USS Galaxy: The Next Generation Sim Log Stardate: 60812.07 - 60812.13

Weekly Summary

Number of posts this week: 16
Total word count this week: 22,555

On ship:

Now discharged from Sickbay, Alexandra Lee heads to the gym to work off some stress, mostly over the fact that her attacker still hasn't been identified or found. At the same time, an Orion meets with a human man in a bar, who tells the Orion that the 'target' is still alive, but is now unable to perform in the competition.

Dr. Burton heads back to the ship in the middle of her impromptu vacation to check on some experiments she was running, leaving Rafael tinkering in the KittyKat for the couple hours it will take. Nurse Arrietty is interested to know just who this guy is, and is happy to see her boss relaxing and getting away from work for a change.

The assassin Siebur, in his guise as a Security officer, shows up at Brian and Andy's quarters and tells Suder that he is needed planetside because he may have been witness to an event there. Andy goes with him, but just before they beam down he realizes that he can't read the other man. He focuses for a moment and manages to catch the image of Siebur pushing him to his death in a ravine...just as Siebur realizes what Andy is doing. So...Andy runs.

The search for Eptgac leads 8-ball and Ella to Sickbay, where they question Dr. Burton. Burton seems to have an alibi (although how airtight 'house calls' is...). Burton also runs a DNA scan on the ransom note left in 8-ball's quarters, but it doesn't contain any DNA. She next suggests that 8-ball talk to the Vulcan trainer...which means 8-ball will need to confront her "greatest nemesis", T'Pei.

Just as Victor Krieghoff gets tired of waiting for something to happen with Zamora, T'risia comms him to say that contact with Zamora's comm badge has been lost. Victor concludes that it must be Faylin, who is holding Zamora and Ayanna Hinanat hostage in a conference room. With Marshall Daughtery, they concoct a plan to disable the grav plating in the room as Mel beams in and Victor busts down the door...and hopefully they'll be able to take out Fay.

Off ship (in the Dodekatheon system):

Kimberly Burton heads back to the zero-g arena for the after party, in the process meeting the event's (seriously attractive) gold medal winner, Rafael Davila. The two spend the evening together, something Kimberly hasn't done in a while. Some time later, Kimberly receives a call from her brother Jack, who tells her that he's on his way to the system to visit with her. Once he arrives (with wife and child in tow) they head to a restaurant to catch up on things. Jack brings up the thing with Russo, but Kimberly assures him that the situation is under control thanks to Victor. Jack is pleased.

In the next round of the martial arts competition, Arel Smith faces off against an opponent she feels is more of a challenge than Spengler was. However, she withdraws in the middle of the match when her son arrives...she'd rather spend time with him.

For'kel Arvelion takes his son planetside to see some of the events...and in the process they manage to catch Ensign Lee's "wardrobe malfunction" in the swimming races.

After the bar brawl, Chris and Ezri Daniels head out for a leisurely walk around town. In the process they run into Ensign Stacey McCaren, a former classmate of Ezzie's. Apparently, she and Chris almost hooked up one night, something which Ezzie is not exactly happy with considering it could jeopardize Chris' relationship with his girlfriend (Jaal's sister Janeen...man this is really turning into a soap opera).

Le'on heads planetside for some batting practice. At first he gets laughed at when the balls are whizzing over his head...but after several hours of practice, he manages to get the technique down, even becoming quite good at it.

Later, Kimberly and Rafael are wandering around the competitors' village on planet Demeter when they are confronted again by Zelo. Zelo tries to goad Rafael into starting a fight (and thus assaulting a superior officer), but Kimberly manages to take care of business by once again injuring a sensitive part of Zelo's anatomy.

For'kel and Arel meet up to watch the bat'leth competition with their sons in tow. Their conversation eventually turns to the war, and Arel brings up the thing about Allison saying that Arel killed her mother, which then brings up the question of whether or not Allison's future is their future.

Off ship (outside the Dodekatheon system):

Aboard the Tangnagel Array, K'aa continues to work, until the possibility of a strange sound catches his attention. It's enough to cause him to release Beauregard from her bonds...she initially thinks of trying to finish the job on K'aa. But, when he continues to ignore her in favor of the strange feeling, despite the danger she still poses to him, she begins to feel uneasy herself. They continue working, but K'aa is still certain that someone is watching them in the shadows. He gets Beauregard to perform some modifications to the grav plating to protect them from the electrical shock he is going to deliver to their enemy. The plan works...delivering a huge jolt to none other than Jaal Jaxom.


Logs

“Par–tay!”

Lieutenant Kimberly Burton – Chief Medical Officer – USS Galaxy
Lieutenant Commander Lessia Arda – Chief of Operations – USS Cyntana (NPC)
Ensign Rafael Dávila – Security Officer – USS Gorgon (NPC)

And other Maze Runners (NPC’s)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Epsilon Four “Demeter” – Zero-G Gymnastics Station ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“I used to be so good at this.” Kimberly muttered as she eyed the array of clothes that were strewn around the room. Though her quarters were never what you would call ‘Starfleet neat’, she could normally find what she was looking for with relative ease. Today however clothes of all description were scattered over the bed, chairs and tables in her bedroom as she sought for that elusive ‘look’ for tonight.

Discarding some items as she slowly rooted through her selection she dropped them in a trunk, absently reminding herself again to tidy them up one day. Kicking a pair of gloves from an EVA suit under her bed she wondered briefly just how they had ended up in her room as she picked up her favourite off duty piece of clothing and looked at it with a raised eye.

Light grey crushed velvet floor length dress though wasn’t what she was looking for tonight, in Zero-G it just wouldn’t be practical. Hanging that back up she rooted around for a moment longer and came up with her usual off duty compromise. A plain pair of dark trousers and one of the loud Hawaiian shirts her nephew bobby had once sent her after her entire wardrobe had been lost with her first starship posting.

Satisfied she looked at herself in a mirror and nodded, “That’ll do,” she decided, “I mean, it’s just a bunch of off duty fleeters, not a formal inspection!” She reminded herself softly as she slipped on a pair of low shoes and made for the door. Thankful that Sara-Jayne was not around the see the mess that had suddenly exploded in her room she reminded herself to call the young girl tomorrow and find out how she was doing at the Academy.

Making her way to the transporter room she absently played with her hair as she walked the corridors of the massive starship, all the while feeling the butterflies in her stomach form into an aerial acrobatic team and start a routine in her lower intestines that would do the academy flight team proud. ~ Oh for the love of the Goddess girl, it’s only a party! ~ She chided herself. Granted it had been a while, but it wasn’t as if they were ‘total’ strangers.

Beaming down to the now familiar gymnastics complex it wasn’t hard to locate the party, the volume of noise coming from the zero-g rooms wasn’t deafening, but it was certainly loud. Standing in the doorway to the first room she stuck her head in, feeling slightly dizzy as her head passed over the gravity step and into zero-g. Lessia had certainly done a good job, the three rooms were now one and at the far end a dance area had been set aside, though dancing in zero-g was not what you might expect, as it entailed dancing with anyone and everyone around you.

Once you launched yourself into the dance area all you had was the people around you to anchor yourself, you held on, swung around and generally used everyone dancing to keep in motion, but also to stay in the same general area. Dancing in zero-g was a damn sight more fun than in gravity. A hell of a lot friendlier too, and, easier than maze running. Despite sleeping for six hours earlier she was still aching from this mornings run.

In the middle a holographic light show was swirling around in time to the music, but it was at this end Kimberly spied what she was looking for, the bar. Looking around the large chamber as she kicked off into it Kimberly smiled, it was easy to spot the maze runners amongst the crowd and dancers, they moved with a relaxed grace in Zero-G. Most everyone else was either hanging onto something or moving with the inelegance that spoke of basic Z-G acclimatisation only. Remembering her own early experiences in Zero-G before she had taken up this hobby she had to smile, there’d been a time she ‘hated’ zero gravity.

Sailing across the room to where a spherical bar had been set up she held on to the hand rail to stop and watched the multi tentacle’d Sulamid who was tending bar expertly mixing drinks and dispensing them in the micro-gravity environment in small drinking bubbles, basically plastic balls which held your drink, with a straw.

“Heads up!” Someone called from somewhere behind her. Several heads turned at the call, but Kimberly realised it was aimed at her when she saw the drink heading for her. Catching the drink bubble easily Kimberly smiled as she took a sip through the straw. “Nice party.” She complimented the Cyntana’s Ops chief

“Thanks, glad you could make it, a few more people here than I was expecting though. Hey, your friend is over there,” indicating upwards of the bar, “and none too happy with you I’d say. Kicked off the podium by two-tenths of a second, that’s got to irritate him. It would me.” She said cheerfully.

“This from the runner who got silver.” Kimberly reminded her, raising the drink bubble in a salute, Glancing at Zelo on the other side of the bar she grinned, the look on his face made the bruises and the effort all the more worthwhile. “Congratulations by the way, I don’t think I got a chance to say it earlier.”

“Likewise. And congratulations to you as well. Bronze wasn’t an easy catch for you, and you weren’t far behind me.” She reminded Kimberly with a smile, “There were some very good runners here this year.” Raising her own drink the two plastic bubbles were ceremoniously tapped together then drained.

“Agreed. By the way, did anyone find out what happened to S’Talis? That wasn’t a coincidence, that sonic shower didn’t just fritz on its own!” Kimberly muttered. The freak sonic shower mishap that had incapacitated the Vulcan from the Centaur was still being talked about by most of the runners, and her own ears had only stopped ringing after a night in sickbay.

“No-one’s sure, fortunately though he’ll be okay, but it’ll be a few days before they can repair the damage to his hearing, eardrums totally ruptured as I understand.” Shaking her head in disgust Lessia looked around, “Rumours are someone was trying to fix the game can you believe, there were several unauthorised attempts to access the maze computer along with everything else.”

“I have no idea what’s been going on I’m afraid, I know what you know. Though I can ask around, all I know is a sonic shower shouldn’t be capable of frequencies in that range normally. If he’d been in there any longer he could have suffered permanent damage.” Shuddering at the memory she looked around, “If I hear anything,” she added in a softer tone, “I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks, and I’ll do the same.” Lessia promised, “However, tonight is a party, so let’s enjoy okay.” Turning slightly as someone drifted over she smiled “And the champion arrives at last, anyone ever tell you fashionably late is out of fashion!” She quipped with a broad smile, “Kimberly Burton USS Galaxy meet Rafael Dávila, USS Gorgon.” Introducing the man who had drifted upside down beside her.

~ Oh boy! ~ Kimberly muttered silently as the gold medallist from the Gorgon extended a hand. To put it simply, he was hotter up close and in person than on a monitor.

“Hi.” She said somewhat lamely, getting her first good close look at the man. The subtle nasal ridges seemed to hint he was Bajoran, though they were not as pronounced as she might have expected, his tanned complexion and ready smile though brought a flush to her face. Shaking his outstretched and upside down hand she suddenly found herself wishing she’d dressed with a little more care and forethought, he had, and looked good his white shirt with its elegant patterned stitching and black trousers.

Spinning easily Rafael rotated himself so he was orientated the same way as the two women, it wasn’t strictly speaking necessary, but it was polite. “Ladies,” he greeted them, his voice rich and soft, with a faint trace of an accent Kimberly couldn’t place. “The pleasure is mine.”

Putting an arm around Kimberly, seemingly to stop herself from drifting away Lessia murmured gently so Rafeal couldn’t hear her, “Oh, and I found out he’s single!” She informed Kimberly suddenly.

Looking at Lessia for a second Kimberly found herself tongue-tied at that, who was this woman, first fleet’s yenta?

“Oh, and don’t forget, we’ve a wooden spoon to award later,” Lessia reminded them both. Though the official medal ceremony would be held in a couple of days, the wooden spoon was traditionally handed out by the medal winners, something they should be able to do tonight.

“Who is the lucky recipient?” Rafael asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Sertalla’s’nalth from the USS Trygve Lie.” Indicating the bar Kimberly pointed out the lucky winner where a young Ithanite was sat chatting to several others.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other,” Lessia said, pushing off Kimberly, innocently or deliberately directing her towards Rafael, “I’m off to find my husband.” She advised them as she drifted away.

Catching Kimberly easily Rafael arrested her momentum and gently spun her to face him.

“Nice shirt,” he said as he turned her to face him.

“Thanks,” Kimberly replied, she was about to say more when, looking her up and down he smiled, “Did you loose a bet?” he enquired humorously, “Because that’s kind of a loud shirt. You really stand out you know.”

Somewhat indignant for a moment she was about to retort sharply when, pausing a second she reconsidered. Actually, Bobby’s taste did leave a little, okay, a lot to be desired she just normally didn’t give a damn. Shaking her head she smiled, “No, not a bet, it’s just most of my wardrobe isn’t suitable for zero gravity.” She explained ruefully, “I haven’t had time to buy or replicate anything else.” Okay, the last was a bit of a lie, but frell, he wasn’t to know.

“Would you care to dance?” He suggested suddenly, indicating the spherical mass of bodies down the other end of the room.

Sending her empty bubble spinning slowly towards the Sulamid bar tender she saw a tentacle flash out to catch it even as she turned back to Rafael. “Love to.” She replied enthusiastically.

“Cold Pizza”

Lieutenant Kimberly Burton – USS Galaxy
Ensign Rafael Dávila – USS Gorgon

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Epsilon Five “Poseidon” – Beach Resort ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The sun was coming up. It had been a while since she’d lain awake all night, listened to the birds (though there were damn few here) and watched the dark night sky gradually change in hue as the sun slowly rose above the horizon. In the distance over the sea the local sun was a fiery ball, half risen over the far-off ocean, its light changing the colour of the sea to a molten red in the morning light. Averting her gaze as the light became too bright she rolled over, stopping herself just in time from rolling into the body lying in bed beside her.

His gentle rhythmic breathing told her he was still asleep, he’d dozed off a few hours ago, trying to stay awake with her, though his eyes had slowly lost the battle to stay open. She’d curled up beside him, trying to sleep as well, though sleep wouldn’t come. It’d been a long time since she’d done anything like this, a long time since she’d taken a chance with someone, thrown caution to the wind and...

Well, had a lot of fun; that was for sure. They’d spent hours talking and dancing at the party last night, after they’d got back to his rooms though there’d been little time or desire for talk, everyone else had drifted off to their own rooms fairly quickly, and the two of them had ended up in here quite rapidly after their arrival. She’d been pleasantly surprised to discover that the grace he showed while maze running he displayed in other athletic endeavours as well. Feeling herself smile at his patience with her, last night had been the first time she’d had sex with someone in quite a while, smiling quite broadly she almost purred in contentment as she slipped an arm around him and relaxed, that hadn’t dulled her enthusiasm though.

Blinking suddenly as a strange noise interrupted her pleasant recollections a while later she realised her stomach was clamouring gently for attention with a mild rumbling. Chuckling softly she recalled she hadn’t eaten much at the party, and nothing when they had got back here either, despite the vast quantity of take out someone had beamed in. She and Rafael had more important and more interesting things to do on their minds at that point. Slipping gently out of bed so as not to wake him she walked over to the bedroom door.

The small suite he was assigned shared a common area with many of his ship mates, opening the connecting door she peered out and, seeing no one around wandered casually over to the kitchen area, heedless of her complete lack of clothing. Rooting around for a moment she soon found what she was looking for in the cooler, a large flask of orange juice and half a left over pizza from last night someone had thoughtfully saved for breakfast. Collecting everything she wanted she returned to his room and gently kicked the archaic door shut. ~ A beach resort and it has ‘manual’ doors! ~

Walking quietly through the bedroom she stepped out onto the balcony and put breakfast down on the table outside, the early morning air was pleasant, cool, but comfortable. Looking at the pizza she frowned for a moment and looked back into the bedroom, somewhere in there she had a vague recollection from last night of seeing his duty issue type I phaser...

“Hmmm, can you re-heat pizza with a phaser?” She considered the question seriously in the early morning light. It wasn’t exactly something covered in Starfleet basic survival training she realised, which considering the current circumstances she decided was a ‘bit’ of an oversight.

Shrugging she relaxed on the porch and nibbled a slice of the cold pizza, saving the phaser re-heat for later, she didn’t want to get it wrong and vaporise something important. Watching world outside slowly wake up she ate pizza, drank orange juice and lay on the beach chair on the balcony feeling more contented now than she had in months. Despite the incident with Russo, this had for the most part been an enjoyable event, and the bronze medal she had won for the single event she had participated in added to the pleasure of the games. Casting a look over her shoulder she smiled at the still sleeping figure in the bedroom, this however definitely had to count as the highlight.

Looking up into the sky Kimberly relaxed and stretched out, luxuriating in the moment. Above her a handful of scattered clouds slowly wafted across the sky, tumbling and changing shape as the warmer morning air rose to excite them. Watching them as they drifted lazily across the sky above she smiled yet again, unable to help herself. ~ Goddess I feel good! ~ She decided. One night of uninhibited passion and she felt like a new person. ~ What a cliché. ~ She chuckled, realising clouds weren’t the only things around here that were excited.

Feeling the warmth of the sun increase slowly she settled more comfortably into her chair and then curled up slightly, feeling a little sleepy now she had eaten... ~ Perhaps a little nap. ~ She decided, closing her eyes and falling instantly asleep.

How long she slept she had no idea, but after some time of sweet dreamless sleep something nudged her awareness awake. Twitching she brushed whatever it was away from her face only to feel it again. Opening her eyes she saw the sun had risen considerably, and knelt beside her chair was Rafael, gently flicking the end of her nose.

“Cold pizza for breakfast?” He asked disapprovingly, “Doctor, you of all people should know better.” Smiling at her he looked at the sky briefly, “Good morning.” He decided after the glance upwards.

“Couldn’t find your phaser to re-heat it,” she replied deadpan. Smiling she stretched gracefully on the chair, “Good morning to you,” she added, leaning over to kiss him.

Returning the kiss at length he smiled again when they parted for some air a moment later. “I thought you might have left, when you weren’t there when I woke I thought you’d gone. Then I saw your clothes, so I figured unless you ran out naked you were here somewhere.” Not exactly looking unhappy at that thought he cast an eye over her bare figure appreciatively as she rolled over to face him, “You’ll get sunburn if you stay out here like that.” He warned her.

Raising her arms she smiled, “Then you’d better get me back inside.” She suggested playfully.

Slipping his arms under her he picked her up easily and walked back inside to the bedroom. As he walked she wrapped an arm around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes again. With a single finger she lightly traced the ridges on his nose, the Bajoran half of his heritage she had discovered last night, from his mother. The light ridges were subtle and slightly sensitive as she had soon found out.

Feeling herself lowered back onto the bed she opened her eyes and wrapped both arms around his neck as he stood up straight, “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to pull him back down.

Relenting with no resistance he leaned forward and kissed her again, slowly easing onto the bed beside her as he did. “I was going to order breakfast,” he said after several long and tender kisses had been exchanged. “Cold pizza may be good to start with, but I had something else in mind. Unless... When do you have to report back to the Galaxy?” He asked with a trace of disappointment in his voice.

“Tomorrow,” Kimberly admitted with some regret, resting her head on his chest with a sigh. “You?”

“I won the gold; my Captain gave me the week off to celebrate.”

Reaching down to the floor suddenly Kimberly rooted around the discarded clothes around the bed until she found her shirt. Hesitating she looked at Rafael, “I.. I have some leave.” She suggested tentatively, wanting to stay, but...

Smiling he plucked her comm badge from her shirt and offered it to her, “Do you want to call them now, or later?”

Accepting the communicator she reached past him and stuck it on the bedside table, and then taking advantage of her position she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down, “Definitely later.” She muttered softly.

“Hey!” They heard suddenly from the common area, “Who ate my pizza!” someone shouted indignantly.

"Some Things"

Cmdr. Arel Smith
Samantha Widdlestein, NPC
Lt. Marcin Dupuis-Dakin, NPC
Chuck the Commentator, NPC

****

Epsilon Four "Demeter"
Martial Arts Competition, Semi Final

****

"This is junior commentator Sam Widdlestein reporting live from
Epsilon Four with the Martial Arts semi finals ... but enough about
that. Can you believe what first time competitor Ensign Janna Armidee
is wearing? That gi is SO last season ... Uh, YEAH Chuck, the
contestant's wardrobe choices are an important discussion topic. You
should just be glad we're not talking about your hideous tie. Anyway
folks, on to our final match of the afternoon! In this corner, last
year's runner up for the gold and most hated contestant in this
building ... Just listen to the crowd hiss ... HIIIIISSSSSSSS ...
BOOOOOO ... I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about,
Chuck. Making noises for the crowd? Puhlease. I think it's time to
check the dosage, buddy. It's Marcin Dupuis-Dakin from the USS Gorgon!

And in this corner, the obvious winner and crowd favorite, hailing
from Qo'Nos and the USS Galaxy, kicker of asses and taker of names,
killer of Borg and generally anyone else who pisses her off, voted
most likely to kill you and your little dog too, the only woman in the
universe who can strike you dead with a glare, it's AREL SMITH!!!!!"

****

"A friend of yours?" Marcin asked with an amused smile.

Arel shot a glare towards the commentator box. Samantha gave her the
thumbs up sign.

"Never saw her before in my life," Arel scowled and the half Bajoran laughed.

"I think she may be on to something with the glare," Marcin said.
"Bonne chance, Commander."

"Honorable victory, Lieutenant."

****

"And they're off! Wow, Dupuis-Dakin is ... not half bad. Huh. Although
this may be because of his suspected steroid use ... that's why I said
SUSPECTED, Chuck. Geez, I know it's past your bedtime and all but lay
off the Ambien, would you? OOOH! A stellar strike by Smith and an
ineffectual block by the French-Bajoran. Hmm, I wonder how his parents
met. I'm picturing a romantic rendezvous during the Occupation -
berets, cigarette smoke, and counter attack preparations against the
evil Cardies. Are you sure you've been taking your heart medication,
Chuck? You're turning awfully purple."

****

They were evenly matched which wasn't much of a surprise at this level
but was still pleasant. Arel liked a challenge and Marcin looked like
he wasn't going to fuck up the fight like Spengler had. Which was good
because she didn't think they'd let her back in the Games if she
pounded another contestant into hamburger meat.

Marcin blocked her snap kick and quickly countered with a roundhouse
which she also blocked.

****

"Ooh, it looks like a close match! Luckily Arel Smith is on the side
of good while the sinister Dupuis-Dakin has obviously joined the
forces of darkness to have gained such skill. Chuck, seriously, it's
called an artistic license for a reason. Anyway, yeah, he's definitely
second banana to the head honcho of eeeevil. I'm expecting to see
horns any day now. See! See! That kick was SO close to being illegal.
Who is this ref? Where's the yellow flag? Pfft, Chuck. I'm telling you
the INTENT to do bad was clearly demonstrated in that kick. Obviously
Arel feels the same way after delivering that one-two combination. Rip
his head off, Arel! What's that you're muttering, Chuck? Neutral
reporting? Where's the fun in that?"

****

Arel moved to strike again but was suddenly distracted by the frantic
waving she spotted behind Marcin. She paused and then narrowed her
eyes at the crowd. She was so transfixed that she almost missed the
fist flying at her face.

She blocked it in a distracted manner and then stepped back. Marcin
also stepped back with a puzzled look. "Commander? Is everything all
right?"

****

"What is she doing? Yeah, I KNOW she's stopped fighting, Chuck.
Dumbass. Hey, Arel! I know you're all that and a plate of gagh but
shouldn't you at least pretend to consider this guy a threat?"

****

Arel blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Then she blinked a couple more times. Obviously because there was some
kind of eye irritant in the air. No other reason.

Then she grinned.

"Lieutenant," She said to Marcin. "It was an honor."

"I withdrawal," Arel announced loudly, walked off the mat, and headed
towards the crowd.

****

"YOU WHAT? Yeah, I heard her, Chuck. Geez. Nobody likes a smart ass,
so knock it off. You get your butt back on that mat, Missy! Hey, are
you even listening to me? This better not be some stupid self doubt
issue. Spengler and his sunsets are SO not worth it. Did Mitchell not
call again? Did you stub your toe? Where are you GOING? What could be
so damned important ... OH! HI KORVIN! It's me, Auntie Sam! Did you
get the Gorn action figure I sent for your birthday? Your mom wasn't
crazy about it until she saw you could detatch its head. Well, you can
breathe a sigh of relief, Chuck. Yeah, I'm leaving. There are some
things more important than keeping you on your toes. Sooooo ... same
time tomorrow? HEY! Both of us can't leave! Where are you going?"

****

Arel hugged her son tightly. Some things were better than a medal.

"The Naked Truth"

Colonel For'kel Arvelion- SFMC
Commanding Officer
188TH Starfleet Detachment
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(Olympic Village)

The look on Koren's face had been priceless.

For the two-year old toddler, the different faces, different places, the pomp and circumstance brought on by literally dozens of species congregating in a single area was a brand new experience... and sharing something like that with his son, the real reason Fork 'stayed' in Starfleet long after his initial service requirement in the exchange program expired despite the Section 13/31 incident and the Triad War, was exactly what the doctor ordered for a man put through the proverbial wringer of professional and personal stresses.

The only thing he regretted was not having Berilyn here to witness it.

"Dada, look! Yellow..." Koren pointed.

"Yeah, that's a Nausican." Fork chuckled. Leave it to his son to be intrigued by the biggest, scariest looking one of the bunch.

"Dada, furry?"

"That's a Caitian, Koren. Ca-ish-an."

"Ka-eesh-and" The little tike sounded off the best he could before throwing his arms up. "Furry!"

Oye, this kid didn't need parents. He was quite capable of entertaining himself in a venue like this. Fork let his little companion wrap arms around his neck and cling to his back as they walked down the crowded streets. He had a few hours before he had to report for his turn on the response force, so he figured there was no harm in grabbing a snack and watching a couple of events with his boy. What better a way to rout on the proverbial home team?

The Colonel ran through the day's slated events to pick a good one. Coming up soon was women's Class II swimming. Following that was the Zero-G circuit of events... and it looked like Galaxy had competitors in both events. Dr. Burton in the Zero-G... and an Ensign in the swimming that he wasn't quite familiar with. Oh well, still had to show team support in any case. Next event would be in 25 minutes... just long enough to grab some food and find a seat. "Hey Koren, ready to eat?"

Koren let go of Fork's amulet long enough to pry over his father's shoulder and stare him in the face. "Hot dog?" He asked with a hopeful twinkle in his eye that most definitely was the mark of his mother.

For'kel was actually impressed, he doubted his parents would've provided much if any introduction to the culinary traditions of Earth or the other Federation members, and he doubted Koren remembered much about what his mom and dad used to make for him. It was warming to think he was still getting a chance to sample the diversity that was out there, even at his young age. "Sounds good to me buddy, hold on tight."

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The line for the replomat had been fairly long, but the great thing about replicators was that they served everyone about as quickly as one could spout out the orders. A foot-long hot dog, some chips, and a large and small fruit punch later, they were taking their seats for the first event.

While the swimmers were getting ready for their respective races, Koren and For'kel had a bit of fun making up for lost time. His son apparently had a talent for fencing, the way he swung the plastic 'Go Gal!' Boppit as if it was a Mek'leth or some kind of rapier. The thwamping was merciless...

Bop

Bop

Bop

Giggle... Bop Bop

"Didn't know you were a fan of swimming, Colonel." Sergeant Ilal grinned as he took a seat.

"Thought we'd get a few events in before sentry duty." For'kel smiled, moving a bit over to make room for his Trill technology specialist. "You're looking no worse for wear."

"Some time to recover does a body good." The Staff Sergeant smirked. "Actually I kind of have a date with the swimmer in lane 9 afterwards."

"That a fact?" For'kel looked over, a rather beautiful Bajoran brunette was splashing on some water before the start of the race, waiting a bit before applying her cap and goggles. "Wow Sergeant, I gotta say... for someone who enjoys being in the rear with the gear, you've got a good hunting sense."

Ilal grinned. "Thank you sir." His eyes looked down at the awe struck boy in his CO's lap. "Better keep the tike away from my gal, Colonel. I don't need that kind of competition."

Fork laughed. "I can't make any promises Sergeant. Better make your move while you can."

"Copy that, boss. So a few of us Marines are heading to the women's archery finals tonight. Miss Leah Owen has made it all the way to the finals. Planning on having a BBQ in her honor, you in?"

"She made it that far?"

"Yep, even has a shot at the gold."

"Well now what kind of officer would I be if I said no to that?" Fork mused. "Get a partner for the best Marine competition yet?"

"No sir, not my cup of tea. Gunny Thral's had me working hard on designing the events."

"Oh yeah?" Fork grinned. "I think that makes you my new best friend, Ilal."

The Trill laughed. "Sorry sir, I've been sworn to secrecy."

"Oh well, I've tried."

"Splash-splash, Daddy! Like the river fish in spring!"

Fork was left a bit stunned at the analytical clarity and eloquence of that statement. The river fish were a family of salmon native to Al'Klei'sh's rivers with migratory patterns similar to Terran Salmon. "Yes buddy, just like the fish."

And then the swimmers took their positions, so they settled down to watch, and enjoy something to eat. The hot dog was only half laden with spicy brown mustard. Koren, with his sharper sense of taste hadn't quite embraced mustard yet due to it's sharpness. There was a certain kind of comfort in having him around, even if it was a quiet bit of time cheering on a shipmate with Koren on his lap, sharing a hot dog and...

Holy hell, was that woman 'naked'?

"Whoa..." Ilal muttered.

"Ut-oh!" Koren chimed in.

There was a collective gasp, as if the air had been sucked out of the stadium.

The difference between pre-daddy For'kel and daddy For'kel was rather obvious here. Pre-daddy Fork would've had his jaw hit the ground, and when he regained his senses he would've averted his eyes with a rather heavy blush out of consideration for the poor lass who obviously didn't intend to be flashing the crowd. Pappa Fork's reaction though, after the immediate shock he shared with the rest of the crowd, was to immediately cover Koren's eyes and close his own. "Prophets I pray this doesn't make it into his memory."

"I think he might hate you for that in a decade or so, sir." Ilal replied with a bit of a chuckle. "She's quite a looker."

Fork didn't doubt 'that', but it was a difficult position to explain to someone who didn't have a kid.

"Gals, Gals, Gals!" Koren chanted, waving his boppit up and down like a club, and completely unaware that he was chanting a word that could have any other definition than a cheer for someone from the Galaxy's crew.

"That a boy." Ilal nodded.

"You're not helping, Sergeant."

"Sorry sir. The race is over now."

Fork opened one eye, then seeing the poor embarrassed woman in a towel, opened the other. "Okay, I think it's time we headed for the Zero-G competition."

"Zero-G?"

The Colonel looked back to the blonde haired Trill. "Yeah, less chance of a wardrobe malfunction there."

Ilal laughed again. "Give my best to the Doc, boss. See you tonight!"

"Chris' Break from the Action"
Part 3-"Betcha didn't see that one comin'"

Lt Chris Daniels
Chief Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

Ens Ezzie Daniels
Engineer, USS Pericles; and righetous sister

Ens Stacey McCaren
Combat Control Officer, USS Galaxy; and unwitting instigator of this chapter..

Still outside Ruvallo's Cafe
==================

==We pick up our story shortly after the restaurant clearing brawl between the two men who didn't look like they belonged at the Starfleet Games...==

Chris and Ezzie quietly watched from a few meters away on the sidewalk where two Starfleet Security guards were arresting and taking away the two morons who had decided to start a fight in the middle of a restaurant. None of the other patrons were all too happy that their meals had been interrupted, and many were quietly talking amongst themselves as to what that had all been about.

With the two brawlers taken away unceremoniously, the two Daniels siblings decided to forgo dessert, and take a walk through the town. It was approaching sunset, so it made for a beautiful time to take a stroll.

"Umm, so should we like, report that back to our ships?" Ezzie looked up at her brother. Despite her exceptional skills as an engineer, her knowledge of anything Starfleet beyond the doors of engineering was still that of the young ensign she actually was.

"A bar brawl?" Chris shrugged. "If there were more to it, then I'd say yes...but it looks like Security has it covered."

"Yeah, but...weren't those guys a little sketchy looking to be hanging out at a predominantly Starfleet event?"

Chris bit his lower lip for a second. Ezzie's lack of experience often made her more observant than others. It was a trait her brother outwardly loathed, but secretly admired. He was too prone to take things at face value then move on.

"I guess you have a point there. I gotta talk to my boss when I get back to the boat anyways. I'll tell her."

"Still leery of Vulcans?" Ezzie could have added an accusation to that, but figured her point would get across just by asking. Her brother's captain was a Vulcan, so he very well better have gotten over his reluctance towards them.

"They still give me the willies...I mean...no one can really be THAT rational all the time."

"So you're telling me you barely talk to her..."

Chris got a sheepish grin on his face. "Having my ACTO do the morning briefings gives him something to do."

"Well, what about bridge duty?"

The silence that ensued told Ezzie all she needed to know.

"Oh, tell me you don't..."

"Ez, my place is in the CIC. Anyone can sit at the arch and aim the guns."

"Enough of your excuses." She shook her head. How could her brother still be this pigheaded and be a department head?

==The browbeating of Chris by Ezzie for his Vulcan specific xenophobia would have continued for much longer had the next sequence of events not changed the landscape of their walk.==

A female in Tactical red came walking down the street opposite Chris and Ezzie. As soon as he could make her face, and glowing smile out, Chris silently cursed his luck.

"Hi sir!" Ensign Stacey McCaren enthusiastically waved as she approached her boss.

All three stopped. Ezzie eyed the chick across from her, trying to remember where she knew her from.

Chris nodded as nonchalantly as possible. "Ensign, good to see you. This is my sister, Ensign--"

"Ezzie Daniels! I remember you. We had Advanced Weapons Technology together junior year."

"Oh yeah! I knew you looked familiar." In the centuries old fashion of women, they continued to talk for a few minutes like they had been old friends. The combination of the two attractive women and Chris drew the looks of several passers by; one pervert going so far as to give Chris a thumbs up as they walked by. Chris, on the other hand, was squirming nervously.

When they were done talking, they all said their goodbyes, and Stacey delivered one to Chris that was just a bit too flirtatious for his liking.

This was not going to end well for him.

Ezzie smiled as Stacey walked away, and then when she was out of earshot, turned to her brother, who she could just tell was hiding something. She gave him that accusatory look that any woman can deliver to any man at any time.

"Hooked up with her, eh?"

"I stopped it before her clothes came off....errr, mine too."

Before he realized what had happened, Ezzie had delivered a ferocious slap to his face.

"Christopher!"

"What?! I made a mistake, and when I realized it I stopped!"

"That doesn't excuse you! You have a girlfriend for God's sake!"

"Like you've never made a mistake and fooled around with someone else?" Chris knew he had her there. Ezzie had a bad track record of being boy-crazy.

"We're not talking about me! What would Janeen do? Did you tell her? You've been with her for, what...two and a half years? For you that's practically a marriage!"

"I told you I made a mistake! What the hell more do you want, Ezri?"

"Look Chris, I love you. You're my best friend in the world. You have a damn good thing going with Janie, even if you haven't seen her in a while. You finally found a girl that's worth keeping around. I just don't want you ruining it because you couldn't keep it in your pants one night. I'm doing this because I know you'd do the same thing for me."

Chris took a deep breath and looked at his sister. Sometimes, the little bitch could ride quite high on her horse. Unfortunately, when she did, she was usually right.

"Ez, I know. Like I said, I know it was a mistake. But I can't take it back. And I swear on the Lirisi Gods that I haven't done it again. I learned my lesson. I want it to work with Janeen. I don't want to screw it up, and I realized that when this went down. But you're wrong about one thing."

"What?"

Chris smirked. "I wouldn't have to do the same thing to you. You'd beat up the son of a bitch that tried to make you cheat."

She smiled back at him, a knowing smirk between two siblings that showed that, even though they had gone at each other's throats, everything was going to be ok between them.

"Yeah, you're right..."

****

The two walked on for a little bit longer before the sun set behind a mountain. They had managed to reach the main tranist hub.

"Well, sis, I should probably get going back to the Galaxy. Thank you...for everything."

She smiled and then punched him in the arm. "Shut up. I'd expect the same thing from you. Championship field hockey game is in two days...I better see you there." With that she jumped up and gave her older brother a big hug.

"You can count on it. Catch you later. And don't hurt anyone"

"See ya bro!"

==And with that, Ezzie caught a hovertaxi back to the athlete's village, and Chris got beamed up to the Galaxy, ending this chapter of our tale...==

“Shore Leave & Bagpipes”

Lieutenant Kimberly Burton – USS Galaxy
Ensign Rafael Dávila – USS Gorgon (NPC)
Captain Burton – Free Trader (NPC)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Epsilon Five “Poseidon” – Beach Resort ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

<= You have an incoming transmission from the Federation freighter ‘Unknown Express’. => The computer intoned, waking Kimberly from a mid afternoon nap and a very pleasant day dream. She’d called the ship earlier and arranged for a week off, and so had decided that a day in bed was definitely called for, especially after the exertions of the last few days, besides, the company was definitely diverting enough to warrant the day of leisure.

Quickly stripping the top sheet from the bed she wrapped it around herself modestly. Debating whether or not to throw her shirt on over it as well, the last thing she needed was her big brother giving her a lecture. ~ Dren girl, you’re what, twenty nine. You’re an adult! ~ Perhaps, but he was still her big brother, and he’d looked after her since she was a baby. He had the right to the odd lecture.

Running her hands through her hair to get it in some semblance of order she dismissed the thought of her shirt and looked to the bathroom. The hissing of the shower indicated Rafael was still busy, so she had a moment. “Computer, accept incoming transmission.” She ordered.

Feeling her face break into a smile as the familiar features of her brother formed on the screen she couldn’t help but wave childishly. For some reason he always brought out the inner child in her. Perhaps because he refused to grow up himself she thought wryly. “Hey big brother,” she greeted him cheerfully, “How’s life?”

“Fine Squirt, absolutely fine.” He replied with a similar smile on his own face. “Did I wake you?” He asked, not that knowing the time difference would have stopped him from calling anyway.

~ Squirt, if I live to be sixty he’ll ‘still’ be calling me Squirt! ~ She realised with amusement, “No, just a slow day,” she assured him, “How’s Gracie? ‘And’ the latest addition to the family?” Despite getting on, Jack and Gracie had decided some time ago to have a second child, and so almost a year ago Cynthia was born. She’d wanted to be there, but for one reason or another had yet to see her niece in person yet.

“They’re both fine kiddo, Gracie sends her love, she’s shopping at the moment, and...” wincing at a high pitched noise behind him he sighed as he cast a look over his shoulder.

“What was that? I though I knew all of the noises that old beast makes.” She asked curiously, she’d spent the first half of her life on that ship, crawling around its guts, it was probably the only ship she could travel on and know by feel or sound what was up, at least she used to be able to.

“That was your niece screaming in the Jeffries tube.” Jack admitted ruefully.

“You’ve left her in the Jeffries tube?” Kimberly asked with a note of concern, “Why?”

“She likes to watch the lights on the diagnostic panel flash, helps her get to sleep.” He explained as he stood, stepping out of view of the monitor. “As I recall it took you nine years to get bored of it, we were forever finding you napping in there. I’m hoping it takes this one longer. Hang on.” His voice growing slightly fainter as he walked off.

“Thanks Jack,” she muttered as she waited, still smiling though, “always with the baby stories. Damn it, she’s almost a year old already, where does the time go?”

“Am I interrupting?” Rafael asked courteously from the bathroom door.

Waving him in Kimberly smiled, “Family call,” she informed him softly, “you’re fine.”

“You slept in the Jeffries tubes when you were a child?” He enquired curiously as he walked in, still damp and sporting only a towel around his waist.

Shrugging nonchalantly she grabbed at the sheet as her movement threatened to unravel its tenuous hold on her, “It was quiet.” Was all she’d say.

“Where are you Squirt?” Came Jacks voice from the screen, still somewhat faint.

‘Squirt?’ Rafael muttered softly, amusement evident in his voice.

Silencing him with a look she had to smile though, less than two days and yet they were able to be so relaxed around each other. ~ I like him. ~ She realised, ~ A lot! ~ “At the Starfleet games,” no point in security, the games were broadcast openly so there was no need to hide where they were, “Just finished though, so I’ve got a week off at the moment.”

“I’ve seen some of the games,” reappearing with baby in arms he smiled, “I thought that was you bouncing around the zero-g court. I thought you didn’t like z-g?”

“That was a long time ago Jack, before the Academy.” Looking at Cynthia she smiled fondly and waved again, “Hi Cynthia.” She greeted her niece, who at present was intently busy trying to unsuccessfully disassemble a very large isolinear chip.

“Strange toy,” she offered, looking at the oversized chip.

“Keeps her quiet, and it’s not like she can break it. As I recall the fusion initiator you played with had the same effect on you.” He reminded her with a smile. “You having a good time there?” He asked, his eyes focussing on a spot behind her. Turning slightly she saw Rafael walking around the room behind her, tidying up. Flushing she felt her face go red as she returned her gaze to her brother, “Ummm, yes actually.” She managed to say in a relaxed tone.

“How are you sleeping?” A touch of big brotherly concern creeping into his voice as he settled Cynthia on his lap.

“Good,” she assured him, “I’m doing fine, honest Jack.” It was a question he’d been asking her almost every conversation they’d had since he’d rescued her during the last war. Most of the time she’d be honest with him, sometimes lie. Today she meant it though.

“That’s good, you can tell me more over dinner.” He offered, delivering the comment in an off hand manner.

“You’re coming, here?” She asked with some surprise.

“When I saw you competing I figured since we’re not that far away I’d stop by. So I’m making a detour. Should be there in a couple of days, we’ll be able to stop by for a day and catch up.” Smiling evilly, “that is if you haven’t got other things on your mind.” He asked with a grin.

Feeling her face burn she declined to respond to that, instead just let the anticipation of actually seeing her family in the flesh fill her with a warm glow to match the one currently radiating from her face. “That’s great; it’ll be nice to see you all face to face.” She agreed.

“I’ll comm when we’re in system. Take care Squirt, see you soon.” He added in a gentle tone.

“You too big brother. Love you.” Watching the screen fade to black she smiled again, that was unexpected, and just made this whole trip probably the most memorable leave since, frell, since forever. Feeling a pair of arms encircle her from behind she leant back and relaxed against Rafael’s chest.

“Well, that certainly means we can’t spend the ‘whole’ week in bed now,” Rafael said light-heartedly.

“Pity,” she muttered, turning to face him and kissing his neck, sliding a hand down his chest, “it sounded good to me.”

“Me too, but we do have a party to go to tonight,” he warned her, slowly untangling the bed sheet she was wrapped in.

“Party?” She enquired absently, her mind totally elsewhere and only partially on the conversation.

“Yes, a party, and as you’ve yet to go and get some clothes from your ship, I thought you might like this for later instead of your shirt.” Sliding off the bed to her slight annoyance he walked over to his clothes and retrieved a package from under his coat. Sitting beside her he placed it on her lap with a smile. “I picked it up earlier while you were sleeping, I hope it fits.”

Raising an eyebrow Kimberly opened the box and took a slow breath as she lifted the sleeveless white dress from the box. The large floral pattern up one side started at the hem and worked its way up one entire side to the shoulder, “It’s beautiful,” she said appreciatively, touched by his attentiveness.

“I’m glad you like it.” Leaning over he kissed her lightly, but before she could seriously return the gesture he pulled back, “Now, I have to go set up the band for the party. So...”

“Band?” Putting an entire question into that one word she stood, letting the sheet slip to the floor as she lifted the dress from its box. Holding it up against her she looked down noticing it was the perfect length. ~ He’s got taste. ~ She admitted, slipping the dress on.

“Me and some crewmates offered to provide the entertainment for the evening, we, well we’ve a sort of a band thing going.” Sounding somewhat shy and hesitant at the idea he slid off the bed and started dressing.

Turning to face him, settling the dress over herself as she did she found herself curious, but also a little disappointed at the loss of an evening alone with him. “What sort of band thing?” She asked, fastening the dress at the side then striking up a pose to show off.

Looking her up and down he smiled a slow smile, not really needing to say anything. His face said it all. Walking over he encircled her with his arms and kissed her soundly, taking his time.

“Mmmm,” she muttered approvingly when they parted a while later. “So, what time is this party?”

“Oh Prophets!” He muttered, breaking away hurriedly and quickly dressing, looking around for something he rooted around the room, all the while under the amused and patient gaze of Kimberly.

“What are you looking for?” She asked, stepping out of his way and undressing, laying the new dress aside carefully. Now he was out of the shower it was time to freshen up she decided, and while he was setting up she could arrange a quick trip to the Galaxy to pick a few things up for the week, and come back in her own shuttle.

“My bagpipes.” He replied absently, looking under the bed, “I was sure I’d had them beamed down.”

“Bagpipes?” Half Human (Puerto Rican), half Bajoran, born and bred in Puerto Rico and he played the bagpipes. There was, she decided, something in that comment that spoke volumes about the Federation and the blending of cultures within it.

“There’s nothing wrong with the bagpipes,” he said defensively, obviously used to comments about his instrument of choice. “It’s a very old instrument with a long and interesting history.” He added with some pride in his voice.

“I didn’t say anything,” she replied with a smile, holding up her hands in surrender, “each to their own. I’ll say more after I hear you all play later.”

“Ah-ha!” He exclaimed, pulling a box out from under the bed. “Nineteen hundred,” he said as he stood, suddenly finding her before him. Leaning forward he kissed her lightly, “I promised I’d meet the guys for some practice, we’ll be at the beach porch if you want to come and listen?” He offered.

“You go and play,” she said with an impish smile, “I’ll freshen up and meet you there later. I should have time to run to the Galaxy and back, bring a few things I need.” She added, stepping into the bathroom. “Have fun.”

Watching her walk into the bathroom Rafael looked up at the ceiling for a second, “Gracias Prophets,” he said with a smile.

<… Later …>

Looking around as she approached the large tract of beach they had appropriated for the evening and she wondered briefly who was looking after the USS Gorgon tonight... was the entire crew down here?

Feeling very heady right now, a combination of many recent things, seeing Victor try and put Russo’s head through the locker door, taking part in the games and doing fairly well, making new friends (one in particular), the imminent arrival of her family. Then add to that a beautiful new dress, a stunning sunset and a massive beach party and she was without a doubt totally high on life right now.

Working her way through the crowd she exchanged pleasantries with various people as she made her way to the band. Somewhere up ahead she could hear the erratic notes played while tuning instruments, seeing the small stage ahead she paused to look them over. It was a diverse group he’d assembled; there he was with his bagpipes, a Terran on an old fashioned electric guitar and a Vulcan and a Tellarite on a couple of large drums. Chatting amiably with the people on the beach she watched Rafael as he finished setting up a small amount of equipment to go with their instruments. Unable to help herself she smiled as she watched him, and, several times while he worked he looked up to find her smiling, bringing a smile to his face each time.

Then they began. It started with the pipes and was soon joined by the others with an even measured tempo, the drums keeping an easy beat with the guitar and the pipes playing along, it was a pleasant tune, but then slowly the four of them began increasing the tempo of the music, the easy beat and tune they started with became faster, more lively, drums beat faster, the guitar and the pipes keeping up in an escalating beat that soon had everyone clapping and dancing along to the music.

~ Okay, there’s more to his pipe playing than strangling a cat! ~ Kimberly realised, they were pretty good!

"Beyond the Shadow"

Lt. Commander Th'Khiss K'aa, Chief of Operations, USS Galaxy
Specialist Gloria Anna-mae Beauregard, Life Support

Tangnagel Array, Tycho Epsilon System
=============================

“Shhh.”

“Did you hear that?”

Gloria Anna-mae Beauregard bit down on the sweat-stained cloth that
had recently been her sleeve and provided a constant but muffled
stream of anti-Gorn profanities. In truth, K’aa didn’t expect an
answer but peering down into the absolute blackness of one of the
array’s corridors the words comforted him in that it provided a
reminder that he wasn’t alone.

The Tangnagel Array from a hundred kilometers looked like a stylized
chrysanthemum flower, with each delicate petal attached to the main
stem by a thin, yet vital conduit. These cramped corridors were
crammed with the relays, cable and circuitry that sent the information
gathered by the ultra-sensitive sensors to the Array’s central CPU.
To safeguard against any electrical interference the luxury of
lighting systems had been omitted and the only illumination K’aa had
was the sickly green glow of a chemically powered safety flare. It was
enough to work with wile splicing fiber-optic cable, but with an
effective range of about three feet practically useless for anything
else.

“Mppph! Mnnnhmmmmnnnn… mn mnummmunnnm! Msssss?”

K’aa had frozen as he looked down the thin corridor towards the
petal’s “tip”, and cursed his small and all-too-human eyes. No matter
how hard he tried to focus, he couldn’t make anything of the vague
shapes lying just beyond the light’s shadow. Compounding his unrest
was the small, uncertain noises his new heightened hearing provided
his imagination. The standard relays were virtually silent as they
performed, but there were thousands along the corridor’s length, and
nothing that would otherwise insulate or diminish their sound.

“Msssss?”

Reluctantly, K’aa looked down at the woman currently “hog-tied” with
about thirty meters of insulated conduit, “Only if I can secure an
oath that you will cease your attacks”, he grated with an eye to the
darkness. Beauregard’s pony-tail shook as she nodded, and she
resisted the urge to bite as K’aa removed the scrap of cloth that
acted as a gag. “I promise”, she managed to spit.

K’aa paused for another minute before running his conduit-laser over
the knots keeping Gloria restrained, still peering down the blackness
before him. He could see nothing, and what he heard suggested only
the buzz and hum of circuitry, but something caused the annoyingly
fine hairs on the back of his scalp to rise, and a nervous electric
feeling along his spine.

When Gloria stood, close and to the terribly thin man before her, she
weighed her promise and thought of the several different ways she
could break his neck. She paused when, despite the possible danger
she represented. K’aa continued to have his back to her as he gazed
into the corridor’s darkness. Slowly, her eyes shifted from the back
of K’aa’s head to where he was looking, and the only sounds she could
hear were the distant switching of the Array’s sensor relays and her
own anger fueled breathing.

“What do….”

“Shhh.”

To her surprise Gloria obeyed, and took to looking at K’aa once more.
The Galaxy’s Ops chief stood absolutely still, his breathing slow and
controlled. Every now and then he would turn his head as if to hear a
sound from a different angle, or drew a deep lungful of air and held
it as if to savor the scent of something in the air.

“Perhaps it’s nothing”, he said softly at last. After a last look
down the corridor, K’aa’s bloodshot eyes were at once focused on his
would be attacker. “Was there anyone scheduled to be in this
location Beauregard?”

“No. I’m… not sure”, Gloria whispered, still looking into the
darkness. “I don’t think so. What do you think it was?”

“Perhaps nothing”, K’aa said as he knelt and resumed splicing another
relay into the Array’s circuitry. “It wasn’t something I could sense,
it was just….”, he paused thinking of the heightened sense agitation
that spread through his nerves like electricity. “The feeling that
we’re being… watched.”

The stygian blackness dilated Gloria’s brown eyes, playing tricks with
them beyond the dim-green shadows of the work-light. Thousands of
electronic echoes hung in the air, filling it with
the whisper of white noise that made anything precise and unusual
impossible to distinguish. Gloria had been on the Array for over two
years and had worked alone often, but now gooseflesh rose on her arms
and she was unsure of whether it was the darkness, or the presence of
her sister’s killer.

"After thoughts"

Ensign Alexandra Lee



Having been discharged from the Galaxy's Sickbay, Alex had been told to take it easy by the doctors. In true Starfleet fashion, she ignored the doctor's advice as she found herself running on the Galaxy's track located in the Gymnasium. She felt safe here...she wouldn't have to worry about anyone attacking her from behind aboard the Galaxy. She closed her eyes as the images from the attack came rushing back to her. She ran harder as if in an attempt to escape the memories and the brief and sharp pain she felt upon being struck. She fought to keep her fear in check as she passed her second mile. Security had yet to identify the attacker and that both frustrated and infuriated her. She wanted justice. She could not bring herself to understand why someone would attack her simply because she had been doing well in the games thus far.

Despite winning the Gold in the One-hundred Meter Butterfly, she wanted to forget these games. Not only had she been attacked, she had been embarrassed in public, and lost her friendship with Ryan. She hated herself and her life at the moment. All she wanted to do was curl up into a corner in her quarters, lock the door, and cry. 'What good will that do,' she thought to herself as she passed another runner on the track. She wondered if she should talk to a counselor. 'Yeah, right...thats all I need to do. Run to a counselor everytime something bad happens to me,' she thought again. 'You need to be tough, Alex. You passed Starfleet Academy, passed the Stress Tests. This is no different. Hell, you're an engineer...you're supposed to thrive on stress, Alex.' She continued her run as she passed her third mile.


|Sequioa Cafe

A large Orion sat down next to the human at a small table. "So, was the target taken out?"

The human kept his eyes on the passerbys as he replied. "The target is no longer able to perform, but she is alive."

"If we wanted her alive, I would have told you to bring her to us to sell as a slave," the Orion's voice became low and threatening.

The man now looked back at the Orion. "Your instructions were to take the target out of the competition. I did just that. I take it the necessary amount had been deposited into my account?"

"Not as of yet, but it will be deposited inside your shuttle. I must leave." The Orion stood soon disappeared among the passerbys.

The man also stood, heading for his shuttle to ensure the payment was delievered and to leave for his next job.

As the man entered the shuttle, the entry door sealed shut. "Odd," he commented and then his eyes went wide as the alert sounded from the cockpit. 'They couldn't have...' He entered the cockpit just in time to read the final message report from the computer display terminal: Plasma leak, Disengage engine startup cycle. The shuttle exploded, sending debris flying throughout the bay, injuring several nearby flight deck hands.

“Big Brother is Watching”

Lieutenant Kimberly Burton – USS Galaxy
Ensign Rafael Dávila – USS Gorgon (NPC)
Captain Burton – Free Trader (NPC)
Gracie & Cynthia Burton (NPC’s)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Epsilon Five “Poseidon” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Hey Squirt.” Hugging his little sister fiercely he marvelled at how much she seemed to have grown in the last few years since they had seen her in person. “Been too long.” Not trusting himself to say anymore right now he just held on tight, not wanting to let go right now.

“Yeah,” she agreed, nearly in tears. With her ship going one way, and his the other, seeing each other had become a rarity. “Hey Gracie,” holding an arm out she pulled her sister-in-law into the family embrace, happier than she could put into words right now.

Standing there they must have looked a little odd, the three of them simply holding each other, no words, they would come later in a flood. Standing near the threesome Rafael looked down at the baby in the pram who was burbling away merrily to herself.

~ Agreed, ~ he decided, ~ whatever she said, agreed. ~ Smiling at the youngster he didn’t notice when the three broke apart a moment later.

“So,” swiping a hand across her eyes, brushing away the tears that had formed there Kimberly smiled at her family, “how’s everyone?”

“The crew’s fine, everyone is hoping that you can stop by before we leave.” Gracie replied, running a hand affectionately through Kimberly’s hair, “S’torvak especially is looking forward to seeing you again.”

“I will,” Kimberly promised, eager to see everyone again. People who she had grown up with, many of who had helped raise her, teach her. They ultimately were responsible for much of the person she was today. “Jack, when are you going to let S’torvak retire,” she asked with a shake of her head. Stepping over to the pram she knelt beside Cynthia and looked at her niece directly for the first time. Smiling she lifted her from the pram and held her happily, “he must be what, over two hundred now?” Cuddling the baby gently she sighed happily. Not that having children was something on her mind at the moment, but since joining the Galaxy crew she had delivered her fair share of babies, this one though was family.

“He’ll retire when he’s good and ready,” Jack countered, looking at Rafael curiously, “I’ve offered.” Holding his hand out to Rafael he smiled, “Jack,” he introduced himself, “and you must be Rafael,” he asked.

“Yes sir,” he responded a little formally, “Rafael Dávila, USS Gorgon. Pleased to meet you all.” Accepting the offered hand he shook it firmly.

“Shall we sit?” Gracie asked, manoeuvring the empty pram against the wall, “we have a table,” she reminded them all. Leading the group into the restaurant they congregated at a table and sat, Cynthia firmly attached to Kimberly’s lap. “So Rafael, what do you do on the Gorgon?” she asked, curious about the young man who had managed to catch her sister-in-laws eye.

“Engineering, mostly small vessel maintenance, means I have to have a good grounding in most ship systems.” He explained, though he didn’t know it completely unnecessarily, Gracie being the senior engineer on the Express.

“You’re an engineer? I thought you worked security?” Kimberly asked with some confusion.

“Security are, a little short handed,” he explained, though from the look on his face that wasn’t what he had been planning on saying. “I opted for a temporary transfer a while back to help out. I should be back in engineering in a week or two. Experience in multiple departments looks good on your record though.” He added with a shrug.

~ Don’t I know it. ~ Kimberly agreed silently, she had two qualifications under her belt, and look where that had got her. ~ Buried in PADDs! ~ She answered her own question sarcastically.

“Have you got a moment Kimberly?” Jack asked suddenly, indicating the nearby bar.

“Sure,” handing Cynthia over to Gracie with a little regret she smiled at Rafael, “back in a moment,” she promised. Following Jack she leant against the bar with him while he ordered drinks for their table. “What’s up?” She enquired, wondering what was on his mind he couldn’t, or wouldn’t discuss at the table.

Looking over to where Rafael and Gracie were deep in conversation, about whatever it was engineers talked about when left to their own devices Jack turned to Kimberly, his face becoming serious. “I saw a news update while we were crossing the heliopause. Russo, is here!” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, but it’s not a problem.” She assured him hurriedly, “he knows better.”

“Are you sure, he’s a bloody Captain now. He commands a Concorde class starship, fighters, marines, and a hell of a lot of weapons. You sure he’s not a problem?” Jack was one of the few who knew of course, she’d never had secrets from him, not for long anyway. If you can’t talk to your big brother who can you talk to? He was also angry, and it was showing, though his voice never rose in volume the set of his shoulders, the tone of his voice, and the fact his knuckles were popping as he clenched his fists was never a good sign.

Resting a hand on his arm Kimberly smiled, “Jack, relax. He may command a starship, but I have a few friends as well. One of whom put Russo’s face damn near through a locker door last week, just for talking to me harshly. I wish I’d had a camera to record it for you.” Taking his hand she squeezed it with both of hers, “I’m not eighteen anymore Jack, he can’t hurt me again.” She assured him gently.

Eyes lighting up he smirked, “He’d damn well better not try... Locker door you say?”

“Yeah, I swear his face left an imprint in it after the third time Victor tried to put his face through it.” Almost smiling at the memory she realised while the moment had been satisfying, it was temporary. ‘He’ was after all still alive and as Jack had mentioned, the Captain of a powerful starship.

Watching the shift of emotions on her face and the fleeting smile that nearly formed Jack looked down at his little sister and felt a little guilty, “Hey, I’m sorry,” enfolding his sister in a hug Jack patted her a little awkwardly on the back, “I really am, here I am seeing you again for the first time in years face to face and I’m dragging this up again.”

Not replying she just hugged him back, hoping that somehow, one day she could really put this behind her. With him roaming around out there, there was always a shadow of memory lingering, like a bad aftertaste you know you have to get rid of somehow.

“Now, before we go back,” Jack said in a lighter tone, “is this guy Rafael someone I have to chase off for you, scare away, or is he likeable?”

Laughing suddenly she shook her head, “You scare this one away and I swear you’ll be singing soprano for the rest of your natural life and eating your meals through a straw!” She promised him, steel suddenly in her voice. Poking him in the chest gently she laughed, “One time, one time I asked you to do that and now ‘every’ time...”

“Every time, what, twice in ten years.” Jack countered with a smile. Taking her arm in his he picked up their drinks tray and turned back to the table. “By the way, that guy, Victor who put Russo’s face into the door...” Jack mused as they walked back, putting his arm around her shoulder instead.

“Yeah,” frowning she looked up at his face, “what about him?”

“Does he like single malt whiskey?”

“Day Trip”

Lieutenant Kimberly Burton – USS Galaxy
Ensign Rafael Dávila – USS Gorgon (NPC)
Lieutenant Arietty – USS Galaxy (NPC)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ USS Galaxy ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“USS Galaxy, this is shuttle KittyKat requesting permission to dock.”

<= Permission granted, welcome home Doctor Burton. =>

Smiling as she angled her shuttle into the main bay she watched the ship
grow larger and larger until it filled the whole forward view. It never
ceased to amaze her how small it seemed on the inside, yet how massive it
looked when you were out in a shuttle. Setting the modified aeroshuttle
down in its usual spot she powered down with the ease of practice and looked
to her co-pilot, who hadn’t touched the controls the entire trip, engrossed
as he was in the small ships technical specs.

“You like?” She asked with a teasing grin. When he had first set eyes on
the KittyKat she had sensed a certain amount of disdain, and had realised
what he went through with his bagpipes occasionally. And she could
understand it, most aeroshuttles were just that, atmospheric and low impulse
vehicles. Not the KittyKat. One look at her tech-specs and he was hooked.

“Very much, you and your brother have put a lot of work into this.” He
complimented them both.

“Thank you.” She replied with a proud smile. The KittyKat was one of her
treasured possessions, and had saved her life more than once. Two small
decks and high warp capable, it basically meant she could normally get out
of trouble faster than she could get into it.

“I have to swing by sickbay for a while, I completely forgot a series of
tests I was running and I need to look in on them and decide where they’re
going, this could take a couple of hours I’m afraid.” She really was
apologetic, when Arrietty had called Kimberly had cursed herself the entire
time she’d been dressing and apologising to Rafael, she’d not expected him
to volunteer to come along, though, it had made the trip vastly more
pleasant. She just had to make sure he didn’t go to the aft cabin. She’d
not tidied up yet!

“I’m more than happy here,” he announced, tapping the control panel, “I like
some of the ideas you have here, I’d like to actually see how it’s all
integrated if I may?” Smiling at her confused look, “I look after the non
combat auxiliary craft on the Gorgon,” he reminded her, “this,” waving his
hand around, “may not be a delta flyer, but you’ve stolen some ideas from
that design. I’m curious.” He shrugged.

“Engineers.” She muttered with a trace of confusion in her voice. Sitting
on his lap she lifted his chin with a finger and looked him in the eye.
“Well Mister,” she warned mock sternly, “when I’m finished the KittyKat had
better still be space worthy or there’ll be trouble.” Kissing him soundly
she relaxed for a moment in his embrace, “Besides, if she won’t fly we’ll
not get back in time for the sunset and that dinner you promised me.” She
reminded him gently.

“Then I give you my word she’ll fly. I’ll take her apart tomorrow instead.”
Ducking as she took a playful swing at the top of his head he laughed, “Go
on,” he suggested, “I’ll be fine here.” He promised.

Laughing as she descended to the lower deck she walked out still chuckling.
Logging back on board she logged Rafael in as well and headed for the
nearest turbo lift. Lost in thought she walked into sickbay still smiling
slightly to herself and in her own little happy world. The main ward could
have been full of combat casualties for all she would have noticed right
then as she walked through, absently acknowledging greetings from her staff.

Sitting in her office she looked around for a moment, her eyes wandering
around the room she slowly realised something. Other than the holos from
Thera on the walls, there was nothing personal in here she realised. Okay
the planet was pretty spectacular but scenery pictures were fairly generic,
this was a very impersonal space. There was nothing in here of her. PADDs
galore admittedly (Are they breeding again? Did the techno-tribbles infect
the PADDs and teach them to breed? There always seems to be more on the
floor whenever I walk in!). A desk, couple of chairs, a sofa, table and a
replicator. Nothing else.

Resolving to change that on her return she called up a coffee and picked up
the solitary PADD on the desk. Reading the report she scrolled through the
last few days data, not even noticing Arrietty in the door until she coughed
gently.

Coffee cup half way to her mouth she raised an eyebrow, “Hi Arrietty,” she
greeted her head nurse cheerfully, “How’s things been? Everything under
control?”

“Everything’s been fine here, no problems. A few follow ups for you while
you’re around, and your research.” She assured her boss, leaning casually
in the doorway she looked at Kimberly for a moment. After a couple of sips
of coffee and another raised eyebrow Arrietty huffed in annoyance. “Well!
Who is he?” She blurted out suddenly.

“Sorry?” Kimberly asked, all innocently with wide eyes and a look that
denied everything.

“Don’t give me that look Kimberly. I’ve seen it on the faces of all of my
own daughters, it doesn’t work. You suddenly drop off the sensors for a few
days, forget stuff you’ve left running, which you ‘Never’ do. Take last
minute leave and walk in here with enough afterglow to power the warp core.”
She listed in exasperation. “So, I repeat, who is he?”

“Is it that obvious?” She muttered. At Arrietty’s patient nod she sighed,
“Ah well. No such thing as a secret on this ship anyhow.”

“Agreed, now as I’m El-Aurian and we’re good listeners, talk!” Arrietty
ordered, though her tone was harsh there was a smile on her face as she
perched on the desk.

“Have you been watching the games?” Kimberly asked suddenly, “specifically
the Zero-G game I was in?”

“Yes, you did pretty well, though everyone was rooting for you to get gold
there.” Arrietty admitted, wondering when the best time to tell the boss
about the impromptu party that had erupted in sickbay when it had been
announced she’d won bronze, and the subsequent visit by security. “You
should have heard the department though when you lost to that guy from the
Gorgon. He’s ‘not’ a popular young man!

Wondering how to phrase this she looked at Arrietty for a second, they were
fairly close, they’d worked together for a couple of years now, shared the
occasional bottle in the evenings. They were friends. Opening her mouth to
say something a mass of conflicting emotions crossed her face in the span of
a few seconds as she hesitated, and then she saw the look on her nurses face
and realised she didn’t need to say anything after all.

“Him!” She asked with surprise, looking at the sly smile on the CMO’s face.

“Yup.” Nodding Kimberly couldn’t help the smile that grew into a full blown
Cheshire cat grin on her face.

Turning Arrietty closed the door and activated the privacy screen. “Talk!
Now!” She ordered with a grin of her own. Looking at the smile on the young
Terrans face she felt happy for her. The CMO had been fairly focussed on
her work since she’d come aboard, and this was a pleasant change to see her
smile so openly and looking so relaxed.

Laughing merrily Kimberly shook her head, “I can’t, not right now. I need
to get this done and look at those follow ups. The sooner I get done the
sooner I can get back to my shuttle and back to my vacation.” Looking at
her friend she added in a pleading tone, “Please?”

“Okay,” Arrietty agreed, not really wanting to disrupt Burtons plans too
much, “but don’t think you’ve dodged the disruptor on this one, as soon as
you’re back you and I are sitting down to dinner and a bottle of that mead
you had delivered. Understood!” She added firmly.

~ Who’s in charge here? ~ Kimberly wondered humorously, planning on doing
just that anyway. “Agreed. Now, give me that list of follow ups so I can
get them done then I’ll be in the labs.”

“So, where’s your young zero-g acrobat while you’re here?” Arrietty asked
casually as she stood and picked up a PADD from the floor.

“On the KittyKat, amusing himself while I’m busy.” Kimberly admitted,
scanning the test data.

“He’s on board?” Arrietty asked with a trace of surprise in her voice.

“Well, sort of, he’s in the shuttlebay talking the KittyKat apart.”
Kimberly laughed, “for some reason he thought that would be more interesting
that sitting in sickbay.”

“An engineer then.” Arrietty deadpanned.

“Yup, and very good with his hands.” Kimberly added in the same tone.

Shaking her head in amusement Arrietty pulled a small pouch from her med
coat pocket and offered it to her friend. “You might want this.”

Raising an eyebrow Kimberly accepted the pouch and opened it curiously.
Inside there was a hypo and several phials, none marked though. Looking
confused she raised her gaze to Arrietty and shrugged, “Okay, I’ll bite,
what’s this?”

“I checked your file Kimberly, I’m allowed,” she reminded her boss
defensively before Kimberly could say anything, “that is something you
should have thought about yourself. Contraceptive injections.” Stepping
around the desk she sat on it again, this time right beside Kimberly, “just
in case,” she said gently, “I’m just being a friend.”

Nodding slowly Kimberly took a breath before speaking, she was right of
course, she had sort of jumped in feet first without thinking. “Thanks, and
you’re right, I should have my head screwed on better than I have.” She
admitted ruefully.

“You’re having a good time, relaxing, you deserve a break so have some fun.
I’m just helping with a little perspective is all.” Arrietty offered in a
friendly tone.

Pocketing the pouch Kimberly stood and gave Arrietty a hug, “Thanks, but not
a word!” Kimberly warned her as she shut down the privacy screen and opened
the door, “please.” She added though more hopefully, knowing full well it
wouldn’t take long for the news to spread around the ship anyway. Simply
logging him aboard was enough to fuel the reactor of the gossip core.

“Not from me.” Arrietty assured her, pleased at the smile on her boss’s
face. “Do you like him?”

“Yeah, I do.” She admitted honestly, feeling her face break into another
grin.

"The Contract, Part IV - Action!"

Mr. Siebur (The Assassin) [Omar]

J. Andrus Suder, Apc [Mek]

It was time to take out his first target, Siebur decided, while he

still could after his performance in Sickbay. He didn't need any

weapons, as the means by which he would need to kill Suder wouldn't

even require him to lay a hand on the man. After inquiring the

location of the target from the computer (using a voice frequency

modulator), he first left his assigned quarters and headed down to a

sparsely populated lounge to eat a very small meal. Next, he went to

the duty officer for Security to advise of his current status of not

being cleared for duty yet. Although the duty officer offered to

expedite the medical clearance, Siebur politely declined unless his

presence was absolutely needed for duty in short order.

Then it was on to the residence deck where his target was currently.

The ride in the turbolift added to the slow knot growing in his belly.

He always got somewhat excited like this when he was about to close a

job. Accidents such as the one he had in mind were terrible, but not

uncommon on starships and land based locations.

When the turbolift doors opened, Siebur checked quickly to ensure that

there weren't too many people around. Satisfied that he was for the

most part alone in the corridor, he quickly and purposefully made his

way to the quarters where J. Andrus Suder was located. After another

careful survey, he used his knuckle to activate the door annunciator.

He believed that everything led to what was about to go down once the

door opened.

Andy pushed himself off the couch, thankful for the interruption. He

normally didn't like to take his work home with him but Commander

Smith had started to threaten the Library with unplanned "disaster

drills." She hadn't been more specific but Andrus was pretty sure

these would include several scenarios with him running from Arel and

one of her knives.

So he'd taken the computer PADD with it's eight hundred and nine pages

of downloaded Bajoran text home to read.

It was incredibly dull reading.

Andy opened the door.

"Mr. Suder?" the man dressed in Security gold asked.

"Yes," Andrus said with a nod.

"I need you to accompany me to the surface."

He frowned. "What for?"

"An issue has arisen that requires your presence. You may be a

witness to an incident that occurred."

Andy tried to think about what he possibly could have witnessed. "At the beach?"

"Yes, sir," Siebur nodded. "I can explain more on the way, as this is

a time sensitive issue."

The Betazoid frowned again. He didn't have any reason to doubt the man

and yet there was something about the situation that felt ... off to

him. But then again, years of running the con could have just made him

paranoid. "Could you give me a few minutes to change? I'm not really

comfortable beaming down in my pajamas."

"Of course, sir. However, I will need you to move quickly, if you

can." Siebur offered a friendly smile to put icing on the cake. The

target was already hesitating, although his reactions were normal for

such an unexpected visit. He mentally calculated how much time was

left until his 'ride' out of there arrived.

Andy returned an easy smile, despite his discomfort. He headed back

towards the bedroom and changed into the first thing that came to hand

- a black turtleneck and pants. And then because his instincts had

been spot on in the past, he also picked up his unregistered knife.

The one Brian pretended not to know about. "Do you know how long this

will take?"

"Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. We just need to make

sure we have all of our facts together." Seeing that the target was

ready, he gestured towards away from Suder's quarters. He was trying

not to look like he wasn't that much in a hurry, but still tried to

convey a sense of official urgency.

Andrus scribbled a quick note to Brian. "Okay."

They walked in silence to the turbolift that would take them to the

nearest transporter room. Siebur took the time to take in the full

measure of his target, watching his movements and mannerisms. The

chemical psi-blocker was working well enough that he was sure Suder

had no clue what was about to happen to him.

When they reached the transporter room, Siebur dismissed the NCO

operator and plugged in a few coordinates. He considered the option

of making Suder's death a transporter accident, but decided to revise

his plan.

It was only after he set foot on the transporter pad that Andrus

realized what was wrong with this situation.

He couldn't sense the other man at all.

****

Planet

Being telepathic had it's advantages and disadvantages. One pretty

much knew when people were lying, hot for you, or where they hid all

their worldly possession. On the other hand, they expected you to be a

person who wouldn't exploit any of these things. Plus there could be

headaches, especially being confined on board a ship like the Galaxy.

Andrus re-materialized on the planet and felt the release within his

mind. Sure there were more minds but they felt more evenly spaced,

more free.

He turned to the security officer and barely suppressed another frown.

Still nothing.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Suder?"

"Can I take just a second to catch my breath?" Andrus said with an

apologetic face. "I get a bit nauseous every time I ride one of those

damn things. I know it's probably all psychological but ..."

The man was beginning to irritate the assassin, but the task at hand

kept Siebur focused and suppressed the need to vent his frustration in

a very blunt and messy way. "We need to get a move on, sir."

"Just a moment," Andy promised with his smile. Then he closed his eyes

and opened his mind as far as it would go.

Siebur was envisioning the steep drop into a ravine that was very

close, and the correct amount of force that would be needed to "bump"

into his target and knock him off balance, sending him to his death

some seventy feet below. He also thought once again about how

irritating the target was. How long is he just going to stand there

with his eyes clo-

It was then that it hit the assassin with a jarring shock that Suder

was trying to read him. It became apparent that he would just need to

kill this man outright before he could raise any alarm.

Andy opened his eyes and gave a tenuous smile.


And then started running like hell.

And so the dance began for Siebur......

"The Maltese Eptgac, Part II: Deadly is the Doctor

Lt. 8-ball Hunter
Lt. Ella Grey
Dr. Kimberly Burton

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Main Sickbay ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"If there was one thing I knew, it was hospitals. Lousy places---full
of lowlifes and doctors, the lowlifes dyin' in their own mess, and the
docs with their noses up in the air. Damn docs--always thinkin' that
they're better than everyone else around em. I thought Doc Burton was
one of the good ones---but I'd been wrong before."

"Sickbay was a real cesspool, a little spot of Hell right on our ship.
The screams and moans of the dying were so loud that I could barely
think. And the heavy scent of antiseptic couldn't mask what lied
beneath, the smells of sickness and despair . . . the heavy musk of
death."

Ella cupped her ear to listen for the sound of crickets; Sickbay was
that empty. "I think they started using a vanilla scented
deodorizer."

8-ball loftily ignored this somewhat more realistic depiction of
Sickbay and proceeded further into the room. The doctor wasn't in
sight, but there was a nurse there, one she had seen before. If she
remembered correctly, this was the nurse who had sneered at performing
emergency surgery on a teddy bear.

8-ball's eyes narrowed.

"Hey," 8-ball said to the nurse. "Me and my associate here got
business with the Doc. Burton, that is, Kimberly Burton. You seen her
around lately?"

Recognising the young woman as the same one who had strolled in with
the dilapidated ursine toy Arrietty wondered briefly what it was all
about this time. Deciding that it was probably better not to ask she
nodded in the direction of a side bay that was currently the CMO's
location, "She's over there, research project so knock before you go
in." She instructed the pair, "Is there anything I can help with
though?" she asked tentatively, hoping it wasn't another teddy-bare
surgery related event.

8-ball glared suspiciously at the nurse. "Doubtful," she said. But
any lead was worth pursuing. "You seen anything suspicious around
here? Maybe strange men walking around, twirling mustaches, that kind
of thing? Maybe the Doc came in looking particularly shifty-eyed?
Satchel looking a little fuller than normal, like she had something or
someone stuffed within it?"

Wishing now she'd kept her mouth shut and gone with her initial
instinct not to ask, Arrietty stared at the young Vulcan in
bewilderment for a moment then shrugged, "Ask the Doctor." she decided
eventually.

"We'll do that," Ella said politely, grabbing 8-ball's arm and
dragging her along. "Let's save antagonizing Arriety for another
time. Now, I don't think my femme fatale is going to work so well
with Burton so it's all on you kid."

8-ball cast a suspicious look over her shoulder at the nurse, but
there was no time for a good parting shot. She and Ella walked over
to the office and knocked. Part of 8-ball wanted to just barge in,
all dramatic style, but she had no idea what manner of research
project Burton was working on. It could be something innocuous, or it
could be something that would blow up as soon as the door was opened.
Who knew?

"Come in." Kimberly called absently from inside. Sat staring at two
holographically projected strands of DNA in the air before her she
didn't even turn to see who entered the room. Leaning back in her
chair she cursed mutating viruses in general and Zanthi fever in
particular, this strain was starting to annoy her, big time. Add to
that right now her mind was most certainly elsewhere and 'wanted' to
be elsewhere meant that this was not the best of times.

8-ball and Ella stepped in. "No time for pleasantries, Doc," 8-ball
said. "A crime has been committed, and you are the prime suspect.
What were you doing, lurking around my quarters this morning?"

Blinking in surprise as she sat up straight, Kimberly let her
confusion show as she turned to face the two women, "Umm, sorry, can
you run that by me again please?" She asked, looking between the two
of them. Crime? Where was security? ~ Why me??? ~ She wondered in
confusion, ~ What've 'I' got to do with this? ~ "Uh... 8-Ball, do you
want to start from the beginning and tell me what's going on please?"

8-ball sighed. It was a curse in life, when no one could keep up with
you. "All right," she said. "We'll start from the top. Eptgac has
been bear-napped. He was stolen from my quarters sometime this
morning, and this note was left in his stead. Ella! Produce the
ransom note!"

Ella dutifully produced the ransom note, waving it slightly to show
8-ball that she was participating.

"As you see," 8-ball said, pacing importantly, "someone has come up
with this dastardly plan. Someone who wants me in Vulcan training.
Someone who wants to break down my mind. As of yet, I have no idea
why you'd want any of these things. However, you were spotted skulking
around the scene of the crime. Do you deny it?"

Holding out her hand, Kimberly accepted the ransom note from Ella and
scanned it, taking the time to review in her mind 8-Ball's statement.
~ Bear-napped? Dastardly 'plan'??? ~ Making a mental note to check
8-Ball'd had a psych review lately she shook her head after a moment.
"I'm sorry ladies, but I only got back aboard earlier today. I recall
I did a few house calls this morning, just routine follow ups, but
you'll understand I trust why I'll not say who." ~ People who can't
be trusted with a loaded replicator, let alone sporting implements! ~
She added silently. Looking down at the piece of paper she raised an
eyebrow, "have you called security? Had a DNA scan run on the paper
or your quarters?"

"For all I know, Security could be in on it," 8-ball said sourly. She
didn't, actually, think that Security was in on it, but a dirty cop
story could be entertaining, and she'd seen the gleam in the doc's
eye, after all. Where's the straight jacket, already? Some people
constantly confused eccentricity with insanity. 8-ball had been both,
so she knew the difference.

"A DNA scan, huh? I hadn't thought of that. You mind making yourself
useful there, doc?"

"By all means." Pausing her work she turned to a desk of equipment
and slid the paper under a scanner. "So," she muttered, "you get
home, find Eptgac missing and have this in his place," running a
series of quick scans on the paper she shook her head, "sorry girls, I
guess it was too much to hope for, but your bear-napper has used DNA
resistant paper, so nothing on here that'll be of any use I'm afraid."

"Figures," 8-ball said. "I should have known this guy would be to good
for that." She turned to Ella. "What do you say, Grey? Do we buy this
"house calls" story? Are we wasting our time here?"

"The doctor has no reason to lie that I know of," Ella replied. "And
you can always call intero ... uh, interview her later if something
comes up. But I'm not sure where to go from here."

"Well, if I might interject a thought?" Kimberly asked, and then
continued without waiting for a reply, wanting only to get her work
done, get these two out of here and be back on her shuttle as quickly
as possible. And not necessarily in that order! "Someone has a vested
interest in you returning to your training; even if it's only someone
with a sadistic sense of humour. So perhaps the trainer would be your
next, and I hate to say it, but next logical step? After all, whoever
did this knows you've stopped going, and it's either the trainer or
someone they've spoken to. And they'll be able to tell you who else
knows. Then you have your suspect list. How's that sound?"

"T'Pei?" 8-ball asked. She frowned in thought. "T'Pei doesn't exactly
have a sadistic sense of humor. You'd have to have a sense of humor
before any sadism leaks through. Still, it's a possibility. I'll have
to investigate." She frowned a little deeper. Meeting with T'Pei
sounded about as much fun as playing hide n go seek in randomly
opening airlocks.

"Thanks," she said to the doc. "You've been a big help." 8-ball didn't
add that she'd still be watching her---she just implied it with her
eyes.

"Not a problem, anytime." Kimberly replied as she returned the ransom
note. She considered briefly asking why, as Assistant Chief Science
Officer, 8-Ball simply hadn't recalibrated a sensor platform and run a
scan of the ship to look for the missing teddy bear, it might take a
little while but it would be faster than questioning half the crew,
and the teddy wasn't DNA resistant. But then if she wanted to do it
the hard way so be it. Each to their own amusements, and hers was
awaiting in the main shuttle bay. "If I can help anymore let me
know." She offered as the two left the room.

As they exited Sickbay together, 8-ball turned to Ella. "You know you
want to go interrogate a sadistic Vulcan chick with me!"

"I'd love to but I have a meeting in five minutes."

"Well, fuck you then," 8-ball said mildly. She glowered into the
distance. "My solemn quest to find my beloved teddy bear had now led
me . . . to meet my greatest nemesis!"

Ella raised an eyebrow. "I thought chastity belts were your greatest nemesis."

8-ball sighed. "Everyone's a critic," she muttered.

"Death in the Family"

Lt. Commander Th'Khiss K'aa, Chief of Operations, USS Galaxy
Specialist Gloria Anna-mae Beauregard, Life Support

Tangnagel Array, Tycho Epsilon System
==============================

For at least the dozenth time, Gloria found herself pausing at her
work and realizing just how surreal her current experience was. On
their knees, she and her sister's murderer were stripping the
insulating jackets of fibre-optic conduit and splicing in newer, more
sensitive sensor modules brought over from the Kepler. She had
mourned her sister for six months before her natural curiousity lead
her to ask questions about the event, and from crew mustered off the
Miranda during one of her refits she found what she was looking for.

For a year and a half she had been dreaming of the Gorn - a hulking,
reptilian killing machine with fangs longer than her fingers and claws
hard enough to score mild steel. The quartermaster from the Miranda
had been especially vivid concerning K'aa's ruthlessness, but is was
from some of the Marines and Security personel that she learned hints
of something sinister about the monster.

The feared him. Oh certainly, he must have been formidable as three-
hundred and fifty pounds of scaled, taloned and fanged muscle, but
there was something about K'aa that happened on the Miranda that they
wouldn't speak of, wouldn't even dare a whisper. One, seeing the pain
on Gloria's face, croaked "Van Gelder" before walking off into the
crowds.

At the Van Gelder institute, there is a ward that cares for a fifteen-
member squad of the Miranda's Hazard team and no-one else. All
comatose, the only activity was the occasional saddened family
visitor, and the routine application of fluids and removal of bodily
wastes. Gloria had researched and found the place, and her visit had
come as a complete surprise to the attending Doctor Sardigan. Only
two things moves them from their coma, the doctor had explained - the
anniversary of the event that placed them here and any mention of it.

"How did Commander K'aa..." The question was never finished. As soon
as K'aa's name left her lips each patient in the ward awoke and
started to scream the name at the top of their lungs. Vocal chords
soon wore out with the strain, and the ward staff raced to tranquelize
the victims before they did themselves any more harm. Gloria had
backed to the ward's entrance as the Persian doctor explained that
mere mention of the Commander's name would send each patient into such
a fit that would only end with complete exhaustion.

She had dreamed of killing the Gorn since then, but looking at the
gaunt, haggard man before her brought her murderous urge to a halt.
Certianly the work crew's manifest clearly read Th'Khiss K'aa, but
this thin whisp of a man couldn't provide much of a threat. At least
physically, she reminded herself as the pain in the soles of her feet
throbbed.

"You're staring."

The sound from K'aa broke her reverie, and Gloria snapped back. "So
are you. You've been looking down that damn corridor every five
minutes."

"We're not alone", the thin man snarled back in a hoarse whisper.
"Fifty feet into the darkness, I'm certain. Biped. Mammal. Can you
bypass the anti-grav plate we're on? Quickly?"

"Uh... sure, but we'll float about. Isn't that bad if... er... it
attacks?"

"There is a Terran adage that 'the best defence is a good offence'. I
like that wisdom. Do it", he ordered, "and make as few movements as
you can. Stay away from anything metallic."

The command was firm and decisive, and to her amazement Gloria
Beauregard found herself obeying. It took less than a minute before
the plates were removed from the gravity circuit, and then K'aa
repeated his trick with the power conduits. Forty feet away, a dark
figure of a humanoid male lit up like a comet over Venus station
before it collapsed to the floor.

Gloria was prepared for the electricity, but not for the roar of
triumph from the thin man's throat. Quickly, K'aa pushed himself into
the gravity plate, stumbling only briefly before racing to the fallen
figure with the emergency flare. Into the darkness, Gloria followed.

When she arrived, K'aa had bent over the figure - a Trill in his
thirties she guessed, wearing the crisp red of Starfleet command. The
current seemed to have knocked him for more of a loop than her own
jolt, as blood seeped from his ears, nose and eyes. Wide-eyed, he
grasped K'aa's tunic as he coughed up a large clot of thick, violet
blood.

"K'aa.... hrff.... why?", the Trill managed with his dying breath.
"We... were... hrrr... friends."

The Trill's hands relaxed and his eyes rolled up into his scorched
skull as K'aa slowly stood. The former Gorn had turned pale as he
looked down at the burned and lifeless body of Jaal Jaxxom.

"Batting Practice"

Lt. JG Le'on Khatowren, Security Kitty

**********
Starfleet Games Training Holodeck - Baseball Batting Cages

"Whoever came up with dis sport should be shot..." Le'on grumbled as he
padded his way to his designated practice area. He was overly aware of
the fact that he looked ridiculous in his small baseball uniform,
slightly oversized baseball cap, and oversized baseball bat that he was
carrying over one shoulder. Well, oversized to him anyways. When he
asked the computer to replicate him an official Louisville Slugger, he
got an official sized bat.

How in the hell was he going to swing this thing?

Well, that's what Le'on was going to figure out here at the batting
cages. He was well aware of the snickers and laughter behind him as
people got a view of him. One person even tried to pet him and say that
he looked cute and Le'on nearly eviscerated him on the spot. Once
people saw that he had claws and was prepared to use them, a lot backed
off.

Le'on got into his designated batting cage and pressed the control to
start the training program with the tip of the bat (being small sucked
sometimes). A buzzer sounded, Le'on saw a red light turn on down the
range. Then a small white ball shot out at him that sailed right over
his head. Le'on looked up, wondering how the heck he was supposed to
even play this game. Le'on positioned himself properly into the
batter's box like he was instructed to by Victor and waited for the next
ball.

Bzzz! Swiff! Another ball over his head.

Alright... next one then...

Le'on took a couple of practice swings and waited for the next ball.
This one he swung the bat, straight overhead this time, it looked like
he was trying to chop wood rather than hit a baseball. The people
watching roared in laughing this time, some were even holding on to each
other trying to keep themselves upright. Le'on spun in place and hissed
at them all.

He placed himself in the box again and waited for the next pitch. This
was going to take awhile.

********
Eight Hours Later...

People weren't laughing much anymore. Le'on had this down pat. He was
even starting to enjoy himself.

Bzzz! Swiff! Jump. SMACK! Bzzz! Swiff! Jump. SMACK!

Sure, he had to leap straight up when a pitch came, but he had the hang
of this now. Finally satisfied, he pressed the button to end the
program with the bat tip and exited the cage. He gave one final angry
hiss at his spectators and walked out of the holodeck.

He didn't know if Victor putting him on the baseball team was someone's
idea of a joke, but he wouldn't be going in unprepared to the games.

If anything, he might get a good laugh out of it if he allowed himself
to do so...

Disturbia Part 7

Ophelia Zamora
JAG

Ensign Charlotte Dooley
AKA Faylin McAlister

Consul Ayanna Hinanat
Judge

Lieutenant Victor Krieghoff
Acting Chief of Security

Junior Marshal Melissa Daughtery
Federation Marshal Corps

****

Previously on Galaxy: The Next Generation:

Fay stopped short as she heard the beep.

"Someone wants in Ophelia....let's let them in, shall we?"

Unlocking the door, as Ayanna punched the code in for the third time, Hinanat's eyes grew quizzical as she entered the darkened room. "Lights...."

Nothing.

Walking in a step more, she turned as she thought she viewed a dark shadow around the door's controls. With a hiss, the entry to the conference room was sealed shut.

"Ayanna...get...out..." The voice warned.

"Naw, too late for that shit." McAlister announced.

Hinanat's mind ran rampant. Negative feelings, anger mixed with revenge laced with fear slammed into her head causing her to step backwards. "Ophelia?"

"She's not in right now....leave a message." Fay's cold laughter filled the room.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Why I'm the infamous Faylin McAlister, dressed up as your little assistant Ensign Charlotte Dooley." The darkness still protected the party in some fashion as Fay continued. "I'm sure that you've heard stories about me from little miss sunshine over there. Now, take a seat and let me finish."

Hinanat felt herself get pushed down in one of the chairs. In an attempt to stand, she was slashed at her right knee.

"I said SIT!" McAlister paused. "Ya know, life would be so much easier if people would just listen to what they were told to do! Christ!"

Ayanna felt the initial pain subside as she concentrated on it. The question as to what to do now swam in her head as her eyes adjusted to the pitch blackness.

****

USS Galaxy
Corridor Three
Outside Liaison Corps Conference Room A

For the hundredth time in the past hour, Junior Marshal Melissa Daughtery wondered what karmic transgression had fated her to be stuck working within the bounds of Starfleet Bureaucracy.

In the real world the Fed marshals were the ones who kicked down doors and meted out appropriate justice before hauling the bad guys in front of a Judge properly bound and gagged. (With the occasional kidney punch thrown in for good measure)

Typical of the fleet to get everything ass-backwards and sending the Judge in first while leaving the guys with the badges behind to pick up the pieces.

There would be pieces.

Mel could feel it in her gut.

She glanced over at her 'temporary' partner. With Marshal Hux still recovering from surgery, she'd been paired up with The Fleet Security Chief....some joker by the name of Krieghoff. She'd read his file while waiting for the endlessly slow wheels of justice to spin on this dumb boat, apparently he was some sort of super bad-ass...a real killer with some sort of untoward effect of those around him. She shrugged. AS an Esper-blind, Mel Daughtery existed in a vacuum as far as telepaths were concerned. She didn't have any powers...but similarly none of there were of any effect on her.

It was described to her once that her brain ran on AC while everyone else was on DC...incompatible. As a result she was quite comfortable around Mr. Spooky......except for the fact that he was a fidgeting motherfucker.

Victor checked the time again, frowned and looked over at Daughtery. "Too long - they're taking too long. I don't like it - anything could be...."

A soft 'beep' from his combadge interrupted him, followed by T'risia's voice, =/\= "The computer has just indicated a cessation of contact with Lieutenant Zamora's combadge, sir. Are you in visual contact with her?" =/\=

"No," Victor replied. "She's in Liaison Corps Conference Room A - beam everyone in there out and into a cell, now. No more games - either she's pulling something cute, or Faylin's here - either way, I want them out; we'll sort who's who out after they're confined and unconscious."

=/\= "Yes, sir." =/\= A second passed, as Victor and Daughtery started for the door, and then the Vulcan ensign added, "=/\= "Negative effect on the beam-out, sir. The Conference Room's security locks are in place, cutting off communications and transport access."

"Faylin," Victor said tonelessly.

=/\= "Logic would indicate that you are correct, sir," =/\= T'risia replied. "I can attempt an override if you wish. I believe that I can suppress the field long enough to allow a single transport - in or out - before it resets and strengthens." =/\=

Victor turned to Daughtry. "Door's undoubtedly locked, and we have Hinnant in there as well. In or out?"

The obvious question was why the hell couldn't the Chief of Security override a simple security measure on his own Starship. Mel shook her blond hair against the insanity. Damn she needed a cigarette. "One on one against a Chamelioid in close quarters?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "She put an Angosian Super Soldier in the ICU last time they met....cant we beam in a stun grenade?"

"Not without getting an override from the Captain - which she'll give - but it'll take time we don't have. The Liaison Corps have all sorts of diplomatic-level shielding and restrictions and hoops on turning it on, off, and so on that we'd have to jump through."

~~Typical.~~ She dismissed his answer, while at the same time pulling her jet black service phaser from its hip holster. "All right. Assuming y'all aren't too opposed to mussing up the furniture here's what we do. One of us goes through the transporter the other through the front door....I'm assuming that Starfleet has the ability to deal with something as simple as a locked door yah?"

"I do if they don't."

"Right." she nodded, brushing her hair back behind her ears. "The key is this...as soon as we go have Engineering reverse the Gravity in the conference room. While everybody and everything is busy bouncing off the ceiling we burst in....oh and obviously tell our transporter chief to flip me 180 degrees when I go through...don't fancy landing on my head. Other than that...wide angle beam....shoot everything and everybody...we'll figure out who is who afterwards."

"Sounds good to me," he nodded in return, making the necessary calls. "Just be prepared for her to turn into something that'll be resistant –or immune – to phaser fire; she's psychotic, but not stupid." A transporter sparkle appeared beside them and two security personnel appeared with an emergency bulkhead force field generator and snapped it into place around the door. "To close it after me so she can't get out," Victor explained at Melissa's look.

Mel checked the safety on her phaser...wide angle...Maximum stun. "Oh yeah...one last thing....take off your shirt."

"My shirt?" he asked, checking his own weapon. "Aren't you supposed to be waving a few credits at me while music plays? Or at least buy me a drink?"

"Don't flatter yourself. We're dealing with a Chameloid right? Presumably she knows how to impersonate and replicate herself into looking exactly like either one of us. However...I'm betting she duplicates Lt Krieghoff wearing a proper Starfleet uniform....or myself wearing a full length Marshal trench coat and Star." She paused, deliberately sliding her arms from her beloved leather coat, eventually standing before him in a simple T-shirt and black pants. "She won't expect us to show up out of uniform, and thus cant replicate it fast enough before we knock her out right?" She paused. "Or she might not bother and just gut us both."

"Fair enough." Victor pulled the tunic off and tossed it aside. "Oh, and one more thing on my end, Marshal: just so we're clear, I'm not particularly concerned with whether or not McAllister makes out of the room on her own two feet, a stretcher, or after being scraped up with a squeegee and a sponge. I want the two of us, Hinnant and Zamora to walk out alive - after that..." He smiled in a way that Melissa had only seen on animals in the wild. "After that, it's up to Faylin."

===============================

"They will come...." Ophelia spat as she continued to move slowly against the wall.

"Counting on it..." McAlister hissed as she lowered herself into a chair for a moments break. Her legs stretched out, landing with her feet thudding against the wood surface of the oblong table. "I thought that I'd at least permit them to see you alive one more time."

"You don't have to do this." Hinannat gently mused.

"Spare me judgy. This is not your fight." McAlister paused, shooting Ayanna a look of disdain. "I'm getting bored. I need something to amuse myself."

She stood, surveying the darkened room. Ophelia had moved out of the emergency lighting, however with her breath heavy Faylin was still able to pinpoint her position with ease.

"Lights!" The ordered barked, the illumination blinked back on permitting all to see the other's position.

"God...." Ayanna drew in a breath as she viewed Zamora's trail of initial blood streaked against the walls. She followed the smeared trail, then her eyes rested upon the frightened attorney. She sat, huddled in a corner holding the wound on her left forearm.

"Oh, that ain't nothing honey!"

"Let me help her..." Ayanna started to stand, the crimson fluid from her knee had just started to dry.

Fay swept her hand over to Zamora, out of a sheer act of curiosity as to what the woman would do.

Keeping her line of vision on McAlister the whole time, she walked quickly over to Zamora. Placing her hands on Zamora's temples, she stared her down as she helped the pain diminish somewhat.

"Interesting....now...back off." Fay's glare hardened demanding obedience.

"No." Hinanat responded in an authoritative tone.

"No?" McAlister's head tilted to the side. Striding over to Ayanna, her hand darted out around the judge's throat. Instinctively, Hinanat attempted to fight off the squeeze as she felt herself lift slightly off the ground. As she struggled to find some footing, she felt the tips of her shoes touch ground for a mere moment before the impact of being tossed on the table was felt. Fay smiled as she heard something in Ayanna snap. "Now, that sucks I bet."

Hinanat winced with the pain a mere moment before Fay slapped her across the face. "Stay...."

"Don't!" Hinanat barked.

"Meh..." Fay waved a hand at her before approaching Ophelia. Still shaking in the corner, Zamora cowered. "Stand up."

Attempting to find her legs, Ophelia slowly stood, her eyes never left McAlister's look of hollowness. Her entire body shook, from head to toe.

Fay had complete control of the situation and she knew it. Turning her head back towards Ayanna, she posed a question. "I'm sure as a judge, you've heard and seen some horrific things. You've always seen evidence. Photos, documents, testimony, but you were never present at the time of the crime. Today's your lucky day. You're going to be a witness to a murder." She paused, turned her attention back to Ophelia.

"Yeah...yours..." Hinannat's head lowered as she stood, attempting in any manner to get the attention off of Ophelia for a moment.

"I knew there was something I liked about you." McAlister turned, her head lowered with a 'come hither' look in her eyes.

"Pacifism... What's That?"

Lieutenant Kimberly Burton - USS Galaxy
Ensign Rafael Dávila - USS Gorgon (NPC)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Epsilon Four "Demeter" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Olympic village on Demeter, whether that was the official name or not,
was impressive. Temporary housing for all the contestants who wished it, as
well as guests and all the support services they would require, plus all the
entertainment as well.

One arm comfortably wrapped around Rafael's waist and the other holding some
sort of Vulcan iced drink they were sharing, the two were wandering around
and exploring what the venue had to offer, nibbling the occasional
foodstuffs from around the alpha quadrant and getting to know each other
better.

Life stories were slowly exchanged, her memories of growing up on a
freighter verses his of Earth. Puerto Rico was described with attention to
detail, as were the nooks and crannies of a Java class freighter. Families
were described, her nephew, his mother and twin brother, his little sister.
No need to describe Jack and Gracie, they'd met, though stories were told.

Then the Academy, it was inevitable really, put two Starfleet graduates in
the same place and eventually they'll start talking about their Academy
years. Which classes they took, teachers they both knew, favourite off
campus places and funny anecdotes were shared as well.

It's a lot to talk about. By the time they were half done the two of them
had walked the village at least twice, considering its size that's a lot of
walking. Dumping the empty drink container into a waste slot Kimberly
looked around. "Do you want to get something to eat here?" Looking around
at the various places surrounding them she investigated the nearby options,
sitting down was sounding good right now, "or head back to Poseidon for room
service?" she asked impishly.

"Let's eat here," Rafael suggested, "Then we can take our time getting
back."

"Mmmm, good idea." She'd actually tidied the KittyKat, well, to be honest
she'd helped to tidy it. She'd gotten back after her stop in sickbay the
other day to find him rooting around the aft compartment for an access
panel, one covered by a pile of discarded clothing. It had taken the two of
them only half an hour to set things in order ~ Sara-Jayne, I promise to be
tidier in future! ~ At least it meant the aft cabin was habitable now.

Turning down one street they wandered past several places, he wasn't that
fond of Andorian, and she hated Tellarite. Klingon food was bypassed
without comment from either, simply a shared look of distaste.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little jian-huo from the Galaxy." The voice
brought Kimberly back to the here and present with a jolt. ~ Oh no, not
again! ~ She complained silently. Turning she saw the familiar face of
Zelo, USS Templar's assistant chief of security.

"Someone you know?" Rafael asked as she continued to walk by, doing her
best to ignore Zelo completely.

"Someone I wish I didn't." She corrected him, keeping her eyes forward and
pace steady.

"So, what does she charge then?" Zelo asked as they continued.

Feeling Rafael's arm stiffen Kimberly muttered a quiet plea for him to
ignore Zelo, despite this Rafael turned to face him.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Rafael enquired his voice flat and
unfriendly.

Turning as well Kimberly looked at Zelo, he was in uniform, as was his
companion, a young Terran woman with Oriental features who was wearing
medical blue, both were stood outside a bar that featured a rather garish
sign proclaiming it to be the 'Security Checkpoint'.

~ Tacky! ~

"I asked," speaking slowly, clearly and emphasising each word, "what, does,
she, charge?" Smirking he elbowed the woman next to him and said something
to her neither Kimberly nor Rafael heard, then both of them laughed as Zelo
made a crude gesture with his hands.

"If you've something to say, say it so we can all hear," Rafael asked in a
strangely polite tone, "otherwise shut up and move on." Disengaging
Kimberly's arm from his he stepped forward, "I don't appreciate you
insulting my friend, so perhaps you should apologise!"

"And perhaps you should get to know people better before you spend your
Latinum!" Zelo retorted with a dirty laugh.

Clenching his fists Rafael took a pace forward, his whole posture changing
from relaxed to a ready stance in that step. "Perhaps you should show some
respect before I feed you your teeth." He offered bluntly.

"Go ahead 'Ensign'," Zelo replied with a grin, emphasising the rank, "take a
shot." Stepping forward as well he approached Rafael casually, seemingly
presenting no threat.

"Strike a superior officer, I'm not that stupid. 'Sir'." Adding the last
almost as an after-thought and as insultingly as possible.

Stepping in between the two Kimberly looked from one to the other, they were
about the same height, similar build, and both were looking at each other
over her head, a similar look of distaste on their faces. ~ Great, hate at
first sight! ~ Narrowing her eyes a suspicion formed in her mind. She and
Rafael were out of uniform, only their comm badges any indication of being
in the fleet. How did he know Rafael was an Ensign.

"Back off Lieutenant, that's an order!" Kimberly snapped at Zelo, fixing
him in place with a stern steely look. She still clearly remembered their
previous encounter, as did he no doubt, though he didn't back down.

"Are you gonna make me?" Contempt for her was obvious in Zelo's voice, and
though he didn't appear drunk this time, he was belligerent enough
apparently to make up for it.

"Are you gonna disobey a direct order, Lieutenant 'Junior Grade'!" It
wasn't much, asserting her authority was about all she could do at the
moment, if he chose to ignore her what 'could' she do, complain to his CO?

~ Ha! ~

Standing between the two Kimberly could feel the tension in the air between
them, and for a second knew just how a lightning rod felt. ~ Oh Goddess,
help me! ~ She pleaded, and though no reply was directly forthcoming,
inspiration chose that moment to arrive in earnest.

"I may not be able to lodge a complaint with your CO Lieutenant," she
snarled, "but I can lodge one with your balls again if needed!"

Looking down at the supposed pacifist with a blink of surprise Zelo wondered
just what in the name of the Prophets gave the Captain the idea she was
non-violent! "Just try it, I promise you 'I' won't be the one rolling
around the floor this time!"

Stepping around Kimberly Rafael placed himself beside Kimberly instead of
behind her. "You hit her, you won't even remember hitting the floor!" He
promised, keeping half an eye on the unknown woman who was with Zelo, who
had throughout all of this remained impassive and silent off to one side.
He had no intention of being blindsided by her, but so far she seemed
inclined to do absolutely nothing.

~ What a pair of testosterone cases! ~ Kimberly muttered silently, not
wanting to insult Rafael for the world, but this stank like a week old
corpse. Russo was up to something! No one was this stupid to pick a fight
outside a bar full of Starfleet security!

Facing Zelo directly she realised compared to these two she was tiny. Four
of her would probably make roughly the same mass as these two put together.
Stepping forward slightly she raised a hand, trying to prevent violence,
"Listen Lieutenant," just as Zelo pushed her roughly into Rafael.

Bouncing off Rafael she felt a moment of panic as Zelo raised one large fist
and took a swing at her head, only to find herself shoved out of the way
protectively by Rafael. Anxious to end this instantly, and without needing
Rafael to lay a hand on a superior officer she staggered sideways, and
reached out as she passed Zelo, whose attention was now on Rafael who was
moving in, fists raised.

Grabbing Zelo's balls in her left hand Kimberly squeezed and twisted as hard
as she could, digging her short nails in viciously. Instantly halting him,
and using the grip she had locked on his tender anatomy to halt herself at
the same time. Seeing the tears form in his eyes she thrust her other hand
up, fingers extended into the base of his throat even as he was reaching for
her left hand to try and disengage it. ~ One advantage of being a medic! ~
She realised happily as his eyes bulged and he started gasping for air, ~
you know exactly where to hit 'em! ~

As he started collapsing Kimberly let go with her left hand and raised her
knee to meet his descending balls. The result, Zelo collapsed as quickly as
he had the first time she had met him.

~ Damn IT!!! ~

For a moment there was silence. Then from the bar behind a few patrons
whistled, some applauded.

"For a pacifist, you can be pretty violent." Rafael complimented her as he
looked down at Zelo, glad he hadn't blinked and missed Kimberly putting him
down.

Looking at the Asian woman who was still stood nearby, watching the events
with an uncaring expression, Kimberly snapped at her irritably, "Get him
back to Russo" She ordered, "and tell Russo to..." Stopping herself from
saying anymore she sighed, it would be pointless really.

"Next time," Kimberly said gently to Rafael as she rubbed her aching knee,
"don't go for the senior officer, that's what he wanted I imagine. Then he
could have pressed charges." Steering him away from Zelo they walked past
the door to the bar. As they did Kimberly groaned as she saw the faces
pressed up against the windows and stood in the doorway, a few she
recognised from the Galaxy.

~ Great! ~ She bitched silently, putting her arm around Rafael and pulling
him reassuringly close. ~ The entire 'Frelling' crew will have heard about
this by the end of delta shift. ~ She realised.

~ I'm never gonna live this down! ~

"You want to let me know what that was about?" Rafael asked as he glanced
over his shoulder at the prone Zelo, making sure he wasn't about to get up
anytime soon. He was curious naturally, but he asked the question
tentatively, if she didn't want to share he wasn't going to push it... Yet.
Putting one arm around her shoulder he gave her a hug, something was going
on here, something about all this was not right. Okay, they'd only just
met, but she was intriguing.

Choosing not to reply Kimberly sighed and shook her head, Rafael was right,
she could be violent when needed obviously. But it didn't feel right. For
years she had avoided violence of any type, yet since joining the crew of
the Galaxy she had killed a man and assaulted the same man twice. Can't a
girl live in peace?

And to top it all off, when she had put him down, for the second time, there
had been this satisfying feeling that she'd done something that might annoy
Russo. Happy, about the violence and definitely satisfied at the result.

~ This isn't me! How does Russo do this to me? ~

"Family Circus"

Fork
Arel
Koren
Korvin

****

Epsilon Four "Demeter"
Holodeck Complex
Bat'leth Competition

****

"That's a bat'leth," Korvin said, pointing at the Klingon blade that
was proudly displaying over the warrior's head.

"Bavfelth!" Koren tried sounding out.

"No," He corrected. "Bat'leth. Bat-leth."

"Bavfeleth." Koren clapped and giggled. "Bavfeleth! Bavfeleth!"

"Baaah ..."

"Korvin," Arel interrupted. "Watch now. Teach your cousin later."

"lu', Mommy," Korvin replied politely. A few seconds later he was
pointing again. "Look Koren, a strike. Stur-ike."

Arel rolled her eyes and turned back to her brother. "Anyway, I was
saying I didn't enter because I didn't want to take away *all* the
medals."

"You 'do' know they can make more where those came from, right?"
For'kel smirked. "Besides, it would've been nice to have seen someone
who knew what they were doing out there." Fork himself wasn't much of
a Bat'leth swinger. He had the basic training in bladed weapons one
would expect from a Starfleet Marine and an Ex-Starborne Ranger. That
meant he knew how to use combat knives well, and had a comfortable
familiarity with the Mek'leth, and the hand held axe and double-edged
machette of his own heritage. Things like Bat'leths, or Vulcan
Lirpas, were a little bit beyond his comfort margin. Still, he could
tell when two people didn't know what the hell they were doing, common
place among a lot of the 'olympic' competitors. "You could've made it
a clean sweep in all likelihood."

"Perhaps. To be honest, the bat'leth is probably my weakest skill. I'd
rather watch with you and the kids."

"You'd rather watch a fight with me and the kids rather than get
involved?" For'kel blinked, before teasingly going for a butter knife.
"Who are you and what did you do with Arel Smith?"

"Funny."

"It's just that you've never been the type to find a corner and just
watch." For'kel put the faux blade down after buttering a piece of
toast. "You okay?"

"Of course," Arel said. She smiled as Korvin mimicked strikes -
complete with whooshing sounds - while Koren clapped. "How about you?"

"I'm fine." Fork mumbled, smiling at the sight of his son actually
enjoying someone else's company. "My quarters are a little cramped
right now, though. Between Koren and my mother..." he shrugged.
"Makes me wish Berilyn was here even more than I normally do. By the
way, who was the jack-ass that ruled no open flames at all on the
Galaxy?"

"The Captain. Mark has been whining about it for weeks. Why?"

"I tried lighting the memorial candle when I got back from the Alpha
KS mission." He folded a fist inside of his hand in contemplation,
watching Koren follow his cousin around and exploring the small
quarters. "Sufficing to say, I can't get it to light longer than a
second before the flame gets extinguished. Can't we trade this
Captain in and get the old one back?"

Arel shrugged. "Hasn't done anything to piss me off yet so I could
give a shit. They have a place of worship here, if you're interested.
We could stop by after the matches."

"Thanks, but it's not a religious ceremony. Not entirely, anyway."
Fork took a long draw from his mug. Fruit punch wasn't nearly as
thick as blood wine, but it was a suitable enough facsimile that Arel
didn't need to be painted as the person who hangs out with that guy
who doesn't drink. Honestly, more than one person brought out the
apparent contradiction between Marines and sobriety. "Have you met my
mother yet? Our mother... however you want to phrase it?"

"No, but I'd like to. And I can probably pull my father away from his
books if you'd like to meet him."

"Sounds like a good plan to me." He smirked. "Korvin's gotten big
since I saw him last. What are you feeding that kid, Arel?"

"Standard Klingon diet," Arel said. Korvin really had grown since
she'd last seen him; he was probably going to tower over her
eventually. "Although every now and then my father sneaks in human
food. Poor Kern is terribly unsettled by the concept of pizza."

"I've heard some Klingons had problems digesting tomato sauce." His
slightly wrinkled nose recoiled a bit more with the palpability of a
rekindled memory. "Be glad you weren't sitting next to K'Lar during
the 188THs Italian Night."

Arel grinned. "Additional music, huh?"

"Music?" It took the UT some time to register that one, but Fork
eventually got the message and nodded. "Yeah, you can say that.
Especially after PFC Diego introduced him to 'Coke'."

"You should have been there when I introduced them to dairy."

"By the Prophets I'm glad I wasn't, thank you. You know... Korvin's
old enough now that he might find a home on the Galaxy if he wanted."

"He does," She replied. "It's stupid. There's always going to be some
conflict with Galaxy but I just feel safer with him living on Qo'Nos
right now. This war is taking too long. It ... concerns me."

For'kel wouldn't have batted an eyelash had that statement come from
most other people aboard the Galaxy. Grumblings of the same nature
were pervasive throughout the ship and Starfleet as a whole... hell,
some had been complaining about it before there even was a war. But
for someone like Arel Smith, poster woman for the quintessential all
go, no quit, never say die type to say something like that... it was
disconcerting to say the least. "What makes you think that?"

She told him about the future Allison and her claims that Arel had
killed her mother. "It's hard to imagine a future where I kill Rebecca
Von Ernst, for whatever reason, and then also attack the girl. And if
that's not enough, you should see her, Fork. She's emaciated. There's
hardly any flesh left to cut."

Arel was quiet for a moment, watching Korvin and Koren play. "What
kind of future is it where the Federation runs out of food? Where I
become a monster?"

Fork's mouth was agape. Listening to the story was... well... rough.
Hearing about the 'older' version of the teenage girl he scarcely
remembered as an armory specialist reminded him of the prisoners they
rescued from Alpha KS a little too vividly. After she was done, he
answered her question in the only way he could. "Not 'our' future."
He drummed his fingers against the railing of their box, the clashing
of Bat'leth's signaling the start of their competition. The roars and
cheers provided the best white noise. "Maybe I should go see her... I
just hate the idea of anyone being treated as a specimen to be
studied. Has anyone considered the fact she might not be from 'our'
timeline?"

"I don't know. Probably. If she finds out your my brother, she'll want
your blood."

"Hmph, she'd have to take a number and get to the back of the line."
The Stagnorian smirked. "Besides, for all we know, where she's from I
could've killed you. Or you could've killed me. Or Mitchell could've
tried to kill me, and in vengeance for when I slayed him, you went
after the teenage mother of my love child being Allison, and found
Captain Von Ernst instead... yeah I think I remember reading that in
one of Berilyn's old romance novels. In either case, the fact is we
don't know that, or anything else for sure, Arel. It's best not to
dwell on it too harshly until we have more facts." Still, a part of
him was curious about exactly what 'was' going on now.

"I suppose you're right," Arel said before scowling at him. "You
realize that whenever you come up with a hypothetical you slay my
husband?"

"Am I the only one?" He shot back with a grin. "Besides, you act
like I'm the only one who does it. The poor bastard has you for a
wife, I'm sure he's taken far worse shots."

"Undoubtedly," Arel said without a hint of sympathy.