
"Back on the Galaxy"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price
Captain Price was walking through the corridors of Starbase 128, on his way to return to the Galaxy while Brian Whey, the FNN reporter and his news crew followed.
Whey was making small talk with the now somewhat famous Starfleet Captain, trying to ingratiate himself with the man that would be commanding the starship upon which he and his news crew would be spending the next several weeks.
Lee was still being polite; The diplomatic Starfleet Captain that didn't want to offend the process of freedom of speech. But inwardly, he wished this Whey fellow would just shut up for a while instead of constantly asking open ended, "reporter" questions to try and get the Captain to talk.
When the Captain and entourage rounded a corridor on the Starbase, they came across a pair of Security officers giving Lieutenant Commander Sullax a hard time, probably because of his Romulan heritage. Being on board a Starbase that's primary objective was over seeing and coordinating the outpost stations along the Romulan Neutral Zone, it was an understatement to say everyone here was a little leery of Romulans. Lee noticed that the FNN news correspondent was starting to drool at a possible side story to cover as they saw the argument unfold before them.
Ryak was protesting over his treatment, and rightly so. "Put down your phasers Ensign's! You have no right to treat a superior officer like this. If you do not put down your weapons now I will shove them so far..."
"DROP THE PADD NOW!!!" demanded the young security officer, as he opened his stance and steadied his aim with both hands on his weapon as it pointed at the 'Commander's chest.
Lee could tell that Whey was enjoying this confrontation. He didn't seem the slightest bit worried that he and his news crew were in the line of fire should the Security officer shoot at Ryak and miss. He was turning to his holo-image operator, motioning him to get ready to record the confrontation. The General didn't want to have any part in that. He knew Sullax was already upset that his son's shuttle had disappeared. These jumpy Ensigns had no idea what a pissed off Romulan with Ryak's training was capable of, if provoked.
Stepping forward, Captain Price raised his voice and asked, "Is there a problem here 'mates?"
While the young officers had a hard time recognizing the rank of a Romulan in a Starfleet uniform, they didn't seem to have a problem acknowledging Captain Robert Edward Lee Price. Maybe Davidson was right, Lee's 'fame' preceded him.
"Captain. This Rommie was acting suspiciously and could have been a threat to the station and yourself." One security guard explained.
Lieutenant Commander Sullax objected to the derogatory comment; or perhaps he was just impatient because of his missing son. "Captain! I am not going to stand here..."
"Don't worry Commander." Price interrupted before Ryak could say something unprofessional to these 'green' gold shirts. Turning to the young Ensigns, Lee said, "You are dismissed. Just be happy that my Chief Science officer let you two live."
Field correspondent Brian Whey looked disappointed that the situation hadn't gotten out of control. He directed his news crew to stop recording, since they didn't really get set soon enough, and the skillful Captain Price had already diffused the situation anyway.
Ryak explained that his son's shuttle, the Nova, was still missing and never made it to Risa. The 'Commander had taken the liberty of reviewing the Galaxy's orders and plotting the various outpost stations along the Neutral Zone. There were three dozen listening stations in all, and one much closer to where Sullar's shuttle was last known to be than the rest. Lieutenant Commander Sullax requested that the Galaxy alter it's delivery schedule to go to that outpost station first so that he could look for his missing boy.
Lee agreed. It would take the Galaxy out of it's way, as there were nearly twenty outpost stations nearer that the Galaxy could stop at on it's way to deliver her cargo, but the General understood how important it was for his Chief Science Officer to find out about his son. Ryak was a Romulan, and a very strict father. But he also was a very loving one that would do anything for his son.
"Very well 'mate. Get this to Helm and have them reschedule our route to match this."
"Aye sir." Ryak turned and headed back to the Galaxy leaving the Captain with the reporters from FNN.
"Isn't it unusual for a Federation Starship to have a Romulan Chief Science Officer Captain?" Brian Whey asked?
Lee shook his head. "Actually, Lieutenant Commander Sullax is the second Chief Science Officer the Galaxy has had to date. But you'll find no one more dedicated to science than Ryak. He's a bonzer senior officer and I feel lucky to 'ave him on board a vessel under my command." The Captain responded in one of his more lengthy replied to the inquisitive reporter.
Captain Price lead the FNN news team to the USS Galaxy. The crew gave various looks to the recognizable news correspondent, Brian Whey, and his news team.
Knowing that Commander Casey was busy seeing that his wife, Miran, or whom ever she now was after the bizarre transporter accident, was taken care of, Lee activated his comm badge to raise Lieutenant Commander Jamson to make arrangements for the FNN crew's quarters.
"Price to Jamson. Come in 'mate."
["Jamson here Captain. What is it sir?"] Michael asked.
"'Commander, I need to have you arrange for some quarters for six guests that will be accompanying us on this mission." Lee explained.
["Guests Captain?"] Jamson asked over the channel.
"Aye. Starfleet has agreed to let a news crew from FNN come on board to do a documentary on our crew. They will be needing accommodations for their stay here during our mission."
["I'll take care of it Captain. It will be a few minutes though. I'm down here on deck 39 making arrangements to store the supplies we are scheduled to deliver along the Neutral zone. I'm supposed to meet with Lieutenant Commander Samara in engineering to give her a report on the available holds down here, so she can coordinate the transport of the supplies from the Starbase to the Galaxy. With our transporter systems down and undergoing repair, our calculations have to be precise."] Michael informed.
"We could meet your 'Commander in Engineering Captain, if that would help matters?. . ." Brian Whey suggested.
Lee gave a nod. At least it would get the talkative, probing correspondent out of his hair for a while. "Fair dinkum 'mate. Main Engineering is on deck 36. You can consult the terminals at the end of most corridors for directions should you get lost. 'Commander, did you get that?" the Captain asked.
["Yes sir. I'll meet with the reporters in Engineering in about ten minutes or so. Jamson out."] Michael said, closing the channel.
Brian Whey seemed pleased that Captain Price liked his suggestion, and that he trusted the reporter enough on board his vessel to find his own way to Engineering. Of course in reality, Lee was just glad to be rid of the short reporter and his news crew for a while. But Whey didn't seem to realize that.
"Turbolift is that way 'mate. I'm sure Lieutenant Commander Jamson will recognize you when he spots you in Engineering."
"Thank you Captain Price." Whey stated. He and his news team then went down the corridor to head to the turbolift as Lee had indicated.
Captain Price watched as the FNN crew walked away. Glad to be rid of them for the time being, Lee headed for his quarters to freshen up. Captain Davidson was expecting the Captain on the senior staff of the Galaxy to attend dinner on the Starbase, and though informal, the Captain wanted to spend some time alone before the gathering.