"Transfer Denied"Lt. Michala Lynn
Admiral Tom Casey as written by Rob Schwarz
Commander Deiran Casey, Captain USS Constitution- APC
"Transfer Denied"
Lt. Michala Lynn
Admiral Tom Casey as written by Rob Schwarz
Commander Deiran Casey, Captain USS Constitution- APC
Michala returned from the party, a little saddened. She had tried to fit in, she really had. But as usual, she ended up sitting alone. She had heard that Anika had been caught in a shuttle without authorization, so most likely Eric was with her. Shinta was in sickbay with Bruce and Mike and Rayna were off ship. She didn't know anyone else really. She had seen Andree Dothan, but he looked to be having a good time so she hadn't approached him. She sat in her quarters staring out the porthole for a long time.
Finally, she went to the Padd that held the transfer request that Deiran had sent her. She knew she loved Deiran and she had definitely been lonely since he had left. Maybe he was right, maybe it was time to go. She didn't fit in here. She signed the request; she attached it to her main computer console. "Computer, send transfer request for Michala Lynn."
"Acknowledged."
She sighed, let Deiran be surprised. Their last conversation hadn't ended well. Maybe this would start a new one on better footing. She took off the dress and went to bed.
*** Later sometime ***
Michala was in her office. Shinta's labor was progressing nicely. It would not be much longer. She checked her notes one more time. She had been getting odd readings on this pregnancy from the beginning. She jumped when her computer suddenly announced an incoming priority call.
Admiral Tom Casey sat at his desk in SFHQ, Strategic Command building, he had the top floor. This was what Casey enjoyed. He loved this power. He had seen a Michala Lynn transfer order come through the system, and he wasn't about to let his son get distracted so soon in his command career. Michala could go to him later, Deiran needed to get his toes wet in the CO's chair, he rationalized inside himself. He marked on the transfer, "Denied." He then called Michala, and that is when Michala received the incoming transmission.
Admiral Casey was dashing in his Admiral's uniform and staring right into the screen at Michala when she first saw him. "Greetings Lieutenant Lynn," he said with a fake smile on his face.
"Admiral?" She said with acknowledgment and question all at the same time.
"Yes, Thomas Casey, Deiran's father," he said, still smiling.
"What can I do for you, Admiral?" She said politely. She was glad she had taken time this morning with her appearance.
"Nothing Lieutenant. I called to tell you your transfer request to the Constitution has been denied. You can file a request at a later date," he told her, his face grim and calculating.
She stared at the screen stunned for a minute. "Denied? Excuse me Admiral, but I thought it was Starfleet policy to try to keep families together." She couldn't believe what she had just heard.
"You're not married to Deiran, I believe you gave the ring back? Deiran has a destiny fulfill, when he's settled into the captaincy of the Constitution you can be with him then. Let him get used to command okay honey?" Tom Casey smiled, charm oozing from his pores.
Michala's eyes narrowed when he called her honey. "I see! And how long do you think that might take, Admiral." Her words were clipped.
"It depends on how Starfleet sees his performance," he smiled cordially to the woman. All Tom cared about was that his son kicked some major butt in this command. His mind shouldn't be on women or love, or family, or not taking risks. He wanted Starfleet to see just how brilliant and impenetrable his son was. This little lady before him was the chink in his son's armor and Tom knew it.
"Did you consider Admiral, that having me not with him might be the greater distraction?" She said with honeyed sweetness. "In fact, it could become quite distracting in the near future." Her voice held no tone of threat but her meaning was clear.
"My son knows his duty," Tom retorted but tried to hide his annoyance. He hadn't thought that not having her with Deiran could be worse than having her there as a distraction. But, what was done was done. She'd have to wait to request a transfer again.
"I am well aware of that. I also can see why he is unhappy. Will there be anything else, Sir." She said; not bothering to hide the fact that she was less then pleased.
"My son is just fine, he's a Captain and is impressing most of the high level brass, you should be proud of him and understand. Deiran was born for this honey, you'll be with him when the time is right," he smiled, his words flowed from his tongue as smooth as silk. "That'll be all, you take care of yourself Michala, you're on a fine ship," he smiled.
"Permission to speak freely sir." She asked suddenly.
Tom looked at her. He could certainly see what Deiran saw in this woman, her beauty was breathtaking. "Certainly Lieutenant," Tom Casey replied, the look on his face becoming serious as he prepared for what the woman might say.
"Sir, those children are as much mine as they can be. I have memories of having given birth to them. I have a right to be with them. Deiran wants me there. I am a damn good doctor and would be a contribution to his crew. It seems to me that you are denying my transfer because it does not fit your agenda, not because it might be a detriment to his career. As for marriage, that can be rectified within hours." Her words were firm and showed spirit as well as courage.
Tom sat there for a few seconds. This girl was tougher than he thought, not at all like Miran. He smiled at her, but his eyes didn't look very happy as he glared at her, "Michala do you know what you've put him through over the last week?" he asked slowly, hiding his anger. "My son doesn't need that right now," he added. There was another pause and he started again, "Don't threaten me little lady. I hold your career in the palm of my hand. I can even say where you are stationed and why. You're not his girlfriend, you gave his ring back to him and you've been avoiding him for months now. My son loves you I know ... " he stopped. He was speaking before thinking. "Not even I can reconsider the denial of the transfer. You get your head straight and make up your mind what you want and commit to Deiran and be a plus in his life instead of a distraction and I'll see about transferring you to his ship," he was not backing down. He saw it as protecting his son, and was still smiling like everything was just great.
"And you think keeping us apart will fix that? If we had been together, such an argument wouldn't have happened in the first place. Why don't you let your son grow up and decide for himself what is good for him." Michala's eyes remained locked on his. "As for threats sir, you may hold my career in your hand, but I hold your son in mine." She watched with satisfaction as his face reddened. "I am glad we understand one another. Thank you for the opportunity to speak my mind, Sir." Her voice held a touch of respect but no more.
Well Tom Casey was an arrogant SOB, but he knew when he was beaten. There was a first time for everything. She was right, she did have Deiran. She was the mother of his children and Tom's grandchildren. "Then stop hurting him," he replied. "You're welcome, you can say whatever the hell you want, doesn't change anything at the moment. Get your head on straight Lieutenant then will see about getting you to your family," Casey replied.
"Aye Sir!" She said. Her face betrayed nothing more and before him was a mere lieutenant once again. She had spoke her mind and had nothing more to say to the pompous ass.
"And Lieutenant, I am well aware you have him in the palm of your hand. Don't abuse him. He may be a difficult man, but one thing you need to know is he loves you. It's why I did this. Think about that," he told her. "Admiral Casey out," he said and the screen went black. Tom Casey believed he was doing what was right for his son and his son's career. That's what Tom had always done.
"Computer, put a call through to Deiran Casey, Captain of the USS Constitution." She snapped.
It took awhile before Deiran could return her call. He was on the DMZ patrolling and had run into some trouble with a Ferengi trader trying to smuggle Fed weapons to Romulan merchants. Deiran had caught the rats in a trap and was now escorting the Ferengi captain to a Federation colony for prosecution. He was in his ready room when he returned Michala's call. "Michala is something wrong?" he asked, the first thing he said. He didn't think he'd be hearing from her so soon. He thought they were over.
"I don't have a lot of time at the moment. I am about to deliver Shinta's baby. But I needed..." She paused. She wanted to tell him, not have it cross his desk. "You need to find someone else for the CMO position." She said softly. "I wanted you to hear it from me."
"Why? You're the best doctor available. The position is in limbo until you're here," he said resolutely, Deiran Casey never gave up, for anyone or any reason.
She couldn't lie to him. He would get the information eventually. "Starfleet thinks differently." She said quietly. "I wanted to surprise you and put the transfer through, but.... Well it was denied." She said with regret.
"Like hell it is!" Deiran shot back, that same intense determination flashing in his eyes.
"I got notified right before I put a call through to you. It has been denied. I can't resubmit it again for awhile. But, I would like to see you if you can arrange that?" She said with concern.
"Yes, I can arrange that. I'll have to find out what the Galaxy's next assignment is though. We'll have to meet up somewhere, the two ships. Or maybe I can ask Captain Price to give you a few days leave, not including travel time," he smiled, "one way or the other we'll see each other," his eyes gazed at her longingly. "I've missed you Michala," he told her, his heart speaking. "And I will find out what is going on with that transfer." He promised.
"Can't I take a shuttle?" After all, she was an accomplished pilot. She ignored his last statement. She wasn't about to set father against son.
"Certainly, but you'll need clearance for that," he relied. He looked at her, his eyes questioning all of this. Deep down in Casey's soul, he was a curious man. "Michala, I am ecstatic you want to see me and the kids, it's the best surprise I've had in a long time. But what changed? I thought you were through with all of us? Is there something wrong?" he asked her, heartfelt and concerned for her.
Michala heard a moan from the next room. "I have to go. Arrange it Deiran, there is something we need to discuss." She cut the transmission. Babies just didn't wait.
"Back Home"
By Commander Thomas
& Anna Thomas
Commander Thomas left the bridge once more, this time he was off duty and could finally go home and spend some time with his wife.
"Anna I am home." Chris said with some trepidation. Their first meeting since his return to the ship had been cool, but now he wasn't lying on the floor with his head hurting. Of course that might not be a bad idea to try again, this time he'd do it with a little more control.
"Welcome home dear." She said. "Now do you have time to talk with me about where you've been and why I didn't hear from you?" she asked entering the room.
"I do now Anna." Chris said. "I didn't have the chance to contact you while I was on the planet, because things down there here happening to fast. Even I wasn't able to keep up to date with everything changing."
"Good then walk this way." she said leading him into the bathroom.
Ok Chris thought to himself what is she going to do to me.
"Open your mouth and close your eyes." she said.
"What's the big surprise." Chris asked as he closed his eyes.
"You'll see." she said.
Chris closed his eyes and opened his mouth waiting for the big surprise. He couldn't wait to find out what the big surprise Anna had in store for him.
Moments passed without anything happening, and he couldn't hear anything either.
Then all of a sudden he heard the sound of water and then he felt something entering his mouth. Next thing he knew it tasted awful, what was it in his mouth.
"How does it taste." she asked, removing the item.
"Awful." Chris said, "it taste like... like..."
"Like what?" she asked him.
"Like ... SOAP!" Chris said all of sudden.
"Yeah soap, now lets wash your mouth out and see if we can get some answers from you." she said with a smile.
"Answers? I told you I will always tell you whatever I can about whatever." Chris said. "Why do you think you need soap?"
"I want to know where you've been the past several days! Since you went down to the planet." She said.
"I told you dead, I was assigned to the lead the away mission. There was hundreds of things happening at the same time
"Yeah right, you were seeing someone." she said.
"That's the truth you can ask everyone on the away team." Chris said walking over to the desk, "Tapping on the console, here you can read my report and other reports filed for the mission."
They spent the rest of the night discuss'n his away mission or more to the point the just trying clam her down.
"Getting All Vulcan on Electra"
by Lt Cmdr Surok
and Ensign Electra Reece
*** 'commander Surok's quarters ***
Some operations managers requisitioned office space to use for purposes of intradepartmental administration. There was certainly enough free space on a Galaxy class vessel. In fact, if a department head wanted to create an auditorium-sized meeting hall for his or her department, the only question might be "What color?" On the other hand these free spaces were, by and large, located in the bowels of the ship.
Some Vulcans preferred minimalistically furnished shoeboxes for personal quarters. A Vulcan's need for space was secondary to efficiency and conservation needs. When he joined the Galaxy's crew several weeks prior, Surok had taken the smallest single-occupant space he could get.
With his promotion to Operations Manager, Surok found a compromise between his two conflicting needs. He moved his small assortment of personal items into one of the large senior officers' suites on deck nine. He made one portion of his new quarters into his personal space. The greater portion he began configuring as his office and workshop. The new arrangement would allow him to make better use of his time and kept the center of Operations administration closer to the vital command areas of the ship.
When the door chime sounded Surok was adjusting his new backless office chair for maximum ergonomics. He stood and called "Come."
Ensign Electra Reece entered. She appeared uncomfortable, though her appearance was flawlessly professional.
"You are six minutes early, ensign Reece," he informed her unnecessarily. He gestured for her to sit in the chair opposite his small desk. He sat when she did, his back to the wide viewports that gave a panoramic view to Starboard.
"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir. I thought you would prefer me to be early sir." Electra was worried. She had been asked to this meeting by the head of her department and she was afraid that she was going to have a problem. She took a deep breath and tried not to shake under the Vulcan's regard.
"I do prefer early to late." Surok touched the display panel on his desktop and the information displayed there vanished.
"As you may know, we are here to discuss the events of stardate five-zero-one-zero-three point two. Specifically, your involvement in the vandalous waste of consumables stores that occurred that evening in the mess hall."
"The food fight, sir?" Electra closed her eyes for a brief moment, now sure she would have a problem. It had been bad enough explaining events to Captain Price. How was she supposed to explain all of this to a Vulcan? Her involvement in the incident? Her suspicions about Chuck Marx? Rebecca von Ernst? He would never understand and she had no proof about Chuck.
"Well, sir, yes, I was in the mess hall during that incident and I spoke to the Captain about it directly afterwards, sir. I'm not s-sure what to say, sir, if he didn't give you his report I could repeat the information f-from that meeting, sir?" Electra cursed herself inwardly for her hesitation and stammer. But that imperturbable Vulcan stare, it felt like it was boring into her brain.
"That will be unnecessary, ensign." He paused a moment, hoping that ensign Reece might calm down a bit before he continued. "I have read several reports on the incident. Do you accept responsibility for the 'food fight'?"
Electra's eyes widened. ~Accept responsibility? What in the stars did the captain say in his report? ~ "Sir, I , sir, was just eating sir, didn't start, sir, didn't even, sir, see, sir, just eating, sir, reading logs, sir, didn't see it, sir, didn't do anything, sir, I swear, sir. Just got hit with food, sir, then hid, sir, didn't do anything sir. Just tried to stay out, sir, of sight, sir." Nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, Electra stumbled her way through the explanation, trying not to cry.
The 'commander slowly stated, "I realize that it may seem that way to you, ensign. Perhaps you have not considered the larger pattern of events. Allow me to give you an example from the past."
Surok placed his palms together. "I often acted as referee during competitive training exercises at Starfleet Academy. You once participated in one of those exercises. It was a whitewater rafting and overland hiking race with a high difficulty rating. I was able to observe your interactions with your teammates."
~Oh, Stars. He means the one with Barry's girlfriend and her friends as the majority of the team. But, of course, he doesn't know about any of that.~ Electra looked down, remembering the trying exercise. Not only physically exhausting, but mentally and emotionally so as well.
"Your team lost the competition," elaborated Surok. "You were in the lead for thirty-two hours. However, your inability to form functional working relationships with difficult people gave the victory to the other team. Your team captain grew impatient with you after spending the majority of the race defending you against the taunts of your own teammates. Eventually, realizing that you were not going to defend yourself while she protected you, cadet Frummax discontinued protecting you from the more predatory members of your team. Team coherence broke down, and the race was lost."
~Of course. I was supposed to form a functional working relationship with a group of girls who kept trying to "accidently" drown me and wouldn't stop calling me those horrid names. As for Frummax! Stars, she only helped me until Sandra told her that Chuck hated me. Then Frummax helped the others to try to kill me. Of course we lost! And they all blamed me afterwards. They were stuck with the "slut". She made them lose.~ Even though it had been years before and she knew it was a bad thing, Electra couldn't hold back the tears any longer, not after that reminder. They trickled silently down her cheeks as the memories overwhelmed her. And she saw no point in trying to explain to a Vulcan what had really happened.
Across the desk, her superior was unmoved by her silent emotional display. If anything, it strengthened his biased opinion of the root cause of her difficulties.
The Ops manager touched his display screen again. "Ensign, I don't intend to allow our team dynamic to suffer from your interpersonal flaws. You are efficient at your duties, so I do not wish to lose you. I must, therefore, insist you begin a series of meetings with our counselling staff to determine a solution. I have taken the liberty of assigning your first appointment."
Electra nodded. She had a feeling this was coming. "Yes, sir." She considered a counseling staff on board a major disadvantadge of the Galaxy. But she knew that an order was an order. ~But it won't do any good. I won't be able to explain and with my luck my counselor will be a petite woman who would never understand. ~ Electra sighed. "I'll report to the counselor as ordered, sir."
"Ensign," he began, "you will note that the counselling sessions are not a punishment. They will help you to better integrate with the other crew. I have not originated any reprimand for your starfleet record. I expect you to continue your exemplary performance in the future."
Electra sighed and blinked, trying to stop the tears, knowing they were not helping her. "Yes, sir. I appreciate th-that you didn't g-give me a r-reprimand, sir. Thank you, sir." She was very depressed, knowing that her commanding officer thought her a clumsy idiot who thought that she would hurt the crew's performance.
He nodded. "That is all, ensign Reece. Dismissed."
Electra nodded and left his quarters, wishing she didn't have a Vulcan for department head.
"What to do?"
Lt. Michala Lynn
Lt Rose Isis MacAllen
Michala had left the medical bay as soon as she got the test results. She couldn't face anyone. She headed for the holodeck. She walked into the checkered room. The door shut behind her. She tried to think of what program she wanted. But she couldn't think of anything at all. She sank onto the floor. What was she going to do. She burst into tears. She didn't want to deal with this. She just wanted it to go away.
Rose entered the in the holodeck under a tree in one of her favoite programs of Betazed near her royal castle when she saw a young woman in a medical uniform crying, Rose looks at her, "Are you ok ma'am?" the young Betazoid ask trying to hide her pain.
Micala looked up in shock. Someone had activated the holodeck. She dashed the tears from her eyes. "I am sorry. I - I thought no one had this time slot." She said in effort to appologize.
Rose looked at her, "It ok! I'm Lt Rose Isis MacAllen and you must be Michala? Is everything ok ma'am?"
"No." She said honestly. "Please don't call me ma'am. It is Michala."
"Ok Michala, do you want to talk about it?" Rose asked her sitting down with her.
"It is kind of complicated." Michala said. "I am not sure I should even tell anyone."
Rose looks at her, "If you don't want to that ok I'm Betaziod I know what your going though I promise I won't tell anybody."
Michala looked up sharply and then relaxed a little. "Well then I guess it doesn't hurt to say I am pregnant and that my boyfriend is not the father." She wiped tears from her eyes.
Rose looks at her with a sad look, "Yes come walk with me this progarm is my home on Betazed then maybe we can talk.
She is trying her best to make Michala more relax, she know how it feel to be lonely.
Michala nodded. She got up and began to walk with the young woman. "My boyfriend is going to be furious." She said more to herself then to Rose.
"Your boyfriend was the former XO on here right? And his father wouldn't let you go to his ship because he think it will mess up his command abities, I know about his father, the Admiral my father knew him and let me tell you something his a first class jackass." Rose said to Michala as they walk in the cool night air.
Michala chuckled. "This is true. But it doesn't help the situation. If you know Deiran at all, then you know that he is not going to take this lightly. He will either blame me or want to kill the father."
Rose looks at Michala, "The father is Eric isn't?"
Michala nodded. "I haven't told him yet. I am trying to decide if I should."
"Eric have been my friend since after I was saved by the Maquis, but you need to do what is right and what in your heart." Rose said to her as she sits in the royal rose garden.
"I guess I have to tell him." She finally said with a sad sigh.
Rose took her hand, "I know you will do the right thing your a very smart woman so here is my advice, take no crap from anybody."
Michala laughed. "Has anyone ever told you that you are refreshingly different?"
Rose thinks for a few minute, "Can't think of nobody Michala, but you have to be strong for you and your family so don't take no crap from anybody that my advice to you Doctor."
"I don't have a family." She said sadly. "I am.. an orphan sort of."
Rose sighs, "I know how you feel Michala, I lost my father during the war and I never told him good bye, my mother Lady Michelle is pushing me to married my boyfriend and have children for the sake of the royal family. Sometimes I wish some men on here starts having crushes on me."
"I would be happy if someone would just talk to me." She muttered. "I am sorry, I didn't mean you but the crew as a whole. They keep me at a distance. I don't know if it is because of Deiran or because I am a freak of technology?"
Rose looks at her, she knew what Michala was talking about, "To me your still a person and a woman, your one hell of a doctor."
"Thank you. I guess I should go tell Eric." She said with a sigh.
"If you need somebody to talk to I will always be here." Rose said with A smile.
Michala stood. "Thank you! Thank you for listening. I guess I better face the music." She sighed.
Rose walked with her, "I will pray to the gods for you, but remember don't take any crap from anybody Michala, be strong."
Michala smiled. "I think, my friend, that is easier said then done."
Rose smiles back, "I know it hard but you have to."
"You Reap What You Sow"
Lt. Michala Lynn
Lt. Eric Odin
Michala buzzed Eric's door. She didn't know what to do, but she wouldn't make this choice alone. She waited patiently. The computer said he was here.
Eric was actually sleeping, but turned on the lights and rose and made himself halfway presentable and said,"Come on in."
Michala entered nervously. "Eric? I am sorry to bother you. But it was kind of important." She was hard pressed to keep from crying again.
He shook his head and said,"It's fine Michala. You know you cna wake me up and all if it's important. I gather that it is so pelase sit down. Would you like anything to drink?"
"Tea?" She said, "Chamomille preferrably." Her nerves were shot.
He nodded and said,"You got it. Please sit."He went over and got her some charmolline tea and got himself some hot tea with honey in it. He too both over nad set hers infront of her nad set his down as he sat across from her and asked,"What can I do for you?"
"I am pregnant." She hadn't meant to blurt it out. It just happened. It came tumbling out.
He had been taking a sip of his tea an his cup remained where it was for a few moments before he set it back down. He then looked to her and asked in a stunned and amazed look,"Pregnant?"
"As in having a baby..." She said gently.
He nodded and said,"I know."He was so stunned that was just about all he could say.
"Umm Eric. It is yours." She wanted that clear. "I haven't been with anyone else."
He nodded again and said,"I'm sorry Michala. I'm not really sure what to say. This was just out of the blue and I'm sure it was for you too. How far along are you?"
She just looked at him. He knew when they had been together as well as she did. "Well if there was only one time.." Her words trailed off.
He said,"I'm sorry. Of course I would know how far along you would be. It's been about 2 months whic h is about 8 weeks."
"I.. I don't know what to do. I was .. I am supposed to being getting back with Deiran and you have Anika?" Tears filled her eyes. "I don't know if I believe in aborting pregnancies and I don't know what you think about it all."
"I don't believe in aborting pregnancies."Tears began to run into his eyes as he thought about Anika and what this might do to the relationship if not end it completely. Eric looked to Michala and said,"We should tell both of the people we are invovled with. I want you to keep the baby Michala."
She was silent for a long moment. "That could prove more difficult then you think." She said, her voice quivering.
He looked to her and asked,"What do you mean?"
"Deiran will want details." She said in offer of explanation.
"Details of how you got pregnant and by whom and such?"
"Exactly. Look how he reacted last time?" She said with concern. "He is going to go bullestic."
Eric nodded knwoing this was true and said,"I don't know what to do in that case. I want you to keep that baby though."
"Regardless of the consequences?" She asked, tears slipped down her cheeks.
"Yes. I believe that is both the right thing and the best thing. I suppose the fina ldecision is up to you though."He was trying to be strong both for her and himself. He felt as if he would lose Anika all over again.
Michala stood. "Okay. Well, sorry for disturbing you." He could tell she was in a mild state of shock.
He stood and said,"This was a worthy cause of waking me up. Plesase don't dshut me out or anything. Let me know your final decision alright?"
"I will!" She promised and then slipped from the room. Now, she only had Deiran Casey to face.
His head bowed low as she left the room and said ot himself,"You reap what you sow." He had to talk with Anika and soon.
"Surprises"
by Ensign Anika Crowe
and Lt. Michala Lynn
***
Anika hadn't slept. She hadn't slept in her cell. She hadn't slept in her quarters.
She'd stared at her collar for an hour earlier in the morning. She had just started getting used to that second pip. Now it was gone. Captain Price had taken it away. She didn't blame him. After what she'd done, she didn't deserve it. She wasn't sure she deserved her commission anymore.
She'd been wandering the corridors of the Galaxy for the last six hours. Lt. Maxwell had given her the day off because of her demotion. And, she'd just wandered.
As she rounded a corner, things looked very familiar. She realized with a start she was standing in the place where it all began. She was standing where she saw Eric come out of Michala's quarters. Michala's quarters that were just ahead.
Without realizing it, Anika was moving forward. She was in front of the door. She wasn't sure why she was about to press the chime, other than that she wanted to talk to someone. She couldn't talk to anyone else. She didn't really know anyone else. Except for Rose. And, Rose had enough relationship problems, Anika didn't want to burden her friend with even more. Her meeting with Anika eight weeks ago had been awkward. But, she liked the woman Eric decided to cheat with. At least he had a fairly decent choice of people. Though, she'd have to include herself in that list, and at the moment, she really couldn't.
She tapped the chime. Might as well just do it, she thought.
Michala was packing to leave. She was visiting Deiran and the kids for a week. She opened the door and paled when she saw Anika. Eric must have told her. She took a step back. "Come in." She invited softly.
"Thanks," Anika said with a smile. "I'm sorry for just stopping by like this, but I was wandering the ship and I was near your cabin. I thought I'd stop by. I don't have many friends on the ship, and I needed someone to talk to."
"Are you sure I am a wise choice?" She said, a little confused.
Anika shrugged. "Why not," she said. "I mean we hardly got much of a chance to talk to each other last time. Like I said, you are one of the few people I know. I hope it's not a problem. Me coming here."
"I would think you hated me?" She said in almost a whisper.
"Hate you," Anika asked with a frown. "Why would I ever hate you? I don't hate you. You're an attractive woman, so I can understand why Eric would choose to sleep with you. And, there's the other connection. It's not your fault. He's the one that was involved with me. He should have thought twice before sleeping with you. I don't blame you. I definitely don't hate you. I think you're one of the nicest people on the ship."
"Wow, that is a really mature attitude to take. I thought sure since I was pregnant, you would hate me." She sat down with a sigh of relief.
At first Anika wondered why she should hate Michala because she was pregnant, but then it hit her. It's because Eric was the father. Michala was pregnant with Eric's baby. "Oh," she said, the surprise clear. "I didn't know that."
"What? Then.. I mean.. I thought." Michala sank where she was in put her head in her hands. "Oh Gods, I am so sorry."
Anika took a deep breath. "Don't be," she said, forcing a smile. "I mean, I think finding out like this is better than finding out from Eric. I think if Eric told me that, they'd probably...well, they can't demote me any more. They'd probably just kick me out. I think if Eric told me you were pregnant, I'd do something really stupid. What's funny is I don't really even know how I feel about him. I mean, I feel like I've been used. I don't know." She looked up at Michala. "Are you happy?" she asked, indicating Michala's belly.
"I am supposed to be marrying Deiran Casey. I - I don't know. I don't think happy is in the vocabulary at the moment. And to be honest, I feel a little used as well. I mean, Eric told me he didn't drink? But you said that is how you two ended up in bed as well?" Michala was still learning for herself about relationships. Her previous memories were conflicting depending on which of her donor memories she accessed.
"The first time I met him, we drank a whole bottle of scotch together," she said. "We didn't sleep together that time, but it wasn't long. And, we were both pretty blitzed when it happened. He's the only man I've ever been with. I've been trying to tell myself they're not all like that. Have you ever found yourself wishing someone out of a relationship? I know it's wrong. I know it's not nice, probably even mean. But, I really wish Bruce wasn't married. That's probably not nice to say, especially with Shinta having a baby. But, he's such a nice guy. And, he has a really neat tattoo."
Michala looked up somewhat stunned. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish that." She admitted, then blushed. "I - I meant about wishing myself out of a relationship."
Anika frowned. "If you don't want to be in the relationship," she said, "you shouldn't be. I mean, if you're not happy, is it really worth it? Life's too short to waste wishing yourself out of a relationship you don't want to be in. Well, unless you're a Vulcan where you live for two hundred years. But, then it's illogical to stay in a relationship like that. Not that I really know what Vulcan relationships are like or anything. I'm sorry. I'm rambling."
"I understand. I shocked you." Michala said frowning. What where they talking about anyways.
Anika tried to smile. "It was a shock, but I can't say I'm surprised. If it's not one thing with Eric and me, it's something else. I don't know. Maybe it's a sign. Eric got me involved in modelling for some of the Federation fashion periodicals. I enjoy it, but I'm not really sure it's what I want. It reminds me so much of how he used me. How can one man drive someone so crazy?"
"I don't know." She admitted. "I wish I could help. I don't want a relationship with Eric. I don't want you to think that I am using this to take him from you?" She asked with concern.
Anika shook her head vigorously. "Oh no," she said quickly. "I wasn't thinking that at all. I mean, if that were the case, it'd make this so much easier. And, if you were, I'd have to ask you why? I mean, on one hand he's a nice guy, but on the other... I don't know. I don't feel like I can trust him anymore. I don't know if I ever could. I got some holo-images of Ursid if you want to see them sometime. They're beautiful. There was an overlook there. The view was wonderful." She looked up at Michala and gave her a weak smile. "I like you. I mean, it's probably strange. But, I like you and I want to be your friend. And, I don't want Eric Odin to get in the way of that."
"That is odd, Anika." Michala laughed. "I have to go, I am headed to see Deiran. Maybe we can have lunch when I get back." She stood. She really had to go.
Anika nodded. "Sure," she said. "I'll see you when you get back."
"At the Altar"
Lt. Michala Lynn
Captain Deiarn Casey, APC written by Rob Schwarz
Michala saw the Constitution and was astounded at its beauty. the streak lines, the powerful curves, now wonder Dee loved this ship. "This is USS Davarian, requesting clearance to land Constitution?" Michala asked. The ship's Chief Ops officer replied, "Davarian you are cleared to land, shuttle bay 2, get within 200 meters and we'll take you in manually." Michala was a great pilot and so she maneuvered the shuttle perfectly to its landing position. When the shuttle was 200 meters out, the Constitution used its landing tractor beam to gently guide the shuttle into its shuttle bay. A textbook landing.
Deiran watched the entire descent. He expected nothing less of her actually. He had all the kids with him in the shuttle bay. Lara was hugging her father's leg, and he was carrying Alex and Jade. Deiran was smiling about as big as he ever had. He had missed Michala so desperately. He wasn't sure how this would go, but he was glad she was here. the shuttle door slowly opened in he back and it seemed like an eternity as they waited for her to exit the shuttle.
Michala came out and a smile lit her face. She got within about six feet and then went down on one knee and opened her arms to Lara. "Hi baby, I missed you." She said softly.
Deiran smiled and released the kids so they could all run to her. They ran so fast they almost tackled her, screams of joy filled the shuttle bay. Deiran watched with pride. his family was together again.
Michala giggled as she fell to the ground in a mass of arms and kisses. "I missed you too." She said kissing each one repeatedly in turn. Finally, she looked up at Deiran. "Help?"
"Looks like you're doing fine on your own there, gorgeous," he said to her laughing. He wasn't going to help her, the more the kids showered her with affection the better chance he had in keeping her,
She managed to struggle to her feet. "Well, then you can get the luggage you cad." She teased. She scooped up the twins. "Oh my, they are getting too heavy."
Deiran motioned for a petty officer to get her luggage and turned to Michala, "Yep, they are heavy for being 18 months you know. I am feeding them quite well," he smiled. He picked up Lara and they started for the exit. "how was the trip?" he asked her, smiling.
"Uneventful. It felt good to fly again. I haven't had much time lately." She said following him. "I didn't think it would take so long though." She said softly.
"I am so glad to see you Kayla," he was absolutely ecstatic to see her and it showed din his eyes. He stopped, waited for her to catch up and planted a soft kiss her lips. "I've missed you, we've all missed you," he said, the kids joined in with screams of joy and giggles. Happy to have their Mom back with them.
Michala was soon established in his quarters. They spent a warm and wondrous evening together. Miraculously, Deiran was not called away. Michala made a point of being open, friendly and caring. Finally they had the children put to bed. It had taken much longer because of the excitement of mommy being home. But finally they settled down and Michala wearily joined Deiran on the couch.
He slid closer to her, smiling at her, making eye contact, "the kids haven't been that happy since the last time they saw you. They love you so much Kayla," he told her tenderly.
"I know. I missed them dreadfully. I am sorry we fought last time we talked." She said with concern. She had so much to tell him. But part of her didn't want to say anything. Maybe she should wait till before she left.
"I'm sorry too Michala, please understand I just love you, miss you and want you here with me," he replied. placing his hand on her knee and the other on her shoulder, he was gazing into her eyes with admiration as he spoke.
"I am sorry about the transfer. I never dreamed it would get denied," she said softly, wondering if he knew why yet?
"I am not sure why it was denied. I asked Dad and he said it was a clerical error and that he was sorry. he'd do all he could next time you filed for the transfer. Apparently it had something to do with your status. If you were still using my last name, you'd be here permanently now, not just visiting," he sighed at the thought. "I'm not naming a permanent CMO until it can be you Michala, screw HQ," he told her, that Casey defiance showing forth like a beacon in the night.
She cursed and moved away. The son of a bitch lied to his own son. She wanted to tell him and yet she didn't. She didn't believe in hiding things from someone she was supposed to be in a relationship with. She stared out the window. "Did he happen to mention that he was the one that told me it was denied?" She ventured.
"No!" he said, clearly upset. "Son of a ..." he said outloud and wasn't sure what to think of it. Deiran wasn't sure why he'd do that, what did his father have to do with this and if he was involved why would he care?
"Well, he did." She said simply. She had so much to tell him but decided then that she would wait until the night before she left. She couldn't ruin this visit for him and the kids.
"I'll bring that up next time I talk to him. It might do you some good to put your last name as Casey in the next transfer and send it to my mother. You are a doctor and technically she does oversee the medical officers. That's the best course of action next time you file OK?" he asked her, he wanted to kiss her again. He'd miss kissing her, he'd missed being in the same room with her. It was hell being without her. "You know I'm not too sure I can last without you here by my side Kayla," Deiran told her honestly.
"Okay." She said, she forced a smile on her face and turned to face him. "So what shall we do this week. Do you have to be on duty a lot? " She wanted a break from the real world.
"I'll have to serve Alpha shift several times while your here, but Connor said he'd take a few Alpha shifts for me so we could have whole days together. Let's just hope the ship doesn't have any emergencies," he laughed. Connor macBroud was Casey's XO. A tough, courageous man who was a bit older than Casey was but both men had mutual respect for the other and a similar personality. Which scared most of the crew? "I will be happy to do whatever you want Kayla, just as long as we're together every minute," he laughed.
Michala smiled. "Good, lets start by going to bed. I am tired and in need of being held." She said with a mischievous grin and then laughed at the look on his face.
He looked at her and had his tunic off before he even stood up from the couch. Oh it was good to have her home.
Michala laughed. "Aren't you going to at least show me where your bed is?" She teased.
Oh," he looked at her a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry Michala," he smiled at her and she could see him turn red. he took her hand and pulled her to her feet and then swept her of her feet and carried her to their bed. Being Captain had its advantages because his bed was bigger than the normal standard double. He turned so she could see the bed, "here's the bed!" he winked at her and planted a longing, breathless kiss on her lips. He didn't stop kissing her, couldn't stop kissing her. It had been too long, way too long since they'd been together romantically.
So began there whirlwind week. They picnicked, played with the kids, swam and caught as many moments alone as they could manage. Michala was warm and giving holding nothing back. Finally, on the last evening, they laid cuddled on the couch. "I have to go tomorrow. I have really enjoyed this week." She said regretfully.
"I have too babe, I don't want you to go. You know I may be able to bribe Price into letting go of you?" he smiled that Casey smile, cunning and completely mischievous. "or just reassign you as a Captain's order, how about that?" he teased, but in his heart he wasn't really teasing. "it's been so wonderful being with you again Kayla," he said, his strong arms wrapping around her, her back laying against his chest and he kissed her neck whenever he could. "This ship needs you," he told her.
She fell silent. She had to tell him. She didn't know how. She didn't answer him as her mind sought for words.
"I take it Michala, that this week means we're officially together again?" he wondered. He wanted her to be his wife so desperately.
"I - We " She couldn't talk. She got off the couch. "I have to tell you something." She almost whispered.
He wanted her to answer the question, but he didn't press the issue. She looked like she had something important on her mind and he would listen, "Okay babe, I'm here. All ears," he smiled lovingly at her and waited for her to speak.
"I am pregnant." She said, not looking at him. She waited for the explosion she knew was coming.
Deiran was too stunned to scream. Too hurt to do anything more than sit there with his mouth open. "Who?" he asked, the only thing he was able to get out. As he sat there a myriad of questions began to surface on his tongue but he held them for her answer.
"I can't tell you." She said softly. "We both know that you would retaliate, Deiran. But it is not what you are thinking. I didn't go out and have a mad fling." Her voice faltered. "I - I had never drank before and we were drinking. I didn't even want to have sex, I don't know what happened." She said tears forming in her eyes.
"Oh my God!" he yelled. He jumped up and went to her, enveloping her with his arms and body. "You were raped," he said. "It doesn't sound consensual," he whispered to her. "Get rid of the fetus Michala, don't have the baby," he told her.
She paled and stepped back. "It wasn't rape. I wasn't forced to have sex, Deiran. It was.. an accident, well sort of. I don't know." She ran a hand through her hair.
"Kayla," he said, walking to her and taking her hand. "You know I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you honey, please don't have this baby? if you want a child I will be honored to be have another baby with you. But, this child should not ..." he stopped unable to say what he was thinking and feeling inside. If he ever found out who did this to her, the man was dead. He would kill him with his own bare hands. And no one would even miss the bastard. Deiran was doing an excellent job of hiding his anger and rage and was doing all he could to show Michala love and compassion. he would be understanding, tender, supportive. The Casey mind started to churn, someone would have hell to pay for this.
"I. I don't know. He wants me to keep it." She said
with a little fear. "I talked to him about it before I left. I have really mixed feelings. At first, I thought it was a mutual accident, but now I am not so sure."
"Doubt is enough reason for me to believe it was premeditated Michala. Get rid of it. Who cares what he thinks, he has no rights to you or to ask you keep a baby that should never have been conceived in the first place. I'll kill this man Michala, don't have this baby!" he said, his voice getting insistent. He was upset and his hands were shaking, it was all he could do to remain in control of his anger.
She stood in front of him. Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I don't know that I can." She whispered.
"You can Michala, that fetus should not even exist! You didn't want it in the first place! It's not of me, I love you want to marry you, but that's not my baby and I don't want it in this family, please do way with it. I will lovingly give you another child to take its place and we can get married like we planned babe, please?" he asked her, his heart and soul put into the words he spoke.
"Do away with it? Gods Deiran, it is a child?" Her face showed the horror his words had invoked.
"No, it's not, it's a mistake! It should have never have been conceived in the first place! I love you with all my heart. I have had to deal with you being away from me Kayla, then that damned counselor filling your mind with absolute crap and being responsible for tearing me away from you. And now this? NO Michala! Please do not have this baby, I beg of you. Take it and put into another woman if you want to. Transplant it into someone who's willing to have it. But, don't give birth to this child or raise it Kayla, please! I'll make it up to you," he replied, his thoughts flowing from his heart like water from a fountain.
Michala didn't know what to say or what to do. "I don't know." She said with defeat. She sat down where she was and wrapped her arms around her legs. "I don't know what to do." She looked up at him, truly crying now. "I didn't do this on purpose, Deiran. I don't know what happened. I didn't know that alcohol would do that. And then, his girlfriend told me that he had used alcohol with her to get her in bed with him the first time. But he told me he didn't drink often. I just don't know."
Deiran stood there and listened to her. "This bastard did this to his girlfriend too? That stupid little gigolo. I'm going to find out who this is Michala and when I do he is dead!" he was screaming now. It hurt him so badly. "No one does this to a Casey, no one! Stupid little prick! Whoever this is, he's a dead man, I vow that on my own grave!" he roared. "Find a woman willing to carry the baby to term Kayla, it's the best way to handle this," he told her, trying to calm down.
Michala knew now that she could never tell him who the father was. "I will consider it." She conceded.
He walked to her, embracing her tenderly, "I'm sorry for my angry outburst. Pleas understand it is just hurt, my hurt is there because I see the pain in your eyes and that destroys me Kayla," he told her in a soft whisper. He kissed her tenderly. "I love you Michala. I respect that you cannot kill this baby, buy it there are many women who are barren, give the baby to someone like that. let them carry it to term and forget this ever happened and put it behind us okay?" he suggested, still whispering, his voice loving and supportive. It was the wisest thing to do.
She buried her head on his shoulder. She knew she couldn't kill it. But maybe, maybe his idea was a good one. "I am sorry." She burst into sobs and cried within his arms.
"I love you too darling," he put his hand in one of his pant pockets and pulled out a small case. Michala did not see it in his hand. he knelt to one knee, took her hand in his, "Michala Lynn, I love you more than life itself. You re the most precious person in my life. I cannot live without you, would you do me the great honor of marrying me? Become my bride?" he asked with all his heart and soul. He opened the small velvet jewel case and inside was a beautiful diamond ring.
She looked at him a little shocked. She had just told him she was pregnant with another man's child and yet he was still proposing. "Yes, yes I will." She said softly. She would not give his father more ammunition and she did want to be with her family.
Deiran lit up like the candar nebula. He jumped up to his feet, and enraptured her in his embrace and his kisses. he stopped long enough to take the ring out of the case and placed it on her finger. "No matter what happens in the future Michala Lynn, I will always love you," he told her, from the depths of his heart he cherished this woman with great love and passion.
She hugged him fiercely. "I feel so alone, Deiran. Promise you will always love me?"
"I not only promise it, I pledge my blood and my bones and organs and all that I am to our love. Nothing will ever change that Michala, nothing ever has. We may be apart for a little while but that will not dampen our love for one another, I won't let it," he kissed her passionately, fervor in every movement. She was the woman of his dreams and he could love no other.
"Then marry me now." She whispered. She was afraid to go back alone in the world.
"Now?" he asked, stunned. "Right this minute," he asked, excitement flowing through his entire body at the prospect of being joined to her right now, right here forever and ever. "yes, we just ahead to find someone who can do it!" he laughed, hugging her over and over.
"Is it possible? Is there someone who can marry us before I go back?" She asked hopefully.
"Well, there's always a holographic judge? That's legal. Not too romantic but at least we'd be married. You're a doctor you can take our blood tests and I can have the wedding license filed by the time you leave tomorrow, he started laughing, just in awe of how wonderful his life had just become.
"Okay." She said simply. Smiling for the first time since she had told him.
The only thing that marred her happiness was knowing she would have to give up her child to do this.
"Thank you Michala," he whispered to her as he kissed her repeatedly.
"Your welcome." She said. "So shall we?" She whispered.
"I have never wanted to do something so much in my entire life," he laughed, taking her hand and together they left their quarters. As they walked down the corridor he turned to her. "I know the baby situation is difficult for you Michala. But how about we have our own child?" he smiled at her.
"I would like that." She said simply. She didn't want to go there right now.
They took the lift to the holodeck floor and entered holodeck one. "Computer, give us a beautiful sunny day on a spring meadow from earth. Say a canyon in Ireland. Register this marriage with the UFP office of records, blood tests to be filed later," he said.
Michala put a hand on Deiran's arm. "Wait. I have a question. It might affect your decision to do this?" She said softly. "Actually, I have two?"
"Okay Kayla, what is it?" he smiled at her, placing his hands on her arms and facing her, he made eye contact with her and waited for the questions.
"First, what if .. My unique physiology will not allow a transfer of this fetus? What if my only choice is to have it?" She said with concern.
"That is not your only choice Michala, regardless of your physiology," he smiled at her. "if you decided to carry this baby to term, I would still marry you, but I'd like you to put the baby up for adoption," he smiled at her again, speaking softly and tenderly to her.
He could tell that this did not sit well with her. "And if I can't?" She asked softly.
"Then you're telling me by your actions that you have feelings for this man who you were with and don't want me or our kids anymore. This is not right Michala. It's perfectly feasible to give this fetus to a woman who wants it. Why keep a baby you did not plan on having? This man, whoever he is premeditated all of this, its really no different from rape! please don't do this Michala, please?" he begged and pleaded with her.
"But it is my baby too?" She said, pain echoing her words. "You are asking me to throw away my child?"
"It's not your child Michala! Why do you feel a closeness to a fetus that should not have been conceived in he first place? You are not married to this man, you are not in love with this man, he basically seduced you, got you drunk and you want to keep a baby that was conceived in such manner? if it was an accident with you and I we hadn't planned it, then I could understand. If it were not mine but conceived in love I would still accept it, but there's no reason to keep it. I don't want to lose you Michala, please? Transfer the fetus to a woman who's willing to raise it as her own," he begged her again.
"Are you saying that if I don't.. Then we are through?" She asked slowly.
"No, I'm not saying that Michala. But, you would hurt me very much," he stopped, gazing into her eyes. "Why is this fetus so important to you? What is your connection to it?" he asked honestly, truly wanting to know.
"Gods, Deiran, I am its mother?" She backed away looking at him in astonishment. "How can you even ask that?""
He sighed. The fact this had happened to her hurt him very much. but, did he really want to lose her because the baby she was pregnant with was not his? It would hurt him considerably and it embarrassed him if people found out it was not his. He realized that she was close to this baby. "Michala, if you want to keep the baby, list me as the father? Then you can keep the baby and I'll raise the child as my own," he suggested.
"I - I need to think about this. I am sorry." She backed away from him.
"Why Michala? If the baby is that important to you, we can marry and I will raise the baby as my own. What is wrong with that? What is there to think about? You keep the child and we're together," he smiled.
"I - I can see on your face that you hate this. That you will hate it. It will be one more reason for your father to deny another transfer." She blurted out more then she intended.
"I do not hate the baby! I hate the man who did this to you, I will admit that fully. but, the baby is a part of you, I can see that now and will not deny you anything in this matter. It is a part of you and therefore deserves my love," he meant the words. He wasn't about to let this baby keep him away from Michala, he needed her, he loved her too much. he underestimated her maternal instinct at first, but now he was changing his mind.
"I need to talk to him. I - we can marry when I next get leave." She said as a conciliatory effort.
She broke his heart right then and there. And if he ever found out who did this to her, he was a dead man. But, all that Deiran cared about was being able to love her and having her in his life. "I suspected my father turned down the request, and I know why the bastard did it too," he replied. "And I will marry you whenever we can get the chance. I love you Michala, and nothing will change that," he promised her
"I am sorry." She said with a whisper.
"Not as sorry as I am," he replied in a whisper. His love for her was too strong to let anything stand in the way of it. No matter what he would love her.
Michala let him lead her back to his quarters. She spent the last night of her leave huddled in his arms, not knowing what to say. She wore his ring though and had every intention of marrying him. She left the next day to return to the Galaxy. It was a painful good-bye for she didn't know when she would see them all again. She kissed the children and then turned to Deiran. "I had a great week. Well, at least until last night but I .." She didn't know what to say.
"Michala, I love you. I don't want anything, no matter what it is, to interfere with us being together. I'll abide by whatever you decide okay? All I want you to do is love me and be my wife," he smiled and kissed her passionately.
"I know! Call me soon? You have more time allowances then I." She said with a sad smile.
"I will call you as many times as I get the chance, darling. I promise. I'm also going to knock some sense into my father, stupid bastard," he said to her, still holding her in his arms. "Take care of yourself, we'll be together again soon," he kissed her again, embracing her close.
Michala hugged him tightly and left before she broke down. She knew he was watching her departure. She headed her shuttle for home. Or was it?
"Stone of Tears"
Spec-script storyline idea for the USS Galaxy e-mail sim
by Ed Doolittle
"Stone of Tears"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price
Captain Price was sitting in Ten Forward with several other crew members from various departments, though mostly from Security. They were having a celebration of sorts, in honor of Lieutenant Elaithin Jii, whom had just returned to the ship after a year long absence to Starfleet advanced tactical training. The members were sharing drinks, and stories of what had happened on board the ship during that time.
"So right up to the end we weren't sure if we would be able to stop it or not." Captain Price explained lifting his mug.
"Wow, that sounds like the typical Galaxy dilemma. " Elaithin nodded.
"So tell us 'mate, how was your training at advanced tactical?" The Captain asked.
Elaithin swallowed from his drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before answering the Captain's query. "It was quite interesting Captain. I went in there thinking I knew quite a few tricks already, but I'll tell you, it wasn't long before I realized I had a lot more to learn."
Sitting next to Elaithin, Lieutenant Zonhieb hissed, "Tell me Lieutenant, what sort of 'tricks' did they teach you there?"
Elaithin looked at the Gorn security officer, whom he hadn't gotten a chance to really meet or know that well, having been away at training the last year. It was still difficult getting used to working with such a strange, species as the Gorn. "Various things. Techniques, strategies. Weaknesses in different systems that can be exploited or fortified against. It's not easy, but I highly recommend the training to anyone who is up to the challenge."
Captain Price was about to ask a question, when his comm badge chirped. A frown formed on the General's face. He enjoyed spending time with his 'mates in the ship's tucker, blowing the froth off some cold ones. Tapping his badge, Lee called out. "Price here. Go ahead 'mate."
It was the voice of Commander Thomas from the Bridge. ["Sorry for disturbing you Captain. There is an incoming message from Starfleet Command. It's scrambled code 1 emergency sir. Labeled for your eyes only."] Chris explained.
Captain Price quickly looked around the table at the faces of the crew members he was visiting with to welcome Lieutenant Elaithin back on board the ship. "I understand Commander. I'm heading for my ready room now. Prepare to pipe the transmission in there."
["Very good sir. Bridge out."] Commander Thomas closed.
The General began to get up, placing his drink down on the table. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen. Please carry on without me 'mates."
The Captain walked out of Ten Forward. When he did the officers present speculated what this priority one transmission was all about. One thing was certain, it was probably going to involve new orders for the ship.
***
Captain Price entered the bridge with a serious expression on his face. He was greeted by Commander Thomas, whom swiveled in the command chair to address the Captain. "I've sent the transmission into your office sir. You can activate it when you are ready."
"Thank you Commander. Let's find out what this is all about." Lee stated, entering his ready room.
Moving to the desk, Lee sat down, adjusting the display monitor to face him.
"Computer, activate code one emergency transmission." The Captain ordered.
["Authorization required."]
"Computer recognize Price, Robert Edward Lee. Captain. Commanding officer, USS Galaxy."
The computer chirped. ["Recognized Captain Price. Voice authorization accepted. Beginning transmission."]
Lee glanced at the blank view screen which soon lit up. The Federation logo, indicating it was a coded priority 1 transmission, soon appeared and then was replaced by the image of Admiral Thomas Casey of Starfleet Command.
"G'day Admiral. What can I do for you today sir?" Lee asked. He had hoped that this was official Starfleet business, and that everything was all right with Captain Deiran Casey and his first command.
Admiral Thomas Casey smiled warmly as he always did. ["Captain Price. It's good to see you. Congratulations on your success in the Ursid system. It's the talk of Starfleet Command at the moment."]
Lee nodded humbly. "Thank you Admiral. We were lucky in finding a way to save the planet from the approaching meteorite sir. I'm just glad it all worked out as it did."
["You are too humble Lee. You need to learn to accept the curtain calls and take credit where credit is due. A lesser ship with a less capable crew and commander to guide them would have failed. No. It was a job well done sir!"]
Lee wasn't oblivious to the Admiral's charm. In many ways, Thomas Casey was quite the politician. In his career in Starfleet the Captain had certainly been involved in larger missions with greater impact to the Federation then saving Ursid from mass destruction. It only made Price wonder why the Admiral was buttering him up so.
"Well, thank you Admiral. But I am sure you didn't hail me on a code one emergency just to pass on your congratulations sir."
Thomas shook his head. ["No Lee, I didn't. I have a very important mission for you and your crew. Starfleet has hand picked the Galaxy for this one. It is of the utmost importance for the Federation that you succeed."]
"Well Admiral, we will do our best. What exactly is the assignment sir?" Lee asked.
Admiral Thomas reached across the screen, apparently to activate a transmission. The display on the Captain's terminal changed, displaying the mission briefing while the Admiral's voice could still be heard over the channel.
["I'm sending you the mission briefing now Lee. What you should be seeing is the Starfleet Security Records on Decilia VII, and that planet's matriarch, Madame Kiye."]
Captain Price's eyes quickly scanned a few lines of the summary data on his terminal. While his eyes darted across the information he asked, "Decilia VII?, isn't that located in the Gamma Quadrant just on the other side of the Bajoran wormhole Admiral?"
["That is correct Lee. Decilia VII lies forty light-years inside the Gamma quadrant. Its location could prove to be of significant strategic importance. The government of that planet is a Matriarchal Theocracy, and they are reputed to be a pacifistic culture.
For some time now, Decilia VII has maintained a peace treaty with the Cardassian forces. Intelligence reports indicate that the planet's prophetess/ruler, Madame Kiye, is a superb negotiator. She is credited with establishing a beneficial arrangement for her planet with the Cardassian leadership. More importantly, she has exerted her influence with the Cardassians to secure better arrangements for several other worlds in her neighborhood of space, giving her world great influence over her neighbors.
Madame Kiye is ill, and may die in the relatively near future. With her lifespan uncertain and the post Dominion war having changed the face of Cardassian politics, she apparently is seeking a better deal with the Federation, in hopes that after her demise the Federation will treat her home better than the Cardassians would. She reportedly understands that such a deal could result in a large battle over her sector of space.
Starfleet Command believes it is a matter of extreme strategic importance to strike a deal with the prophetess. The Federation leadership has authorized a mission to retrieve the prophetess and take her in secret to Bajor for talks with senior Federation negotiators. The talks are expected to last a week, after which time the Galaxy will return her secretly to Decilia VII."] Admiral Thomas Casey explained over the secure channel.
Captain Price was reviewing the information while the Admiral went over it with his own, Casey spin. "Why the Galaxy Admiral? Certainly there are starships closer that could do this? The Defiant for example..."
The technical briefing text disappeared and the Admiral's image reappeared on the view screen. His expression seemed serious, even stern as he spoke. ["Yes there are other ships that could do this mission Captain, but Starfleet feels that the Galaxy is the one ship that has the best chance of succeeding. I know it sounds like a milk run of an assignment Lee, but you need to remember that things are still turbulent in the Gamma quadrant. The Dominion has pretty much kept to itself since the war ended and the Cardassians betrayed them at Cardassia Prime. They are likely rebuilding now, as are the Cardassians. Either of those governments would not react very well to learning that the Federation is trying to negotiate for a treaty with Decilia to give us a foothold in the Gamma quadrant. Effectively we would then control both ends of the Bajoran wormhole and have a base of operations in the Gamma quadrant upon which to watch our neighbors. The Galaxy, out of all the ships in the fleet has been determined to be the one ship that the Cardassians may hesitate to fire upon. Your relief mission to Cardassia Prime at the end of the war went a long way towards establishing your ship as a neutral vessel in all of this. Other ships in the fleet would not likely be viewed with such respect."]
"I see Admiral. Well you can count on us to do our best to deliver the Prophetess to Bajor and back safely." Captain Price agreed.
["I knew I could count on you Lee. The rest of the details about the mission have already been transmitted to your terminal Captain."] Admiral Casey stated. Then after a pause, he added, ["Of course this is a secret mission. So you will need to maintain radio silence while in the Gamma quadrant especially. No need provoking a fight if it can be avoided."]
"I fully agree Admiral. Fair dinkum then. I have the details of the mission sir. Unless there is anything else?" Captain Price asked.
["Just my regards, Captain, and wishes for another successful mission to add to your distinguished career."] Thomas smiled widely.
~ Always the politician ~ Lee thought as he returned the smile. "Thank you 'mate."
["Good luck Lee. Starfleet Command out."] Admiral Thomas Casey closed as he ended the transmission.
****
"Good luck Lee. Starfleet Command out." Tom stated with his practiced authoritative tone that he'd honed with years of service to Starfleet Command. When the image of the distant Captain Robert Edward Lee Price was replaced with the Federation Starfleet logo, Thomas swiveled in his high backed, black leather chair and drummed his fingers on the armrest. "That should keep that conniving bitch busy for a while and away from my son..." the Admiral hissed under his breath. He then got out of the seat, taking his cup of coffee and headed out of the Starfleet Command conference room.
****
Captain Price read through the full mission brief the Admiral has uploaded to the Galaxy. The assignment seemed to be straight forward enough. The Galaxy would head for the Bajoran wormhole near DS9, transverse the passageway to the Gamma quadrant, and then make it's way towards Decilia VII. Having received the timetable of Cardassian patrols in the area, it should be possible for the Galaxy to slip through undetected if the schedules provided by Madame Kiye are accurate. Once the Galaxy has arrived near Decilia, a coded message is to be sent to the orbiting Cardassian space station. A sympathetic operative there will disable sensors, allowing the Galaxy to get to the opposite side of Decilia and beam the Prophetess to the ship, then leave the system.
A similar arrangement will allow the safe return of the Prophetess.
So the only difficult, or dangerous part of the mission should be in avoiding detection by the Cardassians, and sending an away team to retrieve the Prophetess. Since the mission was classified secret, and Starfleet wants to keep the Cardassian government from learning the true intent of the mission, Captain Price decided that the away team members would need to disguise themselves as Decilians, in order to draw less attention to their mission and blend in with the population of the planet.
Otherwise, the mission and it's objectives seemed pretty straight forward. Lee was even looking forward to spending some time on Bajor while the week long negotiations took place before they had to return Madame Kiye to her homeworld.
Exiting his ready room, Captain Price reentered the bridge after about twenty minutes.
"What is the word Captain?" Chris called out from the command chair.
"We've received new orders 'mate. It's time to go back to work."
Chris stood from the command chair and relinquished it to The Captain, while moving to the First Officer's station.
As Lee sat down, he called out to the helm. "Lieutenant set course for the Bajoran wormwole."
Bruce glanced down at his console and tapped in the proper coordinates. "The Bajoran wormhole. Yes sir."
"Warp factor five mister Maxwell. Whenever you are ready." Captain Price ordered.
"Course plotted and laid in sir. Engaging at warp factor five Captain." Bruce called back.
The mighty Galaxy veered off it's present course and came to the new heading. The warp engines revved up and soon a warp field formed around the ship, stretching it to faster than light speeds with a mighty light burst and a clasp of thunder.
"What is our ETA to the wormhole Lieutenant?" Commander Thomas asked.
"At present speed, we should reach the wormhole in six hours Commander." Maxwell responded.
Captain Price gave a nod. "That should give us some time."
"What have you got for me Captain?" Chris asked.
"We need to assemble a small away team to escort a dignitary back to the ship. We will need to replicate native clothing and likely will need to enlist the talents of Doctor Maas in medical to disguise the away teams appearance to appear as Decilians." Captain Price explained.
"We are heading to the Decilia system in the Gamma quadrant then sir?" Chris asked.
"Aye Commander. Once we enter the wormhole, we need to maintain radio silence. Our mission is to retrieve a dignitary from Decilia VII and return her to Bajor to attend some treaty negotiations with the Federation." Captain Price explained.
"I understand sir. I will get to work assembling a small team. Can I assume this dignitary knows we are coming for her sir?" Commander Thomas asked.
Lee smiled, "Aye Commander. No grab and run missions this time around."
"Very good sir. It just makes a difference on whom I select is all. If you'll excuse me, I'll see to selecting the officers for the mission and getting their disguises taken care of Captain." Chris stated, standing from his station.
"Carry on 'mate. Six hours to the wormhole, then another couple once we are through. That gives roughly eight hours or so I estimate."
"That should be plenty of time sir. Unless these Decilians are very different then ourselves." Chris commented.
Lee reached out and handed a padd to Commander Thomas.
Chris took it and activated the display, viewing what a Decilian's appearance was like. The Commander winced when he realized that the Decilians must be a cousin race to the Cardassians. "I see the Doctor will have his work cut out for him sir. I'll get right on assembling a team."
"Fair dinkum 'mate. Keep me updated on your progress."
Captain Price watched as Commander Thomas exited the bridge, carrying the padd with the mission briefing on it.
"The Prodigal Son Returns"
by Lieutenant Elaithin Jii, Security, USS Galaxy
Something like anticipation, mixed with a heavy dose of excitement registered in the heart of one Lieutenant Elaithin Jii as the U.S.S. Galaxy pulled into port at Starbase Sierra. Also, another feeling that Elaithin couldn't quite place.
He figured it out pretty quick.
Somwhere along the way, the Galaxy had become his home, not just a duty assignment. It's crew was his family. Not like I have anyone else, he thought morbidly.
His mother, the only family he had left, had died last year in a random traffic accident. It had occured shortly after he'd left the Galaxy. Of the friends he'd kept in contact with, only T'Zaq knew about what had happened to his mother. He hadn't seen her in awhile. The thought of seeing his Vulcan friend again made him smile. I wonder who all is still in security, he thought. Seth, undoubtedly. I'd heard there was a new Chief of Security too. I wonder if I'll get along with him as well as the last one.
As he passed through the docking tunnel, Elaithin felt very satisfied once he set foot aboard the Galaxy. Hello, girl, how have you been? He thought.
Well now, who to see?
Shortly after the Captain departed, Lt. Elaithin felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was....well...shocked to say the least.
Mike grinned, "Jii, I thought I recognized the name in my returning officer exam update list."
"I'll be a son of a pah wraith." he swore, standing to greet the newcomer. "Lieutenant Mike O'Grady, what the hell are you doing aboard the Galaxy?!"
"Transferred here a couple a missions ago, me, my wife and our daughter. Time to get off a Nova class and somewhere where a child can get a good education."
"Wife?" Jii asked incredulously
"Yea, you remeber Rayna Lamar, last time we got together we were dating. We got married a while back."
"What happened to the drunken womaizer I remember from the Academy? Hmmn. Come to think of it, a lot of those particular events are a blur." Elaithin finished.
"Rayna Lamar. I'll be damned. Didn't the two of you break up at the Academy?"
"No I sort of flirted a bit with her, we were never really dating, I met her again on our last posting we got to talking and next thing you know, bam. We're married and I've adopted a 6 year old."
"Well,." Elaithin said. "It's damn good to see you. I never thought that anyone would trust you with a kid, though."
Mike laughed, "well my friend, after the academy waking up on the floor of some bar or getting my face slapped got boring, I realized that dating a new woman each week got dull, so I looked to settle down. Rayna was the one woman I regretted breaking up with, so we met again, and thankfully she didn't hold a grudge too badly and we've been happy ever sense."
"Makes sense. I came to a lot of the same conclusions. After the incident on Cardassia and three months in a Sickbay, my faith became much more of the center of my life. I stopped looking for the wrong things in women and started looking for the right ones."
"Yeah, and I've never been happier." The two old friends walked over to a table, "So, I heard about your injuries."
Jii's face grew solemn for a moment. "A Cardassian phaser to the gut is not a pleasant thing. If it wasn't for Tim OConnell, I'd never have made it off Cardassia alive.
"How you feeling now?" Mike still showed concern.
"Well, I just spent the last year on a station in orbit of Saturn receiving advanced tactical training. After the first few months, looking out your window at those rings gets really old, really fast." he answered, sipping his synthehol.
"Is that Counselour Dallas?" Elaithin asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, she got some surgery done I guess. I've seen her walkign around from time to time."
"Good for her then. I always admired her. Never got the chance to speak to her much though."
"You should pop in some time." He sipped his ale, "So you gonna be in tactical now?"
"No, I'm sticking with Security. Not all situations requiring tactics occur with a finger on a phaser button." Jii said.
"True, well Rayna will probably be your boss from time to time." He chuckled, teasing his old friend.
"And I've grown fond of the personal touch. When we save people, I get to be the one soing the saving, not in the action." He thought about what Mike had said about Rayna. "I doubt it. our promotion dates are pretty close. We;re more likely to be equals than anything else."
"Yeah, partners in crime." Mike chuckled, "I'll sleep better knowing yo're keeping hte ship safe."
Jii smiled, and then mock frowned. "Thanks for the compliment...I think."
First Officer's Log Stardate 50103.8
The Galaxy has departed Ursid and is enroute to Starbase Sierra for a break. We'll be taking on some new personnel and saying goodbye to others.
Among those leaving the Galaxy for various reasons which I don't plan to go into here, is Lt. Commander Ryak Sullax, former chief science officer and second officer of the Galaxy. Since he was the one who'd recommend the implementation of a position on the ship specifically identified for the second officer it was only appropriate that he'd continue to name the person to the position.
He'd made it one of the first request as first officer to the captain. Arguing his position that by naming a specific individual as the ship's second officer it created a clear chain of command. It also gave the captain two logical officers to call upon for leading away missions, assuming command of the ship, etc.
The other logical point was that it allowed the captain and first officer to groom a potential replacement for either one of them or even for a new assignment. It also presented the challenge of knowing someone really could be after your job for once.
This part of the job actually reminded him of his two previous assignments, liaison between the ship and Starfleet, during the Price incident and as head of Starfleet Intelligence.
He was a paper pusher once more!
Well not really, he did have a lot of reports to read and file as first officer, but nothing compared to his previous assignment before rejoining the Galaxy. When he was in that position he had three yeomens helping move the mounds of reports he had to review and read. Which still took up and incredible amount of time to accomplish.
He needed a list of the department heads before he proceeded with the process of finding and recommending to the captain the next second officer of the Galaxy. Which would be the second person to hold the position since he'd asked the captain to make it a official title.
"Computer please list all department chiefs and officers holding the rank of Lt. Commander or above." Commander Thomas said.
"Working," the computer said.
Now he needed the duty roster for bridge duty. "Computer please display on this padd the Command Duty roster for the bridge." Commander Thomas said. He wanted to see who was serving on the bridge and thus had bridge duty experience.
The first report to appear was the bridge duty report, because it was easy to pull up and display. This was fine as it gave him a chance to review things before getting the second list.
=BEGIN REPORT=
COMMAND DUTY:
Alpha - (09:00 - 15:30)
Beta - (15:00 - 21:30)
Gamma - (21:00 - 03:30) "midnight watch" lights dim at 23:00
Delta - (03:00 - 09:30) "sunrise watch" light brighten at 06:00
=END REPORT=
Chris looked down at his screen as he reviewed the list of department heads and those holding the rank of Lt. Commander or above on the ship. To each of them he started placing notes if required.
=BEGIN REPORT=
*Commander Jeral Maas - Chief Medical Officer
Note the following departments lacking an Assistant Chief to the department. Address matter with the department chief's.
Medical
I will need to speak with or send a memo to all department heads asking them to review their current department members and select or make a recommendation for an assistant to their department. I will likely send out a memo to them in short order.
I didn't know there were that many senior officer on the ship. Meeting with all of them is going to take some time. However in order to be fair I should do so, but there are a few I can disqualify from the running for the second officer's position at this time.
^ Lt. Bruce Maxwell - Lacks the rank of 'commander and time on ship at this point. Excellent officer otherwise and someday may make an excellent first or second officer.
^ Lt. Tim Richeson - Also lacks the rank of 'commander and the time on the ship. He also is an excellent officer and should continue to grow in his current position.
^ Lt. Commander Karvn Dallas - Ships chief counselor, holds the rank and experience on board the ship, but lacks bridge watch experience. I will still speak with her at some point about qualifying for bridge watch duty if she's interested.
^ Lt. Commander Kent Peterson - He's the leading candidate to become the ship's chief science officer, just pending the captain's approval of the matter. Without knowing much about him it's not fair to judge him, but for the matter of ship's second officer I must do just that.
^ Commander Jeral Maas - Ship's chief medical officer, holds the rank of commander. He's an excellent officer and certainly meets all the qualifications to hold the position. The only thing that holds him back is no bridge qualifications. If it wasn't for the need to do bridge watch Mr. Maas would be at the top of the list for the position. I will still speak with him and see if there's an interest for him to start pulling bridge duty. Which would mean getting qualified to do so, but I should ask.
The decision to disqualify these officer before even speaking with them shouldn't speak badly of them. They all are highly qualified and trained officer of the Galaxy, I am proud to work with all of them, but they lack the experience or sufficient rank.
To be honest I will speak with them about various things during this search process to make sure I am not skipping over someone, but those holding the rank of Lt. won't be considered at this time for their rank doesn't warrant such a position.
=END REPORT=
Now that he had his finally list he could begin speaking with these officers about the position, basically interviewing them one on one to get some answers he needed to know about them.
Chris decided that he first speak with those on his list that he'd already removed from consideration about other issues. It would also allow him to communicate with them about naming an assistant in their department.
It was time to begin a new report. This would allow him to just focus on those who'd not been mention in notes in the previous report. This would allow for separate reports and notes to follow.
Chris removed those on the list he'd already spoken with, namely those who he felt weren't ready at this time to be considered for the SO position on the ship. This would make his job easier as now he could see just who he had left to work with.
The report above he could work with just as well, but...
=BEGIN REPORT
Lt. Commander Savat - Chief Security Officer
Now with having removed those I've already spoken with I have a smaller more manageable list to work with here. There are 7 officers who I am plan to speak with and give consideration to about the SO position. I want to make sure that whoever I recommend to the captain is the best person for the job, regardless of other external issues.
Lt. Commander Savat - A typical Vulcan.
Lt. Commander Surok - A typical Vulcan.
Lt. Commander Michael Jamson - Don't know much about him.
Lt. Commander Jake Olson - Declined promotion to Chief Science officer, probably is not ready for command yet. He'll need some more training, confidence building, etc. And it maybe that he just doesn't want anything to do with being in charge.
Lt. Commander Ethan Suder - Don't know much about him.
Lt. Commander T'Zaq - Don't know much about him.
Lt. Commander Michael McDowell - Don't know much about him.
Please keep my these are pre-impressions about these officers abilities, not what I am sure to find out during my meetings with them. I hope that I am proven right on the good things and wrong on the bad things, if any.
=END REPORT=
He knew this was only the initial phase of putting together the final report.
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Mike had finished a long day at work. Having done more paperwork, then he could remember he walked in and wanted to lay down. First Nikki was climbing in to his lap.
Nikki blurted out, "Mommy got sick." Ensign Barlow walked out of Nikki's room and was startled, "Lt. O'Grady, I didn't hear you come in." She could see that he was a little startled himself.
Mike stood, "well I am a little surprised, where is Rayna?" Sick, maybe she just ate some bad chicken or something.
Lt. Barlow shrugged, "I don't know. She went to sickbay. She hasn't returned. All I know is that she asked me to take Nikki home and stay with her."
"Ok, I'm gonna head down there and see if she's ok." He hugged Nikki and told her to stay there then he left for sickbay.
The doctor ran her scans and smiled at Rayna, "You're perfectly healthy. You know what I am going to tell you, don't you."
Rayna nodded, "I thought I was but I wanted to make sure before I tell my husband." The doctor commented, "I told you before that there was a possibility of this happening. Since the high dosage made you so sick, we had to use a mild form. You also missed about three days of meds, didn't you?"
Rayna nodded, "With everything that went on, I forgot I guess."
The doctor continued, "Well, you been through this before so I don't need to tell you what to do. I'll see you in about four weeks." They continued to talk about health and nutrition.
Soon Mike showed up and was directed to where Rayna was seated. "Hey, you ok?"
The doctor got up, "I'll leave you two alone for a while to talk." Rayna waited for her to leave, "I will be. What are you doing here?"
"Well Nikki said you were sick, and I got a little worried." He smiled, "What can I say I'm a worrisome husband."
"I guess I can't keep anything from that child. I had been feeling sick all morning and when I almost passed out at work, I figured I'd better come here."
"You passed out again?" He raised an eyebrow.
She nodded, "I was pretty sure what it was. I just needed to have it confirmed."
He looked at her and asked, "What is it? Or should we have this discussion somewhere else?" A curious expression crossed his face.
She figured that the direct approach was the best way to break the news to him, "I'm pregnant. I know we haven't really discussed adding onto our little family and now it is a little late."
Mike looked at her with a neutral expression but then broke out to a big smile, "Well that's great news honey."
She didn't smile, "Yeah? Well I'm glad one of us is happy."
He sat next to her and put his arms around her, "What's wrong Rayn?" She sighed, "I was sick through the whole pregnancy with Nikki. I'm not looking forward to it at all."
"Well I could call my mom, see if she knows any way to help you. That and I can do some research to look for any way to help you feel better."
"The doctor has something but I have to come back tomorrow. Anyway, I'm ready to go."
He helped her stand up and they began to walk out of sickbay,. Once in the lift he hugged her.
"I wouldn't hug me too tight if I was you." The movement was making her feel worse.
He stepped back and took her hands in his, "well why don't you go lay down."
"I was planning to as soon as I got back. I had promised Nikki I'd help her with her homework though."
"Ok." Mike kissed her gently then tenderly, "This is great news though. A child, our child."
"I wasn't quite sure how you were going to react but I'm glad you're happy about it. I hope Nikki is just as happy with the news."
"Well, let's talk to her about it tonight. She may have questions."
They walked inside their quarters and Nikki greeted them with a sandwich, "Mindy let me get something to eat, want some?" Nikki waved it in Rayna's face. Rayna took one whiff of the sandwich and ran towards the bedroom and into the bathroom.
Mike made a mental note to work on someway to help her feel better. "I see you got hungry?" He grinned kneeling down to pick up Nikki.
She was confused, "Is mommy still sick?"
"Mommy's just not feeling well right now Nik." Kissing Nikki on the cheek he then dismissed the baby-sitter and took Nikki in to the kitchen for her to sit down and finish her meal.
Rayna walked out, looking very pale. She went to the replicator and got herself a ginger ale, "I think that I will sit on the couch until you finish eating."
Mike walked over to her and spoke gently, "how can I help you get better?"
"There is nothing you can do really." She closed her eyes, trying to shake off some of the queasiness.
He sat next to her and began to massage her shoulders and neck, trying to help her as best he could.
Nikki had finished her dinner and came over to the couch. Nikki mimicked her dad by messaging her feet, "Mommy, I hope you feel better."
Rayna smiled the best she could, "Thank you Nikki." She looked over at Mike then back at Nikki, "Nikki, how would you feel about a brother or a sister?" She shrugged, "I don't know."
"Would you like to be a big sister?" Mike asked her.
Nikki didn't seem to care either way, "I guess so." She still didn't get what was going on.
Mike looked at Rayna then seemed to say you better tell her honey."
"Mommy is going to have a baby." Nikki looked at her, "Oh."
Mike helped the young girl in to his lap and asked her, "What do you think about having a little brother or sister?"
She smiled, "That would be okay." She thought about it for a moment, "A brother. I want a brother."
"Well, it will depend on what the doctors say, they might say a brother they might say a sister." He tousled her hair and hugged her.
Nikki hugged her mom and left but not before she told her to feel better and that she loved her.
Mike smiled and kissed Rayna's forehead, "Well that went well. At least she didn't ask where the baby came from."
"We'll save that for another day." Another wave of nausea hit and was very noticeable, "I have a feeling whoever named this morning sickness was someone who had never been pregnant." She took a couple of deep breaths and a sip of her drink, "I hope the Doc can help. I can't perform my duties if I am constantly running off to puke my guts out."
Mike looked at her, "I'll get you something I promise, doctors may have something to abate it, but there are some old folk remedies that can help you."
She looked at him, "I don't care just as long this goes away."
He got up and got her an herbal tea, "here try this."
She looked at it and shrugged, "It can't be any worse than Nikki's sandwich."
"Well she liked it." Mike handed her one of the less harsh teas, "this one is chamomile and mint, should calm the stomach a bit."
"If you say so." She slowly drank it and it seemed to have helped a little, "This brings back memories of being pregnant with Nikki."
"The sickness?" he kissed her cheek and got her a second glass of tea, "Why don't we rest tonight... "
"Rest. If I remember the last time, I didn't get much of that. I literally made a bed by the commode and slept there for nine months. It wasn't pretty."
"Well if this tea doesn't work I'll keep looking, maybe even call a friend of mine, works on the USS Bismarck, does lots of herbal healing maybe he can suggest something that will help."
"Oh, I hope so. I'd rather sleep in my own bed." She yawned, "Speaking of bed, besides feeling still sick, I'm tired too. Another joy of being pregnant I guess."
He helped her stand up and doted on her as he helped her to bed. "What can I get you?"
"Nothing right now except maybe a nice back rub. Anything to get my mind off of it." She got ready for bed, "Maybe tell me about your day, something like that."
"Ask and ye shall receive." He began to massage her back as they sat there he told her about his day.
Location: Brig, USS Galaxy,
*Note: This story takes place before Raven has been promoted.
Despite the threat against his life, Leo Streely continued to babble on endlessly as Raven searched the brig office. He opened desk drawers and snapped open cubbords.
Nothing.
He looked under the chairs and in the empty cells. He even checked Seth's office looking for a leg bone.
Nothing.
He grabbed a potted cactus , one of the few spots of color in the spartan offices, that must have been placed there by someone on ALPHA shift. He hefted the plant in his hand trying to get a feel for it as Leo continued to rant on about his literary prowess.
No, The cactus just wouldn't do - he concluded moving over to the replicator and toggling it on.
=/\= "Computer, a hunk of wood. Heavy too."=/\=
The computer chirped an acknowlagement and seconds later a large wooden club materalized on the replicator's diaz. Raven picked it up and hefted its impressive weight. This will do just fine - he thought as he started out to the still chirping Streely.
"Want to give me a headache, let me return the favor." Raven muttered as he walked by his desk. The comm panel beeped. Leo's bludgening would have to wait. Flipping it on Raven said: " Brig. This is Darkstar."
=/\="Ensign, this is Captain Price. Would you please join me in my ready room, mate?" =/\=
"Aye , sir." Raven replied. He gave the club to another Security Ensign. who seemed a bit confused by the gift, and said:" I'll be back. If Streely wont shut up, feel free."
He then made his way through the halls of the Galaxy amd to the Captain's door nodding to two female officers exiting the Captains office - one of whom, the redhead, looked no bigger than Ravens forearm. The Captain apparently saw him before the door closed and motioned for him to come inside.
"Ensign. Good to finally meet you , mate. Bonzer job there on Ursid. Please, have a seat." he said to Raven who had chose to strike the famous "Security at Attention" stance that was seemingly taught to all officers.
The large indian squeezed himself into the nearest chair and did his damndest to look comfortable yet ready to leap into action should a squad of angry Cardassians spring out of the Captain's top drawer.
Price opened the drawer which turned out not to be a gateway to Cardassia Prime but a simple desk drawer, and pulled out a small box.
"Your reports and those of your away team were most impressive. You gave 'em hell down there and Starfleet feels that you have outgrown your current rank. Therefore, It is my pleasure to tell you that you have been promoted. Lieutennant (jg) Darkstar." Price said opening the box to reveal a rank pip. "Congrats mate."
"Thank you sir." Raven said, accepting the box. " Just doing my job, sir."
"And a fine one at that, mate. Now then , that said, Starfleet needs you for a new mission." he said crypticlly capturing the now Lieutennant's attention. It will be great to get away from Streely's incessant chatter.
Price continued.
"The Galaxy is apparently going to have a guest for the duration of the next mission. I need you to be personally in charge of his safety and to make sure that he doesn't go where he shouldn't."
"May I ask who the man is?" Raven said, eagerlly looking foreward to seeing who it could be. Ambassador Spock, Khaless himself, perhapse a esteemed diplomat and general from the inner circle of..
"Leo Streely." the Captain said and after seeing Raven visibly tense up, he added: "I cannot think of a worse time for a journalist to be onboard. "
"Permission to speak freely sir."
"Go ahead mate."
"Wit all due respect , I would rather volenteer to wash runabouts, clean the ships septic system or even be served as Lt. Zonhib's supper tonight than to spend one nanosecond in that weasles presence.....Sir."
"Duely noted Lieutennant. Im afraid the assignment still stands. Mr. Streely has some friends in Starfleet Command and pulled some strings to get himself on a rotation here on the Galaxy. Starfleet felt it would be good exposure for a journo to be on their most public ship. The Ursid affair has brought a lot of attention our way. Your actions have caught a lot of people's eye. Mr. Streely asked to be onboard for a while to get not only your story but to see how new officers get accustomed to the Galaxy. Starfleet knowing that journalists have covered the military for a long time, thought it would be great for public relations."
"If I may ask, why me sir?" Raven said, wondering if Dr. Maas would object to temporarily removing either his eardrums or Streely's tounge.
"Well mate, You were personally selected by me for a reason. Our next mission is a highly covert one. We are to escort a Prophetess from the Gamma Quadrent to Bajor for a conference. Given the volital nature of that territory and its inhabitants secrecy is paramount. If Streely must be on this ship he must be kept away from the Prophetess at all costs. In addition, he must not transmit from this ship. We are observing radio silence for the mission. He is not to know what is happening around him. Your the key to that. He seems fascinated with you. More than anyone else onboard. "The Hero of Ursid" he calls you." Price said reading Leo's request padd.
"Thats insane. All I did was move people." Raven said.
"I understand. mate. He still is fascinated by you though. We need someone he will pay attention to. He has to have his focus away from what is transpiring around him. Your the most viable candidate. We are fortunate that you inadvertantly gave us this opening to keep him occupied."
Raven was puzzled here. Price reading the look on the Lieutennant's face continued.
"Mr. Streely said you DID tell him you would be happy to show him around if he went through proper channels."
"Im going to kill him" Raven thought.
"You'll do just fine." Price said reassuringly. "Concider yourself the Galaxy's official Public Relations Ambassador."
"First im going to cripple him, then kill him, then cripple him again." Raven thought.
"I'll speak to Mr. Streely to make sure he knows his limits and not to interfear with your duties as a security officer in the brig. If your needed at any time for an away mission or even shipboard outside of your regular duties, Mr, Streely will be instructed to return to his guest quarters. I'll make sure he knows that your word is his law while he's aboard. Mr. Savat will also be briefed on what your role is during this mission. As head of Security he'll need to know."
"After I kill him i'm going to talk his head off his lifeless body, just to see how he likes it." Raven thought.
"No worries mate. We can do this. It will be just fine!" Price said reassuringly as he escorted Raven to the door.
"I'm going to kill him." Raven thought as he stomped out of the office and back to the Brig.
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(unauthorized responses/based on another log forthcoming.)
USS Galaxy
Now that he'd finished running through the list of unexperienced officer for the position of second officer. He could focus his attention on speaking with those officer he believed had the qualifications for second officer.
He looked at the time and realized that he'd better start scheduling these meetings for the following day as he'd already booked up to speak with the other five officers on his list plus it was already late in the day. Secondly it would give him a fresh clean mind to work with and not a cluttered one from this day.
Chris looked at his list and saw his first person was Lt. Commander Savat.
He wanted to speak with them about their department and get to know them better. Basically an indirect interview for the position in a sense. He would of course ask them the question at some point during the discussion about their department and the ship, if they felt they were ready to move forward with their career. He would be asking them to evaluate themselves as to where they wanted to go in life.
This of course wouldn't make or break them as he would have to compare each candidates results and some might even ask not to be considered at this time anyway. Which had happened before for the position of department head.
"Commander Thomas to Lt. Commander Savat."
'Maybe I should automate my voice and then just fill in the person's name.' Chris thought to himself after having tapped his combadge and hailed the security chief.
"Lt. Commander Savat here."
"'Commander could you please stop by my office tomorrow?"
"Yes sir." Savat said. "Say 15:00 hours, sir"
"15:00 hours is good for me 'commander." Commander Thomas said. He could step away from the bridge to speak with them. He would just leave the bridge in another senior officers hands while he was off site for a little bit. He would be of course on call and since they were en-route to Starbase Sierra there was little concern about problems.
"I will see you then, sir. Savat out." Savat responded.
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The doors to the Chief Engineers office opened and Ethan stepped out and looked around. Things were quiet. The Engineers appeared to be running diagnostics, that was about it. And so he strolled into Engineering and towards the main computer console. He turned around and rested back on the console and looked at the Ensign stood next to him.
"Things been like this since this morning?" he asked starting a conversation. Things had seemed really quiet in Engineering lately. And as much as Suder liked the fact that the team was working hard, it couldn't have been much of a fun atmosphere, so it had to change. Just because he wasn't feeling like his old self didn't mean that the others had to suffer.
"No complaints, nothing to fix, just need to run system checks." the officer replied.
"Your one of the new recruits right?" Ethan asked.
"Yes, Chief. I heard a lot of stories about the Galaxy. Wanted to work on her since the beginning." the Ensign replied.
"I could tell you some more stories. Stories you haven't heard before." Ethan said with a smile.
"Such as?" Ensign Rackbourne replied.
"Did you hear about the mission where the Galaxy went on a trip to find a Dominion Battleship?"
"One of the reason's I wanted to join the crew." Rackbourne replied with a smile. He must have been a kid, but he was all ears.
"One night, everyone was a little uneasy. We were behind enemy lines, with Nog telling his old stories. I assume you know who Nog is?"
"Of course."
"Well, some of us were in Ten-Forward and two of us couldn't keep our mouths shut. Security officer Benedict T'Kal was going on about the Dominion. Wouldn't stop for anything. First Officer Derian Casey was there too. And when those two were together, you could really see a wall of friction between them." Ethan said with a smile.
"This Commander Casey seems to have a reputation." the Ensign replied.
"Yeah, the kind of guy you could hit. I would recommend quitting Starfleet before hitting him though." Ethan laughed, for the first time in ages as he recalled so many times he wanted to hit the Commander. "He was too cocky for a Commander. Always wanted to play the hero. You know, take charge, win the day." Ethan told the story shaking his head. "He could get worked up so easily. He wasn't afraid to go in, guns blazing. And if things got too personal, whether it was something he could handle or not, from behind the scenes, there's Admiral Thomas Casey who wouldn't hesitate to transfer this person who is clashing with his son to a hell hole or something like that. If Derian couldn't handle it, he'd go crying to his dad to sort it out."
"Sounds like you didn't like him." Rackbourne replied.
"Well, to be honest, I don't. I wouldn't have said it if he were still here, but he knew how I felt anyway. We had a couple of run-ins of our own. When I first came onboard, our personalities instantly clashed, but I still had respect for him. It was simple, he was the First Officer, he seemed to be doing a good job. But when I got to know him, the respect seemed to go out the window."
"What about this T'Kal?" a passing Engineer asked. Ethan looked around and noticed he had a lot of the Engineers attention. They seemed to be taking a break. But Suder didn't mind. They deserved it.
Ethan hesitated for a while. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to make it out like he hated everyone on the ship. "Pass." he simply said.
There were a few chuckles but one Ensign turned on her chair with a curious look on her face. "What about, Commander Samara. Word has it she was a person-tearing-computer-beating-devil- Chief!" she said with a smile.
Ethan's smiled faded and he looked around again. Every Engineer was now looking at him. Some that couldn't wait for an answer, others who just wanted to stop for a few minutes to chat. "From some points, that's true I guess. But you have to understand the situation. She'd had a rough past."
"That's no excuse." Daniel O'Neil replied from around one of the corners of Engineering. He was clearly still working but also listening.
"It's every excuse." Ethan responded quickly. He replied loud enough that Daniel would hear him. "With a background like hers, you can't just expect her to wake one morning and forget about it. It's like having a scar on your hand. And everytime you go to tap in a command in the computer, pick up a glass or data padd, point to something on the holodeck, or as is the case with some of you, jerk off," Ethan said with a smile. The Engineers laughed and Ethan continued. "and everytime you see the scar, it instantly reminds you of the day you got it." he explained. "I'll admit, she had quite a temper and when she got going, she wasn't afraid to hit or kick a computer if it was in the way. I recall trying to fix a number of data padds, not to mention the consoles your all working on now. And if people got in her way, she wouldn't hesitate to tell them what she was thinking. But that was just part of her personality."
"But what makes her different from T'Kal or Casey?" Ensign Stanley Prescott asked from his seated position near the warp core.
Ethan at this point was sat on the primary main computer. "She had a temper, but she also had a good sense of humour. She was one of the smartest Engineers I've worked with and she knew how to have a good time."
"She had your respect?" Lieutenant Zack Jackson said with a nod. It was like he was understanding what Ethan was talking about, even if some of the other Engineers didn't.
"And more." Ethan finished.
"We must be talking about a different, Chief." Ensign Garcia replied.
There were a few chuckles. Ethan too chuckled and put his hands up as if surrendering. "Hey, I admit she was a lot to take, but once you get passed the intimidation phase, you realise that she wasn't that bad."
"It wasn't about intimidation!" Garcia quickly replied laughing a little.
"Come on Jose, you scare easy." Lia Alice said jokingly.
"Look, I know that some of you who knew her may not have liked her. In fact I'm sure that most of the people on this ship who served with her may not have liked her. But there are a couple of people out there who did like her. Captain Price I think was one of them."
"She doesn't sound that bad." Yeoman John Patric said from the upper level of Engineering.
"She wasn't." Ethan said, his mind locked in the past. He was playing scene after scene of his encounters with the ex-Chief Engineer.
"What about you Chief, was there anyone you liked a little too much." Yeoman Kevinson asked.
Again, everyone went silent. Ethan took a quick glance around at the Engineers. He smiled and thought carefully about his answer.
"Rumour has it you were seeing a Lieutenant?" Cadet Jason asked.
"Well..." Ethan replied quietly. "I knew her as a friend, Lieutenant Adrianna. When we decided to start seeing each other, she died." Ethan replied. "Of course it was kind of hard at the time. I lost a good friend. But I moved on." Ethan said which was true. Although he did his best to honour her memory.
"So she was just a friend?" Garcia asked.
"Correct." Ethan responded.
"How did she die, if you don't mind me asking?" the Cadet asked again, curious as to Ethan's past.
"There was a problem with the USS St. Louise. Some of the crew were ill and they needed treatment or they'd die. In order to treat the crew, they had to travel to a planet that was off limits." Ethan told the story, thinking about what he was saying before speaking.
"This the short version?" Rackbourne asked.
Ethan nodded. The Galaxy was ordered to stop the St. Louise... But, without placing blame we didn't. Look up the log file if you want more details... During the small battle, the St. Louise caused a direct hit with a torpedo. Adrianna evacuated the area she was working in, but an explosion ripped through the conduit and threw her against a bulk head." Ethan finished.
"So tell us who you liked or like now a little too much." Rackbourne said.
Ethan smiled and looked around again. "I'll tell you all one day, but not here, not now. Right now, I'll tell you this: If you have your eye on someone, do something about it. If it'll make you happy, talk to that person. If you let them go, when that person gets transferred, or resigns from Starfleet or dies, you'll never forgive yourself for not doing something. Follow your heart, or instinct, but do something." Ethan said.
Their smiles had faded to faces of respect and understanding.
"You lost her?" Lieutenant Jiiles said as he stood next to the console that Ethan and Rackbourne were at.
Ethan hopped off the console and straightened his uniform. "I don't want to bore any of you with the personal, insignificant details of my life. I just wanted you all to know that you can chat while you work. This is supposed to be fun. Don't turn this place into a military compound just because it might seem like I'm in a bad mood." he said. "Interact. When the time calls for it, I expect and know you will all work as hard as you can. But when it comes to day to day operations, as long as you have more than satisfactory work done before the end of your shift, I don't mind."
"We'll try to relax." Jilles said with a smile.
Ethan gave a nod. "Now, I'll be in my office again for a while, but when I come out to tell you the rest of the T'Kal/Casey story this afternoon, I expect to see a more workable atmosphere." he ordered.
The Engineers nodded and agreed with the Chief and went about their work. As Suder made his way to his office, he could already hear the voices of them all chattering. Once again, Engineering was a buzz of work and voices combined. It was nice.
When Ethan made it to his office, the doors slid shut and he sat down rubbing the side of his heads. He had one hell of a headache, but it would pass. A couple of hours sleep would do the trick. Now that the crew were more assured that he was fine, he could relax a little. He sat right back in his chair and moved the monitor on his desk slightly so he could see it more comfortably.
"Computer, continue log file." he ordered.
A beep came from the computer and a log file resumed. The recordings were from months ago, yet it seemed like yesterday.
"Time flies." Suder said to himself...
Michala had only been back on the ship for a day when word spread quickly that they had a new assignment. She was glad they had waited for she was glad to be off the little shuttle. It seemed so confined to her. She had spent the trip thinking about Deiran's words. She hadn't had time to digest what had happened from the time she had told him till she had left the Consitution. Since then, she had decided she was very glad she had not married him.
Mike had been back too and the excitement of both Rayna's expecting a baby and his combat in the arena. He hadn't spoken to Michalea in a while so they had scheduled an appointment.
Some of the things he had said resounded in her head. She just couldn't get them out. Statements like "get rid of it" and "that's not my baby and I don't want it in this family" repeated in her head over and over again. What if the galaxy crew had felt that way about her? She wasn't planned and shouldn't have existed either.
She entered the counseling offices and sat down to wait for her appointment. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even here Mike call for her.
Mike tapped her shoulder, "Michalea, come in, you ok?" She looked just as confused and lost like when they had first met.
MIchala practically jumped off the couch for he had startled her. "No." She said quiet honestly. "I am not okay at all." She preceeded him into his office.
He walked in to the office and he sat next to her, "What's up?"
"I have a problem and I thought .. well it is not as easy to solve as I had first thought." She said as a beginning. "First things first, I am pregnant." She flushed with embarassment.
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Well congratulations are in order then."
"Not really." She sighed with frustration. "It's not Deiran's."
"You say that like it's a bad thing?" Mike said, "It's Eric Odin's then?"
She nodded. "I spent the last week with Deiran and the kids. It was a great week, or at least it was until I told him." She stared at her hands, rubbing the palm of her right hand repeatedly.
"What happened?" Mike asked leaning foreward slightly.
"I am not sure I can even repeat it. Then he asked me to marry him, I almost did, but I had second thoughts." She said. "I basically left him at the altar." She sounded lost, much as she had the first time she had come to see him.
"What did he say to make you leve him at the altar?" Mike looked curious and confused.
"I .. I asked him a question first about the baby. He asked me a question back. Why I felt closeness to a fetus that should not have been created in the first place? What if someone had felt that way about me? Destroyed me because I should not have been?" Her words broke with emotion.
Mike sat back floored, "This is beyond serious, I think he's becomng emotionally abusive and controlling."
"He said it was rape, and that I shouldn't want a child not conceived in love? But that isn't the child's fault?" She sat back and looked at him.
"Rape?" That was a personal subject for him, "what does he mean rape?"
"It is kind of complicated. I - I didn't want or mean to sleep with Eric. We got drunk. At first, I thought it just sort of happened, but Anika says that he used alcohol to get her in bed as well. Yet, he had told me that he did not drink often?" She looked up at him, confusion written in her eyes.
Mike looked puzzled, "Ok, how drunk were you, could you say walk and leave if you didn't want to have sex?"
"I don't remember." She said honestly. "I had never drank before and I haven't touched the stuff since."
"Well I donlt like him using the word rape so freely." Mike had a more serious demeanor then she had seen on him, "that's a very serious thing to say."
"I know. Is it rape, I mean, if he planned it?" She really wasn't sure.
"Well to me rape is very serious and what he said irritates me at how arrogant and controlling he is."
"I know how controlling he is, Mike. But that does not answer my question, is it?" She asked more firmly.
Mike shook his head, "No, if you felt pressure to stay, then it wold be concerning, but did you feel that pressure?"
"I don't know. The last thing I remember we were talking about totally platonic things. I don't even know how we ended up together?" She admitted.
Mike shrugged, "well it's not exactly gentlemanly, but I don't know about rape, that's something you have to think about."
"I have been thinking and I keep going round and round. Deiran suggested I transfer the baby to someone who wants a baby and can't have it. He said he would give me another to take its place but that sounds bad somehow?" She pushed a hand through her hair. "I can't abort it. I.. what if I never have another with my physiology?"
"It's your choice. But this is a bit of a sensitve topic for me."
"Then should I talk to someone else?" She looked at him with concern. "I need.. I need help. I am well aware that decisions are mine, but right now the only one giving me input is Deiran."
"It's up to you, look, want my opinion, who cares what Derian thinks what do yuo want to do, do you want to be a mother? then be a mother, you want to raise this child then raise it. "
He wasn't helping. She knew all this. "It isn't a matter of just what I want, it is also what is right." She stood up. "Thanks Mike. I will think about all this. I do know one thing. I am not aborting the baby so Deiran will have to accept that. I will go see Dr. Maas about the safety of transfering it."
"Look, I'm probably not gonna be unbiased about this, what he said about rape and children concieved from it, kinda hits a little closer to home for me then I like to admit."
"I understand." She said with a warm smile. "I know you don't like Deiran and his attitudes towards women anyways."
"Do ya blame me, I don't like him." He decided that he would tell her, "Look, this touches to me and Rayna anyway with Nikki. It's like this, you know I adopted Nikki right?"
"I know." She said with concern. "But how does it relate?"
Mike took a breath, "Well Nikki's biological father, assaulted Rayna, before we began dating seriously. She told me about it when we first started dating and when we married I adopted Nikki as my own and she is my child."
"I see. I can understand why you would have a problem being unbiased. I will talk to someone else about this issue then." Her words held no censure. patrickb01: Mike nodded, "That would be the best for all of us, I don't want to give you advice that is clouded with my opinions that's not fair to you."
"Thanks Mike." She moved to take her leave. "Is there anyone you suggest?"
"Commander Dallas seems to be a good choice, Lt SHinta is out of action with her babies."
"Okay, I iwll try to do that." Michala knew Karyn was extremely busy. She went out leaving him to his thoughts.
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Ensign Electra Reece, Operations
Due to the great and wisdom of the authorities, Ensign Corgan was deemed fit for duty. However, there was a catch to all of this. In order to stay in duty, he had to visit a counselor at least twice a week in order to stave off the manic depressiveness and the re-occurring nightmares involving Borg drones. It did make his superior officers happy that he was seeing a counselor, but Ensign Corgan was not very impressed. He has been seeing counselors since the "Odyssey Incident" in the Gamma Quadrant, where his parents have died. After all the times he had to go to therapy, going through a dozen counselors and breaking at least a few, he thought that he was incurable. The counselors did not see it that way. They considered him a "challenge".
He took his seat in the waiting room of the counselor's office. Nobody else was in the waiting room, something that James preferred. He saw through the transparent aluminum window that a counselor was already seeing a patient. The patient had just sprawled himself down on the couch.
"Good," he thought, "They'll be awhile."
With nothing to do, Ensign Corgan brought out a PADD. He always carried around a PADD when he was not on duty, because a song idea could pop into his head at any time, and he wanted all his ideas put down before he lost them. He pushed a few buttons on the PADD, bringing up a screen of sheet music. He edited the sheet of a song he has been working on for months, hoping that it will sound perfect by the time it was finished.
Electra sighed as she walked down the corridor. She was not looking forward to this ordered session with a counselor. She had no idea what to say or do, but it was an order from her commanding officer. She sighed again as she arrived at the door to the lounge area outside of the counseling offices. The door opened and Electra entered.
She walked into the room and glanced around. It was nearly empty save for a young ensign in a security uniform on a couch near the door. Electra sighed once again as she took a seat as far from the young man as she could and still be in the room. She looked down at her hands and wished she didn't have to be here. The young man looked up from his PADD as she sighed again and she clamped her mouth shut and crossed her arms over her chest and slumped in the seat. She hoped he wouldn't say anything but she had a feeling he would. They usually did.
"Hi." Ensign Corgan said.
Electra looked up, "Hi." She hoped that this ensign would be content with her response and go back to his PADD. She was very wary of this situation. When she was alone with men, they tended to act strangely. She hoped that this one was more normal. She wondered why he was here, but her curiosity was not strong enough to break through her wall of silence. She sat slumped on the seat, waiting and hoping he would leave her alone but not holding out much hope for it.
Ensign Corgan went back to his PADD, pushing more buttons and playing back some quiet guitar music. It wasn't right to him, nothing seemed right with the music. He deleted a few notes and moved some others around. As he was working on the song, he thought of the ensign sitting right beside him. He quickly glanced through the corner of his eye to see what she really looked like, since he never really got a good look at her before.
"Hmmmm." thought James, "She looks to be at least 26, and she must be a tactical officer or a helmsperson judging by the uniform. And damn is she tall!"
Ensign Corgan did not mind tall women. In fact, he didn't give a rat's ass about height at all, but it wasn't every day that James saw a woman that was as tall as him, much less a human woman as tall as him. He started remembering Ensign Sotek once again. He remembered that she wasn't very tall for a Vulcan, only about 5 foot 6. He banished the thought of her once again, knowing that his sheet music awaited him.
Then again, so did his curiosity. He shut down the PADD and waited for a sign of. anything coming from her.
"Hey, pussy!" said his conscience, "Just talk to her goddammit!"
"How about you shut the hell up?" He shot back in his mind.
"You know you want to."
"I know I want to be a sociopath with no conscience so that a pushy little bastard like you wouldn't get in my way, but that's not going to happen. Now shut up."
"Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy."
"SHUT UP!"
"Or else what?"
"Phaser to the f**king brain, if that's how you want it!"
"Bring it on!"
The war inside Ensign Corgan's head kept going on and on for one minute, until Ensign Corgan finally just gave up, and did what he thought was the right thing to do.
"I'm Ensign James Lionel Corgan. Pleased to meet you." Ensign Corgan said politely, while still trying to find the energy to act nice when he didn't quite feel like it.
Electra sighed in her mind. ~I knew it. There was no way he wouldn't have continued. At least he seems normal. He's not being rude, so I won't be either.~
"Ensign Electra Reece. Nice to meet you." Electra was glad this man was being normal and she supposed that introductions in a situation like this were typical. This was an awkward social situation but she was used to that. She smiled slightly at the man.
Before he could say anything, a counselor appeared in the doorway. "Ensign Reece? You can come in now." Electra stood, nodded to the counselor, and turned to the ensign, "Goodbye." She walked through the door to the counselor's office, wondering what was going to happen now.
Ensign Corgan watched Electra Reece walk through the doors, wondering what she was in for. She seemed mentally healthy, so James failed to see why the shrink was visiting her. It didn't matter to him anyways. He was just glad that she had to go first.
"Better her than me." Ensign Corgan mused.
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Okay silly girl lets go now......she's not gonna kill you.~ For what seemed like the fifth time in as many minutes, Ensign Rebecca von Ernst stood outside the counseling offices of the USS Galaxy. She had an appointment nearly 10 minutes ago, but she could not bring herslef to take the first actual step into the office.
Unfortuantely her waffling was attracting stares as well. People tended to stare at girls who hung out in passageways talking to themselves. Nervously twisting a lock of her short auburn hair, the tiny officer muttered to herself and debated the options.
First she could march into the office and face the Councelor. Second she could blow herself out an airlock and forget the whole thing.
~Decisions...decisions~ Rebecca mused.
Finally desperation prevailed and the girl took the least pleasant of her options.......screwing herslef up she took a deep breath and walked into the office.
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Just as Corgan watched the doors swish shut behind Electra Reece on one side of the room, another pair whooshed open on the opposite side to deposit a newcommer uppn the waiting room carpet.
This girl seemed to be the diametric opposite of Reece, physically anyways. She was short.......tiny even, and her frame was as light and lithe as a veritable pixie-girl. her shoulder lenght crimson hair was pushed back from her face by a single white band of clothe, and her pert little nose was lightly dusted with freckles.
"If you dont succeed with the first one, try try again" mused Corgan's brain.
"Shut up.." he warned his disobedient cerebrum.
"Nyah nyah nyah..." it taunted.
Rebecca von Ernst, tactical paperwork specialist extraordinaire, paused in the doorway of the central Counciling waiting room. She had half-expected the place to be empty, but unfortunately a rather tall, and sardonic looking character was lounging off by himself in the corner. Rebecca could see the man fiddling with a PADD before him, and suddenly wished she had brought something along to keep her hands busy.
~Oh noodles, I'll just have to settle for pickign at my nail polish again.~
***PLEASE CLEAR THE DOORWAY OF OBSTRUCTIONS****
Both Rebecca and Corgan jumped as the blaring computerized alarm spoke from the speaker above the door.
"Oh...excuse me." Rebecca blurted as she quickly stepped clear of the entranceway allowing the double doors to slide shut.
Now she was "Trapped" on the inside.
Allowing a few second to fidget where she was standing, Rebeca eventually decided she well and truly had made a fool out of herself, so she might as well relax now. Moving quickly she elected to sit in the exact same chair that Electra had just vacated.......As FAR AWAY from Corgan as possible.
Ensign Corgan glanced at the pixie girl sitting far away from him. She looked a bit skittish, probably why she had to go to counselong in the first place.
"Talk to her..." his brain nagged.
"What does it take to shut you up?" Ensign Corgan asked himself.
"Talking to her will help? It looks like she could use a friend."
"I'm not becoming schizophrenic, aren't I?"
"Just your conscience speaking. Now say hi!"
"Fine."
James tried to work up the nerve to talk to the unimposing ensign. He tried to say "Hi" but could only come out with a "Hhhh" and a little stammer. She glanced nervously at him.
"Oh noodles. He's trying to talk to me." She thought.
Finally, Ensign Corgan worked up the nerve to talk to her. He took that monumental stride, opening his mouth, accompanying it with a sound.
"Hi, i'm Ensign James Corgan. Nice to..."
The door opened on one of the counselor's offices. A young woman peered out.
"Ensign Corgan. It's time for your appointment." She said.
"Better luck next time. Ha ha ha!" His concience chuckled as he walked into the office with the counselor. The short lady sitting in the far corner of the room seemed relieved to know that he wouldn't be talking.
Rebecca wached him go, and turned her thoughts to her own upcoming appointment.
~~Yes, I should have blown myself out the airlock instead~~ she mused
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Lt. Bruce Maxwell
USS Galaxy
Commander Thomas was working hard at contacting everyone on his list. The list would in time grow shorter, but only in the fact he'd contacted those on his list. He wanted to speak with everyone on this part of his list first before talking with the others, except he knew one would have to wait.
The next on his list was Lt. Bruce Maxwell, the ship's chief helm officer.
"Commander Thomas to Lt. Maxwell could you please stop by my office at your earliest convince." Chris said. He wanted them to stop by when they could do so, not he told them to come by.
"Aye, Sir. I will be there as soon as possible." Bruce replied a little bewildered.
"Thank you Lt." Chris said. "I'm looking forward to speaking with you."
"No problem, Commander. It's My pleasure." Bruce replied.
***
Commander Thomas was seated by his desk working on his list.
Bruce hurried as quickly as he could to the Commanders office. Happy and full of excitement about the birth of his child. His injuries about healed but still bothering him. He reached the door and rang the chimes.
"Come in." Commander Thomas said from his desk.
"Lt.Maxwell reporting.What can I do for you sir?" Bruce stated standing there at the position of at ease.
"Thank you for coming by Lt." Chris said.
"No problem commander, what can I do for you?" Bruce stated keeping stance of respect.
"I wanted to talk with you about your department and a few other issues."
"Aye sir, are there some problems with my department?" Bruce asked a little worried.
"Please have a seat Lt." Chris said inviting him to have a seat.
"Yes sir." Bruce replied as he sat down.
"Is there anything I can get you?" Chris asked as Bruce took his seat.
"No, sir. I am fine Thank You, sir." Bruce responded.
"Alright then, that's your choice." Chris said.
"Thank You, sir. But No Thank you. What did you wish to talk to me about?" Bruce said still wondering what this was all about.
"Now about your department. I wouldn't say there are any real problems with you department, but something has come to my attention. Your department is at the moment lacking a asst. chief helmsman at the moment." Chris said to him.
"Aye sir, that is correct. I haven't seen the need for one. That and no one has asked or showed initiative to be the assistant department head. When they show the interest or want then they'll show me they truly want it,sir." Bruce explained looking to read his reaction.
"I would like you to give the position some serious thought and make a recommendation for review." Chris said.
"Aye, sir. If I had to say right now, Lt. Gustavason and/or Lt. Jg. Crowe." Bruce stated.
"I would like your best choice on my desk in three days." Thomas said. "Test them, challenge them to find out who's ready. Keep in mind that seniority does count."
"Then sir, I would have to say, It would be Gustavason.He has been on this ship as long as I have. He has proven himself many a time. His scores are already amongst the highest. He has Crowe beat in rank and time on board." Bruce answered.
"Remember that whoever you chose you're going to have to be able to work with them." Chris said.
"Aye sir, we can work together I like to think my department is close." Bruce replied.
"I'll review your findings and then present the information to the captain for his once over." Chris said.
"Very Good, sir. There should be no problems." Bruce said confidentially."Sir may I ask why the sudden interest in my department?"
"I am conducting a general review of all departments, with the immediate departure of the chief science officer and the assistant chief." Commander Thomas said. "Plus I felt it was time to meet with each department head one on one to see who they were."
"I can respect and admit I like that, sir." Bruce said smiling.
"I also wanted to know were you see yourself in 2 years?" Thomas asked.
"I see myself in higher command and hopefully the Executive or Captain on a ship." Bruce said with the utmost confidence.
Chris looked at him for a moment, "So you're the one after my job." he said with a grin.
"In all honesty, sir. Yes, but nothing against you." Bruce teased.
"I'm just joking with you." Chris said. "I am glad to see your ambitions to advance your career. I will have to keep my eye on you."
"I guess most would be made to be nervous, I welcome it, sir." Bruce said again smiling.
"But let's take your ambition one step further, for example."
"Okay, shoot, commander." Bruce got serious again.
"If you were the captain what would you change on the ship?"
"Well, sir. Tricky Question. How do I do this without stepping on toes."
"You have permission to speak freely Lt." Commander Thomas said, making it easier for him to respond.
"I guess one thing would be that I would have more relaxed meetings to get to know my command staff personally. I would think that would create a better working relationship. I know how they work and they know how I work. I would also alternate the Chiefs and assistance Chiefs.....I wouldn't place them all on the same shift. Give a chance for the rest of the department to get a chance at feeling what the better shifts are." Bruce explained. "What else commander, I kinda like this."
"Well the first part is why the captain has me." Chris said. "I am the get to know your command staff personally 'guy' then report back to the captain." Chris said. " As to alternating the chief's and asst. chief's I think I understand what you saying, and that is not to have all the chief's working the same shift and the asst. chiefs working the next shift." Chris said. "Is that what you're saying?"
"Yes,sir." Bruce answered quickly.
" The problem that I see with that is the potential disruption to the efficiency of the crew. That is the cost of beginning an ensign or a junior grade Lt. in Starfleet. I know that doesn't seem fair, but it's the way things have been done and will likely continue to be done. I am sure that none of the junior officers would object to such a chance, but the senior officers in most case would object. Do you know why?"
"Pride,sir. The efficiency rating should be the same on all shifts. Gamma cant get the same rating as Alpha, different situations. I am sorry sir, I am a man who likes to stick to his guns." Bruce said slightly agitated.
"You like being in charge?" Chris asked. "Well then let's take this one step farther, If we could take the Galaxy anywhere in the known galaxy where would you want to go and where not?" Chris inquired. Now this was challenge him to think about what was the most intriguing part of the galaxy and the least interesting.
"Where would I go, sir. Where ever we haven't gone yet, unexplored space.
Where wouldn't I go, cant think of anyplace. I joined Starfleet originally...." Bruce thought for a second about what he is allowed to say. "I transferred to normal Strafleet duty to travel, space. I am a traveler, an explorer, a warrior, and a Leader. Every inch of space is a new discovery, every planet newly discovered a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow." Bruce explained.
"An explorer at heart." Chris said, jotting a note down on his padd.
"Aye, sir. In a way." Bruce said.
"I think that's everything that I wanted to talk with you about at this time." Chris said as he tried to think of anything else that he might have to say or ask him.
"Are sure sir, you can ask me anything." Bruce seemed to be realizing something.
"Nope I think that's everything for now Lt. I will review your suggest, Mr. Gustavason for the position of assistant and then forward it to the captain for his final approval. Thank you Lt." Chris said.
Bruce stood up and started for the door. "Thank you sir. This might be going out on limb, but if I understand correctly.....I only want to say one last thing." Bruce paused and took a deep breath and almost seemed to swell. "I want the position sir, I would be the best for it."
Commander Thomas smiled a little bit, "I will keep that in mind Bruce." and then the Lt. stepped through the door leaving the commander alone for the time being.
NRPG: This occurs after Commander Thomas has spoken with everyone listed in "Reviewing Candidates for Second Officer".
Commander Thomas had finished speaking with ... his mind was drawing a blank. How many people had he spoken with since starting his search for a new second officer?
Chris stared off into space trying to count how many he'd just spoken with. It was hopeless, he just couldn't force his mind to wrap around how many people he'd spoken with in the past few days.
He finally gave up on trying to count them mentally and just decided to look at his notes and count. Twelve people in all. He'd spoken with twelve people in the past what two, three days... maybe four? He'd lost count just how many days had gone by since he started his mad quest.
His plan was a mistake, speak with every department head on the ship and those holding the rank of Lt. Commander or above. He did spread it out over time, but he wanted to have the meetings wrapped up as soon as he could. Once he'd spoken with everyone of them then he could move forward with his search for the ships next Second officer. A tall task to say the least since, the person would have to fill the shoes of the first one, Lt. Commander Sullax. Actually not that tall, until you consider the fact that the person was maybe asked at any time to fill in as first officer or captain.
While he doubted Captain Price would ever leave the Galaxy, he knew someday he would.
'Incoming message from Captain Casey, code 3,' the computer said out of the blue, pulling Chris back to his real life.
"Open Channel," Chris said, keying in a command code to accept the message.
"Captain Casey, what can I do for you?" Commander Thomas asked, seeing his former boss's face appear on screen. Of course by 'former', Chris meant that Deiran was his boss both at Ops and then when Casey was first officer. When Chris left the Galaxy to pursue his demons from the past and then clean up Starfleet Intel it was different. Now he was the first officer the Galaxy and Captain Casey was in command of his own ship.
"Hello Chris, good to see you my friend," Casey smiled in greeting to the Commander. "How is everything on the Galaxy?" Deiran asked. He actually missed his old ship.
"Deiran this is certainly a surprise, I thought you were off seeking glory?" Chris said taking a little jab at him. "No seriously it's really good to hear from you captain," Chris added.
"And the ol' man? How's he doing?" genuine interest could be heard in Casey's voice. Deiran had a high amount of respect for Captain Price, he missed the General.
"Captain Price you mean? I wouldn't go around calling him the ol' man if he were anywhere nearby," Chris said with a grin. "He's doing fine as far as you can tell outwardly, but on the inside ..." he paused. "I think he's struggling with seeing a few senior officers take new assignments or leave for other interests. Even with that said I would say overall he's doing good and has adapted to change under his command."
"Good to hear. I need your help with something Chris," Casey said with a smile. "You know that my girlfriend is still on your ship. I want you to watch out for her if you would? No special treatment or anything but just make sure she's okay? She's very special to me and someday I'd like her to be here on the Constitution, as my CMO," he told Chris.
Commander Thomas listened to what Deiran Casey wanted completely before responding. "You want me to watch out for your girlfriend captain, you trust me with her," Chris said not able to resist teasing him.
"Yes Commander, you're already married to a lovely woman of your own," he laughed in reply.
"Of course I'll watch out for her, as I watch out for everyone on this ship. It comes with the job of being the first officer, sir. I know she means a lot to you and I will try to look out for her, without giving her any special treatment."
"Thanks Chris. Maybe even help Price to be convinced to give her leave to come see me every once in awhile? I miss her very much," Casey smiled and his eyes gave away that he was starting to think of another topic, "Chris, my ship was assigned to the same fleet as the Galaxy. So, I'm pretty sure we'll be seeing each other more often. If you could help with getting her leave every now and then, or seeing your way to allowing her to visit when we're orbiting a space station or something, you'd be doing my family, my kids a great favor. They miss their mother," he smiled that Casey smile, charming on one hand and disconcerting on the other. Usually pompous asses were not so kind and charming as Deiran was, or at least he was when he wanted to be.
Commander Thomas, decided not to tease the captain anymore and just answer him. "She's not been on the Galaxy that much and she's only a Lieutenant so her leave time isn't going to be that great. I will however do what I can captain to give her some leave time when possible to visit you and her family," Chris said, though it was tough to really say it when she wasn't completely the person Deiran Casey had married. Chris could tell just how much it was Deiran saying this, he could hear the man, using charm to get what he wanted.
"Well, whatever time you can give her would be wonderful. Let me know also when her leave is available if you would?" he asked politely.
"I'll see what I can arrange for our current shoreleave time, Deiran. This time. In the future I will try and let you know when she might have some free time to visit you." Chris said. "And if you don't mind my saying Captain it wouldn't hurt you to visit her when possible, I am sure we can make arrangements for your stay on the ship once in a while."
Captain Casey just nodded.
"So how are the kids doing Deiran?" Chris asked him, as he thought about the impact of not having their true mother around.
"They are doing well. Having to adjust being the Captain's 'children' which is not easy. They miss Michala, which is why I am calling you.
"I am sure that it's got to be hard on them and you," Chris said.
"More than you realize Chris," he replied. "How's Anna?" he asked cordially.
"Good, if you consider having your wife try and wash your mouth out with soap." Chris said. "It was a misunderstanding, because of our last mission I have since rectified the situation and she's much happier now."
"I'm glad to hear it. I have to get back to the Bridge, Chris. It was great talking with you. I'll stay in touch, you take care," he said.
"It was great talking with you as well Deiran, keep in touch and remember people are looking up to you now." Chris said and then Deiran's face disappeared.
Specialist Kartain
"A Walk Alone"
The ship was at warp five. Standard speed as far as Starfleet was concerned. Although the crew could rest knowing that if the ship had to go faster, they wouldn't damage the fabric of space. 'Or would something as trivial as that make them rest?' He thought to himself. Most people probably didn't even think about it.
Ethan was only thinking about it as he looked out the view port in his quarters. The sleek star lines seemed colourful and beautiful. But his thoughts were disturbed when the chime to his door echoed through his quarters.
"Come on in." he said as he stood up off the couch. He was surprised when a Caitan walked into his quarters holding a data padd and looking nervous. Her tail was swinging side to side.
"Chief?" Specialist Kartain said as she took another step into his quarters. The doors slid shut and she looked around. "Why is so dark in here?" she asked.
"Because the lights aren't on." Ethan quietly replied. No joke, just fact. But he pressed a button on his desk and the green glow that illuminated his quarters increased. "What's on your mind?" he asked.
"I was in Engineering working on the Navigational systems." she began.
"And a good job you were doing. Would you like something?" Ethan asked as he stepped over to the replicator.
"Water, please." Kartain replied.
Ethan nodded and tapped in a few buttons the replicator. He could have asked for the drinks, but it seemed quicker to tap it in. "So you were working on the Navigational systems, but this doesn't have anything to do with that otherwise you would have asked whoever's incharge now, 'Commander T'Zaq I believe if you had a technical problem." Ethan explained as he handed the Caitan a glass of water.
Kartain took the glass and took a sip and then nodded. "No. I heard you talking about relationships and what we should do if we had feelings for someone." she began.
"I see." Ethan replied as he moved back to the couch. He sipped his Betazoid coffee and waved his hand at one of the leather chairs.
Kartain sat down and took another sip of her drink. "I was curious, what you said had feeling behind it. I wanted to know if you would tell me..." Kartain stopped, searching for the right words.
"What happened?" Ethan finished the sentence for her.
Kartain nodded and sipped her water again.
Ethan took a deep breath and placed his mug on the table between himself and this young Engineer. As he put the mug down, he picked up the tennis ball that he used to throw around in his early days at Starfleet HQ. Throwing the ball around and passing it to others seemed to give them ideas. Although it hadn't given Ethan many new ideas and he had thought about bringing in a new kind of ball and putting the old tennis ball on a shelf somewhere.
Kartain placed her glass of water on the table and held her hands in her lap, very polite and lady like.
"Quite a while ago, back when I was a Lieutenant Junior Grade, I used to work double shifts. In my first shift I would go out throw the ship, fix whatever needed to be fixed. I then spent the second shift in Engineering. As I wasn't officially there, I couldn't be told to go fix something." Ethan began.
"You worked more to be close to someone?" Kartain asked with raised eye brows.
"Yeah. But not only that, I did enjoy my work." Ethan continued. He stood up and walked behind the couch to where a small data padd was resting on a little table. "But, as time went by, I found myself working more hours. Soon I was spending much of my free time in Engineering. Any excuse to work." he said with a chuckle. "That's why we're nearly complete on the Engineering Hologram." he explained further.
"But no one picked up on it?" Kartain asked picking up her glass of water again.
"A couple of people have ideas, but I don't think anyone really knew." he said as he picked up the data padd and strolled back over to the couch and sat down again. "What I said earlier was to tell someone that if you have feelings for someone, tell them." he said.
"Why didn't you?" the Caitan replied.
Ethan sat back comfortably and put his right arm up on the top of the couch. "She, was already involved with someone. Someone who made her happy. And I didn't want to get in the way of something that good." he replied. There was certainly logic behind his methods. "I thought that it was just a crush and given time, it would pass."
"But it didn't?" Kartain sipped her drink again but didn't turn her attention away from Suder.
"No, it got worse." Ethan replied with a sigh. "The more time I spent with her the harder it got to be around her. When she had a bad day, I just wanted to walk into her off-" Ethan coughed slightly to clear his throat and cover his tracks. "I wanted to see her and try and make things seem better. But I took some comfort with the fact that when she went back to her quarters, she'd have someone and something there to cheer her up. But at the same time, because of that fact, it kind of tore me up inside. Knowing that she was with someone else. A strange circle I know, but we're only students of nature, still learning about feelings."
"So then what happened?"
"After many months, she left. There was an accident. She went home." he replied.
"That made things easier?" Kartain asked with surprise in her voices.
"In some ways. Not having to see her anymore would certainly help me get over her. And not knowing if she was with someone or not."
"I think if I liked someone that much, I'd like to know." Kartain answered back.
"Don't get me wrong, in some ways it was harder too. I found a lot of inspiration from her."
"The light of your dark day?" Kartain said as if quoting some poetry.
"And because she wasn't around anymore, I lost that light." Ethan said.
"So where do you find your inspiration now?"
"Many places. Mainly from the people on the ship. My work too." he replied. "Just by watching a group of people getting along in Ten Forward is enough to make my day seem not so bad."
"So because you work a lot of extra hours and shifts, you keep the ship together. And if you keep the ship together, that means less work for others and so they have more time to enjoy themselves?" Kartain questioned.
"Your becoming a good student, Kartain." Ethan said with a slight smile. "If because I've worked an extra shift, someone on this ship gets a break, then that's what I'll do. I have nothing else to do after all."
"What about mixing with friends of your own?" Kartain asked.
"I find time." Ethan responded quietly. "So, are you going to tell this guy you like him?"
"I think so, although I'm afraid he might say no, what do I do if he says no?"
"Throw a glass of water at him." Ethan simply replied.
"Sir?"
"I'm not going to say this because I'm your boss your friend, but as a man who knows facts when they come along, he'd be stupid to say no, unless he was seeing someone else of course. I wouldn't recommend the water if he is with someone already." Ethan said with a laugh.
"I don't think I've ever thrown water at someone before." Kartain said as she stood up and walked in circles around the chair.
Ethan stood up and walked over to Kartain and pushed her. It was enough to force herself to keep her own balance. In response, Kartain quickly threw the glass of water she had at Ethan. The water drenched his face and upper torso.
Kartain stood back with horror in her face. She put the glass down on the table and just stared at the Chief Engineer with pure shock.
"You see, you can do it." Ethan replied. "Now, if you throw water at this guy, if he starts causing trouble, let me know, I'll have myself and McDowell around in an instant to scare him." he joked.
Kartain simply nodded and made her way to the exit. "Thanks for your time." she said as she left.
The doors slid shut and Ethan sighed. "No problem." he said as he moved to his room so he could pick up a towel.
"Commander Thomas to Lt. Commander Ethan Suder."
Ethan tapped his communicator and picked up a towel "Suder here." Ethan replied quietly.
"'Commander I was wondering if I could schedule up a time to see you tomorrow." Chris said as he glanced down at his current schedule.
Ethan paused and looked at a data padd in the other room. He was busy tomorrow but would have to fit the good Commander in. "Fourteen hundred hours?" he replied.
"Sounds good to me, I'll see you then." Chris said.
"Will do." was the short answer Ethan gave. Clearly he was busy in Engineering, or that must have been the impression the Commander got.
Ethan wiped his face and looked out at the stars again. He'd drop by Engineering soon and see how things were going. But not yet...
USS Galaxy
Commander Thomas was making progress with his list, but this wasn't going to be done quickly. He just hoped the captain would give him the needed leeway for this search project.
Lt. Richeson was the next person on his list. That still left two other people to speak with before he was ready move forward.
"Commander Thomas to Lt. Richeson please report to my office at your convience." Chris said. "Just let me know when you'd like to pay me a visit."
[ Sure Commander. I'm on my way right now.]
"Sounds good Lt." Commander Thomas said. "I look forward to speaking with you."
[ See ya in a few.]
***
Commander Thomas was letting the officers book their own appointments to speak with him. Which he was doing on purpose, because it gave him the chance to keep scheduling new visits.
Lt. Richeson stopped outside of the first officers office. He was pretty curious about what Commander Thomas had on his mind. 'He's probably going to bust my ass for losing Ensign
Drake a couple weeks ago.' he thought. Tim reached and tapped the door chime.
"Come." Thomas said.
Tim waited for the doors to swish open before he stepped in. He looked towards the executive officer. "What can I do for you Sir?" he said, with a slight smile cracking across of face.
"Please have a seat Lt." Chris said directing him to two empty chairs.
"Thank you Sir." Tim sat down and leaned back in his chair.
"Can I get you anything?" Chris asked while he got up and went to the replicator for some coffee.
"Don't mind if I do. I'll have Earl Grey" Richeson said. Tim hadn't really gotten to know the First Officer since he transfered back to the Galaxy. It was a releaf that Derain was gone. Tim thought back to when he was still a ensign, and mouth off'd to the newly promoted Exec.
"I wanted to talk with you about your department Lt." Commander Thomas said.
Tim's face turned into a frown. "Ah oh..."
"A few things have come to my attention." Chris said. "The first is lack of an asst. for yourself."
"Well Commander... Right now I'm dunno if anyone in my department is ready to take that on. Ensign Von Ernst isn't sure enough of herself, and Ensigns Bosco and Lockhart don't seem to be 'leader' material." Tim paused for a second. "I do see poetical in Lockhart. But he needs alot of work."
"I see your point with them." Commanuder Thomas said.
Tim really had wished his crew was more relible. Being a department head was a lot rougher then he had thought it would be. "Can't say I wouldn't mind the help though."
"We should begin looking for an asst. tactical officer then."
"Maybe we should hold off on that for a few weeks Commander. Let's see how the department starts to fit together. Or were you planing on bringing somebody new in?"
"I also wanted to know were you see yourself in 2 years?" Thomas asked. He'd asked this question to everyone he'd spoke to before and figured he would continue to ask the question as part of his review.
Tim rolled his eyes while he thought, but quickly came up with a answer. "Captain of the Federation starship Galaxy, Sir." he said with a smile.
"Captain of the Galaxy, that's certainly something to shot for. However I would recommend you consider another ship for captaincy, like Commander Casey." Chris said. "Otherwise you might be waiting until Price ... no until the end of etrinity."
"I'm a very persistant man Sir." Tim chuckled.
"No my preference is to find someone on the ship or in the department to promote, there's no problem with holding off until the department is ready." Chris said.
"Well, if we promote, Ensigns Von Ernst and Lockhart are our options. I really don't think Bosco is ready for the responiblity."
"I think we should go with Ensign von Ernst as the asst. she seems to enjoy doing paper work, and she needs to catch up on bridge duty experience." Thomas said.
"She's my pick too. She may be shy, but she has less of a aditude then the rest of them. Maybe it will get her to lighten up." Tim heard himself say the words. He hoped he would not regret saying them. "There is just one other thing Commander."
"What's that?"
"If she takes the job, I'd like to promote her to Lt. (jg)."
Commander Thomas grinned at the Lt. for a moment, for making such a statement. "I take it that you have a good reason for request this kinda of promotion for the Ensign?" Chris asked. "I would probably suspect that it has to do with establishing a clear path of her rank being higher then the rest and giving legitmacy to her being the asst."
Tim nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's basically it. Rebbeca has a major confidence problem. If she had authoerity over the rest of the department, maybe it will help fix that."
"I don't think the captain would be hard pressed to approve the notion." Chris said as thought about it himself.
Richeson again nodded. "Sounds good."
"Then I will take this to the captain for his approval, both on her promotion and new duties, once she accept the role." Commander Thomas said. "I am positive that I can convince the captain to agree to such a move."
"Good." Tim paused for a minute then looked up at the XO, "Now that I have a assistant, dose this mean I get more off time?" He asked with a grin.
"Yes and No." Chris said with a grin and then said nothing more.
"This should be good..."
"Yes you might get more time off, or be able to be more involved in ship business." Chris said. "And no you don't get more time off right now. You'll need to train her for the position she's got some catching up to do and will need the support from you to be ready."
"That figures..."
"I think that's everything I needed to speak with you about at the moment." Commander Thomas said. "Is there anything on your mind?"
Tim thought quickly. "Nope, can't think of anything off the top of my head." he said. And with a quick nod from Commander Tim stood up and walked to the door. "C-ya later Sir." he called out as he walked out." Now Tim just had to figure out how to tell Rebbeca the news.
Peter leaned against the tactical rail again for the second time since the start of his shift. Since it was now just after twenty past nine during Gamma, it could be expected that Peter would try and get a rest at least fifteen more times during his shift.
He straightened up again and tried to surpress a yawn. No one said anything, and with dimmed lights during Gamma shift it was quite probable that no one had noticed anyway.
Peter checked the threat board again. Aside from some vicious looking spacedust, all was quiet as the Galaxy warped it's way towards the Bajoran wormhole. Peter briefly considered what would happen if he called Red Alert because of the spacedust, then with images of him in the brig with Sanchez laughing at him forming in his mind he decided against it.
Instead, he started sneaking glances around at the other staff on duty during Gamma with him. Presently, in the command chair was Lieutenant Commander Kent Peterson, the new science guy. Peter had an irrational dislike of the guy instantly, mainly because he saw him as being partly responsible for the departure of 'Commander Genestra even though deep down he knew that wasn't the case.
At the front of the ship, Lieutenant Junior Grade Crowe and Ensign Electra Reece manned the two stations there. He knew neither of them at all, though he'd heard that Reece had started a food fight with Lieutenant' von Ernst in Ten Forward. He hoped Reece had given von Ernst a good battering for taking all the paperwork of the department away.
Behind him where Ensign Quevvenson at science, Ensign Aaron at Security and CWO Crandle at Engineering. He knew neither the first nor the last, but did know Chris Aaron. If it weren't for the fact that they were both on duty, Peter would've been ranting about the last tactical meeting to Chris already.
Peter turned back to his console and tapped the configuration slightly. He'd been trying to get his station's console to suit him like he'd done on the holodeck during all his training. He still wasn't 100% happy with it, but it would have to do. Calling up a list of jobs to do, he found that all the paperwork had been cleared away by Lieutenant' von Ernst and aside from running a level for diagnostic on the phaser power systems, he'd absolutely nothing else to do other than wait.
"Time to the wormhole Mr. Crowe?" 'Commander Peterson suddenly piped up at nine thirty exactly, scaring the life out of Peter. He thought this was going to be a quiet shift....
"Another hour and a half sir." Anika called back.
"Nothing on sensors Mr. Lockhart?" the 'Commander asked Peter without turning back to look at him.
"Only some menacing-looking spacedust sir." Peter said, checking his console again. 'Commander Peterson turned to look at him and raised both eyebrows in question. "No sir. Nothing on sensors." Peter corrected quickly. The 'Commander turned back around again and Peter took the opportunity to slump against his arch for another quick rest. He could tell it was going to be a looooooong shift.
It was one of those days, deep inside the bowels of the security office. Deep down inside, James was feeling bummed out. He did not know whether it was his thoughts on the futility of life, or the cruelty of the universe, or even the fact that nobody liked him, he knew he felt worse about today than most other days. Today seemed to drag on for all eternity. Nothing even happened on his shift, not even an unruly officer to restrain. More rumors gathered on to him. He was a magnet for rumors because of his deep introversive personality. He never talked to anyone unless necessary, which made him feel even more depressed.
“Maybe it’s because all of these depressing thoughts caught up with me.” He wondered.
Ensign Corgan did remember a time when he broke the rule of self-silence. It was in the counselor’s waiting room, almost a couple of weeks back. He nearly talked to not only one, but also two other officers who were waiting to get their heads examined by the counselors. That day, he did not feel like talking to people, even though deep inside he wanted to try it.
Now he was paying for it. There were no friends on the Galaxy, nobody to talk to except shrinks, and nothing to really strive. It was as if life became futile itself. He asked himself how it has come to this. A million answers assaulted him repeatedly.
“Maybe it’s the fact that you’re near the old front lines. Remember the Thunderchild? This was it's old stomping grounds.”
“Maybe you do have feeling for Ensign Sotek, but can’t seem to tell her?”
“What if it’s your adrenaline levels?”
“Do you need a date?”
“Perhaps it because you haven’t punched Lt Marx in the face?”
“Why don’t you just suck it up and move on?”
“What’s your excuse? There’s people who have it worse?”
“I bet you it’s because you still haven’t got a promotion, because you’re such a basketcase!”
“Awwww… boo hoo!”
“Can it be… your parents who lost their lives on the Odyssey?”
“Does the wormhole really mess with your head?”
“Maybe it’s because you haven’t phasered yourself in the head like you’ve promised yourself?”
“You feel sorry for those two women that you saw at the counselor’s office.”
“Pixie girls a screw-up just like you. Maybe you want to start a reject’s group?”
“Hell, so is Gigantor! You want to talk to her?”
“I heard the anti matter drives in starships scatter people’s brains. Is that what’s happening?”
“Gobba gobba HEY! Gobba gobba HEY! D.U.M.B, everyone’s accusing me!”
Ensign Corgan banished the thoughts in his head. That is why he kept so busy; it was because all of his thoughts were out to get him. He had to bury himself in work or he would be overwhelmed in useless drivel caused by his conscience. He had to make it stop. He busied himself in whistling a tune of a song that he knew. It was old, and sung by an ancient band called “The Ramones”. He then added the lyrics.
““Gobba gobba HEY! Gobba gobba HEY! D.U.M.B, everyone’s accusing… me?” He suddenly stopped. It was one of the meaningless sentences in his mind when he started thinking. He instantly stopped, knowing that this was enough to make wonder if he was sane.
“I’ve got to start drinking heavily, but what’s the point when there’s only synthahol?” He muttered forlornly.
He sat at his desk, filling out a report. It was enough to keep him busy for at least a little while. It was then, outside of the security office’s window, he say one of the most beautiful sights to see in the galaxy. It was the Bajoran wormhole.
“The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe” defined the Bajoran wormhole as one thing, “Utterly breathtaking!”. As the Galaxy entered, it opened up in a beautiful mix of color and sound. It was as if a lotus flower opened up to receive the spring sunshine. It was one of the galaxy’s most beautiful flowers, always going in bloom whenever something passed by. Ensign Corgan was done his report, and he did his duties ahead of schedule. Lt.Commander Savat would be pleased. With everything done, Ensign Corgan kept himself busy once again, tapping a lyric into his personal PADD.
“Like a lotus, it bloomed. A beauty in dark unforgiving space.” He whispered as he tapped it in. He put away the PADD and watched the spectacle. After all, the wormhole was one of the few things that ever made him look up to it in awe anymore.
***
The station was just as he remembered it. As Jonathan Drake walked through the large circular opening from the Docking Ring he recognized the smells and sounds of the place. It was one of the most exotic ports of call in the sector. Deep Space Nine. He didn't know a single Starfleet officer who hadn't heard of the place, especially after the Dominion War. It had been at the center of most of the war.
John didn't know the station during the war. He couldn't tell if there was a difference with the disappearance of the Emissary. Perhaps there was. Perhaps not. He couldn't bring himself to ask one of the Bajorans. He had only been on the station a total of six times, but it definitely left its impact.
The Cardassian construction was evident. There wasn't much that could be done about the style. He was certain the engineers could have if they had the resources. Though, it did seem to fit the station. With the cross-section of the galaxy wandering the place, to make it look like a standard Starfleet starbase would seem wrong.
John hefted his duffel and started out toward the lifts. He'd received his temporary housing before getting off the runabout. The lift was waiting when he arrived and it quickly took him to the habitat ring.
The room was standard for DS9, not that John knew what the standard rooms were like. He'd never stayed on the station. He'd always been here with the Venture, and he'd always returned to his quarters after a game of darts, a holosuite, or a game of Dabo.
A pair of voices from down the corridor caught his attention, one was a Trill woman with medical colors and the other an African American man. They were discussing a recent trip to Bajor the man had taken. John nearly ran into a wall was he stared at the woman. She smiled and he felt himself turning red. He waved and continued down the corridor, glancing back as they disappeared down the other direction.
John shook his head and laughed. She's probably got someone, he told himself. And, you're not staying.
He finally found his quarters and let himself inside. After stowing his gear, he opted to visit the Promenade.
***
The bar was empty. Not a soul other than himself. Well, except for the Vulcan behind the bar, but the bartender never counted when you were gauging how many people were in a bar. How long would the guy stay in business? Especially with the business the Ferengi across the Promenade was running.
"Shall I retrieve another beer for you, sir?" the Vulcan asked.
John Drake shook his head. "No," he said, "I'm fine for now." He slid his credit chip across the counter.
The Vulcan bartender picked it up and disappeared back back behind the bar.
"Venture transfer, right?"
John looked up. A man with salt and pepper hair was approaching. He was wearing a security uniform and walked with a slight limp. Beneath an unkempt goatee he was smiling.
"That's right," John said. "Used to be a flight control officer there. Waiting for my ride."
"Name's Kurtwood," the man said, extending his hand. "Lt. Alexander Kurtwood. I used to run on the Venture. Transferred over to the Odyssey-A about a year ago. We've been working on establishing supply lines with some of the outlying revitalized Cardassian colonies. You should see Chintoka these days. Big difference, my friend."
John laughed. "I've never been to Chintoka," he said. "I was over on Andoria during the war. Well, not on. Around and about mostly. We got to pull down a few wayward freighters though."
Kurtwood belted out a laugh and snapped his fingers toward the bartender. The Vulcan nodded and began preparing a beer.
"You missed some amazing action," he said.
John looked him over for a moment. "So, how'd you know I was off the Venture?"
"You have the look about you," Kurtwood said. "And, I saw your name listed on the manifest. Computers on this barge aren't as sophisticated as Starfleet standard, but they can find an individual with a communicator."
John laughed. "I imagine so," he said. "How long you been here?"
"Well, Odyssey's been stationed here for about three months now. So, I get aboard DS9 at least once a week. More if I can manage. You're a first timer, aren't you?"
John shook his head. "No," he said. "I've been here a few times. Venture's been posted at 375, so we were in the neighborhood."
Kurtwood nodded as the Vulcan brought over the beer. He took it, drained half, and slammed it down on the table. "375's a nice post. Haven't served there myself, but I know it's a good one. Couple of crewmates on the Odyssey are former 375'ers."
John laughed. "It wasn't quite as exotic as DS9, but it was nice."
"So, where you headed?"
John looked up and smiled. "USS Galaxy."
Freshly showered (that holoprogram had been quite a workout), Elaithin strode into 10 Forward, quite starved for lunch.
Problem was, there didn't seem to be a place to sit.
Rose sit near the window looking out into the stars, she have alot of things on her mind, her job, her boyfriend, the death of one of her bestfriends. Then she sighs alittle then when back to drinking her wine since she was off duty for now.
As a matter of fact, except for one science officer, every table seemed to be full. Ah well, Elaithin thought, maybe it's not a bad thing to get to know some of the newere officers on the ship. He approached the table, and spoke loud enough so she'd hear in the noisy room.
"I know it sounds like a line, Lieutenant, but is this seat taken?" he asked, grinning.
Rose laughs alittle, "Go ahead please join me."
"Don't mind if I do," Jii said, waving a quick hand at Door to signal a waiter. "Lieutenant Elaithin Jii, Security. And you?"
"Lieutenant Rose Isis MacAllen Science Officer, I minor in Security at the Acdemy." she said grining at him.
"Hmmn, smart, and she knows how to shoot a phaser. Not bad." he remarked.
Rose smiled, " Plus royalty I'm the Countess of Betazed."
Jii raised his eyebrows at that. He placed his order with the waiter, and turned backto Rose. "Royalty too, eh? Now I am impressed. And not to mention a little intimidated."
Rose drinks her wine down, "I never intimidated nobody sir."
"Sir? Ah, come on, Lt. I'll drop ranks if you do."
Rose grins at him, "Fine you can call me Rose or Isis, Isis is my middle name."
"Jii's mine. So you're a Betazoid, hunh? What's it like being a telepath?" he asked.
"It have it good and bad sides to it Jii." Rose said as she looks out into the stars.
Elaithin sense it was a bit of a sore topic - or a touchy one, and changed it. "So what's a girl like you doing with a minor in Security?"
"We I love to shoot things." Rose said joking at the young Bajoran.
Elaithin grinned at that. "That's a reason, I suppose. Have you ever though of transferring to the Security Department?"
"No, I don't think I would be any good. I love Science." Rose said with a smile, while blushing.
"Nothing wrong with that. Starfleet certainly needs scientists. I used to be in ops - one of my hobies is Starship Design, actually."
"Nothing wrong with that. Starfleet certainly needs scientists. I used to be in ops - one of my hobies is Starship Design, actually."
"Really, that very neat, so have any good friends around on the ship." Rose asked.
"Lt. Mike O'Grady, Lt. Cdr. T'Zaq. Lt. Seth Zonheib....that's about it as far as my close friends that are still on the ship. Most of them aren't here anymore." Jii replied. "You?"
"I have a boyfriend who an helmsman, Lt Com Jake Olson, Lt Eric Odin, Ensign Anika Crowe, Lt jg Drake Tarsonis, Lt Com Dallas and Lt Adrian An'quinsos so you see mostly my friends are men." the young Betazoid said.
"That's quite a list." he replied. "Well, you can add Lt. Elaithin Jii to that last as well." he said, pushing his finished plate away from him. "Damn. I have a meeting with the Chief in five minutes. I've got to go. It was good meeting you, Rose."
"You too we have to do it again soon Jii bye have a nice day." Rose said with a smile then sighs alittle.
"Oh, definately." he replied.
A boyfriend, he though. Damn.
"Elaithin Jii, Vampire Hunter"
Standing outside of Holodeck Seven, Lt. Elaithin waited patiently for O'Grady to show up. The meeting in Security had ended, he had an appointment with Lt. Cdr. Savat after lunch, and he wasn't due on duty until Beta Shift. So, here he was, waiting for one Lieutenant Michael O'Grady.
Then his commbadge beeped.
[O'Grady to Elaithin.]
He slapped his commbadge. "Elaithin here. You're late, Mike."
["I know buddy, and I'm sorry. But something came up - Raincheck, allright?"] Mike said.
"That's fine, Mike. But you're missing a great program. Elaithin out."
With that, Elaithin activated the program, and strode into the holodeck. He was dressed in a long, black leather trench coat, black slacks, and a brown t-shirt. A shoulder rig holding a firearm known as a "9mm Beretta" was secured under his left armpit for a cross-draw. Mirrored shades completed the outfit. He stepped into late 20th Century St. Louis, Earth.
Though it wasn't the Earth of historical record. This was an earth where vampires and werewolves, necromancers and faires were all very real.
And in the United States, as of five years ago, very legal citizens. Elaithin pulled a note from his jacket pocket. "Ania Blake, Animator's, Inc. She can help you - Edward." was all the note said.
So, off to find one Anita Blake.
*** 2265: El-Auria ***
"Mr. President, Mrs. An'quinsos, the Orioni't'hazi has left the system."
A look of hope flashed upon their faces as Colonel Duran spoke those words. It meant that at least four of her children would be safe from these venomous creatures.
Both Presidents', their wives, and a skeleton staff were at the Capitol, waiting for imminent destruction to come. They had chosen to stay behind, directing whatever remaining forces they had left to launch a seemingly hopeless counter attack against the Borg Onslaught.
Already, other ships, from transport vessels to simple freighters were leaving the system as fast as their engines would allow. A mixture of panic, and above all, fear could be felt across the planet. Many years earlier, a small El-Aurian freighter encountered the Borg. From the reports leading up to their deaths, the Borg were surprisingly unsuccessful in assimilating them into their collective.
Since then, they were closing in on the Ancient Listener Homeworld. Just a week prior, they had completely obliterated the Shagren and Hesriel Systems. This was immediately followed by the Novac, Inri, Kaeine, and Nussian Systems, followed by twelve minor systems. It seemed as if something or rather someone had directed them on a path of destruction, with one of the most ancient and beautiful jewels of the Milky Way Galaxy as its' prime target.
"They've broken through our outer defenses near Thorana." Colonel Duran reported. Looks of dread filled the room. Thorana was but the fifth planet in their system.
"How many survived?" Salyavin questioned.
"None sir. All forty ships were destroyed."
A deafening silence filled the room, only to be interrupted by President Spandrell. "Damn!" He shouted. "There are still ships taking off! We'll never be able to get everyone off the surface in time."
"Those ships that escape, will scatter our legacy to the farthest corners of the Universe." Salyavin began. "Let us at least take comfort in that."
A frantic young El-Aurian female rushed into the large office with a horrified expression upon her face. Her look needed not be interpreted. "They're here!" She said, almost crying.
A thick silence permeated the room. Then, as if on cue, a voice that seemed to be composed of a million people permeated the room with a sickening dread. "WE ARE THE BORG. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. YOU WILL BE DESTROYED."
It was an uncomforting change to the usual 'you will be assimilated' slogan that they seemed to have so greatly perfected. At least they would be alive in some form or fashion, but El-Aurian biology wouldn't allow that either! It was a frightening paradox that left a terrible price to pay.
"There… there may still be time." The young El-Aurian said with a trembling voice. "There's a ship near in the main docking bay, the Lakul which hasn't left yet."
Both Salyavin and Spandrell look over at there wives and demanded simultaneously "Go!"
"We're not leaving you here to die by the hands of these butchers!" Reena rebottled.
"You're even more crazier than I thought if you expect me or rather US to abandon you to the hands of these murderous butchers!"
"Colonel Duran!" Salyavin yelled at the top of his lungs. He entered quickly. "Kindly escort our wives to the Lakul, and hurry!"
Before they left, each of the Presidents gave their wives their wedding rings, as was the custom for El-Aurian men at their death (Which even for them wouldn't come any time soon, if not for this outside force that is.) They exited the Capitol, both wives seemingly furious and frightened at the same time, held only together by the strength that composed their being.
Nearing the Lakul, they paused on a second to look up. The metallic cube was visible, hovering ominously over the planet's surface. Thos ships that had escaped, were either caught in tractor beams or destroyed on sight. Those captured, transferred everything they had to weapons, and let loose a massive volley of firepower in hopes that the diversion would give other ships time to escape form this indomitable enemy
"Quickly my ladies, inside!"
"Duran," They halted as Daenara spoke. "You have served our Homeworld well. I will never forget your bravery and your love for our people. Tell our husbands that we love them." She paused as her voice was almost choked in tears. "Tell them, that we shall see each other again."
"Yes ma'am." He replied as a tear slowly descended down the right side of his cheek.
Stepping back, he cleared the Lakul for departure. Sailing into the atmosphere, she was almost destroyed by a Borg energy beam before entering maximum warp…
Stepping back, he cleared the Lakul to go, saluted as she sailed into the atmosphere, entering maximum warp as soon as they cleared the atmosphere, almost destroyed by a Borg energy bolt…
*** 2294: Alpha Quadrant ***
She laughed for joy as she stood at one of the many silver-sanded beaches on El-Auria. The rays of the El-Aurian sun radiated softly upon her face as she danced lively across the surf. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned around, and was met by Salyavin, and all seven of her children, as they laughed and played on the beach. Salyavin approached her with one of the softest looks a male humanoid could ever possess, and softly kiss her.
"You said we'd meet again my love, and we have…"
"Come on mom," Eldred replied from the water. "Race you!"
"Alright you!" She called out. "Time to prove once and for all…"
*FLASH*
The dazed El-Aurian woman looked around at her new surroundings with other El-Aurians, dazed like her. Clearing her head, she wanted to scream. The touch was so real. She could feel the warmth of the mate that had been with her for nearly 6,500 years in her arms once again, her children together again, ripped from her.
"Reena… Reena…" She began to call out. Reena was the youngest of three in there family. Before her parents passed away into the next world, she had promised her parents that she would look after her. She frantically scanned the Cargo Bay then began sobbing. Reena was gone.
"I have to get back, I have to get back!"
She looked over to a man near her, an El-Aurian male. Tolian Soran, one of El-Auria's finest scientists, desperately frantic. His wife and children were killed by those butchers. Before she knew it, he was tranquilized. She shook her head in sorrow, vowing to go on no matter the cost.
*** 2367: Location- Vulcan ***
A tall female Humanoid stood outside in the intense sun, smiling for the first time in years. The rays danced across her blonde hair, and seem to cause her deep blue eyes to glow intensely amidst the harsh light. She was still an impressively beautiful woman to behold, causing the Non-Vulcan students upon initial contact.
It had been a little over a century since she'd heard anything from her children. It was a large Galaxy, and for that matter, a large Universe. However, she never gave up hope or for that matter, the search. Something inside told her that they were close by…
She was a highly respected Political History Professor at a respected Vulcan Science Academy, for over seventy years.
When the Academy Dean first met her, he was impressed, to be standing before a woman of her caliber, a former President's wife, and a member of a race that chronicled history throughout the galaxy when even the Bajoran civilization was in its infancy. Even her incredible age spoke meaningless words. He could tell that she had a highly disciplined mind, and was fascinated to find himself not able to sense even a trailing surface thought.
"Professor An'quinsos."
The smiling El-Aurian turned around to see a Betazoid teenager of about 18 approaching her with a worried look. "Have you heard the latest news from Starfleet?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"They've amassed an enormous fleet near Wolf 359 to stop an attack form the Borg."
"The… Borg." Her face grew pale and expressionless. "Anything else?"
"As we speak, they've engaged them."
*** 4 Days Later ***
Professor Daenara sat comfortably in her office as she read the latest news. As she continued to read, something inside told her to look up the Battle of Wolf 359. She tapped it in, and a list of ships, listed alphabetically, with the name of their Commanding Officer that had been there came up. Her eyes began scanning the ships intently.
'A… B… C… D… E… F… G…'
An extremely loud and mournful wail was heard seconds later throughout most of the building. The faculty there ran into the room, to find Daenara with her head down on the desk sobbing uncontrollably.
There, by the ship's name: Captain Sonia An'quinsos- Deceased.
*** Amidst Dominion War: San Francisco ***
Earth, of all places to be. It didn't bother her. Classes were over for a duration of four weeks, and she wanted to see the planet completely. The last time she actually visited Earth was during the days of the ancient Chinese Dynasties, then later when Alexander the Great seemed to have 'conquering fever,' as he tried to conquer the known world.
She was impressed how things had changed, and how civilized such a primitive species as they had become. Daenara was becoming particularly amused at the looks she was getting. Her imperial-like aura, combined with her radiant beauty gave her an ethereal like appearance.
However, the humanoid female had other things on her mind. She had discovered much to her relief, that some of her children had survived the destruction of their Homeworld, and were currently located on Betazed. Another bit of information on the data files indicated that her youngest child was on a ship known as the Andromeda.
"When does the next shuttle to Betazed leave?" She asked the flight coordinator.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but haven't you heard the news?"
"News?"
"The latest report form the frontlines are that Betazed was captured by the Dominion."
Her intense ferocious look caused the man to step back. She wasn't about to got through this again. "Now you listen here and you listen good," She began. "It's been over a century since I've seen my children!" She began advancing towards him as he arose from his seat and began stepping back. "I've had to endure the loss of my husband, my sister, and then my daughter!" He audibly gulped as he found himself in a corner. "And now, I finally have a chance to be reunited with my children, and you tell me that some insignificant thing like the Dominion has BARED MY WAY?"
"Uh… yes… yes… ma'am…"
"I have traveled the galaxy, seen things that would terrify and fascinate you beyond belief, and lived to tell about it, and I'M NOT LEAVING HERE UNTIL YOU TELL THERE'S A WAY TO GET TO THAT PLANET!"
"Ma'am."
The Humanoid female turned around with reddened eyes. Before her stood three security and a high-ranking officer before her. All four of them had to kind of look up at the towering woman, whom commanded respect by her mere presence alone.
"I'm Admiral Ross. What seems to be the problem?" By what he could discern, she wasn't very impressed, in fact, she gave him a look that bordered between annoyed and raging hell-fire.
"I'm Daenara An'quinsos, Professor of Political Science at a Vulcan Science Academy. I've came here to board a shuttle heading for Betazed, but he," She directed everyone's attention to the flight controller, whom shrank back behind his desk. "Tells me that some insignificant species of scum as decided to take control of the very planet my children just happen to be on. Is this true?"
He gave her a double look. It was obvious she was neither Human nor Vulcan, and she certainly wasn't a Betazoid. Then it suddenly struck him. There was a 4,000-year-old cadet that graduated in the early twenty-fourth century, only to be killed at Wolf 359. 'Daughter? No, more like… mother!' "Madam, let me assure you, we are doing everything we can to rectify that situation…"
"Like?" Her eyes visibly flashed crimson before returning deep blue.
"I'm sorry ma'am, that's classified."
"Very well." She calmly stated. "Do you have any ideas as to at least on the location of specific ships? Like perhaps, the USS Andromeda."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but we have so many ships defending the Federation, that it would take months finding where they all are." He paused. "If I do find any information on this ship, I'll let you know."
"Thank you Admiral, you've been most… helpful." She replied.
He bowed. "The pleasure was mine Mrs. An'quinsos."
As she walked out, he thought. 'I see where the daughter got both her temper and good looks!'
*** 2377: Betazed- Guardian City, Present Day ***
She had arrived. A mixture of joy and anticipation could be freely sensed by any Betazoid within a mile of the El-Aurian female. She didn't care, rather allowing it, and only it to radiate from her mind.
"Excuse me," She asked one of the Betazoid passengers who had ridden with her. "Do you happen to know of a Kailen or Jaina An'quinsos?"
"Uh… I know of Kailen An'quinsos ma'am, but Jaina An'quinsos I don't." He stopped as he saw the downtrodden look on the woman. "However, you might be thinking of Jaina Norana. They're both Professors at Betazed University."
"Really!" She replied. "Well… do you know of an Adrian An'quinsos?"
"No ma'am, I can't say that I do."
"Thank you." She said with a cheerful smile.
Since it was nearing evening, Daenara decided to stay at a local inn, before she went to her children. That night, she barely slept, thinking constantly about her three kids…
*** The University of Betazed ***
The Halls of Betazed distantly reminded her of her old University days. Except, that in those days, she was the 'leader of the pack,' with a reputation at the University of El-Auria for being the toughest girl on campus.
Several students, mostly Betazoids, gave her a double look, not because of her appearance, but because she was unreadable, making some of them uncomfortable. Finally, one them came up to her and spoke.
"Excuse me ma'am, can I help you with something?"
"Yes, I was wondering if you could direct me to the office of either Professors An'quinsos or Norana?"
"Why yes ma'am, just take the elevator up one more level. As it opens, you'll see a hallway full of doors. Professor An'quinsos' room is three doors down. Professor Norana's is one door down from his."
"Thank you!"
The elevator ride wasn't fast enough. Even after a seven thousand years, El-Aurians automatically recognize their parents, and visa versa. It was a strong mental bond felt between parent and child, that went beyond all words, and was usually prevalent in all races, that allowed this to be. She had so many thoughts in her mind. What would she say…
A knock was heard at the door of Kailen's office. "Come in."
'Well, here goes.'
Kailen patiently watched as the door slowly opened. Time seemed stopped around him as he dropped his padd. There, in the room stood *her.* His jaw trembled as he arose from the desk and approached her.
Daenara wanted to speak, but she was too choked with tears to even say 'hello.'
Nearing her, he could smell that sweet fragrance that made her so familiar. Her face was still as radiant as ever, and her dark-blonde hair still extended several niches past her lower back. Her deep-blue eyes radiated a love that only a mother could give.
"Mom?"
She nodded as tears streamed down her eyes. Before anyone could take away this wonderful dream, Kailen hugged her tightly, and never so lovingly as he did now. They both started crying as Jaina entered the room, hearing the commotion in her brother's office.
"What in the…" She breathed in suddenly as her face turned pale. "Momma!" she exclaimed, running over to hug the woman whom they thought lost to them over 110 years ago.
"My babies, my babies," She repeated.
The door slowly closed as both children hugged their mother intensely.
"What is Gailyn up to these days?" Lexi asked Zerhi as she sat on the stool.
"Well, at first, he was going to settle down, but instead decided against it. Currently, my brother's the Ten-Forward Host on the USS Melbourne."
"If you ever see him, tell him to come and see us sometime!" "Sure thing Lexi. However, I imagine he'll be here soon anyway." She motioned to the necklace that hung about her neck.
Lexi moved closer, to read the engraving. On the back was inscribed: 'From- He That Looks to the Sea; To- She Who makes the Stars Her Home. May her inner light continue to radiate for all the Universe to see.' "Congratulations!" She exclaimed, hugging the tall El-Aurian female. "Oh, I can't wait to tell Door, he'll be so happy!"
"Adrian's was thinking about maybe having it on the Holodeck. He wants to recreate the scene from..."
"My name is Rose Isis MacAllen, I know your husband to be." said the young Countess of Betazed.
Zerhi glanced at her and smiled. Her naturally beautiful looks and physical features suggested she had to be Betazoid. The El-Aurian female smiled as she extended her hand.
"It's nice to meet you Rose." She said as they shook hands.
"I'll leave you to ladies alone." Lexi replied as she went to the back to get something.
"Have you known Adrian long?" She asked, motioning her to have a seat
"About as long I be posted here on the Galaxy, he was at my royal birthday party last September on Betazed." Rose said as she sits down.
"Ah yes, he told me about that. He said it was quite an event." She began. "He said you looked very beautiful in your ball gown."
Rose smiles, "That a shock I was crying because I thought I wasn't beautiful, you're more beautiful then I am. At least your getting married I haven't seen my boyfriend in a while."
Then Rose looks down sad, thinking about her life, her career, and the very few friends she has on the Galaxy.
Zerhi notices and gives her a helping smile. "You are a very beautiful woman. Hey, take it from someone who knows! In addition, I'm sure you're boyfriend probably has something special planned for you. He's probably just too busy at this time to treat you out to some place special." She grins. "How Adrian does it is usually beyond me!"
"I don't know anymore ma'am." Rose told her.
Zerhi blushed with a small grin. The term 'ma'am wasn't something she heard very often, if not ever. El-Aurians of her and Adrian's age weren't called sir or ma'am until they reached an age of around 800. The El-Aurian female could sense "Just call me Zerhi. All my friends do."
"I have very few friends on this ship Zerhi, you know I'm the first in the Betazoid royal family to make my own dresses and outfits." Rose said with a grin.
"Impressive!" She began. "What types of dresses can you make?"
"Ball Gowns, dress suits, the ball gown I was wearing during my birthday I made it myself I have a book here if you like to look at them." Rose said with a little smile.
"Sure, that would be great. I might just ask you to make me something. If it's okay?"
"That be great ma'am, I mean...oh sorry." Rose said with a grin. Zerhi laughed. "Oh that's alright Rose! I can tell right now we're going to be great friends!"
"I hope so Zerhi it would mean allot to me." Rose said with a smile then give her the book to look at with the clothes she made.
Hot air rolled around on the sand and Seth rolled over on his new rock. His spine emitted a cracking sound as it curved over the surface. Green stomach exposed to the hot air the Gorn when back to sleep.
He had a few days off to heal from the last mission and Seth fully planned on staying here. His reptillian regeneration had already hidden the scar on his leg under new scales.
An hour later the Gorn was disturbed by the door chime. "Go away." Seth grumbled.
"Is that anyway to treat an old friend?" the voice was familiar but didn't ring any bells. Seth didn't have any friends so the person at the door must be lying.
"If you were my friend you'd know I don't want to be disturbed." The gorn argued. "Go Away."
"Now I'm hurt don't you miss your old pal Elaithin Jii?" The voice became familiar and Seth remembered the bajorian that had never spoken to him before.
"What do you want?" The gorn still hadn't moved from his rock.
"I thought you could come for a drink with Mike and I." Jii said. "Catch up on old times."
If Jii really was Seth's friend he'd know the gorn didn't just hang out and drink at the bar. "Besides." The lieutenants voice argued. "I brought you an appetizer."
Curiosity got the better of the gorn and he ordered the door to open. Jii was carrying a small case but stopped and averted his eyes. "Shouldn't you put some clothes on?"
The Gorn's green scales covered anything considered 'private' but he rolled over for the man's benifit. "What is it?" Seth looked at the patch of brown fur in the cage.
"Bajorian ground digger." Jii said "Kind of like an earth badger."
"Thank you." The gorn placed the cage down and thought twice about eating the snack now. "All Right. One drink but I'm having water."
Lt Seth Zonhieb, Gorn Security Officer
Peter strode nervously onto the bridge of the Galaxy. He'd been summoned to the Captain's ready room and dreaded to think what was about to happen to him. The best he could think of was being given some sort of assignment to complete. The worst tended to involve space walking with a space suit.
He tapped briefly on the door chime and waited until a voice from inside said 'Enter'.
Peter stepped inside and saw Captain Price sitting at his desk and Lieutenant Richeson stood nearby. Peter's heart sank. This was *not* going to be an assignment......
"Ensign, come in, 'mate." the Captain replied warmly. *If you're going to shoot a man, you might as well do it civilly.* Peter thought as he stepped inside and stood to attention.
"Reporting as ordered sir." Peter said.
"At ease 'mate." Price ordered, and held up a PADD. "I see here you've asked that you be issued with a phaser during your duty shift. Care to explain why we need another officer with a phaser on the bridge?"
Peter relaxed a little. This had nothing to do with his performance at all, merely his request for a phaser. He wasn't fully prepared for this, but tried to come up with some convincing arguments anyway. "Well sir... I suppose it's lots of reasons really." he started.
"Firstly, having served in Security for over a year, I feel a little bit lost without a phaser by my side sir..." he started.
"That's hardly a good reason for one." Price countered.
"No sir... but there is more." he continued. "Secondly, at present, there is only one officer on the bridge regularly armed and that's the Security officer. Much as we may not like it sir, but space isn't the jolly happy place we'd like it to be. It's far too easy for anyone with a bit of skill or better technology to get onto the bridge, perhaps via subspace transporters or something else, kill the Security Officer and take the entire bridge crew hostage." Peter reasoned. "Starfleet may be exploration first and military second, but taking reasonable steps to ensure the safety of the bridge crew doesn't mean throwing away all that the Federation stands for, sir."
Captain Price nodded. "You make a convincing argument Ensign." Looking over at Lieutenant Richeson, the General asked, "And what has the Lieutenant said of your desire to carry a sidearm while on duty?"
Though the Captain was looking at Lieutenant Richeson, his question and tone made it obvious he was speaking to Peter.
Peter swallowed, not wanting to admit his commanding officer had denied the request in the rather unproductive Tactical meeting he had held earlier. "The Lieutenant doesn't think it's necessary sir."
"Is that so 'mate?" Lee asked Richeson.
Tim raised his eyebrows as he began to speak. "Necessary? No I don't think it is. But my main problem was I didn't think you would agree, Captain." The chief tactical officer relaxed a bit and leaned agents the Generals desk. "But if you don't, Sir... Then I say let him.
"Well Tim, I don't mind. There is just one thing though. I don't like the idea of having a different uniform for one person. If Ensign Lockhart wears a side arm, the whole department does 'mate." Lee stated.
Richeson turned back to Peter. "Well then Ensign, does it mean that much to you? To make the whole department wear one?"
Peter suddenly considered his reply. He thought about all the flak that the others in the department might give him for making them wear phasers (and take training in the sidearm regularly) and was about to decline after all. Then he recalled why he'd originally brought the idea up.... to safeguard the bridge crew (and make himself feel happy). Starfleet wasn't all happy and nice. Sometimes officers had to do things they didn't agree with. "Yes sir. It's not a question of it meaning that much to me, it's more a question of the extra security provided to the bridge staff. I say make us all wear one, make us all take the training and I'll take all the flak that is sure to come my way shortly."
"Well then 'mate. Seems that's that." Lee said, before turning to Lieutenant Richeson. "Inform all tactical officers that when on bridge duty they must carry a phaser sidearm. I'll expect those not up to speed with a phaser to take security training and to maintain that standard." Lee said before continuing. "Also make sure to tell your staff that this idea originated from Ensign Lockhart. He can take any 'flak' that comes his way."
"Yes sir." Tim replied, and then both tactical officers nodded and departed from the ready room.
Lieutenant commander Surok stepped into the turbolift. "Deck twelve, section C," he instructed the computer. He felt a subtle shift of balance as the capsule plunged down through the Galaxy's saucer section.
He lifted the PADD in his hand and looked carefully at the images arrayed across its surface. Six grainy, two-dimensional images of native Decilians on a city street. The resolution of each image was poor. The images were gathered during the Dominion war by Starfleet agents under life-threatening conditions. Surok knew that better information on Decilians existed -- and certainly medical would have a significant amount of data as they worked to medically alter Commander Thomas's away team. However, these grainy intel images were their only clues to the common Decilian's clothing styles.
The 'lift stopped at deck twelve and the Vulcan stepped into the corridor. Crewman Izbeqi's quarters would be about fifteen meters forward of the turbolift shaft, Surok estimated. He walked around the bend in the corridor toward the bow of the Galaxy.
Petty Officer Sweswa Izbeqi Toe was the Galaxy's stores manager. He was a HiLoan, a race of small humanoids resembling Terran dwarves. His people had a reputation for semi-bipolar personalities. Izbeqi was no exception.
Surok activated the chime to the HiLoan's quarters. A somber voice spoke over the tiny comm panel, "come" it said. The door swished open quickly, as if eager for a visitor to deliver it from boredom. The Ops manager stepped inside and found himself in a darkened chamber decorated with large drapes of gauze and chiffon.
"Petty Officer Izbeqi?" he inquired. The diminutive stores manager was not to be seen among the swathes of cloth. He heard a shuffling noise from one corner.
A small man appeared, wearing an enlisted uniform with a red stripe. He stood erect at attention, with the most sullen expression on his face. "Crewman Izbeqi reporting, 'commander," he blurted with an unusual mixture of dreary enthusiasm.
Surok resisted his impulse to increase the lighting. "At ease, crewman. I have come with an assignment." He held out the PADD to the diminutive PO.
Izbeqi did relax when told to be at ease. He in fact adopted a slouch and a frown. He stepped forward and grasped the PADD, slowly removing it from the much taller man's hand. "What kind of assignment, sir?"
"Your Starfleet record," Surok explained, "indicates that you once were a member of a traveling entertainment troupe. You listed 'costume design' as an extracurricular skill on your Starfleet application."
The HiLoan man squinted at the blurry images on the PADD. "Yes, sir. I was a comic, high-wire artist, animal trainer and I made costumes for most of the other performers." In his depressive state he sounded anything but proud. "Can I ask what that has to do with these blurry pictures, sir?"
The Vulcan understood that Izbeqi was asking a rhetorical question. He explained the pictures, "Those are the only existing images of genuine Decilia VII clothing. We must create disguises based upon these images. Obviously, the image quality is too poor for our computers to generate a convincing imitation."
Sweswa Izbeqi Toe's mood began to lighten visibly. He found new challenges to be energizing. As he grew more interested, his voice raised in pitch and his eyes brightened. "These people, they're city dwellers? And men and women all dress very similarly..."
Lieutenant commander Surok agreed, "This appears to have been acquired in an urban setting. We understand that this society has a sizeable rural population as well."
The petty officer was absorbed by the PADD. "How many costumes, what sizes? How much time to I have?" The questions rolled out of the little man at full impulse.
"As soon as commander Thomas selects his away team, I will communicate the necessary details to you." Surok further explained, "Your timeframe is extremely limited..."
w/exert from "Stone of Tears"
Commander Thomas continued to watch over the bridge while the captain answered a call from Starfleet command about something. He missed being the one on the inside knowing every little detail there was to know about some mission that needed to be done. However he'd chosen to give that all up to move forward with his life and career, plus leave a statement about his philosophy on the way a department should be run, the right way.
"We need to assemble a small away team to escort a dignitary back to the ship. We will need to replicate native clothing and likely will need to enlist the talents of Doctor Maas in medical to disguise the away teams appearance to appear as Decilians." Captain Price explained.
"We are heading to the Decilia system in the Gamma quadrant then sir?" Chris asked.
"Aye Commander. Once we enter the wormhole, we need to maintain radio silence. Our mission is to retrieve a dignitary from Decilia VII and return her to Bajor to attend some treaty negotiations with the Federation." Captain Price explained.
"I understand sir. I will get to work assembling a small team. Can I assume this dignitary knows we are coming for her sir?" Commander Thomas asked.
Lee smiled, "Aye Commander. No grab and run missions this time around."
"Very good sir. It just makes a difference on whom I select is all. If you'll excuse me, I'll see to selecting the officers for the mission and getting their disguises taken care of Captain." Chris stated, standing from his station.
"Carry on 'mate. Six hours to the wormhole, then another couple once we are through. That gives roughly eight hours or so I estimate."
"That should be plenty of time sir. Unless these Decilians are very different then ourselves." Chris commented.
Lee reached out and handed a padd to Commander Thomas.
Chris took it and activated the display, viewing what a Decilian's appearance was like. The Commander winced when he realized that the Decilians must be a cousin race to the Cardassians. "I see the Doctor will have his work cut out for him sir. I'll get right on assembling a team."
"Fair dinkum 'mate. Keep me updated on your progress."
*****
Commander Thomas left the bridge to work in his office on selecting officers for the away team. If this was one the fly sort of thing then he'd have just selected officers right there, but they had time so he wanted to research things a bit further. Since the Decilians must be a cousin race of the Cardassians, it only made since he look for people who could speak Cardassian if needed.
Also since they were a people ruled by a female leader he felt that it would also make sense to include qualified female officers on the mission. This was his second away mission as first officer on the galaxy, but not his first in selecting people for missions. However that was a completely different story one form the past.
The more he studied the Decilians the more he realized just how much work Dr. Mass would have to do, if he was to make them look native to the planet or region.
'Now I just have to figure out who's going to be most suited for this mission.' the commander thought to himself, since they would be undergoing a face lift for the mission. He knew he could handle such a requirement, but who else.
'Savat' could handle the assignment, his logic might present a problem. However he was sure the 'commander could adjust to the Decilians for the duration of the mission. Which made his job that much easier, but still he needed to fill out the group. Five people, plus himself should be sufficient and it keep the away team small.
Chris entered his office after making the short trip from the bridge.
Commander Thomas reviewed the mission specs one last time and then committed himself to an away team unit. Savat, Elaithin Jii, Karvan Dallas, Drake and either Kahn Nilani or Electra Reece. They would make up the mission team to visit and escort a dignitary from Decilia VII back to the ship. From there they would then make their way back to Deep Space 9 for some meeting.
Now that he was convinced of how he was going to pull for this mission, he needed to contact them and the CMO. Dr. Jeral Maas would have his work cut out for him as he would have to preform cosmetic surgery to make them look like they belong there.
"Commander Thomas to Commander Maas." Chris said tapping his combadge.
"Commander Maas here sir."
"Commander I am going to be bring an away team down to see you for cosmetic surgery." Chris said. "I am sending you a picture of what you're up against."
"I will take a look at it and begin planning for surgery. Do you know who's going on the mission?" the doctor inquired.
"I am finishing that up now, doctor. I will drop by with the list shortly." Chris said.
"Aye sir, see you then. Dr. Maas out."
Commander Thomas returned his focus to contacting those officer's who were going on the away mission. He decided that instead of spending any more time on making the cut, he just choose who he felt would get the job done. "Commander Thomas to Lt. Commander Savat, Lt. Elaithin Kii, Counselor Karvan Dallas, Lt. Drake and Lt. Kahn Nilani, please report to sickbay at once."
Commander Thomas departed his office having signaled who would be on the away team and where to meet up with him. They all had to see Dr. Maas about getting a face lift.
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"Hmmmm"
Elaithin was just walking out of another session in the holdeck, this time giving some Ensigns some hand-to-hand combat skills in Nausicaan Martial Arts. The the call came.
["Commander Thomas to Lt. Commander Savat, Lt. Elaithin Kii, Counselor Karvan Dallas, Lt. Drake and Lt. Kahn Nilani, please report to sickbay at once."]
"On my way, Commander." Elaithin replied.
I wonder what this is all about. Hmn. Six people, various fields and specialties, summoned by the XO to sickbay.
To Elaithin, that meant one thing: Away duty on a planet they'd have to blend in. Jii didn't know what the mission to Decilia was, but with this wrinkle, it got a lot more interesting.
He was pondering the possibilities when he entered Sickbay.
A JOINT POST BY:
Ensign Rebecca von Ernst let her light form flop wearily into the plush contours of her Lounge Chair.
~~Ouch~~ her body protested from the abuse as the recently aquired bumps and bruises announced the fact they were not pleased with the treatment.
~~Oh hush~~ she silenced her aches and pains. ~~It wasn't my idea to try to run an advanced Physical fitness Program on the Holodeck..You're the one who is out of shape~~
Her sore body ignored her chiding and went off into a dark corner of her mind to sulk.
Meanwhile Rebcca closed her brown eyes and sunk deeper into the cushions. ~~So tired..~~
*************
Suddenly a chime at the door.
Rebecca's great brown eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she stared at the door. In all here years at Academy the only time anybody rang her door-chime was when they were coming by to take her more-popular roommate on a date. It was always for the OTHER girl. Nobody ever came to see Rebecca.
Now being in a single cabin Rebecca was so shocked she had to wait until the chime rang a second time before she rushed over and put her ear to the door.
"Who is it?" she asked nervously.
No reply but a third chime.
"Hello?" she called again, clutching the neck of her oversized fluffy-robe to her neck, "Who is there?"
Again no reply.
"Computer," she squeaked, now quite frightened, "Identify person outside of Ensign von Ernst's quarters."
[SUBJECT IS Lt JUNIOR GRADE KAHN NILANI]
"Oh, goodness," Rebecca gasped, realizing it was her friend from the Deck 2 Lounge earlier. Immediately she slid the door open to reveal a smiling Nilani wearing, a pair of short bike pants, bright pink in color, and a brief matching crop top which barely covered her breasts, her hair up in a plait.
The tall Engineering officer had a pair of portable Headphones in her ears from which Rebecca could faintly make out the blaring music of some popular band.
"Let me guess," Nilani said laughing, as she pulled the earphones off. "You've been standing at the door saying 'Who is it?' "
"I...I...I'm so sorry," Rebecca fumbled, ushering the taller woman inside, " I didn't realize you couldn't hear me."
"Forget it," Nilani said waving a dismissing hand, "I forgot I had my music on, my bad." Rebecca half smiled.
Eyeing the petite girl in her bathrobe Nilani took on a mischievious grin, "I see you're all cleaned up......good, let's get you changed, and I have a Holodeck program I think you'd like."
Blushing in spite of herself, Rebecca pulled the Robe even tighter about herself, while the shapely woman walked confidently over to her closet and threw it wide open.
"Lets see, " Nilani began sorting through Rebecca's wardrobe, "Uniform...uniform...uniform...dress-uniform...bathrobe.....housecoat....hou secoat.....pajamas......pajamas.... .housecoat.......Jeez Rebecca, don't you have anything FUN to wear?"
Still blushing the redhead could only scrunch her nose and shrug.
"Hmmmmm." Nilani pondered while tapping a fingernail against perfect white teeth. Then an even more mischievious grin crossed her lips......."I know just the thing" And with that turned to the replicator and replicated a pair of shorts, (nothing like the ones she was wearing) and a shirt with climbing shoes. "Come on let's go."
Nilani held out the items to her. "Go ahead and change. There's no one there but us."
Half recoiling as The pretty girl thrust out the clothes, Rebecca felt her ears burning. Half a dozen excuses not to go raced through her mind, but her jaw could only work silently. In the end Rebecca was more afraid to disappoint the prettier woman than to leave the safety of her cabin. Not daring to look into her eyes she accepted the outfit, thankful at least she wouldn't have to wear a halter top like her friend, being a little light in the bosom department.
Nilani rolled her eyes as Rebecca shyly retreated to the bathroom to change out of view, but didn't comment.
At Length, Nilani and Rebecca were walking side by side down the corridor towards one of the holodecks. Several members of the Galaxy community let their eyes wander appreciatively over Nilani's Statuesque curved form as they passed, and one even let out a low whistle.
Rebecca for her part was dreading how her thin pale legs were exposed beneath the hem of her baggy shorts. Reaching the holodeck ,Nilani inserted her program disk, and tapped out a few commands too quick for Rebecca to follow.
The two girls didn't speak until they were inside, the door closed behind them. Before them was a large winding mountain trail, and a collection of rock faces. Nilani bent over as she fit a safety harness around Rebecca's waist and handed her a pair of gloves. Picking up the rest of the safety rope And her own harness. "Have you ever done any climbing?" She asked, as she guided Rebecca along the trail towards the base of the rock.
Not quite comprehending Nilani's intent, Rebecca nodded and admitted she had climbed trees several times back in Minnesota, a reply which got smile in return.
Suddenly realizing the objective of the program, Rebecca leaned back to take in the view of the towering rock face before them.
"Oh noodles." Was all she could whisper.
Nilani chuckled, threading the safety rope through Rebecca's harness, then through her own, once she'd put it on. She dropped a helmet onto Rebecca's head and started doing up the strap.
"You won't fall, I won't let you, I'll go up a bit, then you follow using the footholds that I've used okay?" Nilani asked, checking and rechecking both of their gear. "There's no one else here, just the pair of us."
"Yeah," Rebecca muttered, "You, me and Gravity....."
Shaking her head The taller girl turned to attack the rock. Scanning the surface with a practiced eye she found the little lips and ledges that would aid in their ascent.
Rebecca waited a few moments while her partner began to climb, self consciously twiddling with the safety rope in her hand. Shading her eyes with her hand she looked up into Nilani's butt a few meters above her. "So what happens when I fall?"
"You're not....ugh," Nilani pulled herself up another notch, "...gonna fall. Honestly Rebecca, you're so little you'd probably float, now let's go."
Rebecca twiddled the rope a bit more, but could think of no other delaying tactics. With a gulp and a prayer she dug her thin fingers into the harsh surface of the rock.
~Ouch~ was her first thought.
Nilani moved up a set of footholds, and settled on a small ledge, so she could watch Rebecca. "Take it easy, feel the rock. It's alive, and it will tell you what it wants you to know. There's no rush, it's not a competition. It's like life, you'd gotta take time out and listen to what it's telling you. Pick up the clues and then go from there. People are like that as well. Just take your time Rebecca."
~~All this icky rock is trying to tell me is 'Get Off'~~ thought the redhead grimly.
For several minutes the girls moved up the face, Nilani, smooth and patient in her ascent.....Rebecca muttering "Ouch......ouch.......ouch........" Every time her hands dug into a new rocky fingerhold.
"Just feel the Rock." Nilani called.
"Ouch." Rebecca answered.
"Listen to what it tells you to do."
"Ouch."
"And check out that view," Nilani laughed, "Isn't it great?"
"Ouch.......ugh," Rebecca took one dizzying look at the ground far below, and fought a brief battle to maintain a hold on the rock and her dinner at the same time.
Nilani helped her up onto the second ledge, and let her admire the view. "Isn't it great. Now this is fantastic. So isn't this better than some nightclub, with a bunch of pawing guys?" she asked letting Rebecca get her breath back. "So how do you find the GALAXY?"
Panting, Rebecca wheezed the single word. "BIG", causing Nilani to chuckle.
"Do you have any favorite holodeck programs? You know we could make this a regular thing. What do you say?"
"Sure," Rebecca answered nervously, "I guess. I...I'm afraid I am not very good at creating holodeck simulations...........I used one to build a snowman once, but that's about it"
Nilani continued to climb the rock face, on the odd occasion she hammered in eyelets so the rope was able to go through. "Well I havn't seen snow since.." Nilani thought for a while.."Actually, I've never seen snow!"
She finally reached an overhang and felt on top of it for somewhere to hold. "I knew this one was going to get me stuck!" she looked around for something and knew the old fashioned way was going to have to be it. "Rebecca..." she called below "If I fall... you have the guide rope.... pull it down hard and it will act as a brake!"
Nilani focused as she used her strength, her arms display with the strain of gravity the awkward position and just about everything else showing as she used her upper body strength to pull herself ontop of the overhang. Then she pulled the less experienced Rebecca over it.
Nilani continued climbing "Well that was fun...." she looked down then to her watch "Well were 200 meters above ground level... another 100 to go.. then the easy way down!" She looked down at Rebecca "So... what was the Academy like for you?"
Rebecca exhaled sharply and heaved herself up to level with Nilani. "It was...ugh. .it was okay I guess. Typical cadet experience I suppose."
Resting for a minute, Rebecca leaned heavily against the rough granite face. Beads of perspiration dotted her brow, and her red hair was clinging wetly to her neck. "I...uh..specialized in Advanced Mathematics and Theory. Not much call for Rock-climbing in that curriculum."
Nilani smiled as she placed her foot in a hold and slipped "Boy I love when that happens!" Nilani said, her heat was racing "Nothing like a jump to your old system....... I was a docotor.... never had much time for things other than that but that changed soon enough!"
She felt a little pain from her lower leg, she knew instinctivly that it was cut.
From her position a little below Nilani, Rebecca saw the whole thing. "Oh noodles, Nil, you cut yourself."
A thin razor-red trail traced its way down the Engineers smooth calf. "M.m.maybe we should quit." Rebecca cast a nervous glance downwards.
"It's only a scratch.... if you get a chance I'll show you all my scars..." Nilani commented and finally reached the top. She turned and grabbed Rebecca by the arms, pulling her up onto the top of the rise.
"It's a beutiful sight isn't it!" she smiled as she moved over to where two black bags were laying on the ground. "Well, I suppose we better get down!" Nilani said with a smile.
Rebecca sighed and wiped her brow. "At last," she said "I was getting pooped.Computer End Progr..."
"No no no no!!" Nilani quickly hushed the smaller girl, preventing her from canceling the simulation. "You don't get out of it that easy. We take the elevator down."
"Elevator?" Rebecca raised a confused eyebrow.
Nilani merely nodded and hefted one of the bulky packs.
"Umm..I don't.." Rebecca began.
"Compute this equation Math-girl...A 95 pound body mass accelerated at 32 meters per second squared for a distance of a 300 meter climb."
"Bug splat." Rebecca answered quickly.
"Ah yes, but throw in the added equation of roughly 40 square meters of translucent fabric used as a braking mechanism in one standard atmosphere of pressure."
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE JOKING ME!" Rebecca blurted.
She laughed and turned rebecca around, sliding her arms into the backpack tightening the straps. She made sure the release cable was correct and smiled "Your ready to go... but hang on a second!" she bent down and picked up the second packpack. She strapped it on herself and slid the blue colored sun glasses over her eyes.
Trembling from the top of her crimson head to the bottom of her cute little toes, Rebecca peered over the side. Far far below her the ground spun in and out of focus as her equilibrium fought against what she was about to do with every fiber of her being.
~~This is the biggest....most steaming hot.....incredibly huge pile of NOODLES I have ever gotten myself into!!~~ she thought.
Turning around swiftly she started to back out. "Look Nil...I....uh....Dont want to.....uh.....I'm not...." unfortunately in the twist her foot slipped and so it came out more like...
"WHHAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaooooooooooooo.....................!!!!"
Chuckling, to herself Nilani, watched the petite girl accelerate away from her.
"Computer...automaticaly open Ensign von Ernst's chute at safe height and guide her to a soft landing."
>>CONFIRMED....CHUTE OPEN<<
"Well no time like the present!" Nilani ran towards the edge and threw herself off, the air rushing past her, the sensation of freefall....
=/\=Lt jg Kahn Nilani, please report to sickbay =/\=
"Computer freeze program... replicate uniform my size, close program!"
The hologrid returned to normal "I'm sorry, duty awaits!" Nilani stepped in front of Rebecca and pulled her uniform on.
The young redhead was sitting in the exact center of the grid-floor, eyes wide in terror, and breathing coming in quick gasps. It was only when the shapely Lt. Nilani stripped off her own gear and stood naked before the startled girl, that Rebecca blushed and averted her eyes to the floor.
Nilani smiled at the modesty that Rebecca was showing 'She has to be innocent....' she thought
Innocent or not. Rebecca's actual thought were.....~~How in the name of physics do those things defy gravity like that?~~
Fully dressed now; "Well wish me luck!" Nilani left the holodeck and entered sickbay a short time later.
For a long time however, Rebecca sat alone in the center of the grid trying to calm her poor frazzled nerves.
*** Ops - Space station Deep Space Nine ***
Colonel Kira came walking out of her office carrying a steaming racktajino. Taking a sip of the strong Klingon beverage, it seemed to revitalize the Bajoran commanding officer as she made her way across the steel grated flooring and down into the sunken command center.
"Hallo Colonel. Enjoying your afternoon raktajino?" Doctor Bashir asked in his typically jovial tone.
Looking up Kira smiled slightly. "Yes Julian, I am. Why do you ask?, and what are you doing here in Ops anyway? Is someone sick?..."
"No, I just stopped by to see if Ezra wanted to have lunch with me at Quark's..." Julian explained. Then, with a cheeky tone he added, "Your upbeat spirits wouldn't have anything to do with the Galaxy arriving this afternoon... would it Colonel?"
With the genuine look of surprise, mixed with a healthy dose of embarrassment, Nerys naturally denied it; Even if Julian did speak the truth. "What ever are you talking about? Why I'm no more excited that the USS Galaxy is coming to DS9 then... then... then that Cornelian freighter over there."
Julian smiled impishly, "So you are 'excited' that the General is stopping by? I see. This is more serious then I thought..."
While Kira was taking in a breath in preparation of defending herself to the Doctor's gentle teasing, Ezra Dax had walked up and was hiding a smile just behind the Colonel. Unfortunately, Kira never got the chance to continue her dialog with the teasing Julian Bashir.
The emergency lights and warning signal on the station sounded, sending the station into a scramble.
"What is it?!" Colonel Kira demanded to know, placing down her ractajino and moving over to control console where a Lieutenant was stationed. Doctor Bashir and Ezra Dax followed, wanting to see what odd spatial phenomenon threatened the space station this time.
"It's a Klingon battle cruiser Colonel. D10 class. Decloaking just off the station's starboard." The Lieutenant explained.
"Raise shields. Put it on screen, I want to see it." Kira ordered.
The image on the Operations viewer changed, and showed a white hulled Klingon battle cruiser. In bold lettering across her stark paint job the name OPC SHADOWFIRE could plainly be read.
****
*** Later, Bridge of USS Galaxy ***
Captain Price swiveled in the command chair as Commander Thomas entered the bridge and came walking down the ramp into the well.
"Here is the list of officers assigned to the away team Captain." Chris stated, handing the Captain a padd. "They are all in sickbay now letting the doctors there alter their appearance to match Decilian physiology."
Taking the Padd, Lee looked at Commander Thomas, "You are not going on the away team 'mate?"
"I am sir. I need to report to sickbay as well. I just wanted to drop off the list before I went in for surgery." Commander Thomas explained.
"I appreciate that Commander." Lee stated while activating the padd and perusing the names listed there. "Interesting selection 'mate. I'm sure they will do fine. If everything goes as planned, this should be an easy assignment."
"Other then undergoing the surgery of course..." Chris reminded.
Lee just nodded his agreement. "Aye. I know it seems a bit drastic, but we don't want to take any chances or raise any suspicions. There are Cardassians as well as Decilians on the planet. If they see uniformed Starfleet officers, or even humans down there, they will get suspicious."
"I understand sir. If you remember I've done a fair share of undercover work requiring cosmetic alteration." Chris stated referring to the time he spent is SI on the Klingon home world.
"Aye." The General nodded. "Well I shouldn't keep you from your appointment then Commander. Carry on."
"Thank you sir." Chris nodded as he exited the bridge.
A few minutes later there was an incoming hail. Lieutenant' Zarides was manning the Tactical station in place of Lieutenant Richeson who was making arrangements to arm all of the tactical officers that were scheduled for bridge duty.
"We are being hailed by space station Deep Space Nine Captain." Zarides called out from her station.
"DS9? How do they know we are even in the area?" Lee asked more rhetorically then anything else. "On screen Lieutenant'."
"Aye sir." Alexa stated activating the channel.
The main view screen switched from the warping view of the stars to the image of the operations control center on space station DS9. Colonel Kira Nerys was the one placing the call.
["Hello Galaxy. This is Colonel Kira Nerys of DS9."]
The General smiled boyishly at the Bajoran CO. "G''day Colonel. I believe I remember who you are 'mate."
["Captain Price. It's a pleasure to speak with you Captain."] Kira returned with a smile of her own.
"I must say I am surprised to hear from you Colonel. I wasn't aware that anyone knew the Galaxy was in the area."
["Admiral Casey contacted DS9 earlier about your mission to the Gamma quadrant. He didn't fill me in on all of the details, but wanted to make sure that the Defiant was available and standing by should you need assistance. Plus we have some crew transferees here that are scheduled to join the Galaxy. You may want to stop on by to pick them up before going on your way through the wormhole."] Kira explained.
"Well that explains it then." Lee nodded. "We can stop by to beam onboard the crew members Colonel, but I'm afraid that the Galaxy will not have an opportunity to dock and visit. Our mission has a time table that must be met."
Kira couldn't help but look a little disappointed. She and Captain Price had a nice time together the last time the Galaxy was in port at the station, that she was hoping to spend some more time with the General this time around. The Bajoran was never really good at hiding her true feelings, since she tended to wear then right on her sleeve for everyone to see. ["That's too bad but I completely understand Captain."] she nodded professionally.
Leaning a bit closer, Lee stated, "When the Galaxy returns from the Gamma quadrant, we plan on being in orbit of Bajor for a week Colonel. If you could spare the time I certainly could use a guide to check out the sites of the planet. You know, find all the best tuckers to eat at. The best roads to walkabout, that sort of thing..."
Nerys smiled widely at the suggestion. ["I think I might be able to arrange a day or two Captain..."]
"Bonzer 'mate. Then I'll plan on speaking with you when we return from the gamma quadrant then."
["Don't forget to stop by and beam your new crew compliment on board..."] Kira reminded, ["At least one of them is bound to shake things up there as he's done here."]
With a concerned look, the Captain asked, "None of the new blokes are giving you trouble on the station are they 'mate?"
["No Captain. Nothing like that. I'd tell you more but I've been sworn to secrecy. You'll just need to trust me, you'll be glad you stopped by to beam them on board."] the Colonel explained.
A bit skeptically, Price nodded, "Well we should soon see. The Galaxy will be in transporter range in about an hour Colonel. Have the crewmen ready to beam onboard at that time."
["I'll see to it Captain. It was good talking to you again Lee."] Nerys got up the courage to say in a tone not far distance from a school girl with a crush.
"And you too Nerys." Lee smiled coyly. "Galaxy out."
****
*** Transporter room one, USS Galaxy ***
The shrill sound of the Galaxy's matter transportation device filled the room as Chief Jensen began beaming the four newest crew members on board. While the forms were materializing but still in their stasis state, the Operations Officer that was there to greet them, Lieutenant Commander Michael Jamson, double checked his manifest.
"Four officers? I thought there were only three?..." he stated out loud, but to himself rather then to Jensen. Checking the names on the manifest, he quickly read:
Ensign John Drake - Operations
Glancing up at the materializing four officers, it wasn't difficult picking out the member that wasn't on the list. One was at least four inches taller then the others, and he was wearing animal furs and held onto a wooden staff which was sculpted with red grizzly bear icons up and down it's length.
At first Michael didn't recognize the "Grizzly Adams" appearing man, but as a familiar smile and slight tilt of his head revealed, it was someone he had known while serving on the USS Galaxy.
"Sunder? Commander Ursa Sunder?, is that you?..."
Ursa gave a slight smile.
*****
*** Bridge ***
"Chief Jensen signals that the officers have beamed on board Captain." Lieutenant Freeman reported from Ops in his deep, bassy voice.
"Fair dinkum 'mate. Let's not delay. We have an appointment to keep on Decilia VII. Mister Maxwell, plot a course through the wormhole and then onto the Decilia system."
Bruce keyed in the proper sequence at the flight control station near the front of the bridge. "Course laid in sir."
"Do it 'mate." Lee ordered.
The USS Galaxy pulled away from DS9, and swung into the flight path to enter the wormhole. With a flash of light and a colorful plum of blossoming energy, the opening to the cross quadrant shortcut opened up and allowed the Galaxy to pass through on it's way to the Gamma quadrant and Decilia VII.
Commander Thomas looked up from his desk as the chime on his office door rang. A quick glance at his clock showed that it was exactly 1500 hours to the second. He shouldn't have been surprised. Vulcans, if nothing else, were known to be sticklers for punctuality. "Enter." He said.
Savat stepped into Commander Thomas's office and approached his desk. He stood exactly two feet from its edge, his manner calm and relaxed but his posture perfect. "Reporting as ordered sir."
"That you Commander." Chris responded. "Do you know why I asked you here today?"
Savat nodded. "I have my suspicions, Sir. But I would prefer not to make assumptions."
"I wanted to speak with you about a couple of issues. The ship's second officer has departed to stay close to his son and of course in doing so he left the chief science officer position open. The captain has received a suggested replacement from Starfleet so that's being handled. However that still leaves me having to fill the second officer's position." Commander Thomas said. "I also wanted to talk with you about the security department as well."
"I understand sir." Savat stated
"Please, have a seat, Commander." Thomas said, gesturing towards the chair opposite his. Savat took his seat and folded his arms neatly in front of him on the table as Commander Thomas continued. "Mr. Savat I have been reviewing your service record and your time on board the Galaxy. I have come to the conclusion that you along several other officers on the ship are in the running for the position of second officer. Would such a position interest you?"
"My interest is in serving Starfleet and the Federation to the best of my ability." Savat replied. "If Starfleet, and in particular, you and Captain Price, feel that I would be an asset as a second officer, than I would, of course, give the position the full attention it deserves."
Commander Thomas was trying the direct approach with 'Commander Savat, because it wasn't easy to pull the wool over his eyes or to beat around the bush and learn things about him indirectly. "If the captain and I were to offer you the position of second officer of the Galaxy, do you think there's going to be any problem with doing your job as a Chief of Security on board the ship?"
"I do not foresee any complications." Said Savat. "It is traditional for the Second Officer to hold an additional position of prominence. More often than not, the Second Officer is also a Department Chief, as was the case with Lieutenant Commander Sullax. From a physiological and psychological standpoint, the additional duties would provide little impediment to me. The four shift structure of the Galaxy already grants far more rest and recreational time than I can effectively make use of."
"If you were to become the ship's second officer you need to select an assistant chief for the security department. Actually even if you don't become the ship's second officer you should be considering who's qualified to be the assistant chief in the security department." Commander Thomas said. "Let's talk about your department and who you believe would make a good assistant chief first. Then I have some other questions to ask you about."
"Certainly sir." Savat replied. "As you well know the duties of the security department are broad, extending over the entire ship rather than being confined to a single departmental area or position on the bridge. Because of this, I need to have confidence in each of my shift commanders and their leadership ability. I currently maintain such confidence in all of them."
"But is there any single officer among them that stands out above the rest?" Thomas asked.
"That is a complex question." Savat answered. Each has shown leadership ability. Each has certain talents that they bring to the position. But at the same time, they each possess weaknesses. Lieutenant Zonhieb shows remarkable perseverance, endurance and strength of character. He is, to the best of my knowledge, completely fearless and willing to do whatever needs to be done to complete his mission. On the other hand, he is prone to letting his lust for combat overwhelm him on occasion. He might misjudge the durability of the officers under him."
"And what about the other shift supervisors? O'Grady and Sanchez?"
"Shachez is a competent officer." Savat replied, though possessed of a temper that can occasionally cloud her judgment. O'Grady is somewhat more even-tempered, but may be distracted by her current pregnancy.
"O'Grady is pregnant?" Thomas said in surprise. "I didn't know."
"I do not believe she has made an official announcement." Savat replied. "However, the physiological changes are unmistakable and readily apparent to a keen observer."
Thomas nodded in response. "All right. You've obviously thought about this. But let me put you on the spot. You have been incapacitated. There is a crisis requiring the bulk of the security department. Who do you pick to lead in your absence in the last seconds before you loose consciousness?"
"Lieutenant Zonhieb." Savat replied without hesitation, surprising even himself. A human might have called it 'going with his gut instincts'. Savat preferred to think that he simply made a fast subconscious calculation of the many variables.
"An interesting choice." Commander Thomas said even he was surprised to hear the 'commander's decision. "Given everything in his service record I would say he would probably the right choice, under many circumstances."
"Obviously, I concur." The Vulcan stated.
"What about Lt. Elaithin Jii, he just returned to the ship from advanced tactical school." Commander Thomas said. "He's obviously qualified for the position, has the experience, and he's served on board the Galaxy before."
"Yes, Lieutenant Jii would seem to be the most qualified candidate on paper." Savat said. "And if you were asking me to make this decision a month from now, he might grow into my first choice. But I prefer to judge an officer through his actions, not by the sum of his previous service record."
"I know you've not worked with him before, but he is a good man and has learned a lot." Chris said.
"I am certain you are correct on both counts." Savat replied. "But both for my own elucidation, and for the morale of the current shift supervisors, I would prefer to wait before making that judgment." Savat could not help but wonder if the decision was already being made for him. It was obvious that Lieutenant Jii had friends on the Galaxy in high places. And ultimately, he might be the right choice for the position. But Savat still wished to judge the man for himself.
"All right another topic for the moment." Commander Thomas said glancing at his padd. "You step on the bridge, just in time to see a enemy torpedo being fired at the ship. Something tells you it's headed for the bridge, what do you do?" Chris asked setting up a very real possibility, as he'd been asked a similar question.
Savat was instantly at attention. "Condition of bridge and personnel?"
"Undamaged." Commander Thomas replied.
"Identity of enemy ship?"
"Unknown." Said Thomas. "The torpedo is closing Mr. Savat."
"Helm about to new heading forty five mark one eighty." Savat said, visualizing the scenario. "Emergency power to forward shields. Tactical, target incoming warhead and fire at one thousand kilometers."
"You can not achieve a lock on the weapon." Thomas said, suppressing a smile as he complicated the scenario. "Range is now five hundred kilometers and closing. Still locked on the bridge."
"Reduce power to all non-essential systems and reinforce structural integrity field generators on the upper decks. Launch photon torpedoes, full spread and proximity detonate at one hundred and fifty kilometers."
"That could severely damage the ship." Thomas replied.
"Damage should be superficial." Savat stated. "Taking into account the yield of the torpedoes and their range to the Galaxy, we would likely weather the blast with the reinforced shields and fields. The enemy weapon on the other hand, is an unknown. It must be destroyed. Should it survive the proximity burst, and should we then survive the initial impact, then more offensive measures would need to initiated."
"Sir, the torpedo has been destroyed, but it's released a shockwave of some sort. I don't know what the effects.." Chris said. Then stepped into the role of narrator .. "The bridge explodes around you as the impact from the blast hits the ship and the shields like a charging bull." Commander Thomas said. "What's you're next move?"
"Have the bridge crew relocate to the battle bridge. At the same time, order an increase in power to the bridge's structural integrity fields and life support." Savat responded. The enemy has obviously deduced the location of our bridge and wishes to achieve victory through the elimination of our command structure. We shall allow them to continue their assault on this system. Meanwhile, we will move to point blank range and attack with phasers. Considering the power of their torpedo weapons, I doubt they will be willing to fire them in close quarters. It is an advantage we can press while they believe us to be crippled."
Commander Thomas noted something on the padd. "Your tactical experience is remarkable, why security and not tactical?"
"Actually sir, in my previous postings aboard the Centaur and the Sulu, I fulfilled both roles. It is only on the larger vessels, such as the Galaxy, that security and tactical are treated as separate departments." Savat stated. "As for my decision to focus on security, it seemed the logical decision, given my additional years as a member of the V'Shar security service."
"One final question, 'Commander. What would you do if I made you the ship's second officer?" Commander Thomas asked.
"I would excel." Savat stated, matter of factly.
Chris noted on his a padd, 'a smug Vulcan response if I've every heard one'. He then looked back to the chief security officer sitting in front of him. "Mr. Savat I would expect nothing less then that from you."
"Thank you sir." The Vulcan replied with a curt nod.
Commander Thomas decided that it was time to close up this meeting before someone else arrived. "'Commander Savat thank you for coming by and talking with me, it has been a most interesting experience." Chris said standing up to show the meeting was indeed over.
Savat rose from his chair. "Thank you for your consideration, Sir."
"I am sure we'll speak again in the near future." Commander Thomas said, extending his hand.
Savat had spent enough years amongst Humans to grow comfortable with their traditional social exchange. He gripped the XO's hand firmly and gave it a proper shaking
"You're dismissed then." Chris said. "And get me your final recommendation for assistant on my desk in the next week."
"You shall have my recommendation on your desk within the allotted time." Savat promised.
And so, as succinctly as it had begun, the meeting drew to a close.
Location: The Brig, official hub of law enforcement activity.
Lt.(jg) Raven Darkstar sat in the brig, behind his desk, finishing up his latest report. Satisfied that all the i's were dotted and all the t's were crossed, he wandered over to holding cell number 4.
Inside the cubical, a lean human male wearing a science officers uniform and ensigns markings stood up. He attempted to smooth back his dishelved hair which revealed a darkening bruise around his left eye.
Raven snapped off the forcefield and handed the man the padd.
"Ensign Brody, concider yourself fortunate that Lt. Mewes declined to press charges of assult. He did cite synthohol as a contributing factor in your apparent dispute over the affections of Ensign Shala."
The man seemed to drift off slightly at the mention of the sultry Ensign's name.
"You are being let off with a warning this time. Another incident and you will find yourself in my company for an extended period of time. Please enter your ID number on the PADD" Raven instructed.
Brody, still a bit glassey eyed did as he was instructed then handed the PADD back and said: "Sorry for any problems. Its just...she's so...ya know...and a guy does funny things when...I just ...you know."
"Yes, I'm certain she is. I would suggest that instead of fighting over the same woman, you two should seek out new mates or even aquire a goldfish. They are less hassel and sometimes more comforting. You are released."
"Certainly, Sir. Thank you , Sir." Brody said stumbling out of the Brig.
Raven's combadge chirped.
=/\=" Captain Price to Lt. Darkstar. " =/\=
"Darkstar here." Raven replied, knowing exactly what was coming. For the last few weeks, Leo Streely had toured the ship, interviewing its various officers about Ursid. When the mission officially started, Raven was to devote his time to keeping Leo busy. Until then he had just checked in on the little weasle from time to time, knowing that soon he would get the pleasure of the man's company full time.
That time was apparently upon him.
=/\= " We'll be arriving at the wormhole and Bajor soon, mate. Its time to do begin occupying Mr. Streely. He should be arriving at your station in moments. No worries , mate. Everything will be just fine. Price out." =/\=
No sooner than the Captain had closed his connection, than the automatic doors of the brig opened to admit Leo Streely.
Raven could only stare at the little man who leaned against the bulkhead in a cool cocky manner.
Streely was wearing an old fashioned white sport coat over a pale pink shirt. His white baggy dress pants flowed down and slightly over matching white boatshoes. Raven noticed that he had no socks on.
"Hey partner." Leo said, his face bearing what appeared to be a five oclock shadow sitting at 3 oclock. He removed a dark pair of sunglasses and smartly drew back his coat to reveal a comm badge clipped , like a badge of some sort, to his waistband. "What do you think, eh?"
Raven could only blink.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
Leo smiled widely. " Huh! huh! Yeah! Cool, eh! I scanned some old earth holos to see what lawmen wear when not in uniform. Sofisticated and suave. The women will love it."
"You look like a cabin boy on a pleasure barge." Raven said wryly. "And what happened to your socks?"
"It's part of the look, ok? See, the Captain told me we were gonna be working together for a while, and I thought if we were gonna be partners,ok ok, I needed to look the part. We'll be like Crocket and Tubbs..except your a touch bigger than Tubbs."
"First off, to my knowlage there is neither a Crocket nor a Tubbs on this ship in the Security department. Secondly..WE"RE NOT PARTNERS."
"Ok, ok, ok! Good cop, bad cop! I get it. Ok, ok. That will help keep the skells off balance when we bust 'em. Good idea." Leo said approvingly.
Raven watched the man jump about and rubbed his forehead feeling a headache coming on. - No worries mate. It'll be fine, mate. Try not to kill him, mate.- Raven thought sarcasticlly then wondered if Savat would concider utilizing a paralyzing nerve pinch on Leo.
Leo sat on Ravens desktop, micing the move he had seen the man in the holos do again and again. Except Leo accidentily knocked over a stack of Padds sending them careening over the floor. Raven covered his face.
Leo threw them all across the desk in such a comical fashion that anyone else would have errupted in laughter. Raven just counted to 10 mentally trying to calm himself.
"So partner. Whats this mission were on. Trying to nab some thiefs? Counterfit comm badges? Trying to crack a vulcan porno ring?"
"A vulcan porno ring?" Raven asked incredulously.
"Hey! I'm not into that type of thing. I think it would be kinda bland, like watching one trick ponies, but some people ...hey, everyone has a fettish."
"Leo, please...shut up for a moment." Raven said trying to think of some story to keep leo occupied. This was going to be harder than he thought. Partners? Either Price had a flair for cruel jokes or Leo was streatching the truth again. Either way he did have to keep him occupied. He aslo noticed that Leo had left his reporters padd at his quarters. As much as he hated to, Raven thought he had best feed the man's dillusion of being partners. For now.
=/\="Security to Deck 14 room 7. Can I have an officer here please." =/\=
"Acknowlaged." Raven said looking at Leo.
The man had put the sunglasses back on. " We rollin , Partner?"
Raven sighed and looked at Streely's ridiculous attire. He hoped nobody he knew or didnt know for that matter saw the two of them together. "Leo, please try to just stay behind me and let me handle this , ok?" he said trying his best to be patient.
"Yeah sure! ok, ok, ok! You take the lead and I'm back up. Gotcha."
They started out the door when Leo stopped. "Do I get to have a phaser?"
*** Sickbay ***
Jeral reviewed the appearance of the Decilians. They were similar in some ways to Cardasians, except for their brown skin. The next thing the Chief Medical Officer had to determine was how to develop a mask that would allow the away team to blend in with the natives.
Changing skin tone was a simple affair. He just applied a skin cream as a coloring agent. Without washing it off with a removal cream, the skin would stay a deep mahogany shade.
Dermaplast would be the best bet for creating the promanent brows and collar bones. Jeral used the computer to generate a dozen variations of Decilian faces. As each away team member reported, they chose a face from the selection board, which was then grafted to them. There was also a list of both male and female Decilian names for them to select from. By providing a variety, he hoped the away team would not be detected.
It appeared that the males were highlighted with black cheeks, while the females had slightly lighter ridges.
Jeral thought of Deliz and Joquelle, his hosts that encountered so many diplomatic missions. It was not always possible to blend in when carrying tricorders and comm badges. Thinking quickly, he injected the team with subdermal communicators. He also replicated sleeves for their tricorders to disguise them as native objects.
Maas then briefed the away team on how these protection methods worked. He also located a short film on Decilians in the archives, so they would be better prepared on how to blend in with the natives.
Jeral was confident that Commander Savat would perform this duty with distinction, just as he acquitted himself well in the underwater mission.
Once all the away team was set to go, he turned Sickbay over to Doctor Dothan, who had also contributed significantly to the success of the last mission. The Commander decided to ask Andre if he would like to assume the vacant position of Assistant Chief Medical officer, as his own responsibilities were growing in other areas.
With his last promotion, Jeral had new responsibilities. Because the Dominion war reduced the size of the fleet, all personnel promoted to Commander or above rank were to be qualified to stand bridge watches, or be in training for the CDO role.
Jeral went to the holodeck, to begin the Bridge Watch Training Simulations....
USS Galaxy
Commander Thomas finished his meeting with Lt. Commander Savat and was impressed with his logical behavior as usual. Chris could never get over just how logical a Vulcan could be at times. Now he was scheduling his second meeting for the position of SO with another Vulcan. If someone was paying attention or keeping score they might wonder about his sanity at this point in the game.
His actions weren't crazy or insane. He was just going down the list he'd compiled, but still one might wonder about him. He was placing notes in his file during each meeting or right after the meeting, but no one was a sure bet at the moment. He was holding his reservation about having found the next SO until he'd spoken with everyone on his report.
"Commander Thomas to Lt. Commander Surok." Chris said.
The Operations Manager responded neutrally, "Surok here, Commander Thomas."
"Could you please come by my office." Chris said.
"Affirmative, sir," Surok replied. "I can be there in ten minutes."
"Alright I look forward to seeing you then." Chris said.
****
Commander Thomas was reading some reports now. The familiar electronic chirping sound alerted him to a visitor at the door.
"Come in." Commander Thomas said. He was wondering if he should get that recorded for the future.
The doors parted swiftly, and lieutenant commander Surok strode through. He carried a PADD in one hand. When he arrived across the desk from commander Thomas, he stopped at attention and clasped his hands behind his back. His expression was alert, but typically unemotional.
"Thank you 'Commander for dropping by." Chris said.
The Vulcan said, "I was able to delegate my scheduled tasks with very little difficulty, commander." He tilted his head slightly to one side and toward the Galaxy's XO. "How may I be of assistance, sir?"
"I am glad that you have confidence in your staff." Commander Thomas said. "I wanted to speak with you about your previous assignment and your department on the Galaxy."
"Yes sir. I transferred from the USS Normandy, where I served for fifteen months as an Operations officer under Captain T'Keth Molicgh," Surok explained.
Commander Thomas wasn't familiar with the ship, but he recognized the name from history, "15 months eh. What did you think of the Normandy?" Chris asked, "What did you think of the ship and what class of ship was it?"
"The Normandy is a Nebula class ship, which was configured with a weapons pod rather than her standard sensor pod," he explained. "Her performance in combat was exemplary considering her originally peaceful mission."
"And your final months you worked the operations manager?" Commander Thomas asked as he read something. "What did you achieve at this posting?"
Still expressing neutrality with his body language and tone, the Vulcan elaborated. "I was acting operations manager for the final four months of my tour on the Normandy. During that time I implemented a level-two refit of the life support systems while the ship was on standard patrols. More importantly, the position enabled me to improve the skill and performance of each member of my department, and by extension the performance of the ship in general."
"Yes it says that here in your Starfleet Record." Chris stated. "Impressive."
Surok simply nodded. Terrans seemed to appreciate the gesture and Surok had no response to the Commander's comment.
"Do you believe you can achieve similar results here?"
The Vulcan seemed almost vehement in his reply. "Proper departmental leadership demands a continuous improvement plan, Commander. The operations department, including myself, will continue to develop skills that relate directly and indirectly to our primary duties on the Galaxy."
"Yes it does require one in any department to continuing learning new skills and refining old ones, to better oneself for the future." Chris said in agreement with Surok's comment. "What do you think about Lt. Commander Jamson's performance and the rest of your department's status?"
"Lieutenant Commander Jamson's performance appears more than adequate. I anticipate a bilateral exchange of experiences and knowledge with him," Surok explained. "The other officers have varying levels of experience. I expect quite a bit of improvement from each of them."
Commander Thomas was continuing to find that he needed to be crafty with everything that he did or said. His greatest task was coming up with new and unique questions to ask these officers. "Which does bring me to my next point 'commander I was wondering if you've had a chance to consider who should be the assistant chief in your department?" Chris asked.
Surok blinked. "No, sir. The operations management team is a small one. However, if we are to establish such a position I will offer it to lieutenant commander Jamson. His experience and skills are undeniable. He is the only logical choice. Shall I do so, Commander?"
"A small one, yes it is small if you're just counting those officers that serve at the operations station on the bridge." Commander Thomas said. "However if you include all departments under the operations department, then it grows to a sizeable number. I would say that Lt. Commander Jamson would be the logical choice for the position and I don't think there'd be any problems in getting him appointed to the position."
The ops manager had not been considering the many officers and enlisted personnel who run the day-to-day operations of the ship; from transporter operators to quartermasters to cargo handlers, all reporting to the operations department . "Yes, of course Commander. I will speak with 'commander Jamson at my earliest opportunity."
Chris decided that he should step this up a notch. "'Commander Surok do you know why I wanted to speak with you beyond talking about your department?" Chris asked.
"I have insufficient data to draw a conclusion. I must admit to some curiosity, sir," the Vulcan replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I wanted to speak with you about the ship's second officer position." Chris said. "I am talking with several potential candidates for the position."
Surok relaxed his brow. "I see."
"Which then brings me to asking you a couple of questions."
"I will endeavor to aid you in your decision, Commander," the Vulcan promised.
"What do you think the second officer position means or entails?"
Still standing at attention, Surok tried to define the position for the Galaxy's XO. "The Chameleon, the Redoubt, and the Normandy had no formalized second officer position," Surok recalled. "The USS Ti-Vakla'ain, however, had a rigid command structure. The equivalent to a second officer, lieutenant S'rtok, was expected to learn all aspects of the Executive Officer's position. In addition to her regular departmental duties, S'rtok routinely performed command duties, led away teams and administered the ship's personnel. The essential difference between the second officer and the executive officer was that the executive officer reported to the captain, and the second officer reported to her."
"I am sorry I thought I asked you to pull up a chair and sit." Commander Thomas said.
Surok knew the value of comfort in fostering positive communication. Though he preferred standing, at the first officer's suggestion he positioned a chair opposite the commander's. The two men sat, though Surok did so stiffly.
"You're right not every ship has a defined position or title for a second officer on the ship. However it has started to be introduced on some of the larger ships in the fleet, like the Galaxy, the Atlantis, the Yorktown and dozen others, plus at a few bases." Commander Thomas said. "You defined the position very well, to a tee one might say."
Surok dismissed any credit for the definition. "I have the advantage of having served in such an organization. Knowing the command structure is expected."
"What do you think I should look for in someone, to become the ships next second officer?" Chris asked. He wanted put Surok in his shoes.
Surok considered the situation. Were he the Galaxy's First Officer, what would he consider the most logical traits for a second officer? "As the Galaxy's First Officer, you have the freedom to refine and redefine the Second Officer's responsibilities and expectations. The ideal candidate need not be judged based upon his or her contribution to the command team. He or she will not be expected to provide balance, as a first officer should provide balance to his or her captain. In other words, your candidate will be an apprentice, not a partner."
The Vulcan continued, "Additionally, the candidate should be proven in his or her current responsibilities. He or she need not be a department head, though command experience must be considered requisite. It may also be wise to select an officer from a department that can withstand the frequent absence of it's chief."
Chris smiled, "I agree with you that the person should have command experience and most likely should have bridge duty experience."
Chris decided that from a logical stand point he should ask the 'commander who he'd recommend for the position of second officer. Since according to all history, Vulcan's can't lie, but they on occasion can be deceptive enough to omit some information. "Mr. Surok you seem well educated, so I will ask you something that might be hard to answer. If you were in my shoes who would consider to be the most viable candidates to be the next Second officer of the Galaxy?" Commander Thomas asked, but he held some reservation in asking such a question to anyone.
"I have not worked closely with every potential candidate," qualified the Ops manager. "Those senior officers with whom I have served can all be considered potential candidates. Specifically, 'commander Suder appears to have all the desired qualities, including a worthy assistant chief. 'Commander Peterson is similarly qualified, though his short tenure on the Galaxy may be a negative factor. I myself fit the description as stated, however I am also relatively new to the Galaxy's senior staff."
"Thank you Surok for you insight fullness on this matter, I still have to meet with 'commander Suder. 'Commander Peterson does have the qualification, but is in my opinion lacking tenure on the Galaxy. He might find it difficult to adjust to both being the ship's new chief science officer and second officer all at the same time." Commander Thomas said in a all to Vulcan voice.
Surok offered, "Thank you for taking me into your confidence, commander. I hope my observations prove valuable."
"I am taking everyone who I speak with under some consideration and looking towards the future. I know Starfleet's suffered a great many setbacks and soon we're going to be under pressure to proceed top notch commanders for future ships. There are a dozen or more ships under construction at any time right now." Chris said.
The lieutenant commander could have mentioned the tragic loss of dozens of skilled captains whose experience and knowledge would never be handed down to crew those new ships. But, such lamenting would be out of character for the Vulcan. Instead he simply said, "A challenge, indeed."
"Surok where do you see yourself, your career in two years?" Commander Thomas asked.
Surok replied, "Any prediction of future events, even short-term predictions such as my career position in two years, must be accompanied by a most strenuous disclaimer. If the current astro-political landscape remains constant I will in all probability continue to be the Operations Manager here on the USS Galaxy." It was probably not the answer for which commander Thomas was looking.
"Do you know how many moth balled ship's were brought back into service just to ferry supplies and personnel?" Chris asked.
Though the question was plainly rhetorical, Surok could think of no better reply than "Such strategic data is not readily available, sir."
"Too many." Chris said.
The Ops manager paused. Terrans seemed to use such silent moments for reflection. Surok had no need of the extra seconds for reflection, but had learned at the Academy to allow his Human counterparts the extra time. Finally, sensing the conversation was near its end, he said, "Thank you for inviting me to discuss these matters, commander."
"Certain 'commander Surok I've found our talks meaningful." Chris said. "I am sure that we'll be speaking in the near future."
"I look forward to it." Surok said.
"Dismissed 'commander." Commander Thomas said. "And have a good, sir."
Surok nodded and then exited the room.
Dr. Dothan sat in his cubicle, off one of the back wings of sickbay, studying the information he had been given about the Galaxy's current mission. much of it was classified, but Andree needed to make plans for cosmetic surgery to disguise several crewmembers.
The Decilians had many similarities to Cardassians which would make the alterations difficult, but not impossible. First of all there would be need for certain features to be implanted under the skin. For this task Andree prepared a structure map that could be replicated, and injected with skin and bone tissue samples, which would "Grow" into the map provided by the framework.
Skin pigmentation implants would be needed as well, to create the proper skin tones, and the rest of the body shape could be created by attaching fat and cartilage to muscles and bones.
Andree programmed a simulation, taking into account variations in Decilian physiology, and the physiques of the away team members. (Having several crewmembers who all looked the same beam down would almost be as suspicious as no disguises at all)
Double checking the simulation one last time, and viewing the simulated results, Andree loaded his full report onto a PADD, got up and stretched, and then headed off, PADD in hand, top see Dr. Maas
Dr. Maas was in his Office, when Andree stepped in.
"Hello Lieutenant. Did you realize you are out of uniform?", Jeral surprised him.
"What is wrong? This is the correct uniform for medical sciences."
"Yes it is, but your exemplary work on the Ursid away missio
n has earned you a promotion", Maas said sliding a box with the full pip in it across the table."
"Here is your report sir." Andree said, holding out the PADD
"I see. Wait a moment for me to review it please."
"Of course", Andree replied.
After a few moments, Jeral looked at Andree and confessed. "With my own promotion, I will have increased duties with the senor staff. Would you consider filling the ACMO post? It would be very helpful."
"I will think about it and have an answer for you by the end of the day", the new senior grade Lt answered. Andree left his CO's office, satisfied with another job well done, and also pleased to mull over the pleasant surprises he encountered.
Commander Thomas left the bridge after having dropped of the list of away team names to the captain. He was now on his way to sickbay to get his new face put on, but he decided to make a very brief detour and stop by home. He wanted to quickly make Anna aware that he was having to go undercover and it meant a facial change.
Chris felt that he better do this before he had his new face on. Plus he really didn't want his mouth washed out with soap again.
Chris entered his quarters. He was going to leave her a message as he just remembered she wouldn't be home at this time of day.
He started walking around
"Anna." he called out.
"In here." she said.
He wondered what she was doing home earlier. "I didn't think you were suppose to be home."
"We finished up earlier, so I didn't feel like hanging around for nothing." she said.
"Cool then I won't have to leave you message." Chris said.
"Message about what?"
"We're going under cover and I was just on my way down to get a new face." he said, showing her what he'd likely look when he came back.
"Oh my!" she said, "Defiantly not your cutest look." she smiled.
"Yes I would agree I looked much cuter as Klingon."
"Yes you did." she said. "So this is what you wanted to tell me?"
"Yes, that and I'll be going planet side in under 8 hours." Chris said. "Oh and I have to wear this new face for the duration of the mission."
"Does this mean separate quarters as well?"
"No, not that the captain has made me aware of, but I suspect I'll be busier then normal." Chris said.
"Ok, good then I won't have to eat alone." she said smiling at him. "You better get going."
"Yes I should." Chris said.
"Then go." she said.
"I love you and I'll see you later." Chris kissed his wife goodbye and then left his quarters.
Shinta was resting on the bio bed when she saw her doctor enter. She smiled at Michala.
"Hello, I am so glad to see you, I wanted to thank you for all you did."
Michala was rechecking the little girl. Something was still odd here, the girl's vital signs remained exactly as the boy's, right down to the heartbeat rythym. It was no wonder she was missed. Her heartbeat was so simultaneous that only by slowing a recording down to a very slow pace, could Michala differentiate them.
"How is she?" Shinta asked. She noticed that her friend seemed a bit pale and pre occupied this morning. "is anything wrong?"
"She is just like me, a little unusual." Michala said quietly. Everytime she removed the girl from any distance to her brother. The baby's life signs grew erratic.
"I can see in your face that something is wrong. Is it you or is it the baby?"
"I have concerns about your little one." She said. She frowned and brought the baby to Shinta.
Shinta took the little girl into her arms. "What is wrong with her? She is small, but I thought she was out of danger?"
"I am not sure yet. She seems to have some kind of dependency on her brother. It could just be that she remained so close to him the entire pregnancy." Michala said quietly. "Shinta, you have been here long enough You can take your babies home, but I want to monitor the girl and . could you please name them?"
"Bruce and I are working on that. Can I take them both home or does she have to stay here? When will you be by, by the way? You look tired."
"Yes you can take them both. I actually don't want them seperated yet. It is very important that they are kept somewhat close to one another." Michala smiled softly. "Don't worry about me. I just got back from seeing Deiran and of course, had to come right here. I am sorry I left you right after the birth, but you were in good hands."
"I know that. I know you did a wonderful job, and I am very grateful. How did go with Deiran?" Shinta asked a little worried now.
Michala held up her hand upon which an elegant ring sat. "He was MOST pleased to see me." She forced a smile to her face. Shinta did not need to worry right now. "But enough about me, go home and name these babies."
"if you promise tonight, so we can have a little chat. And you will be the first to know the names of the babies."
Michala smiled. "I promise. I will stop by and allow you to grill me to you heart's content. However, I do not promise to answer." Michala handed the girl to her friend. She had to research what could be wrong with the infant.
His dreams flashed back memory after memory. He saw the Borg’s empty, gray, soulless eye staring back at him. He felt the oxygen escaping his lungs as the servo arm grappled around his neck. He saw two tiny tendrils snaking out of the other arm, coiling like a cobra and aiming for the neck. He felt the shower of sparks as the Thunderchild’s internal systems fried and exploded all around him.
Next thing he saw was the ceiling of his quarters on board the Galaxy, as he woke up.
He shot upright like a lighting bolt, gasping for breath and letting the sweat drip off of his forehead. It has happened again. The re-occurring nightmare that dozens of counselors over the timespan of 3 years couldn’t take care of. It just kept coming to haunt him again and again. He didn’t know how much more he could put up with it. He wiped the sweat off his brow, feeling the chill that only terror sweat provided.
“I was so close to death.” He kept thinking.
His eye drifted towards his prized guitar, a 1997 Fender Strat. Its polished plastic surface gleamed in the low light of his quarters. He noticed the guitar strings. They had to be replicated because original Fender Strat strings were considered rare artifacts.
“At least the replicated strings will do the job.” Ensign Corgan thought.
He knew what he had to do. These dreams of his, the nightmare that just wouldn’t quit. After conquering his nightmare about the crash landing on Cardassia Prime. After improving himself to be nicer to others and even more sociable. Even after admitting to Sotek of his former feelings for her, the nightmare continued.
“How much more do I have to change myself to get rid of this?” He screamed inside his head.
He walked up to the replicator.
“One set of electric guitar strings, compatible with a 1997 Fender Strat.” James ordered the computer. A swirl of replicator energy created his new strings, and he scooped them up and began to tie them together.
He knew what he had to do. It had to stop, and it had to stop now before he was deemed unfit for duty. James didn’t want to suffer the indignity of being stripped of his livelihood, ridiculed in front of his friends, thrown in a mental institution and poked and prodded by nosy men in white lab coats. He didn’t want to suffer in his mind, but he couldn’t control it. He did know that he could prevent the fall from grace that was his life, and he knew it was the only way.
Ensign James Lionel Corgan, Security Officer on the USS Galaxy, best friend to Ensign Sotek of the USS Tokyo, veteran of the invasion of Cardassia Prime and good friend to a few select people of the Galaxy, decided that now was the time to kill himself.
He knew just how to do it. He was going to be hung by his own guitar strings.
Ensign Corgan felt surprisingly calm as he tossed the guitar string over a rafter and tied it securely. He knew it was for the good of the ship. They didn’t need a neurotic security officer. They didn’t need to feel worried that one-day he was just going to go nuts and shoot up anything and everything. They didn’t need him, overall. He had no role in society, or he did have a role as the resident screwed up kid, but it was a role that he didn’t want anymore. He felt like he wasn’t in control of his destiny anymore, except for this time, when he created a crude noose. He felt relaxed knowing that he can control when he lived and died.
James went to the corner of the room where he put his stool that he used to sit on whenever he played his guitar. He picked up the old Fender Strat, and smiled. The guitar couldn’t save him. Hell, rock and roll couldn’t save him now. His outlet for frustration and fear couldn’t save him from the metallic menace of the Borg collective. They left a scar on him that even music couldn’t heal.
“Goodbye, old friend.” He told his guitar. Then, he started strumming a beat.
“Computer, record this song.” He instructed. The strumming was forlorn, sad, beaten as he played on. Lyrics formed in his head as he sang.
“My time has come… come to get me.
I cannot be helped.
I have to do this… out of loyalty.
I cannot be helped.
Please save me… didn’t they hear me plead.
I cannot be helped.
I cannot be healed.
“Stop recording,” Ensign Corgan ordered, “and transfer this song, titled “Cannot”, to my computer console so that the next person to step into this room will find it.”
“Transfer complete.” The computer replied.
“Thank you. Now, I bid thee ‘adieu’”.
Ensign Corgan took his stool as he walked toward the guitar string noose he hung up on the rafters. He stood the stool right under the noose, and then he stood on it and slowly wrapped the wire around his neck. He tightened the noose, closing his eyes as it slowly enveloped his neck like a razor thin python.
“May God have mercy on my soul.” He whimpered, feeling frightened to take the terrible, final plunge into darkness. He had to do it. Nothing could save him except death.
His feet readied to kick the stool out from under his feet.
He closed his eyes tighter, readying himself for the shock of dying.
All he saw was not blackness, but a hellish world of monochrome green. His room turned into a sickening mockery of his quarters, turning machine like. It was like he was in the middle of a Borg Cube. His bed turned into a regenerator alcove. His replicator became a sea of moving wires. The noose turned into a hose that slid around him like a real snake, while the stool looked like a miniature Borg Cube with spider like metallic legs.
Ensign Corgan began to panic. He tried to kick the stool machine away in hopes of hanging himself before he had to endure more of the nightmare. Only this time, he couldn’t. Something inside of him gripped his heart and prevented his brain from doing anything he had to do.
“JUST LET ME DIE, GODAMMIT!!!” He screamed. His voice sounded very much like a Borg drone, sounding disoriented like he had just been disconnected from the hive.
Inside the hellish machine room, voices started to appear. First, it was just a whisper of a dozen drone voice, followed by more voices as they got louder. They got louder, and louder, and closer and closer until it sounded like thousands of voices cramming into his brain at a volume higher than his amplifier was capable of.
“MAKE IT STOP!” He yelled. Still, the voices got louder and more numerous.
“STOP!” He repeated.
“STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!”
He snapped back to reality. He still had the guitar strings in his quivering hands. Ensign Corgan pulled the wire off his neck and threw it away in disgust.
“Oh my God, I actually almost did it. I almost killed myself.” He told himself in sheer horror.
What scared him more was the frightening nightmare while he tried to hang himself. It seemed so real, like he was in the middle of hell’s outhouse, or a Borg cube. He leapt out of his stool and collapsed on the bed. There was no way he could shake this off.
His mind kept thinking about what happened. “Was it real? Was it fake? Am I going insane? Did my neighbors hear me scream? What the hell is going on with me?!?”
“Please God, please help me… wherever or whoever you are.” He asked. For five minutes he sat on his bed, waiting for an answer, the answer that would not come to him.
“What am I,” His mind screamed, “a grain of sand in the ocean?!?! I thought God cared! Why the hell am I being messed with? Why can’t they all just screw off?!?”
He didn’t want to tell anyone else about the bad dreams. Even Ensign Sotek was denied the information about his re-occurring nightmares, in fear that Sotek would show the Vulcan equivalent of worrying. All Ensign Corgan wanted was to make it all go away. Lt.Jg. Charles Marx, his own anti-social behaviors, Sotek, the Galaxy and even the past was what he wanted erased from memory and from the entire universe so that he could live in peace. It was an unreasonable request that even the nicest prayer to the most omnipotent being wouldn’t be able to solve. He was stuck with all of his pain, and there was nothing he could do to make it better. Even the famous Counselor Troi couldn’t heal him.
“It’s all so futile, just like the Borg always say.” He thought, “I cannot live, I cannot die, and I cannot most certainly have peace of mind. Why the hell should I be stuck with this?”
Ensign Corgan started to feel sleepy. He tried to fight the heavy feeling in his eyes, but he couldn’t resist. He had to close his eyes and hope to God that he could face what’s on the other side.
“Give the pain to someone else who deserves it.” Ensign Corgan muttered as he fell asleep. His eyes instantly winked out, and he found himself in his quarters again. This time, a person just like him stared back. He was dressed in leather pants, a black shirt, and an old leather trenchcoat. His head was clean-shaven and his eyes were a steely gray. His other half seemed to stare right through him, like he could break through all the protective barriers of his mind.
“Hey, rainy face, it’s me.” Transmitted a certain part of his brain, known as the conscience.
“Go suck a dick.” Ensign Corgan cantankerously shot back.
“Hey! You know you’re insulting yourself.”
“I insist, so that you’ll be so full of dick that you won’t even talk?”
“No, don’t swing that way. My boys like girls.”
“Oh yea, you are me after all.”
“That’s right, and if we are to get through this, we have to be strong, instead of moping and trying to kill oneself.”
“Don’t you get sick of it sometimes?”
“Hell yes. I have to listen to you b!tch and moan all the time.”
“I’m sorry if I inconvenience you, but you’re right about one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m a basket case, but I think it’s your fault. I keep getting all these bad dreams about the Borg, and they come from only one place, my conscience.”
“You’re blaming me?”
“Yes. What’s the matter, can’t stand me when I feel all right?”
“You little bastard. Don’t you think that the experience was so traumatic that it’s hardwired into your memories? I didn’t do jack, and I’d appreciate it if you gave me the proper respect. I only tell you what’s right and wrong.”
“All you do is screw with me. And I want those bad dreams out NOW!”
“Go suck a dick.”
The semi-comical banter between Ensign Corgan and his brain stopped. James was absolutely shocked by what his brain told him.
“Excuse me, what did you say?” He asked his unruly conscience.
“I said go… suck… a…” His conscience tried to say, but then he was cut off.
“I’m bringing out the tranquilizers! Now, shut up and quit bothering me, or I’ll dope us both up real good!” Ensign Corgan threatened himself.
“Son of a b!tch, you wouldn’t?”
“I would. Watch me go down to sickbay, request some happy pills, and watch you disappear from me forever.”
“NO! Don’t do it! I hate when that happens. You do stupid things when you’re doped up!”
“Well then, prepare to be doped stupid!”
“No! I’m just trying to help you out. Look, all I’m trying to say is suck it up like a man! You have to fight this thing head on, and without my help and the help of others, you won’t be able to win. Instead, you’ll really hang yourself from the rafters. I don’t want that, and neither do you.”
“Hell, neither do I. But I want it to stop.”
“It will stop. You have to hold your ground.”
“But do you have to be such an @$$hole?”
“It’s called tough love, and yes I have to give you overdoses of tough love so that you’ll get your ass in gear. Time to wake up!”
“What the…”
His mind instantly shot back to the waking world, bolting out of bed.
“That was strange.” He huffed.
He checked his alarm clock to see what time it was. The clock read 5:03 am. It was a few hours before alpha shift, his shift, started. He got up from his bed and rummaged through his clothes to find a good exercise suit. He knew that sleep, like resisting the Borg, would be very futile indeed. At least exercise didn’t hurt anyone, unlike dreams. In fact, he looked forward to shooting some pheasants on the English countryside with a horse, an old earth rifle and his hunting hounds. It was much more enjoyable than sleep.
"Early bird catches the worm" By Ensign Autumn Jameison Medical officer Deck 3 juniors officer's quarters Room 5524. the name plate reads "Ensign Autumn Maeribeth Jameison." The room was dark and warm. The lights flared on revealing a normal size room. Shelves were cluttered with nick nacks and other objects. A bed was pushed against the wall and in it was a tall lithe woman of about 23yrs sound asleep. the desk had, books and holo tapes piled up and clothes were thrown over the chair. The wardrobe was open and it looked like a costume department. full of different clothes and shoes. The large table surrounded by chairs Had even more books piled up on it.. though these were the lastest medical journals. Computer: It is 08h. Wake up Autumn! The early bird catches the worm! Autumn rolled over and grumbled "oh please just five more minutes!And im not a bird!" Computer: No you said that you wanted to be awakened at 0800h So up you get... You'll be late! And I didn't call you a bird i was just using an old english term. Autumn glared towards the console and pushed back the covers. Her black hair fell in a tangled mess around her shoulders. Rubbing sleep from her green eyes she moved towards the shower saying over her shoulder "Im gonna reprogram you later" all she got in return was an electoinc snort. Autumn hit the water and striped off. when the water had reached the temperature that she wanted she got in. As she washed her hair she thought about the last few weeks on board the Galaxy. It had been fast pace and not very fun filled but she was handling the pace .She thought everyone was nice, and she had no urges to play tricks on anyone. From what she had seen of the Captain she doubted that a simple reprimand would be all she'd get for a prank. When she had finished she got out and wraped her hair in a towel then lightly drying her self off she moved back into the main room. "Computer: Normal breakfast please." Computer: working.Would you like coffee this morning Autumn? " No thanks Computer just hot chocolate thanks." The replicator wirred and hummed and there stood her breakfast of Bacon and eggs with toast and a large steaming mug of hot chocolate. " Computer. music please!" Computer: Working. As Autumn sat down to eat faint strains of violins and other instruments filled the room. She pulled a book from the pile on the table over to her and opened it and begane to read.In fact she was so busy reading the book that she didn't notice the time slipping away. Computer: time is 0845. you have 15mins to get to your shift Autumn. " Oh no!" Autumn jumped up and ran to get dressed."Computer standard uniform Pronto!" Her hair fell from the turban in which she had wrapped it and she set to it with a brush. By the time she had pulled it up into its normal style, the computer had her unifrm ready. She dressed as quickly as she could. Pulling on her boots she ran into the bathroom to clean her teath. Computer : 0855.you have five minutes " Thats enough time to get to deck 12 from here." Computer: if you say so Autumn. " It is" and she flew out the door, nearly coliding with the people walking outside. 'oh boy am i gonna cop it' She entered the turbolift and said "deck 12 Med bay" the turbolift droped fast and Autumn felt as if she had left her breakfast on deak 3. The doors opened and she ran out towards the med bay.
Electra rose from the OPS station on the bridge as Ensign Jonathan Drake arrived to relieve her. It had been a long shift, with little to do but monitor the normal power distribution flows of a ship in warp. She nodded once to Ensign Drake, letting him know that she accepted his relieving and walked to the turbolift with others from her shift. When the doors opened she walked to the rear and stood with shoulders slumped and head down as others crowded inside. When the lift arrived at her floor she exited and hurried swiftly to her quarters. She entered and collapsed on her bed, tired from her shift.
Electra wished she could just go right to sleep but she knew that it wasn't a good idea. Sleeping in her uniform often gave her a headache for some unknown reason. She rose and walked to the closet, where she got out a nightgown and changed. As she headed back to her bed, she noticed the computer console blinking that she had a message. She wondered whom it was from.
As she sat at the desk and accessed the message, she noticed that it was intra-ship and non-visual. ~That's odd, almost everyone uses visual, except for memos and those are titled as such. ~
The terminal loaded the message and Electra read it swiftly, then, tears in her eyes, again, more slowly. It read:
I AM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU ON BOARD LOVEY. I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING MUCH MORE OF YOU. AND I WILL. SEE MUCH, MUCH MORE. SOON SWEETIE. I'LL SEE THOSE LONG LEGS OF YOURS AND THAT LOVELY CHEST. ALL DRAPED IN ONLY THAT LUSCIOUS, LUSTROUS BLACK HAIR. BE READY. IT WILL BE SOON. BELIEVE IT. I KNOW ITS WHAT YOU WANT BABY. I'VE SEEN IT IN YOUR EYES, YOUR SECRET SMILE. I'LL COME FOR YOU SOON. DREAM OF ME TONIGHT LECTRA. DREAM OF ME UNTIL I CAN HOLD YOU.
Electra shivered, suddenly freezing. "Computer, who is the author of this message?"
[ Unknown. ]
"Trace the path this message took through the communications system. What terminal did it originate from?"
[ Unable to comply. Path route has been deleted. ]
Electra rubbed her arms, lower arms wrapped around her as if hugging her. She sat in front of the terminal, worried, fairly certain it was just a sick joke by Chuck Marx, but worried even so. She reached for a PADD. "Computer download message to PADD."
[ Downloading. Working.working...working.please restate request. ]
Taken aback, Electra scowled and repeated, "Download message on terminal screen to PADD."
[ Unable to comply. There is no message on the terminal screen. ]
She stared at the screen, aghast. It was true. The message had disappeared. The screen was blank. And the computer had no record of having received a message. Electra shook and jumped as her door beeped for a visitor. "W-who is it?" No one responded except the door, beeping again. She rose and walked to the door, opening it to an empty corridor. Empty except for a PADD lying on the floor. She picked it up and spun back into her room, locking the door behind her. The PADD had a brief text message on it.
I'M NOT STUPID SWEET LECTRA. DON'T THINK THAT I AM. I'LL SEE YOU SOON LOVE.
As she stared at the message, tears of fear and hate running down her face, the message disappeared from the screen and she knew without checking that there would be no record of it in the memory of the device. She lay on her bed, crying herself to sleep, wishing she had never heard of Chuck Marx. She was sure that this "joke" was his or at least, at his instigation, though he had never done this type of torment before.
As usual Danok was sitting alone in 10 foward just staring out the window. He wasn't a real party animal and was just thinking several things over. A few crewmembers had asked if he was ok. "There is no need for concern. I am perfectly allright in my current position." He had told them. No wonder most Vulcans spend there off duty time with hardly any company.
After about fifteen to twenty minutes he stood up and walked back to his room. The door closed behind him. "Computer activate personal EMH" The computer beeped. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Ah Danok, I am glad to see you. Oh, what is that ? You have a troubled face, care to tell me what is on your mind ?"
Danok folded his hands together and looked at his EMH. "Doctor, I have no expression on my face. However, your inital guess is correct. I am somewhat puzzled by the behaviour of councelor Shinta." Danok's EMH had taken the medical tricorder from the table and started to scan Danok. "Oh, Is she allright ? Hmmmmm, when did you go to sleep last time ? I am detecting some neural stress in your ventrical cortex."
Danok ignored the last question and came right to the point. "Her babies are now 8 weeks old and I saw her talking to them." The EMH closed the tricorder. "So, that is normal behaviour for a fresh mother like her. I don't see the point. The real issue is you. I bet you haven't slept like three days or so."
"Doctor, I have been up for 83 hours 40 minutes and..." The EMH interupted him... "Aha, just as I tought ! Danok, I know Vulcans can go without sleep for quite a while but even you have your limits. Now what was that about the councelor ?" Danok took time to refrase his sentence. "The councelor is talking in an unkown language to her children. I have searched the language database in 147 languages but the only word I could find was the Ferrengi word 'moogy'. It means mother. Now, I find it illogical for a Bajoran woman to talk Ferrengi to a child who has not developed it's communicative abilities yet."
The EMH scrathed his bald head. "Ehhr, do you remember what she said exactly to the babies ?" Danok nodded. "If memory serves she said : 'Goochy'" Danok tought for a second. "'moochy moogy woo' and thereby caressing the chin of the baby." The EMH's eyebrowes went straight up. "If you will excuse me I think this is a nice oppertunity to see if my laughing subroutine still works..." While the EMH laughed, Danok put his hand behind his back. "I fail to see the humor in this. Doctor, do you know what it means ?"
"Hahaha ahum sorry Danok, it is not funny ahum... Sure I know what it means. It means scrap !" Danok wos now even more puzzled. "Scrap ? As in debris ?" He asked. "No no, Danok. It just doesn't mean anything. Bajoran people and many other races use it to keep the baby happy. It immitates the sounds the baby heard while still in the womb. It gives the baby a sence of security. I'm surpised you didn't know that. Well I guess your Vulcan training didn't had any lectures about emotions. I suggest you pop round in sickbay and ask one of the Doctors to teatch you a thing or two."
And still with this words in his mind. Danok reported for duty....
*** nearly 0600 hours, Cathedral Plaza, Decilia VII ***
The crowd continued to swell beyond the perimeter of the Plaza. Over thirty thousand faithful packed each other ever more tightly into the hexagonal park that stood at one end of the mighty Cathedral of the Word.
It was Prophtsday, the busiest day of the week for the priestesses of the Cathedral; not to mention the priestesses at thousands of temples across the planet, and five thousand temples spread across six other worlds in Decilia's sector of the Gamma quadrant.
Someday, Temples of the Word would spread to the ends of the Quadrant, and farther!
But the crowd; it was a living thing. Like an organism, its parts each had differing functions. The center of the Plaza was filled with a thousand dependable followers who appeared every day, and very early. They were the heart and the voice, and loudly they chanted the prayers for the rest to learn. The skirts of the Plaza nearest the Cathedral teemed with the needy -- the ill, the poor, the impoverished and the grieving. They were the hands, open for alms or food. The remaining grassy area held thousands of faithful visitors anxious to see the Prophetess make her daily appearance, and her weekly speech. They were the eyes, eager to see. And the outskirts, the first twenty meters of each adjoining street were filled with the Prophtsday zealots: one-day-a-week believers whose everyday life was too occupied with mundanity to allow much freedom for worship -- though worship they did. They were the legs of the crowd, keeping it moving and active.
The acolytes were already among the crowd, holding hands of the sad and grieving; feeding the hungry; mending the injured; counseling the needy with advice and expressing the love of their Prophetess.
*** the Cathedral of the Word ***
Just inside the enormous portcullis of the Cathedral's entrance, the Prophetess, Madame Kiye, Keeper of the Word, closed her eyes in meditative preparation for her Prophtsday sermon. She whispered her own private mantra. Then she listened silently to the crowd noises outside.
She was ninety-one years old. Her mother hadn't lived to eighty, yet Madame Kiye still performed all the duties of her office though at times it was difficult and she felt pain in her joints. Her private doctors told her she'd not live more than another year or two. Her most senior advisors were certain she would live to one hundred! She fooled them by working a full day, every day.
Her complexion was no longer the deep, rich brown of her youth: it was ashen and wrinkled, her facial ridges pale. Her figure was no longer shapely and slim, she was bent with age and padded with a cushion of fat. Her knuckles were swollen and she walked with the aid of an ornate staff.
Beside her, an aid cleared his throat so as not to surprise her. "Prophetess, it is nearly six hundred hours," he gently reminded her just as someone did every morning.
The elderly woman opened her eyes and looked at the aid. "Of course, young man. Why ever else would I be standing here?" Her tone suggested pleasant resoluteness. "Very well, help me outside now and I will speak to my people."
"Your majesty," he added, while he took her arm, "Your advisors wish me to remind you that you have a cabinet meeting this morning. It seems that the affairs of government leave you no time for rest!"
The portcullis began to rise quickly. When Madame Kiye was a child, she reminisced, the portcullis made a terrible ratcheting sound as it rose that carried across the city. Now, with the modern technology that crept ever more deeply into their society, the comforting sounds of childhood were gone, replaced by quiet efficiency.
The couple stepped toward the opening as the morning sun streamed in, illuminating dust motes which danced in the air currents from outdoors and gave the illusion that the air boiled. The Prophetess stated to her companion "There has never been rest for the Keeper of the Word, my child."
*** Cathedral Plaza ***
The prayers of the gathered reached a fever pitch when the crowd saw the Prophetess emerge from her Cathedral. To them, she was the embodiment of their religion, The Word, as well as the representative of their world to the rest of the sector as their Matriarch. These were fervent believers.
Simultaneously, throughout the crowd, acolytes called out in unison, "All heed the voice of your Prophetess, Madame Kiye!" A hush fell on the crowd, and they watched their illustrious leader climb down the final steps into the Plaza.
The Plaza occupants nearest the Cathedral dropped to their knees and spread their arms in the traditional way. She walked among them, fearless of the thousands of hands that reached out to brush against her golden and green gown. None spoke above a whisper, but the combined whispers were nearly deafening in the crowded field.
When Madame Kiye spoke, cleverly hidden directional microphones picked up her words and amplified them to all parts of the great intersection. Her voice was also transmitted to Temples all over Decilia and her six neighbor worlds. "My people" she said, though it seemed a shout to the listeners. "MY PEOPLE!" they heard.
"LISTEN AS I BRING YOU THE WISDOM AND LOVE OF THE WORD!"
Michala entered sickbay, out of uniform. It was her off time and she had reported first, not worrying about uniforms. She was quickly briefed on what they had to do. Putting on a smock, she looked at the photos. She had not worked with dermaplast before. Since this procedure was new to her, she assisted Dr. Maas quietly. Making mental notes of the decisions he made and how he sculpted what he wanted into the faces of their crewmates.
The procedure took quite a bit of time. She stayed while Dr. Maas briefed the team on the changes to their bodies, the protection devices that he had replicated and the general medical notes of the mission. She was glad she did not have to go, the faces were odd, though you could still tell who was who. Dr. Maas' work was impeccable. She hoped that one day she would be as good.
She watched as the team left and let out a sigh. Dr. Maas turned the sickbay back over to Andree. She smiled at them both and headed towards her own office. Shedding the smock, she ran her hands through her hair. She still had to tell Dr. Maas of her current condition but decided she had time. She made some notes and then found the nearest replicator.
"Two sets of baby booties, one pink and one blue. Wrap them appropriate for gift giving." She waited for her order making a mental note to check her replicator credits. She took the package and headed out of sickbay. She had promised that she would stop by the Maxwell's. It was just barely early enough to keep from being rude.
It was the first morning of the first full day John Drake had been posted aboard the USS Galaxy. It was a much bigger ship than the Venture had been. And, so opulent compared to the Steamrunner-class. The Galaxy-class starships certainly earned their reputation as the luxury liners of the fleet.
He stepped out of his quarters later than he would have liked, but getting things situated had taken longer than he planned. He was wearing a pair lightweight running shorts over spandex running shorts and a t-shirt. He started running off down the corridor at a decent pace. It was good to stretch his legs out on a good run. He hadn't run in about four days, since before he arrived on DS9. The station wasn't really set up for running. He picked a random level in the turbolift. As the door to the lift closed he started off again.
He'd made it halfway around the saucer, weaving around the few people along the corridor when a woman with blond hair caught his eye. She was walking in his direction, glancing between PADD and doors along the corridor. As he drew closer he could see a hint of Bajoran heritage in her face. She was definitely attractive. He gave her a smile as he passed.
Once past her, he shook his head. "Wow."
Michala had been on a hard path since she returned. With Mike saying that he could not be impartial, she had not yet sought out Karyn. The babies were keeping her busy and she still had to tell Eric her decision. She had several appointments that were fairly routine with personnel, so first things first. After all, she had duty to attend to before personal concerns.
Much later, she found she had only one routine physical left. She sighed, it had been a long day. She felt ragged and in need of a little down time. But her quarters felt empty after spending a week with the kids. She looked at the name and went to the outer room were a couple people were waiting. "Ensign John Drake?"
John glanced up as his name was called. He set down the PADD he'd been reading and stood. The doctor was the same woman he'd seen during his run earlier. He gave her a half-smile and followed her through the door. "Hi, Doc," he said as they moved back to the room where the physical would be given. He offered her a PADD. "That's got Dr. Sinclair's notes from my previous posting as well as my Academy health records and complete health history from Earth."
Michala scanned it quickly. "Wonderful, a simple in and out appointment then.Why don't you hop up on the bio table and I'll take the samples I need for your Galaxy files and we will get you on your way." She smiled warmly and waited for him to comply.
John hopped up onto the table as instructed and rolled up his sleeve. With modern technology, a hypospray didn't need contact with flesh to do its thing, but it was definitely easier. The table itself would read all his vitals, but bloodwork still required a physical sample.
As she went to work he smiled at her. "You really look like you could use a break," he said. "I know that look. I see it in the mirror a lot. You still have much of a day ahead of you? I'm John Drake, by the way." He glanced down at the PADD he'd handed her, and the file she'd been holding earlier and chuckled. "Obviously."
"Either that or a dang good copy." She teased lightly. "Actually you are my last casualty for the day." She had the computer record his vital signs and then took the samples she needed.
He watched her work with a half smile. "You wouldn't be interested in heading to Ten Forward for a bite to eat, would you? I mean, if you aren't doing anything after your shift, of course. I just transferred over from the Venture, and I haven't had the chance to meet anyone other than the guy manning the transporter console. I've always heard it's a good idea to get to know the medical staff since they're the ones who put you back together when things don't go according to plan. If you're busy, it's not a problem."
Michala had been about to refuse. But, it was a friendly offer and what was she going home to? "I don't know Ensign, I mean you ARE a junior officer and a patient?" Her voice was mockingly severe.
John smiled and fought back a laugh. "That is true," he said. "Though, I've had my one pip for two years. And, perhaps watching me eat, the food I choose, will give you an added perspective on my relative health. I mean, how much can you really learn about a person with a tricorder and a bio bed? Actually, knowing what I know about tricorders and bio beds, quite a lot. Forget that argument. Actually, I picked up some latinum in a dabo game over on DS9, and I need to spend it somewhere. Lunch for the woman who's responsible for making sure I'm healthy is a good deal in my book. And, my friends are all back on the Venture, so I need to make new ones. Even senior officers who are also my doctor."
Michala laughed. "Now how can I turn down an offer like that?" She made a couple notes on her PADD and looked up at him. "Where shall I meet you? I would at least like to lose the uniform."
"You want to just meet on Deck Ten, at the lounge?"
"All right. Say, in an hour?" She smiled warmly. "I promise to bring my hypospray and tricorder to make you feel at home."
"Sounds good," John said with a laugh. "If you're done with me here, I'll see you in an hour."
She dismissed him and went to her office to make the final notes for her shift. An hour later, she stepped into the lounge. She was nervous, she hadn't really made much effort to come here before this. She was dressed in a loose top that fell to her thighs and matching leggings. The emerald green brought out her eyes. She had let her hair down. She wasn't sure why, she just felt the need to be attractive.
Since the doctor had said she wanted to change out of her uniform, John decided to do so as well. He'd put on a pair of black synthetic leather trousers and a white silk top. He also threw on a leather long coat with silver clasps running down the front. As he entered the lounge, he noticed she had just arrived and was looking around the room. He stepped up toward her and edged his way around her. "Hey," he said with a grin. "Sorry I'm late. Got held up with a message from my new boss. You look nice for an off-duty doctor."
Michala turned and her breath caught slightly. "Wow, you don't clean up badly yourself." She blushed when she realized she had said that outloud. "I mean.. oh.. I think I will just shut up now." She couldn't believe she had just said that.
John laughed but could feel the beginning twinge of embarrassment setting in. "Thank you," he said, he looked round the room and spotted an empty table on the other side of the room. "Why don't we just move past this part and over to the part where we find a table and order some food. Then, I want to find out your name because I'm going to feel really silly calling you 'Doctor' while we're talking."
Michala let him guide her to a table. She took a seat and smiled as he sat across from her. "I guess a name is a good start to dinner, after all I know yours. My name is Michala Lynn." She felt odd here. She never ate in the lounge, in fact, she hardly even came here.
"Michala," he said as he thought about it. He looked up at her and grinned. "That's a nice name. It suits you. You ready to order?"
MIchala nodded. She wasn't really too hungry but she was out of her quarters and it felt refreshing.
John tapped the call button on the edge of the table and a Cardassian man approached. "Good evening," he said with a friendly smile. "What can I get for the two of you?"
John glanced over at Michala, extending a hand to indicate Door should take her food order first.
"I will have a Calfrear Salad and sauteed fish." She thought for a moment. "I also would like a berry tea, iced." She looked up at John to see what he would order.
"I'd like an filet of Andorian kish'ka with roasted potatoes. A dinner salad would be good too, with a raspberry vinaigrette. And, iced tea and water to drink."
Michala waited till they were alone. "So, where does the healthy and totally fit John Drake hail from?" She leaned on the table, her face on her hands. She was totally interested in where this man had suddenly appeared from.
John smiled. "Well," he began, "I was born on Earth. Actually a small island in Northern Washington State. My father was a doctor in Starfleet and my mother was a civilian xenoarchaologist. I grew up knowing I wanted to be a Starfleet officer. My first tour was aboard the USS Venture. I was a helmsman there. I was looking for a change a couple weeks ago, so I decided to look for open postings. I saw the Galaxy had operations openings, so I applied. And, here I am. How about yourself, Doctor Michala Lynn?"
Michala grinned. "Are you sure you are ready for this?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm ready," he said.
"Okay, but remember, you asked for it. I was born here on the Galaxy. I am almost two years old now and only just recently made Lieutenant. I am a composite being of four other people so my memories are much older." She accepted her drink as the man serving them approached. She took a sip of her tea to see how he would take this.
John glanced at the iced tea sitting in front of him and then at Michala. His mouth quirked into a smile. "That's fascinating," he said. "You have to be the most competent two year old I've ever met, especially to be able to serve as a medical officer on a starship. That's-- So, what happened if you don't mind my asking? If I get to nosy, just let me know."
"There was a transporter accident. The odds were astronomical I am told and I should not exist. Nine people transported simultaneously, I am a composite of four. They thought that one had died, but she was later found, no one is sure where the matter came from. Personally, I no longer wish to know. Since they thought that Casey Ti Miran had died, they gave me her identity to start with, but later that got rescinded when they found her." She took a sip of tea. She blushed slightly at the way he was paying attention to her.
John nodded. "Well," he said, "I'm glad you do exist. I can't imagine what everyone in the lounge would think about me if I were chatting away and you weren't here. And, I don't know if I'd call it an accident. We'd all be lacking without you here. This probably sounds hokey, but I'm just glad to know you."
Michala laughed. It felt good to actually sit back here on the Galaxy and relax. "So, a little more personal question. Did you bring family with you, or to be more blunt, are you attached?"
John smiled. "I am not attached," he said. "I haven't really had a special someone since joining Starfleet. I don't know. There were a lot of really nice women on the Venture, but I didn't feel I was ready to move beyond friendship then. I was still trying to get settled, I guess. What I about you?" he asked, glancing at the ring on her finger.
"Actually, I am engaged to Captain Deiran Casey." Her voice held a tinge of regret. "It is a long story. A lately, not such a pleasant one."
"Really," he said, an eyebrow quirking, "what's been happening lately."
Michala frowned. "Maybe another time, I am not sure I am ready to explain." She smiled as their meal was set in front of them. "So how do you like the ship so far?"
John glanced across the small table at Michala's plate. "I knew I should have ordered that," he said with a grin. "So far, I like it here. The ship's really nice and I feel comfortable here already. And, the food's great." He glanced up at her and quickly looked away. "The company's great too."
"Careful Mr. Drake, I might think you were flirting." She teased lightly. Just then her communicator beeped.
"Lt. Lynn, please report to sickbay."
Michala frowned and stood. "My apologies, I don't normally get called off shift, so it must be important."
John nodded. "I understand," he said. "That's life in Starfleet. You'd better get moving. Maybe we can do this again sometime. And, I promise not to flirt...too much."
David stood in a semi concious state, trying to operate his console and sleep at the same time. It wasn’t working. Delta shift seemed to be dragging on more than normal for David who was desperate to get off and have some sleep. *Starting at 3 in the morning is no job, it should be considered beyond the call of duty, maybe worthy of a medal or at least an ‘I survived Delta shift’ T-shirt* he thought to himself, next shift he was going to sleep before the shift and not after as he was going to do now. The console emitted a perfectly acceptable beep jolting David out of his thoughts. He quickly glanced around the bridge using his betazed abilities to get see if the rest of the crew sentenced this stretch had similar feelings as him.
Lt Gustavson sat in the command chair periodically glancing round the bridge. David quickly sensed that he was the only one remotely interested in what was going on, but reasoned that was to be expected as David would be pretty happy to be in command of the ship.
Remembering his duties David quickly made a passive scan of the surrounding space but found nothing of particular interest and his mind began to wander again. This would be the first time that he would go through the Bajoran Wormhole and he was pretty interested as a scientist to view such an advanced technological achievement, if the Federation had that kind of technology the list of possibilities would be endless. The lights around the bridge flickered on signalling the artificial sunrise and the fact it was 6 o’clock. *Halfway through the shift and nothing to report, I just love to fly through perfectly familiar space with no suprises occuring and everything just perfectly normal.* Of course if something out of the normal occurred it would probably threaten destruction of some sort or another so David reasoned that he might as well be happy with the norm and get on with it.
**** 4 hours later ****
It had been half an hour since the end of his shift and David was now determined to stay awake till at least 7 in the evening so his sleeping patterns would be adjusted to his new shift position. To stay awake he decided to head to the labs, most of all because he knew Ensign Soleri would be there. If anyone could keep him awake it would be her as they had become quite good friends whilst working during the Ursid mission.
**** At lab 2 ****
The dull grey door slid open and David cantered into the lab. Ensign Takahashi was working on some biological sample too emthralled with the green bugs in front of her to notice David’s arrival. Ensign Soleri was a couple of workstations further on, her distinctive blue antenna making her plainly obvious in the non blue crowd.
“Hi Sendi, you still working on that sample we found a couple of days ago?” The small andoran glanced up smiling at David. “Hey Re’Cannto, I’ve just finished my lab shift so I haven’t had a chance to study it any further.” David pulled up a seat alongside Sendi taking a look at the readings that had been obtained so far.
“You noticed anything odd yet” questioned Sendi
“Yeah, there are elements of victurium alloy in the rock. That would explain the difficulty in beaming it aboard but also shows that this was artificially created.”
David tried to think beyond the conventional for an interesting explanation for the reson the small lump was floating in space but was left only with the blinding conclusion.
“It’s probably just some bloody junk from a frieght ship” David looked at Sendi trying to see if she could offer any other explanation. The blue skinned ensign shrugged her shoulders. “That was my conclusion, lets take a look at something else that was deemed suitable for study.”
USS Galaxy
Commander Thomas had now finished with three of seven. He was ready to call the next person on his list, and that was none other then Lt. Commander Ethan Suder the ship's chief engineer.
"Commander Thomas to Lt. Commander Ethan Suder." Chris said tapping his combadge as he continued to push through the list.
"Suder here." Ethan replied quietly.
"'Commander I was wondering if I could schedule up a time to see you tomorrow." Chris said as he glanced down at his current schedule.
There was a slight pause. Ethan was no doubt checking when he was free. "Fourteen hundred hours?" came the reply.
"Sounds good to me, I'll see you then." Chris
"Will do." was the short answer Ethan gave. Clearly he was busy in Engineering.
Hopefully this would prove to be a better way of handling these meetings. He would setup times with the rest of them and hope no one crossed paths at the same time. If they did then he'd have to figure out how to handle it.
** Next day **
Ethan approached the Commander's office. He wasn't exactly sure why Commander Thomas wanted to see him, but he figured it was just a regular meeting, a sort of, get to know the crew type thing. Chris hadn't been First Officer that long, and even before his promotion, Ethan didn't really know him that well, only what he had heard from others in Engineering. He tapped a button on the door panel and took a deep breath. He wasn't nervous but had a lot of work to do still in Engineering. Truth was, he was trying to keep himself busy.
"Enter." Thomas said as he put down the padd he was reading. This time Chris was happy to have scheduled the meeting instead of just having them drop by at any time.
The doors quietly slid open and Ethan stepped in. With a nod he approached the Commanders desk.
"Thank you for coming by 'commander." Chris said greeting him.
"Who am I to deny a request from the First Officer?" Ethan replied, a poor attempt at humor. Although he didn't really want to be there, he had to try and give some sort of image that he was comfortable.
"Please have a seat." Chris said to him as he moved in his own chair.
Ethan moved towards the chair and took a casual glance around the room as he sat down. He wanted to know his surroundings, even if it was just an office.
"Is there anything I can get for you 'commander?" Commander Thomas asked.
Ethan shook his head a hesitated before answering. "No... Thank you Commander. What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to talk with you about engine efficiency first." Chris said. "I've been reviewing the reports and I think when we arrive at Starbase Sierra we should endeavor to improve the output. Fine tune the engines, if you will."
"Of course. Been thinking about that myself, only the Ursid situation kind of got in the way of my thinking." Ethan said with a smile. This time he wasn't faking. He was getting comfortable now. Knowing that the Commander wanted to discuss work instead of some irrelevant chit chat.
"Do you think we'll have time to do this?" Chris asked.
"I'll make the time." Ethan replied. "Any job that needs doing is always treated as a priority."
"Very Good 'commander." Chris said. Now he needed to keep him thinking and working on else he'd lose his chance to evaluate him.
Ethan was still sat up straight, elbows resting on the arms of chair, thumbs joined together. He looked rather thoughtful. He noticed a slight pause and thought about peeking inside the Comamnder's mind, just to see what was going on. What was he thinking, what was he doing? But he didn't, he would let the Commander say it.
"'Commander Suder have you heard about Lt. Commander Sullax's departure from the Galaxy?" Chris asked him.
"I have. For a short while, it seemed to be the hottest news on the ship." he replied.
Chris continued to talk, choosing not to make a comment about what one hear's through the grapevine. "What do you consider to be the most important qualification to be in command?"
"Command?" Ethan replied. "The ability to work under extreme pressure and follow the rule book. Keep a workable atmosphere. You know, keep the team together. Because your always in a team. It's the team, the crew that makes the ship, not the person in command. The Commander guides the team. I believe that's why the Galaxy has come as far as it has. Not through self thinking, but because we're a team." Suder explained. "And because someone like Captain Price can keep the team together, work under pressure and follow orders to the letter, well ninety nine percent of the time," Ethan said with a smile, "that's why Starfleet considers us to be one of the finest crew's in the fleet."
Commander Thomas looked down at his padd, noted something looked up at the chief while his didn't move. Interesting, he thought. "So you consider Price to be the key to why the Galaxy has remained at the top of Starfleet's most wanted list." Chris said. "I must admit I never thought I would hear someone say that. But you're right this ship does have one of the finest crew's in the entire fleet." He paused for a moment before continuing. "The truth is the Galaxy has a crew that works and thinks like a team, because we're around each other every day, more or less. Because we experience this closeness we learn we must work as a team to get things done, and because of our training at the academy."
"It's got to be like that everywhere. Whether it be on the Bridge, Sickbay or in Engineering. That's why there is a Chief of each department I guess." Ethan said with a little chuckle. "I also think a good Commander should be able to control a situation with extreme caution and observation. I think it's a key to have the respect of the crew as well. If your not respected then there is no team." Ethan continued.
"Respect is important to getting team work, because you'll need it to get the job done. This is true most of the time, but I will let you in on a secret if you think everyone has time for team work, then you're wrong. There are those in command that would disagree with you, given certain conditions." Commander Thomas said. "When you have the time to development team work, trust and friendship with those under your command then you should, because it's important. So you're right in many ways." Chris said jotting another note.
"Thank you, sir. I understand that not every situation could involve team work, but I think like Captain Price, it is a key element."
"Do you remember Commander Casey?" Chris asked.
Ethan didn't move. He didn't want to make any quick reactions that the Commander may jot down on his padd. "I served with Commander Casey for quite some time, Commander." he replied.
"What did you think about him, as first officer?"
"As First Officer," Ethan began repeating what Chris had said, "He got the job done." he said trying to keep clear of the negatives which seemed to be a huge list in Ethan's mind.
Commander Thomas got the sense that Mr. Suder didn't very much care for hearing the name Casey. Which wasn't to surprising as they'd both been around to witness Commander Casey's actions first hand. "You seem to be struggling with some internal conflict about Commander Casey, or now days Captain Casey." Chris said.
"We didn't get along. But I don't take personal issues to work with me."
"Mr. Suder you have permission to speak freely during this meeting." Commander Thomas said. "I just don't go around broadcasting it to everyone on the ship. When you're in my office you can speak freely, unless I say otherwise."
"There was always a wall of friction between the two of us. Our ideas, opinions and thoughts very often clashed. There were also a few incidents in which he wasn't setting a very good example. He was just too cocky. Sometimes, specially in battle, it seemed he would do anything to win, like he was trying to prove a point to someone, I don't know, maybe his father, the 'Admiral'." Ethan said. He cleared his throat and then continued. "But in order to win, he wouldn't hesitate to put other people's lives at risk. I admit in some cases, this is unavoidable, but he just seemed to lose control when in battle."
"Yes not a typical first officer's stance, and defiantly not a Captain Price or Commander Casey stance either." Chris said. "I would rather hear your complaints or problems in here privately then to have them affect our interaction out there among the rest of the crew." Chris said.
"Like I said, I don't take my personal issues to work. I only talk about sensitive matters at work if I don't think it will have any major effect." Ethan stated.
"Now about Commander Casey." Chris said leaving him open to speak.
"Well, he didn't have the kind of respect you'd think a First Officer would have. Because of the reasons I mentioned I think. I wouldn't have expected a First Officer to be like Derian Casey, Commander." Ethan said to Chris. "To tell the truth, sir, he just wasn't a good model for the kids that come to the Galaxy these days. You know as well as I do that the youngsters look up to people such as the Captain and other high ranking officers on the ship. In fact, the only two people I know who got along with him was the Captain and Commander Dallas."
Chris listened as he wasn't sure opening this can of worms was a good idea. "Commander Casey was/is a productive of his environment, namely his family. I almost feel sorry for him, but even more so I feel sorry for his kids. They will more then likely grow up to be like their father, whether Deiran believes it or not." Chris said. "Mr. Casey is just one of the quirks in Starfleet."
"In my opinion, he was an unstable element. Just wanted command of his own ship so he could go galloping around the Universe as if it were his backyard. He was an emotionally unfit man who was trying to impress his father to get Command. I suppose having family in high places can be an advantage, when you have family that is." Ethan said with a smile.
Chris listened to the commander. "I think his family pushed him to preform and they can't escape family history."
"He's not as bad as I'm making him out to be. A couple of times, even though I didn't like him, he would get my respect for a short while because he came through for the crew. But seeing him in a combat situation when the Captain wasn't around, makes me glad I'm Chief of Engineering." Ethan continued. "But right now, I think we've got a good command team." he added. "Rest assured if I have any problems, I'll be talking with that person as I did with Commander Casey. They were off the record talks, but I knew if we were going to work together, we'd have to at least try and get along."
Commander Thomas nodded, "I understand."
"Glad we don't have that problem." Ethan stated.
"Ethan, what if I told you I was interviewing for the ship's second officer position." Commander Thomas said.
"Well," Ethan thought about the answer before replying. Everything he said had been thought ahead and he was confident when he spoke. "I would have to say that I wasn't surprised, sir." he said with a slight smile. "You asked near the beginning of the conversation if I was aware that Lt. Commander Sullax had departed and I knew he was the Second Officer. We then moved on to discuss Command. I would put
two and two together, sir, although one thing still puzzles me." the Betazoid said. "Why bring up Commander Casey, sir?"
Commander Thomas had anticipated this very question, "I had heard some talk that you and Casey didn't get along at all, 'commander. I wanted to know what kind of person I was dealing with and what I could expect if you were to become the ship's second officer."
"Well I certainly hope that this conversation has helped you in your choice, Commander." Ethan said. He wouldn't mind being Second Officer, but he wasn't too sure if he would get the job. He didn't mind if he didn't get the job, he would always be the Chief Engineer.
"I think that's everything I needed to talk with you about."
"Yes, sir." Ethan replied as he stood up. "Have a nice afternoon." he said as he walked towards the door.
"Thank you Ethan, you also enjoy your day." Commander Thomas said. "Thank you for stopping by."
Ethan then exited the commander's office.
Commander Thomas turned his attention to reviewing his notes.
Commander Thomas stepped onto the bridge after having seen Dr. Maas and his surgical talents. He was now no longer human in appearance, but Decilian in appearance and he was for the sake of argument returning to his home. Decilia. Chris knew that his current appearance had caught many people off guard.
Chris had also given the issue of names a long moment of thought, because based upon what they knew and had, only Savat's name could really work in their culture. The rest of them would have to adjust their names to fit their undercover role. With that in mind he'd decided to adjust his name to Kiris. Not much different then his own name, but it was very close to the translation in the Decilian's language, which was almost identical to the Cardassian language.
Chris did have a doubt about his selection for the away team members. He'd selected Lt. Nilani who was recovering from some recent events and she might not be fully ready for the upcoming stress of this mission. However he felt confident that she could handle the mission and it would help focus on something meaningful.
"Captain Price." Commander Thomas said making his appearance on the bridge.
Lee turned around and was surprised at what he saw. Decilians are brown-skinned humanoids with two sets of eyelids. They have brightly-colored cheekbone ridges and prominent collarbones, which make their ancestral relationship to the Cardassians apparent. Had the General not recognized the Commander's voice, he wouldn't have been able to tell whom he really was. "Crikey! You look absolutely amazing 'mate."
"I thought I should return to the bridge and see what everyone thinks." Chris said.
"You're the spitting image of a Decilian. That's for sure Commander." Lee added as Chris came walking down into the command well to stand by the Captain. Lee stood and walked around Commander Thomas, admiring the Doctor's work, as well as his outfit. "Right down to the wardrobe 'mate!"
Turning is wrist around to admire the outfit, Chris elaborated, "They had to be replicated manually. Lieutenant Commander Surok saw to the details and had a crewman create the away team wardrobe from surveillance photos he found in the Galaxy's databanks. Petty Officer Toe I believe sir."
Feeling the material and then looking at Chris again with a smile, the Captain stated, "Remarkable. Excellent workmanship. For the brief period you'll be down on the surface, I think the Cardassians will have no way of telling you aren't natives of the planet. Certainly anything but Starfleet Officers preparing to enter negotiations with the Matriarch of the planet for a treaty with the Federation."
Chris nodded. "No sir, I think we've been complete in this deception. Which brings up a good point sir. All this work will be for nothing if a Cardassian sees us materializing in the middle of town from a Federation transporter."
"Agreed. That's why your team will be beaming a short ways outside of town. You'll have to hike in to the Cathedral Plaza where the Prophetess should be waiting to greet you." Captain Price explained.
Commander Thomas nodded his Decilian appearing head. "A wise precaution. I just have one last question then Captain."
Lee looked into Chris' yellowish tinted eyes. He still couldn't help but be amazed at the surgical work Doctor Maas and his staff had accomplished with the crew. "What is that 'mate?"
"How will we let the Prophetess know we are from the Federation without blowing our cover?" Chris asked.
"I'm glad you asked 'mate. We have arranged for a code. Your team needs to seek out the Prophetess and gain an audience with her. She grants such audiences regularly, so the request will not create any suspicions. When in her presence, tell her that you have traveled very far in order to better understand the wisdom of the word. Tell her you have many difficult questions that you wish answered."
"That's it?" Chris asked.
"Aye. Asking for the audience will get you before the Prophetess. Telling her you have traveled very far will key her in. Many difficult questions will let her know you are from the Federation and are the ones sent to escort her to the ship. The Prophetess should make arrangements from there. If possible we can beam her straight out from the Cathedral. If not I'm sure the Prophetess will take you to a safe spot where you can beam back up to the ship undetected by the locals." Captain Price explained.
Chris nodded. "Seem simple enough. Very good Captain. Well, I need to get back to the others and brief them on the mission. We will be standing by in the transporter room."
"Fair dinkum Commander. We should be approaching Decilia VII in a few minutes. Once we are by the Cardassian space station that orbits the planet, it won't be long before we arrive to the proper orbit to sent your team down under."
"I'll await the go signal in transporter room one Captain." Chris nodded as he bowed his head again slightly and made his exit.
The Captain watch his First Officer walk all the way to the turbolift and turn around, waiting for the doors to close. Chris smiled when he noticed everyone admiring his new appearance. It really was hard to believe that underneath those clothes and cosmetic surgery, that Chris was actually human and not a real Decilian.
The journey through the multicolored matrix of the Bajoran wormhole, what the Prophets on Bajor called the Celestial Temple, was an easy passage for the USS Galaxy. It didn't take long before the Galaxy was through and found itself thousands of light years away in the Gamma quadrant. Upon exiting, the ship headed for the Decilia system as planned.
Final preparations of the away team's disguises were carried out over the next couple of hours. By the time the medical staff had finished their work, every member of the away team looked like a native Decilian.
The trip across the Gamma quadrant had fortunately turned out to be uneventful. Not a year earlier, this area of space would have been swarming with Dominion patrols. But now, the sector of space was relatively clear. Captain Price had enlisted the aid of the engineering department to help hide the Galaxy's warp signature as much as possible. The Galaxy class starship, one of Starfleet's largest vessels, was not really a stealth ship. But even so, there were tricks the miracle workers in main engineering would be able to use to help reduce the mighty ship's signature.
On the Bridge Captain Price sat, thoughtfully gazing out at the view screen and beyond. With the importance of this mission to Starfleet command, Lee wondered why the Galaxy had been chosen. Admiral Casey had said it was because of the Galaxy's neutral reputation with the Cardassians because of her relief effort immediately following the end of the Dominion war. But somehow that didn't sit right with the General. It sounded more like a convenient excuse. DS9 was the closest Federation station to Decilia VII thanks to the wormhole. It seemed that sending the USS Defiant with her cloaking capabilities would have been a far better move then sending the Galaxy. He couldn't understand why Starfleet would choose the Galaxy instead. Lee also has a sort of intuitive feeling that the Admiral was holding something back. He hadn't mentioned contacting DS9 about the mission, yet Colonel Kira knew. Because of the recent crew transfers, there had to be a couple of other people that knew as well. Captain Price just couldn't shake the feeling that some how, the Galaxy was being used and manipulated for this assignment, but he couldn't put a finger on how, or why. Unfortunately Lee wouldn't get to spend any more time worrying about it as the Galaxy arrived at it's destination.
"Approaching Decilia VII Captain." Lieutenant Maxwell reported from the helm.
"Bonzer 'mate. Mister Richeson, prepare to transmit the coded message that the Prophetess provided Starfleet to the orbiting Cardassian space station. If the information is correct, we should be able to detect their sensor grid deactivate for a period of time."
The Lieutenant, wearing a type II phaser at his side, took a small step to his right and activated the required transmission equipment. "Sending encrypted message now sir." Tim stated.
At Science station one, Lieutenant Commander Peterson, the newest senior staff member on the USS Galaxy, checked the ship's sensors. "I detect that the sensory network has been deactivated Captain. It is safe to proceed."
Lee gave Peterson a nod. "Good. Things are proceeding according to plan. Mister Maxwell, take the Galaxy into standard orbit. Let me know when we are within transporter range of the beam down coordinates."
"Aye sir." Bruce replied.
Less then ten minutes later the Chief flight control officer made the notification. "We are in transporter range Captain."
The General gave a nod and activated his communicator with a gentle tap. "Price to transporter room one. Proceed with transport of the away team 'mate. Give them my regards on a successful mission."
["Will do Captain."] Jensen replied over the channel. Just a few moment's later the chief transport operator returned, ["The away team has successfully beamed down to the planet sir. Just a kilometer outside of the Cathedral Plaza. They were undetected Captain."]
"Fair dinkum 'mate. Good job." Captain Price stated just before the channel closed. He then looked around the bridge at the command crew and commented, "Now we sit and wait for the signal to beam them back on board with the Prophetess. Lieutenant Richeson, keep a constant eye on the message board. I expect it will be a half hour to an hour before we get their signal to beam back to the Galaxy. When we do get it, I want to get them on board without delay. Understood?"
"Yes sir. I'll coordinate with Chief Jensen to make sure the transporter room stands by for emergency beamout." Tim replied.
Lee gave a nod. "Great. Then all we do is wait for Commander Thomas' camouflaged team to carry out their mission and report back..."
"Babies Arrive. Babies?"
Lt. Michala Lynn
Lt. Bruce Maxwell
Lt. Maxwell Shinta
Lt Com Karyn and Ensign Danock
Shinta was nervous, Bruce was here and she was very glad for that. But
she had not heard from Karyn yet, and she wanted her boss here as well.
"Have you paged Karyn?" She asked Bruce for the 10th time. Then she
squeezed his hand. "It hurts! Michala do something!"
Michala moved to her and gave her a light pain killer. It would ease the
pains but not stop the labor. "Shinta, I need to know. If things do not
progress normally, do you want me to take the baby by removal?"
" Removal? What do you mean? Save my baby, do not mind me, just save my
baby." Even with the painkiller she was in a great deal of pain.
Bruce looked over in shock and turned quickly, his ribs letting him know
he wasnt 100%. "What?"
"Your baby is doing fine. It is you I am worried about." Michala said
with concern. She was monitoring both and the baby, while agitated, was
fine. However, Shinta was not making good progress.
Karyn flew into the room just in time to hear the words 'you I am worried
about. Bruce had told her Shinta was in labor a while ago, but just as
she was about to return to her quarters to change and get to sickbay,
she'd had to help Nilani. Frankly she was still concerned about her, but
she was resting now, and Karyn had promised to be with Shinta as long as she
could.
From the look on Michala's face, something wasn't right. Smiling
reassuringly and taking Shinta's hand she asked, "Am I too late to
join the party?" A quickglance at the monitors showed Shinta wasn't
quite ready to deliver. After Michala explained the problem, Karyn
asked, "Should we try Pitocin to speed and regulate the labor?"
"I already have done that, but she is not progressing. The labor is nice
and steady but she is not expanding." Michala said softly.
Karyn decided to get a wet washcloth to cool Shinta down. She'd observed
labor only one other time with Miran and she'd forgotten how seeing
someone in pain got the adrenaline pumping. But she was a nurse now and
she was relieved she had the skills to monitor how things progressed.
"Shinta, what can I do to make you more comfortable...besides have the baby
for
you."
Shinta looked at her. "Karyn, promise to look after Bruce and the
children if... with Gavin it was not so bad. And I want the vulcan Dr.
here as well." deep down she knew all the people here would get emotional if
things went wrong with her, the young vulcan had stood by her when the others
were down on the planet, and she trusted him to keep a level head. "Karyn,
make sure the child comes first."
Karyn thought for a minute. "You mean the guy from engineering? I'll
Shinta nodded, "Ok, I'll get him." Karyn tapped her commbadge.
"Ensign Danok, please report to sickbay immediately. It's an emergency."
Danok was just about to run another diagnostic program when he heard the
call from Karin. The tought of the coucellors baby crossed his mind and
he looked at McDowell. "Go." He snapped. "Danok to sickbay, I'm on my way
now. Please stand by with a medical tricorder. Danok out" Just a few minutes
later he arrived in sickbay.
Standing by Shinta letting her use as a squeeze toy, Bruce looked up and
saw the Vulcan.He shook it off, and looked down at his wife. "Stop
talking like this, everything will be fine. Right Michala, Karyn?"
"Of course, you two, this baby is just being stubborn. It seems he or
she is not ready to enter the world and is going to put up a good fight.
This baby is as stubborn as a mule, just like the parents to be."
"Shinta, it won't come to that. Women don't die in childbirth anymore.
The worst case scenario is that we remove the baby cecearian." She looked to
Karyn for reinforcement and help. She gave Bruce's arm an encouraing
squeeze.
Karyn helped Shinta lay on her side, thinking the change would be more
comfortable and would help the labor progress. While they weren't going
to let her suffer, Karyn knew recovery from a c-section was longer for
the mother. Karyn also knew Shinta had planned for a natural birth
where Bruce could participate. Still, they would have to act soon
if there was no change.
He looked back at her and smiled. "Thank you Michala, by the way I gave
you a recomendation for promotion for your actions on the planet. I dont
think I have told you thank you and I am sorry yet." Bruce stated placing
his hand on her shoulder. He smiled through a grimace of pain.
Michala just gave Bruce a reassuring smile.
"I have seen many women die in childbirth on Bajor, and I can feel
something is not right." And other spasm off intense pain shook her. She
grabbed a firm hold on Bruce. "Hold me, it hurts so much."
"She shouldn't be feeling pain." Michala muttered to Karyn.
"I know, and the equipment is working as it should." It was time
to act and Michala knew it as well.
"Shinta, Bruce, I want to put an end to this. Let me take the baby. It
will be less tramatic for it and less pain for you?" Her last comment
directed to Shinta. Danok looked again at his tricorder. "I agree with Doctor
Lynn, according to these readings the child is in an unusual position this would
explain the great pain you are in. Perhaps we should get it out as fast as
possible. The logical course of action would be a c-section." Since Danok didn't officially
work in sickbay he picked up the laser-scalpel and the hypo with the
anesthetic and offered them to Michala.
Then Danok turned to Shinta "Yes counselor, you are correct, there are
still woman dying while giving birth. However I do believe this will not be
the case with you. The complications are not serious enough for that."
"If you have to, but I wanted to do this together with Bruce to be able
to see it." It was a big disappointment to her.
"He can be here if he is up to it." Michala assured her. She looked to
Bruce to see how he was taking all this. Michala squeezed her hand
reassuringly.
Danok looked at the councelor who was in great pain again. "Doctor Lynn,
may I point out that holding her hand will not speed up the process of
liberation. I suggest you take some form of action."
Karyn looked at Danok. "We appreciate your input, Ensign," was all Karyn
said, continuing to monitor her progress.
Danok ignored her remark and just looked at the tricorder and the monitor
of the bio-bed. "Her lifesigns are getting unstable doctor." He just said
with his calm Vulcan voice.
"I would suggest, Ensign that you should keep your mouth shut and Let the
Doctor and Lt.Commander Dallas do what they must. I would also suggest
that you do not question the way we try to comfort her." Bruce said slowly
turning
his head to look at the Vulcan with cold, and angry eyes.
Danok, suddenly remembering that his direct Vulcan approach just pissed
Humans off, raised an eyebrow while looking at Bruce and nodded. "As you wish
luitenant."
"Shall I scrub in to assist you, Michala?" Her nursing instincts were
coming to the fore. She wanted to assist and help Shinta through this as
much as she was able, but it was Michala's call as the attending physician.
Bruce kissed shinta on the forehead and squeezed her hand. He stepped
back and out of the way to let them do their jobs."I have the utmost
faith in you two. Please bring me both them." Bruce said sitting down,
exhausted.
Michala nodded. She didn't want to take the baby but with Shinta's
lifesigns becoming eratic, she didn't have a choice. The baby was also
showing signs of the beginnings of fetal distress. She signaled one other nurse and
she began laying things out that they would need will Karyn washed up.
Michala already had changed to deliver the baby, but sanatized with care and
when all was ready, she turned to Shinta. "Do you want to be awake?" she asked
gently.
"Can i?" Shinta asked. "Can Bruce stay too?" She continued eagerly. She
very much wanted to her Husband present.
"Yes, you can. Lay back and hold Bruce's hand." MIchala felt pretty
sure he would stay.
With both woman gathered around the bed Danok was more in the way than he
could help. He stepped away and looked at Bruce. He looked as if he was
run down by a shuttle craft. Danok walked to the replicator. "Computer, one
glass of Scotch Whisky." The computer beeped. "Unable to comply, alcoholic
beaverages are off limit." Danok put his hads behind his back. "Computer,
Repeat request. Authorisation Danok one-one-five-nine." Once again
the computer beeped but this time a glass of whisky appeared.
Danok walked round the bed towards Bruce who was sitting or rather
hanging in the chair. "Luitenant, If I may say so, you look terrible. Perhaps
you can use this." Then he offered him the glass.
Bruce downed the drink quickly and took her hand. "Thank you, ensign."
Michala put up the monitoring screen and also blocked Shinta's view.
Applying a local anthestic, she began to probe the baby's position. She
handed Karyn a compound of relaxatiants. They needed to stop or slow the
labor to ease the procedure. When she felt Shinta's muscles ease after a
contraction, she made a swift and fluid incision. The baby was low in
the womb and tangled somewhat in the umbilical cord. She moved swiftly to
remove it, untangling it and cutting the cord. She then handed the little
baby boy to Karyn. She turned to remove the after birth when an amazing site
was before her. Curled underneath the other baby and against Shinta's spine was
a second baby. Much smaller then the first and curled in a small ball. Michala stared at
amazement for a brief moment. How had their technology missed the twin?
It shouldn't have happened. But even when monitoring fetal heart, she had
only gotten one. And the ultrasounds had only shown the boy.
This little one had managed to hide behind its brother the whole
pregnancy.
Danok stood there and observed the whole thing. Suddenly he remembered the
strange reading he got before when the councelor was still in her own bed.
He blamed himself, he should of used a Vulcan method of probing. Once again
a Human method proved to be inconclusive. How could he have been so stuped.
"Karyn! Give the baby to Bruce and get a neonatal unit. NOW!" Her tone
brooked no arguement. She gently reached in and pulled the small baby
out. It couldn't weigh more then four pounds. It was a girl. She
carefully cut the cord, handling it carefully. She suctioned its mouth but
it did not cry. It wasn't breathing yet.
"Michala of this happening?" Shinta called out weekly. " is anything
wrong with my baby?"
Bruce alsmost went pale, the excitement ripped from him. He took his
little boy and almost cried. He then looked and Michala with another baby.
Bruce's heart jumped and fear spread thru out him.
Danok walked to one of the stationsand got a bronchial tracktion device.
"Luitenant, give me the baby please. It is not breathing yet." He commanded.
Michala looked with shock at Danock. She was the attending physician. But
she handed Danok the baby anyways. "I am well aware of that." She hissed.
She returned attending to Shinta as Danock moved away. She made a mental
note to speak to that man later.
Danok looked at Bruce and pushed hin back on the chair. Danok
sat down next to Bruce so he could see what he was doing, and accedentl;y
sat on the glass of whisky creating a stain in the side of his pants. Danok
ignored it.
He lay the little girl on it's stomach on his arm and activated the trackion
device. After a gurgling sound the slime came out of her longs (all over Danok's
uniform and commbadge) and the baby started to cry.
Bruce had a gring from ear to ear as he got his little girl back.... He was
holding a boy and looking at a very small but very vocal lttle lass. Karyn
brought the small neonatal bed to where Danock held the infant who had surprised them
all.
"My baby" Shinta said in a whisper, she was very tired. "I want my baby,
Bruce, Michala?"
"Bruce, can you show Shinta your baby boy? In the meantime Shinta, you also
have a little girl and Danock and Karyn will get her warm and cleaned up,
Okay? She is a little small but from what I can see, quite well." She
spoke gently as she began to close the opening they had retrieved the infants from.
Bruce stood, and layed the newborn baby boy in his mothers arms. Bruce looked
at her and smiled. "Just think Gavin is going to go nuts, a baby sister and
brother. I love you, lass. You did real good work." Bruce said proudly "Faces From the Past"
by Lieutenants Elaithin Jii and Mike O'Grady "Reviewing Candidates for Second Officer"
by Commander Thomas
First Officer
USS Galaxy
- Captain Price [Commanding Officer]
- Commander Christopher Kell Thomas [Executive Officer]
- Lt.Commander Ethan Suder [Chief Engineer]
- Lt.Commander Surok [Chief Operations Officer]
- Lt.Commander Kent Peterson [Chief Science Officer]
- Lt.Commander T'Zaq [Ast. Chief Engineer]
- Lt.Commander Michael McDowell [Ast. Chief Engineer]
- Lt. Bruce Maxwell [Chief Flight Control Officer]
- Lt. Ragnald Gustavson [Flight Control Officer]
- Lt. Tim Richeson [Tactical Officer]
Lt. Commander Savat - Chief Security Officer
Lt. Commander Surok - Chief Operations Officer
*Lt. Commander Kent Peterson - Soon to be Chief Science officer - New to the ship.
Lt. Commander Michael Jamson - Ops Officer
Lt. Commander Jake Olson - Science Officer
Lt. Commander Ethan Suder - Chief Engineering Officer
Lt. Commander T'Zaq - Asst. Chief Engineering Officer
Lt. Commander Michael McDowell - Asst. Chief Engineering Officer
*Lt. Commander Karvn Dallas - Chief Counselor
*Lt. Tim Richeson - Chief Tactical Officer
*Lt. Bruce Maxwell - Chief Helmsman
Security
Helm
Counseling
Tactical
Science
Operations
Lt. Commander Surok - Chief Operations Officer
Lt. Commander Michael Jamson - Ops Officer
Lt. Commander Jake Olson - Science Officer
Lt. Commander Ethan Suder - Chief Engineering Officer
Lt. Commander T'Zaq - Asst. Chief Engineering Officer
Lt. Commander Michael McDowell - Asst. Chief Engineering Officer
tbc.... "Good News"
By Lt. Mike O'Grady
and
Lt. Rayna Lamar "Guess who's coming to dinner?"
With Ensign Raven Darkstar, Captain Price and Guest
NPC Leo Streely. "Reviewing: First Meeting"
by Commander Thomas
First Officer
Lt. Commander Savat
Chief Security Officer
tbc.. Lieutenant Commander Ethan Suder
Chief Engineer "Too close"
Lt Mike O'Grady
Lt Michala Lynn "Waiting Room Worries"
Ensign James Lionel Corgan, Security
AND
Ensign Rebecca von Ernst, Tactical
(Outside in the corridor) "Reviewing: Other Chief's" pt.2
by Commander Thomas
First Officer
Chief Helmsman "A Call to an Old Friend"
by Commander Thomas
&
Captain Deiran Casey- CO of the USS Constitution- D Lieutenant Commander Ethan Suder
Chief Engineer
Engineer
(NPC) Reviewing: Other Chief's" pt.3
by Commander Thomas
First Officer
&
Lt. Tim Richeson
Chief Tactical Officer "Doing some work (supposedly)."
By Ensign Peter Lockhart The Old Stomping Grounds
By Ensign James Lionel Corgan
Security Officer, USS Galaxy "Beginning"
by Ensign John Drake
Operations Officer, USS Venture "What's A Girl Like You....."
By Lieutenant Elaithin Jii and Rose Isis McAllen
(Security & Science, Respectively)
by Lt. Elaithin Jii, Security, U.S.S. Galaxy "What Mothers Go Through. "
By:
Lieutenant Adrian An'quinsos
With:
Daenara An'quinsos (NPC)
And
Other various NPC's "Time out in Ten-forward"
By:
Lieutenant Adrian An'quinsos
and:
Lieutenant Rose MacAllen
with:
Zerhi No'hisyndiosyn (NPC)
Adrian's Fiancée
approved by Lt Elaithin Jii "The question of a phaser"
By Lieutenant Tim Richeson
And Ensign Peter Lockhart
And Captain Robert Edward Lee Price "Seeing to the Details"
by Lt Cmdr Surok
w/ NPC Petty Officer Sweswa Izbeqi Toe "Away Team Selection"
by Commander Chris Thomas
USS Galaxy
by Captain Price
tbc..
by Lieutenant Elaithin Jii, Security "Between a Rock and a Hardbody..."
Lt jg Khan Nilani
and
Ensign Rebecca von Ernst
Nilani moved to Rebecca's door, she was worried about her since there was a Lt going around on the ship hell bent on destroying there lives. Nilani wasn't a person to stand around and watch it happen mind you, she had her own plans. She pressed the button.
************* "Sleeves of feelings, sleeves of fur"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price
Ensign Robin Calvin - Engineering
Lieutenant jg. Morgan Rand - Science "A Logical Interview"
Commander Thomas
Lt. Commander Savat It was just another day on Deep Space Nine. Repair crews buzzed around the curved spires of the station in a gnat-like fashion. Every now and then, a passing freighter would block out the light from Bajor's sun, like throwing mid-afternoon shadows over the station. It was a lazy, peaceful day that promised nothing else to the thousands of people who made the station their home. Even the freighters, with their tight and demanding schedules seemed to share the mood of the day. A nearby Cornelian ore freighter followed its pre-arranged docking plans without complaints or worry. Its crew was in a jovial way, looking forward to the liberty their captain had arranged for them on the station. It was a quiet, routine day of operations. Who would even think to look for a cloaked Klingon battlecruiser following silently in its wake? The inhabitants of its bridge were in a different mood. They were tense, focused, resolute on keeping their presence a secret until their commander ordered them otherwise. Every move was deliberate and calculated to remain invisible within the boundaries of such a well-defended outpost. Their thrusters were matching the speed of the freighter's, mixing and masking their ions into its wash. The bridge space was absurdly sized in proportion to the rest of the ship. Considering the size of the white-hulled D-10, the tiny cupola that sat atop the double-pronged looked more like a sensory nodule rather than its centre of operations. But in no way did its size prevent the smooth functioning of the crew. Each member went about his tasks with grace and the fluidity that could be found in well-honed machines; machines that responded to the commands of the tall figure who sat in the throne-like command chair, dominating the centre of the bridge. This could be life described aboard any Klingon battlecruiser, but there were no klingons aboard this ship. Instead, the ship was crewed by tall, green-skinned Orions who wore a combination of furs and battle-leathers that seemed to double as uniforms. Each looked composed as he went about his tasks, but there was do hiding the primitve savagery that lay beneath the pale-green flesh. The formerly cardassian station grew larger in the view screen as the freighter the orions were tracking began its final approach. The commander moved his hand slightly to toggle a comm switch. " Are you ready down there? " He asked. " Ready father. " replied a deep voice. " You still have some time to reconsider, you know. " The commander ventured hesitatingly. " You know my decision. " The commander considered the answer. It was simply stated and that was a sign that his son had made up his mind. Once set, his mind was like stone: unmovable and fixed in place. " Very well. Can't fault an old man for trying. We're coming within transporter range of the station so make sure you have everything. Making a second trip back here isn't all bells and whistles you know. " He grumped. " I'm sure, father. " The commander hit the switch again, closing the channel. " Drop out of the freighter's wake and slip in beneath the third upper pylon. If Ursa is correct, then that's the sensor blind spot where we can drop the cloak and transport him aboard. I have no wish to stay here longer than I have to. " " Yes sir. " The helmsman's hands flew over the board, easing the massive ship into its secret berth. " Ready to drop cloak Commander. " The systems officer called out. " Do it. Transporter - be ready with your passen - ... " The passive sensor klaxon began screaming throughout the bridge, interrupting the commander's sentence. He whirled his chair around to face the sensor officer. " Explain! " He barked. " I think your son's tactical information might be outdated commander. The station has detected our presence and has activated its defence grid. " The commander turned back to the helmsman. " Back us out - nice and easy. Prepare to go to warp as soon as we have cleared the station's outer boundaries. " " Commander - their shields have been activated! " The helmsman shouted over the alarm. " So? Clear the station then before their weapons are activated. " " Commander, " the helmsman continued. " We are trapped within the interior of the shields! " " The station's weapons are hot and we are being hailed, Commander. " The sensor officer added. The commander sat stunned. In all the years of his illustrious career, never had he been trapped in a such a careless blunder. He toggled the comm switch on his chair again. " Ursa? " " Yes father? " " Get up here. Oh, and remind me never to trust your memory. You got the wrong pylon. " ************************************ Ursa Sunder rested his arms on the railing of the promenade of Deep Space Nine, staring out an observation window. He had always meant to visit the station, but with the GALAXY serving elsewhere he had just never gotten around to it. Ironically, the GALAXY was on its way here to pick up officers and he would return on board as well. The information he had picked up in the Kheloras System while running contraband with his father was definitely worth the trip. At least Admiral Casey seemed to think so when he had contacted him. Through the observation port he could see the SHADOWFIRE leave the station flight zone and slip into warp. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. He wished he could have been on the bridge to see his father's face when he dropped the ship's cloak. He knew Kengar too well that he wouldn't make a standard approach to a Federation base station, not with a Klingon bounty still on his head. But he would make a stealthy approach. Too bad it didn't work. The Bajorans wouldn't have held him anyway and Sunder was able to have a final joke on his father. " Commander Sunder? " A voice behind him interrupted his reverie. He turned to see a slight woman in a Bajoran Militia officer's uniform standing behind him with a less than congenial expression on her face. " Yes, Colonel ... ? " He answered. " Kira. Colonel Kira Nerys. You caused a bit of a stir in our ops room with your little stunt. " She said impatiently. " Sorry Colonel, but I know my father. He wouldn't have made a standard approach and I would have had to find alternate transport here. With time of the essence, the SHADOWFIRE was the fastest route here and you couldn't have paid Kengar enough to dock at a station where klingons dock on a routine basis. But at the same time, I couldn't allow him to take a Federation base by surprise, so this was the best compromise I could arrange. Sorry if it spoiled your morning coffee. " " Raktijino, actually. " Kira replied. " I wanted to inform you that the GALAXY should be here fairly soon. You'll be joining a few other officers who are also waiting. I've also been told that your commission in Starfleet has been re-activated and while you have no position on board, you'll be assigned to the GALAXY for the duration. " " Very good, Colonel. I'll avail myself of your station's facilities until then. " " Just try to stay away from any of the weapons lockers, secutiry facilities, or tactical stations and you'll set my mind more at ease, Commander. " She muttered, walking away. "Galaxy Vice"
With the super cop team supreme Lt.(jg) Raven Darkstar
and Leo Streely (NPC reporter) Prosthesis
by Commander Jeral Maas, Chief Medical Officer "Reviewing: Second Meeting"
by Commander Thomas
First Officer
&
Lt. Commander Surok
Chief Operations Officer Preparations
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Dr. Andree Dothan, Lt. J.G.
Medical Dept. USS Galaxy
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reviewed by Commander Jeral Maas, CMO
----- "A Quick Stop"
by Commander Thomas
USS Galaxy "Release"
Lt. Maxwell Shinta
Lt Michala Lynn “Unsafe Dreamland”
By Ensign James Lionel Corgan
Security Officer, USS Galaxy
I will be no more… I cannot fight it.
I did say help now… but nobody can hear.
Oh God have mercy… someone please shed a tear.
I cannot conquer.
I cannot help my friends.
When I cannot help myself.
Nobody stop me… for it’s not worth it.
Let me fade away… I won’t be missed.
I die for rock…. And I die for this.
I cannot conquer.
I cannot help my friends.
When I cannot help myself.
They never… heard my metal scream.
Why is it… nobody understood.
It’s time for me to die… just as I knew I would.
I cannot conquer.
I cannot help my friends.
When I cannot help myself.
I cannot be saved.
If I am to die now,
I hope it benefits some day.” "A Message in the Night"
By Ensign Electra Reece
Operations Officer "Babel"
by Ensign Danok, Enginering "Cathedral Plaza"
The Prophetess of Decilia VII, Madame Kiye "A New Duty"
Lt. Michala Lynn "First Contact"
Lt. Michala Lynn
Ensign John Drake “Night Fever”
Ensign David Re’Cannto
Science Officer, USS Galaxy
And NPC
Ensign Sendi Soleri
Science Officer, USS Galaxy "Reviewing: Fifth Meeting"
by Commander Thomas
First Officer
&
Lt. Commander Ethan Suder
Chief Engineering Officer "Interim Appearance"
by Commander Thomas
& Captain Price
USS Galaxy "Smooth sailing to Decilia VII"
by Captain Robert Edward Lee Price