TREKS IN SCI-FI FORUM

Computer began Personal Log...

It's been one year to the day since the Tiberius was destroyed. Though I know it was the only decision I could make, I still ask myself if I made the right choice.  So much has happened since then. My crew and I spent three and a half months in quarantine on that decaying Vulcan station.  We did the best we could at making it livable but being stationed bound was hard on us. We managed to survive and found a cure for the deadly "Lucus" virus. The results of the investigation were shocking. Not only did this conspiracy to create the virus involve Doctor Lucas's wife, a very prominent Vulcan scientist, but several of the Vulcan counsel leaders as well as several high ranking Starfleet Officers. The trials that followed were painful to both Vulcan and Starfleet.

My crew has mourned the loss of so many of their fellow shipmates...our family members. There were countless ceremonies in their honor, but the pain of losing them cannot be removed with sympathetic words spoken at empty memorials. I'm not even sure, as the old adage claims, that time can heal the wounds.  The weight of it all has taken its toll on us especially me. My countenance over the past few months did not go unnoticed by Starfleet brass, and command felt it best that I take some time off to deal with it all. To be honest, I looked forward to the break.

The rest of my people have been reassigned to various ships and stations. I myself am currently teaching at Starfleet Academy.  I miss the openness of space... and my crew. I don't know if or when I will ever be given another command, but I hold onto the hope that it will be sooner rather than later.

I have kept in contact with my former first officer, Commander Sevryll. She and her children came for a visit a few months ago. She seems to be doing well, though she is burdened with emotions in the wake of the virus—It seems we all have our scars. She is cooping the best she can through alternative suppression techniques. She says playing music has proven to be the best method of control.

During our visit, Sevryll informed me that she was offered another position as first officer aboard the "Navajo"—she refused it... stating that she would wait for my next command and would rather retire than take another post. I have no doubt that she would do just that. She's a exceedingly stubborn woman in addition to being a loyal friend.

I've kept in contact with several of my senior staff. Many of them have gone back to Starfleet after taking several months off to recover....  Oh, I have to cut this short I'm running late for dinner with Nicholas ....

... Computer end personal log.

Lieutenant commander James took a seat in the Captain's chair of the ship as the skeleton crew finalized their work. She was the second vessel to be finished in the last two weeks at the new Vulcan Fleet Yard.  He smiled to himself as he listened to the unique hum of the background systems. With the new quantum reactors, the ship had a sound that was all its own. It was a low sound that reminded him of the purr of the sehlats that roamed the planet below them. The ships that were coming out of the Vulcan Fleet Yard were a labor of love. It was still going to be a few weeks until a name could be painted on her hull and a dedication plaque created.

This was also the only Fleet Yard that was construction the new warp shuttles based on the Aurora's space frame. Star Fleet had decided it was too expensive to mass produce the Aurora design, but they did wish to use many of the advances discovered in fielding the testbed. The Corona class were being made more in line with Aurora's sister ship. They had been stripped of many of the advanced features of the Aurora to focus on speed and range. They would function as wonderful support craft to the new ships, but they didn't have the fire or teeth of the Aurora.

"All systems functioning within specifications," Aeric said to the techs as the maneuvered themselves around the bridge. The vessel would soon be assigned a shakedown crew and Aeric wanted to have everything in order. He had spend most the last year of his life attached to the new Fleet Yards and the two ships being constructed there.  When he wasn't working on ship schematics, he had been spending time on Vulcan. "How are things functioning on your end chief?"

"Commander, the engineering teams reports that she has full operational status," Master chief petty officer Rina Grant said as she worked from the secondary engineering console. She had been happy to transfer to assist with the new ship and continue her work with the man that had become extended family. It was from the newly promoted commander's recommendation that she joined the team that helped to finalize the build and shakedown of the new ship. "Temporal core is online and all other enhanced systems are now operational. It was nice of Starfleet to increase the comfort levels of the crew cabins with the space they save by installing the new power systems."

Aeric laughed. "If I had known you wanted your own quarters, I would have put in a requisition for you back on the Tiberius. I'm sure I can get you something better at drydock."

Rina smiled. "Are you happy that Aria got her own quarters  on Vulcan or do you miss her presence while you are raising Beth?"

"It's hard being a father all over again, but I think I'm up for the task. She deserves a good family and I don't mind sharing my personal space with a toddler. I also think that Aria need to have her own space to spread her winds." Aeric said as he rose from the comfort of his chair. "We still have a few hours before we're all scheduled to report in. I'm going to take Beth down to Vulcan on the Aurora and have dinner with Sevryll and the rest of the family."

"It's good to see that the two of you have come to terms with being Aria's parents. I don't get to interact much with our former XO, but I think that she actually likes your friendship, if such a thing is possible for a Vulcan. It's also nice to see that Aria has been accepted. I think that the girl would do anything for those that she calls family regardless of blood ties. I'm lucky that she put me in that category." Grant said as she rose from her workstation. "When she's not busy, she always takes the time to see how I'm doing. Hopefully you won't forget about the people in the trenches when you decide on your new posting and join the enlisted for dinner sometimes."

"You can count on that chief." Aeric said as they made their way to the turbolift. "I'm not going to forget how well you performed on this project. It's not just any team that could transform a bare spaceframe into one of the best ships in the fleet in only a few months time."

"It's about time that the Federation returns to the business of exploration after the mess of the Dominion War and other crisis." Grant said and she stepped onto the lift with Aeric. "Primary shuttle bay."

"The vessels that we are producing here are great start for that." Aeric agreed as the turbolift started to move. "It's been years since the treaty between Dominion and Federation was signed, but we still haven't fully recovered from the personnel losses. I think that the time of flying cities like the Galaxy and Sovereign classes are still viable, but there are going to be more ships like these that pave the way to spread the ideals of the Federation."

"They should be looking to fill the crew manifests of the ships soon?" Grant asked. "Did you put your name into the hat?"

"They've been surprisingly tight lipped about the ships. You have to remember that this is the first new shipyard since the war and our projects are first Starfleet ships to be constructed over Vulcan in a long time. I think they are going to want crews and captains that understands how important these ship are. They symbols of the Federation's recovery not just from difficulties of the last few years, but from the damage that the virus caused to the moral of the Federation." Aeric said as the turbolift halted. "I think that it was only fitting that the Vulcan Fleet Yard was moved to orbit at the site of the Tiberius' destruction. In this place, we are literally building on the ashes on the past to a better future. Still, we can only do our parts and hope that the people that get these ships love them as much as we do."

"Nice sentiment. Where did you think that little pearl up?" Grant asked as they headed towards the Aurora.

"During the week that Aria and I spent in the Forge, I was able to put a lot of my life into perspective. I was too busy constantly worrying about when the next temporal crisis would occur and I really wasn't living my life. After I left Aria planet-side to continue her training, I knew that I had to relax a bit. It wasn't until my approach to the new ship that I realized the symbol that she could become." Aeric said. "I'm actually thankful for being able to work on this project. It's been really helpful in dealing with all that we lost in the final hours of the Tiberius."

"You signed on to get the production schedule back on track, but now that both ships are nearing final completion, this tour is almost up. Have you decided on a new posting yet? I know that you've had offers." Grant said.

"I'm waiting for the right offer and I'm also taking as much of our team as I can with me." James said as they entered the Aurora. "In fact, I've been looking over the personnel jackets of several people to see who I might recruit depending on the position that I decide to take. I can say that I'm pretty much done with running the flight deck of a ship. I need something more challenging and I think I was more in your way than not."

"Do you think that you could just walk away from what we've built here?" Grant asked as she referred to the ships that they had poured their sweat and heart into building. "I didn't think it would be so hard letting go."

"You couldn't think of any easier questions?" Aeric asked as he mentally connected to the ship and began the exit procedures to leave the shuttle bay. A second thought brought the Interface systems online to allow the chief to connect to the Aurora. She had been a lot of help to him and his family when they left quarantine, it was only fitting that she was brought into the inner circle of those that could truly understand and access the shuttle. "If I the decision was mine, I would try to bring the family back together as best as I could. Wouldn't you?"

"In a heartbeat commander." Rina said as she initiated neural implant that allowed her to access the Aurora's systems. With the commander spending more and more time on Vulcan, she had almost taken up residence in the guest quarters of the shuttle as she familiarized herself with the systems. She had also used those insights in many of the recommendation that she made during the construction of the new ships. Some of those recommendation where implemented because Aeric had fought for her voice to be heard. She understood what he meant about the Aurora being a part of his family because she now felt that same tie the new ships. Rina had become as attached to the ships as any mother would on seeing the face of their newborn children. She could only hope that she would play some minor role in their destinies. "These ships have a destiny for adventure forged into thier bulkheads. It would be amazing to be a part of the destiny of something that my own hands helped to build."

Joint post by Jen and Moyer777

The small girl's pretty face contorted, forming a dreadful frown. M'rynn rubbed her arm and after the initial pain was gone, she smiled up at her mother. Sevryll was vulcan, yet her children's father was decidedly human and their mixed heritage created a few minor physical difficulties. The twins had never set foot on their mother's home world until the day quarantine ended, and as a result, they had not been acclimated to the thin, hot air of Vulcan. Her children did not particularly enjoy the treatments, but the drug helped them to breath with ease. It also afforded them the ability to keep up with the other children, and so they happily braved the daily therapy. The twins were now four-years-old, and though they were smaller than children their own age, they had grown taller and more clever in the time since they entered quarantine. "Your father would be proud," said Sevryll as she kissed the girl on the forehead.

Curious little faces peered at them over the low wall that surrounded their property.
N'Vall and M'rynn looked to their mother for permission to join the Vulcan children, and received her consent in the form of a single arced brow. The twins respectfully stifled their giggles, and rushed to play with their friends who waited for them just outside the gate. Their holographic dog bounded after, barking gleefully as she pursued the group. Sevryll followed; the heat of the desert rose to welcome her from the cool shadows of the courtyard. Her raven hair shone with the vibrant intensity of the afternoon sun as she called out to her children, 'we are having our dinner very soon. Do not wander far.' A breeze whipped her azure robes about her ankles then playfully lifted several strands of hair from her shoulders. 

She felt a contentment that was far less reserved than it had been one year earlier; and as the young mother watched her children play, she failed to impede a smile that touched her lips. The vuclan's smile transitioned to a stoic expression as she remembered where she was, and she glanced about to confirm that her neighbors had not observed her offensive emotional display. Once she was confident that her emotive error had gone unnoticed, she casually withdrew to the shadows of the garden.

The austere, ancestral domicile belonged to her family, and her parents preserved it for their daughter with the expectation that she would one day take up residence there in ShiKahr. The thought of remaining on Vulcan was appealing, and since the destruction of Tiberius she had given it much deliberation. The twins were safe and happy in their new home, and her parents were content to have them near by.


A month after quarantine was lifted, the ShiKahr Academy offered Sevryll a tenured position and a seat on the preservation council. She had decided to accept the job, but had yet to give them a definitive answer. Consequently, Starfleet had also offered her a post as first officer aboard the "Navajo".   Sevryll was an archaeologist, and had never actively pursued a command position. She was promoted to first officer only after the former captain of Tiberius, Captain Bell, disappeared... leaving Nathan the commanding officer. It was a post she accepted, but had not initially wanted. She remembered the sharp answer she had given to Admiral Watts after he tried to push her to accept the post on the Navajo, "I will only return to Starfleet if Captain Quinn is given another command, and only if he requests that I serve with him. Until that occurs, you may consider me retired." The arrogant Terran had been none to pleased with her response, but she never appreciate his supercilious attitude and quite frankly did not care what he thought of her.

The slender woman entered her abode and began to set the table for dinner. Sevryll was expecting company—her parents and Aria, Aeric and Beth were guests once a week, but this day Counselor Margon would be joining the family. As she prepared the place settings, she recalled the last time she saw the counselor:

"GET OUT!" She shrieked with a rage that typically visited her only once every seven years. The door opened and a handsome vulcan male backed out...then dodged a projectile that rocketed from somewhere inside the house. The vase shattered against the doorframe and pelted him with ceramic shards. He raised his hands in surrender and quickly left her home. When Sevryll rushed the entry, to confirm his retreat, she noticed the Bolian Counselor standing just outside, wearing a look that denoted either fear or shock... perhaps both. Flushed with anger, she paused in the doorway to watch the Vulcan go then she turned to Margon, lifted an eyebrow and inclined her head in a silent request of forgiveness. 

"Should I contact the authorities? Is everyone alright?" he asked in a quick succession of rapid-fire questions.

She had learned long ago, that her Bolian friend had a propensity for surprise visits, "No... thank you, Margon. That will not be necessary," she said as she pushed a stray strand of dark brown hair behind her right ear. "Please... come in."  He briefly sized her up, ascertaining whether it was safe to do so, then warily followed her inside.

The house was 'typically Sevryll'—orderly, yet comfortable. Margon considered taking off his shoes, to prevent the tracking of sand into her immaculate home, but she beckoned him past the entry and into the sitting room, where brightly colored settees, divans and couches waited for visitors. Lining the walls were ancient Vulcan artifacts, resting upon pedestals of varying heights—replica relics from numerous archaeological digs.  Under his feet, beautifully crafted Vulcan rugs broke the monotony of the gray stone floor that they strode across, on their way into the sitting room. She offered him a chair and a beverage as his eye traversed the wall that displayed various drawings and paintings the twins had created. He nodded and she disappeared into the kitchen leaving him alone a moment. Margon's eye paused on picture of a blue blob with arms and legs—a smile spread across his face. It was a portrait of himself... a drawing he helped M'rynn make while in quarantine.

Margon had been tying up loose ends on Vulcan and was getting ready to go back to Earth for some business before trying to figure out what the future held for him.  He had been in contact with Counselor Deanna Troi, during the quarantine.  She was a wonderful person to help a fellow counselor get his bearings.   After sharing his theory on holo-therapy, she had recommended that he look up Reginald Barkley on Earth and work with him on developing this technique. He had agreed, but needed to spend a few more hours with the family he had come to adore.  Sevryll returned with two cups of Vulcan Spice tea and sat across from him on a settee with red cushions. "I am sorry, I do not have a root beer recipe programmed into my replicator."

"Oh... that's all right. I like to try new things. Besides, I haven't come for a glass of root beer! I came to talk to you." he said as he took an experimental sip of the tea—it tasted like grass but he managed a convincing smile and a nod of approval. He sat back in his chair and considered her a moment.

"What was that all about?" he asked carefully. "Where are the twins?"

"They are at their grandparents'."  She said as she glanced at him over her cup of tea. She turned it in her hand, took a sip and continued, "how are you, Margon?" Since quarantine, which they had been released from two weeks before the day of his visit, he had made it customary to call on them once a week.

"I'm OK. Don't change the subject..." he replied with a slight smile.

Sevryll frowned and then set her cup on the small stone table next to her. "Mother is under the impression that I require a new husband. She believes a Vulcan would make the best father to my children.  Soleran was the fifth suitor in as many days; he was also the most persistent." She worked her jaw in aggravation and proceeded, "Mother invited him to dinner the night before, and to breakfast this morning. He stopped by again a moment before you arrived." She sighed, "I have tried to politely inform her, as well as her contingent of potential son-in-laws, that I am uninterested." Her voice had risen slightly but she called it down when Margon shifted in his chair.  "Since they have all failed to accept my verbal dissent, I determined that a 'demonstration', such as the one you witnessed, would be a more effective means of communicating my objections. It is likely he was disgusted by my emotional reaction and will now cease his purists."

"Yes...I don't think he'll be coming around anytime soon. If he knows what's good for him that is!" replied Margon as he took a sip of his tea and smiled. "That was a pretty convincing performance. Are you sure it was all an act?"

During quarantine, the counselor had spent time with Sevryll and her children. They helped him with his grief and in turn he helped her learn to cope with the range of emotions that surfaced as a result of the virus. He enjoyed the music therapy sessions with the twins.  He treated M'rynn's timidity by using his Bolian Martra, an electronic mind probing/musical composition device.  She, Margon and her brother would spend hours composing songs that would explore their emotions in a non-threatening way. He couldn't get Sevryll to try it, but the twins enjoyed it thoroughly. 

On the day she threw Soleran out of her house, Margon had brought her a violin to replace the Vulcan harp that his cat and Aeric's holodog had ruined during their skirmish in her quarters on Tiberius. Music had been his prescription to manage emotion. His theory being that the instrument would serve as an outlet for the emotion that could no longer be concealed through traditional means—if it couldn't be bottled up, it had to be expelled productively. Since that visit, she had practiced everyday... and over time, she found the act of playing the instrument, in conjunction with daily meditation, to be an effective suppression technique.

"I'm headed back to Starfleet headquarters, Sevryll" the counselor stated matter of factly.  I have some things to take care of.  I'm meeting up with J'dan Marley and we have some exciting things to work on together.  I'm going to be developing some holo-therapy techniques to use on long range deep space missions."

The counselor bent forward in his chair and touched Sevryll's shoulder. He felt a strong bond to her—she was like a daughter to him.

"I am thankful for your help during this difficult time.  I just wanted you to know that you can call me anytime.  I'm hopeful that we can work together professionally again.  I have come to see you as family.  I really enjoy spending time with you and your children Sevryll.

The Vulcan glanced at Margon—in her eyes was a glint of admiration. " You are important to us too Counselor, please stay in communications with us while you are at Starfleet." 

The sound of the door chime towed her back to the present—a guest had arrived. She set her stack of plates down and opened the door. Standing in the entry was Margon with M'rynn, N'vall and their dog Laika.  "Greetings Sevryll" said the counselor as the twins ran inside.   

The sun's rays glinted off the clinking champagne glasses.
"To us"
The young couple looked into each others eyes as they sipped the vintage liquid. A giggle came from behind them and they both turned round to see their little boys sitting on the picnic blanket playing with their toy ships.
"Joseph. Why did you buy them those ships?"
Joseph turned to Juliette; a smile came across his face.
"Watch this; it's my present for you"
Joseph bent down to the nearest of the boys.
"What is the name of this ship Daniel? Tell mummy."
Daniel held up the toy star ship and said in a quiet whisper,
"interproose"
Juliette burst out laughing and this caused Daniel to gleam with delight.
"There's more watch this. Telan. Can you tell mummy what your ship is called?"
Telan was not as shy as his brother and shouted.
"Tibersus"
Joseph looked at Juliette
"I think he meant Tiberius"
The couple laughed and Joseph turned to pick up the food pack. Suddenly a blast of phaser fire hit the ground by his hand. He looked up to see a small group of people firing randomly at the startled families.
"Quick get the kids move to the shuttle, I'll cover you"
Juliette did exactly what Joseph asked, both their Star Fleet training kicked in. Joe ran towards the attackers but suddenly another blast came from his left which knocked him over and he hit his head on the rocks.

"Arghhhhhhhhh" Joseph sat up in bed, beads of sweat dripping from his fore head.

"The same dream Joe?"  The voice came from the corner of the room.
Joseph looked over to the hidden figure.
"It's been a while, but yeah Doc, same dream"
The Doctor stood up from his chair and walked around the bed in the medical remembrance room.
"I saw on the monitor that you were restless, that's a good sign believe it or not".

Joe threw the sweat soaked covers off his body and climbed out of the bed. He looked at his hands, they were still, and this was a good sign. The dreams used to make his hands shake, but lately he would just sweat.
"I just wish I didn't sweat so much, my laundry bill is becoming ridiculous" He looked at the doctor who simply smiled at his wry remark. The doctor held out his file and pressed the smooth panel on the front, Josephs face came on the screen with his medical history and progress reports. He looked at his patient.
"Joe, you'll be leaving any time now. I feel it's right, the board feel  it's right and Star Fleet Command feel it's right but I want you to tell me ,right now,  if you feel it's right to leave"

Joseph walked to his sink and cupped his hands under the water sensor. The cold water dripped into his hands and he threw the contents onto his face. This was it. This was the decision he had been waiting for. A year he had been in the hospital, and at first he understood why but after three months he'd began to worry. Now the decisions of his senior officers and medical staff had all agreed that he was sane, that he was healed and that he was capable of carrying on his career. All he had to do now was for himself to agree and sign the report screen. He turned round drying his face and approached the Doctor.
"Give me the panel to sign Doc, I'm ready to go".
With that the Doctor handed the panel over to Joseph who signed it, pressed his thumb onto the I.D screen and a door previously hidden opened behind him.
"Good luck Joseph, be safe"
The Doctor took the medi panel off Joseph  shook his hand and left the room leaving the door open.

Korridan sat in his bed, eatting his plomeek soup.  His head still swathed with bandages. The headaches had lessened, and he had been told the scarring would be minimal and could be easily treated after healing.  Being vegetarian, be was delighted to be able to try the Vulcan menu firsthand.  Much better than at the replamat.  He was happy and calm, eatting and listening to Vulcan harp music.  He could hear Shyns frustrated footsteps coming down the hallway.  So much for his calm...

The door burst open, and Shyn came bustling into the room.  She distractedly greeted him, "hey."  As she hooked her PADD to the power outlet in the wall to recharge.  Then she scooted a chair beside his bed and plopped down into it.  "Lots of homework?" he asked her, while eying the recharging PADD.  "No," she wearily answered, "just playing games on it, there is nothing to do on this rock."  "There is if you know where to look," returning to his soup.  She watched him for awhile, "any news on when we can leave?"  After he finished his mouthful, "in a hurry are we?"  "Well," Shyn answered, "it's boring, and I just wanna..."  "Not running from anything are we?"  he asked, and then took another bite.  She looked at him apprehensively.  His soup finished, he wiped his mouth and pushed the traystand away from his bed.  "I believe someone would like to speak to you,"  he picked up a remote from his bed and pushed a button.  The monitor over his bed came to life, on the screen was Colonel Keryn, and he did not look happy.

"What the hell did you do woman?!?!"  He bellowed.  Shyn stammered, I...I..."  "One hour," He angrily stated, "You were there only one hour, and you managed to create a diplomatic incident."  "I...I..." Shyn continued to practice her vowels.  "An entire squad of shock troopers could not have done as much damage as you did," He glared at her, "what do you have to say for yourself?"  She managed a weak smile, "I am ... efficient?"  "YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?"  He yelled leaning closer to the camera.

"Bajor is in a precarious enough position with the Federation, without you going around and kicking sand in the face of its eldest and most loyal member."  She could practically feel the heat off of his breath in her face.  Even though he was 50 light years away, he was able to project his presence as well as his image into the room.  "I gave you diplomatic immunity to get Kor into treatment quickly," he sneered, "not to be used as a club,to beat some one you decide you don't like over the head with."  "He kept me waiting," she meekly offered.  "He keeps everyone waiting," he sighed, "it is expected, we all joke about it around here over drinks."  Shaking his head, "at least we used to..."  He leaned back in  his chair, ""thanks to you and Kira, he has been commited."  "What?"  She inquired.  He looked off screen, "When Kira laughed at him, when he called to complain about you, it sent him over the edge."  She just stood looking shocked. He looked back at her indignantly, "he has been sent deep into the desert, some Vulcan ritual to help him recenter himself, some colon-ear thing."  Shyn could not imagine the fat toad like Vulcan doing well in a desert, he sweat just walking from the building to the runabout.  She looked to Korridan for emotional support, he ignored her, instead focusing on his nails, as if pondering getting a manicure.

"The Vulcan Port Authority wants the runabout impounded and quarantined," rolling his eyes, "and you banned."  Her mouth hung open in shock.  First Quarks', and now an entire planet.  How do you top that?

"Kira and I are trying to keep this quiet and under the radar," he looked seriously worried, "but if this leaks out, Nerys and I are going to be in serious trouble."  He leaned towards the camera, "we didn't exactly get you that ship and status through proper channels."

"I am sorry,"  Shyn offered, "I never thought that..."  "NO YOU DIDN'T THINK," he growled, "THAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!"  "You are impulsive," glaring at her, "and obviously not in control of your species nature."  Shaking his head, "and if it meant that YOU were to become the only casualty of your actions, that would be one thing."  He paused for effect, "but life never works like that, fools always take others down with them."  He sighed, "If we were to do nothing, not only would you leave a wake of destruction behind you wherever you went."  Solemnly, "but every person who should befriend you, would suffer for your actions as well."

After letting his little speech sink in, he held up a document for the camera and her to see.  "As of now, you are no longer considered a recruit."  The document came down, to be replaced by Keryn's menacing face, "you are now on special assignment with the Bajoran government," a gleam in his eye, "you are the first inductee in our new 'mentor program'."  She starred at him like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming aircar.  He gave her a feral grin, "Congratulations."  The screen went black.

She stood starring at the blank screen, her face as blank as the monitor.  When she looked over at Korridan he was starring back, his face impassive, a perfect poker face.  She pointed to him.  He smiled. 

"Oh dear God."  She collapsed into her chair with a thud.

Peterson sat at his desk at Starfleet Academy, He had accepted a teaching position in Starfleet Medical teaching advanced surgical techniques to forth year students. He enjoyed his position, but constantly longed to be back on a starship.

Starfleet had offerred him Several Positions on ships but he refused them saying he would only return to space under the command of his former Captain, Nathan Quinn. So for Now, he took a position as a teacher as it allowed him to maintain his skills as a surgeon while learning new skills himself that he pass on to his students.

This last year had been one of much sorrow and pain, but much unexpected joy as well, It had been a month since his marriage to Myella his long lost sweetheart from his days in starfleet medical training to be a doctor. They had reluctantly gone in differrent directions then met again after his quarantine was up. The quick whirlwind romance was sudden but not unexpected as they both felt like kindred spirits who fate allowed to meet again. Except this time they vowed to never be parted in the same way again.

Myella was more adventurous and spontaneous then Peterson was, but was also a kind and caring compassionate soul like Peterson, so she brought him out of his shell. This was what attracted them both to each other, the compassion and caring that they showed others.

For the first time since the loss of his family, he felt whole, Myella made him feel complete, she was the missing piece in his life and his reason enjoying every moment of his life at the moment.

Petersons thoughts drifted back to his chance meeting with Myella at the Captains Chair, a local pub hangout just a few blocks from where he was living. They talked for hours and hours as he relayed the ordeal of his last three months in quarantine to her. She was horrified at the ordeal he had gone through and vowed to help him through his recovery to the point that they became inseparable. One date became two, then three until they both realized they loved each other.

Petersons thoughts drifted to the day he proposed to Myella., They sat on a beach overlooking San Francisco Bay and watched the sunset. He got down on one knee and proposed the old fashioned way. He remembered the tears they both cried as they embraced.

Peterson was jolted back to reality as his computer console Announced " You have an incoming Message from Myella Peterson."

Peterson stated, "On Screen" The image of his wife appeared she had long flowing red hair and went past her shoulders and contrasted nicely with her blue starfleet uniform. She was calling to inform him that she would be delayed for lunch by about 1/2 hr. He smiled and said

" Dont worry my dear, I will bring lunch to you", with that she smiled and blew him a kiss and said "till then my dear". Then the screen went blank.

With that Peterson got up from his chair and left to pick up lunch for himself and his wife.

Joint post by Sheppard and StarTrekFanatic5


Quinn sat behind his desk and looked up as David approached. He handed his padd to Quinn, "Thanks for letting me go over time just a little." David said appreciatively, "Some of these concepts seem so beyond me at times."

Quinn smiled and lookover the padd. "You'll get it eventually, Reese."

David had hopes Quinn was right. He began collecting his things, shoving them into his bag.

Quinn stood and walked over the David. "Your academy days are almost over, any ideas where you want to be posted?"

"No, I don't want to get my hopes up in case my request gets denied." David said as he placed his padd with Advance Physics labeled delicately on the front into his bag.

"You need any advice?" Quinn asked 

"If you don't mind I would be very...". David's comm screeched the noise of an annoying voice, "David I need your help, I've got myself into a little trouble." David was feeling very embarrassed about the interruption and hoped Quinn would understand, "Dylan now isn't really a good time." "It's important I'm in your room." Those words put David into a bit of a panic, "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." "Thanks Davs"

David felt bad about his brother. He was always causing trouble. This wasn't the first time he had done something like this. "Sorry about that, least he knows better then to do that during class."

Quinn smiled and gave him a friendly nod, "I understand Reese, see you tomorrow."

David slung the bag over his shoulder, "Bye and about the advice if we could save that for another time." Quinn nodded, "Thanks for everything." David said has he hurried out to fix whatever problem his brother had got himself stuffed into.

Quinn sat in his office at Starfleet Academy looking over padds occasionally making corrections. The sun was shining through the large window to his left, the warmth was very comforting. He leaned back in his chair and felt himself slowly drift away.

"Sir" someone yelled from behind him. "All escape pods and shuttle crafts have docked with the station. Everyone is accounted for." Suddenly an avalanche of noise and confusion enveloped Quinn. He looked around and there were people rushing around here and there. They were yelling out commands, children were crying, people were pushing their ways through the corridors. Quinn shook his head slightly and stood up on a table. "QUIET!!!!" Quinn yelled. Everyone stopped and stared at their Captain. "Listen, there are rooms assigned for everyone on this station, Please take care of your family and things then report to your department heads, they will assigned your task. This station needs a lot of work if we plan on staying here." Someone from the crowd of people yelled, "And how long is that going to be?" Quinn looked down at all the anguish faces looking back up at him. " I don't know, until a cure can be found." People started to mummer. Quinn raised his voice once more. "But we are still Starfleet officers and we will do our best with our situation. I want everyone to proceed in a calm and organized manner... dismissed." The mummer began once again but it was much more quieter and organized as everyone made there way down the corridors to an uncertain future.

Quinn woke with a panic as his tabletop computer started to beep. He pressed the button to the right and Admiral Decker's face appeared on screen. "I hope I'm not interrupting you Professor Quinn." Quinn smiled and shook his head, as Admiral Decker knew Nathan didn't like being addressed as Professor Quinn. "I was just correcting some of my students work. How can I hope you Sir?" A smile spread across the Admirals face. "We have a propositions for you... Captain."

K'arath scrambled up the rocky ledge, the loose shale giving way beneath his grip, his feet struggling for purchase. Sweat flowed freely down the ridges of his forehead and stung his eye's. The roar of the shelat behind him provided ample motivation. The Forge was proving to be as challenging as he had anticipated.....and he was suddenly overcome by a strong sense of nIb'poH, what humans called deja vu.

It had been just over one year ago this very day that he had been running a holodeck simulation of the Forge in hopes of visiting it on the ill fated initial journey to Vulcan. He laughed out loud at the irony....that was until he remembered that the shalat behind him would provide no quarter and there were no safety protocols here. This was real. He never once considered using his phaser against the magnificent creature. If the beast fell upon him, he would draw his mek'leth and fight with the honor such a battle would deserve. A battle for survival is what the crew of the Tiberius had encountered upon reaching Vulcan that day. He lost many of his engineering staff, many good friends had been sent to their species own Sto-vo-kor and he had mourned them. And the Tiberius, his first Chief Engineering stationing was no more. She had sacrificed her own existence to save the lives of those she carried, a most honorable way to die.

But the battle wasn't yet over. The three months on the station in quarantine had been trying times for the crew, for those that lost loved ones, for the First Officer, whose affliction he couldn't begin to understand, and for the Captain, a man of great batlh, honor, who stood amongst the ruins and held them all together. For him, the time on the station was a blur of crawling through conduits in an effort to make the station functional and to provide for the needs of the Tiberius crew. It had been a hard three months, but he always enjoyed the challenge. Long hours and kept him in relatively good physical condition, but he longed to stretch his legs and run through the wilderness, like he did as a child. Sometimes for the exercise, more often to escape the expectations of being born into the house of Kang, his grandfathers legacy a large gap to fill. Being smaller than most other Klingon's, flight became a preferential strategy over fight. And run he could, for days on end. Like the days he spent here.

The shelat still was determined to make an example of him for invading her territory. K'arath realized his options were limited. He may need to turn and fight. He had cleared the top of the embankment only to find a steeper climb he could not negotiate. He reached behind his back and withdrew the blade and spun around.

Once they had been cleared from quarantine, K'arath had approached Captain Quinn and made it known he would like to be considered for a Chief Engineering assignment on the Captains next command, whenever that may be. He had spent the last 9 months here on Vulcan, learning much of their engineering expertise which was a few hundred year more advanced than either Klingon or Starfleet technology. He even had occasion to visit Commander Sevryll and the ships counselor Margon who was staying with family. Like Klingon's, Vulcan's were not prone to idle chatter, and the visits and been appropriately brief and satisfying. He had grown rather found of her children as well, although while on the ship he had found them a nuisance.

The shelat had stopped at the top of the embankment and regarded him with cold eye's. K'arath stared back and crouched low in preparation for an attack which never came. The big cat bared her massive fangs, turned, and jumped back down to the ground. Perhaps by luck, K'arath had just wandered out of her territory, or perhaps she recognized a kindred spirit. A warrior alone in the vast emptiness. K'arath stood and replaced the mek'leth. He raised his head to the sky and cried out in honor of being alive this day.

The slender Andorian and human woman continued their steady climb up one of the lower peaks of the Mountains of Andoria.  Both were heavily clothed to fight off the bitter cold surrounding them.  The climb at this stage was not difficult as they were coming to a small plateau.  Even though it was the middle of summer the temperature was still very cold around the pair.  Just as he reached the flat clearing, the Andorian heard the sliding of rock behind him.  He quickly turned and reached his hand out to the woman behind him.  She grabbed his hand and he pulled herself up and close to him.  He breathed a quick sigh of relief even though they were both tethered to a strong guide rope.  The woman then put her arms around the Andorian and hugged him closely.

"You know, we could of just transported to the lodge."  The blond human woman said with a slight grin.

"Now, Marie.  Where's the fun and adventure in that?  Besides, transporting wouldn't have let me show off the beauty of Andoria to you."  The Andorian countered as his blue eyes sparkled in the cold air.

"It is amazingly beautiful.  Hard to believe this is just a moon."  Ensign Marie Barton said to the Andorian Ch'Fras Zremm.  As he held her in his arms, Zremm found himself not wanting to let go.  Ever since he had nearly lost Marie to the terrible virus that had killed so many of his shipmates aboard the Tiberius he had found it difficult to even let her out of his sight.

"Yes.  I've made this climb many times and the sight still takes my breath away, in more ways than the obvious."  Zremm said as he released his arms slightly and let Marie move around and take in the view from the plateau they were on.  About half a kilometer ahead he could see their destination.  A rustic lodge built into the mountains.  A favorite spot for visitors to stay while on Andoria.

"Have you thought anymore about Captain Hughes offer?"  Marie said as she wandered back next to Zremm.

"A little, I guess.  I'm not sure I would feel right about returning to the Sheppard after my time on the Tiberius.  It seems like a step backwards.  Don't misunderstand, it's a fine ship.  A little older, but I know the crew and Captain Hughes was a scientist before she started the command track so we understood each other.  And there's,....."  Zremm said but hesitated slightly.  Marie smiled and moved next to him again.

"Me.  You were about to say, me.  Look Zremm, I'm not a china doll.  I won't break in two if you take this assignment.  You don't have to look after me."  Marie said, with a slightly raised tone in her voice.

"But I like looking after you.  And at you, for that matter."  Zremm said with a smile and slight chuckle.  He reached up and brushed back some of Marie's blond hair that was being blown around due to wind.  He tucked it gently back into her parka's hood. 

"Well, I have to admit I've really gotten to like the color blue over this last year.  Who knew it came in so many different shades and textures."  Marie said as she pressed up next to Zremm and kissed him.  He pulled her close and gently kissed her forehead.  He stepped back a little and took her arm in his and started to walk away from the incline behind them

"Come on Marie.  Let's get to the lodge.  Believe it or not, it's going to get even colder out her very soon as night comes.  We can talk more about this later."  Zremm said as he led her forward along the marked path ahead of them.

"That's what you always say.  Have you spoken with Sevryll since we left Vulcan?  I know she's your friend.  Maybe she might have some news from the Captain."  Marie said trying to work back into the subject Zremm wasn't found of talking about.

"No, I haven't Marie.  She had a very difficult time of it.  Maybe more than anyone.  I guess I always thought Vulcan's were almost indestructible.  My people don't have the best history with them and have kind of always thought they were always so cool and logical.  There's even some who think that it's the Vulcan's that should of been living on an ice world like ours.  But of course, I've kind of always known better.  I think it's very hard for Sevryll to be seen when she loses her emotional control."  Zremm said as they quickened their pace.

"Yes, I sensed that too.  But you know her much better than I do.  You do know we can't 'hide out' on Andoria forever."  Marie said.

"Marie, I'm not hiding out.  We are both just taking an extended leave, like we told Starfleet.  Besides, I think we've earned it.  Now, let's get to the lodge.  Did I mention it has access to a geothermal vent which creates the most amazingly huge, indoor sauna chamber you have ever seen?"  Zremm said as he tugged on Marie's arm, pulling her gently along.

"I think once or twice.  You know another thing I didn't know about Andorian's is that they actually can blush.  Hehe!"  Marie said as she tossed a clump of snow at her companion.

"Oh, that's it.  You don't want to start a snowball fight with me young lady.  You're on my world now."  The Andorian said as he quickly tossed a tightly packed ball of snow and hit Marie on her side as she tried to escape.

"Come on, blue boy.  Race you to the sauna."  She said and took off quickly towards the lodge ahead.  Zremm laughed and chased after her.  Even though the last year had been hard, he had a feeling things were about to get a whole lot better.

Spring Farmer wiped the sweat from her eyes as she gazed out across the treetops. Starfleet Academy training had strengthened her so that climbing the Great Pyramid of Tikal was an easy feat, but the Guatemalan heat was quite a change from San Francisco's clammy comfort. Still, the trip was more than worth it. The view was amazing: seeing other pyramids lifting their massive tops out of the jungle was inspiring and the flora was exactly as her professor had intimated. New species were always proliferating. The che-mahoghany had proliferated in the last hundred years, nearly taking over the forest, with its sweet, cedar-like smell. She smiled, opening the gills below her jaw to fully experience the jungle.

A troop of howler monkeys were nearby: she could smell two males and five females. They were eating the zapote from the fragrant sapodilla trees. No wonder. The golden flesh of the zapote fruit was delicious. Mackie hoped there might be some available at lunch. Replicated food had its place, but was no substitute for the real thing. Thank God the Guatemalans seemed to feel the same way.

The smells reminded her somehow of the Trill homeworld, the first place she had ever visited offworld, outside of Eath. There was a strange mix of purity and complexity, almost musical.

She had particularly enjoyed the Hoobishan Baths, where she had befriended Ryla Drett, a Starfleet doctor. After introductions, Ryla had said, "Your species is fascinating, but I have one question."

Spring  self-consciously touched her cheek. "I know. I had my gills moved shortly after I arrived on Earth. It's purely cosmetic."

There was a whiff of honey and whiskey-scented laughter from the symbiant. "No, she wanted to ask why you move your mouth when you speak? Your species does not use that organ for communication."

Spring closed her mouth. "Habit, I guess. It made my classmates more comfortable if I looked and acted as close to human as I could."

Ryla leaned forward. "Starfleet officers have a difficulty not giving out advice to cadets. So allow me to tell you: diversity is one of the most important tenets of Starfleet. You are not doing your classmates any favors by keeping them ignorant of your differences." She softened the statement with a lopsided smile as they exited the baths. "Now, if you have time, I'd like to introduce you to an ancient earth delicacy."

"On Trill?"

"It's hard to find a replicator programmed with the recipe, even on Earth. Have you ever heard of... jellybeans?"
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Spring smiled. She took another deep breath and noted the musk of attraction coming off of the human male tourist who had joined her at the top of the Great Pyramid. I guess I'm not doing him any favors, either.  She pulled off the blond wig, exposing her bare scalp and opening her gills to their fullest. She turned and smiled. His musk abruptly changed to something like startlement. The attraction was clearly over. Well, maybe not everybody is ready for diversity.

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Sevryll inclined her head and gestured for the Counselor to enter, "It is good to see you again Margon, come in." She said. Though her face remained expressionless, her voice expressed happiness at seeing him again.

The dog brushed past him before he could step over the threshold, almost knocking him over. Sevryll scolded the holographic dog and called to the children to apprehend the beast before he broke anything else in her house.

"I apologize, Counselor."

"No problem" he smiled, "Pets will be pets!  It's good to see you Sevryll, you seem content."

Margon laid a hand on her shoulder and thanked her.  "I appreciate the invite to dinner Commander, I understand you have some things to talk to us about?"

The Bolian stepped in side and Sevryll stepped over to the replicator, "Root beer, with one teaspoon of vinegar, cold". She said and glanced over her shoulder at the smiling counselor. She removed the frosty mug from the niche and handed it to an eager Margon then continued setting the table. "Please, have a seat." She said.

"I have been offered a tenured position at ShiKahr Academy. I have decided to retire from Starfleet and accept the Academy's offer."

"Well, you are so matter of fact Sevryll" he said as he watched her face.  He didn't want to sound alarmed but was looking forward to serving with her in the future.  "Have you given up on Starfleet so quickly?  There is a lot more to discover out there my friend." 

He kept watching the Vulcan woman to gauge the emotional response, but she stayed stoic in her appearance. 

"I can't imagine you would be happy cooped up in a classroom.  You are an explorer.  How long do you plan on doing this?" he asked.

Sevryll placed the last eating utensils on the table as the children came back into the room. "I have..." she started to say but M'rynn interrupted, "excuse me." She uttered in a small voice. "I'm thirsty."

Sevryll ordered a glass of Hirat juice for the girl from the replicator. "Me too," said N'vall. With another request a second glass of juice appeared and the children were ushered into two chairs at the table to drink their beverages.

"I.." The door chimed again and Sevryll excused herself to answer it—Aria and Aeric had arrived with Beth in tow.

Aria quietly entered dressed in traditional vulcan robes as her father followed behind in similar dress. Cradled in a sling over Aeric's chest was Beth, his adopted half Vulcan daughter. She looked around the room with wide and curious eyes as the two adults gave a polite nod to those that had already gathered.

"Counselor ... Mother, it is pleasing to see you both again." Aria said in respectful tones showing little emotion until her gaze fell upon her younger siblings.  Her stoic face melted into a bright smile for the twins.

"Sevryll, children ... Are we late? Margon, how have you been?" Aeric asked as he closed the door and turned to offer the gathered his own smile. Out of respect for his adopted home, he attempted to reduce the amount of emotional displays he showed while in public, but that facade quickly vanished when he was in his home or Sevryll's.

Aeric had wanted to say more to the counselor, but never knew how to approach the subject. Aeric had experienced more than his share of loss. He knew first hand how the loss of a child felt, but he had gotten his daughter back. He didn't know how to express his understanding of Margon's loss without reminding the counselor that his own child had returned from death.

As Aria removed her hood, Aeric freed the dark haired toddler to slowly waddle towards the twins. Beth moved as fast as her stubby legs could carry her as Aeric smirked at her determination to walk on her own. He could already see a stubborn streak developing in her and couldn't tell which side of her family that it came from.

"Rory would have joined us, but she was attempting to finish her updates to the Aurora's tactical systems. She does send her apologies." Aria said as she followed her newest sibling in the direction of the twins.

"You are punctual as usual, daughter. I am disappointed that Rorry could not attend but I do understand. Would any of you care for a beverage?"

The chime sounded a third time and N'vall rushed to welcome the next guests. Sevryll's parents were standing in the entry—her mother Sareth bracing her recovering father's arm. He still could not speak due to the torture he endured on Romulus to extract information regarding Ambassador Spock whereabouts. Krell was frail and weak, yet his demeanor changed when Sevryll and the children were near by. Perhaps it was because they did not treat him like an invalid. Krell and Sareth shuffled into the home and were promptly seated at the table with the rest of the company.  Aria greeted her grandparents and sat beside her mother.

The conversation soon turned to quarantine and the Tiberius as Sevryll spooned a helping of Mashya onto her children's plates, and then her own. She passed the brown, minimalist ceramic dish to Aria as Aeric quietly moved over to the replicator and ordered drinks for himself and his daughters, "Margon, what have you been doing with yourself in these last few weeks? You really don't get out to Vulcan enough." Aeric said as she distributed the water to Aria and Beth.

"Oh, I have been plenty busy.  I've been on Earth working on a couple of projects.  I have been consulting with some other counselors and doctors on the use of Holo-therapy.  It's really rather fascinating.  I just need some practical applications now.  I'm working on being assigned to a new ship.  I'm not sure which one yet.  I was hoping to work with some of my former colleagues." He glanced at Sevryll hoping to make eye contact with her.  He wouldn't be working with her if she accepted the position at ShiKahr Academy.

Beth analyzed the spill proof cup as she considered if it was yet another toy or the drinking vessel that it was suposed to be. Deciding it was in fact a drinking vessel, the young child took a sip from of the cool water contained within.

It was quiet at the table, more quiet than Margon was used to.  As a Bolian it was always difficult to keep his mouth shut.  And of course sensing the awkwardness of silence, opened his once again.

"We have all been through a lot now haven't we?"  asked Margon.  "But we have much to be thankful for." He felt a sudden wave of emotion well up in him as he made that statement.  Being a Counselor is not always as easy as it looks.  It takes great effort to not be overwhelmed by all of the emotion that is dealt with on a daily basis.  Being in the company of so many Vulcans made this easier, but thinking back over the last many months, it had been quite a journey.

The twins glanced towards the Bolian seated across from them.  "I like you. You play pretty music." The little girl whispered with a shy smile. 

"Thanks" Margon said, "I like you too!"  He grinned and eyebrows were raised around the table.  How do you show a smile when you are Vulcan?  Arc and eyebrow, it works every time.  "The children and I spent a great deal of time exploring our inner thoughts through the use of my Martra," explained the Bolian Counselor.  "It is a musical instrument, which is in direct contact with sub conscious and conscious brain patterns.  It is expressed mathematically through musical notes and different timbres that the brain is feeling."  He paused for a moment, what was he saying?  It probably wasn't the right place to be discussing this particular therapy.  They simply stared.  Sevryll's mother looked at Margon.  "Fascinating" she stated flatly. "And what sort of music did my grandchildren create?" she asked cooly. 

Margon thought for a moment.  "Actually, they reacted similarly to many of the crew while being cooped up on a space station.  Their pieces were mostly forlorn in its composition, the music many of the crew created was therapeutic if not a crucial part of the healing process."

Margon looked at Sevryll, "So are you going to tell everyone about your new job?"

Sevryll glanced up from her vegetables to meet the Counselor's nervous expression. Her eyes cut to her friend and former crewmate Aeric and then back to the Counselor, "I have been offered a position as Dean of Archaeology at ShiKahr Academy. After what happened on Tiberius, I have decided to no longer pursue a career at Starfleet. Nathan has yet to receive another command and has moved on to teach at Starfleet Academy. I made my decision soon after my visit with him in San Francisco. I informed him of the proposition I had received and my rejection of the offer to serve as First Officer aboard Captain Jaosh's ship." She could see the disappointment welling up in Margon and it pained her to inform him of her decision. She was thankful that she had time that morning to play her violin and meditate, otherwise she may have embarrassed herself in front of her parents with an emotional reaction. "I should not be a command officer... I am a scientist and if I were to continue with Starfleet, I would only do so under Nathan Quinn's command. But he is happy where he is," she glanced to the children, the virus had almost taken their lives and thus had been the root of her decision to leave Starfleet. She just couldn't trust their safety to a less capable captain. "The children are safe and contented here."

"It's nice to hear that you will be staying on Vulcan," Aeric said. His own career path had placed him into heading up the operations of the Fleet Yard and it was good to know that Aria would still be able to be near both of her parent while she worked on the details of her medical certifications.

Aria smiled at the news. "I'm sure your decision has been well considered mother. Beth will also enjoy having her favorite playmates remaining within transporter range."

Aeric nodded. "There's that too. Beth will benefit from growing up in proximity of other children like her."

"Chief Grant," Aeric said as took a seat across from Rina in the mess hall of the Fleet Yard. Mess was one of the few times that she didn't appear covered in grease.  He was still dressed in his vulcan robes, having had to transport back to the yards in order to make his weekly briefing. "Why is there a ship still occupying Berth Five? I thought that she was all set to sail?"

"It's in my report sir," Rina said as she took a sip of her tea. She had allowed her brown hair to grow over the last year and the new length fit her slender face well. "It seems that there was some problem with her registry. The brass sent orders to us to delay the final painting until they can work out the issues with her name and registry number."

"We have another ship due in for refit in five days. If they don't have this settled by then, they might find themselves painting her by hand as they move her to her next port of call." Aeric said with a smile. "We're finally back on schedule and I'd rather not be the one telling the Captain of the Thunderchild that his refit will be delayed because of another vessel's paint job."

"Well, the good news is that our Intrepid projects are running ahead of schedule. Final review and instillation of the weapon systems will be completed within a week of finalizing the design. I'm hoping we can settle on a final weapon load out within the next few days and begin instillation of them." Rina said as she reviewed several documents on her PADD. "Did engineering sign off on the new brig designs yet?"

"I'm waiting on recommendations from K'Tan. He likes to be through, but he hasn't missed a deadline yet. He has another seventy-two hours to file his report." Aeric said as he glanced to his own PADD. "I just got an update from the engineering team in berth four. They are having problem with power management with the Katana Class we have there. There are some notes about the addition of the quantum reactors causing a load imbalance in the primary EPS conduits. Can you take your team and lend them a hand?"

"Of course commander," Rina said and smiled. When Aeric had taking over the running of the Fleet Yard, he had gathered many of his former department members to serve as roving assistance teams. If the designers and construction teams were having a problem, they were there to come in and figure out a working solution. While it created a larger than normal staff for the shipyard, Starfleet Command had authorized the staffing increases to get them back on schedule. "I'm pretty sure it's the same problem that we've been getting with the Intrepid Refits. I'm sure that we can have the problem solved without interrupting her projected completion date."

"Thank you Chief," Aeric said. "You're a lifesaver."

"Don't mention it Commander," Rina said as she finished her drink. "I am curious to know where we are headed from here?"

"From here?" Aeric asked.

"Starfleet isn't going to allow this place to keep a bloated staff once we finish up with those new builds. It was good of you to keep us together this long, but do you have any ideas on the postings that we're going to?"

"Going in we knew that this was a temporary assignment for us all." Aeric said. "The VSY will be getting a full time commander in the next few weeks as my tour ends. Starfleet has accepted the Aurora's spaceframe into production, but refuse to invest the resources needed to duplicate all of her other systems in a full production run. I understand their hesitation, but it's still good to see some of our work going into the field. I'm trying to decide if we should say on and see the first production order through to completion."

"How long do you have to decide if you want to return for another tour here?" Rina asked.

"Admiral Volm says the position is mine if I want it, but I need to make a decision in the next two to three weeks. That's all they can give me. They have other candidates that are very interested in furthering their careers by working on the construction of the next generation of the fleet. They have full commanders that are bucking this position Rina. I need to make sure that this is the path I want to take and I don't have that much time to decide."

"Many of the old crew are hoping that Captain Quinn gets a new ship. Shuttlebutt says that the problem with our unnamed Akira is that the brass is trying to decide if they are going to make her the new Tiberius." Rina said. "I don't buy into rumors, but I would explain the delays we are getting in something simple as deciding her designation."

"I don't want to argue with rumors, but I think the problem might be because this is a new Fleet Yard and there is just a lot of paperwork involved in getting all of the systems online." Aeric said. "It would be nice to see the Tiberius in the skies again, but I've heard that someone is the admiralty is pushing for one of the new Sovereigns coming out of Jupiter Station to become the new Tiberius."

"A Sovereign? That's a whole lot of ship sir." Rina said as she grinned in anticipation. "It wouldn't be the same as the Akira that we put together here. There's something special about crewing on a ship you help build, but I think I could grow to be comfortable with a Sovereign."

"I think you'd  be comfortable crewing any vessel that keeps you arms deep in grease." Aeric laughed. "Even if we get another Tiberius in the air, there is no assurances that we will get the call to crew her. Quinn and Peterson are back on Earth teaching. Sevryll is thinking about staying retired. I'm just going to focus on today and avoid the wishful thinking for just a little while longer."

"Fair enough, I'll be more than happy to daydream about us coming back together on another starship." Rina said with a smile that seem to reach her dark brown eyes.

"You do that Chief. I have a meeting scheduled with the Admiral. I'll see if I can find something out that will put a halt to these rumors." Aeric said as he rose. "Enjoy the rest of your meal Rina."

"Aye sir!"

She laid in bed, aching.  Thinking about the strange twist her life had taken. 

It had been a rough week, the exercising and sparring she liked.  But the studying, and meditating was agonizing.  Though nothing was as rough as the new diet.  No hunting, no fresh kill, not even raw meat.  Shyn was in her own personal purgatory.  But, as the days dragged on she began to actually wonder if she deserved it.  And she was beginning to see that indeed she might.  All of her other classmates had gotten postings, on ships, stations, and outposts.  It was coming close to 8 months since her graduation, and still no assignment.  She did have a reputation, not an official one of course.  But any good captain knows how to get the lowdown on a potential recruit.  She was difficult, and impulsive and prone to anger.  She could hardly blame them for not wanting her.

Sure, she had fought the new 'mentor program' at first, it was her nature to fight.  But it soon became clear that this was not entirely punishment.  It was meant to make her better.  There was nothing in Korridans eyes to indicate this was being done so he could watch her suffer.  Everytime she complained he would make another 'raw steel into a sword' analogy, he clearly saw this as 'forging' her into something better.  And there was that one day that really got her thinking...

"Who would you rather fight?"  Korridan asked her, "A Klingon, or a Vulcan?"  Shyn answered quickly, "A Vulcan."  Amused by her answer, "really, why?"  "They are vegetarians, pacifists, she retorted, "not trained warriors."  Korridan just shook his head and smiled.  "What?" she demanded, "you would choose differently?"  "Of course I would," he answered.

His hands across his chest, "A Klingon is easily provoked, a little taunting, pushing the right buttons, etc."  He smirks, "And all reason goes out the window, they rage and attack blindly."  Puzzled she asks, "I fail to see how an upset Klingon can ever be considered a good thing."  He raises an eyebrow, "I should think it would be obvious, a Klingon in a blind rage is not thinking, he does not plan his attacks, he resorts back to instincts, he has no regard for his own safety, or those of any others with him, or of his own finite resources."  "What good is training," he smiles, "if it vanishes after a couple of taunts?"  She dwelled on this.

"The Vulcan," he continues, "on the other hand, is calm."  Watching her absorb the information, "he analyzes his opponent, studying their fighting style, looking for any weaknesses, patiently waiting for just the right moment to attack."  "Now who do you think is the more dangerous?" He asks.  She shakes her head in acknowledgement, "I see your point."

"Both cultures came from a violent and bloody past," Korridan continues, "the Klingons choose to embrace their violent nature, reveling in it."  Tilting his head, "The Vulcan's went to the other extreme, attempting to divorce themselves completely from their nature, embracing logic instead."  "My choice for you, Korridan smiled, "is neither, but instead a third choice."

"I don't want you to either embrace, or divorce yourself of your nature,"  looking serious, "both are extreme."  "I see your species nature as 'anti matter', a source of great power,"he mused aloud, "but uncontrolled, dangerous to everyone."  "Right now, you are not in control of it," pointing at her, "it is in control of you." 

It took a few days, being as hard headed as she is, but she came to realize he was right.  She hated meditating at first, and her mind always seemed to want to wander.  But during her sparring sessions, she found that she gained greater and greater control.  He was finding it harder to provoke her into mistakes, or dropping her guard.

Upon researching she discovered just how bloody the Vulcan's history really was, they had nearly wiped themselves out.  And look where they are now, very impressive.  She saw them in a new light now, they both shared the same burden.  Shyn never would have believed that she and Vulcan's had anything in common.  But indeed they did, and if they could learn to control the raging beast inside them, then so could she.

Though in her case, she may let it out to go for a walk every  now and then.

Peterson waited in line, at the Captains Chair, to get his order, His lips smacked with anticipation at the deep fried fish and chips he and his wife were about to consume, it was his wife's favorite and he enjoyed it as well.

He paid for his order and walked down the crowded walkway to the bench outside his wife's office building and waited for her to arrive. It had turned into a lovely day the air was fresh with a hint of apple blossom and honeysuckle in the air.

Petersons thoughts drifted back to his first meeting with Myella, her long flowing red hair, fair complexion and slender build were only outdone by her inner beauty. Peterson considered himself lucky to have married such a kind and caring person. He remembered her walking into his fourth year class on Alien biology. She sat down beside him and introduced herself as Myella O'leary. Her strong Irish accent was quite apparent. Peterson laughed to himself quietly as he did not remember much about that class, but he never did forget Myella who was now his wife.

Their was a slight breeze blowing in the air and the suns rays danced off the waters of San Francisco Bay. Peterson's thoughts began to drift back to his crew mates who he missed dearly. Counsellor Margon was the first person he told about his engagement to Myella.

The expression on the counsellors face was priceless, The counsellor was drinking Rootbeer at the time, and at the hearing of the announcement, the Rootbeer shot out of  mouth and nose at the same time, like a cruise missile. Nevertheless, he was ecstatic at the prospect of Peterson getting married and welcomed the distraction from all the funerals and wakes the crew had attended for their fallen comrades.

Petersons thoughts drifted to the night that he had gone to Myella's parents house to ask her Parents for permission to marry their only Daughter. Darcy O'leary had been a Chief Engineer aboard the USS Apache, a nebula class cruiser, he has since been reassigned to a teaching position at the Daystrum Institute. Patti O'leary was a short plump women with a heart of gold. Peterson Remembered how she had welcomed him into the O'leary home with open arms.

Darcy O'leary was not quite as welcoming and eyed all potential boyfriends and husbands as oversexed predators who only wanted one thing from his little Princess. It took many years for Peterson to win Darcy O'Leary over, but in the end Darcy came to truly like Peterson.

Peterson remembered as he was greeted at the door by the tall image of Darcy at the door to his house smoking his pipe and and stroking his grey beard. He looked down at Peterson and said..

" Its good to see you lad, we read about your exploits awhile back, Your somekind of a hero, taking a phaser hit in the shoulder, or something like that and being awarded the Starfleet Purple Heart." Darcy continued, we kept the newspaper article they wrote about you and the U.S.S. Tiberius."

Peterson remembered being nervous, he had sweaty palms and the droplets of sweat that had began to form on his forehead were visible. He remembered asking Darcy for permission to marry his daughter and shocked by his father-in-laws response.

Darcy looked at Peterson and replied, " Casey we were wondering if you were daft or something, Patti and I were wondering when you were going to get around to ask Myella to Marry you. I thought I was going to have to beat you over the head wit a rock or something. Of course you have our blessings my boy, Myella is crazy about you, your all she talks about."

With those remarks, Casey remembered the knot in his stomach releasing and the colour returning to his face. It had been the most nervous he had ever been accept for his wedding of course.

Peterson was  startled back to reality by the voice of his wife as she called out to him

" Hi honey, sorry I am late" as she sat down beside him and gave him a big kiss, "Have you been waiting long dear."

Peterson replied, " No dear, I just got hear."  With that Myella replied  " you got my favorite, Fish and Chips from the Captains Chair"

Peterson smiled as they both began to eat the delicately fried fish that was crispy on the outside and nice and tender on the inside, the chips were just crispy enough as well, they both laughed as they wiped the grease off of each others lips and enjoyed the rest of their lunch together.

Doctor Ryla Drett squeezed through the opening and squirmed her way down the narrow tunnel. The Trill's headlamp illuminated the damp, limestone corridor as well as the back end of her guide Alejandro. She tried not to admire his well-formed posterior by keeping her eyes on the tread on his boots. "Yep", she thought as they crawled on their bellies through the passageway, "those are satisfactorily constructed, ground gripping treads he has there. Quality work. Superior in every way to replicated footwear... Must be handmade. Excellent choice for climbing into and out of Guatemalan caves. Yes sir-ree-Bob... those are nice boots."  Ryla smiled to herself when they came to the opening of a very large chamber, and she was able to examine something other than Alejandro's treads. The low light of their lamps scanned the interior of a monumental chamber that was reputed to be over two hundred meters long. They had entered the Tzul Tacca chamber—and she and her guide had just found a sixth entrance to the Candelaria Caves. "¡Ay Dios Mio!" he whispered excitedly. "You said it," replied Ryla as she gazed up at the stalactites suspended overhead. There was no real need to keep their voices down, but the trill did the same. The awe-inspiring beauty of the chamber demanded a sanctimonious reverence, and the two captivated cavers were all too willing to oblige. 

The environment of the cave system, was quite the contrast from the sterile corridors of the Vulcan Space Station that she left nine months before. As Ryla and Alejandro stepped lightly through the glorious subterranean hall, she couldn't help but think of the Tiberius and it's crew. She wondered where they all were. "Probably off on adventures of their own." She thought.

After the destruction of Tiberius, the crew had assembled at an abandoned station, to be held in quarantine until a cure could be found. The displaced personnel had taken it on the chin while aboard departed ship, but as the weeks stretched on, several grew frustrated and petulant. It was stressful enough being one of few individuals tasked with finding the cure, but adding irritability to illness and stacking that on top of the age old affliction of Cabin Fever, made the medical staff three times as stressed as they would ordinarily be. Captain Quinn was effective in quelling the grumbling, and for the most part it never went beyond simple complaints. Yet Ryla got to know the security personnel very well during that time, as they were frequently called upon to defuse touchy situations. There were always a few sour apples that could ruin your day in a hurry.

One sour apple in particular had taken her hostage. He demanded transport off the station and enough of the inhibitor to make it to his home world. Ensign Shreft proclaimed that the healers on his planet were more capable of curing him... but evidently, he still felt Ryla was skilled enough to keep him alive during the trip. She hadn't gone peaceably—there was quite a fight in the corridor where he cornered her. She may have been a petite, unassuming medical doctor, but she knew how to defend herself. Yet, despite her training, she failed to slow him down—he was crazed and ended up breaking her arm in the scuffle. The medical bay was a short jaunt from there but she made him drag her all the way.

Her friends in security ended the standoff several hours later. Ensign Dunn and Lieutenant's Tain, and K'tan were able to break in to the bay, disarm her captor and free the staff on duty at the time. Needless to say, the altercation slowed their progress in developing a cure, but it also damaged the equipment used in synthesizing the protein discovered in Ensign Starstriker's body. The crisis set them back a week.

Ryla stretched her right arm as the memory of the struggle with Shreft came back to her. Soon after he was apprehend, Counselor Margon diagnosed him as delusional ... a symptom that manifested back on Tiberius, as a result of the Lucas Virus. No one could rebuke him for something he had no control over, for even the first officer had irrational episodes during that time. The difference was that Commander Sevryll sought help early on. After her riotous outburst in the mess hall, she and Margon began meeting on a regular basis. Ensign Shreft was subsequently confined to quarters for the duration of quarantine. He was simply too far gone, to trust among the remaining crew.

Ryla was glad it was all over, and eager to begin her new position at the Starfleet's San Juan de Dios hospital in Guatemala City. Yet she missed the crew of Tiberius and the friendships she had formed there.

The tall, older man sat in a darkened corner booth in the seedy outpost bar.  He took a quick sip of something like beer from a fairly dirty glass in front of him.  He was perspiring slightly and he wasn't certain if it was from the warm air in the establishment or the nervousness he felt as he tapped the small Padd in front of him once more.  A small image appeared on the screen of himself speaking.

"I know it's been months Lydia since I was last able to get a message through to you.  Please understand for a time I wasn't sure I would get myself out of this one.  Maybe you were right when we last spoke and said that I should start to turn things over to younger hands.  But you know as well as I do that this wasn't the type of mission that I could do that with.  Just know that I love you and we will see each other soon.  Give Sam my love too.  With any luck I'll meet you on Vulcan before you know it.  Long life, my love."  And the recording ended.  The man tapped the Padd and keyed in his personal authorization code, tapping into the local comm network.  After, a moment he tapped the 'send' key and the message was on it's way.

During the next half hour the man tried to finish his drink and nibbled at the meager plate of food in front of him.  He had eaten many things in his years of travel but nothing that tasted both so sour and sweet at the same time.  When he decided he had enough he stood up and made his way to the bar.  There seemed to be a little disagreement going on, which he had been watching for a few minutes.

"I told you, warp away buddy.  I'm not interested."  The female Orion woman said to the large male pressed up next to her.  He stood well over 2 meters and was stocky.  He appeared to be a Tellarite, but his features were not as pronounced as most of that species.

"Come on, I know your species.  I've heard you know how to make any man happy."  The large person pressing up even closer to her said, breathing heavily on the Orion woman.

"Not all Orion women are slaves.  I make up my own mind about who I'm with.  And you're not on that list.  Now please leave me alone."  The green woman said as she tried to move away.  The older man reached the bar and tucked his Padd into the long coat he was wearing.

"Excuse me barkeep.  Could you tell me where docking berth 17 is at?  I've got to meet the charter I hired there."  The man said, trying to ignore the Tellarite and Orion woman.

"Sure old man.  Down the corridor, left and down one level.  Can't miss it."  The barkeep said.

"Thank you.  For your troubles."  The man said as he tossed a few credits to the barkeep.  As he moved away, he brushed up slightly against the Tellarite.

"Watch where your going Vulcan!"  The pig-like being said to him loudly.  The man could tell he was drunk and tried to move aside and headed away.  The Orion woman decided to get up and follow.

"Mind if I tag along mister?  Hey!!"  The woman yelled as the Tellarite grabbed her arm.

"We aren't done yet, honey."  He said as he pulled the woman back towards him.  She struggled and tried to break free but the Tellarite was much stronger and held her tight.  The man with the pointed ears turned around and moved up very close to the struggle.

"I think the lady said she wasn't interested.  I would suggest you let her go.  Now!"  The man said.  He was fairly tall himself, but still shorter and not nearly as massive as the large Tellarite.

"This isn't your affair, Vulcan.  Now, leave and go meet your ship."  He said with gruff reply.  Just then, the man started to laugh.  More loudly and longer than he had wanted to do.

"Oh, that felt good friend.  I can see the galaxy hasn't changed much since I've been away.  Now, I'm not used to having to repeat myself but I will ask you one more time, release the woman while your arm still works the way you like."  The laughing man with the pointed ears said with a strong air of command to it.

"You must be mad, Vulcan.  But I don't take orders from you.  Sit down sweetheart while I teach this old Vulcan who is in charge here."  The Tellarite said as he shoved the Orion woman back.  But as he turned back, the man reached out and grabbed the Tellarite's arm and swept it around behind his back while also stomping hard down on his upper hoof.  The man had learned a long time ago that Tellarite's had a very sensitive area there.  He snorted and screamed in pain as he was shoved up against the bar.  There was a quick 'pop' sound and within seconds the Tellarite was crumpled on the ground, howling in pain.

"Now, I only dislocated your arm.  Get some medical attention for that and your upper hoof and you will be fine.  Oh, and for the record.  I'm not a Vulcan."  The man said as he readjusted his coat and reached a hand out to the Orion woman.  She smiled and took his hand, following him out of the bar.

"I've never seen anyone, and no offense mister, move that fast at your age."  The Orion woman said.

"None taken.  And I might not be quite as old as you might think.  But please, call me Sirach."  The man with the pointed ears said with a slight mischievous grin.

The corridor was clean and smelt of fresh jasmine. Joseph walked along looking at the numbers on each door that he passed. He stopped at number 42. Looking down at the key card that Star Fleet had given him he turned it over in his fingers, apprehension came over him. This was to be his new home until someone sent him orders but did he really want to put this plastic yellow key card in the slim slot at the side of the door, he'd never really had a 'home' since he joined Star fleet, his quarters on his ship was where his life had been. Joe turned and began to walk away when a voice came from behind him.

"Hello"

Joseph turned to see a young Star Fleet officer, an ensign in her early twenties.

"Are you Joseph D'Callan?"

Joseph looked behind him for some reason and then looked back at the woman.

"Er yes, I'm sorry but how do you know who I..."

The woman interrupted him "I'm Ensign Caine. I was told to come and make sure you found your quarters okay. I see you have your card with you but you were walking in the wrong direction".
Joe walked towards her still turning the key card in his fingers.

"I gather you play poker sir"

"What makes you think that ensign?"

Caine walked towards him a smile came over her face. "You turn that card over your fingers as if they were poker chips. Typical officer play man ship sir."
She stopped the card in his fingers, their skin touched and she looked at him eyes fixed for just a second until Joseph backed away.

"Thank you Ensign that will be all"

Caine dropped her gaze, a little embarrassed, "sorry sir," she backed away with one step, turned and walked away down the corridor. Joe watched her go until she turned the corner; he dipped his head and walked in.
The first thing Joe saw was the huge window that dominated his quarters; slowly he walked to the glass and put his hands on the cold surface. He looked down and watched a turbo lift descend to the ground. The glass in front of him shimmered slightly and Joe looked up at his own reflection, his one eye began to burn.

It was a beautiful day as Quinn walked through the courtyards of Starfleet Academy. He enjoyed walking the campus, this place always felt like home to him since both his parents worked at the academy and he spent most of his childhood roaming the grounds. Just a short distance from campus was his sister's café. It was a local hangout for cadets and where Quinn was meeting Nic for lunch. 

Quinn entered the café, a very beautiful woman with long braided black hair and almond shaped hazel eyes walked over to him.  She leaned in for a kiss, Hey sweetie, your regular table?" Quinn returned the kiss, "Thanks sis, I'm meeting Nic for lunch." Jennifer gave him a quick smile and wink and returned to greeting another customer that just entered. Nathan looked around the room at all the young cadets excited about the upcoming graduation. There were only four days left in the semester.

Nic entered the café and quickly spotted Nathan. He smiled and walked over to the table. He bent down and planted a kiss on Nathan cheek. "I'm sorry I'm late," Nic said as he took the chair opposite of Nathan. Quinn smiled "That's okay I just got here myself." Nic looked across the table. "So what's this big news you were so excited to tell me", Quinn had a sheepish expression on his face, "Well I spoke with Admiral Decker today and he wants to meet with me at 1400 hours to discuss a proposition." Nic sat up straight, "Really, do you think they are going to offer you another command? I mean you've been out of commission for a year now." "I know but I have my job here at Starfleet Academy" Quinn said as he examined his glass of water. "Come on.. stop fooling yourself Nat.. you know you were born to command, it's in your blood." Nic said this a little louder then he had planned as cadets in the adjoining tables stopped eating and gave them a look. All Quinn had to do was give the cadets a quick raise of the eyebrow and they quickly went back to eating their lunch. "Yes I am looking forward to commanding a Starship one day, but when the time is right I'll be given another command."

Jennifer walked over to the table and gave Nic a kiss, "Hey sweetie, are you guys still coming to dinner tomorrow night?" Nic gave Nathan a look, "Yes we planned on it.. Nathan might even have some exciting news." Before Jennifer could ask what news, a blond petite woman came walking in to the café, spotted Nathan and walked over. A surprised looked came across Quinn's face. "Madison, what are you doing here?" "Well hello to you too Natty, my baby sister is graduating this week." She said as she hugged Jennifer a hello. Quinn realized that Nic was eyeing Madison. "Oh I'm sorry, Nic this is Madison... umm we use to date."  Quinn said quickly. "Date!!" Madison said out loud, "We were Academy sweethearts." Nic raised an eyebrow at Nathan. Who quickly looked at Jennifer for help. "It's been a while since we have chatted, why don't you come to the counter and we can catch up" Jennifer said as she grabbed Madison by the arm and began to pull her away from the table. Madison smiled and yelled back "It was nice meeting you Nic... Good luck with holding on to that one." And she laughed. Nathan turned several shades of red. A huge smile spread across Nic's face. "I knew of course you were in relationships before me but I never thought she would be your type" Quinn gave Nic a quizzical look, "Blond, I always thought you liked brunettes." Quinn and Nic both laughed as Jennifer gave Quinn a – You own me big time – kind of look as she nodded polity as Madison continued to talked and talked and talked.

The sun beemed down in the meadow.  Birds sang and the wind blew through the big lofty trees.  The horse pawed at the ground and bent down to munch on the green grass.  The banner blew back and forth and the smell of a campfire wifted through the air.

"I have found you!  Unhand her you fiend!" shouted the swordsman as he pointed his foil at the Bajoran man. 

"You will never take me alive!" said the Nemesis-  "She is mine, and that is all there is to it!"

The castle looked so regal in the backround as they stood just outside the wooded area to the North.

The tall slender swordsman began to duel with the Bajoran.  The swords clanged together methodically as it appeared difficult for the Bajoran man to keep his sword swinging.  CLANG!  SLICE!  The swordsman belted the man upside his armoured head.  "mmmmuuughhh" came the muffles sounds of pain.  He lifted his sword up and then just stood there.  His arms gave away and the sword came falling to the ground only to stick in standing straight up.

The girl with the silk cone shaped hat that had pink satin draped down her head yelled out "Help me brave sir!"

"Computer" he yelled, "Pause program" 

The princess he was guarding stood still and the breeze quit blowing.  The smoke in the air paused and just hung in front of the men.

"Hey, who stopped the program" shouted Margon as the hollo deck doors opened. "I was monitoring everything and then it just all stopped, just when it was getting corny!"  He smiled.

J'dan looked annoyed.  "The sword is too heavy, geez, my arm is killing me"

"That's because... because... you aren't holding it rrr.. rright." stammered the other swordsman.  He pulled off his helmet  to reveal sweat beaded up on his forhead. 

"Lt. Barkley" said Margon, "can we change the weight on this weapon?" 

"We can change it, but it won't have the same effect, I thought you wanted this to be real, reala, realistic" he managed to get out.

"Yes, I do, but it will be of no use in therapy if I have to have my patients visit the medical doctor after their visits!"
He smiled.

Reg shook his head and called out "Computer- Arch"  the arch appeared next to him as he pulled off his bulky leather glove.  Poking at the keypad he looked at J'dan-  "How's that" 

J'dan pickep up his sword in an Aurthertarian pull. It lunged upward as the weight shifted.  J'dan knocked him self in the chin.  "Ouch!"

Barkley winced.  "Sorry, Sorry!"

Margon rolled his eyes and laughed.  "You guys are a real kick to work with, Deanna said it would be a fun experience for me!" 

Reginald Barkley was a fine officer and a talented holo programer.  The man was so immersed in his work that Margon had marveled at his dedication and creativeness.  It had been a perfect fit for the Counselor.  He would recite a case to Barkley and then talk about what experiences it would take for people to deal with their fears or circumstances and Mr. Barkley would suggest different scenarios to program.  He had a knack for the art of escape.  He could make you believe you were really in the world that would help you. 

J'dan was along for the ride.  He was working part time at the Captains Chair tending bar, but during the day he had volunteered his services to the father of his late friend Brex. 

They had been working on many projects and were happy with the results.  The programs would soon be complete for the counslor's library.  He would use them as prototypes and hopefully with any success he could distribute them to other counselors in Starfleet.  Holo-therapy was surely going to catch on.  With the new enhancements to most of the deep space starships they were sure to help the crew mentally on their missions.  It was the counselor's experience that people made significant improvement when holo therapy was used.  He was bound and determined to prove that to Starfleet command.

"I need to get going boss" J'dan smiled as he took off his breastplate.  I'm almost up for my shift.  You guys work this knight in shining armour thing out, I'll try a stab at it tomorrow" he stopped. "No pun intended, man I've got a headache."

"Sorry, again" said Barkley.

"In the meantime J'dan, you should lift weights or something."  said Margon, he smiled. 

J'dan just looked at him with a smirk.  "Yeah, I'll do that."

David rushed down the hall towards his room. The doors opened when  they sensed his presents outside. David couldn't figure it out, "how did Dylan get in?" he thought. He didn't take notice of the mess that Ghee, his Andorian roommate had made in the communal area. He went passed through the little door that separated clean from mess. Dylan sat smugly on the bed.
"Dylan how did you get in?"
"Ghee let me in the front door, those locks are pretty much unpickable trust me I've tried, but the room doors are easy to get past."
David looked around the room a quick glance checking his things. He quickly noticed his Constitution Class Ship model was moved slightly. Caleb knew very well next to it should have sat his small Shuttle Model that came with the large.
"Dylan where's the shuttle?"
"I don't know nothing about your shuttle."
"Dylan, you put it in your bag." He said snatching the bag away from Dylan before he could stop him. Reaching inside he pulled it out he set it back up.
"How do you always know?"
"You're my little brother, I know you way too well. Doesn't really matter I want to know what you did?"
"Yeah, I need some help, I'm in a little trouble."
"Dylan I can't always rescue you when you get yourself into trouble."
"It's my roommate, he's got this rock collection. When one of them went missing he immediately accused me of stealing it."
"So did you?"
"Yeah course it was me, that's besides the point, I need to get it back to make it look like I didn't take it. Problem is I can't go back to the room cause if he's there I know he'll kill me."
"So you want me to go in your room and sneak it back into his collection?"
"Yes."
"No, I'm not getting involved, I have had it up to here with your trouble."
"What happened David, you used to always do these things for me?"
"That was before, I stopped when...it don't matter anymore. My plan is to live a productive life and you should start trying to do the same."
"David, just help me this one last time." Dylan gave David a look of complete distress trying his best to get sympathy, "Please"
"Fine, I'll do it, but this is the last time got that. Give me the rock."
Dylan pulled the rock out of his bag and handed it to David.
"Now get out of my room."
"Thanks Davs you're the best." He said just after he had left the clean room.
"Yeah, the best." David thought to himself how those words could change when this was all over.

"James to Chief Cane," Aeric said after he tapped his communications badge. He sat behind the glass topped desk of the office that had been assigned to him during his tenure as Commander of Fleet Yard Operations. It had been nine months since he agreed to accept the post and his office had begun to slowly transform into a home away from home. Holo-pictures of Aria and Beth sat on the desk while other images of them in their home on vulcan were displayed on once bare walls. There were half a dozen PADDs scattered about the surface of his desk. Each was either a report on the activities of the berths or the production reports of the main fabrication facility.

"Cane here," replied the gruff southern accent of one of fleet yard's many onsite engineers. Currently Cane found himself in a full environmental suit as he walked the surface of the unnamed Akira class as several dozen crew members, both on foot and in workbees, applied the final coating of paint. "How can I help you sir?"

"I've just ended my meeting with Admiral Carpenter and they have decided to finally assign the Akira a registry and name." Aeric said as he shuffled through the PADDs to pull up the notes that he had taken during the conversation. "They want us to have the final painting done within the week."

"Sir, we are almost done with the final coat." Cane relayed. "I'm sure that we can have the detail work done long before the deadline."

"Thank you chief." Aeric said as he pressed a few keys on his PADD. "I'm transmitting the new registry and name to you now."

"Wow." Cane said as the new information displayed itself on the visor of his environmental suit. "I think that this is going to make a lot of people happy. How did you manage to get them to reinstate her so quickly?"

"It wasn't my doing. It seems that names carry weight and she created a legacy when she was sacrificed to save so many." Commander James said. While he was one of the people that wanted the name to live on, Aeric could only offer recommendations. He couldn't use his position for what might have appeared to be a personal agenda. "In fact, we have the Vulcan's to thank for this. They thought that it would be fitting that a ship that was sacrificed over Vulcan would be one of the first built in the new fleet yards."

"We'll treat her like the lady she is sir," Jacob Cane said as he began to move towards the airlock of the great ship. "We'll make sure that she's all dressed and has her makeup on before the ball starts."

"Thank you chief." Aeric said as he began to write new orders. With a name and registry approved, he needed to get the information to the support craft construction teams. It would be their task to mark each of the new shuttles destined for the ship with her name. "I've transmitted orders to the Auxiliary Craft teams to begin their final paintings."

"We will have everything under control." Cane said as the airlock cycled and allowed him entry into the ship. "I should have an update for you by the time of the staff briefing."

"Thank you chief. James out."

Aeric closed the channel and rose from his desk. From the port window, he had a spectacular view of the ship in question. He could only admire her lines as she floated in her construction berth. The beautiful red orb that was Vulcan hung behind her and only served to make her seem that much more radiant. Soon she would have a name again and return flying between the planets and across the infinite gulf of stars.

She would be better than she was before. The crew working on her gave her new tools and technologies that did not exist during her first life. The very systems that were a key to causing her last flight had been updated and improved so that it would not happen again. She was outfitted with better shields and sensors than her previous design. She would be a home again and she deserved to be.

Her return would not bring back the lives of those who died on her before, but she would be given the opportunity to save more lives. She would be given the chance to return to the line and defend the weak. She was being given the chance to add her own adventures to the legacy of the ship that had gone before her. Aeric smiled softly as he leaned his head against the cool window and watched her. Construction crews scurried over her pristine hull like tiny ants. The thick black unfilled outline of registry and name slowly carved itself into the rich gray paint of the hull.

Aeric placed his hand on the cool glass and whispered. "My new friend, my you always sail true with the wind forever behind your sails and a safe harbor to call home."

The staff struck her forearm, she grimaced and tried to channel the pain.  Use it to fuel her anger and quicken the change.  But the blows just continued, distracting her from changing into her War Form.  The blows were not crippling, but were centered upon nerve clusters, the flood of pain signals overloaded her brain.  She could not even maintain her balance, she fell to the ground ungracefully.  The blows ceased, they had made their point, no need to continue.  Shyn laid on the ground in agony, humiliated.

When the red haze lifted from her vision, she could see Korridan standing over her.  "What good are emotions like anger, passion, or vengeance," he chastised her, "If they force you into a 'Change' leaving you vulnerable?"  He shook his head, "Had this been a real battle, you would be dead."  He poked her with his staff, "are you listening?"

She growled and swatted his staff away.  He laughed, "was that a 'yes' or just a primitive response?"  She gave him a feral glare.  He leaned closer, "Hmmmm, I see some hint of intelligence in there."  He moved away so she could get up.

"Your first mistake," he began his lecture, "was giving in to your anger."  She struggled to get up, as he preached,"Your second mistake was to just stand there and try to block my blows."  He shook his head, "If you were trying to impress me with your high pain threshold you failed."  She was dusting herself off, trying hard not to look like she was in pain. 

He ignored her attempt to regain composure, "you must always do one of two things," he glared at her, "either avoid the strike, or deflect the energy of the strike away from you."  He stamped his staff on the ground, "Raising Shields and trading blows is for drunken bar brawls, and capitol ships."  Shyn looked properly mollified.

He continued, "Your species is used to dueling for dominance and position within your pack, or pride."  He shook his head, "Blustering, and trying to intimidate, is a waste of time and energy; and being the last one standing after trading blows is just plain stupid macho nonsense."  She gave him an irritated look, but she was listening.  "And why is it stupid?" he watched her warily, "what if it turns out you have more than one opponent?"  She perked up at that.  "If you are seriously damaged after fighting the first opponent," he explained, "how are you going to deal with the rest that come after you?"  Her tail thrashed from side to side as she digested the information.

He waited patiently, he had insulted her species fighting style, but his words held truth she had never considered before.  She grudgingly admitted, "You are right, there is no wisdom in allowing yourself to take damage you can avoid."  She rotated her joints trying to loosen them, "it will impede your ability to fight and defend yourself against any unforeseen foes."  But she would not look at him.

He lightly smiled, "And by redirecting the energy from an opponents attack," he paused for effect, "you can pull them off balance, and put them into a vulnerable position."  Shyn looked up, smiling, her sharp teeth showing, eager to learn.

"Let me show you some techniques," he bowed.  They sparred until the sun began to set, there were no lights in the ancient arena, the Vulcan's had not wished to marr the appearance of the relic. 

That evening Shyn sat in the darkness of her room meditating.  Her muscles and joints ached from their workout, but she was proud of what she had learned that day.  It had been painful letting go of the old ways, but she promise in her future for the first time in a long while. 

As he lay on the rock strewn mesa, K'Tan silently cursed the heat.  With a sigh, he slowly lowered his binoculars and used his free arm to wipe away the perspiration pouring down his face.  K'Tan couldn't decide which was worse; the rays of the vulcan sun beating mercilessly down on his back, or the waves of heat relentlessly emanating from the scorched ground on which he lay.  A stray rivulet of sweat found its way into his eye; his vision momentarily blurred from the sting.  Blinking rapidly, he cleared his eyes and once again raised the battered and dusty binoculars to his face.  Reacting to the minute flexing of the muscles of K'Tan's eyes, the binoculars quickly clicked into focus, zooming in on his target lying several kilometers away.  It was a small, primitive, dome-shaped structure; a humble building that appeared to be crudely constructed from native clay.  Both the hazy, wavering heat-shimmer rising from the sun scorched desert plain and the off-tan coloring of the structure conspired to hide it among the similarly colored sand dunes surrounding it. 

Today marked the fifth day of K'Tan's silent vigil; his incommunicado observation of the lone hut had become the focus of his existence ever since his contacts tipped him off that his quarry might be showing up there.  So far, however, his efforts were bearing no fruit; there was as yet no sigh of the elusive Sehlat.  Correction; not Sehlat, Dr. T'Priss.  k'Tan chuckled ruefully as he recalled how elated he and the others had felt once Lucas' conspirator had been tracked down.  Each of the survivors had been relieved that she would be brought to trial for her crimes.  Although it had been almost a year ago, he still remembered his own vicious joy as though it were only a day ago.  And worse, he keenly recalled the crushing despair and frustration he had felt when she had managed to escaped punishment for her crimes. 

So many dead!  Innocent men, women and children cut down by an invisible enemy, never understanding exactly what was happening as their minds and bodies were mercilessly devoured by Lucas and T'Priss' little pet project.  Curse the vulcans and their logic-driven, pacifist ideals!  Had T'Priss been subject to Klingon justice, she would have been killed immediately, not given the chance to escape while her fate was discussed in useless bureaucratic debate.  She had to pay.  Only then would her victims have a chance to rest in peace.

  K'Tan thought back on Lt. Stass, the brave security officer of the late Tiberius that he had only just gotten to know.  She had the heart of a warrior, he thought grimly.  Risking her life to save a little girl and her ailing father, only to succumb to the virus herself days after their arrival on the Vulcan space station.  If only she had held on for a few more days, he lamented.  Once acquired, the cure had been administered to the crew in time to save the little girls' father, but a day too late to help Tara Stass. 

A sudden movement near the distant hut snapped K'Tan back to the here and now.  Dialing up the magnification on his binoculars, he spied a lone ground transport speeding towards the isolated structure.  Twin plumes of dust were kicked up in the vehicle's wake as it came to a stop.  A lone, robed figure emerged and hastily made it's way inside. 

A comfortably familiar feral grin settled on K'Tans' face as he silently checked his gear: the type-II phaser rifle was strapped firmly to his back, it's matte-black finish precluding the risk of any telltale glare or reflection.  His Dak'Tagh was still firmly nestled in a well-oiled sheath on his right thigh.  And the length of fiber-steel binding cable lay in a tightly coiled loop at his waist. 

As the fiery sun continued it's stately march towards the horizon, K'Tan settled in to await nightfall.  This would end tonight.  Alive or dead, Lucas' widow would be brought in to face justice. A small, atavistic voice in K'Tan's mind silently hoped for the later...

Quinn walked down the corridors of Starfleet headquarters heading to Admiral Decker's office. He was nervous yet very excited. He didn't want to get his hopes up but he couldn't help but remember the last word the Admiral said in their conversation "Captain". Was that a hint of a possible command? He would find out in a few moments as he rung the bell and heard a familiar voice say "Come".

The door slid open and Admiral Decker stood and approached Quinn with an outstretched hand. Quinn grasped it in both of his hands and shook. "It's good to see you Nathan" Decker said has he gesture for Quinn to sit in the chair opposite his desk.

Quinn smiled "You too Sir," and sat down.  "Would you like anything to drink," Decker asked has he walked over to the replicator. "Water is fine," Quinn said quietly.

Decker brought over a glass of water and handed it to Quinn while he sat down a cup of tea on his desk and returned to his seat. "So" Admiral Decker started "The school year is coming to an end, I know this was just an temporary assignment, but have you decided what you would like to do next."

Quinn sat there for a moment thinking to himself, was this a test, the Admiral knew exactly what Quinn wanted to do next. Did he just want to hear Quinn say it?

Quinn took a sip of water, "Well, I enjoyed my time at the Academy but it's been a year since I lasted commanded a Starship, and I agreed with Starfleet when they asked me to take some time off but I think it's time for me to get back out there....Sir"

A smile broke across Decker's face. "Starfleet couldn't agree more, they have authorized me to offer you another command."

Quinn smiled broadly but had to hold in his excitement, this is what he has been wanting the past few months. Not only was he not sure if they would let him back on a ship but to command a ship as her Captain.

Decker stood and Quinn followed. "We have one very special ship picked out for you already, it's one of the new ships built at the Vulcan Fleet Yard... Congratulations." Decker put out his hand for Quinn to shake, Quinn grasped it firmly and shook. "Thank you Admiral, you don't realize what this means to me." Decker smiled " I believe I do, I wasn't always an Admiral you know." Quinn smiled and gave him a nod before turning and exiting the Admirals office.

David walked down the hall to his brother's room. He wasn't nervous because he had to sneak the rock back into the collection, but having to deal with Dylan's roommate. He was considering just telling him. He had hopes that the kid would be small and not a fighter. David was sure he could hold his own, but getting in a fight also included getting in trouble. That was something he really didn't want to deal with as close as he was to finishing his academy days with a clean record. He approached the door slowly. He knocked, but there was no noise from the other side. "Probably out looking Dylan" David thought. He used the code Dylan had given him and the door opened with ease. He stepped in and a quick glance of the room he went strait to using the directions Dylan had given him. He stood in front of the student's door. He knocked, but the only thing he heard was an echo. He looked at the rock then at the door, it would be easy to pick, but did he real want to have to that. Not just set free his brother from pain or punishment, but do something illegal. He made a quick decision and began pressing away at the door panel and it took only a second and the door opened. He slowly walked into the room. He saw the large collection of rocks. So many colors shines off their smooth surfaces. He wiped off the rock with a small white towel and set it on the floor underneath the table, which displayed the collection. He moved quickly back into the hallway. He walked away from the room down the hall as if nothing had happened and if everything went as planned nothing did happen.

The Trill shook the water out of her short, blond hair then wiped the sides of her face with the palm of her hands, clearing the mud and revealing her spots. During the hike from the cave to the transporter station, the jungle had quickly become a colossal mud puddle. A thunderhead split its purple underbelly and spilled its contents over the rain forest, making their trek back a precarious one. She had slipped more than once on the trail and coated herself with a thick brown layer of jungle muck that camouflaged her spots and stained her clothing. But Ryla Drett never let a little dirt ruin her day, and she wore a smile in spite of it all.

The doctor stepped onto the pad with her guide and activated the transporter. A moment later, a shimmering eddy of particles pooled to form the petite trill, mud in all, in the center of Guatemala City, Guatemala. The passerby's glanced at her curiously as she said good-by to Alejandro and strode toward the building where her apartment and a hot shower awaited her. Ryla wasted no time in scaling the three flights of stairs that led to her floor. She practically ran up them in order to avoid her chatty neighbor. It wasn't that she didn't like him; he was just difficult to get away from, as he always caught her at inconvenient times and had the propensity to yammer on until he was blue in the face. George was a talker, and he never seemed to take a breath in between his lengthy diatribes. Just as Ryla was certain she had escaped his notice, she ran into George at the top of the stairs. The short, stout young man carried a chubby brown Chiuaua under his right arm and wore a concerned look on his equally chubby face.

"There you are! I've been looking for you all day." Ryla forced a smile as the dark haired man shuffled quickly towards her door, to cut her off. "Pepe is sneezing, I think he's allergic to Mrs. Delgado's cat. You know how he loves felines, but the feeling is never mutual. Adagio is a volatile Persian and I think he may have gotten some of his dander on Pepe when he sprang on him from the window this morning. Pepe was frightened initially, but when he realized it was just Adagio he stopped barking and started sniffing." He lifted Pepe and pushed him towards Ryla so the trill could appreciate the dog's affliction. Her smile transitioned to a bewildered grimace. In the canine's bulging brown eyes was the hint of pure humiliation, as George turned the little thing back towards himself to touched noses with him. The dog released a whimper of quiet disgrace as his master began speaking baby talk to him, "that's when I think Pepe may have inhaled the dander...yes he did.... Yesss he diiid."  The dog sneezed, and George shifted the canine back under his arm once more.  "Anyway, he's been sneezing ever since and his eyes are all gookie... I saw a piece on the Federation News Network all about Canine allergies and how they can potentially be life-threatening.  As you know, Pepe is very hypersensitive... the first person I thought of who was qualified enough to cure him was you, Ryla. Certainly you have a antihistamine or something you could administer to him... he suffering."

The OBGYN patted Pepe on the head as she stepped toward her door. "George, I'm a people doctor... not a puppy doctor. Remember?   Pepe should see a veterinary specialist, not some low life who delivers babies." She added with a genuine smile.
"He'll be fine— just take him down to the veterinary clinic. They'll know exactly what to do."  The door to her apartment opened and George started to follow Ryla inside. The trill turned, and blocked him from entering by remaining just inside the doorway, "I'll talk to you later, OK?" Pepe sneezed again—his watering, saucer-sized brown eyes begged for rescue. "He looks like he could use a walk. Why don't you take him to chase the pigeons?" The little dog's ears perked up at the utterance of the word. "You see there? He likes pigeons!" The chiuaua's tail began to wag at the prospect of hounding flocks of birds in the park.

"Maybe you're right..." said the man as he lifted the dog to eye level.

"Good-bye Pepe," replied the Trill as she started to close the door.

"Hey, you're all muddy!" George finally realized, as the Trill closed the door.

"Good-bye George!" she said with a chuckle. As the mud-covered trill made her way to the shower, she paused at her cluttered desk in the small dining room—there was a message waiting for her on the terminal." Ryla stopped long enough to read the message while she removed her messy boots, one at a time and dropped them on the floor along with her socks.

A smile crossed her face,"well... will wonder's never cease?" She exclaimed as she completed the short communiqué and replied with one of her own.

"Long time no see Mackie. A cup of coffee sounds great, but this time you're buying!"

"Self-destruct in 10 seconds."

"Self-destruct in 5 seconds."
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Boom.  The Tiberius' hull blew apart with a force uparaleled.  Screaming into space and darkness, the Tiberius had protected the planet below known as Vulcan.

At that same moment, a young Bajoran named Rava Ronan jumped at the sound of banging on his door. Lately, he had enjoyed his position aboard a Galaxy-class starship known as the Trident. As the door opened, he turned and  saw Lieutenant Takahashi in the entry wearing an irritated expression.  "Explain why you have, once again, not shown for work Rava," said Romeo in an angry voice.  His southern accent revealed itself as he chastised Ronan for being absent to work and told him to report to the first officer immediately.

Andorian Commander Desma was in deep thought.  "Such a nice day aboard the Trident.  No problems, no war, no strange happenings.  I hope it stays like this for at least today."  That peace was soon disturbed by the chime of his badge.  "Commander, I'm sending Rava Ronan to you.  He'll explain why.  Takahashi out".  He's obviously upset about something thought the Andorian.  So much for peace.

The Andorian looked down at his padd and input Rava Ronan's name. Soon after,  it displayed the Bajoran's history.  "Nothing odd here, but Romeo quite frequently complains about the young man's flakiness.  I guess it's time to figure out what is going on." he said to himself.

The door chimed, "Enter!" said Desma.  Rava Ronan stepped into Ready Room—looking quite uncomfortable.  "I assume there is a reason for Lt. Takahashi's order to send you here Rava. I don't want to hear the reason.  Rava, I'll be blunt, your record is starting to paint an ugly picture of your future.  You're apparently late to work, absent-minded while at work, or you miss work completely. Laziness will not be tolerated here, Rava."

Rava Ronan wanted to reply to the statements, but stopped himself.  There is obviously something going on, but I think the counselor should figure out what that something is.

"You will report to Zak Kebron and you will be assessed whether you are fit for duty or not.  I do not want to hear anymore about this business Rava" stated Desma.

"Yes Sir!" and Rava turned around and walked out the Ready Room with a first officer shaking his head.

King

Korridan watched the young Phen'rell, she was quick and deadly, but undisciplined.  And easy to tease and distract...  "Haven't you wondered why after 6 months you haven't been posted?"  Asked Korridan.  Shyn grimaced, saying nothing; she knew he was trying to goad her.

They continued to circle each other, the hard baked clay beneath their feet.  Shyn with her claws out, Korridan twirling his staff in lazy figure eights.

"Good test scores don't make you smart," Korridan teased her, "it just means you are good at memorization."  Shyn's eyes started to change color.  "Your race is related to the Eeiauo aren't they?" he smiled.  Shyn growled but refused to answer, she knew that he was aware of the answer to that; he was trying to get her to lose control.  "The Eeiauo have photographic memories," he matter of factly said, "so you didn't even have to be good at memorization, you just had a genetic advantage."

Shyn lashed out, he batted her claw away with his staff.  And counterstruck her along the side of her head with his staff.  "Ooops," he joked, "I hope I didn't make you forget something."  Shyn rubbed her head, "Ouch, there go the piano lessons..."

They laughed and then settled back into fighting stances, circling once more, looking for openings.  "Real knowledge comes from the application of what you have learned," he smirked, "not vomiting up what you have heard or read onto a paper."  He watched her eyes, they were red now, but she did not fury.  She was doing much better.

She feigned a claw strike, drawing his staff out, throwing him off balance.  She pulled on the staff and foot swept him, dropping him to the floor of the arena, he rolled as he hit.  Her claw struck the clay where he had just been, she ducked knowing his staff would soon come, and it whistled over her head.  And then predicting his next movement dove to where he would need to step to keep his balance, it worked, it through him off.  She rolled as she hit the ground, scissoring his legs with her own, taking him down hard.  As she came up for her finishing blow, the end of his staff was waiting for her.  It stopped her in mid strike.

He laughed, "Well done, you never could have done that without a clear head."  She continued to stare at the end of his staff, stuck in front of her face.  "Oh sorry," it moved from her vision, to be replaced by an extended hand.  He helped her up, "Do you see now how a clear mind is better than one clouded by anger?"

She nodded, "Yes Master Splinter..."  He slapped her on her shoulder, "Go hit the shower, and then practice your meditation until I have dinner ready."

As she left the arena her fine hearing could hear him talking to someone, but could hear no answers.  And yet it was a clear and continuous conversation.  She shook her head, "crazy old man..."

=/\=

Approximately one Terran year after the destruction of the USS Tiberius.....

   The wailing howl shattered his dreams-sleep like a photon torpedo through an unshielded hull.  Startled awake, Ensign Taryn Rayna leaped up, shaking with fear and groped for his service phaser.  Through the fog of sleep, he tried to orient himself to his surroundings-a small cave, a stifling-hot orange haze, rust-colored stone, sandy soil, minimal lichen-like vegetation.  The howl sliced through his consciousness again. Closer, but not dangerously so, if his estimation was correct.  Perhaps half a kellicam, but hard to tell in the desert. Then, the light of realization dawned like the blazing orange sun, peering menacingly over the rim of the nearby ridge.  "Just a Sehlat, I suppose...probably out looking for breakfast," he mumbled to himself, unconvinced.  "Well, it's not going to be me," he thought, "the Sandfire storm's ended anyway, so it's time to cut this little 'Spiritual Retreat' short."

  Shouldering his pack, Ensign Rayna clambered up the ridge, trying to determine the howl's direction.  He had heard that Sehlats usually stayed close to the valley floors, and were mainly nocturnal, but he was taking no chances.   This was not just any desert on Vulcan.  This was the infamous area appropriately named 'The Forge', and many strange tales were born here.  He reached an ancient pathway leading to his shuttle's LZ, a kellicam away.  The path continued on across the Forge to the site of Mount Seleya, the most sacred mountain on Vulcan, where Surak formulated his philosophy of  logic in the 3rd century, and where rituals such as the Kahs-wan and Kolinahr often took place.

  Taryn reached the ridge top and stopped.  He scanned the area below, squinting in the harsh light, even through his sun-visor.  Half-Vulcan though he was, he was born without the "inner-eyelid" nictating membrane most others of Vulcan blood posessed as protection from the harsh environment.  Hearing, and more importantly, seeing nothing more, he turned and began the trek back to his shuttle.  After 3 1/2 months of quarantine looking down on Vulcan from a space station, He was glad to be walking his ancestral homelands once again.

   The howl again unnerved him, but the scream stopped him short.  "THAT'S no Sehlat!", he thought.  Looking around below, he spotted a Sehlat chasing a young Vulcan boy into a small rock-strewn grotto--a dead-end-- which the boy found out, but all too late.  apparently, the Sehlat had cornered his breakfast.  Rayna dashed down the slope, slipping and sliding and desperately waving his arms and shouting.

  He saw the boy attempt to climb a boulder one-armed, as he clutched a small bundle in the other.  He slipped and fell to the ground, gave up and began to throw stones at the Sehlat instead.  The Sehlat paced around for a moment, then charged.  Ensign Rayna reached the valley floor and sprinted the short distance to the grotto's entrance.  He fired as soon as he was within range. The animal disintegrated to reveal the boy lying on the ground, his copper-green blood steadily staining the rocky ground below him.  Rayna ripped off his tunic and tried to staunch the blood flow.  The boy clutched tightly to the bundle with both hands, whispering something Vulcanian.  Taryn knelt to him, knowing he could do nothing for the boy now, other than provide comfort for him.  Fighting back tears he spoke softly to him and gently touched his hand.  A wave of sound and pain, images and emotions  flooded his mind---"Could he be part Betazed?" thought Rayna---as the images of family, friends, the Sehlat and it's lair and cub, rituals, and finally the boys mother swept over him.  As the boy died, with his last strength, he pressed the bundle to Taryn's hands and breathed the word "Katra".  His face hot, Ensign Rayna blinked back waves of tears as he said farewell to the boy.  The bundle moved in his hands! 

He nearly dropped it in his astonishment.  It was a newborn Sehlat cub.  No, it was more...perhaps, it now held the boy's Katra.  And, if the dead Sehlat was indeed it's mother, it would need to be cared for.   Heading back to the shuttle after performing the boy's burial rites as best he could,  Rayna pondered the child's reasons for taking the cub, and why a child seemingly so young would be undertaking the Kahs-wan.
Bewildered, Taryn set a course for the Shikahr Academy.  He felt the need to confer with his father, who was on temporary teaching duty there, and seek some answers  to these dilemmas.  He still had to decide whether to return to Mars Station, Utopia Planitia(the 'Nowhere Plain')Fleet Yards and accept Starfleet's newest offer of re-assignment as a Medical Assistant to the construction crew there.  His father was pushing him to resign his Starfleet commision, accept the Bracchus Physical Sciences Scholarship, and remain on Vulcan to study viruses like those that had disabled the Tiberius.  Quarantine and an extended shore leave were now at an end, but he still found it hard to decide......
Starfleet or The Vulcan Science Academy would have to wait just a little bit longer.

=/\= 

Clad in russet robes, the vulcan stood before a hall of students. Her soft alto was amplified naturally by the astute design of the ancient lecture theater; yet one individual's tapered ears would not hear the new professor. The man did not care that the lecturer was qualified, or experienced. All that mattered was that she was the daughter of Krell—a key figure in the unification movement. There were also rumors that Master Sevryll lacked emotional discipline, and whispers that she had narrowly avoided being declared "vrekasht" or outcast. Her father worked with Ambassador Spock in his effort to return Vulcan to Presundering; the days before Surak—the time before logic became their collective mantra. "These separatists will be stopped, he muttered—reassuring himself. "Those who safeguard Vulcan, are growing in numbers. I am only one of many."

Shafts of light illuminated the man, then restored him to shadow as he tread past the immense windows surrounding the room. The hard soles of his boots clacked quietly, grinding grains of sand into the ancient stone floor, as he slowly circled his prey.  The robed man kept his dark eyes locked on the oblivious orator, as he skirted the parameter of the spherical theater in search for the optimum position with which to observe the woman's manner.

Modern Golic rolled effortlessly from her lips and reverberated in the vast space that surrounded them. The address that day was on the violent and destructive people who proceeded contemporary vulcans.  "Ages past, our people bore the wound of blowing sand and searing sun. The ground opened to devour us, the wind danced on our crops and leveled our cities. We wept for the pain and struggled for survival".

The man smirked inwardly at the irony her words. "Poignant." He thought as she continued to quote the ancients, "we fight for survival today as well, yet it is not the ground that has opened to eat us. It is the pestilence of Reunification that has infected our society, and threatens to consume Vulcan. Individuals like you, Sevryll, who water down our culture and erase our progress."

He watched as the students lapped up her poison like children swilling Harat juice. "These sons and daughters of Vulcan are our future... and here, in these halls, illogical renegades peddle lies laced with traces of truth. I see beyond the façade and past the words of ancient wisdom. The question is, how will I reveal this fraud to the naive?"

He sheathed himself in the shadows, nearest the exits, and observed— studying her for signs of emotion and listened for mistakes in her lecture or radical statements that could be use as evidence to denigrate her, before his fellow academy masters and administrators."

In her peripheral vision, Sevryll noticed a silhouette monitoring her from the shadows. She had watched him slither closer, and despite his attempt to mask his presence, she recognized him. They were once bondmates, but it was never to be. Saapsigo's parents did not approve of her own father's choice in friends, or his espousal of Spock's cause. A few years before the bonding, they rejected Sevryll. Saapsigo's family ceased all communications and found another bondmate for their son. Sevryll had not been as fortunate.


She dismissed her class and waited for Saapsigo to approach her. "Welcome, Sevryll. I trust your first day went well?" an even voice uttered from the security of the shadows.

She folded her hands before her and inclined her head. "Yes." She replied.

He stepped into the light, revealing his features, and lifted both brows before continuing, "Why are you not commanding your Starship khartausu?" He annunciated the latter word sardonically, which loosely translated in Federation Standard to, 'commander'.

Sevryll turned her eye from him ruefully, and began gathering her things to leave. "Change is the essential process of all existence." She said softly.

He watched her a moment as she organized her desk, "I do not mean to offend." The man said. Yet she knew it to be a half-truth as soon as the words met her ears.

Sevryll arced a single eyebrow and lifted her gaze. "Why are you here?" she asked.

"I am an academy master as well. I came to welcome you, nothing more." Replied the Vulcan, feigning insult. "May I walk you to your next lecture?"

"I am retiring for the day, thank you. It was agreeable to see you," She said as she courteously nodded and turned to go, leaving Saapsigo alone to plot.

Joint Post by Jen and Just X

The sparkling glow of the transporter faded as the young half Vulcan materialized on the rocky red orb. Aria took a deep breath of the arid Vulcan air as she headed towards the medium size red sandstone building where her younger sibling attended school. After accepting a request to do a medical consultation for a very ill bajoran, she wanted to spend a little of her free time with the twins.

Aria's eyebrow arched as her enhanced hearing caused her to overhear a cold and emotionless voice lecturing M'rynn and N'vall. Aria increased her pace and smiled at the children as she approached.

"Laughing has no place here," one of the vulcan women suggested as she looked down on Aria's siblings. "It is a disconcerting that your mother has purposely neglected your training."

"Excuse me," Aria said stiffly as she shoved the woman out of her path. "You are NOT their teacher, and I fail to see the logic in your attempts to educate my brother and sister."

"I have concerns that your ... siblings'... emotional display will hamper the development of my own child," the woman said as she turned her disdain to Aria.

"I have concerns that you are an overbearing degenerate who has no place conceiving children in the first place. But note, I have not attempted to involve myself in how poorly you are raising your own child," Aria said as the emotion drain from her face. "It would benefit you greatly if you followed my example. And if you ...EVER ... lecture my family in the future, you will not be dealing with defenseless children, you will be dealing with me."

The vulcan woman did not know what to make of the comment or the haughty girl before her. Her assessment was that the children were yet another dilution of the proud vulcan blood, and this girl seemed ... pleased ... with that fact. She required clarification of the young woman's statement, "Are you attempting to threaten me, child?"

"Just advising you that these children, and their emotions, are a direct representation of infinite diversity in infinite combinations. It is illogical for you to attempt to suggest that they be identical to the full Vulcan children here." Aria said as she gathered up the twins and began to move them away from the woman. She could have let it go there, but sometimes she was too protective of her family for her own good. As they drew further away, Aria glanced back at the woman. She glanced specifically at the communicator on the woman's slender hip.

Opening her mind, Aria reached out the small device and commanded it to initiate a slight overload. It wouldn't be enough to truly harm the woman, but it wouldn't be a pain free event. The woman was asking for it and Aria was happy to provide her with an equal amount of physical pain for the emotional variety she dealt the twins.

"How was school today?" Aria asked as the communication began the slow build of power to cause the overload.

The Captain's Chair was hands down, the best place for food and a pint anywhere in town.  It's dark wood exterior stood out against the modernized buildings around it.  The big Keg hanging above the doorway had the words "Make it so" scrolled across it.  Underneath that was the sign that read "The Captain's Chair"  a small captains wheel was to the right of the words.  Being so close to the waterfront the smell of the salt was in the air.

Walking into the pub for the first time caught people off guard.  It was old feeling, but modern in it's function.  The tables were all of a pirate feel and the booths had character.  Lanterns were on each table and a large sea bearing bar took up the right side of the establishment.  Nautical gadgets adorned the walls as well as holo screen in the center with the Starfleet news playing.  It seemed out of place, but many of the patrons were glued to the screen as they ate their dinner. Pictures of sailing ships hung on the walls as well and there were pictures of captains from every point in history including modern day starship captains.   

J'dan Marley stood behind the bar and tied his black apron behind his back.  His shift had just started and there were many customers to wait on.  A pub was a tad bit different than a regular bar, considering all the different types of draft beers and imports from around the galaxy.  He had to be up on his drinks as at this place they served all kinds!  He carried a data pad in the pocket of his apron just to make sure that he never got stumped.  Some of the folks that came to the pub asked for strange things, but in the last six months no one, human or otherwise had stumped him.

He punched a few things into the replicator and instantly empty frosty beer mugs materialized. J'dan pulled the lever to release the odorous liquid and set the drinks on the bar.  "Here you go" he said as he gave them a push.  The first drink sailed down the bar into the hands of a thirsty patron. The second missed it's target bounced off a bowl of pretzels and tipped over into the lap of a webbed hand Zaldan.  He winced and stood up from the bar.  The beer dripped from his pants and onto the floor as he became angry. 

"Why you Bullgalian Sludge Rat!" he sneered.

J'dan smirked and quickly extinguished his smile while literally running up to confront the angry man.  "Listen here you idiot! You should have put out those goofy looking hands and stopped it before it fell into your lap!" J'dan actually yelled this at the top of his lungs.  The other patrons all stared at the spectacle only to sigh with relief when the Zaldan lifted his head and let out a belly laugh. 

"hahaha! You are lucky Bajoran!  I am in a good mood today!"  he said.  "Give me something to clean this mess up with!"

J'dan shook his head and threw a towel at the man.  "Here you go! And you can have any drink in the house, on the house!" The man bent down and started cleaning up the liquid, J'dan did the same.  While on the floor wiping up the mess the Zaldan slipped a small metallic case out of his sleeve and pushed it toward J'dan.  He whispered... "give this to Brex- Golian's orders."  J'dan caught the small case in his towel, he quickly dropped it into his apron pocket and stood up.  His heart beat hard in his chest. 

"Oh great" he murmured.  In his head he started to panic. 

A voice from behind the bar jarred him back to reality.  "Hey, J'dan, two orders of fish and chips and two pints of number 37!" the cook barked out.

Being in quarentine was hard.

Knowing that your freedom was limited was like being in jail.

Margon had been working with Sevryll's twins for a few hours creating music.  He had two more sessions this afternoon with a Lt. and and ensign that were struggling with the death of a co-worker.  It would be a long day.

The chime at the door sounded.

"Come" said the counselor.

"Sir," a young man said,"Captain Quinn wants you to take a look at this.  It was recovered in the data transfers from the Tiberius.  He said it had your name flagged on it."

"Thank you ensign" Margon said as he took the computer chip.  It was a standard data chip.  He sat it next to his computer console and then reluctantly placed it in the slot.

The words "Final log entry from Ensign Isaac Starstriker" came up on the screen.

Margon sighed.  He had read many of these type of entries in the last week.  It had only been a few days since they had all wound up on the abandoned Science Station.

He put in his password and the video log entry followed.

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The scene was one of moroseness.  In a small room stood a young male with two creatures sitting on his shoulders.  At his feet was a rectangular flashing device.  It was called a tricorder.  It was open with a display flashing some unknown message.  The young man standing had his eyes and mouth open in shock and disbelief.  It was as though his life was passing before his eyes.  He fell to the floor with tears flowing from his eyes.  It was not the pain of hitting the floor, but something far worse.   "How...why...who" was all he said as tears continued to flow from his eyes.  Isaac Starstriker was seeing death and he knew it.

"There must be a mistake.  THERE MUST BE!!" he yelled as he slammed his fists into the carpet.  But looking at the tricorder, he knew it could not lie.  There on the display was a count of the virus and it was highly concentrated in his body.  Then without warning pain racked his body and his mind felt like a fire burning inside it.  It was as if a dam had burst and was pouring into him.  He cried out in pain and misery as his sugar gliders flew off his shoulder.  His body began to shake uncontrollably as the effects of the virus began to destroy his mind and body.  "This, can't be how I end!  I cannot die!!  I have too much left to do!!  PLEASE, DON'T TAKE ME NOW!!! PLEASE, GIVE ME ONE LAST CHANCE!" Isaac cried out as he curled into a ball.  Tears streamed down his face as he felt his body die.

But then, the pain stopped.  He felt a clarity of mind that had been lost for what seemed like forever.  It was as though a shield had been cast around his consciousness.  He knew the pain was still there, but it was as though observing it from afar.  It was then something happened.

He looked around and all he could see was Sickbay.  But it was empty.  Then a door opened and he saw himself enter with Dr. Lucas.  Then the scene changed to when they were getting their medals for Valor.  As he saw himself drinking, the scene changed to the Mess Hall.  It was there he saw himself fall onto a table.  It changed again to the sickbay and Sevryll standing over him about to perform the mind-meld.  After that came the scene where he read the mind's of people on the ship.

All of the sudden, it became clear to him.  "I'm, I am the carrier, the starter, I started this mess, I am the one who started this plague.  I am responsible.  My foolishness." He pounded the ground in rage and sadness with tears falling from his eyes.  "HE DID THIS TO ME.  HE GAVE ME THE VIRUS AND THEN I SPREAD IT.  HOW DARE HE?!  DR. LUCAS, HOW COULD YOU???!!!" he yelled out in fury.

He collapsed to the ground panting with tears falling from his face.  Isaac forced himself to calm down.  'Yelling in rage accomplishes nothing.  Dr. Lucas died first because of his crimes.  He got what was deserved.'

Isaac sat down and closed his eyes.  His consciousness felt no pain but he knew that his body was being ravaged by the virus.  Whatever was keeping him from the pain, he appreciated it as it gave him a clear mind.  Then he realized, 'my body is giving me the chance.  Somehow, it found a way to stop the virus' damage to my mind.'  But he could feel his body dying, the anti-bodies were not going to allow him to survive.  He was going to die.

"The end is coming then, but not for them, for me."  said Isaac in a most watery voice.  "There is something I must do.  Computer, begin Visual Personal Log and save to memory reader" ordered Isaac.  The computer beeped in confirmation.  Isaac began to speak.

"Captain Quinn, I'm sorry for all that I've done.  My actions endangered the crew and the ship.  I'm afraid that I'm probably the worst ensign to have ever been under your command.  I wish I could make up for my actions.  Please, Captain, forgive me for what I've done."

Isaac winced as he started to feel the pain in his body.  He didn't have much longer.

"Commander Sevryll, I'm sorry for putting you through the mind-meld.  I'm afraid that it might have done you a lot of harm.  However, I am glad that I was able to meet your children.  I hope they survive this mess.  Please know, I didn't want to bring you or them any harm."

"Aeric James, I don't know what happened between the two of us, but you seemed to dislike me.  I hope that you can forgive me for what I've done before and now.  I wish you luck on your journey.  It looks interesting."

He winced again and he felt tears coming from his eyes.  'Why am I so sad.   Why am I in such a state?'

"Margon, you helped me in my time of need.  For that, I am forever grateful.  You don't know how much you helped me.  I was feeling lost and you got me back on the right path.  You're a true friend Margon.  My only friend I have had." Isaac smiled weakly.

"You have a light about you Margon.  You have the ability to give hope to those who need it.  Never waver from this ability you have.  I am, truly sorry about Brex.  I'm afraid that I was the cause of his death.  I hope you can forgive me Margon.  Please, do not let grief and sadness consume you.  I know you will be feeling a lot of pain.  Live on, for both Brex and I did what we had to do so that you would survive.  Do not let our sacrifice be in vain.  Live..."

"This is my final will and testament.  My Sugar Gliders are to be named by Margon.  In addition, Counselor Margon, you will receive any and all my things that I possess.  However, Margon, your to keep the Sugar Gliders until they imprint upon you or someone they meet.  You will know when they have found the right person.  They know I'm dying."

Isaac felt his body shutting down.  It was an odd feeling as though he was viewing it from another person's perspective.  He shut his eyes but he no longer felt the pain.  The reason he was crying was now clear to him.

"I'm so sorry for what I've done.  I unwittingly spread the virus amongst the ship.  When I scanned the ship to sense the mood of the crew, I passed on this virus.  I never wanted to hurt anyone and yet in the end, I'm responsible for the deaths of my crewmates and possibly the ship.  I'm...so...sorry."

Isaac closed his eyes again with tears streaming.  His body was shaking slightly from the virus and the crying.  The end was coming.

'I wish, I wish I didn't have to die.  I wish I could live on' he thought. "I have so much left to do, so much I could tell you."  "Why?!" he cried out in anguish.  "Why do I have to die?!  Why must I be taken so soon?!  Why must my race be tortured so??!!"

Clarity came to him and he saw the truth.  "Because we failed.  We were supposed to be guardians of justice and peace and in the end, we failed.  We failed the mandate that we had been given and we paid for it with our lives."

Looking back at the recorder, "You must not do what our race failed to do.  Do not let the Federation crumble.  Do not give up.  If you fail, then your race and all races will pay for your mistakes and end up like mine.  Do not become my race's folly.  Because of our failure, we paid for it with our extinction.  Please, do not let the same thing happen in this universe."

He began coughing and his body began to tremble and he knew that the end was upon him.

"Margon, I'm truly happy to call you friend.  Do not give into grief.  I go to a better place.  Please, be a friend to others like you were to me." he smiled.

"I am glad to have known you all and call you friends.  My last action is to ensure that this body has enough of the antibody needed to fight the virus.  I don't know if it will develop the cure, but it's a chance."

He sat on the floor and began to shake even more.  It felt like his body was coming apart.   "I'm glad to have known all of you, goodbye...my...friends..." His sugar gliders had gotten back onto his shoulders and seemed to comfort him.

He tilted his head towards the ceiling and in his final moments his eyes grew wide and seemed to shine.  "Oh......wow......its.....beautiful"

And then Isaac Starstriker closed his eyes and he seemed to be at peace as he died.

** END OF LOG **

The shiny computer console went dark to reveal the reflection of Counselor Margon with tears on his face.

"I forgive you Isaac."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"Rest in peace my friend Isaac, rest in peace."

As the warm night breeze ruffled his hair, K'Tan slowly made his way towards the isolated hut.   The breeze grew into a low, ghostly howl, peppering his skin with grit and sand particles.  Reaching towards his wrist-mounted communicator, the lieutenant typed in a quick message to his accomplice: I AM ABOUT TO ENTER DR. T'PRIS' HUT.  PREPARE FOR EXTRACTION IN ONE-HALF HOUR.

Holding his phaser close to his chest, K'Tan ducked down and quickly sprinted towards the rear of the hut, timing his run to coincide with the steadily growing windstorm whispering in the desert night.  After arriving at the hut, K'Tan flattened his back against the structure, savoring the cool feel of the adobe surface.   After a brief pause to catch his breath, he slowly edged his way towards the entrance of the hut, taking care to mask his footfalls as much as possible.  K'Tan knew that the pointy ears of the vulcans weren't just for show; their hearing was rumored to be almost supernaturally keen.  As he came to the sealed doorway, the Lieutenant took a deep breath, then whirled around, landing a solid kick to the center of the door.  The wooden panel snapped free of the door hinges with a satisfying CRACK, then fell inward to settle to the floor with a muted thoom.  Phaser held at the ready, K'Tan charged in, scanning to the left and right for a sign of the Vulcan scientist.  The light of his phaser-mounted light beacon revealed a clean but sparsely decorated room; there was a simple cot on the floor in one corner, and a small hearth containing an meager flame that gave off the scent of exotic spices.  A weathered, dusty duffel bag was the only other furnishing in the small hut. Of the doctor, there was no sign.  As he mentally backtracked in an attempt to pin down exactly when he could have lost track of his prey, K'Tan was startled by a sinewy arm reaching down through an open portal in the ceiling directly above him.  Before he could fully register what was happening, his phaser was plucked out of his grasp; seconds later, a booted foot shot through the portal, connecting with his jaw with a sickening crunch. His vision blurring, K'Tan could barely see the floor of the hut rushing up to welcome him in its cold embrace.  As his head connected with the floor with a solid clunk, his last thought was "I have to learn not to underestimate these vulcans..."

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An indeterminable time later, K'Tan awoke to find his arms bound behind him with his own restraining cable.  Standing before him was a tall, svelte vulcan woman with jet black hair and pale, almost blue-white eyes.  The hint of a cruel smile played across the woman's lips as she leveled her newly acquired phaser rifle at K'Tan.  "Well, if it isn't the acting security chief of the late Tiberius", she said.  "Your tenacity is rivaled only by your illogic.  Your crewmates have their cure, and my virus has been rendered useless.  What do you stand to gain by pursuing me?"

"Justice!" K'Tan spat.  "You have to pay for the damage you've done, for the lives that you've cost!"

The Doctor tilted her head and arched an eyebrow in confusion.  "Justice?  will punishing me bring back those who have died?  Will it bring back your Starship?  I think not."  The doctor calmly flicked a switch on the side of the phaser; with a high-pitched whine, the weapon powered up to its maximum setting.  "I commend you on your tracking abilities, lieutenant, but I must regretfully inform you that I can not allow you to leave this room alive.  I still have much to do, and I can ill afford you interfering with my work."

As he stared into the gaping maw of the phaser rifle, K'Tan repeatedly stabbed at the SOS key on his wristpad.  Now would be a good time, ensign Dunn, he thought feverishly...

They fell into the same familiar dance, circling, looking for an opening.  Watching each others posture, the positioning of their feet.  Shyn believed she saw an opening, she struck, her claws lashing out in complex circular patterns interlaced with quick strikes.  Each of them blocked or swatted aside by Korridans staff.

Shyn stepped back stunned, "How did you stop me so easily?"  Korridan spoke, his face impassive, "You have fallen into a trap many matrial artists fall into; you are practicing and rehearsing movements and then executing them."  "They eventually become second nature," he continued, "and then you find yourself fighting purely by muscle memory."  He nodded, "Some call it 'Zen' or to 'act without thought', it gives you incredible reaction times," he shakes his head, "but if you fight a master of the form, he can read you like a book."

Shyn spoke, "But the chances of me running into a master of, any form, is all but nil."  He smiled, "This is true, but I did this more importantly to teach you two important lessons."  He held up a finger, "One; Zen Fighting is great for one on one battle, in a arena or tournament."  He wagged the finger, "But it is a fatal mistake on a battlefield, a battlefield is a chaotic ever changing place, completely unpredictable."  His eyes became cold, "If you allow yourself to 'zone out', to fight the opponent you do see, you will not be able to prepare for the ones you do not see."

He was pleased to see she was focusing on his words, "To think too much is fatal, to not think at all is also fatal."  His eyes focus on her, "To allow your body to become a killing machine is fine, so long as your mind is an 'active' observer, always looking for new threats, and adapting to changes."

He held up another finger, "Two; FUBAR; remember that word," he smiled, "there is NO perfect battle plan."  He sighed, "No amount of planning , preparation or training, can prepare you for every contingency."  "No matter how smart your CO is, they simply cannot think of everything," he succumbed to the thousand yards stare, "it can and will go wrong, be ready for it, and adapt quickly."

He smiled, "And as long as I am on a roll, be careful of your tells."  Shyn asked, "My what?"  He led her from the arena, "That is what they are referred to in Poker; they are visual clues that your opponents unconsciously give off, that can allow you to predict their next move, or if they are bluffing."  Shyn nodded, taking it all in.

As they approached a tavern deep inside the Alien District, on their way home.  A group of drunken freighter jockeys could be seen lingering in the shadows outside, they had most likely been kicked out.  The largest one brazenly approached trying to draw their attention, as the others tried to flank them.

The big one leered at Shyn with lust filled eyes, "Here Kitty, kitty, kitty..."  He snorted at his joke and came closer, "I have a nice bag of Catni*"  He never got to finish his drunken pickup line, Shyns fist interupted him.  In a blur of motion it had shattered the bridge of the thugs nose, a fountain of blue blood sprayed from his sinuses as he toppled backwards from the impact.  He fell to the ground clutching his nose and howling. 

The leader of the other three stopped in mid stride, finding the end of Korridans staff in his face.  They were clearly not as sneaky as they had imagined.  Realizing even in their drunken stupor that they did not have the upper hand, they abandoned their plan and went to help their fallen comrade.

Shyn and Korridan went along their merry way, as if nothing had happened.

Shyn asked, "Did you see a tell that time?"

He smiled, "No, I did not."  They laughed.

Aeric rubbed his hands over his face before looking back at the various PADDs before him. Information that wasn't in front of his was being processed via his neural link to the facility's main computer. He had recently received data from the test of one of the two Intrepid refits that they would be able to support additional weapons thanks to the quantum reactors. The problem was that both spaceframes had already been completed and any new systems would have to be worked into existing equipment.

Work of the completed Akria was all but done. Crews were already adding the final coats to the paint job. Every time that Aeric looked out of his window to the ship, chills ran down his spine. Externally, she looked almost exactly as he had first seen her. The only change was the addition of the massive 'A' that rested at the end of very familiar call numbers.

The sleek Katana class vessel was well into production. She was one of the few newly designed vessels that would be coming out of the VFY. She was smaller than the Intrepids that were being worked on near her, but she was part of a very able design.

Commander James waited quietly for the others to arrive for the meeting. The large meeting room would soon be filled to capacity with designers, engineers, berth managers, and other minds that helped to keep the facility on track. Commanders K'tan and K'arath would be arriving as well to join in the conversation and discussions that made this facility unique.

Aeric was constantly on the lookout for new minds that would bring new ideas to the work that they did at the VFY. He had lobbied hard to keep some of those unique minds that had once served on the Tiberius to be some part of the creation of these new ships. Aeric had invited K'Tan to be a part of the weapons design team on the Intrepid project. K'arath had been invited to consult on the new Akira class that would be departing soon. K'arath was one of the few engineers that had been exposed to the working of the quantum reactors and with his insights, they were able to better update and redesign the systems in the Akira.

The Akira... no ... she had a name now. She was the Tiberius and some of those that served on the ship before her had been instrumental in making her better than the one that came before her. Operational reports had informed her that a new captain and crew would be soon transferred to her. Whoever they decided to crew her would know that she was built by people that loved her. Every ship coming out of the facility was being built with that same care and respect.

Systems and components were assembled by hand when time allowed. Replication systems were use to enhance the building process at the VFY, not to replace it. This required the construction crew to invest more time than counterparts on other spacedocks, but Aeric felt that the personal touches allowed them the ability to build a better ship. It allowed them to make each ship a unique masterpiece that wasn't just a prefabricated ship that only needed bodies to perform the wielding.

It was that same attention to detail that was applied to the newly built crafts in their berths. Any part that could be assembled by hand was assembled by hand. Dilithium crystals had been handpicked for each warp reactor based on the specific needs and power requirements of each vessel. While each ship would still be able to use and support the standard mass produce components that were the Federation standard, it was the little touches to each vessel that made them seem that much more special.

"James to communications," Aeric said as he depressed his badge.

"Ensign Walker here sir," came back a young male voice.

"Please contact all personnel that are scheduled to attend my briefing and inform them that it will begin shortly." Aeric said. "Also inform Commanders K'Tan and K'arath that transporter systems will be made available to them should they needed. I know that this meeting has been pushed up a few hours, but I would like to see that everyone invited makes it on time."

"Orders confirmed commander," Walker said. "We will begin contacting those scheduled to attend."

"Thank you James out."

Ensign Dunn sat in the personnel transport K'tan had managed to...procure from Vulcan Security. He shook his head and smiled. He may not have the ridges, but boy, he could really act like a Klingon if circumstances needed! Although not known for their emotions, that Vulcan yard officer looked very worried. It was a shame this thing didn't have air conditioning, clearly Vulcan's didn't mind the heat. Well, he did, as he sat waiting....waiting for K'tan to return from his observation post with an accomplice to mass murder or he got the call o come and help. He had already decided the later was less likely, although Vulcan's were VERY strong. He had learned that first hand in the sickbay of the Tiberius when he was summoned to help restrain an elderly Vulcan woman and had to stun her with a phaser. It seemed like a lifetime ago....
Life in quarantine had been a welcome respite from the last days of the Tiberius. Over the course of, what, 72 hours he had gone from new recruit to veteran in a trial by fire. He liked to think he responded well...well enough that K'tan asked him to stay here on Vulcan and bring Dr. Lucas accomplice to justice...or to visit that justice upon them.

Nathan and Nic walked down the tree lined street heading to Quinn's family house. The entire family was getting together for dinner a perfect opportunity for Nathan to tell them his big news. As they approached the front door Nic turned to Nathan, "How do you think your family going to take your news. I know your mother has loved you being near by the past year." Nathan smiled, " I know, I have enjoyed being close to my family but they should be happy for me, this is what I want." Nathan turned towards Nic, " I know you have put your career on hold for me." Nic started to interrupt, Nathan held his finger up to Nic's lips. "Let me finish, you have given up several promotions and good ships to stay here with me. It's time that we both get back into space." Just then the front door opened and Quinn's mother burst out with a loud cry of joy. Nathan quickly turned and walked up the stairs to embrace his mother. Nic followed and was enveloped into the hug. As they walked into the house Nathan noticed a familiar face, "AJ, when did you get back to Earth?" Nathan asked and he went to hug the older man.  AJ squeezed Nathan tightly "It's good to see you son, it's been far too long," AJ noticed Nic "And who might this be?" Nathan grabbed Nic's hand and pulled him near "AJ I would like you to meet my partner Nicolas Took, Nic this is my god father AJ Potter" Nic put his hand out to shake but AJ grabbed him and gave him a bear hug. "So this is the famous Nic that stole the heart of my Godson." AJ released Nic who staggered back to catch his breath.

Jennifer, her husband Daniel and their kids Melody and Jack along with Nathan's father Jerrad and Nathan's youngest sister Anena came walking around the corner. Everyone hugged and greeted each other then walked into the family room. Quinn's mother Anashta quickly returned to the kitchen to finish up dinner.

As they started to gather around the dining table Quinn stood "I have some big news I would like to share with you all." He took a deep breath and continued "I had a meeting with Admiral Decker yesterday and he informed me that Starfleet has assigned me another ship." There was a moment of silence before everyone cheered and raised their glasses in a toast. Nathan looked across the table at the one person he was concerned about the most, his mother. She was smiling at him but Nathan could see the sadness in her eyes. He reached out with his mind and connected with hers. {It's okay mother, I'll be all right} he thought while her response could be heard in his mind. {I know little one, I just got use to you being around, and I will just miss you.}

They were all asking questions about his new ship, what class, what was her name and about his crew. Quinn answered "I don't know the class or the name, Decker just said that they had something special picked out for me. I'll be heading to Vulcan in a few days to see her. As for my crew, I've been in contact with quite a few of my Tiberius crew. I would love to get the old gang back together again. We have been through a lot together and it would be an honor to serve with them again. Of course I'll need new recruits so I'll be going over new Starfleet officer records. I was told that I have to have this crew ready to go within two weeks." As Quinn finished Anashta grabbed a near by plate and started to pass it around, "We are very proud of you son, but if we don't start dinner the food will get cold."  Quinn smiled and reached for another plate holding large amounts of mash potatoes.

As he stared into the cavernous maw of the phaser rifle, K'Tan resolved that if he was going to die, it would at least be on his feet.  He would not dishonor the memory of his parents by doing any less.  His hands still tied behind his back, the Lieutenant awkwardly rose to his feet, eyes open wide and staring into the pale, soulless eyes of Dr. T'Priss.  K'Tan could feel a trickle of sweat running down the back of his neck as the doctor's finger tightened on the trigger.  There was an explosion of light and sound, and K'Tan found himself suddenly thrown forward towards the doctor.  He craned his neck to look back at the wall behind him, his look of confusion mirrored by the one worn by doctor T'Priss. 

The rear wall of the hut was gone, replaced by a smoking pile of red-hot rubble.  The curtain of smoke rising from the ruins was momentarily parted by an errant breeze, and K'Tan caught a glimpse of a small vulcan transport hovering a few meters back.  A wisp of smoke issued from the still-warm muzzle of the military-grade phaser  cannon mounted beneath the shuttle's cockpit. 

"Good shooting, Dunn!", K'Tan snarled, an elated grin forming on his face.  He whirled triumphantly on the vulcan scientist.  T'Priss wore a distant, pained expression, and her coloring had gone from a coppery, olive hue to a pale, sickly green.  There was a loud clatter as her phaser rifle fell to the floor, still tightly gripped by her now severed right arm.  After glancing coolly from the arm on the floor to the cauterized, smoking stump of her shoulder, the doctor's left eyebrow arched in suprise, and she slowly sank to her knees.  K'Tan hastily kicked the phaser away from the doctor's reach as the shuttle settled in for a landing.

Minutes later, K'Tan sat in the passenger's seat of the shuttle as it sped towards the vulcan city of Kir.  To his left, Dunn was wrapping up a conversation with the local constabulary.  "...We should be arriving with the prisoner within the next five to ten minutes.  Please have a medical team there... we ran into some problems disarming her." 

K'Tan stifled a chuckle as he glanced back at the comatose prisoner in the rear of the shuttle.  "Heh... 'disarming'... You have a gift for understatement, ensign.  As well as a propensity for showing up guns-a-blazing.  Maybe we ought to call you 'Quick-Gun-Dunn'."

The ensign glanced at K'Tan with a scowl.  "I'd rather we didn't, sir."  Dunn handed K'Tan a PADD.  "By the way, you have a message." 

As K'Tan read over the message, his smile grew.  "Looks like Lt. James is calling on some of the Tiberius' crew to consult on some Starship upgrades.  I'll leave you to escort our guest to the authorities, Dunn.  I'll be beaming up to the dockyards as soon as we set down."

"Bring weapons and shields online," Rory said to her companion as she brought the shuttlecraft into a corkscrew spin.Thanks to the maneuver, the enemy weapons fire managed missed them by a few meters on what should have been direct hits. The ship seemed to dance over the larger asteroids while the craft's deflectors pushed the smaller objects out of her path. The hum of the quantum reactor increased slightly as power was diverted to weapons and defenses.

"Weapons are online," replied the masculine voice of her companion. "Targeting ... what do you want me to target?"

Rory spun the smaller craft in a half circle, while maintaining her previous speed. This caused the craft continue along its same path, with only a slight decrease in momentum. She was flying the craft backwards, but that allowed Rory and her partner to see the pursuit craft through the window of their cockpit.

"It's larger than I imagined," Rory said as she looked at the almost beetle shaped design of the Jem'hadar attack craft. "I need you to give me space to go to warp."

"Their ship may be big, but our brains our bigger. I have an idea." Dennis said with a smirk as his sensors scanned the craft. "Targeting their forward weapons array and deflector controls."

Pulse phaser cannons rapidly discharged phaser fire as the microtorpedo launchers released multiple warheads at the point in the shields they had directed their phaser fire. Out of the half dozen warheads that were released in their first spread, two of the quantum warheads managed to bypass shields and strike the deflector controls of the craft.

"Opening in shield is closing, but we've managed to take their deflector offline." Dennis grinned triumphantly as he targeted the larger asteroid they had just passed, and squeezed off a series of short burst that would send untold numbers of micrometeoroids rushing towards the enemy's vessel. "With their shield still up, they won't be damaged, but when they follow us into warp, the debris will overwhelm there shields and tear through their hull."

"I'm impressed," said Rory as she maneuvered the craft. Her hands danced over the controls and plotted a course to take them into the heart of the Federation. "Course set and ready. Going to maximum warp as soon as we are clear of the debris field."

Less than ninety seconds had passed before the shuttle cleared the field and leapt into high warp. Rory turned in her chair to face her companion and smiled. "You're getting much better with those weapons."

"Thanks," Dennis said. "Your flying wasn't something that you can learn in textbooks either."

"Someone has to put the Corona class through their paces," Rory said with a smile.

"So did we get enough data?"

"We'll find out as soon as they review it," Rory said. "Computer end program."

The sleek new vessel vanished around the two humanoid holograms as they moved towards the newly revealed arch. They had been working for days to get all of the data that they could on the performance of the new long ranged runabouts. Rory had piloted the ship on atmospheric maneuvers that would have torn lesser ships to shreds. Dennis had been working to fine tune the placement and weapons load of the new class. Together they had been though over a thousand continuous hours of simulations and dozens of different missions.

"We've been at this for over a month." Dennis said as a yawn swallowed the latter half of his sentence. "I think I know what it feels like to be tired now. What about you?"

Rory shook her head. "We did in a little more than a month what our organic counterparts couldn't do without round the clock shift changes. I think we earned a little down time."

"Good," Dennis said. "When I agreed to help you with a mission, I thought we would be getting out in the universe, not being stuck on a holodeck. I need to get back to Vulcan soon, I miss the children."

"Aria said that she would look after them while Sevryll began her lectures."

"That doesn't make me miss them any less." Dennis grinned. "Are you coming?"

"Of course, I just need to file these reports with the design team."

"That was unusual" thought Joe as he sat in his quarters looking at the glass window. A small blemish had appeared, almost like a small rainbow. He rubbed his temple and tried to remember why his eye had started to burn. "Was it because of the flirtations of Ensign Caine, no, it couldn't be that's ridiculous. The last time I felt that pain was...." His thoughts cut off as his speaker monitor kicked in.

Joe walked to the monitor and sat down.
"On"
The screen blipped into life and Commander Potter sat there looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Good Afternoon Joe, nice to see you."
Joe leaned forward and looked into the screen
"Good god. AJ, G'day. How are you my old friend?"

"I'm very well thanks Joe, it's good to see you've recovered." Commander Potter sat back in his chair and crossed his fingers. "So, are you eager to get back to work?"

"Ah mate I can't stay here. This room, this place, It's not me. I haven't even unpacked."

Potter looked to his left, past Joe's head to see the photograph on the table.
"I see you unpacked something. I'm sorry so Joe. I know what it's like to loose a loved one, I've lost a few wives in my time, and I still think about them"

"I'm fine mate. Now what's going on? You didn't call me out of politeness, I know you too well".

Potter laughed and leaned back in his chair. "We may have a role for you, back in Security".

Joe leaned forward eager to know more "Come on AJ stop teasing me, you may be six hundred odd years old but I see you're still acting like a fifteen year old, what's the plan?"

Potter laughed heartily "Less of the old my friend. I'm only five hundred and something. I've just had a catch up with an old friend of mine, well godson actually. Damn good bloke, he's had a hard time over the past year so you two will have something in common". Potter noticed that Joe's head had dropped slightly. "Come on Joe chin up, this is a chance to start again. I don't mean forget, just start again.

Joe stood up and walked to the table with the photograph, he picked it up and walked back to the monitor and sat down.
"He's still out there AJ, I won't rest till I've found him"

Potter's smile flinched for a second "I never thought you would stop, but at the same time you have a career and a life to continue hmm."

Joe smiled, turned and put the photograph into the unpacked case behind him. "So when do I find out what's going on?"

Potter relaxed, and smiled again. "Well I heard you met my young Ensign that I assigned to make sure you found your quarters, she's a good girl but a bit naïve".
Joe glanced at the rainbow bubble in the glass "I'm afraid I was a bit rude to her mate. Please apologise to her when you see her".

Potter laughed, "Still got that Australian bluntness with women then ha ha. Look as I was saying my godson looks like he's going to be recruiting soon. I've given him your name and also the name of young Ensign Caine. I've faith in both of you and he knows that I wouldn't give him names of just anyone".

Joe sat back and took a deep breath. "Thanks AJ, you're a good friend. I owe you big time".

Potter looked straight at Joe "It's up to Nathan though Joe. All I have done is recommended you to him. It's up to him to decide his team. Anyway for the mean time do try and relax. I hear the cricket tour is here in two days time, Ensign Caine was meant to give you tickets for the game but she told me 'she forgot to give them to you"  Potter winked "Take care Joe and I'll see you for that drink you owe me".

Joe looked at the screen "Cricket? Hold on where are the tickets? and what dri......." The monitor had clicked off before Joe was able to finish. He leant back and thought " I could do with a good game of cricket."
   

J'dan finished his shift at the Captain's Chair, removed his data pad and a small silver case from his pocket and threw the soiled apron into the laundry replicator.  The sound of the re-processor hummed as he opened his locker and put on his coat.  He pulled out a small hand held device and inserted the chip that was enclosed in the case. 

A small buzzing noise interrupted him.  It was the wireless ear implant that indicated the need for a security code thumb print.  J'dan stepped out of the pub and made his way down the alley behind the establishment.  He slipped a small synthetic cap over his thumb and pressed it against the screen.

"Authorization Brex Beta Alpha 3" the computer spoke softly in J'dan's ear. 

The screen lit up and a code sprawled across it.  J'dan entered a few numbers and the code turned into writing.  It was Orion.

He glanced at the instructions and nervously entered some more numbers and letters.  If this was going to work then now was the time he would find out. 

Brex was a civilian, and his name was not reported the same as the rest of the crew when it came to notifying of the loss of life on the Tiberius.  In fact, J'dan had gone to some lengths to get Brex's name off of any list.  A friend, if you could call him that, who owed him a favor at Starfleet headquarters had conveniently forgotten to enter Brex's  death certificate into the system.

If the message came back to him, then all was well and the cover up at worked, if it did not, then J'dan would be a man who would be going into hiding.

Now all that was left to do was wait.  Of course there was the matter of trying to slip something in under the radar with Lt. Barkley and Margon too, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Under the blazing Vulcan sun they circled, Master and Pupil.  Sparring in the ancient clay soiled arena, they had become a regular attraction for the locals in the past week.  Shyn knew he was finding it hard to provoke her now; he had resorted to tossing toy mice at her.  She had simply laughed at him. 

Today Shyn had determined that she was going to be the one who threw someone off balance, "What is the matter, no nuggets of wisdom from the insane old man?"  He raised an eyebrow, "Insane?"  Shyn pressed, "You do talk to voices in your head, do you not?"  He smiled, "Perhaps I find them more entertaining and engaging than you, they are certainly more intelligent..." 

She watched his carefully balanced steps, not allowing her eyes to be diverted to the whirling staff, she had fallen for that trick too many times.  "Have you always been insane, or did it come from your advanced years?" she sneered.  He softly chuckled, "I believe I contracted it from your Mother."  She started, "What?"  WHOCK!!!  The staff struck home...

She awoke lying on the ground.  Korridan was resting on one of the stone benches, watching her, "I applaud your effort to try and turn the table."  He shook his head, "But I think you should simply try and ignore my comments rather than try and one up them..."  She rubbed her head, "Yeah, it kind of stole my concentration."  He smiled, "Now about those nuggets of wisdom..."  Shyn groaned, "Can't you just hit me again?"

He ignored her, "A wise man once said, keep your friends close, and our enemies closer."  She looked at him with a puzzled expression.  He explained further, "If they are close you can see what theyare up to..."  She nodded, understanding coming to her, "This is along the lines of that, 'know your enemy' thing you talked about."  He nodded, "This is also has to do with the way you treat those you perceive as a potential threat."  He looked at her, "You tend to treat confrontations with a kind of 'pack mentality'; as a battle for dominance, or for status within the pride or clan."  She nodded, she knew he was right.  "I always work from the position of," he smiled, "make allies not enemies." 

She frowned, "I am not so good at that, things were so simple on my world."  She sighed, "There was no word for deception in my tongue, you simply said what you meant."  She shook her head, "Out here on these other worlds, people do not say what they mean, it is so convoluted."

He nodded, "That is very true, I sympathize with your position Shyn," his expression softened, "People have motives and agendas which they hide, it is not a way of doing things that your people would tolerate, or understand."  Shyn added, "It is not honorable."

"What I am suggesting," he stressed, "is simply to allow them to THINK that you are not an adversary."  "And not by lying," he leaned towards her, "but by omission."  She seemed puzzled.  He explained further, "By not being viewed as an immediate threat, you are in a better position to counter his attacks or thwart his plans."

Shyn nodded, "So even if you are not really creating allies, you are allowing potential enemies to believe they are allies."  Korridan nodded, "Close enough, the complexities of verbal sparring are worse than physical sparring."  "But at least you have been introduced to a new line of thought," a faint smile arose, "something new to think about other than fighting and meditation." 

Shyn pondered aloud, "I think is IS a form of fighting, political fighting."  She added, "There is blocking, deflecting, and feigning."  Her eyes narrowed, "It is simply done with words instead of weapons."

He smiled, "Well put!"

Dr. Peterson kissed his wife goodbye, he paused for a moment to watch her enter the building in which she worked before he turned to head back to his office, his thoughts drifted back to when he saw the Tiberius explode into a million pieces of space dust and particles.

The memory of his time aboard the Tiberius was sketchy at best, as side effect from his exposure to the virus, he did not remember much of his time on the outpost as he would drift in and out of consciousness sometimes for days at a time.

However, Peterson did remember his crewmates and his thoughts drifted back and forth as he wondered what had happened to his friends, like Counselor Margon, and Commander Sevryll.

Peterson reached his office in no time, Starfleet Medical was mostly vacant as the cadets were either writing their final exams or studying for them.

All in all, Peterson was thankful for his position at Starfleet Medical, but missed his position on the Tiberius, and his friends, he could not explain it , although he was happy and content with his life, and his wife, he still longed to be in space and exploring the unknown..

Peterson looked at the picture of his wife that sat on his desk and then decided to send a communique to his friend, Margon as he knew that he would soon be coming back to earth and longed to catch up with his friend.

Peterson pressed the send button on his computer padd and then proceeded to tackle the large stack of papers that he still needed to grade.

Saapsigo strode into his home where two robed individuals awaited his arrival. The pair greeted him in the traditional way as Saapsigo gestured for them to sit.

"Do you have anything of use to me?" Asked Sevryll's former bondmate.

The Vulcan man sitting across from him motioned to the unknown woman. "T'vras has had dealings with Sevryll's children. She informed me that there was an altercation with a young woman who claimed to be M'rynn and N'vall's sister," said the man.

"Is this true?" inquired Saapsigo as he glanced to the woman who had argued with Aria earlier in the day.

"It is." She said flatly.

"How old is this young woman?" Prompted the academy master.

"No more than twenty." She replied.

Saapsigo arced a single brow and steepled his fingers, "and you are certain she is Sevryll's daughter?" he asked, as he sat back in his chair.

"Her children bare a resemblance to her, but are not wholly vulcan...The same can be said for the one who confronted me. Each of the children readily displays emotion as did the older girl. In fact, she threatened me."

"Indeed?" replied the inquisitor. "This is not the way of Surak." He said evenly. "Sevryll was married only five years ago... to a human no less. This older girl could not be a product of that union...yet another example of her irreverence. This girl could be the basis for Sevryll's dismissal from the Academy, and perhaps grounds for having her declared "vrekasht".


"Do you have anything else for me?" he asked his guests.

"Yes. I have spoken to another who was attacked in a fit of rage."

Inwardly Saapsigo's heart smiled...

Joint post by Just X, BryanCD, and Wraith1701

Aeric smiled as he looked to those that had gathered for the meeting. In the window behind him, the new painting Tiberius A could be seen in her berth and hovering in the darkness. Lt. Commander James had already dismissed the staff heads from the first part of the meeting and only himself, Grant, K'Tan, and K'arath remained.

As he prepared to speak, one of the still unnamed Intrepid refits could be seen returning to her docking berth after a better than successful shakedown cruise.

"Grant, thank you for remaining and gentlemen, thank you for coming." Aeric said as he took his seat. "Starfleet has requested that we finish the new Tiberius and at least one of the Intrepid refits by weeks end and I need your input to make sure that this is done."

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Aeric passed out PADDs containing information on the work ahead. "It seems that the care that we've been putting into these new ships have been paying off. They are operating above the acceptable specifications in almost areas. The new Tiberius would be able to run circles around her predecessor and it's my hope that we can apply the same standards to the Intrepid refits. I hope you can help me with that."

"The new shuttle bay that was added to the refit will almost double the support craft capacity." Rina said as she looked over the notes. "I'm just wondering where the extra power is going to go?"

"We've made astrometrics and even a temporal lab as part of the standard package with the new refits." Aeric replied. "Starfleet has even asked us to include a holographic's lab on them, but I think the ship is still missing something and the Tiberius could also use any extra ideas that you might have."

"So what do you need sir?" Rina asked.

"I need ideas on how to make use of the extra power and extra space we've got on the new ships. Since advanced to former systems have allowed us to gain additional space and we have some additional power from the new reactors, is there anything that you feel we can do to make these ships better?"

Rina considered that as she looked to K'Tan and K'arath. She assumed that they had been brought into the meeting to give suggestion that went beyond the tweaks and changes she had already suggested.

K'arath made a conscious effort to remove the stunned expression from his face. He had been aware of the Akira Class refit James had been overseeing and had been impressed by the new innovations. What he wasn't expecting was the name on the hull. He quickly composed himself.

"Weapons and emergency power systems. We had been working on enhancing phaser power when you first arrived aboard," he said looking over at Aeric, "as you may recall. Assuming a continuation of our mission, I think that should be a priority. Also, the extra power and space could be used to create an entirely separate emergency power system to provide impulse power and shields in the event the warp core is off line."

"Continuation of our mission? I wouldn't start to get my hopes up about getting a new ship just yet." Aeric said. "As far as Starfleet is concerned, the only mission that they have set is the completion of these ships so that their new captains can tour them two weeks from now. I'm recommending that we attempt to avoid assumptions because I don't want anyone let down if things turn out differently."

K'Tan smartly patted down his chest and shoulders, knocking loose some of the grit and dust that still clung to his tunic, and strode towards the trio.  As he addressed Aeric, a hint of wry amusement played across his features.  "Of course commander; we want to make sure that these ships are the best they can be for whichever crews Starfleet sees fit to place in them."

K'arth smiled as the dust scattered across the room. K'tan had the heart of a warrior having been raised Klingon. He wondered what he had gotten himself into to present in such a fashion.

K'Tan glanced at the towering Klingon engineer.  "With that being said, I agree with Chief K'arath; weapons must be a priority.   The galaxy is not the friendly place it was back before the Dominion War.  Even with the current armistice between the Federation and the Founders, there are many elements of Dominion technology that may have found their way to the hands of many would-be warlords.  The war has also left the entire quadrant on somewhat shaky ground-- Both the Romulans and the Klingon Empire suffered much in defending the quadrant; a need by both powers to reinforce their infrastructure might lead to political adventurism.  In such a potentially volatile environment, it is only common sense to make sure that all vessels are adequately protected, regardless of their mission profile.  I believe an ancient human once said it best-  'The best defense is a good offense'."

"That's a reasonable view." Aeric said. "I think that the construction teams might benefit from your ideas. So which of you wants to work with the Akira teams and which of you will help on the Intrepids?"

K'Tan's arm immediately shot up.  "Given the choice, commander, I'd prefer to work with the Akira team."  The lieutenant turned to peer wistfully out the viewport behind them, drinking in the majesty of the gunship-grey leviathans slumbering quietly  in their docking berths.    "I've developed a certain fondness for the class," he added with a smile.

"That's fine K'Tan. Have at her. I'm going to recommend some of those additional weapons upgrades to the Intrepids that we have," Aeric couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He couldn't tell them that his denials were actual denials to what he didn't know because they took it as an evasion. The only thing that he did know was the none of the prospective captains of any of the ships had been disclosed to him. The more he tried to deny what he didn't know and the more the people would assume he was covering.

K'arath acknowledged the LT.'s decision. "Agreed. I would also suggest that commander James and I, " he said looking at Aeric," coordinate our efforts on the Emergency Power back up systems."

"I'd love to K'arath, but I'm going to need to make sure that all of the other projects are in order. I'll speak with Starfleet during tomorrow's briefing and let them know that the Tiberius will be ready to sail by week's end. Hopefully we can make the last adjustments in that timeframe."

David slaved over his homework, he had finished it an hour ago, but he had returned to check for errors. Everyone else was out doing something fun on a night like this. A night like this referred to most nights. David had rechecked his work twice and felt like he needed a break. He decided a walk would be nice.

Slipped on his little jacket and made his way out of the student dorm. He needed a chance to think about everything. He had a spot about a mile away that he went to all the time since he came to the academy. He felt lonely, not much different then what he felt like when he had first arrived. This last year had been hardest since Ashley, his previous girl friend had graduated and left him behind. He was feeling particularly regretful about leaving her. It was a mutual thing she was out exploring the universe and he was stuck on Earth. The long distance was hard on them and their relationship was left a fading memory. That was five months ago.

The wind was cold on David's face. The temperature felt cold in contrast to the warmth of the day. He proceeded to walk down the path. There were trees on either side. He walked till he found the small opening between the trees that lead to an unused little path. It was long and muddy. David's boots seemed to be magnets for mud. The path was like a maze, but David knew the way. He final reached the exit stepping into a clearing that looked over the water and had the best view from land of the Golden Gate Bridge. He sat down on the large smooth rock. Next to him a space left for Ashley.

He couldn't stop thinking about her tonight. He hadn't talked to her for weeks and he didn't understand why his feeling we're bothering him again. He watched the water and the lights from the city and ships for near an hour. He wondered if Dylan would ever stop being a Bigoras boy. "He never had to go through what I did," David thought. He pushed that memory out of his head for the memory of home. He hadn't sent that Statue of the Liberty figure from his trip to New York last week to Dorothy, yet. Her birthday was in a few days. She loved those kinds of things, she had never been to Earth, Bigoras is so faraway. David figured the trip the Bigoras for the statue would only take a few days, a trip for a person or persons would be a few weeks. He wondered how hard it would be to stowaway on one of the mail ships to Bigoras. He wondered "Where was he going, what would the future bring?" He felt scared, he worried he would become what he had worked so hard to change.

=/\= 

The Vulcan Homeworld T'Khasi...

The Shikhar Academy- The office of Saryn Rayna, Assistant Proffessor of Engineering(Warp Theory) for the Theoretical Propulsion Group's Vulcan Division....

"Oh, she's so cute," she said, cradling the newborn sehlat and reaching for the feed bottle.

"It's a 'he', T'Kara", Ensign Taryn rayna corrected his sister, handing her the bottle.

"Well, regardless, where can we take 'HER' till we decide what to do? And what will Father say about..." T'Kara's question was cut short by the sudden arrival of her Father in the doorway of his office.

"What will Father say about what?" Saryn Rayna asked, an eyebrow raised quizzically.  He knew his children well, and was less than surprised that their penchant for 'quandaries' had not discontinued with their arrival to young adulthood. Without their Mother's guiding hand since her death several years ago, he sometimes wondered how it was that they avoided being declared "vrekasht" or outcast.  But this..what could be so bad about an infant sehlat?

"But Father, it's not just any baby sehlat!", Taryn exclaimed after relating the recent events.

"Perhaps, my son, but you cannot house it HERE," replied Saryn.

"then WHERE, Father?" T'Kara asked a little too hotly, "This cub now holds the childs Katra.

We MUST get it safely into the hands of kin of the child's House!"

"Remember your 'arei'mu'!-- "Kup-putash-tor kashek". You will control yourselves.  And as you know, I am not fully convinced of the so-called katra's existence" Saryn stated firmly.

"There is some recent turmoil among the Academy staff, and I cannot afford to have suspicions of trouble within the Rayna family leveled upon my position here...especilly not now.

"Taryn-kam, T'Kara-kam", their Father explained, adressing them with the Vulcan name-endearment, "There is ,as you know, talk of effort to return Vulcan to the Days of Presundering--Separatists and Unificationist factions will challenge us all as to our beliefs and where we stand."

"But Father," asked T'Kara,"How should that affect us, who are of Vulcannsu blood, yet born of Mars?  Surely..."

"Remmber, YOU children are of Mars, yet I am of T'Kasi.  They will not consider you separate from me.  Your older brother was also born here, and has been heard to vocally support Ambassador Spock.  There is much retoric and the arising of fear in the Academies and the High Council and as it is said: 'Pthak svi'zherka -- dan-karik heh dan-karhrashik'--Fear is among the strongest and most violent of the emotions."

"You are scaring me, Father", said T'Kara," Perhaps then we should return to Utopia Planitia.  After we find the deceased child's family, of course."

"I am sorry, frightening you was not my purpose.  I just wish to keep you informed. I am considering our return to Mars.  Logic dictates we consider all possibilities. But there are many issues, many facets to consider: How to contact the child's family and present the facts of the child's death in such a way as to minimize further suffering; what to do with it's 'katra. What to do concerning the Academy.  I believe our mettle will be tested."

Saryn sighed, continuing,"Also, whether you Taryn, should resign your Starfleet commision and accept the Bracchus Scholarship and remain on Vulcan, or accept Starfleet's offer of re-assignment as a Medical Assistant at Mars Station.  I should not sway you, one path or another. These choices are your's to make."

"Yes, that is true Father," offered Taryn, "And yet, there is little time to deliberate.

Unless extended, your duty here is to end in a few weeks, and I must choose my future's path.  I have sought your counsel, and I will choose wisely, Father."

The door chime rang.

"We will speak more of these matters soon," said Saryn, answering the door.

A young student intern stood in the doorway, well known by T'kara and her father as an disciple in one of the Academy's anti-Reunification factions.

"Please pardon my interrruption, Sir. My name is Sunal", he began,"I am here on behalf of 'the Sons and Daughters of Vulcan' student union.  We seek audience with Academy Masters who may have interests aligned with those of Ambassador Spock. Master Saapsigo and others here have an interest in speaking with you.  May I escort you?"

"Hmmm..Yes, you may" said Saryn, "Just wait outside one moment please."

He turned to Taryn, speaking softly, "Contact your brother Soryn at the Science Academy. 

Notify him of recent 'events', and seek his assistance in finding the child's family, if you can. We will speak further of this 'Katra' problem upon my return. Take your meal this evening in my quarters."  Turning to leave, he gestured toward the sehlat, "And take that thing with you."

As Saryn left, T'Kara called after him, "It's a 'he', Father!"

=/\=

He watched her with a teachers pride, she had come a long way in two weeks.  He had expected far more resistance, but something in his sermons had struck home, that much was clear.  If she passed this next test he had determined that he would tell her about Yuki.  He knew she suspected something, the suspicious and curious glances, he often forgot how good Shyn's hearing was.  She was constantly catching pieces of conversations, or catching him laughing at something she couldn't hear.  He wouldn't be surprised if she thought he was insane.  He watched her as she strode back and forth doing her duty, so far so good, but lets see how she does when our suprise guest arrives...

Shyn walked her route under the harsh Vulcan sun, back and forth along the steps of the customs building, in the foreign sector of the Starport.  Wearing the sandwich boards Korridan had made for her, they said, 'I have been a bad girl, please insult me.'  And all morning and into the early afternoon many assorted Aliens had enjoyed accepting the offer.  But she had held strong, letting the insults and namecalling roll off her like water.  She was proud of herself, weeks ago this would never have been possible.  She looked towards Korridan, she felt he was proud of her too, though she could tell from his expression he was up to something.

He was an enigma to her.  He was spiritual and yet a warrior, she knew little about him, and yet; she trusted him.  Though she has found his behaviour quite eccentric lately, talking to some one she could neither see, nor smell.  And making references to obscure literature and media from earths history, he is not even from earth; why would he...?  Some one was talking to Korridan.  He looked familiar, and that was unusual in and of itself.  She was on a planet she had never been to before.  The Vulcan turned towards her, oh no...

The Vulcan stoically descended the steps toward her, Shyn stood nervously awaiting him.  He stopped before her, his fingers laced together across his chest, appraising her as if she were some new lifeform.  "Good afternoon Shyn," the Vulcan said, "I believe the phrase goes... 'long time no see'."  The faintest hint of a smirk worked its way into his expression.  "Yes, thank you," Shyn replied, "so, did you get that promotion?"  The former aide raised an eyebrow, "Indeed I did, thanks to your antics."  Trying her best to sound Vulcan, "I am gratified to hear so, may I inquire as why you are here?"  He gestured towards Korridan, "your instructor asked me to come on my lunch break."  He nodded toward her, "to help with your training."  "And since you were so insturmental in the betterment of my career," his arms spreading wide in a gesture of gratitude, "how could I not be a part of helping a dear friend better herself.?"  Shyn leaned to her right to give her Sensei a 'thanks' a lot' look.  When she looked back to the Vulcan he was producing a orange root vegetable from his tote bag.  To her horror he raised it to his mouth.

CRUNCH!  Her face screwed up into a mask of horror and disgust.  Her eyes transfixed on the gut wrenching display of FLAT TEETH bearing down on brightly colored vegetable matter.  It was so alien; so utterly disturbing to her.  But she could not tear herself away from it.  The texture; the smell; the sound, it was all so wrong... 

He exaggerated each bite, reveling in her unease, eatting with his mouth open, much like a child trying to gross out a classmate at lunchtime.  Bile rose in her stomach, the corner of her mouth twitched.  He stopped, "how rude of me."  He reached into his tote, "I am such a absentminded host," he pulled out a bulbous root vegetable with long fronds, "I forgot to ask if you would like to join me."  He waved the fronds under her nose, she squirmed as if it were a poisonous snake.  It gave off a pungent licorice like scent, her nose wrinkled up, her stomach heaved.  She found it hard to breathe, and her eyes watered.

"No?"  He asked, "you don't know what you are missing."  She was barely able to gasp out, "I am fasting."  "I am so sorry," he feigned the apology, "your teacher must have forgotten to mention that."  He mercifully placed the vegetable back into his bag.  Shyn sighed in relief, her muscles relaxing.  Her sinuses inflammation lessened. 

CRUNCH!  She winced, again watching the fluorescent root matter tumble around in his mouth like a load of laundry.  Her stomach began to tumble in sync with the orange lump.  And each time he crunched down on the tuber, her muscles tensed and she grit her teeth.  By the time he was finished, Shyn was exhausted.

The Vulcan watched her with a mixture of disguised admiration and amusement.  And then stated, "wait, I remember now," as if it were possible for a Vulcan to have a faulty memory, "you preferred a different snack."  He reached into his tote and produced a tribble with a flourish.  She looked at it as if it were a live hand grenade.  He set it upon her shoulder, it cooed at her, blissfully unaware of the danger it was in.  Her mouth salivated; her jaw trembled, remembering the sensation of rending flesh and warm blood.  She looked away, trying to ignore the cooing snack sitting on her shoulder.

Korridan rapped his staff on the permacrete step.  Shyn knew what that meant, and turned her eyes front.  And tried her best not to look annoyed.  The Vulcan looked pleased, "I remember something else you said that day, you said: 'they are mostly hair'," he reached into his bag, "that it would take a dozen of them to fill you up," he pulled out another tribble.  And placed it onto her opposite shoulder, the two tribbles started chatting with each other as if something interesting had happened in the last two minutes since they had seen each other.  She fought to ignore them. To her the little tribbles were saying, "eat me, eat me."  Her stomach growled.

She starred at the Vulcan, thinking, "you are eeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllllllllll..."

Trying ever so hard not to smile, "oh, wait, that is only two tribbles," reaching into his bag, "we have ten more to go..."  Her paniced mind thinking, "what is this guy, a freaking magician?"  She watched in rapt horror and shock as he began producing more and more tribbles, and placing them all about her head and shoulders... 

They crawled in her hair, around her neck, across her chest.  Cooing and trilling, begging her to devour them.  Their scent filled her nostrils.  Her head spun.  She fought to meditate, to place herself outside of the situation.  The sound lessened, little by little, as she slowly entered a dark and solitary place.

Whack!  Whack!  "Get up," she heard.  She opened her eyes, she saw darkened skies.  Many hours must have passed, and she was lying on her back.  Korridan stood above her leaning on his staff, looking down at her, "congratulations, you passed the test," he smirked, "though some may consider blacking out, cheating."  He looked in the direction of the customs building, "your friend was impressed with your self control," he looked back towards her and smiled, "so much that our runabout is no longer impounded, or quarantined."  She just laid there letting it all sink in, her head still swimming.  He whacked her on the soles of her feet with the staff, "let's go get something to eat, you look like hell."

She certainly felt that way.

Joint post by Jen and Just X

The sands of Vulcan swallowed the sun as Sevryll and Aria sat alone in the courtyard outside her ancestral home. "I hold you in highest regard and I am appreciative of your defense, but you should not have challenged her Aria. They will remember your defiance. If condemnation is to fall on anyone in our family, let it be me who bares the burden...let it be me they call impetuous." 

Aria slowly shook her head, "We both know that all vulcans have emotions, regardless of whether we are capable of suppressing them or not. You cannot control your own as before, yet you are not overwhelmed by them. The virus has not weakened you, it has given you new strength and perspective. Do not allow them to convince you otherwise."

Aria shifted her gaze towards the ground for a moment before continuing, "I believe the criticism directed at the children, which I overheard, was premeditated. And if you had been the one to arrive for the children, your reactions would not have been dissimilar. They hoped for such a display, but not from me...from you. It is not right for you to carry that burden alone. If someone is to have a public outburst, it should be me. My half-vulcan status makes me the more logical choice for responding in such a manner."

Sevryll considered the young woman sitting beside her. Aria was wise for her years, but she had no understanding of the reproach her people were capable of casting on their own. Still others were in opposition to Unification, and her father's affiliation had put them in danger once before. Sevryll began to worry that the growing tensions would soon become far worse. "That may be, but I do not wish you to endure the disparagement that is sure to arise after such an encounter."

The conversation soon turned to their recent visit to Mount Seleya. "Not all who follow Surak are as closed minded as the extremists, we saw that much with the respect given to us at Mount Seleya. I've never felt more at home as when we spent time as a family to the place where the IDIC was codified. Even the father of Vulcan logic knew that one day you would one day exist, and that we would follow. If our family does not hold to the IDIC, I don't know who would." Aria said as she looked out towards the beauty that was the setting Vulcan sun. "I don't think we belong on Vulcan at this time mother. There are too many factions competing for success... and many view our presence as a threat."

Sevryll turned her eyes to Aria. The girl kept her own fixed on the horizon—looking toward an unknown future. As Sevryll cast her scrutiny back upon the same perspective, she hoped that what the girl, saw was not destined to be.

The wind blew leaves around as they danced before the Counselor.  The colors were magnificent.  He sat on lawn chair that computer rather nicely provided when he realized he had programmed in the remote area. 

It was where they were going to live if they had built the house.  It was so peaceful. Peaceful but remote.  The graba's croaked in the distance and the sun was setting.

This is where he had found them dead.  His wives. 

Oh, he wasn't trying to be morbid or anything like that.  He was simply trying to use the holo therapy program to relieve some pain and get his head straight.  It wouldn't be long and he would be on a starship racing through the galaxy on a quest for exploration and knowledge.  He thought that he better make the best of his time.  At any moment he could be called up.  He had made sure to get his name at the top of the list for the next deep space mission.  Still, he longed to work with the crew he had come to know.  They were good people, in fact, they felt like family.  But, at this point, he would take whatever seemed best.   He couldn't wait around forever.

A trazzle wolf howled in the distance and Margon shivered.  He didn't like that sound, it was lonely, lonely and bitter.  Something he had determined he would NOT be.  A familiar sound shook him out of his thoughts. 

"Purrrrrrr, meow!"  Mr. mouse, his orange cat stretched next to him and jumped into his lap.

"Hey there.  Who let you in?"

"Uh, Uh,  I did" said Barkley, "He looked lonely, and I knew he helps you relax.  I, I , hope it's ok."

"No problem Reg, I welcome the diversion.  Say, I wanted to thank you for all of your hard work over these past few weeks.  I couldn't have done all this without you!" 

"Th thanks Counselor, you've helped me a great deal too.  Glad I could be of some help to you"  he paused, "I think I need to show you something before I go though"

"What is it Reg?" the Bolian looked serious.

"Oh, just some strange readings.  It looks like someone has tried to use one of your holo programs that will going out to the various starfleet vessels to piggyback a signal.  I haven't been able to crack the code yet, but when I do, I'll let you know. In the meantime, I removed it from the mass distribution file and made it look like it will still be going out.  I haven't figured out who put it there, but I thought you might want to know."  Reg looked uncomfortable, he usually tried to figure things out in more detail before presenting information like this.

"hmmm, there really are only a few people that it could be." Margon thought for a moment while scratching Mr. Mouses ears, "I mean after all you, me and J'dan are the only ones that have had access to all those files."

Joint post by Iceman, Moyer777 and Jen


Peterson had finished marking his student exams for the day when his thoughts had returned to his wedding day one month earlier, and what a day it was.


Flashback  To One Month Earlier


The day had arrived. Dr. Peterson looked dashing in his dress uniform. The day he dreamed of was now a reality. He was getting married.

He had asked Counselor Margon to be his best man, a job that he readily accepted and did so with honor. The smile on his face was priceless.

"Casey, I'm happy for you" he said looking daper, his blue skin against the black tuxedo.

"Thanks Margon, I appreciate that. Look, I'm so sorry for all that you have been through, I know this is tough on you" said Peterson.

"It's ok Casey, it's ok. I'm coping. This is your day now, don't be worrying about me. It's not everyday you find a beatiful woman like Myella."

"Yes, I know. I am very lucky indeed. She is a good find."

"Sevryll sends her regrets that she could not attend. Her children have just begun their schooling, and since the virus, she has been reluctant to leave them." said Margon. "She sent a gift to present you and your wife—an orchid she obtained from Tuvok."

Nathan Quinn stepped up and said, "Alright guys, that's our cue, let's go."

Captain Quinn, Margon and Dr. Peterson took their place in front of the group on the beautiful garden grounds of Starfleet headquarters. The sun was shining and many of the surviving crew were in attendance.

Nathan cleared his throat and began, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this happy occasion. As a Captain one of the most wonderful gifts of command is to be able to join together those who feel they are meant for one another. Our friend the Doctor, has found his soul mate."

Dr. Peterson beamed with pride. He really had found his dream wife.

The chamber orchestra began to play a beautiful Irish folk song as Myella walked through the rose garden and approached the three men standing by the fountain.

With her father, arm in arm, they stopped just short of the gentlemen.

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?"

"Her mother and I" said Mr. O'leary.

"Then Casey, go get your bride!"

Dr. Peterson stepped over and shook Darcy's hand, then took Myellas arm in his own and approached the smiling Margon and Quinn.

"I believe you have something you would like to say to each other" said Captain Quinn.

Dr. Peterson tool Myella's hands in his and stared into her eyes, he faught to keep the tears from his eyes as he spoke in an ancient Galic dialect the following words:

" I Casey, have come to you today, Myella, to pledge my undying love and devotion to you. To Love and Honour you, in health and in sickness, in goodtimes and bad, for all the days of my life. You are the part of me that makes me whole, You are the reason for my happiness, and reason for me waking up to start another day. I want to share all of lifes ups and downs with you, and mostly I want to grow old with you. For You are and always be the Love of my life."

Myella stared into Casey's eyes and repeated the same ancient words while holding her husbands hands as tears began to fill her eyes.

Andrus Sudder was stretched out on one of the folding chairs with a grin on his face. He was excited not only for his friend, but for the great reception planned aftward. The Dr. had asked him to provide the musical entertainment. He found the prospect appealing.

"Do you have rings?" said Nathan. He took the rings an placed them in his hand and held them up for everyone to see. "These rings symbolize the everlasting relationship these two have formed. May the fire of your love never grow cold."

Someone in the audience shouted out "Here Here!" and then the rest of them echoed.

They placed rings on each others fingers and Nathan looked out over the audience.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride."

The Dr.'s eyes teared up as Myella embraced him, their kiss was enchanting. They were obviously in love and it showed.

Nathan cleared his throat once more and spoke up, "May I present to you for the very first time, Mr and Mrs. Casey and Myella Peterson!"

The crowd cheered and the couple walked back down the center of the park as many threw rose petals on them.

Margon smiled but couldn't help but feel a sadness in his heart. He knew the joys of marriage and the pain of seperation. He only hoped that Dr. Peterson would be a blessed man. Myella was a wonderful lady, and if they played their cards right their marriage would last a lifetime.

J'dan had set up the bar in the hanging basket area, he hovered over the drink station as the guests began to arrive for the reception. The newly married couple made their way to the dance floor for the first dance. It was a good day for the crew of the Tiberius, they needed this, it was healing.

Shyn stepped from the shower, toweling and drying herself off.  As she left the bathroom, she turned and headed down the hall, she stopped in front of the den.  There it stood in the den, the large strange collection of electronic components, she stepped to the threshold.  And peered in, it had newer parts now, he had been upgrading it, she stepped closer.  "Ahem," Korridan cleared his throat from the kitchen.  She scowled, "how does he do that?"  Every time she tried to examine it, he knew; no matter where he was.

She entered the kitchen, and frowned at the fare.  Sushi for him, and raw fish for her.  Well; it was better than vegetables.  Fish had a different texture than she was used to, but it was meat.

Korridan washed his hands, "before we eat, there is someone I would like you to meet."  She looked around, "I didn't hear anyone come in while I was showering..."  He smiled while drying his hands, "she was already here."  She looked at him with a puzzled expression.  He gestured for her to go with him to the Living room.

She entered the Living Room and there was no one there; she turned to him, crossed her arms across her chest and gave him a wary look.  He sat on the arm of the sofa, in a relaxed manner.  "I believe that I can trust you enough to meet an important member of my family."  He gestured past Shyn, toward a corner of the room, "Shyn, meet Yuki."  Shyn turned to the corner he indicated, and saw a young adolescent Asian girl standing there.  Shyn did a double take, thinking, "how did she get there?"

The young lady barely even acknowledged Shyns presence, she simply looked to Korridan, and  bowed in the proper Japanese fashion.  She wore the traditional sailor style school uniform, and had her hair in pigtails tied with ribbon.  And though she was quite pretty and demure, she seemed peeved with Shyn. 

Shyn looked to Korridan, "I don't think she likes me..."  And before he could answer her, Yuki burst out with, "YOU KILLED ROYO'OKI!"  When Shyn turned to her, Yuki had her arms across her chest, and a scowl on her face, which was turned away from her in disgust.  Shyn looked back to Korridan, "who's Royo'Oki?"  He told her, "that was the name Yuki had given to the little creature on the runabout."  Shyn's eyes went wide; she turned back to face the petite girl pointing a finger at her, but was interupted before she could speak.  "And then, YOU-ATE-HIM!"  The girl was on the edge of tears, "how could you?"  Glaring at Shyn, "he was so cute..."  Now her lower lip was jutted out in a cute little pout, and her little fists clenched .  Shyn was completely out of her element, she turned to Korridan for support.  He said, "tell her your sorry."

Shyn turned to the girl, pleading with her, "I am sorry."  She then heard him say, "And tell her you will never do it again..."  Shyn's jaw dropped, she turned to him, with a 'are you serious?' look.  He tilted his head towards Yuki.  She looked back to the indignant girl, "I'll never do it again."  Yuki's anger evaporated, a smile slowly appeared and she said, "okay; thank you." 

Shyn observed the young girl as she walked around the room touching things, as if the world were all new to her.  Shyn's eyebrows shot up, "she was on the runabout?"  Yuki and Korridan both laughed.  "Royo'Oki wasn't the only thing she saw," Korridan chuckled.  The flat of Shyn's hand shot up and smacked her on the forehead, "Oh, yeeez."  Yuki laughed at her.  "Don't worry about it," Korridan chuckled, "those records are deliberately vague."  "The Federation would have nightmares if they ever knew what had really happened during the occupation," he said a little more somber.

She looked at Yuki, who was poking at a pillow, seemingly amazed and amused by the interaction.  Shyns' forehead furrowed, and eyes darted back and forth between Korridan and Yuki, realization erupted in her expression, she looked at Korridan while pointing in the direction of the den.  Korridan smiled and nodded.  Yuki giggled, "I thought it would take her longer."  Shyn starred at her as she went back to playing with the pillow.  "Yuki has been a good little girl here on Vulcan," a fathers pride in his voice, "she has been so well behaved these last few weeks, that the Vulcan's finally granted her a holo-emitter."  Shyn watched her running her fingers along the fringe of the pillow.  Korridan smiled, "today is the first day she has had a body."

He looked at Shyn, "until today, she only existed in here," pointing to his head.  Understanding came to Shyn, "the nanites, they formed a neural net."  He smiled, "that's right, I could see her, feel her, and hear her," he looked back to Yuki, "but only through my nervous system, and my eyes," a sadness entered his voice, "she was a ghost."  Shyn watched Yuki pick up the pillow, and drop it, again and again, smiling.

"But you said she saw me kill my dinner," Shyn asked," you were in cryostasis, how did she see me?"  Korridan answered as he watched Yuki interacting with her new world, "She interfaced with the runabout, much in the same way she used to do with my freighter."  Turning back to Shyn, "she used to practically run my freighter for me," a nostalgic tone entered his voice, "and helped to keep me sane, while I was along the frontier of the outer rim."

Shyn starred at the girl, "I cannot place her race, she is a Terran?"  Korridan smiled, "Dr. Yamamoto fashioned her after his Japanese daughter," emotion crept into his voice, "and as far as I am concerned, she is; Yamamoto's daughter,... and now mine."

Shyn starred at him, not sure what to say, or think.  He looked at her, "let's go eat, this is a lot to digest all at once."  Smiling at his culinary pun.  They headed for the Kitchen.

He stopped to say something in the direction of the Living Room, "Yuki, be care..."  The sound of breaking glass interupted him.  Yuki giggled, "sorry..."

Korridan sighed, "great, now she can break things..."

Aeric slowly walked the hallway of the still unfinished Intrepid refit. He smiled to himself at the progress that was being made. Throughout the vessel, the latest in holographic emitters blended seamlessly into the ceiling and walls. Engineering crews were working to integrate the new shield generators into the power grid. K'arath was right about putting the extra power to use and it let them the incorporating the regenerative shield systems common in the Sovereign and Prometheus classes.

Reports from tactical and suggestions from the SCE had suggested that new class be fitted with top of the line phaser arrays and two prototypes of the latest development in pulse phaser cannon technology. Like the new Tiberius, these new versions of the Intrepid class would run circles around their older counterparts. Unlike the new Tiberius, the new ships were a complete redesign and updating of almost all internal systems while maintaining over 80% the spaceframe design and a majority of the internal layout of the Intrepid class. Commander James was impressed at the work that was going into the new ships. They were a culmination of his own concepts combined with the ideas and discoveries of Starfleet's greatest minds.

"Engineering Team Beta to Commander James," came the voice of an unknown crewman through the ship's internal speakers.

Aeric moved to the wall and input the command to take the call. "James here."

"Sir, this is crewman Marcus. You asked for a progress report on the systems revisions," the voice replied.

"How are the revisions going crewman?"

"We have completed the changes on Intrepid Alpha and Intrepid Beta is at seventy percent completion."

"Thank you crewman, I hear that Starfleet command wants to do an inspection of the Alpha. They have also notices that with the amount of systems changes in the works, they wish to reclassify the girls as Intrepid II class starships. Please relay the news your team, James out."

Aeric ran his fingers over the panel again to access the transporter system. "Computer initiate a site to site transport."

Within moment Aeric felt the cool sensation of transport as he was moved from the halls of the Intrepid to the bridge of the new Tiberius.

"Commander on deck!" an ensign shouted as James fully materialized.

"As you were," Aeric said as he looked across the bridge to the engineering team currently installing the new dedication plaque of the ship. "I'm just here for a quick inspection of the ship, please don't let me interrupt you."

Aeric moved slowly across the updated bridge. It felt both familiar and alien.  It reminded him of the ship that they had lost, but at the same time, this ship was something new. She had her own great destiny ahead of her. Soon she would have a captain and a crew and Aeric could not help but wonder how she would carve her place in history.

After a much needed shower and change of uniform, K'Tan tried to review the weapons upgrades scheduled for the new Intrepid and Akira ship-frames.  He was disturbed, however, by his inability to focus on the different weapon specs.  Being back in space, even if only in an office on an orbital shipyard, had reawakened his lust for exploration and adventure.  He didn't want to be confined here, studying the different space-frames, he wanted to be out there, riding them off into the unknown. 

He sat back from his data terminal with a sigh.  He had been certain that capturing Lucas' wife would sate his hunger for adventure, at least for a little while.  He had been sure that with that out of his system, he would be content with a little down time.  But now that he found himself tied to a desk, he was having second thoughts.  I always used to look down on desk-drivers, he thought.  Now look at me; I'm turning into a  Hu'tegh pencil-pusher!

K'Tan stood and strode to the portal overlooking his work station.  His eye felt magnetically drawn to the infinite array of stars filling the fathomless night.  More than anything, he wanted to be out there testing himself; finding out what his own personal limits were so that he could smash through them and become a better person than the man he was today.  In a perfect universe,   he thought wistfully, he would be out there with the old crew of the Tiberius.

As he started to turn away from the portal, K'Tan caught a glimpse of something that caused his breath to catch in his throat.

He whirled back towards the portal, his hands pressing firmly against the cool, glass-like surface .  Outlined against the diamond points of starlight, he saw a shape that instantly brought a parade of images to mind--  images of razor-sharp bat'leths clashing together with joyous abandon, images of worthy advesaries being crushed beneath his boot-heel... he found his ears ringing with remembered songs of honor and glory; songs of dangers shared willingly by noble comrades, and honorable death met with open arms...

The angular, winged form of an emarald-green Klingon Bird-Of-Prey swooped majestically past the viewport; and like a siren's call, K'Tan felt its passage stoke the quietly burning fires of his heart...

The insistent beeping of the workstation behind him snapped K'Tan out of his daze; he tore himself away from the viewport and returned to the console. The bland face of a starfleet administrator gazed at him from the monitor.  "Lt. K'Tan, we've been asked to patch a comm from a visiting ship to you." 

K'Tan struggled to keep his expression calm.  "Go ahead; patch it through."  The officer's face vanished, and was instantly replaced by a familiar, viciously grinning visage.  The man's strongly ridged forhead was cast in stark relief by the deep-red glow of the bridge-lighting behind him.  "NUQNEH, K'Tan; it has been a long time," the man said. 

K'Tan sat down and stared unflinchingly into the eye of the man addressing him.  The Klingon on the screen smiled, revealing his sharpened teeth.  The man's eyes shone with a predatory glint as he leaned foward agressively. 

"I would like to speak with you, little brother," he said.

Aeric sat in the primary command chair as the view screen showed the new Tiberius docked at her berth. Information flooded the monitors of his console. He appeared to stare blankly at the screen as his mind linked directly to the main computer of the Fleet Yard. It has only been a few moments since the running lights of the vessel activated and highlight the lines and beauty of the craft.

"This is Commander James to Captain Denosia," Aeric said aloud as the communications systems transmitted. "We are recalling all workbees and releasing all docking clamps."

The view screen wavered and switched to display the now fully staffed bridge of the USS Tiberius A. The gruff and bearded captain Denosia, a human born on Mars, sat in his new chair with a smile on his face. "VFY, this is Captain Denoisa of the USS Tiberius," he said. "The crew of the Tiberius would like to thank you for the excellent attention to detail you maintained in the construction of our new vessel. We hope that we don't let down the name attached to her."

"I am sure that you will do fine captain," Aeric replied. "She is a fine ship and I am glad that she has been given such a decorated captain. Where are you headed to now?"

"While the Venture was kind enough to bring a large portion of my crew, I still have several officers that I need to retrieve before we begin our mission."

"Hopefully patrolling the Breen boarder keeps you busy captain." Aeric said.

"I hope we won't be too busy. I'm expected to give our science teams some time with the new sensors as we keep with our mission."

"Good luck captain," Aeric said. "You are cleared to leave your berth."

Aeric linked the exiting of the ship to all available viewers. He wanted his people to see the results of their efforts.

The last of the docking umbilicals detached themselves from the hull of the Tiberius as the massive impulse engines began to glow and slowly move the vessel away from the berth. Inside the VFY, numerous crewmembers paused to watch screens or move to windows that would allow them to see the departing vessel. No sooner than the ship had cleared the berth completely did she move to full impulse. Aeric watched as the ship grew smaller and smaller until it was replaced by a bright flash of light that indicated it moving to warp speed.

As Shyn ate her raw fish using the awkward wooden sticks, she watched korridan dip his sushi in the bright green concoction, which even from across the table burned her nose.  She heard noises coming from the living room, and from the corner of her eye she could see Yuki rolling items across the floor.  And playing much as a flesh and blood girl would, she could see how Korridan would think of her as real.

After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Korridan began his tale, "Kai Meressa asked me to participate in a clandestine flight program."  He picked up a California roll, "a corporation sympathetic to our cause, was going to donate a prototype fighter in exchange for using me as a guinea pig, and test pilot."  "It was a first generation Katana fighter, really cutting edge for its time," he eyed the sushi roll, though his stare seemed much further away, "and with the neural interface, the neosensor mesh overlay, and the adaptive ECM package, it was nearly untouchable."  He put the sushi down, "I racked up some pretty impressive kills, and the resistance was thrilled."  Shaking his head slowly, "But something was wrong; in the way that Doctor Yamamoto behaved, and it was strongest when I interfaced with the AI, I felt we were all being used."

Shyn interjected when Korridan seemed lost in painful memories, "the file said you had an Orb experience."  He nodded absently, "When I told the Kai of my suspicions, she told me to consult the Orb of Change."  He seemed to slip away again, caught in an undertow of memories.  Shyn said, "Those things scare the crap out of me."  He seemed to come back a bit after her statement.

From just down the hall Yuki playfully laughed, "You said crap..."  Korridan chuckled, "You can always count on a child to break you from a gloomy mood."  "Well I will try to get through this without wandering off tangent," he nodded, "or leaving too much out."

"The Kwaidan/Yurei interface was designed to be a device for healing, to help people to get through the grieving process," starring off into a far off place, "Through memory retrieval, and the personality/imaging matrix, a person could seemingly bring a loved one back to life."  "They could interact and speak to a lost one," his fingers slid through his hair, "they could say their goodbyes, and take care of any unfinished business, thereby expediting the grieving process."  He sighed, "a beautiful idea, but the Orion Syndicate had a different idea." 

"They uprooted the doctor and his work," his jaw clenched, "and stuck him on a hidden base on a Bajoran moon, to incorporate his technology into the tactical interface and AI of the fighter."  "Perverting his work into a weapons system," pain crept into his voice, "a purpose for which it was never intended, under a ridiculous timetable."  "He melded the Yuki personality with the ships AI." his eyes moistened, "in the hope that she would be able to find a way to warn me of what was really going on."

He stopped, the memory was just too painful.  Shyn stepped in, "There was a caveat..."  He nodded, still unable to speak.  "You have never told anyone of this before have you?"  She softly asked.  He shook his head, "No; and it is a lot harder,...than I thought it would be."  Shyn was seeing a side of Korridan she had never known existed; she had thought of him as a grizzled old veteran, full of war stories and bawdy jokes.  He seemed so vulnerable now.

"Take a break, we'll have plenty of time for your story; later," she pointed to his plate, "besides, your food is getting cold."  Korridan laughed, "It is sushi, it's always cold."  They laughed and ate, as Yuki sang in the background.

Shyn found herself gradually listening more and more intently to Yuki's singing as the meal dragged on; while her words were foreign to her, the emotion behind them was universal.  How could a mere program emote?  Or a collection of algorithms, express love and loss?

She leaned back in her chair so she could get a better look down the hallway.  Yuki was lying on her back, watching how the light from the sunset played across the artwork and architecture of the room.  Her song and lyrics would meander as her eyes moved about the room, she was not merely reciting, nor was she mimicking.  The tune changed as her mood changed.  She was improvising...

Joint writing Startrekfanatic5 & Just X

Quinn sat behind his desk in his office, he just finished speaking with Admiral Decker about his new ship and mission. Quinn was very excited to get things started. He will be heading to Vulcan in two hours to inspect his new ship, but first he wanted to see if he could get members of this former Tiberius crew back together.  He planed on visiting Sevryll tomorrow in person to offer her the position of First Officer, he could think of no one better for that job. He only hoped she would except.

As for the rest of the crew.

"Computer," Quinn said, "please began recording".. several beeps could be heard.

"To my former officers and crew,

It is with great pride and pleasure that I report that Starfleet Command has granted me a new ship. Though she is a smaller vessel than the Tiberius she will be perfect to complete our new mission. Command has tasked me with exploring a new section of the Beta Quadrant and I could not think of a better crew than many of you that I have served so proudly with.

I am currently in route to Vulcan to inspect my new ship. Hopefully your current duties have not taken you too far away because I wish you to return as a part of that new crew. Please contact me at your earliest opportunity so that we can discuss your new role in our new ship.

I look forward to serving with you all again. I expect to place some of you in new positions that better fit the fine skills that you have displayed both during the last hours of the Tiberius and the past few months. For those of you still on active duty, Starfleet has authorized your transfers pending your agreement to this new posting.

I look forward to working with you again. No, I look forward to having our family back together again. It will be on a new ship with some new faces, but hopefully this new ship can become a home to us all. I think that it's long past time for us to come home.

I hope to see you soon,

Captain Quinn

Computer End message and send to Tiberius crew alpha one data."

The computer beeped and the message was sent, now it was time to pack for his trip to Vulcan.

Back in his quarters near the Vulcan Fleet Yards, K'arath poured himself a glass of Merlot. Although he enjoyed bloodwine on occasion, the red wines of earth offered a more complex experience and in a pinch he could pass off as bloodwine if confronted by fellow Klingons. He sat down at his desk and silenced the beep which told that a new message had been received.

He read Captain Quinn's words and allowed their importance to take hold. He smiled.

"Computer!" he bellowed, "record the following response!"
"Recording," the sterile Vulcan voice replied. He missed the voice of Federation starship computers he suddenly realized.
"Q'pla!" he said. "End recording, transmit."
"Transmitting." came the reply.

Captain Quinn had his answer.

Peterson was just about ready to leave for the day when his computer beeped, then Stated.

"Incoming Message, You have an Alpha One Message from Captain Nathan Quinn."

Peterson read the message and was overjoyed with the  prospect of going back into space, he sent his message back to his former Captain accepting, providing Nathan could find a position for his wife.

Peterson fiqured that this should not be a problem as his wife was a certified pathologist and would theirfore be very helpful as she would be a jack-of-all trades so to speak, and therefore could fill in were needed.

Peterson knew his wife would be happy as she always wanted to go into space and this would be his opportunity to share this experience with his wife.

Peterson left his office in a hurry so he could go tell his wife the good news, all he had to do now was fiqure out how to tell his father and mother-in law the news                                                 

Margon gazed at the beautiful sunset.  The Golden Gate Bridge looked amazing on the horizon.  He sat drinking a cool glass of water and waited for J'dan. He was going to meet the Counselor to discuss the breach in security that had been discovered. Margon's data pad beeped and he pulled it from his pocket. 

"Incoming message from Captain Quinn" it read.

Margon clicked on it and smiled.  "This is what I was hoping for" he shouted outloud.  The waitress came over, "pardon me sir?" 

"Oh, nothing my dear, nothing!- if a Bajoran man with dark hair named J'dan shows up, tell him to meet me at my office- oh and tell him he has a new job!" he stood up and made his way back to his office.  The counselor had to get his affairs in order and contact Captain Quinn.  He was going back into space as the Counselor on a new ship!

As Sevryll strode across the rug that hugged the stone floors of her ancient home, she heard a melodic chime from the terminal in her office a few steps away. It was evening, and the children were sleeping—she quickly entered the room and silenced the computer to prevent their disturbance. There were two messages...

She activated the first, as it was labeled "Urgent" from her mother, Sareth. The Modern Golic characters disappeared as Sevryll keyed an acceptance code on the screen. The older woman's traditionally stoic visage emerged, and Sareth inclined her head slightly.

"Daughter, your great-grandmother is eager to seek Ap-Lau...her place of eternal peace. She lingers in this world only to see her children before she departs. She has requested your presence and that of your children tomorrow evening. Seek me when you are prepared to go." Sevryll knew her great-grandmother was not long for this sun; she was over three centuries old and had lived a long life surrounded by her family.  Yet Sevryll felt the pang of grief all the same...death had been too near to her in the last year, and it would never again be an easily accepted occurrence in her life. She dipped her head a moment to gather her composure and moved on to the next message.

Nathan Quinn's smiling face replaced the script that rolled across her screen, and lightened the weight of her heart. Instead of the chaos of Tiberius's end, this time Sevryll saw optimism reflected in his green eyes. "I hope this message finds you well, my friend. I have news that I hope you will be interested in hearing. I will be coming to Vulcan tomorrow to deliver it to you personally. I hope you will find it as agreeable as I have," he said with a broad smile.  "I will speak to you soon. Quinn out."

The Vulcan woman tucked a loose strand of hair behind her left ear and arced a single eyebrow. She anticipated that there would be difficult decisions to make and though she had said she would readily return to Starfleet at Nathan's request, at that moment she was not certain what her answer would be.  Emotions grappled with logic as she stared at the blank screen before her. After a moment, she stood and glanced to the table where her violin rested, then walked to the door and closed behind her, so as not to wake the children with the music that would sing from within.

The crowd roared with Excitement. "OUT" half of them shouted and then every person gazed up to the large view screen in anticipation. The umpire raised his hand and that signalled the batsman was out. An eruption of yes's and no's filled the air. Joseph D'Callan was one of the cheering 'yes' people. He jumped up and punched the air and hugged a total stranger next to him.

"What a bowl mate, what a bowl"

The stranger looked at him and then shouted in Joe's ear

"Stunning mate, bloody stunning"

This was a classic cricket game from 2006 and Joe had finally been able to see the legendary game as Australia beat England to win the Ashes. He had just seen Shane Warne bowl the home side to victory on the final day of the third Test at the WACA. Except this wasn't the WACA, this was the San Francisco Holo-Stadium and none of the two thousand strong crowd cared that this was just a holographic projection of a game that was played over three hundred years ago. These events had become a popular pastime and next month the Holo-Stadium planned on showing even more historical sporting events.

It was just past ten o'clock at night when Joe finally arrived at his quarters. It was fair to say that he was a little bit tipsy, after all It wasn't everyday he'd been able to celebrate an old style game of cricket with some of his fellow countrymen. He sat on his bed and began to think about the day "I enjoyed that, I needed that. And now I'm talking to myself" Joe laughed and fell back onto his bed.

Outside in the corridor a hooded figure moved from door and lifted his communicator "I see no anger here" The communicator responded "We have time," the figure clicked the device back into his belt and disappeared into the shadows.

Shyn gave up trying to sleep; her thoughts were just too restless.  She went out to the family room, thinking she would get some night air on the balcony.  But when she got there, some one was already enjoying the view.  It was a Japanese woman in her late thirties, wearing a kimono, "good evening Shyn, couldn't sleep either?"  Shyn was startled, "Yuki?"  The woman smiled, "Yes Shyn, this is my true form," she bowed, "I am sorry for what I put you through, but it was necessary for me to play the role one last time."

Shyn joined her on the balcony, "I am sorry, but I do not understand."  Yuki nodded, "Understandable, I shall explain as best I can."  She turned to take in the view again, "Korridan and I have been together for 25 years, and yet he still thinks of me as his little daughter."  She looked wistfully into the distance, "During that time I have grown and matured just as any flesh and blood person would have."  Shyn asked, "So why the act?"

"No one walks away from an Orb experience unscathed," Yuki explained, "not only was his neural net rewritten, and reformatted while he was conscious."  She closed her eyes, "But he was given visions, visions presented to him by the Prophets, who exist in nonlinear time."  She slowly shook her head, "trying to read and interpret visions in nonlinear time, is like a two dimensional being trying to grasp living in a three dimensional world."  Shyn tried to wrap her mind around that concept, "it would drive me insane..."  Yuki looked at her seriously, "Now imagine being haunted by those visions, and struggling to understand them."  Shyn shook her head, and shivered at the thought of it, "I...I can't, it is just too alien to my mind..."

Yuki continued, "The only thing that seemed to keep him rooted in our reality, was caring for me in my 'default' form, that of the young girl my creator lost."  "And so I have played that role ever since," Yuki looked to Shyn, "but with one modification, I split my personality/imaging matrix, I allowed one to naturally evolve," gesturing to herself, "and the default one I slowly allowed the personality to evolve while maintaining the original image."  She smiled,"Trying to get him used to the idea of me growing up."  Shyn nodded, understanding.

Shyn asked her, "Are you going to be a hologram now?"  Yuki shook her head, "No, I was only granted it for two purposes."  She smiled a little, "First, so Korridan could tell you about me, and not have you think him insane."  Shyn chuckled at that.  And in a more serious voice, "And secondly so it would make the inquiry more efficient."  Shyn asked "Inquiry?"

"I am something new," Yuki cocked her head, "an unknown commodity."  "There has been much speculation and debate as to what I may be," she continued, "so a formal inquiry seemed the most efficient way to answer their questions."  "They can meet me and ask any questions they wish," she gestured to the den, "and they can poke around in my hardware as well." "Three things need to be determined," she sounded a little worried, "what am I, am I safe, and how can I best be used."

Shyn did not ask the most obvious questions aloud, but instead stood by her friend trying to silently offer moral support.  "Is she sentient?" she wondered, "what will they do if they think she is a danger?" 

Yuki broke the silence, "I want to wear this form when I go before the panel, because it is my true form, I wish to be honest from the start."  She looked somber, "And if I am to be terminated, I do not want Korridan to see a little girl die."  She closed her eyes, "But rather a woman who has had a rich full life, meeting her end with dignity."  Sadness tinged her voice, "He has suffered enough, I do not wish him to feel any guilt if I am terminated."

They could hear Korridans door open, Yuki steeled herself for the inevitable encounter.  Korridans sleepy voice asked, "Yuki, are you still up?" he came closer, "I thought I heard voices..."  Yuki walked through the billowing curtains, stood before him proud and beautiful, and demurely bowed.  "Yuki?" is all he could utter.

Shyn walked past them, they needed to be alone.

Shyn returned home ahead of Korridan, to find Yuki waiting for her.  Shyn was pleased to see her, "Yuki; I guess this means things went well...?"  The woman politely bowed, "Yes; Thank You, not wishing to be rude," she looked toward the door, "is Korridan far behind you?"  Shyn nodded, "Yes he should be awhile, why?"  Yuki looked serious, "We need to talk."

Shyn sat down at Yuki's request.  Yuki looked at Shyn, "Korridan did not tell you about the magistrate because he did not wish you to worry about something you could do nothing about."  Yuki smiled, "But I think I know of a way to fix it, but we must act quickly, we may be going separate ways soon."  Shyn's head was spinning, "What?"  Yuki waved her hands, "Please do not asks questions, there may not be enough time..."

Yuki started explaining, "There was a reason the Magistrate had two aides, he has Bendii syndrome."  Shyns eyes went wide.  Yuki held up a finger to shush her, "The first aide was an ambitious one who resented being put into the role of a babysitter, but none the less performed his role dutifully covering for him, patiently waiting for his superior to slip up."  Yuki pressed on, "The second aide was a young inexperienced telepath who tried his best to help the Magistrate keep his emotions in check."

Shyn moaned, "And when I made the overburdened telepath scurry off, he came unglued, playing right into the hands of the other aide..."  Shyn felt awful.  Yuki wasn't finished, "His political allies had arranged for him to retire in sixteen months with full benefits, and to move out of town without anyone knowing of his condition."  Shyn shook her head, "And then I came along, and screwed it all up."  Yuki continued, "Now instead he is forced into retirement, disgraced, and with only half benefits, his estate is in jeopardy."  Shyn still shook her head, "No wonder they want me off this planet..."

Yuki's voice turned hopeful, "There is something we can do to try and fix this somewhat, but we will need to act fast."  Shyn looked wary, and confused.  "When Korridan checks his messages, there will be one from Colonel Keryn, about a possible new posting," Yuki explained.  "Things may be moving fast in the next few days," Yuki continued,"and I want us to have clear consciences when we leave Vulcan."

Shyn looked towards the door, and then back to Yuki, "Korridan is not going to like this, is he?"  Yuki shook her head.  Shyn spoke softly, "But it is the right thing to do, isn't it?"  Yuki nodded.  Shyn said, "Alright, I'm in."  Yuki smiled and pointed to the PADD on the table, "Pick up your PADD and try to keep up, I'll cover as much as I can before Korridan gets home," she smiled, "and then we'll finish up tonight after he goes to sleep."

Aeric took a deep breath as he reviewed his incomming messages. He smiled at the request from Quinn and considered the offer. His tour at the VFY would be up soon, but he still had no idea if he would continue at the shipyard or sign up with Quinn.

"Computer," Aeric said. "Forward message to Aria James and attach the following message.

Aria, it seems that Quinn is getting a new ship. I am honestly considering the offer, but I don't believe that I can just accept the mission without consulting with you first.

I don't know if Quinn contacted your mother yet, but we should keep this to ourselves until she has made her own decision. If I take this position, I will see if there is a place on the ship for you if you want it. I'll be planetside soon with Beth to meet the rest of the family and we can discuss more after that.

Computer, end recording and transmit."

In a small workspace in the docks orbiting Vulcan, K'Tan greeted his older brother with a scowl of trepidation.  After staring silently into the image on his monitor for nearly a minute, he finally broke the silence.  "KoraQ.  It has been what, 15 years?  What brings you calling now?"

"I came to offer you a chance at glory," the Klingon replied.  "You have had your chance to play at being a 'good little human', and look at where it has gotten you!  Bounced from ship to ship, only to have your latest posting destroyed in a most dishonorable fashion.  You should *"

"BIjatlh 'e' yImev!" K'Tan roared, smashing his fist on the desk before him.  "The destruction of the Tiberius was anything but dishonorable; she was destroyed to prevent the possible deaths of millions on Vulcan."

KoraQ held up his hands placatingly.  "MajQa', K'Tan.  I meant no disrespect.  But look at yourself, locked up in an office doing paperwork.  You may have the forehead of a QuchHa', but you are tlhIngan!  Men like you and I; we don't sit at desks and file reports, we conquer worlds!"   KoraQ gave a wink and quickly added "I meant 'conquer' in the figurative sense, of course." 

The man's features quickly settled into a more serious expression as he steepled his fingers on the desk before him.  "Let me cut to the chase.  The Defense force still wishes to welcome you to the fleet.  You could secure a position as first or second officer on any number of ships, and if you are still the tenacious torgot that I remember from our youth, I am certain that you would have your own command in no time.  What do you say, brother?"

"It is an interesting offer, but I must give it some thought," K'Tan replied.

"Very well.  In the meantime, I extend an invitation to you to dine with my senior staff and I this evening aboard my ship.  I have a cask of '49 that I've been eager to open, and we recently acquired a supply of fresh Gagh.  Still full of fight; never been in stasis."

K'Tan struggled to maintain a straight face as he considered the notion of eating food that could fight back.  By Kahless, I can't stand eating live food!, he thought.  "I would be honored to join you," he replied.

KoraQ gave a quick nod, then terminated the connection.  K'Tan sat back, staring numbly at the blank screen.  Seconds later, the 'Incoming Communique' icon began flashing insistently on his monitor.  "What now," he grumbled.  As he read the message, K'Tan felt a smile slowly forming-

To my former officers and crew,

It is with great pride and pleasure that I report that Starfleet Command has granted me a new ship. Though she is a smaller vessel than the Tiberius she will be perfect to complete our new mission. Command has tasked me with exploring a new section of the Beta Quadrant and I could not think of a better crew than many of you that I have served so proudly with.

I am currently in route to Vulcan to inspect my new ship. Hopefully your current duties have not taken you too far away because I wish you to return as a part of that new crew. Please contact me at your earliest opportunity so that we can discuss your new role in our new ship.

I look forward to serving with you all again. I expect to place some of you in new positions that better fit the fine skills that you have displayed both during the last hours of the Tiberius and the past few months. For those of you still on active duty, Starfleet has authorized your transfers pending your agreement to this new posting.

I look forward to working with you again. No, I look forward to having our family back together again. It will be on a new ship with some new faces, but hopefully this new ship can become a home to us all. I think that it's long past time for us to come home.

I hope to see you soon,

Captain Quinn

Feeling happier than he had at any point in the past year, K'Tan saved the message and stood up from his desk.  Looks like I've got quite a bit to think about, he mused silently. 

Joint post by Ricardocameron and Jen

Saryn left his office and followed the young extremist down the corridor to the 'meeting' with the Saapsigo. "Excuse me for saying so, Sir", the student remarked without looking directly at Saryn, "But I overheard some of your...conversation with your son and daughter. They bear such a strong physical resemblance to you, Master...it is regrettable that they do not manage their own emotions with the strength that you exhibit.  If this becomes well known, it may not bode well for your family". 

"If Vulcans allowed what they kept locked away inside themselves to show on their faces," thought Saryn, "there would be a leer on this young student's face."

Glancing to the escort Saryn replied, "thank you for your concern. However, it is not your affair.
You are young and easily swayed by strong tides... be mindful of the sources of those waves."

The escort abruptly stopped and turned to face Saryn. He felt the intensity of the young Vulcan's eyes attempting to drill into him. Keeping his voice even the student replied, "Strong Tides? Master, I am a follower of Surak, and a son of Vulcan." he declared proudly.  "The strong tide you speak so disparaging of, will keep our people from being crushed under Romulus's heel and diluted within the Federation's homogeny.  Surak's Teachings are the source of those waves, and though I have not yet undertaken the Kolinahr, I have reached an epiphany with regards to Surak's teachings. And to do that, as you know, one must have complete emotional control.  Those who do not, cannot say that they follow Surak's path."

"That... my son," said Saryn, "is debatable.  Forget not the edict that is the IDIC: 'Infinite diversity in infinite combinations'.  There are many paths to the summit of Mt. Seleya."

The student escort said nothing more after that, and they continued walking in silence. They arrived at a large, stately room, where the student left him with nothing more than curt nod.  Saryn patiently awaited the meeting, while Master Saapsigo finished a quiet conversation in his chambers with a Vulcan woman who was later introduced to him as T'Vras.

"Master Rayna, so pleased you could join us.  Please, sit", said Saapsigo graciously. "There are certain members among the staff who are unfit to teach our young people.  You may know of one in particular, newly appointed to the Academy, Master Sevryll."

"Hmmm...yes, I have heard of her, yet I have not made her acquaintance.  Your former bondmate, if I am not mistaken?"

Saapsigo's inflexible expression remained as cold as the desert at nightfall. Ignoring the question, he continued, "I have begun to investigate anecdotes that have now been verified and must be acted upon. He turned toward the woman and introduced her to Rayna. T'Vras gave him an account of her confrontation with Aria. Saapsigo interrupted, "This young woman who called Sevyll's children her siblings, vexes me. But it doesn't matter, the fact remains the young woman claimed relation, and the children are quite emotional. There is more testimony from a man who said Sevryll attacked him. He said she was well earlier in the day and when he saw her a few hours later she was enraged. And then there is the matter of her father's involvement with Unification." He lowered himself into a chair and folded his hands in his lap.

"A number of us are petitioning the administrators for Sevryll's dismissal." Once this has been achieved, Saapsigo thought to himself, we will seek the designation of 'Vrekasht'.


 He steepled his fingers and leaned forward to stress the importance of Rayna's collaboration. "Considering your own family's quandary, regarding your children's lack of emotional control, it would benefit you greatly to support our cause Master Rayna. Can we depend on your cooperation?"   

"We, Master Saapsigo?", asked Saryn, arching an eyebrow, "I see only the two of you.  I know nothing of these 'events' you speak of.  Is it customary to..."

Saapsigo cut him short.  "I assure you, Master Rayna, as a temporary instructor at the Academy, you do not fully understand the future implications of Master Sevryll's continued tenure here."  Saapsigo smiled inwardly, convinced he had the upper hand, "You may disagree, but the action will be taken with or without your support.  The students, your children among them, require proper guidance... Surak's guidance. Of course, I understand your hesitation to speak against her, what with the reputation of your own family; your children, T'Kara, here at Shikahr, and Soryn at the Science Academy. It would be 'uncomfortable' for your career and the rest of your time at Shikahr, if that was brought to light.  Surely you agree?"

Saryn said nothing immediately, and instead carefully considered what Saapsigo had just said.  The silence was tangible between them as Saapsigo and T'Vras leveled a steady gaze at him for what seemed like eons, awaiting his response.

Saryn looked up at them and stated simply,"I will support you in this matter."

"A well made choice, Master Saryn.  Thank you for your cooperation", said Saapsigo.  "We will re-convene tomorrow, at this time, and record your formal testimony."

Saryn nodded at T'vras and Saapsigo, and rose to leave. "One more thing, Master Saryn," said Saapsigo in an undertone that bore thick frost.  "I trust you will no longer neglect your children's emotional guidance...I would see our Academy free from further disruptions, and for the rest of your time here, our future conferences free from discord."

"Of course", Saryn replied, and he turned to leave the two to conspire alone.
Saryn walked briskly back towards his quarters, and once home he immediately contacted Sevryll. 

"Master Sevryll," he began,"there is a matter of great urgency I must relate to you..."


The next day, Sevryll carefully considered the warning sent to her by her colleague. Her brows dipped, forming a frown. What would she do to combat this injustice? The only person who could understand the dilemma she faced was her great grandmother...

They were supposed to be on their way to the Vulcan Shipyards to interview for possible posting on a brand new ship, but this was something which simply needed to be addressed.

Korridan pointed toward the shuttle, "This is a Vulcan shuttlecraft."  Shyn agreed, "Yes it is."  He glared at her, "In other words it is NOT a Federation runabout."  She agreed, "No it is not."  He pointed toward the Port Authority building, "He is a Vulcan, I rather doubt that he could mistake a shuttle for a runabout."  She agreed, "That would seem rather unlikely."  "So therefore the fact that there is no runabout here," pointing toward the landing pad, "where we left it; would lead me to believe that you," he pointed to her, "must have something to do with this!"

"Well I..." Shyn attempted.  "Lost it?" He interupted.  She shook her head.  "Crashed it?" he tried.  She shook her head.  Waving his hands about, "Well then what?"  She choked out, "I parted it out..."  He blinked, "You what?"  She continued, "And then I sold it."  He stood silent, stunned, not knowing what to say.

He asked incredulous, "You sent our runabout to a chop shop?"  She nervously nodded.  He shook his head, "How would you even know how to find a chop shop?"  He started pacing, "How would you even know what a chop shop is...?"  He stopped pacing, and glared at her, "YUKI!"

Shyn tried to look offended, "No, this was all my..."  He cut her off, "Yeah right, and Ferengi make great Volleyball players!"  Wagging a finger in her face, "There is no way you could have pulled this off without Yuki's help."  He threw his hands up, "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble Keryn and Kira are going to be in if this leaks out?"  He started pacing again, shaking his head.

Shyn weakly said, "My friend and I already took care of that..."  She gestured toward the Port Authority Building.  He glared at her, "This I have got to hear..."  Shyn explained, "It was already recorded as impounded and Quarantined, so we simply updated the reports to show it as a level 5 quarantine, and as having received severe engine damage in transit to Vulcan,"  She smiled, "Starfleet ordered it scraped."  Korridan looked puzzled, "What?"  Shyn calmly explained, "It was an old Danube class, it would have cost more to have it repaired and decontaminated than it was worth."  Korridan still looked a little perplexed.  She explained further, "It was simply cheaper and easier for Starfleet to send Kira a new runabout, and she is even getting a newer model."  She smiled.

Korridan looked at her, "You are really pleased with yourself aren't you?"  She looked sheepish.  "Here I am trying to mold you into a respectable constructive member of Starfleet, and you go and fence a runabout to ..."  He stopped; a look of worry crossed his face, "What did you do with the credits?"  Shyn looked away.

Korridan deflated, "Don't tell me you have gambling debts..."  Shyn looked angry, "This is not about me!"  He looked at her with jaded eyes.  "Okay maybe it," she seemed confused, "no it is not, I er, aaaargghh..."  She glared at the landing pad, avoiding his stare.  He wondered what she was up to, and why Yuki would be involved.

Realization hit him, "This is about the Magistrate isn't it?"  She nodded.  "Alright," he sighed, "tell me what you did..."

"I started a foundation in his name," she stated, "to fund research and awareness about Bendii Syndrome."  He nodded, "nice."  "I placed credits into a Certificate of Deposit," she nodded toward the building,"when he dies, my friend will withdraw the money and give it to the widow, claiming it is donations from his former employees," she smiled lightly,"it should be enough to cover funeral arrangements and defray any medical expenses she may have incurred."

"And the rest I gave to various charities and campaign funds," she continued,"to elicit promises from various politicians to speak at his funeral."  Shyn finished, "This should be enough to secure the widows estate and put her in a strong enough political position to stave off any rivals or enemies."  Korridan nodded, knowing what she meant by that.

He boarded the shuttle, and prepped it for flight, saying nothing to his companion.  He did not want to be late for his interview.  He was not sure what to about this rash act of hers and Yuki's.  It was compassionate, but reckless.  It was not a random violent act like when she trashed Quarks bar.  It was more of a Robin Hood kind of act, was there room for that sort of thing in the Federation?

With a disorienting, almost painful electric tingling, K'Tan materialized on the dimly lit bridge of the Bird Of Prey.  He took a moment to center himself as the effects of transport slowly wore off; his skin felt as though it had been given a brisk scrubbing by coarse sandpaper.  Man, I'd forgotten how brutal Klingon transporter tech can be, he thought to himself.  Comfort was definitely NOT high on the list of concerns for Klingon engineers. 

As the tingling in his skin subsided, K'Tan became aware of a pervasive, cloying odor; a smell that brought to mind burnt insulation, machine lubricant,and half-rotted food.  Underlying these smells was an earthy, peaty odor, undercut with an incongruous hint of lilac.  He inhaled deeply, and scanned quickly to the left and right, trying to see through the red, haze infused lighting.    As he slowly adjusted to the darkness, he became aware of the eyes of the bridge crew focusing on him; some with curiosity, others with open hostility.  K'Tan made it a point to fiercely return the more challenging stares, glaring back until the challengers averted their eyes.  Just like back home, he thought with a grin of nostalgia. 

Anticipating the vigor of his brother's welcoming greeting, K'Tan threw back a handful of extra-strength analgesic pills, grinding them into a bitter paste and swallowing as he approached the captain's chair. 

Like a king on a throne, towering over all his subjects, was the massive, scarred form of his older brother, KoraQ'.  The Klingon captain's armor bore the dents and pits of innumerable battles, and the unmarred portions gleamed coldly in the blood-red bridge lighting.  Draped over one shoulder was a thick, targ-hide cape; the fur of the cape shone with an oily sheen.  With a booming laugh of glee, KoraQ' leaped from the command chair and grasped K'Tan by both his shoulders, lifting the six-foot plus Lieutenant until his toes barely scraped the deck.  Wearing a grin like a child on Christmas morning, KoraQ' threw back his head and bellowed "'oy' DaSIQjaj!" ; he then brought his head forward violently, smashing his forehead into K'Tan's with a deafening KRAK.  K'Tan returned   KoraQ's feral smile with a grin of his own as he was lowered back onto the deck.

"May you endure the pain as well, KoraQ'," K'Tan said, returning his brother's traditional greeting.  "It is good to see you again."

"Indeed; The Great Claw and The Little Claw are together again, just like old times!" KoraQ' laughed.  K'Tan couldn't help but wince at hearing his old childhood nickname.  Noticing his brother's discomfort, KoraQ' laughed even louder, then raised an arm as large and gnarled as a tree-trunk to point at an officer at the tactical station.  "Turok, you have the bridge." 

"Luq!" the man replied, bowing his head smartly as he headed to the command chair.

KoraQ' then clapped K'Tan on the shoulder, saying, "Come with me, Little Claw; it is time to eat!" 

K'Tan followed the towering Klingon as he headed for a doorway at the rear of the bridge, scowling silently.  "The name is 'K'Tan; it means 'young claw', not 'little claw'," he grumbled to himself.

Joint post Pt.I, by Jen and Just X

Aeric had spent a lifetime in another timeline, living among this family, but he had never once met the woman who had called for them. She had faded from the limelight centuries ago and in his ignorance, Aeric assumed that she had long passed to join her ancestors in the Hall Of Voices. He was honored that they would ask him to come with them— for though he knew them well, they had only known him a single year.

He carried the small half-vulcan toddler in his arms as he followed the small group into the temple. The sound of their footsteps accompanied them as they proceeded through the majestic halls of Mount Selea. After some time, they entered a domicile wing and the great hall echoed with the groan of ancient hinges as the double doors were opened. Beyond them was a section that was traditionally assigned to the most eminent of individuals. T'Pau had once lived there, yet after her passing it was offered to a wise and ancient woman who had seen centuries of change, not only on Vulcan, but within the Federation as well. Aeric marveled at the relics that rested within the chamber. Artifacts from bygone eras were displayed in conjunction with images that were taken at the signing of the Federation charter. A wealth of history resided there in both the ancient items and the elderly woman who had, in her later years, become an advisor to her people. Aeric's eye fell on a peculiar object that seemed out of place amongst the relics, and he paused momentarily to study it closer. A curious smile spread across his face as he glanced from the figurine to Sevryll for explanation.

"A gift from the Tucker family," she stated simply as she glanced at the sculpted figure of Frankenstein's monster. Aeric nodded, though he wasn't quite sure why they would give such an odd gift.

"How are you holding up?" he asked as they continued down the dimly lit corridor. Sevryll wasn't quite certain how to answer his inquiry and so an awkward silence was her only response.

She had spent many years, as a child, at the woman's feet, absorbing her wisdom and drawing inspiration from her stories of her time on the Enterprise. Sevryll found the elderly woman to be a kindred spirit and as she grew into womanhood, she and her great grandmother had spent much time together at Mount Sela.

Aria glanced from her mother to her father. The young clone had only met T'Pol, once when Sevryll had taken she and her younger siblings to Mount Sela a few months prior. They had spent several hours in her company and afterwards, Aria was left with a broader understanding, of the family she was now apart of.

"This might be a difficult day for you given the potential for emotional conflict. Don't hesitate to look to us for support in this," said Aeric in a low tone, as he stepped to Sevryll's side.

He didn't know how else to put it. Loss was one of the hardest feelings for most people to manage--it was an inevitable hardship of the heart; and though Sevryll now shared the vast range of feelings that emotional beings felt, her experience in dealing with them was limited and he was concerned for his friend's well being.

Beth looked up at her adopted father with the curiosity of an entire people apparent in her eyes, and  held a smile that could have cut through the darkness itself.

Quinn sat quietly in a shuttle pod looking over Starfleet crewmen records. He had received many communiqués from former Tiberius crewmen who were more then happy to re-join his crew. Though his crew would be smaller there were still several key position that needed to be filled. He read record after record and slowly started to build his new crew. Ensign Deklin who was piloting the shuttle turned to Quinn. "Sir we are one hour out from Vulcan." Quinn smiled, nodded and said "Thank you Ensign," and returned to his padd.

Joint post part II by Jen and Just X
Aeric tried to keep his emotions in check out of courtesy to the company he kept. Secretly, he was concerned with the possible fallout regarding his newly adopted daughter. He had grown attached to the girl and she was now as much his own as Aria was. He could only hope that T'Pol did not contest his parenting of the child.

"Father, are you alright?" Aria quietly asked as they moved slowly down towards the main foyer.


"Just a bit nervous," Aeric said. "I didn't know that she was alive and now I feel like I've denied her several months with the child that she never had the opportunity to know. They waited at the entrance to T'Pol's quarters as Sevryll and her father were ushered inside.

The afternoon bathed the room in a wash of sunlight, and created a golden halo around the woman seated in a large chair near the window. As the two approached, a weak voice called out, "Krell?" Her frail hands griped the armrest as she attempted to push herself off the seat.

Krell could not answer, for he was still unable to adequately form words—Sevryll answered for him, "Yes, grandmother. Please, do not stand." She helped her father into a nearby chair. The elderly Vulcan was a shadow of the woman she once was, but her shining eyes still reflected vitality. She stretched her hand towards Sevryll, gesturing her to come nearer. The slender Vulcan stepped forward and knelt close to her grandmother's side, so that T'Pol could see and hear her clearly.

"Peace and long life," whispered the elder Vulcan to the woman who had shared so many conversations with her over the years. Sevryll considered repeating the greeting, and determined it would be obtuse, for T'Pol was at the end of her life, and the only thing left to wish for her was serenity.

Sevryll replied softly, "Peace, grandmother. I have brought others to see you." She said, motioning toward the doorway where the rest of the group waited courteously for an invitation to enter. T'Pol narrowed her ancient eyes, in an attempt see those Sevryll had spoken of.

After a minute she raised her brows in realization, "please, come in," she said warmly.

M'Rynn and N'Vall broke from Aria's hands and rushed before the woman they had come to visit several times before. "Hello," said N'Vall with a smile.

"I am pleased that you came," she said to the children, and glanced to Aria, "and you as well."

"I hope that you are doing well today," Aria said as she inclined her head to T'Pol and offer her a slight smile. She was happy to see her, and did not attempt to hide those feelings.

T'Pol noted the expression and nodded courteously. Then greeted the others. "It is an honor to meet you T'Pol," Aeric said as he pushed the sand colored hood from his head. "As a child, I grew up hearing stories about you and your many adventures. I regret that it has taken us this long to meet."

The aged woman glanced to Sevryll and whispered, "who is he?"

"A friend," she replied, "Aria's father."

He smiled as Beth stared inquisitively at the woman. Even in her advanced years, T'Pol held a demeanor that demanded admiration. He could see that despite the difference in age, the two shared the same beautiful eyes. There were so many questions he wanted to ask the woman before him. And there were things that he needed to tell her that he could not begin to find the words for.

"Welcome," she said. "Is the young one your daughter as well?"
Sevryll looked to Aeric who's expression, no matter how impassive he attempted to make it, he still communicated thoughts as fluidly as Data PADD. Sevryll turned to T'Pol, "this is his adopted daughter." She paused as the elderly woman studied the smiling toddler. "Do you remember when I told you about Aria, and how she came to be?  You told me that you understood, because you also were given a daughter in this way."

"Yes." She replied—confusion coating her words.

Sevryll nodded towards the girl "Grandmother, this child is Elizabeth...your daughter." T'Pol's etched features trembled as she stared in disbelief at the girl holding Aeric's hand.

Sevryll turned to Beth and spoke gently to the girl, "Beth, this is T'Pol, come say hello." The little girl glanced curiously up at her father as he walked her to the chair where T'Pol sat. The elderly woman's, eyes remained on Beth as she asked to hold the toddler.


Aeric smiled slightly as he lifted the child into her lap. "Beth is from the past... I believe her arrival here was an attempt to balance the temporal equation—individuals who safeguard the future, brought her to me. I would be more than happy to answer any questions you have, but I wasn't given any details when I received her, other than who she was and that they corrected the genetic flaws that ended her life in the past."

Aria quietly noted the information that her father shared. In yet another timeline, this infant was her father's mentor and guardian. Now the roles were reversed. Before Elizabeth's sudden appearance, Aria had wondered if there was a way to save Elizabeth from her fate without altering the timeline. It was the very subject that she planed to base her upcoming thesis on. The young clone wondered if Beth's arrival was a part of some strange grandfather paradox and hoped that she was the individual from the future that had given this gift to T'Pol and her father.

The toddler touched T'Pol's weathered face as a tear betrayed the woman's resolve and plunged towards the floor. Glancing to Aeirc, T'Pol mouthed the words, "thank you."

Doctor Peterson, returned to his apartment overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, he began cooking dinner. Casey had taken up the long lost art of Cooking during his reassignment on Earth.

Although he did not mind replicator food, he had discovered a greater satisfaction from actually gathering the ingredients and making the food himself. To that end, the doctor had his apartment equipped with a fridge and stove so that he could cook from time to time.

This evenings dinner was to be something special, he was preparing an old fashioned turkey dinner with all the trimmings. He had decided to prepare the turkey according to the directions from a 20th century cook book he had acquired specially for this occasion.

Peterson had just finished stuffing this turkey with, a laundry list of unreplicated ingredients which included a combination of  bread, onions, butter, salt and pepper, almonds ,chicken stalk and pork sausage, and mixed it all together with a combination of ginger, cranberries and other spices. Casey only had to replicate a few ingredients that he could not find through traditional sources

With that done he placed, the bird in the oven, and began to prepare the other dishes that he was going to serve. He was nervous about how the evening would turn out. He new how Darcy O'leary felt about Myella, Casey was using this meal as a way to break the news to his in-laws that he and Myella would be reassigned.

Peterson continued to prepare the dishes he would serve including, butternut squash, mashed potatoes and gravy, Pumpkin Pie and Sweet Potato Pie.

The doctor had laid the table out nicely with a blue velvet tablecloth and he sat the table with an ornate plate setting that they had received as a wedding gift. He complemented this with some crystal goblets and hand picked roses that he had grown in his hydroponics garden.

It had only taken a few hours for the apartment to come  alive with the smell of the roasted Turkey. The scents of Nutmeg and Cinnamon hung heavy in the air and infused every room with their aroma.

With the meal in the final stages, all he had left to do was sit down and think of how he would break the news of the transfers.

Dr. Peterson thought over differrent ways of bringing up the assignment to Myella's Parents. They had just got used to their daughter being a married women, and now they would have to deal with the worry of their daughter being away from home for an extended period of time.

This left Casey with a knot in his stomach and he decided that he would hold off on telling them about the reassignment until he had heard from his former Captain. At least this way, Peterson thought that he would at least be able to tell Myella's parents something about their posting, which might make the separation a little easier to handle.

The doctor continued to watch over the dishes he was preparing for dinner, and hoped that his wife and her parents would enjoy the dishes he was preparing.

Casey really felt like a chef, he was dressed up in a 20th century styled chef outfit, all that he was missing was the hat and the scarf, that 20th century chefs used to wear in executive class hotels. The doctor laughed out as he mused I would have made a great chef.

All this preparation and mixing of ingredients brought him back to the days of his first and second year pharmacology classes that he took at Starfleet Medical.

Casey finished his food preparation and inhaled the succulent fumes that emanated from his kitchen. He poured himself a tall glass of Romulan ale that he kept for purely medicinal purposes and waited nervously for everyone to arrive.

David was a little nervous. When someone is called anywhere it mean they are need for a reason, hopefully good, but with the past few days David wasn't sure if he could be in a trouble from his return of the rock. He stepped into the room, the Admiral sat waiting.
"Sir, you called."
"Yes, Reese, sit down." His voice seemed friendly enough, maybe it was just wishful thinking. "I been ask to look over your graduation requirement."
"Yes, sir."
"You have a problem." David began to get nervous at his words. David tried to think of what to say. He didn't know whether to defend himself or not. Before he did the Admiral filled him in, "You haven't completed one of your tests."
A sense of relief came over David, "Which test?"
"The fear test. What's your deepest fear?"
"Ah, tight spaces I would think."
"Good luck then, the test will begin at a random time. Probably when and where you least expect it so don't go looking for it," the Admiral said dismissing David with his hand.
"Thankyou, sir." David said getting excited, his last test and he would be on the road to completion. David slipped out of the room. The Admiral watched him leave, he knew very well what David was about to have to deal with. "The fear of tight space would be completely forgotten when all this over," he said quietly to himself.

A hand slapped on Joe's shoulder and a familiar voice drifted up from beind
"Been burning the candle at both ends aye?"
Joe turned round to see Commander Potter's beaming old face.
"What have you been up to? You look terrible"
Joe offered the empty bar stool next to him for AJ to sit on.
"Cricket"
AJ Potter laughed "I knew you would appreciate the game. Would have joined you but some important business has come about that I think you will be interested in."
Joe put his glass down and turned slightly to AJ. "Go on"
Potter waved at the barman "I'll have what he's having"
The barman smiled and put a coaster down in front of AJ "So you want a double tomato juice with Tabasco, Worcester Sauce and ground coffee then?
AJ looked at Joe "You are kidding me right"
Joe took a gulp of the reddish brown liquid "Nope mate. Best cure for a hangover. Best served cold"
AJ waved the barman back and ordered a normal straight coffee. Turning back to Joe who was now wiping the remains of some half crushed coffee beans from his lips "Joe things are moving a bit quicker than we thought, and for the best I may add. Captain Quinn, my godson has been offered command of a new ship. He is eager, as always to get started. I believe he has contacted his old crew and he will be looking for new additions.
The fresh coffee was placed in front of AJ and before he could pay Joe thrust a credit note in front of the Barman "I owe him a drink and by the sound of this news I'll be buying you several more later on"
AJ took a sip.
"Hmm, nice. Now look, Nathan has some important roles to fill. I won't say anymore because it's not my place to. But be ready Joe, this is your chance to get back onto a ship doing what you love."
Joe leaned back "That sounds great mate. We've still got time for a few beers though aye"
The barman placed the quickly ordered beers down in front of the two old friends. AJ clinked his glass against Joes "I know you are still in pain over Juliette and the boys but you must not let this affect your work"
Joe looked at him and smiled "I have always been professional AJ you know that. I still feel angry and that'll need sorting I guess, especially the ... well, oh look here's to the future" Joe raised his glass again and they toasted each other.
AJ knocked back the remaining beer in his glass and pointed it at the barman to get another round in, he looked at Joe.
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to be drinking that tomato concoction tomorrow morning"

Aeric sat at his desk as he ended his briefing with the admiral. Unlike his previous briefings, this was more about his career than about the progress of the shipyard. The brass made it clear that they were impressed with what he had done, but suggested that he could be of better use in the field again. He knew that Quinn was in route to collect his new ship, but they still hadn't told the commander of operations what ship that would be.

The Itasca-A, Arabella, and Atlantis were finally complete. Their new names shined on their hulls and knowing that they completed the work made him smile, but he needed to make a choice. He needed to decide where to go in his career. His talks with Aria and Sevryll were enlightening. They didn't quite have all the answers that he was looking for, but they did give him enough to make up his mind.

Aeric's thoughts were interrupted by the chime of the communications systems.

"Commander James here." He said after a quick tap of his badge.

"Sir, this is Lieutenant Oslag," the male said. "Command has just issued their latest assignment sheet. We have three more captains in route and they want us to make sure that the Katana and Intrepid II's were ready for assignment."

"Thank you Lieutenant," Aeric replied. "I'm sure that we are on track, but inform the construction teams that I will be doing a walk through on all ships starting with the Atlantis."

"Aye sir, Oslag out."

K'Tan and KoraQ' made their way down a corridor traversing the neck of the Bird Of Prey, their boots clanging loudly on the metal grating which made up the floor of the hallway.  K'Tan's hand strayed to his belt, confirming that his Dak'Tagh still rested in its sheath.  Near the end of the corridor, in a recess to the left, were a pair of tarnished metallic doors.  As the pair drew near, the doors parted with a screeching hiss. 

K'Tan's ears were immediately assaulted by a cacophony of loud talking and enthusiastic laughter, counterpointed by the clang of metal tankards and serving platters being slammed about on metal tables.  KoraQ' stooped slightly to avoid bumping his head, and strode purposefully into the mess hall.   K'Tan followed with his head held high in an almost defiant posture. 

The mess hall was larger than K'Tan would have expected for such a small ship; three long, wrought-iron tables stretched the length of the room.  Starkly functional metal benches flanked each table, one on each side, providing six rows of seating.  Each bench was nearly filled to capacity with klingon men and women of various rank, each gripping  huge metal tankards which, judging by the smell, were filled with bloodwine.  At the end of the room, standing on a slightly raised platform, was a smaller, solitary table.  That must be the captain's table, K'Tan thought to himself.

As K'Tan stepped into the room, a cloak of silence suddenly fell, and all eyes turned towards him.  From the end of one of the benches, he heard a warrior utter an indignant curse.  The fellow's companions urged him to quiet down, but to no avail.  With a growl of rage, he rose from his seat and threw his tankard to the floor.  As the mug clattered on the metal deck, the warrior left his table and stalked angrily towards K'Tan.

KoraQ' leaned down and whispered to K'Tan. "That petaQ is Lt. Mempa.  He is a worthless piece of baktag; more interested in getting drunk and chasing after the female crew members than attending to his duty.  I've wanted to get rid of him for several turns, but his house has considerable influence on the high council."  He gave K'Tan a conspiratorial wink.  "I would not be upset if you sent his worthless hide to Grethor." 

KoraQ' then strode to the captain's table, leaving K'Tan to deal with the approaching warrior on his own.

The irate warrior stopped less than a meter from K'Tan, and slowly looked him up and down.  As he took in the pristine, unblemished leathers and armor K'Tan wore, his lip curled with a sneer of disdain.  Turning towards the quietly watching crowd, he gestured dismissively towards K'Tan.  "This ko'tal dares wear the uniform of a true Klingon, but his head is as smooth as an earther's!  I thought that all of the QuchHa' had died out, but I guess I was wrong!"

QuchHa'.  K'Tan felt his face heat with rage at the utterance of the word. 

The QuchHa' were a small group of Klingons within the Klingon Empire who, due to a genetic experiment many generations ago, had a more human appearance than the majority of Klingons.  Known as 'The Unhappy Ones', they were largely considered to be second class citizens, and were often relegated to doing the Empire's dirty work.  Some managed to make their way into the defense force, where they served as cannon fodder.  A few had even managed to make a name for themselves despite their human appearance; legendary heroes like Koloth, Kang, and the honorable Dar Master Kor. But despite the achievements of these disfigured warriors, the smooth-headed Klingons were considered inferior beings, and had eventually been segregated onto the most remote backwater planets of the Empire.   

K'Tan couldn't help but chuckle.  Growing up on Askive, his peers had all assumed that he was QuchHa'; that he was some unfortunate orphan adopted by the house of Gal.  He couldn't help but wonder if he would have been more accepted had it been known that he wasn't QuchHa', but human. 

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you,  bIHnuch!", Mempa yelled.  "If you would presume to dine with your betters, then at least try to carry yourself like a warrior!" 

K'Tan let loose a sigh of resignation, then with lightening quickness, drew back and struck Mempa on the side of the face, making sure to hit with the open palm of his hand.  By choosing to slap Mempa, rather than strike him with his fist, K'Tan intentionally delivered a mortal insult to the man.  Among the warrior caste, a slap in the face was the same as saying 'you are less than nothing to me; you are not worth the effort'.

K'Tan's insult had the expected result. 

With an animalistic cry of rage, Mempa drew his dagger and lunged at K'Tan. 

Having endured more duels in his turbulent childhood than most Klingons, K'Tan found it relatively easy to dodge the larger man's attack, stepping quickly to the side and grasping him by his wrist and elbow.  Using a classic Mok'bara move, K'Tan  then turned to present his back to his assailant, never releasing his grip on the man's arm.  In the same fluid motion, K'Tan dropped to one knee, and using the momentum of Mempa's attack against him, flipped the outraged Klingon over his shoulder.  As Mempa completed his short trip through the air, the bones of his immobilized elbow broke with an audible snap.  Mempa's flip ended with him landing back-first on his own hyper-extended arm, and the dagger still grasped in his hand.   

K'Tan quickly stood and stepped away from Mempa, who lay on the deck face up; one arm out to the side, the other bent and tucked behind his back.  Protruding from his chest was the gleaming point of his own dagger. 

As the light of consciousness quickly fled Mempa's eyes, K'Tan knelt by his side, ready to provide a traditional yell of warning to announce the fallen warrior's passage into the afterlife.  He was stopped short by the heavy hand of KoraQ' coming to rest on his shoulder.  "Don't bother," KoraQ' said.  "This PetaQ won't be going to Sto-Vo-Kor."

The room suddenly erupted into rough cheers, laughter, and shouts of "QAPLA'!".  KoraQ' grabbed K'Tan by the arm and guided him towards the captain's table.  As they crossed the room, he motioned to a nearby Bekk.  "Take care of the body," he said to the crewman, then thrust a full tankard of bloodwine into K'Tan's hand. 

"Come along, brother," he said with a smile.  "While we eat, perhaps we can discuss your plans for the future!"

Joint Post Startrekfanatic5 & Just X

Aeric smiled as the transport chief reported that Quinn had been safely transported to the ship and was currently on route to the bridge. He would have met him at the transporter room, but he had only received the orders minutes ago that the finished Intrepid II class starship, the USS Arabella, would be the captain's new ship. As commander of the fleet yard, it was Commander James' duty and honor to give the captain a tour of the new vessel.

Aeric adjusted his uniform as the turbolift doors opened.

"Captain on deck!" shouted one of the numerous crewmen that were currently running diagnostics on the completed systems.

"Captain Quinn, it's great to see you again." Aeric smiled and said as he moved to intercept the man. "Welcome to the first Intrepid II starship to be completed at the Vulcan Fleet Yard. I can assure you that she is one of the finest ships in the fleet."

Aeric, like the rest of the construction team, was proud of the work that they had done on the ship. He had hoped that she would have a fine captain and he could not imagine one more fine than the man that stood before him.

"Thank you Lt, she's a beauty from what little I have seen. How is she different from the original Intrepid Class ships?" Quinn asked as James showed him around the bridge.

"First off, her weapons and defenses are top of the line," Aeric started. "She has Type XII phasers, a pair of forward mounted pulse cannons, and regenerative shielding."

"Very impressive, but her first mission won't be in battle, but an exploration. Can she handle deep space exploration?" Quinn asked as he walked towards the Captain's chair.

Aeric motioned for Quinn to take his chair for the first time as he continued. "She has state of the art labs including Astrometrics and a holographic lab. Her sensors are technological updates of the already advanced sensor package of the Intrepid class. She has an additional shuttle bay and increased power and speed. She is build to not only explore the unknown, she's made so that she can make it back home."

Quinn smile broadened. "She sounds like an  exceptional ship, you guys have out done yourself. This will be the perfect ship to put our family back together. Speaking of our family I have yet to receive your response to my request to rejoin my crew?"

"Honestly, I would love to join the new crew as my duties here are ending, but I need to first make sure that you are comfortable with my having my daughters aboard. Beth is just a toddler, but I'm sure that Aria would want a chance to contribute if she has to move again." Aeric said as he showed Quinn the ships specifications and his ability to rapidly access key systems from his command console.

Quinn shook his head, " Of course your family will be welcomed aboard, and I'm sure we can find a position for Aria, she proved herself as a value member of our crew. So what do you say?"

James smiled "If I am to serve on any ship right now, I couldn't think of a finer ship or a better captain."

Quinn grasped James' shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "That's great to hear, why don't we finish our tour, I would like to see more of this beautiful ship. Once I'm done here and have to go down to the planet and speak with my former First Officer."

"I think you should. With things going the way they are on Vulcan, she needs a good place that the twins can call home." Aeric said as he walked with Quinn towards the turbolift. It wasn't the size of an Akira class, but it had everything that Quinn would need to fulfill the mission that he was issued. "I think that she could use another friend now. Especially someone with the power to get her away from these problems."

Commander James rose from his latest communications with Starfleet. He had informed them of his decision to return to the stars and out from behind his desk. While he enjoyed the duty, he was still young, there was a galaxy to see and he was going to see as much of it as he could. It was only through exploring the unexplored and making new contact would he discover the things that he had not considered.

He had already confirmed his acceptance with Quinn and informed Aria of his decision. He wanted to wait before speaking to Sevryll until after the captain had talked to her.

Aeric started to make his way towards his small quarters on the station. He would have to pack the things from his home on Vulcan and his quarters there, but that would also give his teams the time to move the Aurora to the Arabella and configure the new bay to support her advanced functions.

In his talks with Quinn, they had discussed his new postion on the ship and he could not have felt more honored. This was a postion that not only utilized his skills, but showed him how much he meant to the ship and the returning crew.

Now all he needed to was pack and make sure his new quarters were baby proof.

Joint Post by Institches and Jen
"I hope I'm not overstepping myself", Spring thought, as she reread her deliberately mysterious communique. "Just a set of transporter coordinates and an informal Mackie. But she sounded playful, she used my nickname, and I never picked up a formal scent from her, even when she was acting as an officer." She nodded to herself and sent the message.

Noting the biting insects, Spring sent out a scent that warned them that she was poisonous. During one of the Academy training exercises, she had been in a holo-desert where the nasty little things had been programmed to ignore her scent. She had been stung, bitten, and gained an understanding of her classmates woes, but this was the real world and she was determined to use her natural advantages here.

She dropped the map by the given coordinates, shouldered her backpack, and ambled into the jungle. There was a whiff of "Blue Suede Shoes" mixed in with the citronella.

Ryla was an early riser... Well, actually Drett was—it was one of the only habits Ryla gained from the symbiont. She checked her messages once more to confirm the coordinates that Spring "Mackie" Farmer had sent her, and then headed to the transporter station across the street from her apartment. A few short minutes later, she materialize at Mackie's coordinates and found the map she left for her. Ryla smiled, "Ah...a cave... This is going to be a good cup joe." She hiked on for some time until she stood before the hourglass mouth of Actun Tunichil Muknal cave in Belize. A moment after she appeared, the birds quieted their songs. The jungle humidity was heavy and the insects were thick as they buzzed annoyingly about her.  She was glad that she remembered to take her oral repellent. Trills were highly allergic to insect bites—the toxins tended to impede the biochemical links between host and symbiont, which could be life-threatening. She swatted at the bugs and blew them out of her mouth as she trudged towards the grotto.

It seemed that the only way in, was to swim through a cold jade river that flowed through the cave. Ryla took off her boots, stuffed them into her waterproof backpack and carefully navigated the sharp and slippery edges as she waded into the pool. Soon after entering, the water became deep—forcing her to swim for the next six hundred meters. After reaching the first rock shelf, the water depth alternated  from ankle deep to just over her head. She ascended two or three meters to a second shelf above the river, and from that point forward she remained barefoot, for the cave was hallowed ground to the local Mayans and she honored them by following their customs.

It wasn't long before Ryla sensed the heavenly aroma of coffee mixed with the earthy smell of the dank cavern.   "Hello?" she called out; her voice reverberating in the limestone chamber.

Two cloaked figures stoop in the centre of a dark room. Electric blue light dart behind them. The taller of the two walk towards a desk and waved his hand over the surface
"Open"
The lid opened and a gold rush of light penetrated the room.
The tall man tapped his colleague on the elbow to walk closer to the light.
"Do you see what this means? I have helped create such awful anger in a man, who, is part of me."
The colleague's hood looked up "You must forget this man. Why do you continue to seek him out?"
The tall hooded figure closed the lid and the room once again went dark
"Because he is my brother"

Ensign Dunn sat alone in his quarters on Vulcan. They were spartan to put it mildly. K'tan had insisted they keep a low profile while working to discover their target but now it was just plain dreary. He had been planning to see K'tan that afternoon, but K'tan left him a brief message that he would be off planet for a day or so. He could remeber hoping for peace and solitude following the Tiberius incident, but now a year later, the thrill of working with K'tan had left him desiring adventure even more. Where ever K'tan was or was going, he hoped he would be able to follow.

Casey had finished checking the pots boiling on the stove, the Sweet Potato and Pumpkin pies sat on the counter cooling. The steam that rose off of them was accompanied by the odours of Nutmeg, Allspice and Cinnamon which intermingled above the ceiling and was now becoming quite strong. It gave the apartment a pleasant and welcoming smell.

All Peterson had to do now was select the wine that he would serve with dinner and wait for the timer to go off so that he could pull the Turkey out of the oven to cool.

The smells brought back a passage from a 20th century cookbook he read from someone named Julia Child.

"One does not only eat with their mouth, but also with their eyes and nose as well"

Casey stepped back to the living room to take in all he had accomplished this day and thought to himself: This is what it must have felt like for a chef back in the 20th century when he had completed a successful dinner service. He was proud of himself and really hoped that it would taste as well as it smelled and looked, as he did not want to disappoint his wife and In-Laws.

Myella had called to say she would be home shortly so all Peterson could do now was wait for Myella and his In-laws to Arrive..

"Are you certain Marie?  Your young, and 'jumping back on the horse' to use a human phrase may not be the best thing.  I don't want you doing this for me.  It has to be because you want it too."  Zremm said, his twin antennae perked up ready to hear the reply of the young woman seated next to the blue skinned Andorian.

"Well, I have to admit after we first received Captain Quinn's message I didn't know exactly how I felt.  So many memories came back that I have been able to push away during our recent leave time.  I almost died Zremm!"  Marie Barton said, her face looking slightly haunted.

"I know Marie.  But you didn't.  And your fine now.  But to use another expression I know some wounds run deeper than others."  He said as he held her hand in his.

"But maybe what you said earlier is right.  Maybe the only way to work through this is to face it.  I just don't know.  So many feelings to sort out."  The young woman said, even as her eyes moistened as she looked at the person she had become so close to in such a short time.

"I feel I have to go Marie.  I'm uncertain Sevryll will be coming back and the Captain is going to need as many science officers he can find on this Beta Quadrant mission.  But you know I will understand if you decide to take a different assignment.  One with less history and memories behind it."  He said, trying to keep his voice steady and brave while inside the thought of leaving Marie was tearing him up already.

"I know.  It's one of the things I love most about you, your loyalty.  In fact, besides your cute blue behind it might be my favorite thing about you Zremm.  Hehe!"  She said, smiling and trying to lighten the mood and tension in their room at the resort on Andoria.

"Really Ms. Barton.  And I thought you just enjoyed gifted scientific mind and sparkling personality."  Zremm said as he began to tickle the young ensign.  She tried to return the favor, but had discovered that Andorians in general were not very ticklish. 

After a few minutes of play, Marie just hugged Zremm and held him without speaking for several minutes.  He started to feel tears running down his neck and pulled back from Marie a little.  He knew her answer before she spoke.

"I'm sorry Zremm, I just can't go.  I'm so sorry Ch'Fras."  She said, the tears spilling down her face.

"I know."  Was all he could think of saying.

Like a razor sharp stiletto, the Aurora sliced through the upper atmosphere of Vulcan. The red hued glow of ion drives quickly pushed the small craft to escape velocity. Inside the ship, Rory sat at the controls of the craft. Dressed in the new uniform standard of the Arabella, she quickly altered course to bring her on a heading to the ship.

She smiled as her ship moved closer to the Intrepid II class vessel. Workbees and other support craft were moving to their new home as well. For every spacecraft being completed at the docks, half a dozen of more support craft were being completed at the main fabrication facility. The Aurora was being officially assigned to the Arabella now that Aeric had agreed to the transfer. Space in the new Intrepid II shuttlebay that would have been reserved for the new Corona class, sister class to the ship she piloted, had been given to the Aurora.

Rory had already had clearance to land, but she still felt the need to go through the motions. With a few movements of her fingers, she opened a communications channel. "Aurora to Arabella Flight Control."

"Aurora, this is the Arabella Flight Control." replied Chief Grant as she walked the deck of the secondary shuttle bay. "You are cleared for entry to Aurora docking site in the secondary shuttle bay."

"Rina is that you?" Rory asked.

"Did you really think that I would let someone else run my shuttle bay during its busiest time?" Rina asked with a soft chuckle. "Once you are inside, we can do a little catching up. I was worried for a moment that the James family would decide to remain on Vulcan."

"Understood." Rory said as she brought the Aurora to a slower speed and took in the sight of the beautiful new craft. Out of all the craft that her father had taken a hand in bring to life, the Aurora would always be her craft, but she did hold a fondness for the Arabella. While some might assume that this refit was more a merger of the Intrepid and Prometheus classes, she could see the influence that her ship held on the larger vessel. "I am preparing to enter a docking approach now. Rory out."

Sevryll recalled the last conversation she had with her grandmother. The younger woman had just been dismissed from the academy and there were rumors circulating that a declaration of 'outcast' would be bestowed upon her next. "You have faced similar bias. How did you manage?" Asked Sevryll in hushed tones, as if to prevent the eavesdropping of the temple walls themselves.

T'Pol turned her gaze from the rafters to the woman seated on the edge of her bed. "The stigma associated with the disease I once suffered from, is similar to your own, yet the remedy is not." T'Pol was referring to the shame related to Pa'nar Syndrome; an illness caused by individuals who were improperly trained in the art of mind-melding. She had contracted the disorder when a V'tosh ka'tur named Tolaris forced a meld upon her. In T'Pol's time, melding was considered an "unnatural" practice and as a result, those afflicted with Pa'nar Syndrome were ostracized from Vulcan society. As the descendants of those who rejected her took their places at the head of Vulcan institutions, the old prejudices did not recede... They were simply disguised as they were passed down through the generations.

The old woman searched Sevryll's eyes, "you are being made an example, for political reasons, pi' veh. Don't oppose them; your resistance will only serve to postpone the inevitable and will invite further reprisal." The individuals who targeted Sevryll, and others like her, claimed they were protecting Vulcan. They believed their culture was in danger of being diluted by their own people—individuals they unfairly labeled V'tosh ka'tur, or Vulcans without logic. Unification was opposed for similar reasons, for the introduction of volatile Romulan beliefs would undermine all the work Surak had done to help Vulcans become the logical, peaceful people they were today.

Sevryll started to speak, but T'Pol intercepted her, "Their intolerance will be their final ruin; don't allow their debris to fall upon you. Leave Vulcan before the fires of their indignance consumes your family. It is no longer safe here. Return only when the flames have been put out."

Sevryll stifled a pang of sorrow as she rolled the Frankenstein monster over in her hands. T'Pol had requested that a Reldai, or priestess, deliver the statue upon her death, with the message that her family should not come to the temple for the Vok-Van-Kal t'To'oveh ceremony.

The young woman stared down at the figurine that the Tucker family had given T'Pol so long ago. It reminded Sevryll of the monster made from select pieces of Surak's teachings—portions that were that were twisted to suit the needs of those who would use it for power and for their own veneration. The green grimace on the monster's face seemed to mirror the expression Saapsigo suppressed, as she was cross-examined at the dismissal hearing. He, like Doctor Frankenstein's creation, was a soulless creature. Yet unlike the character from Mary Shelly's prose, Saapsigo was held together with the sinew of self-importance. He was not the corrupt product of another man's insatiable need to duplicate the Creator's design... or a misunderstood, atypical being.  Saapsigo was the fetid result of his own arrogant hand and his putrid ethics would spoil all who came in contact with him. Individuals who stood in his way would be destroyed. Those who were united in his cause were misguided by his misinterpretations of Surak's teachings.

The figurine was to be given to Elizabeth, the daughter who T'Pol held in her arms a few weeks before her death. Sevryll hoped the toddler would find the statue more enduring than she did. The door chimed, and she put the figurine away, and went to welcome Nathan Quinn inside her home.

The hard surface beneath her was so nice. Oh, what joy to be alive!

She felt the enclosing hand around her. She hummed with happiness. Oh, what joy to be touched!

She was hefted and weighed. Oh, what joy to be lifted!

She found herself in a damp, warm cave. Oh, what joy to feel loved!

(pause)

Suddenly, she was flying through the air. Glorious sensation! Oh, what joy to fly!

She landed on a soft, carpeted surface, damp and cold. She hummed again with happiness. Oh, what joy to be alive!

Shyn spat a few stray hairs out of her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Tribbles hardly count as living prey anyway," she growled as she went back to her sushi.

"Talk about delicate: the olfactory interface exploded on my first try. You should have seen my flight instructor's face!" Mackie laughed. "And that's why nobody's ever going to ask me to pilot a shuttle!"

The two women laughed comfortably in the cave, huddled beside the holographic relics and sipping down the heady Guatamalan-raktajeno coffee blend.

Ryla cocked her head. "So you're not posted anywhere yet? You must have had offers."

"Sure, everyone gets offers. But I really want space duty. I graduated with honors in diplomacy but the diplomatic corps is only recruiting for planetside postings."

"So? You could wind up on Earth or even Vulcan."

Mackie emitted a complex series of scents that ended with a smell like roses and burnt polymer. "But that's not why I joined Starfleet.  I've got to get out into space! So maybe I won't be a diplomat. I scored high in botany--any Fertillian would--so I'm pushing my botanist qualifications. It's been a bit of a wait, but I'm enjoying exploring Earth."

"That's obvious." Ryla picked up a broken pot and examined it. "How did you know I was planetside?"

"Are you aware of your celebrity status? Everyone at Starfleet has been talking about the Tiberius--who knew gel-packs could contract a telepathic illness? That was really---oh, I'm sorry. I've been insensitive. You must have lost friends..." An earthy scent filled the cave.

The symbiont chose that moment to join the conversation. "Your enthusiasm is good for us. Ryla and I have needed friendship, even more than adventure, I believe."

"But a girls' night out would be good, too," said Ryla. Just then, her communicator beeped.

Yuki shut down her holoemitter.  And started her task, she hated the idea of giving up her cherished collection.  But knew intellectually, if not emotionally it was the right thing to do.  Besides, if she was going to be posted somewhere without Korridan, there would be no one around who would understand her inside jokes or cultural references.

And it all took up a tremendous amount of memory space, that could be put to better use, like learning new skills for where ever she would be going.

She accessed the Vulcan communications net, and found a reputable and bonded data courier service.  She transferred funds from one of Korridans old business accounts, and purchased a Data Cube.  She prepped it for the download, and briefly considered giving the File Cluster a cute name, but rejected it.  She simply named it Historical Earth Broadcasts, that should peak their intrests.  And began transferring the gigaquads of data.

As the historical files streamed into the Data Cube, she reflected back to how much enjoyment she had felt when she had discovered her window into Earths past.  She had been bored, and began sifting through the EM clutter.  And found patterns among the stellar noise.  She filtered them out, and then deciphered the signals, they turned out to be old radio and television broadcast signals.  It had taken them hundreds of years to travel all the way out to the outer rim.

In one year Yuki had learned more about Earths past, than her Mother had uncovered in her entire career as an archaeologist.  And now she was going to give it all away, as a charitable gift to the archaeological society that had employed her mother.  Twenty years of ancient earth culture.

Yuki paused the download.  She had gotten to the music files; and had decided against a straight transfer.  She gave them copies of her files instead, she just couldn't live without her music.

When the transfer was complete she felt strange.  She thought to herself, "This must be what it feels like when your childrem grow up and move out, leaving you with an empty house."

She addressed the cube to the Terran Archaeological Society, from an Anonymous Donor, in loving memory of Mizuki Yamamoto.  Insured the contents and transferred the necessary funds.  She received her digital receipt, it showed that the cube would be loaded aboard the warp courier probe scheduled to launch in the morning.

She was already mourning the loss, and it hadn't even launched yet.  She tried to focus on the knowledge that people who could truly appreciate her collection, would soon be pouring over its contents with the same level of glee that she had felt.  Those thoughts brought her comfort.

"Drett here," said the Trill as she lifted the cup of coffee to her lips.

The sharp voice of nurse Ortiz echoed within the cave, "Doctor, did you forget your appointment with Radcliffe?"

Ryla stood abruptly and hurriedly brushed the dirt off her pants, "no, of course not. I'm on my way..." a brief pause followed before Ryla continued. "Umm...Nurse? Could you arrange for a beam out from these coordinates?"

The Trill flicked Spring an apologetic glance as the nurse harrumphed, "that's what I thought. Please stand by."

Ryla shrugged. "I hate to cut this short, but I set up an appointment with the Department Head of the hospital. We'll chat more later."

Soon after, Ryla materialized within Doctor Rupert Radcliffe's formally tidy office. His silent appraisal of her muddy boots on his clean carpet caused her to grin sheepishly. "I'm sorry about the mess." she said.

Radcliffe wasn't one to mill around with pleasantries, "What is it Doctor Drett? What did you need to discuss?" Grumbled the silver haired Terran.

She nodded in response, "I've put in for a transfer, sir. Captain Nathan Quinn requested that I rejoin his crew, and I will be accepting his offer."

"You haven't even started your position here!" rumbled Doctor Radcliffe.

She shifted uncomfortably as the room reverberated with the man's craggy base. "Yes..I know, I apologize for any inconvenience."

Doctor Radcliffe had been a Starfleet workaholic for forty years and had only recently come around to the idea of retirement. When he recruited Ryla Drett, he saw a young doctor that could be molded into a capable leader who would fill his shoes and allow him to retire in good conscious. She had just enough experience without all the ego and he thought he had found the perfect canvas for his magnum opus.  But now she was leaving and his hope for leaving his department in good hands was going with her.

His frown slowly melted when he noticed her discomfort. "Bah!" He said, waving off her apology. "No need for that. Tell that former shrink that he owes me one!" He allowed a smile to crack his grouchy demeanor as he added, "look me up if you ever decide to put your feet back on solid ground and pull your head out of the clouds."

Ryla returned his smile and accepted his hand. "I will sir," thank you again for your consideration. I won't forget it."

He released her hand after a firm shake and waved her off, "go park your muddy boots in someone else's office. Dismissed!"

"Yes sir," she replied crispy and proceeded to track cave mud out his door and into the hallway.

Ryla jogged up the two flights of stairs to her apartment, and as usual, ran into George and Pepe at the top. "Hello boys," she said happily.

As was his routine, George followed the Trill to the entrance of her apartment as he briefed her on Pepe's newest ailments. She unlocked the door and invited him to come inside, which took him off guard and abruptly stopped his rambling. "What's wrong?" he asked her.  She waved him in, and he and Pepe crossed the threshold for the very first time.

"Nothing's wrong." She said with a smile. "Just thought I'd have my friends over for a change." As her neighbors examined the view of Guatemala City from Ryla's vantage point, she excused herself to send Spring "Mackie" Farmer a communiqué.

"Hello, Mackie. I'm sorry that I cut our visit short... If you're anything like me, you could probably use a change of scenery. How would you like to go on a trip to Vulcan? I'm booking passage on the U.S.S Aquarena tomorrow. Sorry for the short notice. Let me know if you want to go, and we'll make plans to meet before departing. Think about it. — Ryla"

Joint post Omra and JustX

Aeric quietly sat behind his desk for what might well be the last time. Outside of the room waited two of the new applicants for the Arabella.  He had briefly met them both when he had been a consultant with Aria, regarding an unusual medical condition pertaining to the Bajoran.  He had gone over their records and had made formal inquires as to their character, and had found himself surprised at the results.  Aria had informed him that both could be assets to the new ship, but he was receiving mixed information from the standard inquiries.

With their service records committed to memory and his link to the station's computer systems established, Aeric rose from his desk and headed to the door.

"Mr. Valcore and Mrs. Shyn, would you please step inside."  Aeric said as he motioned for them to enter.  "I am Commander Aeric James and I will be conducting your initial interview for placement on the Arabella."

The Bajoran and the young Phen,rell entered the room, and politely waited for permission, before sitting themselves.

The metallic eyed male leaned forward at his desk, "Thank you both for coming on such short notice."  "As you may, or may not know, I will be joining the crew of the Arabella; and I was asked to look over your transfer requests."

Korridan spoke, "It is an honor to finally meet you sir; I understand you and Aria were both principle players in my operation."  "I am grateful for this opportunity to thank you personally."

"I don't tend to speak for my daughter, but we both found the case interesting and were happy to work on it."  Aeric said with a slight smile.

After a respectful bow, "And I also thank you for your role at Yuki's inquiry, she is eager to be among the stars again, I hope she can be on a ship as fine as one of those," gesturing to the ships outside of the viewport.

"Again I was happy to put my expertise to use, but this isn't about the past."  Commander James stated, "This is about your future and I would be lying if I said that I did not have concerns about  crewman Shyn's issues with social interaction."  His eyes fixed on her, "Are these reports regarding your past behavior exaggerated?"

Shyn paused before answering, "No sir; I will not lie to you, I have had my problems,"  She looked down, "controlling my species nature was harder than I had thought," She looked over to Korridan, "but the help I have received from the Chief has been more than could I ever could have hoped for."

"I have checked around and was quite surprised to see that there were a few officers willing to recommend you for the posting, they are putting themselves on the line for you."  Aeric replied.

Looking back to Aeric, "I know what a risk Keryn and Kira are taking in endorsing my petition," her eyes hopeful, "the last thing I want to do is let them down."

"Shyn, before I can seriously consider you for this position, I need to make sure you realize that captain Quinn is building a family."  "You will need to adapt to a much smaller crew and a more confined lifestyle, do you understand the pressure that this might create for you?"

Shyn nodded, "Yes sir I understand, I not only have my clan's honor at stake, but the welfare of my fellow crewmen as well."  Her eyes were bright, "All I need is the opportunity to prove myself; the beast inside of me, which used to be a burden, can now be used as an asset."

Aeric smiled, "That's good to hear, I will be presenting my recommendations to the captain soon, but I would suggest that you both get familiar with the Intrepid II class."  His eyes went to one outside the viewport, "Your future careers might lie within one."

Korridan smiled, "A ship like that will spoil me, I am not used to something so new and shiny."  He turned to look out at one of them, "I am used to fighting with old and obsolete parts on a daily basis, just to keep things running."  Looking back to Aeric, "I may have to break a few things just to keep busy."  He felt Shyn's glare, he looked at her, "It was a joke..."  He looked to Aeric, "You knew I was kidding right...?"

"I think I understood."  Aeric smirked and rose, "Thank you both for coming, and I look forward to discussing you with Captain Quinn."  "For now, you are dismissed."

=/\=
"That 'meeting' was very sudden; I wonder what it could be about..and I did not like that student's demeanor,Taryn", said T'Kara, while feeding the baby Sehlat.
Getting no response, she spoke a little more loudly. "I hope all is going well with father.." T'Kara placed the sehlat in a small cage and began her homework.

Ensign Taryn grunted a reply, "I'm sure everything's alright, T'Kara.  I'm contacting Soryn."
Rayna  headed to a desk computer ot call his brother Soryn at the Vulcan Science Academy to ask his help and advice on the sehlat issue. Maybe he would also have an idea on what to do about Starfleet.  Taryn respected his older brother greatly, and knew Soryn would be glad to help him, especially when it involved sehlats.  Soryn still sported the scar of a particularly rambunctious childhood pet. 
Logging in, it was then he saw the incoming message from his old commander Captain Quinn... Surprised, He scanned it quickly.  He knew right then, without any further deliberation, that he had to be crewing on the Captain's new ship, currently in orbit of Vulcan! He aborted his call to Soryn and instead composed a priority communique to Captain Quinn requesting a post on his vessel as a Science Officer.

Ensign Taryn Rayna surprised himself at how quickly he had arrived at a decision upon hearing the news...No longer would ha have to consider whether he should resign his Starfleet commision, accept the Bracchus Scholarship and remain on Vulcan(as his Father wanted him to do), or accept Starfleet's (unexciting) offer of re-assignment as a Medical Assistant at Mars Station.

His Father would be even more surprised at the news of his decision...
=/\=



After the meeting with Master Saapsigo and T'vras, Saryn walked briskly back towards his quarters, and once home he immediately contacted Sevryll.  Taryn and T'Kara had already left for the night.

"Master Sevryll," he began,"there is a matter of great urgency I must relate to you..."

The conversation was short. After Saryn ended his transmission to Sevryll, he was unable to predict what she might do, and the consequences they might all face.  For the first time in years, he struggled with worry....

He had not very long to wait.

The next day, Saryn found that Sevryll had left for Mt. seleya, aparently to visit her great grandmother...
He discovered the facts from an icy-voiced Master Saapsigo, when he told him he would not be
supporting their decisions and would be resigning his post immediately and returning to Mars. 


"Master Saryn, we WERE to record your formal testimony, but we will record THIS in your records today.  Your decision to sympathise with the dissenters is regrettable. I assure you, The High Command and Vulcan will not thank you for your cooperation with her ilk", said Saapsigo.  "Sevryll WILL be dismissed from the Academy and there will most likely also be the very serious declaration of 'outcast' to be bestowed upon her next.  Be careful you don't bring the same misfortune upon yourself and your family, Saryn", he continued curtly, "We will also pursue all avenues of recourse should you attempt to oppose or discredit us."

"So be it.  Peace and Long Life", said Saryn, nodding at T'vras and Saapsigo's images on the screen, and ended the transmission.  He immediately contacted his children to discuss their next move.... =/\=

As Rava Ronan left the meeting with Kebron, he felt annoyed and upset at the same time.  The meeting had gone poorly and both people's attitudes had been upset.  Kebron had almost thrown Rava out of his office in a threat.  Rava knew that Kebron could have easily done that but was relieved to be shown out.  Kebron had growled that he would making his suggestion to the first officer. 

Not five minutes later, his combadge chirped and it was the Captain.  "Rava Ronan, report to my ready room immediately." 

A couple minutes later found Rava and the Captain of the Trident in a meeting with the captain looking camly at the young ensign.  Captain Desma said, "Ensign, this is most disgraceful.  Your attitude and your meeting with Kebron was and is atroucious to say the least.  By all rights, I should remove you from Starfleet permanently. 

"However, it has come to my attention that you seem to dislike some of the crewmates" said Desma. 

"That is correct Captain.  As such, I request transfer off this vessel.  I can no longer operate after the XD-303 mission on this vessel" said Rava. 

Desma was taken aback.  He looked into the young ensign's eyes and could see he was serious.  The captain had always suspected that something had broken him after his return from the mission.  What that would be, he could not be sure. 

"So be it Ensign.  I'm sending you to the new Vulcan spacedock.  There are several ships that need a new crewman.  I wish you luck Ensign, but this is the last chance you'll get.  Do not disappoint me."

With that, Rava turned around and left the ready room.  The captain sighed and hoped that the young ensign would turn his life around.   

After three hours of drinking and reveling, K'Tan was finally growing accustomed to the noise level in the Klingon mess hall. The Lieutenant had forgotten how much he missed the exuberant camaraderie displayed by groups of Klingon shipmates during mealtime, as well as the adrenaline rush that came with knowing that violence  could, and probably would break out at any moment.  Fortunately, aside from the earlier confrontation with Mempa, the fights that had broken out during the meal had not resulted in any fatalities-- the majority of them were resolved with only a few broken bones, bruised heads, and some minor lacerations. 

KoraQ' quirked an eyebrow as K'Tan pushed away a squirming plate of uneaten Gagh.  "What's the matter, Little Claw; have you lost your appetite?"

K'Tan smiled, and replied, "I filled up on Bregit lung.  Besides, you know that I haven't had much of a taste for Gagh since that incident at Murak's ascension ceremony."  K'Tan's hand strayed to his stomach, and he couldn't help but wince at the memory of that day of agony so long ago.

KoraQ' threw back his head to let loose a booming laugh, then replied, "Mother always told you, you must thoroughly chew your Gagh before swallowing.  Otherwise, you risk having your meal eat you! "

KoraQ' filled two metallic mugs with bloodwine, and passed one to K'Tan.  He then raised his mug to his lips, draining it in three gulps, and slammed the mug down with a crash.  "Enough small talk, K'Tan.  Have you had a chance to think about my offer to rejoin the Defense Force?  The Empire could always use more warriors, you know."

K'Tan slowly sipped his bloodwine while he gathered his thoughts.  "I've given your offer much thought, brother, but I must decline.  Captain Quinn recently announced that he is putting together a crew for his new ship.  I intend to be a part of that crew."

KoraQ's good-natured grin quickly turned into a scowl of disapproval.  "Why do you insist on wasting your time with the Federation?  They have proven themselves as valuable allies, but their ways are not ours." 

KoraQ' leaned forward, locking his eyes with K'Tan's.    "A true Klingon soul will eventually wither and die if forced to conform with the Federation.  We are warriors; we crave conflict against which to test ourselves!  We thrive on overcoming adversity, and through that, attaining honor!"

K'Tan shook his head slightly.  "You don't understand, KoraQ'.  Honor is exactly why I have decided to follow Captain Quinn.  He gave me a chance to save my career by giving me a home on the Tiberius.  It would be dishonorable to repay that debt by turning my back on him.  I owe a debt of honor not only to the captain, but to the entire crew.  They accepted me despite my somewhat spotty record.  Thanks to them, my time on the Tiberius has helped me to grow as a person."

K'Tan paused briefly, before adding, "How can improving oneself be interpreted as anything but honorable?"

The large Klingon stared silently at K'Tan for several heartbeats, his face a stern mask that betrayed nothing of what was going on in his head.  He then abruptly stood and headed towards the exit.  "Come with me," he said over his shoulder as he stormed out of the mess hall.

J'dan hurried towards the holo lab with a worried look on his face.  New job?  What new job?  The waitress had told him exactly what Counselor Margon had said.  He was suspicious anyway, why would Margon want a meeting outside on such short notice to begin with?  He could only hope that Lt. Barkley and Margon had found the piggy back message that he had encrypted and entered into the holo data base as a decoy for the real message that he had to send to the Orion Syndicate.  He had set it up to look suspicious - and he had a very well thought out explanation.  One that if they believed would cause them to look no further.

If the timing was right his buddy J'smarian would be long gone from Earth and no one be able to find the Bajoran who had used J'dan's identity to "hack" the programs.  He held his breath and thought through how he would discover this breach and what he would say to Margon.  He only hoped the message that they would miracously dechiper was good enough.

The doors hissed open to the lab to reveal the Blue Counselor with a smile on his face. 

"J'dan! The captain has called, we have a new ship!  He wants me to be on his senior staff, and I did some checking.  They need a bar keep and chef in the mess hall. -- It looks like if you act quickly you can have the job!"  He said before his exuberance turned to soberness.

"That's great news boss!"  J'dan replied.  "Why the concerned face?"

"look, the reason I needed to talk to you today, wasn't to tell you about our new assignment.   It was to ask you about a breach in our security with the final holo programs that are scheduled for distribution to the fleet.  We found an encrypted message imbedded in one of the programs.  Do you know anything about this?"  The Counselor was still being optomistic about it, after all he felt J'dan had been above board with him.

J'dan didn't even flinch.  If this was going to work, he had to appear like he knew nothing about this.  "Say what?" he mused.  "Why would someone risk something like that?  I'll take a look at it, show me where it's at, maybe I can decipher it"

Margon scooted over and let J'dan sit down next to him.  His hands glided across the computer panel as he brought up the code.  J'dan was a superb actor and looked completely surprised when the code flashed onto the screen.

"I recognize this Counselor." he said without hesitation, "It's Orion, Brex used to deal with them from time to time"  He did a few keypad entries and only the first line cleared up, the rest was still fuzzy. "I picked up a few tricks from you son on tapping into some of their messages"  he smiled.   The word "Quark's"  and "Dabo" appeared. 

"It's an adverstisment boss"  said J'dan coldly.

"What?"  Margon sighed.

"Someone has hacked into our system and installed some holo advertising for what appears to be a place called "Quark's"- it should be easy enough to purge it from the data base."

Margon looked at J'dan- "it's already been taken care of.  The bigger question is who had access to our work besides you, me and Lt. Barkley?"

"I don't know boss" J'dan replied as he looked innocently at the Counselor.

Inside his quarters aboard the USS Arabella, Aeric unpacked the last of his and Beth's belongings. he couldn't help but notice that more and more people were responding to the call issued by Captain Quinn. Aeric still had yet to speak with Sevryll on the subject, but over the last year they had become close enough for him to make an accurate assumption on her decision. He was sure that she would take the offer and he was more than ready to work with all of his former colleagues again.

There were faces that he would never see again, but he had done his mourning in private. Aeric moved to Beth's room and looked over the decorations that he had chosen for her. He had done his best to blend vulcan and human ascetics, but soon found that harder to do than mentally calculating warp field dynamics.

While he had officially accepted Quinn's officer, he still had a few more days as the head of the VFY. From that position, he had been tracking the new arrivals. Some of them had arrived to see the launch of the new ships. Other of them had arrived to see if they could find postings for themselves.

With his new duties firmly established, he had taken it on himself to go through the dozens of applicants and find potential recommendations in the group. He had worked with Quinn long enough to have some understanding of the dynamic that he was looking to achieve. All he need to was find those candidates that would compliment Quinn's command style and the needs of the Arabella.

Aeric knew that all of the survivors of the Tiberius Incident would not be willing to return. If they managed to reacquire fifty percent of the surviving crew, that would still leave a shortfall of almost a hundred members. When you factored in the different type of ship and that it would be a waste of resources to bring back the marines and most of the flight deck staff. There just wasn't enough ship to support their jobs.

They would have to build the operations department from the ground up. The change in ships would require a crew that could adapt to the new mission requirements. While some of the flight deck support staff would be able to fill needed roles, there were just not enough positions to have them all return. Aeric had worked hard to keep as many of his people together on the VFY, but he knew that some would need to remain there.

As he took one final look at his new quarters, he exited and headed for the transporter room. He needed an assistant for his new position and the sooner he had one, the sooner he could get his work completed.

The shimmering effect of the transporter resolved around K'arath. He was now stood on the deck of the USS Arabella, Intrepid II class....and he was the Chief Engineer. He breathed in deeply to smell and taste the ship, his eyes closed. He could feel the faint hum of the anti-matter reactor in the soles of his boots, thrumming quietly like a sleeping cha'bIp, a bird noted for it's speed on the Homeworld of Kronos. He could smell the newness of the carpet, the faint electrical/chemical smell associated with new biopacks coming to.....life. The ship was alive and awaiting her mission and those she would carry into the void.

He realized he had now been standing there for at least a minute and opened his eyes. The transporter operator had a confused look upon his face. "Sir?", he said, cautiously.

K'arath stepped down off the platform. "Permission to come aboard, Ensign!"

The man's expression relaxed, "Granted, sir."

K'arath strode toward the door. These qa'vIn uniforms were not the very comfortable...

The wonderfully fragrant aroma of Gespar, met Nathan Quinn as Sevryll welcomed him into her home. Since ancient times, the rind of the Gespar fruit had been used in the manufacture of soaps and perfume.  It was a light and pleasant fragrance that his former First Officer had worn on a regular basis while serving aboard Tiberius. The fact that this small detail had slipped his mind told Nathan that it had been too long since he had last seen her. "I have to remember to ask her for a bottle to send to mother," he thought.

"Nathan," she said as a Mona Lisa smile betrayed her emotional restraint. "I am pleased to see you. Please come in."

Quinn returned a more robust version of her smile and stepped into her immaculate home. Unlike the perfume, the compulsive orderliness of his friend was one detail that had not escaped his memory. His grin expanded as he remembered the mess she made after she spilled the entire content her glass over his dinner table. That incident had been the first time he noticed that she was ill— she had laughed uncontrollably at the blunder before insisting that she help clean it up.

"Can I offer you a cup of Raktijino?" Klingon coffee was one of Nathan's favorite beverages, and Sevryll had the replicator programmed with the recipe when she learned of his visit.

"Yes... please," he said as he glanced about the room at the various artworks and artifacts displayed throughout.

The whir of the replicator could be heard as she replied, "The children are with their grandparents. They would enjoy seeing you this evening, if you are able stay for dinner."  The melodic ring of a metal spoon within the ceramic cup, accompanied her into the room where Nathan waited.

"Yes, of course. It would be nice to see them again." He paused briefly, considering whether he should mention the events that Aeric had informed him of. "I heard about your dismissal from ShiKahr Academy. I'm so sorry. I wish I could help."

Sevryll inclined her head in gratitude and handed him the cup of Raktijino. "As many non-Vulcans have learned through experience, my people have the propensity for hypercritical judgment...and even we are not immune to our own scrutiny. In addition to Ambassador Spock, my grandmother, were still living, could testify to this." She arced a single brow and added frankly, "My dismissal should not have been unexpected—I mistakenly believed that I could hide my emotional condition; obviously I was wrong. Apparently the political ramifications of my father's involvement with the Unification are far reaching. Those in power, who are in opposition to the movement, have made progress in declaring me an outcast...  the pronouncement is pending an upcoming hearing. I will need to leave Vulcan in order to avoid the summons." 

"It's easier to leave than to fight," uttered Nathan. Sevryll confirmed his verbal thought with a slight nod.  "I'm sorry," he said.

"It seems Vulcan is no longer my home. It is too dangerous...not only for me, but my family as well."

Nathan took a sip of his coffee and set it down. Folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair he said, "Tiberius was a pretty good home... wasn't she?" he inquired wistfully.

Without hesitation the Vulcan softly replied, "yes...she was."

"I believe that people make a home,"  he said cautiously.

Sevryll took a moment to consider his statement and nodded silently, sensing that he was implying more than he was immediately revealing. 

"You have a home with us Sevryll: Margon, Zremm, Aeric, K'ararth, K'Tan, Casey... just about all of the senior staff are joining the crew of my new command. The Arabella isn't quite the Tiberius, but she's the next best thing." Nathan joked to cover his worry that she would turn down the offer, "we need a First Officer, and I'd rather that you accept the position than promote the Counselor... I think the power would go to his head."

"I disagree, Margon would make a fine first officer and I have never known him to be a tyrant," she said failing to detect the sarcasm.  Sevryll tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stood, "I have grown weary sweeping the sand out of my house. It would be an honor to serve with you... I accept the offer."

"Great!" Said Nathan joyfully. "We have a lot to do... I want you to tour the ship and help fill the duty roster."

"Aye, sir." She replied in a slightly emotional undertone. "Nathan, I have a favor to ask of you. In addition to my parents, there is an individual and his family who requires transport to the nearest starbase. To his detriment, he defended me at the academy—I owe him a debt of gratitude."

"Of course... it seems I owe him as well." Smiled Nathan.

Spring gazed out at the golden sands of Bagno Elena and sipped at her chianti. The small Naples cafe was host to only two others: healthy humans, clearly compatible by their scent. There was a bittersweet scent coming off the blank-faced woman sitting nearby: loneliness and desire. The male smelled of sunshine and onions, but he was unaware of the scrutiny from both the nearby females, engrossed in a padd, probably some sporting event.

Yes, definitely sports. She could see movement over a green field. "Crickets!" her translator intimated. How odd humans were. But he was clearly enjoying it, unaware of the scent of testosterone he emitted. Funny how humans had no control over their musk.

Spring was reminded of the signals she had been ignoring: just a casual minty beep--nothing urgent-- coming from the communicator in the bottom of her knapsack. Now was as good a time as any. The Italian sunshine had made her feel just a little lazy. She dug around: bathing suit, a change of clothing, uniform, gland covers, journal padd... ah, there it was. She took another sip of chianti and started to read:

"Hello, Mackie. I'm sorry that I cut our visit short... If you're anything like me, you could probably use a change of scenery. How would you like to go on a trip to Vulcan? I'm booking passage on the U.S.S Aquarena tomorrow. Sorry for the short notice. Let me know if you want to go, and we'll make plans to meet before departing. Think about it. — Ryla"

Her eyes widened as she checked the time index. The message had been sent more than 24 hours ago! The chianti splashed as she set it down on the glass table.  Frantically, she tapped controls. The USS Aquarena was due to lift off in ten minutes. Ten minutes! That gave her just enough time.

She grabbed her knapsack and flew out the door, enhancing the woman's signal scent as she passed. What could it hurt?

_________

Spring materialized on the transporter pad five minutes before lift-off. Ryla was there, waiting for her. "Could you have cut it any closer?"

"I know, I know. I would have been here sooner, but there was a wine shop next door to the transport station." She hefted a deep red bottle and emitted the fruity smell of beaujolais and vanilla. "Due Sorrelle, 2350. How could I pass it up?"

Ryla shook her head. "Mackie, we're going to Vulcan. Didn't you study Vulcan?"

"Sure," Spring spoke slowly, hoping to remember more than she did, "It's... hot... and logical. Uhhh, that's all I got."

Drett chose the punchline. "They're ascetics. It's not the best place to enjoy a good bottle of wine."

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An hour later, Spring and Ryla sat in the lounge on the Aquarena. Ryla poured the last splash of the deep red liquor into her glass. "You're right. It was worth almost missing the ship. Earth is very good at refining their liquids." She swirled the wine around in the glass. "But if I was your commanding officer, you shouldn't have been quite so truthful about ignoring the communicator."

Mackie took a sip. "Good thing you're not, then."

"You know, Mackie, your honesty is endearing but how did you ever expect to make it in the diplomatic corps? Every diplomat has to lie. Even the Vulcans."

"I'm not a very good liar, that's true. But I've got skills to fall back on..." Mackie appeared to sigh, but actually blew a complex series of subtle scents directly at a table in the corner of the room, where two males, a Cardassian and a human, were in a heated discussion. The Cardassian reacted first, sitting back and saying, "You know, you make a good point." The human nodded and leaned forward, lowering his voice and continuing the conversation. She looked at Ryla and raised her eyebrows.

Ryla drained her glass. "Remind me to bring you along on my next promotion hearing."

The lead framed photograph had not moved from the case. Joe looked down at it and ran his fingers over the glass. He'd done that so many times it almost seemed like a ritual.
"Nearly time" Joe thought. The door com buzzed and Joe shouted "Come". He turned expecting to see AJ Potter but instead was greeted with a sharp smack in the face. The force knocked Joe over the table spilling his case and sending him into the wall. He looked up to a see a hooded figure.
"I am here to heal your anger; I wish to please my Captain"
Before Joe could ask who this man was the stranger's hands grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up so Joe could see straight into the hood of the man. The stranger was wearing a mask and it was the sight of the mask that reminded Joe who this man was.
"You, you're part of the team who killed all those people and..."
Joe couldn't finish the sentence as the stranger threw him back to the floor. Joe looked at the fallen photograph seeing his smiling family.
".. shot your wife. Yes it was me who also killed your children."
The stranger's laugh helped Joe's anger build. The pain in his eye was intense and it started to glow.
"That's what I wanted to see. Your eye is all I want"
The man came forward producing a medi-scalpel.
"Your eye is the final piece to my puzzle Joseph. The chip that produces your anger is what we have been searching for"
Joe scrabbled back attempting to get away, his fingers grasping at the carpet when suddenly his tips felt the cold lead of the photograph frame.
"Wait" Joseph shouted
The hooded figure bent down looking into his victims bleeding face.
"There is no time, your anger is pure"
Josephs hand managed to grab the corner of the photograph frame and he thrust it towards the mask of the stranger. It hit him straight in the centre and shattered the porcelain face.
The stranger fell on his back and remained motionless. Joe stood and carefully peered at the face of the man. It was contorted with a look of horror. The features of him were exactly the same as the three dead men that Star Fleet personnel had found by Joe's unconscious body over a year ago. Joseph placed his hand to his burning eye, momentarily taking his focus off the body and suddenly his legs gave way as the strangers' legs kicked him.
The hideous contorted face did not move as the words came from it. "You have tried my patience once and for all" his free hand produced a phaser and pointed it at Joe "I'll take the eye when your body is limp"
Joe closed his eyes and heard the trigger of the phaser slowly click back, followed by the rasping beam of the energy ray build. Joe's eyes clenched tight waiting for the blast but nothing came. Opening his eyes he saw the body of the stranger lying dead on the floor. Joe looked up to see another figure standing in the door way, his hood removed a phaser pointing into the room.
"Hello Joseph"
Joseph looked at him and mouthed the word "Theran"

David walked his path again. It was daylight now and the water could be seen through the trees glittering in the light. He could hear the noises of the city though he couldn't see it. Halfway through the maze he heard voices in the trees. He stopped to listen, the voices stopped as well. He looked around trying to see anyone, but there was no one. His survival instinct took effect from back on Bigoras. If he ran they might hunt him down. He took a step, then another, slowly he walked down the path. He listened carefully for the voice or footsteps possibly following him, but there was none. He finally reached the clearing. He didn't feel safe though. He was there no less then five minutes and he begin hearing whispers. He knew someone was there. He looked carefully into the forest, not quick he kept a calm mind in the situation. He looked at his feet where a small stick lay on the ground. It was a walking stick, likely once used by him that never made the trip back through the maze. "It would do," he thought. He leaned forward slowly picking up the stick within his hand. He could here footsteps now. He could feel a presence behind him. David turned quickly. He then realized he was a holding a stick to Dylan's neck.
"Dylan, what are you doing?" He said shocked and annoyed that his clearing was not unknown anymore.
"I'm out for a walk, what are you doing?"
"I needed some fresh air. Did you follow me here?"
"No, I come here all the time."
"No one ever comes here Dylan, only me."
"Me and my friends come out here a lot."
"Your friends?"
"Yeah."
"So is that who you were talking to?"
"No, I'm alone."
"I heard talking."
"Yeah, that was me?"
"Dylan you don't talk to yourself you were talking to someone."
"No just me."
"Dylan what's going on?"
"Nothing, I told you I come out here all the time."
"Right." David dropped the stick and returned to his seat. Dylan sat down next to him.
"Sorry I thought you were up to something."
"Yeah, nothing going on?"
"There is something going on, Dylan you got to stop doing this."
"Would you stop judging me." Dylan replied irritated at the comment.
"I'm not judging you, I know something up."
"Trust me when I say there's nothing going on."
"Ok, I assume you just went for a walk." David didn't believe that in the least.
"You don't believe it."
"I'm just trying to watch out for you, I'm not going to be here much longer."
"I don't need anyone looking over my shoulder, I'm doing just fine."
"Course you are." They both looked out over the water, neith trusted the other, they so constantly argued, but they were still brothers. They both cared for the other and they always would. What ever Dylan was up to David decided it might just be best to leave it alone. David was even going to bother, he wouldn't ever change Dylan himself. "He would always be that way," thought David, "I just have to let him."

The air stank with the smells of heated metal, death, ozone and fear.  Shyn's earpiece buzzed with the frantic cries and mutterings of frightened crewmen; and squawks on the command push, lieutenants demanding that the channels be kept clear of unnecessary chatter.  It was obvious from the frantic cries and the status bars of crewmen winking out one by one on the HUD display, that the positions were in danger of being overrun.  Shyn checked her rifles energy cell; it was low, and she only had one replacement left.  She checked the shield emitters they had placed on the overturned dining hall table they were using as a barricade.  They were holding, but not for long.  She then looked down at her squad mate, she reeked of fear, her energy cell was even lower than Shyn's, she fired way too often out of panic.

Shyn could hear footfalls coming down the hall, and the familiar smell of cold flesh and silicates.  She tapped her partners shoulderpad, "I'll take this one, watch my back."  Shyn watched the drones reflection in the dining halls viewport, as it stopped and scanned the room.  After noting its position she popped up and struck it with three quick bursts from her phaser rifle.  The first shot was in the wrong frequency, and it splashed harmlessly of its shield.  But the next two were in frequencies they had not adapted to and they overwhelmed its circuitry and burned deep into its exoskeleton destroying life giving components.  It fell next to its other fallen comrades.

The lieutenant gave Shyn a thumbs up from her position, but her smile quickly vanished as she heard the dreaded sound of Borg transporter beams.  Shyn pivoted to see five forms just beginning to materialize, her squad mate paniced and began firing off wildly at the forms before they properly materialized.  Her shots striking the viewport behind the shimmering forms, causing it to bubble and warp.  Fortunately her power cell died before she could cause further damage.

When they became solid the Lieutenant and Shyn opened up on them; two of them dropped under the withering fire, but the other three adapted.  The luey reached for an EMP grenade in her rigging, while diving over her overturned table for cover. Stun bolts quickly chasing after her eagerly seeking a target.  The quivering squad mate had replaced her energy cell; and offered her own spastic phaser fire, downing one drone before she was overwhelmed by stun bolts.  One drone turned towards Shyn as the other advanced to assimilate the unconscious security crewman.  Shyn strafed the floor in front of the drones, spraying them with globs of molten metal.  The drones howled in warbling electronic agony, twitching and randomly firing off plasma bolts.

One of the random blasts struck the replicator next to the lieutenant; it exploded hurling the luey into the air like a ragdoll. She landed hard her body contorted, her grenade rolled onto the floor next to Shyns foot.  Shyn dove into the drones her claws extended, killing them viciously before they committed any more damage.  She started to head to the Lieutenant to check on her; when she heard more Borg materializing, she primed the grenade and rolled it toward their shimmering forms.  The last thing they ever saw was Shyn's lightly armored form diving behind the table.

As she tended to the lieutenants wounds more heavy footfalls with the sound of overly taxed servos could be heard approaching, she struggled to lift the luey over the table, the shadows of the drones elongated on the tables surface.  She threw herself over the table holding onto the lueys webbing hoping her added weight and inertia would bring her shipmate with her.  But the drones had a hold of her and sought to pull her from Shyns grasp, She reached out and struck the emergency transport beacon on the lueys harness, she shimmered out of existence, the drones now focused their attention on Shyn.

Shyn braced both legs against the table, struggling to keep it between her and the gathering drones.  They reached over the table, struggling to reach her through the slowly waning shield emitters.  Their weight slowly pushing the table and Shyn backwards towards the spider webbing veiwport and bulkhead.  Shyn tried to brace herself and felt the lieutenants phaser rifle behind her and grabbed it, she whirled it in front of her and opened up on the thronging mass before her.  Only three dropped before they adapted, but it was enough to stop her from being pushed further backward.

Shyn looked about for escape, but the only other route was the kitchen, and drones were now coming through that door.  She looked to the damaged wall beside her, and realized she had been pushed beyond the exploded replicator.  She activated the targeting reticule on her HUD, and activated the camera on the phaser rifle, closed her left eye and swung the rifle around the side of the table.  Looking through the rifles camera using the HUD she aimed at the exposed plasma conduit and fired.  The explosion engulfed the mass of drones and propelled the shielded table into the bulkhead, knocking the wind out of her, the clamshell breastplate keeping her from cracking her ribcage or being crushed.

She kicked the now burning table off of her, burning drone bodies littered the floor of the mess hall.  She struggled to her feet, her muscles ached as she leaned against the viewport trying to catch her breath.  She saw movement in the reflection of the hallway behind her, she turned to see upraised arms firing plasma bolts at her.  She ducked, the bolts missed her but hit the stressed viewport, it shattered, the atmosphere screamed through the jagged opening.

The burning table lifted and was propelled out of the open window, the burning bodies slid across the floor to be ejected one after the other. Shyn crawled below the shattered portal trying to avoid flying debris, she made it past the opening and struggled to stand so she could reach the emergency control panel.  The Borg drones which had been firing at her were losing their footing and were being dragged toward the opening, one of them grabbed on to her and sought to take her with him. The impact spun her around, she fought for purchase struggling to hold on, the newly assimilated Borg held on to her arm dragging her inexorably into vacuum.  She struggled to free herself bracing her feet against the window frame and bulkhead; the drone in starfleet uniform looked up at her with eyes that once held compassion, it was a Bajoran whose once tanned and weathered features were now bone white.  Her eyes went wide with horror, it was Korridan!

Tears fell from her eyes, as more and more starfleet uniformed bodies sailed past her into the black void.  "I failed them." she thought, "they counted on me to protect them, and I failed them."  Another Borg drone garbbed her, she looked into its face, it glared at her with metallic eyes, "I told you Quinn was trying to build a family, one always protects ones family."  Her legs were becoming weak and trembled under the strain, her breathing becoming shallow, when one more voice taunted her from behind, it was Keryn's, "I told them you could be trusted, and you let them all die."  Her legs failed her, and she fell into the cold abyss of space.

Shyn awoke gasping for air, her bedding damp from sweat.  She pulled her shredded bed linen off of her and swung her trembling legs over the side.  And tried to calm herself, wiping tears and sleep from her eyes.  She inspected the strips of cloth that had once been her sheets, "Great, I have to go buy another set, that's what?... three this week?"  She shook her head looking at the damaged coiled spring mattress, "Note to self: be sure to never buy an AIR mattress."

Casey's wife had just arrived home to the apartment and greeted her husband with a big kiss, she was excited about going into space with her husband but at the same time worried about how her parents would take the news.

Myella  new in her heart the if she was ever to make it past a Lieutenant Junior Grade then she had to get some experience in space. She quickly entered the sonic shower and cleaned herself up. She was glad to be home and welcomed the chance to remove her uniform and put something more comfortable on. She dressed and left the bedroom and entered the Kitchen.

She looked at Casey and back at the dinning room table, then back at Casey again. The expression on her face said it all. She stared at her husband with her mouth wide open, then spoke.

"You made this from scratch" she replied with a look of Astonishment

Casey looked at his wife and replied,

"Yes dear, I told you I could cook"

Myella smiled back at her husband then stated:

"Yes dear, I know you told me you could cook, but never in my wildest dreams did I think You could cook like this. If I had have known this, I would have Married you a lot sooner"

Dr. Peterson smiled at his wife and said to his wife, "I am glad you approve of this dinner, but don't worry dear, we wont have to say anything to your parents until we get confirmation from Captain Quinn that I have been accepted as the CMO of his new ship.

With that Myella hugged her husband as they both inhaled the cornucopia of smells that now filled the Petersons kitchen

Shyn needed some fresh air and a change of scenery to try and take her mind off of the nightmare.  She staggered sleepily down the hallway into the dark family room.  And then began to wonder if she was dreaming again, the room was being softly bathed in a kaleidoscope of light coming through the windows.  And music was partnered with the light show.  The tired and groggy Phen'rell just stood there staring at it unsure what to do.

Korridans voice tore her attention from the mesmerizing lights, "Another nightmare?"  She merely nodded and collapsed into a nearby chair.  "Your species aren't prone to sleepwalking are they?" he chuckled.  She was too tired to verbally spar with him.  "I hope they don't give you a roomate..." leaving the statement open to the imagination.  She weakly smiled, appreciating his attempts to distract her from the haunting memories of her nightmare.

She found the music soothing, and the collage of light relaxing.  And just as she was losing herself to it, she realized the voice was Yuki's.  Though her adult voice was more Alto, and far more disciplined and cultured; the loneliness and emotional impact was unmistakable.  But what did suprise her was the sensuality of her voice, she had found herself unprepared for it.  It must even be harder for Korridan, who still was struggling with the idea of Yuki as an adult.

Korridans voice snapped her from her reverie, "All those years of keeping her a secret for her own safety, and now she is a freaking celebrity..."  He shook his head, "The Prophets have a strange sense of humor..."  He started to get up, but Shyn found the idea of being alone with her thoughts unappealing, "You never told me about the caveat."

He settled back down into his chair, "The universe is full of caveats child..."  She gave him the eye, "You know darned well which caveat I am mean," she decided to counter his 'child' comment, "old man..."  He chuckled at that...

He leaned back in the chair, "The Ronin Fighter was nimble, fast and had an unmatched sensor and ECM package."  His eyes looked off into a distant place, "it was nigh impossible to hit, but it did not have a strong punch, it had been designed to attack lighter craft like itself."  "So, if I wished to go after bigger game, I was going to have to come up with a new tactic."

"Powered down, and with a few tweaks to the ECM pods and the fighter became virtually invisible," he closed his eyes, "I could drift into the shipping lanes, listening to their chatter and gather intelligence."  "I began scanning their freighters and tankers, looking for weaknesses to exploit; when I discovered that I could employ the AI as a form of hacking program."  He continued, "I couldn't get into any of the core systems, or anything shielded of course, and quite frankly did not see any wisdom of attracting attention by trying to."  He smiled slightly, "But boy, could we wreak havoc anyways, feeding them false data, overheating or overloading components, recalibrating tracking systems and so on..."

"So my new tactic was to disable the main target in such a way that it couldn't escape or effectively fight back, power up and engage the escort vessels," he struggled to keep his voice even, "and then to return and finish off the big prize."  "It was a very effective tactic," he sighed, "it won me accolades from my superiors."  "But I was unknowingly doing something horrible," he shook his head slowly, "while the AI was disrupting the operational network of the targeted vessel, Yuki; who I didn't even know existed at the time," his voice became emotional, and wavered, "was able to see and hear what was going on aboard the vessel I was attacking."

"She watched crewmen die; burn and writhe in agony,fighting for oxygen," his voice was racked with guilt,"and listen to their screams, and unanswered prayers."   "I tortured her, Shyn..." tears rolled down his cheeks, "I forced her to see and hear things no child should ever have to experience..."

Shyn tried to console him, "You didn't know..."

He hung his head, "Now maybe you can understand why I sought to keep her a secret all these years," he fought to bring himself back under control, "the thought of her being perverted into a weapon, and enduring that kind of pain again was just too much to bear."

They quietly sat in the dark, words were no longer necessary, nor appropriate.  Instead they took comfort in the silken sound of Yuki's voice, as she sang a song of sorrows overcome, and joys once more found.

Joint post by Jen and Just X

The dissolved energy had begun to assemble her form and as was the case each time she transported, Sevryll could see her own microbes circling about. Her children often commented on the same beautiful specks of light, but until now, her stoic persona refused to find them noteworthy.  Her children were right...they were mesmerizing.

An eddy of shimmering light churned within the matter stream that appeared on the pad before Aeric James. Once fully materialized, Sevryll inclined her head to her friend waiting at the base of the dais.

"Welcome aboard commander," Aeric said as he smiled at her arrival. It had been harder than he expected to keep his transfer out of their daily conversation. He wanted Quinn to have the chance to speak with her first and was glad that he waited. "Staffing is going better than expected, but I'm sure you want to see more of our new home before we discuss personnel issues."

Aeric was glad that she agreed to leave and had even begun pushing through the paperwork on the VFY that would grant her parents the use of a Corona class runabout. That was another subject that he had yet to mention, but one that he hoped would continue to take the sting out of their retreat from Vulcan.

"Thank you." She replied as she descended the steps. He gestured to the door with an open palm, and the vulcan exited Transporter Room One and entered the corridor.

She glanced about curiously as they casually strode through the passageway. "She is primarily an exploration ship," Aeric stated as they walked. "When we were in the redesign phase, we decided to give her the best sensors and technology available for her size. Once we decided that the class would be exploring the unknown, we added quantum generators to support a higher-level tactical suite. She has Type XII phasers, two forward mounted phaser cannons, and regenerative shields. We also added a larger compliment of torpedoes of both types."

Aeric continued to talk as they proceeded on Deck Four and made their way to the turbolift. They each turned to face the door as the lift began it's descent. "We should start the tour on Deck 8. It's pretty much the heart of the science department. Astrometrics, Temporal Mechanics, the Holo Lab, the science labs, and the office of the chief science officer are there."

Sevryll allowed a brief silence to fall between them before she made her inquiry. "Will Aria be joining the crew?" she asked as the lift whirred quietly in the background.

Aeric smiled. "Yes. I believe that she is. While she had successfully petitioned to have a medical license, she has opted not to attend the academy again. I believe that she has communicated with Quinn about helping in the medical department and he accepted."

Unable to repeal the slight smile that cracked her stoic expression, she turned her face away in obligatory modesty. "Good," she replied quietly.

The turbolift came to a stop and Aeric exited with Sevryll on deck eight, "I've managed to get a Corona class runabout to be assigned to your parents for their personal use. There is not reason that they can't continue their careers off of Vulcan."

"Thank you— it was a thoughtful gesture, but it will not be necessary. The captain has authorized my parents' passage aboard the Arabella. We will be taking them at the Starbase 35, where they will obtain transport to the Sol System."

Aeric lead them through the still empty corridors—their direction would bring them first to the office of the chief science officer. It was a fitting place to start the tour.

Upon entering the CSCO's office Sevryll took a moment to glance about the room, arched an eyebrow and stated dryly, "I prefer the carpet color on Tiberius...it was less garish."  It was a feeble attempt at sarcasm that barely registered with her friend. He stifled chuckle before showing her the exit.

"You may find your other office more to your liking," he said as they moved to the new holographics lab. "As a class that is designed to be away for years, we included a holo sciences lab. It's for the repair and creation of holo systems that require more detail and labor."

He pointed to the door across from it. "Our Astrometrics lab is based on the Voyager design, but we've updated and refined the system. We are going to need this for mapping new routes if we go through unexplored space."

The tour concluded on the bridge. The lift door opened and Sevryll casually swept onto the deck. It had been a year since she stepped foot on the bridge of starship. The vulcan did not realized, until that moment, that she had missed the symphony of perpetual chimes and rhythmic beeps that crooned like songbirds. Their melody was soothing and at once, stimulating.

There remained a few technicians on the bridge and they nodded respectfully as the commander greeted them—thanking them each for their thoroughness. As she wandered the bridge, she noticed that the dedication plaque missing, and wondered what poignant phrase Nathan had decided upon for his new ship. The Tiberius' had a memorable Andoran quote: "A risk ventured is a path discovered". For the crew of Tiberius, the quote had proven particularly true, for they risked everything to prevent further devastation. For better or worse, the aftermath of the virus and the ship's destruction, had taught them all more about themselves...what they were capable of... what their limits were. She glanced to Aeric who was leaning on the railing, watching her examine the stations.

He smiled, "So, does our XO approve of the vessel?"

As he waited for her answer, he interfaced with the ship's computer systems. With a thought, the viewer hummed into life as displayed the image of the sun rising over Vulcan. If things went well, it would be some time before they were able to see it again.

Sevryll turned to back to the viewscreen and took in the beauty of her home world. "Yes," she replied in a quiet, doleful undertone. After a moment, she glanced over her shoulder at her friend. "I have to prepare for departure—I should get back to ShiKahr."

After saying her 'Goodbye's' and 'thank you's' to the last of the departing audience members Yuki exited the balcony, and shut down the concert equipment.  After securing the doors, she discovered the sleeping forms of Shyn and Korridan, she smiled, "I guess my little secret is out."

It all started after the letter of appreciation arrived from the Terran Archaeological Society, it had been easier for them to find their Anonymous Donor than she had expected.  They asked if it would be acceptable for her if they could make occasional inquires of her about her donated materials, she agreed.  As the materials made their way to various Academies and Institutes it escalated to personal visits from teachers and instructors, and then presentations at lecture halls.  It all became too much.

She decided it was a better use of her limited time to do scheduled demonstrations which could be recorded and then distributed; for a price.  A donation to the Bendaii Syndrome Foundation which she and Shyn had created, they jumped at the idea.

She started with Kabuki Theater and then moved on to Kinkafu.  And as informative as her talks and presentations were, it was the performances that seemed to be the biggest draws.  And since she wished to raise as much income for the Foundation as she could, she added more performances to her roster.

She was asked if she could do a few performances at the local hospital, and remembering how therapeutic music had been for Korridan, she agreed.  and even visited the Infirmary in the alien sector.  Now the buzz was among the locals too.  She was going to need a larger venue.

The owner of the building that Korridan was renting from, approached her with an interesting proposal.  To use the common area between his four large complexes, she liked the idea but made certain demands.  He must agree to donate a large amount of his proceeds to the Foundation, provide the presentation equipment, and allow her and her fellow tenants free rent.  He eagerly agreed.

While her lecture hall performances were largely informative and culturally significant, these evening performances were strictly for fun.  They were loose and informal, interactive and synergistic.  She even  allowed requests from the audience, for a donation of course.  And it never ceased to amaze her at the variety of species that arrived at her concerts, especially since she did not use a universal translator.

Music must really be the universal language.

Quinn's visit with Sevryll couldn't have gone any better, he was very pleased that Sevryll agreed to return as his First Officer. After his dinner with Sevryll's family Quinn said his good-byes and informed Sevryll that he would see her in two days aboard the U.S.S. Arabella.

Quinn quickly made his way to his Shuttle. He had to get back to Earth, pack and say goodbye to friends and family. He knew his mom would not be happy to hear that he is leaving again, but she had known all his life that her son was a dreamer, an explorer.

Quinn arrived back on Earth and was greeted by Nic. "So how was the ship?", Quinn smiled "Beautiful". Nic laughed, "When do we leave?", he said as he lifted Nathan's bag onto his shoulder. "Six hours" Quinn said very quickly. Nic dropped the bag, "What.. six hours?" Quinn grabbed the bag and Nic's hand as he rushed out of the docking bay.

Nic and Nathan were discussing what had happened on his trip when they arrived at Nathan's family house. Quinn took a deep breath, "Well here goes nothing." Nathan opened the door and was almost knocked off his feet at the loud cheers that greeted him. "What the... how did... " Quinn stammered in shock. Anashta approached her son. "You don't think you are the only one with connections in Starfleet... special one. I knew you had a short amount of time before heading out so I invited all your friends and family for one final farewell party." Quinn hugged his mother tightly and could feel his eyes began to water.

"Thank you all for coming" Nathan addressed the crowd, " This past year has been hard at times, but also very, very good at times," Quinn took Nic's hand, "but what I will miss most are all of you. Friends and family are so important to me and I didn't realize this until I came back and you all were there for me, supporting me when I was at my lowest. There are no words for how thankful I am to each and every one of you." Quinn wiped a tear from his eye. Everyone cheered and began to sing "For he's a jolly good fellow.. for he's a jolly good fellow..." Quinn made his way through the singing crowd hugging and shaking hands. His mother had prepared a huge banquet of food. The party lasted for hours but the time came when people said their final good-byes. As AJ approached his godson, "Well I guess this will be goodbye for awhile. I did want to suggest someone for your new crew." Quinn cut across his godfather. "What do you mean goodbye, you are coming with me old man. With our current mission we will need diplomatic officers and I couldn't think of anyone I would rather have then you." AJ looked stunned for a moment then a broad smile grew across his face. "Well then, I guess I need to get packed, we can discuss Joe later." Quinn nodded as his godfather exited the front door.

Nathan continued to say his good byes until only his family was left. He hugged and kissed his sisters Jennifer and Anena before turning to his father who put a hand on Nathan's shoulder. " I don't know how you turned out so good" Jerrad thought as he spoke to Nathan telepathically. " I am honored to call you my son, you make me so proud everyday." Nathan hugged his father. Then turned to the person he knew would be the hardest to say goodbye too. Anashta placed her hand on her son's cheek. "My special one, what am I going to do without you in my life." Anashta turned to Nic and took his hand and placed it in Nathan's. "Take care of my special one, bring him home to me safe and sound." Nic smiled and gave her a nod, " I will." Quinn's mother pulled her son into a tight embrace and whispered in his ear. "Be safe, be happy, and be loved." Nathan had no words, he gave his mother one last look conveying everything he felt inside. She smiled as tears rolled down her jolly face. Quinn and Took turned and exited the house hand in hand. Nathan turned to Nic as they walked down the treelined street, "So you are you ready for our next adventure."

The Petersons and the Oleary's had just sat down to enjoy their dinner when about halfway through the usual banter that often was custom at such family Dinner Darcy Oleary spoke.

"Hey Casey I hear your former Captain, Nathan Quinn wasn't it has been given a new ship, A Intrepid II I believe. They are a fine ship"

Casey Looked at Myella, and Myella back at him. Doctor Peterson had seen that look before on his wifes face. Without looking at hr he spoke.

"Yes it is sir, In fact Myella and I have both accepted positions on it and we leave for the Vulcan ship yards at the end of the week. I will be accepting a position as the CMO and be a member of the senior staff and Myella will be working with me on board the ship"

Darcy O'leary was a man of few words and sat in silence for a few moments that seemed like hours to both Dr. Peterson and his wife. He looked at his wife Patti and then back at both his daughter and Casey and said:

"Patti and I figured that You would not be bound to earth very long, once you have tasted the freedom of space it gets in your blood, I should know having spent at least 30 years on ships as an Engineer."

Darcy looked at his daughter then said,

"I knew that one day you would find a man and follow him into space, and your mother and I have taught you everything we can, it is know your turn to go out their, and make us proud"

He looked at Dr. Peterson and said "I am happy for you son, I knew that you were not happy on earth and that one day you would leave and take my daughter with you. I know that you will do your best to keep our daughter safe, all we ask is that you communicate with us as often as you can. You have already made us proud of you and know that you will continue to do so"

With that Myella got up and moved towards her father and said:

"Thank You daddy" as she gave him a big kiss and hug.

Casey got up and went over to his In-Laws and said:

"Thank you both, this has been waying on the both of us for awhile now and we were not quite sure how to tell you"

Darcy looked at his son-in-law and said:

"You are a good man Casey and dont you ever be afraid to tell me anything, as I see allot of you in me, and I think we have allot more in common then you know, and like me, It will be hard for you to stay on earth very long, once you have been into space, and I thank you for being able to give my daughter the opportunity to experience this with you."

With that Darcy gave both Myella and Casey both his blessings and they all sat down to finish the lovely dinner that Casey had prepared. The rest of the evening went very well and the O'Learys left happy that night.

Myella looked at her husband and rested her head in his shoulders and thanked her husband for doing something that she could not. It had been a long and somewhat stressful evening for the both of them but now they were ready to embark on the next stage of their life together as they could now prepare to go to Vulcan with a clear conscious.

The two brother's eyes were fixed on each other. One of them wanted to speak but emotion was beginning to take over. Joe's eye was beginning to burn and this prompted his brother Theran to speak.

"I can help you Joseph, but you must control your emotion. Your eye is glowing for a reason"

Joseph looked at his brother with disgust.

"It was you who ran away from me? Was it you who ordered the death of my family? WAS IT?"

Joseph moved closer to Theran, his voice still raised.

"ARE YOU THIS THINGS CAPTAIN".

Theran backed off putting his hands out.

"Listen to me Joseph I will answer your questions but first I must help you"
Joseph ran at Theran pulling his wrist back to punch his brother but Theran was quicker and stunned him with his phaser . Joseph fell to the floor and his brother came to him quickly. Joseph looked at his brother his muscles frozen. Theran put his phaser down and took out a medi scalpel and put it to Joe's eye.

"Joe I know you can hear me. I will answer all your questions after this operation. You don't have long I must operate. Do not fear."

Theran put a round disk into his own eye so he could have a magnified view of Joe's eye ball. He sliced gently into Joe's lens and then into the cornea. Placing the medi scalpel down he opened a small black box which contained another smaller box and a plastic swab. He put the swab over the open eye and pressed the light on top. A small sound came from the swab and quickly Theran put the swab into the smaller box and then locked the bigger box. A few seconds later he had healed the incision of Joe's eye and sat back.
Twenty five minutes later Joe sat up and held his eye. He looked over at his brother who had now sat down on a chair by the coffee table his fist on his chin. He stood up and noticed that the body from earlier and the blood had gone.

"Where's your pal gone mate?"

Theran pulled out a chair

"Sit down Joe"

Joseph took the chair and sat down away from the table. He looked at his brother.
"Go on. Explain that day, explain earlier and what the HELL DID YOU DO TO MY EYE?"

Theran coughed clearing his throat.

"I don't have a lot of time. That man earlier was Benazar. He was an experiment. The people who killed your wife and children were also experiments.  The day your wife died I was trying to capture those people and help them but by the time I got there the madness had already taken hold."

Joseph looked to the floor and shook his head his voice low.

"I saw, what I now know was you run away. You ran and left me."

Theran stood up and walked to the window of Joe's room and put his finger on the small rainbow bump.

"I didn't run away Joe. It was me who killed those men who were about to kill you"
Joseph looked up at his brother.

"Experiments you said. Yours ?  How can I believe you, and why don't I remember you killing them?"

Theran turned back to Joe and pulled his chair so it was next to him and sat down. He pulled the box out of his pocked and opened it.

"Joe ironically I stunned you first and then killed them. I too was also an experiment but I was cured very quickly. The people I work for helped me. My mission was to find the other victims and get to them before the cell went into overdrive"
Joe went to interrupt but Theran stopped him.

"The cell is a device undetectable in normal medical scans as it is made of a metal that adapts to your own DNA. Fifty people where experimented on during the first hours of their lives. It is inserted into the eye and left there. It is meant to bring a higher intelligence but emotions sent the cell into over drive. Once the cell breaks it sends a crippling madness through the individual. That's why the man you saw earlier had that horrific look on his face. The muscles in the face can't take such a surge of energy. I saved thirty eight, five died along on the same day as  your wife, two died during the first trials, the other two drowned yesterday. I thought Benazar had more time but he left me in the middle of the night thinking he could help me on his own. Poor soul."

The temperature in the room had dropped slightly so Joe stood and walked to the temperature console.

"Computer raise temperature to 22."

He turned back to Theran

"And the other three I'm guessing are us"

Theran gave a loose smile.

"Indeed. The answers are not fully complete but we have theories that I cannot yet tell you. Your eye will still hurt for ten days. I'm sorry brother for not coming sooner but my job takes me too many places and I see you will be leaving soon yourself.  I will communicate with you soon to let you know my findings."
Theran stood and put his hand on Joe's shoulder, and he smiled as Joe did not shun him. He picked his box up and walked to the door which opened. Joseph turned to him

"Theran. I have so many questions about where you have been all my life and how did you clean up this mess in such a quick time".

Theran smiled, turned his head slightly and quietly replied.

"Section thirty one does not like to leave traces brother. I will see you soon"
With that Joseph's brother once again left him on his own.

Yuki stood alone in the dark, she had hoped her performance would brighten her mood.  She was going to miss having a body, and being able to be seen by more than just one person.  But it didn't really serve any constructive purpose, and it certainly didn't make her any more real.  The Vulcans had been gracious hosts, and she had thanked them for the emitters but she knew it was time for this charade to end.

Korridan and Shyn were due to be posted soon, and from everything she had been hearing it appeared Starfleet considered her nothing more than luggage.  The Doctor had warned her, it had take years for the Voyager crew to treat him with anything resembling respect.  And as if that were not bad enough, he was forced to do it all over again once he reached Terra. 

The call had been a complete suprise, she had been so excited to talk to another non biological life form.  He had received copies of the music files she had donanted to the Archaeological Society, and was absolutely ecstatic about them.  And after catching a clip of one of her performances on the news had come up with an interesting proposal for her.  He had fallen in love with 'The Phantom of the Opera' and wanted her to join him in performing it.

It was easy to get caught up in his enthusiasm for the project, but she had to decline, she made her polite excuses and he accepted graciously.  They spoke for hours and even sang a few duets together.  But once they finally disconnected, she felt a loneliness that threatened to crush her.

Speaking with the Doctor had forced her to face something that she had sought to avoid.  The rest of the universe would never see her the way Korridan does, to everyone else she is simply a novelty.  Something dreamt up by a grieving scientist, which then went awry.

She looked out of the window, watching the people milling about in the common area.  Frustration gripped her, "Look at them," she thought, "they can come and go as they please."  "I can't even leave this apartment unless someone places my hardware on a dolly and wheels me outside."  "I am like an indolent," her face became flushed with anger, "No; I am worse than handicapped, at least a cripple has RIGHTS."  She sighed, "I am not even allowed those..."

She watched the happy couples flirthing in the garden area, "They are considered REAL because two others of their kind gave in to their animal instincts and GOT NASTY."  She closed the curtains in disgust, "I on the other hand was created out of a labor of love," she shook her head, "and yet somehow that makes me LESS real...?"  "Where is the logic in that?"

She sent her consciousness out into the Vulcan communications hub, and cancelled all of her engagements, and sent out notices to all interested parties that they are free to come and collect all of their concert and holographic equipment, she no longer had need of it.

Looking at her hands, "Time to end this illusion..."  She looked forlornly at Korridan, "No matter how heartfelt, how kind and accepting they may be..."  Her eyes welled with tears, "I will never; and can never; be one of them."

It was time for Yuki to be alone with her thoughts, to contemplate her existence.

She shut down the holographic emitter, never to use it again.

Rory sat in the command chair of the Aurora and simply observed the monitor. She patiently reviewed the logs of her flight to see where she could make improvements to her skill.

"Computer, open channel to Chief Rina Grant," she said as she paused the images moving across the view screen.


"Rory to Rina," the holographic female said aloud.

"This is Rina," the human woman replied. "how can I help you Rory?"

"I've been talking to Aria since she arrived on ship and we're thinking about throwing father a dinner party on the holodeck. We never got around to celebrating his promotion or his new position and I think we're well over due for a bit of fun."

"Wouldn't it be easier to just have a birthday party for him? How old is he anyway?"

"I think he's going to be eighty-eight."

"What?! Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes. Father is almost a hundred, but if you don't know that people would confuse him for a human in their early to late twenties."

"I know. Here I was thinking I was talking to someone that looked younger than me and was actually a few years older. I didn't expect him to be older than my grandparents."

Rory laughed at the comment. "What's going on with the two of you  anyway?"

"Not what you're suggesting. We're just friends. We've had a chance to relax when we weren't on duty, but it's a platonic relationship." Rina said.

"Father seems to think that he's too young to be in a committed relationship. I think he's worried about diverting his attention further away from Aria, Beth, and myself."

"Your father is a very nice man that has seen more than his share of death and destruction. His girls give him purpose and a center. I don't think he has ever looked beyond being a father. What, he has three children now? All without that pesky need to be involved with someone else on a deeper personal level. I just think that he's scared of losing someone else."

"You sound like you've had this talk with him before." Rory replied.

"We have. He didn't know what to make of how close you and Dennis had become. I told him that even holographic children would have to spread their wings at some point. Then somehow the conversation shifted to his lack of a committed relationships."

"Somehow?"

"Okay, I shifted it. Your father seems to have a good deal of female friends, but he also doesn't seem to be involved with anyone on that personal level. I was concerned."

"You were probing."

"I told you it wasn't like that, but we're going to have to pick this up some other time."

"You heading to duty?"

"I'm off duty for the next twelve hours and unlike your father, there is someone that I wish to get closer with on a personal level."

Rory laughed, "Have fun."

"I will and I'd love to help you get the party together. Once you figure out a guest list, we can decide the location." Rina said.

"Thanks for the talk." Rory replied.

"I don't mind. I know that Aria has her mother now. It's only fair that you have another woman that you can confide in and talk to."

"Rina, that really means a lot to me," Rory said softly.

"I know, but don't get sappy now, I have a date." Rina laughed. "I'll see you at some point later, Rina out."

Rory closed the communications channel and resumed reviewing her flight data. She would need to contact Dennis soon about the gathering. She needed a date and she knew how much he enjoyed having attention cast on him.

Joint post with Jen and InStitches

Ever since leaving the ship, Spring had felt ill at ease. Her blonde wig had crisped up in the arid atmosphere and itched. But she didn't dare snatch it off, or even scratch. There seemed to be an expected formality from the native Vulcans that was contrary to her nature. She had been addressed as "Ensign Farmer" instead of "Spring" or "Mackie," even by Ryla Drett, whom she now felt compelled to call "Doctor." The dryness in the air tended to mute scents, adding an undertone of old parchment to every smell.

This undertone was almost completely obliterated by the gespar used in Sevryll's home. It wasn't an overwhelming smell, just familiar. It reminded Spring of the scent for "the people" or "the family" in her native language. The tension in her chest began to ease. She would have liked to unobtrusively remove her gland covers in order to enhance the relaxed atmosphere but, while in uniform, that was not an option. Even so, Spring's natural scent of Trill lavender and vanilla subtly emanated from her skin.

The commander had just returned from touring the Arabella when she discovered Ryla and Spring waiting for her outside her home. The two had found shelter from the sun within the shadows of Sevryll's garden and seemed quite relieved when they saw the vulcan materialize before them. She had no idea how long they had been waiting, but the young fertilian looked particularly spent. Sevryll was unclear as to how Ryla Drett located her home, but if she learned anything from their recent dealings on Tiberius, it was never to doubt the trill doctor's resourcefulness.

After a brief explanation, Ryla introduced her friend and the three women entered the home. "News spreads quickly, as you know, Commander," said the trill as she sipped the cold water their hostess had given her.  "I heard that you accepted the Captain's offer and I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce a prospective recruit."

Sevryll's appearance was imposing, taller than Spring and paler than most vulcans. Or perhaps it was the way she held herself. If Spring stood that straight, she'd be feeling it all night. The vulcan's dark eyes focused on whomever she was speaking with and never wavered. Perhaps that was why she was a commander.

Sevryll noted the young fertilian's anxious air. She had observed a similar manner in many new recruits, but Ensign Farmer seemed more uncomfortable than nervous. "Perhaps it is Vulcan's arid environment," she thought.  Without a moment's hesitation, Spring handed Sevryll a PADD, and proceeded to list her skill sets and describe her experience in the field of botany. Sevryll glanced to the Personal Display Device and scrolled through the young ensign's numerous achievements and honors.

As she waited for the commander's comments, Spring's attention wandered to the clumsy, lumpy sculptures displayed with a remarkably artistic hand here and there about the room. She sniffed. Children. Two or three, maybe more. Their scent was misleading. Perhaps they were of various races.  She turned back to the conversation as she sensed a change in its direction.

Sevryll lifted her gaze from the PADD. "Your achievements are impressive for one so young. There is no doubt in my mind that you are qualified to serve in the science department aboard the Arabella. Typically, I would compare your records with statements from your references. Yet Doctor Drett's endorsement of you is more than sufficient."

Spring was hard-put to contain her elation. She kept the smile off her face, but a cloud of citrus and honey betrayed her. She shook the hair from her shoulders, subtly fanning the wig to lessen the scent, and carefully enunciated, "I would be honored to serve with such a distinguished crew. Thank you." Only Ryla noticed the white knuckles on hands held carefully at her sides.

"Can your ship increase speed, Captain.  It's important I reach Vulcan soon."  Sirach said to the man piloting the craft he was currently aboard.  It was a fairly small vessel.  Similar to a Starfleet Runabout in size and range.  But with more limited speed and not a lot of creature comforts.

"I told you before, Warp 3 is the best this old girl can do right now.  And even that was somewhat tricky to maintain before you worked some of your magic with the injector assemblies.  Didn't know you were so good with engines before you booked passage.  Might of given you and the Orion lady a discount if I had known about it.  Then again - maybe not.  Business has been a little rough lately."  The fairly small, heavy set ship's captain & pilot said to Sirach.  He had a very large head and a slightly orange skin coloring.  And his eyes were tinged yellow.  Sirach had thought he would be very popular during the old Earth holiday of Halloween and had to suppress a smile each time he looked at him.

"Understood captain.  And I appreciate your help on this.  I know you weren't expecting another passenger with me.  But the young lady ran into a bit of trouble and needed to leave.  I hope it hasn't been too much trouble having her aboard."  The out of uniform Starfleet Admiral said to the captain.

"Well, she is pretty distracting.  But a nice distraction - if you know what I mean!  Hehe!"  He said with a chuckle.

"I suppose I do.  I'll be in my quarters.  Keep me informed of our progress."  Sirach said, making it sound more like an order than a request.  He had been having trouble with that since coming aboard the small ship.  Years of command seemed to kick back in once he was in space again.  He had to admit, it felt good to be heading back after such a long time away.  He knew he left Spock and the rest still working on Romulus in a difficult situation, but he needed to get back to his life - his wife - his mission.  Sirach knew he had been gone far too long as it is.  He moved his way back to the small cabin he had shared aboard the ship with the Orion woman he had helped avoid a nasty Tellerite who didn't seem to want to take no as an answer.  He pressed the door chime.  A female voice from inside told him to 'enter.'

"Sirach.  You know this is really your cabin.  You don't need to ring the chime every time you come back."  The green skinned and very attractive Orion woman he had come to know as Syrette said as he walked in.  She was sitting on the small bed in the dimly lit room.

"Old habits I guess Syrette.  Besides, I told you respect works both ways.  I learned a long time ago to give and treat others as you would like them to treat you.  It's worked well for me over the years.  I've noticed you ring the chime too now when you come back from meals, and so forth."  He said with a grin.

"Well, I guess I do.  So what did the captain have to say?  Will we get to Vulcan in time?"  She asked, as she returned the Admiral's smile.

"I think so, but it's going to be close.  My information is not quite up to date either.  I do know several friends are grouping on Vulcan or at the shipyards there.  I am deducing a new mission is being prepared and possibly aboard a new vessel.  And I've told you about Lydia.  Many times I think by now."  He said thinking of the wife he hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Yes.  She's a very lucky woman.  I've never known anyone to be this close to an Orion woman in such tight quarters and be such a gentleman.  Of course, you know I was very grateful for the rescue.  I would of done anything to get out of that awful place."  She said as she got up and approached the tall Admiral in the small quarters they had been sharing.

"Well, Syrette I've been around the galaxy once or twice.  And I have the benefit of a certain upbringing and skills perhaps the other men you have met haven't.  But I have to admit, you haven't made it easy.  Now, behave or I might have to sell you to the captain.  Hehe!"  Sirach said with a laugh louder than he intended.

"I think I know you better than that now, Admiral.  Still feels funny calling you that."  She said as she leaned her attractive body back against the bulkhead wall.

"And it feels just as funny to me hearing it again after a long time away.  So, want to have another go at tri-dimensional chess?  You are improving quickly."  He said, activating the nearby small holo-board in the room.

"Why not?  It's not like I'll get you to do anything else.  You are a stubborn man Sirach dar Talbot."  The slim Orion woman said, sitting down in a small chair near the board.

"Funny, my wife has told me that many times over our years together."  He said as he started the chess program.  Sirach sat down and tried to focus on how good it would be to see Lydia again.  A tricky thing to do with a very willing Orion slave girl a meter away from you in a small cabin on a vessel you have chartered.  He just hoped he would make it to Vulcan in time.

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Four hours had past since Theran had left and so many thoughts had been running through Joe's mind. Where had Theran been? Why had he run away all those years ago? Who had been doing the experiments? And how long had his brother been part of Section thirty-one? Joe's emotions were also mixed. He was happy at knowing his long lost brother was alive, relieved at having some answers regarding his wife and the strange anomalies regarding his eye but he also felt guilty at wanting to know more.

Joe's thoughts were interrupted by the communication monitor.

"Incoming message"

Joe stood up and gave a long stretch and mouthed to the screen "On"

The monitor blipped on and a face familiar to Joe through Star Fleet records spoke to him. "Good Evening Lieutenant D'Callan, I am Captain Nathan Quinn. I apologize for this rather un-personal communication I was hoping to see you in person but I am afraid time has become rather short for me. I gather our mutual friend Commander Potter has informed you of my new command"

Joe nodded to the screen. "Yes sir, I spoke to him the other day. Congratulations".

Quinn smiled "Thank you Mr. D'Callan. Well our friend Mr. Potter had some very good things to say about you and I would like to offer you a position aboard the USS Arabella. I'd appreciate it if you could make your way to Vulcan straight away for your orders".

Joe smiled and his troubles seemed slightly distant now as thoughts of being back on a star ship electrified his mind. "It would be a pleasure sir; I will get the first transport to Vulcan." Quinn smiled "Very good Lt. I will see you soon. Quinn out".

The screen went blank and Joe turned to look at the open case on the floor and bent down to start re-packing.

KoraQ' stormed down the dark corridor of the Bird Of Prey, the thundering echo of his steel-shod boots intensified by the norrow confines of the passageway.  Behind him, K'Tan had to jog to keep up with the large Klingon's titanic stride.  As they neared the blast-shielded doorway leading to the bridge, KoraQ' whirled and grasped K'Tan by his shoulder, his massive hand clamping down like a steel trap.    As K'Tan stared in confusion, KoraQ' slammed him into the unyielding metal wall of the corridor; in the same motion, KoraQ' drew a gleaming, wickedly-curved dagger.  Holding K'Tan pinned against the wall at arm's length, KoraQ' slowly waved the knife in the air with his free hand.  KoraQ' stared at the blade, seemingly mesmerized by the reflected light dancing along its razor-thin edge.

"Do you know what this is?", he asked in a quiet, barely audible voice.  "This is a knife that our father took off of the corpse of a Romulan raider many years ago.  Before Father killed him, the Romulan used this very blade to slaughter a pair of humans who were attempting to live among us."  KoraQ' turned his gaze from the blade to the wide-eyed face of K'Tan.  "The humans died well, fighting shoulder to shoulder with Father before they were struck down.   Which is why Father swore an oath to raise their infant child as his own." 

K'Tan turned his head away, fighting to keep the pain he was feeling from registering on his face.  "I already know this story," he said with a growl.  "Do you have a point?"

"Indeed I do," KoraQ' replied.  "Our Father sacrificed much, enduring the ridicule of his peers for taking in what many of them considered an 'unworthy stray'.  KoraQ' paused, and smiled.  "Of course, they didn't dare risk ridiculing him to his face.  But he knew.  And although he didn't show it, I know that it ate him up inside."

K'Tan vainly struggled to escape KoraQ's grip as the large warrior leaned down to glare at him.

"Father and Mother took you into our house and did the impossible; they took a soft, mewling human infant and crafted it into a Klingon warrior!  And how do you repay their sacrifice?  By turning your back on the people who accepted you as one of their own!" 

KoraQ' turned his head and spit on the floor in disgust.  "You speak of honoring your human Captain by giving him your loyalty.  What about honoring your parents' sacrifice?"

"BIjatlh 'e' yImev!", K'Tan yelled, and with a herculean effort, managed to wrest himself from KoraQ's' grasp.

Stepping back from his little brother, KoraQ' slowly shook his head.  "'Shut up'?  Is that all you have to say?"

His chest heaving with barely contained rage, K'Tan stepped forward and craned his neck to look the towering Klingon captain in the eye.  "I honor our parents by remaining true to the lessons they taught me!  And as far as acceptance by our people goes, have you already forgotten that I had to kill one of your officers for challenging my worth as a warrior?"

After a pause, KoraQ' slowly shook his head.  K'Tan could easily read his disappointment, as well as an emotion he had rarely witnessed his older brother display-- sadness.  KoraQ' grasped his little brother's arm, then slapped the hilt of the Romulan blade into the palm of K'Tan's hand.  He then grasped K'Tan's hand, forcing his fingers closed around the knife handle, then turned away.  "You keep that," he said over his shoulder.  "Let it serve as a reminder of where you come from, and who your true people are."

As he headed for the bridge, KoraQ continued in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.  "If this discussion continues, it won't end well.  Let's leave it for now, and return you to your new ship."

As the towering Klingon captain stepped onto his bridge, K'Tan was left standing speechless, staring at the coldly-gleaming blade resting in his hand, and trying to sort out the conflicting emotions it stirred within him.

David was feeling very good, he had heard the news about Quinn and his new ship. Knowing Quinn David guesses it would be his opportunity to a good post. It would be long and he would be done with his academy days, on his first ship. His spirits were high as he walked down the hallway. Nothing, nothing at all could change that. Or so he thought. He never saw the two big men coming. He felt the burn of a phase on his back and then he awoke. Everything was dark around him. He tried to raise himself up to find nothing but barriers. He was trapped in a very cramped space.  He could hardly move. He began to panic. His breathe speed up and he began beating the walls trying to find something of a way out. None of the walls budged. He couldn't get out. This just made things worse. He almost started screaming for help, but in his mind the thought that he was fine this is just a test began to comfort him. He grew still. He calmed his breathing. In his silence he heard voices.
"Everything in order?" Someone said with the essence of a commander.
"Yes, sir, we got them him tied up in the cell." David wasn't tied up nor in a cell, he figured he would have noticed already.
"Get the rat out of the box." The commander yelled, "Whose bright idea was that sticking him in there?" The top of the box released flooding David's eyes with light. He hardly had a chance to move before being grabbed and thrown onto the floor.
"We have the other one in the only cell, the box was handy." David looked up at the two. A phaser was pointed right at him. David decided he would just lay on the ground till given orders.
"Get up," He did, "Move." The commander said guiding him with the tip of his phaser. David walked unquestioning to a cell where Dylan sat tied up and his mouth covered. David looked at him, David looked back, just a second of eye contact and a whole conversation had gone on between them. Dylan seemed to scream that he didn't mean this to happen. Anger came from David's eyes and Dylan knew it. This wasn't a situation either of them wanted to be in, they both could feel that one from the other.
"See your little brother tied in there?" The commander said pointing the phaser away from David and towards Dylan.
"Yes, sir, what ever he's done I'm sorry, but..."
"Shut up, what he's done, you want to know what he's done?" David wanted to know very much what his brother had done to get them into this situation, but he feared to ask, but it appeared the man was going to tell him anyway. "Your little brother has stolen something from me and my gang. Traded it off to another. I was going to kill him, but he mentioned he knew a professional thief who could retrieve it for us in exchange for his life."
"I'm sorry, but the ones we know are a weeks travel from here."
"You're that professional thief he was talking about idiot."
"What no, I'm not a thief."
"Thief or not, I got a mission for you, or your little brother dies. You go steal back my valuable, plus a few extra things to pay for damages and I'm call it a fair. You get your little brat back and you two go free. What do you say?"
David didn't think about what he said next, "Ok, I'll do it." He was going to do whatever he could to save his brother. He didn't require time to think about what he was getting himself into. He'd worry about that later.
"Good, come with me and I'll get you the information you need."
David looked back at Dylan just before exiting the room, "Dylan, I'll be back for you." He said without words, but his green eyes carried the message. Dylan's eyes seemed to reveal a confidants through the fear that David had never seen before. He knew Dylan believed in him, he could let his brother down.

The mission was simple enough for David, get in, get the goods, get out. He stood outside the back entrance of the small building. He had watched a man who walked in and was waiting for him to exit. It gave him time to think. He really was regretting his situation about this time. He knew something like this could get him kicked out of Starfleet. He tried to avoid the thoughts of giving up or surrendering. Dylan was the most important thing on the planet David wasn't going to let him suffer the pains he did or didn't deserve.

The back door opened again and the man walked out hurrying off seeming to pay close attention to everything around him. He never saw David though. David gave himself a good minute before he approached the door. David was quick to check for a camera or sensor, but strangely there seemed to be none, if there was one it was well hidden. He began overriding the lock. It was a complex code to brake, but David had beaten worse locks with his thief friends on Bigoras. It was a long time ago, but the ability to pick a lock never quite goes away.

Click, the door released and David slipped in. He pulled the hood on his head down farther over his face. He was as quiet as possible. He made his way to what he guessed was the control room. In the room David saw a man in a Starfleet uniform. He ducked out of sight. He cursed to himself, this wasn't just some gang storage house, this was a Starfleet supply depo. He had to steal from his own to save his brother. He felt to himself that he was fortunate enough not to be caught already, but to avoid all the sensors within the building he was going to need a miracle. Luckly he had a miracle sitting silently in his handbag. He reached in and pulled out a small box. It looked like a normal box, but inside it was a mass of technology. A small toy he had gotten from Dylan's room. It was designed to jam the sensor signal. As soon as he turned it on the sensors would go haywire. Nothing could be seen for a few minutes. The box could only be used once, it required a massive amount of power to neutralize an place and would fry all the circuitry within it upon use.

"Good," David thought, "Dylan can never use it again." He switched on the box. He heard the man's heavy feet slide around on the floor. He was likely confused. He wouldn't be able to send a signal to anyone, it was also jammed. David hurried away from the room towards the supply room. He quickly ran past all the unimportant numbered boxes till he found the box he was looking for. He pulled it off the shelf and stuffed it into his bag.

"Hey, stop right there." The voice of a woman sound behind him. He still had his hands in his bag. He could feel the hilt of his phaser. He didn't even give the woman a chance to speak again, he shot. She was only stunned. It made David feel terrible, but it was instinct. He knew what he needed to do. The alarms in the building began to sound. The phaser fire was not missed by the sensors. The jam wasn't going to work this time. David was already running as fast as he could. David got out and he run and didn't stop running till he was at least two miles away. He was pretty sure he wasn't identified and overall successful, but he didn't feel successful, he felt like a traitor. He sat down and pitied what he had done. It was something he never want to do again.

He caught his breath, "This isn't over yet," He said to himself. He looked at the box he had stolen and a plan began to form in his mind. He had little time or insurance, but he knew what he was going to do no matter the consequences.

Shyn came out of the shower clean and refreshed; the hot pulsing water had felt good on her sore muscles.  It was their last sparring session before their new posting aboard the Arabella, it had been brutal.  Shyn was actually looking forward to meditation and sleep tonight.  She finished toweling herself off as she headed to the kitchen, looking forward to a well deserved meal.  She stopped at the breakfast bar, not only was dinner not ready but there was nothing even prepped in the kitchen.  This is not a good sign. 

She went looking for Korridan, it was not like him to not have dinner ready, something must be wrong.  she found him sitting in the living room, scowling at a PADD.  "What is wrong Sensei?"  She asked.  Without taking his eyes off the PADD, "Something is wrong with Yuki..."  Shyn realized she had not seen Yuki all day, when her eyes went back to him he was looking at her over the top of the PADD, "I have not felt her presence all day, so I started running a diagnostic."  He sighed, lowering the PADD to his lap, "Her core processors are redlining," he tossed the PADD onto the coffee table, "and she has come close to self termination on numerous occasions."

Shyn eyes went wide, "Any idea what may have triggered this?" He nodded, "I checked the communications logs," he sighed, "She talked to The Doctor yesterday for about three hours."  Shyn's brow furrowed, "Which Doctor?"  He looked at her somberly, "THE Doctor..."  Her eyes went up and to the right as she accessed her memory, and after a brief moment, "Oh..."  She fell into a chair, and her eyes went to the display, lines rose and fell like waves in a storm, changing from green, to yellow, and to red.  "I can see how that may have triggered an identity crisis for her," she tore her eyes from the PADD's display and looked to Korridan, "and cause her to worry about her future."

After a pregnant pause Korridan spoke, "If she won't speak to us, we must speak to her."  She asked, "How do we do that?"  He grinned, "We hack our way in..."  And so they did, and after hooking up the PADD to the hardware and hitting the appropriate keys Yuki appeared on the screen.  She looked at them from the screen, a Little miffed, "Can't a girl have a little privacy around here!?"

Shyn spoke first, "We are worried about you Yuki."  Yuki looked from one to the other, her lips moved but no words escaped them.

Korridan handed the PADD to Shyn, she took it but looked puzzled as to why.  He explained, "You are a woman, she will feel more comfortable unloading to you."  He continued as he made his exit, "Once she has properly vented and calmed down," he turned at the doorway, "Then she can talk to me when she is ready."  He smiled, "I am glad she has a new friend to talk to, Thank You Shyn."  He left them alone.

Shyn and Yuki talked and cried late into the evening.  She was no counselour, but being a good and earnest friend, and a good listener seemed to be enough to help.

Korridan slept well that night, knowing that Yuki was in good hands.

The shuttle glided toward their new home. Nathan and Nic looked out the shuttle's window as the beautiful gray starship came into view. Nic whistled "She's a beauty Nathan." Quinn smiled and placed his arm around Nic's shoulder, "She's our new home."

The shuttle pulled into the shuttle bay and landed softly with a hiss. Quinn stood up, straightened his uniform took a deep breath and exited the ship. Nic exited right behind his Captain. Nathan stood there for a moment and looked around the shuttle bay. There were various crewmembers working on various things all to busy to notice him. Nic cleared his throat and yelled "Captain on board!!" Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stood at attention. Nathan gave Nic a quick smile before saying "At ease." Everyone relaxed a bit, Quinn smiled and walked up to several crewmen and shook their hands. They greeted him with smiles and "welcomes" as he moved through the shuttle bay. A few minutes later Quinn and Took entered Took's new quarters. Nic looked around "These are all mine?" Quinn laughed "Yep you're a Lieutenant and Assistant Chief of Engineer. You no longer have to share quarters. I'll let you settle in, I need to get to the bridge and see how things are going." Quinn lean in and gave Took a kiss on the cheek. "See you later than," Nic said has Quinn turned and headed down the corridor. 

The Petersons arrived at Vulcan without incident. Casey was anxious to see the Arabella and her sickbay. Myella was also excited as this was her first space assignment and her first time on a starship.

Casey Proceeded to procure seats on a shuttle to the Arabella and gathered his and Myellas belongings, he was happy to be going back into space and for the first time in a year Casey felt like he was home.

Dr. Peterson and his wife stepped into the shuttle and took their seats, they would be sharing this shuttle with a few other crew members. Casey looked at his wife and wondered if they looked that young on their first assignment.

The shuttle began launch procedures and quickly left the atmosphere of Vulcan and entered the darkness of space. In a few moments he would be on board the Arabella and in surroundings that although differrent would be familiar to him as he was coming home to his friends and family.

The bright golden afternoon, silhouetted Sevryll's form as she opened the door to exit the house that had been her home for over a year. The simple stone structure, would await her return... and she would return... some day. Sevryll glanced about the garden, taking in the scent of the various herbs that had been planted centuries before by T'Les. She would miss meditating here, in the open air with the warmth of the sun on her skin. Since her arrival on Vulcan, Sevryll had spent many hours in the small garden, watching the children play, meditating, and thinking of David. The latter was not an invited thought, yet he often crept into her quiet reflections. She preferred not to worry about his wellbeing, but he was, after all, her husband, and his absence was difficult to endure. 

Loneliness was possibly the most challenging emotion to suppress. She played numerous musical pieces, from many worlds, on her violin in an attempt to quell the emotion...but they never seemed to adequately expel it. The various arrangements, meant to express the forlorn feelings, tended to exacerbate rather than alleviate. The only remedy that eased her aching was her children. Their laughter was delightfully distracting—a joy that she had not savored before the onset of the virus. She counted the enjoyment she experienced at the sound of their mirth, as the only benefit gained from the horrible events that robbed her of her emotional restraint. 

M'Rynn giggled as she ran into the courtyard, with five other children close behind. Her twin brother N'Vall, was among the group that chased her into the garden. "Tag!" he shouted as he tapped her on the arm. She laughed and tried to touch him, but he dodged her reach and started to run out the gate.

"N'Vall." Said his mother, calling him from his game. "It's time to leave. Say goodbye to your friends."

The Vulcan children restrained their disappointment, but her own children expressed their dissatisfaction openly. Yet their protests were ceased with a mild tone that coated their mother's words.  It was a timbre that clearly communicated that their whining would not be tolerated. The three-year-old, half-vulcan half-terran children, said their goodbyes and watched as their friends filed out the gate and out of sight. "I'm sorry." Said Sevryll. She wanted nothing more than for her children to be safe and happy, but safety was no longer something she could secure on Vulcan. The young mother hoped there would be other children they could play with onboard Arabella.

"I want to push it!" said M'rynn. "You got to push it last time!" 

"No! It's my turn!" complained her brother.

Sevryll silenced the argument simply by arcing her eyebrow.  When she had their full attention, the tall woman knelt before them and said in a quiet, even alto, "M'rynn is correct, it is her turn to press the combadge."   

The litter girl wasted no time in tapping the insignia pinned to her mother's uniform and giggled at the melodic chime that ensued. "Sevryll to Arabella. Three to beam up."

A bright light enveloped them and a moment later they were standing on the pad in Transporter Room One. "Welcome aboard, Commander Sevryll." Said the ever-cheery Chief Frep. The denoblian's enormous smile stretched awkwardly upward, as he glanced to the twins. "Greetings children!"

Immediately the twins rushed off the pad to hug his leg. "Hi Frep!" said N'vall.

"It is good to see you chief." Said their mother.

The denoblian grinned and nodded in response as the vulcan ushered her children out of the transporter room and to their new quarters. "I'll see you later!" he said as the children waved to him.  It was almost their dinner time, and Sevryll wanted to get them bathed before the went to Aeric's party.





 

David walked up to the door and hit the door loud enough to be heard by anyone inside. The door opened and he stepped in. He could see the commander standing across the room. David stayed close to the door.

"You got my package?"

"Where's Dylan?" The commander gave one of the guards behind him a quick look that told him to bring Dylan. David watched as they dragged Dylan out. He was still tied and he looked like he had been through a beating.

"There you see him, call this an even swap, I take the package and you take the brat."

David reached into the bag to grab the package when he did he felt his phaser with his fingertips. He made slow movements not to draw suspicion. He passed right by the phaser and slide out the package slowly. "Here your package."

"Hand it here." The commander ordered.

"Not till you send over my brother." David had his eye on the way out, as long as there was a clear path he could get out. Soon as he had Dylan he planned to make a run for it.

"I ain't given you your brother without knowing the stuff I want is in that box."

"I can't give it to you till I have my brother."

The commander pulled out a phaser. He aimed it straight as David, "You might want to reconsider that, son." David's hand slipped quickly into his handbag pulling out the phaser. He set it to kill and pointed it at the package.

"How important is your package?" David said now unable to stop the fear in his voice. The commander seemed fearless he pointed his phaser at Dylan's brother. He seemed to have complete control of the situation, now.

"How important is your brother?"

David began to shack, he lowered the phaser just a little to much. One of the guards grabbed him from behind removing the phaser from his hand. The package fell to the floor with a thud. David struggled for a moment to realize there was no way of getting away from the guard. He felt so stupid, he stopped watching the door for a minute and the guard had gotten behind him. The commander walked up slowly picked up the package.

"Thankyou David, you've been a great deal of help. Don't suppose you know what's actually in this box." He said cutting open the top of the box with a small knife. "You might find it surprising to know..." He ripped open the top of the box, David closed his eyes tightly and in the split second got his hand free to use as a shield from the bright light that imitated from the opening.

David stood there in the dark for a moment in the silence of the room. No one moved and he guessed he was the only person left standing. He reached down on the floor to try and find his handbag. Inside he found his comm. badge.

"I can't let you get away, you became my responsibility as soon as I took this job." David was about to send a message telling the admiral everything. He knew this could be the end for him in Starfleet, but he felt it was the right thing to do, he wasn't going to become a thief again. It was the life he never wanted. It was what he feared most, being that person who he had put behind him so long ago.

Before he could make the transmission, he heard clapping. "Good job, Reese. You did well." David looked up, but his eyes were too blind to see who it was walking towards him.

"Computer brighten the lights please." The lights began to rise and the Admiral's face came into focus.

"What?" was the only thing David could think to say in his current situation.

"You passed your test, quite entertaining I must say. Definitely surprised me. I must say I expected you to complete the mission and get away with your brother. Good actor that one, maybe he should go into theater."

David stood up, "All this, it was my psych test?"

"Yeah, you passed with flying colors."

"But I had my phaser on..., I could have actually hurt someone."

"No the phaser is neutralized, Only setting's stun. It's been neutralized ever since you stepped into the storage space. Besides everyone has a personal shield, that it except you of course."

"I don't know what to say." David was shocked, all this was just a test, he had trouble believing it. His plan worked, he had hidden the content of the box and replaced it with a flash bomb, "Oh, crap," David realized what he had just done to everyone, "I'm sorry about the flash bomb, I had thought..."

"Don't worry about it, they can deal with it," David knew Dylan wasn't going to forgive him, "you have something else to worry about, get packing ensign." The admiral passed him a small letter and walked out of the building. A small crew of man and woman rushed into the room and began cleaning up everything and giving aid to everyone unconscious on the floor. David didn't notice as he opened the letter. It was a ticket for an Ensign Reese, a one-way ticket to Vulcan. He then pulled out a small note that simply read "Orders on arrival" signed by Quinn.

Reese slipped the ticket into his bag taking care to put it where he wouldn't loose it. He went to his brother and slung him over his back, "Sorry about this Dylan."

Dylan was beginning to wake up and managed to mutter just a few words, "'id ya pass?" Translated, "Did you pass?"

"Yeah, I did." Reese replied, "I did it."

"Good for you," Dylan said sarcastically, "I'm going to kill you for this." He carried his brother out, he knew Dylan was really proud of him beyond the anger. Reese felt ready for anything now. The Universe had just been given to him and he was eager to explore it.

K'Tan materialized in the Arabella's transporter room amid a cloud of shimmering motes which gradually faded away.  As he stepped off of the transporter platform, the Denobulan transporter chief slowly looked him up and down, taken aback by the sight of the tall, scar-faced human wearing a full set of Klingon armor.  "Nice outfit," the chief replied, his lip turned up in a slight smile. 

Lost in thought, K'Tan glanced briefly up from the romulan blade still clutched in his hand, then headed for the rooms exit.  "Hmph," was his only reply.

"What a chatty guy," the chief muttered under his breath as the door closed behind the preoccupied Lieutenant.

After exiting the transporter room, K'Tan walked down the carpeted corridor and headed toward a nearby wall-mounted computer interface terminal.  Before leaving his brother's ship, he had forwarded his acceptance of Quinns' offer to serve aboard the Arabella; the reply had instructed him to find his quarters assignment after coming aboard. 

K'Tan's finger traced the deck layout graphic on the monitor, locating his quarters on deck 2.  He then traced out the most direct route to the Tactical Department on Deck 14.  After I settle in, I'll have to head down and meet the new crewmembers, he thought to himself.

As he headed for the turbolift, K'Tan paused at a large, oval shaped window overlooking the Vulcan shipyard.  As he gazed out, he saw the dark-green form of a Bird Of Prey heading away from the shipyard.  As the craft shrank in the distance, the image gave the telltale waver of an activating cloaking device, then vanished from sight. 

"Goodbye, brother," He said quietly.  "QAPLA'."

Korridans consciousness slowly came to him; and he felt in his mind the presence of his beloved Yuki, she was softly humming something that sounded familiar.  He surmised that she was waiting for him to awaken.  He had always enjoyed her singing, he found it very therapeutic, and he had always suspected it was for her as well.  She softly began singing as if thinking out loud to her self.

There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.

Her voice faltered, she became aware that he was awake.  When she spoke he could tell she was very nervous, her accent was thick, "I am sorry I made you worry, it was selfish of me..."  He slowly sat up in bed, not wanting to seem agitated at the early morning interuption, "You were angry and frightened."  He absent mindedly nodded as he spoke, "Understandable, for some one who feels powerless to do anything about their situation."  She fidgeted, "I don't want to wind up a slave like those early model EMH's," her accent became so clipped he could barely follow her speech, "Mining or scrubbing plasma conduits..."  

He kept his voice even and steady, trying to calm her,"You won't, we will be in an exploration vessel heading away from the Federation," he spread his hands, "you have nothing to fear from them."  "But you still don't trust them do you?" Her eyes seeking to pierce his calm facade.  "No," he confessed, "I don't trust the Federation, I trust people."  He continued before Yuki could ask another question, "I have read good things about this Captian, and a good Captain surrounds himself with good people."

She looked nervous, pacing back and forth.  Looking at him with eyes that wanted desperately to believe him.  He continued, "There will come a time when I will feel confident enough about the character of his staff to bring you to their attention."  He looked her in the eyes, "And I will request that they give you a job to do, so that you can prove your worth to them and earn their trust."

She stopped pacing, and sat on the bed next to him, "I understand, The Doctor had to earn the trust and respect of the Voyager crew, and I will have to do the same aboard the Arabella."  She looked away from him, not wanting him to see her so fragile, "I... am just so... scared."  

He looked at her wondering what to say.  When an idea came to him, sometimes when a persons own words seem inadequate, they will quote from works of great literature.  For Yuki, her favorite form of expression, when mere words failed her, were song lyrics.  He patted her hand, "Why don't you sing the last chorus?"  She smiled; and nodded.  Realizing the true relevance to their own situation she softly sang the words:

There's a place for us,
A time and place for us,                                   She held out her hand to Korridan.
Hold my hand a we're half way there.                Korridan took her hand and spoke the next line.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there.                 Yuki sang the next word.
Somehow.                                                      He spoke the next word.
Someday,                                                       The both spoke the next word together.
Somewhere.

=/\=  Master Saryn Rayna's concentration was broken by the sound of his children's arrival at his quarters. Rising from his meditation cushion, he greeted them quietly.  He was comforted by the sight of their hastily-packed luggage, and barely noticed the sehlat cub that Taran was now forced to bring along.

 Saryn's decision to accept Master Sevryll's offer of refuge for him and his daughter had coincided perfectly with Captain Quinn's offer of assignment for his son Taran to the newly minted USS Arabella.  Ensign Taran Rayna would ship out with a new crew after transport with his family to a Vulcan space station, where they would await a ship home to Mars.

Saryn reached for his communicator and called for the scheduled beam-out.
The air shimmered with light, while a high pitched transporter whine filled their ears.....
 A new chapter in their lives was beginning.

Counselor Margon glanced over at J'dan.  He was checking a cargo manifest for the new mess hall on the Arabella.  The two friends were catching a ride on a cargo transport that was headed for Vulcan.

"Is everything in order?" asked the Counselor.

"Yep, things are good boss" J'dan barked back.

The counselor checked the pet carrier and assured his cat Mr. Mouse.  "It's ok lunkhead, you'll be fine"  The Cat meowed low and began to growl.  "He doesn't like transport" the Bolian grinned.

J'dan sat down and closed his eyes.  This wasn't a very long trip, but he thought he would get some sleep in before all of the preperation in the new mess hall.

Counselor Margon sat next to Mr. Mouse and held a couple of data crystals in his hand.  "I hope these are worth all the work we did" he muttered to himself as the ship rocked back and forth and left the atmosphere of Earth. 

In a few hours he would materialize on to his new ship.  His quarters were vastly different than the Tiberius.  In fact with all of the holo deck work he had been doing he was in for quite a surprise.  His quarters and office were in the same area, and his clients would be very surprised by the surroundings.

He was looking forward to being reunited with his crewmates.  He missed them all, and longed for the adventure.

Commander Aeric James, Chief of Operations, arrived early for his shift. While most of the crew where still arriving and settling in, he took his place at the operations station on the bridge.

He didn't arrive early to impress anyone, but because there was work to be done. The ship would be free of her docking tethers soon and he needed to make sure that the power systems and crew duty list were all running at peak efficiency. He smiled to himself at the soft purr of the Quantum reactors. They were part of the blessing that allowed the ship the comforts that she had and superior to the old fusion reactors in almost every way. Besides the Aurora, the Arabella was one of the best ships that he had the honor of working on. She was everything that she could be within the scope of her mission.

He was happy that he was at the operations center and that K'arath and K'tan were both in positions that they had helped to refine on the class. With Quinn and Sevryll as their commanding officers, the ship and crew couldn't ask for a better ship. Aeric was relieved when K'arath agreed to continue with the new ship. The klingon would know what to expect of the engines better than any other engineer assigned to the class. K'arath had been there when they first installed the new drive system and had sat in on more than a few of the design sessions that Aeric hosted on the VFY. As Quinn would put it, it was a ship made by family, for family.


On Deck 5, Acting Ensign Aria James made her way to the medical labs. After speaking in detail with Captain Quinn, she knew that she too belonged on the new ship and she would best contribute in the medical department. As a practicing civilian doctor, she had been responsible for repairing the neural interface of another new crew member and while she had signed off on his return to duty, she still wanted to keep an eye on him.

She walked slowly to her destination, distracted by her thoughts. The Bajoran she had helped on Vulcan had been implanted with neural tech that was almost two decades old if not older. It was a well built system, but it wouldn't complete with the advances that had been made since then. She had consulted with several experts, including her father, on a suitable replacement for the aging system and was happen when her father offered to review the case. The resulting hybrid design still impressed her.


Chief Petty Officer Rina Grant sat quietly in the Flight Control Center. She was in the last hour of a sixteen hour double shift. With her assignment as the shuttle bay chief, she had to make sure that all vessels were accounted for and only authorized personal arrived via shuttle. She took a long sip of her coffee and continued to watch the last of the cargo shuttles dock with their final loads.

It was from that room that she knew without a doubt the importance of her job. Transporters might be flashier and faster, but the life and success of any starship depended on their support craft. There were just too many things that were too fragile or special to transport. There were too many unknown worlds that would find it easier to accept a ship landing than people appearing out of the blue. Transporters also didn't have the range and reliability of a good shuttle.

Sure people beaming into a place was faster, but it was the shuttles, her shuttles, that made sure the crew got home when something goes wrong with the transporters.


Rory and the holograpic dog moved about her father's quarters as Beth slept in the adjoining room. It was too early to take her little sister to Mrs. Noguchi, so she opted to spend the time watching over the little one until it was a more reasonable time. She had been informed by her father that he would be working a twenty-four hour cycle the first two days of their departure. He needed to make sure that his new assistant and their Gamma Shift Relief were up to the tasks ahead of them. She could only hope that this Rava person could keep up with her father's standards and she really had no words of wisdom for the Gamma Shift Relief. Hopefully both would realize the blessing that Beth was to keeping Aeric out of their hair constantly.

Ryla Drett entered the small lounge on the Arabella, and headed to an empty table. The place was smaller and not quite as jovial as Five Forward had been. When Brex was running things, the lounge on the Tiberius was always hopping. But then the new ship's lounge hadn't a chance to define itself yet. "It just needs to be broken in," she thought to herself. "A few drinking songs sung by boisterous Klingons, and a rowdy party or two would make it feel just like home."

Doctor Drett had just left sickbay. As the assistant CMO, she would be busy for the next few days as the crew began to trickle in for their physicals. But she enjoyed being back on a starship with people who were going somewhere and doing something adventurous. Adventure always made her feel alive.

When they came aboard earlier in the day, she and her friend Spring, made plans for dinner at the end of their shifts. Doctor Drett expected the Fertilian in the next hour or so, and in the mean time she hoped to see a few of her old shipmates filing in for a drink.

She smiled at the waiter who came to her table.

"Good evening," he said, "what can I get for you?"

"I think I'll have a Mayan Sacrifice."

"A what?" asked the puzzled waiter.

She laughed, "Oh, I'm not referring to a ritual. It's a drink."

"Good. I don't like blood. I don't believe the bartender knows how to make that one." He said with an apologetic smile.

Ryla took a deep breath and began to explain as she waved her hands about to illustrate the intricacies. "That's OK. Here's how you make it. Pour equal parts tequila, triple sec and Kalhua in a brandy snifter. Mix it and set it on fire. Oh... I'll need a straw and a fun-loving crowd to cheer me on."

"I'm sorry, we only serve synthahol here." Said the waiter.

"Oh, I know... I was kidding. I don't need to get drunk to have a good time. Though the cheering crowd would liven this place up. It's pretty stuffy in here." She flashed a pretty smile at him and changed her order. "Just bring me a cup of coffee with a little of that fake Kalhua mixed in it." The waiter left Ryla at the table to people watch. There were many new faces on the ship, and a few she recognized... she would probably be seeing them all in sick bay for their physicals very soon.

Dennis appeared in the living space as the children rushed into the room. The hologram beamed aboard with their belongings and had taken the opportunity to make their new quarters home, by putting everything away for Sevryll. He could tell she was appreciative, but her obsessive-compulsive nature refused to leave anything where he put it. The hologram watched as the vulcan rearranged artifacts and pictures. When she pivoted a sculpture to face the opposite direction he decided to tease her, "now it's crooked."

Sevryll glanced to Dennis and then to the sculpture to consider its placment. After a brief moment she shifted it back into its original position. "You're right," she said. She smoothed out her civilian jump suit and tucked her hair behind her ear. "If we are to arrive at the party on time we should leave now."

"Are your parent's coming?" asked Dennis.

"No. They're staying in their quarters this evening... father was fatigued by the move."

"I heard he was ticked-off that you were making him leave Vulcan," said Dennis as he scooped up the children.

Sevryll resisted the urge to frown at the hologram, "father's physical and mental condition may be limited, but he is still in control of his emotions."

"Of course... I didn't mean anything by that," said Dennis as he followed her out of the quarters to the turbolift. Her father's condition and their move from Vulcan was a touchy subject and he respected Sevryll too much to push that button too many times.

"Mind if we swing by the James' quarters? I'm taking Rory to the party." He said with a grin.

The shuttle climbed out of Vulcan's gravity well, and began a graceful arc toward the Vulcan Shipyard.  Korridan tried his best not to fidget in his seat toward the rear of the craft.  He was not used to letting somebody else pilot, but the shuttle was on loan from Shyn's friend at the Port Authority, and this was the simplest way to get his shuttle back to him once they disembarked.  Shyn sat up front in the copilot's seat so she could get a good view of all the ships being worked on, and of course so she could pester the Vulcan pilot.

Korridan did his best to stay relaxed, he was in the back in case he needed to calm Yuki down.  Talking to someone no one else can see can be disconcerting, to people outside of the circle of trust.  But the pilot was so preoccupied that Korridan doubted he would even notice; between piloting the shuttle and Shyn's attempts to get him to perform a barrel roll he was pretty busy.

"DO it."  "No."  "Do it."  "No."  "Do it."  "No."  "Do it."  "No."  "Do it."  "No."  "Do it."  "No"  "Do it."

Korridan cleared his throat loudly.  The shuttle remained quiet for a few minutes.

"You know you want to..."  Shyn teased the Vulcan.   He stoically replied, "You are in error."

"It'll be fun."  She replied.  He coolly answered, "I have no intrest in fun."

She stuck her lower lip out, "What about MY intrest in fun?"  He looked at her, "When you pilot your own shuttle you may indulge in fun." She smiled, "Ah, so you want ME to do the barrel roll for you?"  An eyebrow went up, "That is not what I said."  She feigned puzzlement, "Well, then what did you say?"  He looked over at her, "Perhaps I should use shorter sentences with smaller words, if you do not understand me."  Shyn grinned widely, "Ooh, we got us a fiesty one here..."

Yuki laughed in Korridans head at Shyn's exchange with the Vulcan.  Korridan had had enough of the nonsense, "Shyn!"  She looked at him startled.  He glared at her, "If we crash, I am holding you responsible; now leave the poor man alone, and let him do his job in peace." 

She slowly and overdramatically turned to face the front.  Crossed her arms and pouted, she turned her head slightly so she could glare at the Vulcan.  The pilot seemingly ignored her glare as he went about his job.  But when checking his Navigational display his eyes looked up at her, and she caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.  Shyn swung around looking at Korridan and pointed accusingly at the Vulcan, "Did you see that?"

Korridan yelled at her, "Shut up!"

She swung back around and faced the front of the shuttle.  She watched the majestic shape of the Arabella grow as they approached, her pearlescent hull shined under the lights of the drydock.  Worker bees and cargo pods buzzed around her, busy with final preparations.

Yuki looked through Korridans eyes, and admired the graceful lines of her hull.  She noticed the name above the shuttle bay and commented on it, "Did you know your ship is named after an Opera?"  Korridan chuckled at that.

Shyn heard the chuckle and cautiously turned to look at him.  She was met with a glare, and a finger gesturing for her keep her eyes front.  She huffed, and turned back around.

Yuki giggled in Korridans head, "Bad Kitty..."

After a brief tour of the ship and the new science station on the bridge, Lieutenant Zremm decided to settle into his new quarters.  He hadn't really had time to unpack on the Arabella yet since arriving, deciding to try and become acquainted with his new home first.  The ship certainly was impressive he thought to himself as he put away several duty uniforms.  He was certain Commander James the new COO was responsible for many of the upgrades he had seen.  She was a beautiful vessel, but Zremm found his thoughts drifting back to his time aboard the Tiberius.  And to meeting Marie.  He sat down on his bed and remembered that day like it had just happened.

"Engineering, where is that Ensign at?  My station is still not calibrating properly.  Sensors are out of alignment.  If Commander Sevryll gets here before this is fixed, my antennae will be in a knot."  Zremm said into the comm panel.  Just then the bridge turbo lift doors opened and a petite blond engineer walked quickly over to Zremm.

"Ensign Marie Barton, reporting as ordered sir.  What's the trouble?"  The woman said with a slight grin.  She hadn't had much contact with Andorians before.  Only two had been in her group at Starfleet Academy.  But she had always found their appearance quite attractive.

"It's about time Ensign, ahh, Barton.  What kind of engineering group is K'arath running down there anyway?  Never mind that.  Just recalibrate my sensors and run a full diagnostic.  They don't seem to want to respond to me."  Zremm said to Ensign Barton.  Usually Zremm was patient which was normally difficult for his people.  But he tended to be frustrated when technology got in the way of what he was trying to do.

"Certainly, sir.  I'll get right to it."  Ensign Barton said, opening her tool kit and pulling out a data spanner.  She pulled the lower panel off Zremm's station and began her work.  The assistant science officer tried to stay out of her way for the next few minutes while she crawled around under his control panels.  For some reason, having her working in such close proximity made him nervous.  Which was a strange feeling and one he didn't have very often.

"How's it going ensign?"  Lieutenant Zremm said after several more minutes.

"Almost there sir.  Try to reinitialize the long range sensors now."  She said from below his station.  Zremm moved his hands across the well known control sequence and the sensors responded.  He couldn't help but smile.  He ran a quick check and found all systems were back online and functioning normally.

"I'm not sure what you did ensign, but it seems to of done the trick."  Zremm said.

"If you would like to come down here lieutenant, I'll show you."  Ensign Barton said.  Zremm moved down to the open panel and had to move his head very close to Ensign Barton's to see where she was pointing her spanner at.

"You see that pair of data modules?  They had burnt out.  Probably a simple power overload during that recent ion storm.  That plus a logic control circuit was all I had to fix.  Everything should be ship shape now, sir."  Marie Barton said to the handsome blue faced lieutenant laying next to her.

"Well, if you say so Ensign Barton.  You're the engineer.  Just glad you got it fixed before Commander Sevryll comes on duty.  You got me out of a jam on this one.  Not sure how I can thank you."  Zremm said before he could stop.  He wasn't really in the habit of thanking other officers for doing their jobs.  But for some reason he seemed to want to be especially polite around this human.

"Well, you could buy me dinner?  Or I mean at least join me later in 5 forward.  I'm off duty in 15 minutes.  Ah, sir."  Marie said, blushing slightly as the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Hmm, ahh, well,....perhaps I might see you down there then, Ensign Barton.  I will be off duty shortly as well."  Zremm said as he got back up quickly.  He reached a hand down and helped pull up the small ensign off the deck.  Her hand was soft and warm in his.  He held it a bit too long after he helped Marie up and she looked down to remind him of that fact as he quickly let go.

"Very well, sir.  If there is nothing else, I will leave you to your duties lieutenant."  Marie Barton said as she quickly gathered her tools and exited the bridge.

As Zremm sat on his new bed aboard the Arabella, he shook his head to try and break his thoughts out from the past.  No use thinking about her now Zremm, he tried to tell himself.  She's most likely on her way back to Earth.  He started to feel almost ill and placed his hands over his face as he leaned forward.  If he couldn't shake these thoughts and feelings he was starting to fear they might interfere with his duty aboard this new ship.  Captain Quinn deserved better he thought.  Perhaps a trip to see Margon was in order, he thought to himself as he tried to shake off the heaviness he felt inside.

The transporter shuttle hovered below the bulk of the USS Arabella.
"You have permission to beam aboard Lt D'Callan"

Joseph picked his case up and pulled his uniform in to place.

"Thank you Ensign. Energise"

The light swirled around Joe and slowly the interior of the shuttle craft melted into the interior of the transporter room aboard his new home. Stepping off the transporter deck he acknowledged the crewman and passed through the doors, he stopped and backed back into the transporter room ans spoke to the transporter engineer.

"Sorry erm, where do i go"

The engineer smiled.

"I'd head to the lounge, that's where a lot of the new crew will be."

Joe smiled back

"Thanks and the lounge is?"

"Turn right and head to the noise"

Joe pointed at the engineer and laughed. The doors gently closed behind him and Joe headed to the lounge to begin his new life.

"Well, it's about time.  I was starting to think you walked to Vulcan."  The dark haired attractive human woman said to the tall half-Romulan making his way across the Vulcan space port.  He couldn't help but smile when he saw the woman attempting to give him a hard time.

"Now Lydia.  You know I like to obey all posted warp speeds during my travels.  Besides, I ran into a few snags along the way.  I mean there was this Tellarite and he,..."  Sirach said as he approached the woman waiting for him, but was interrupted.

"Shut up and get over here."  She said as he moved quickly to take the woman he loved and had put through so much during his time in Starfleet into his arms.  For the next few minutes they just held each other, not wanting to let go.  Sirach could smell the familiar flowery scent in her hair.  During his time away he had pushed down his feelings so much that they now all came rushing back to the surface.  He could feel his eyes moisten as he continued to hold his wife in his arms.  Then she pulled back slightly but only to lean up to kiss her husband that she had been missing for far too long.  Lydia Talbot was a strong woman.  The wife of a Starfleet Admiral had to be.  But it was moments like these that made her realize again just how much she loved this man that her held her tightly.

"Well, maybe you two would like some alone time.  I'll just go find myself a place to stay.  Thanks again for the help, ahh Admiral."  The green Orion woman who was standing near them said as she started to walk away.

"Oh, pardon us Syrette.  It's been awhile since we've seen each other, as I told you.  But where are my manners, Syrette this is my wife Lydia.  Lydia, this is Syrette.  I kind of helped her out of a little trouble she was having."  Sirach said, as he could feel a warmth in his cheeks.  He just realized how it must look showing up with an Orion slave girl to meet his wife after such a long time apart.

"Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Talbot."  The Orion woman said, slightly not meeting the human woman's eyes.

"Orion women now, Sirach.  Aren't you getting a little old for them?"  Lydia Talbot said with a slight grin.

"Oh, Mrs. Talbot please.  Your husband was nothing but a gentleman all the way to Vulcan.  And he did rescue me from some trouble I had gotten myself into."  The Orion woman said wishing she had covered up more before leaving the ship they had been on.

"That's my husband.  Always rushing in to help others in need.  You should meet the pet sehlat cub he rescued from the desert when it's mother was killed.  Of course she's not a cub anymore.  And please, call me Lydia."  The woman said with a large, warm smile.

"Thank you, ahh, Lydia.  You were right Admiral, she is quite a woman."  Syrette said to the tall man she had come to know and trust.

"Yes, not another like Lydia in the galaxy."  Sirach said as he moved slightly away from his wife but continued to hold her hand tightly in his, not wanting to let go.

"And what's this nonsense about finding a place to stay.  Sirach and I would be happy if you stayed with us.  We have a small place just outside the space port.  We tend to be on Vulcan fairly often.  It's not big, but we do have a spare room as it seems with Sirach around we tend to have 'guests' quite often."  Lydia told Syrette with a slight tone that implied she wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Well, if it isn't too much trouble.  Maybe just for a few days.  That would be wonderful Mrs., ahh Lydia."  The green skinned woman said with a slight nod of her head.

"Good.  And I'll tell you a few things about Sirach he probably didn't mention.  Liked how he stalked me like a wild sehlat before he got up the nerve to talk to me.  Hehe."  Lydia Talbot said as she grinned at her husband.

"I did not stalk you Lydia.  I just kept you in sensor range.  A good Starfleet officer does that with all unusual phenomenon they encounter."  Sirach said, returning his wife's smile.

"Hmmm.  Well, if that's the way you remember it sweetie.  You know Syrette, he is getting pretty old.  I'm wondering if his memory isn't what it was."  The human woman said as she continued to tease her husband.  She then moved to take Syrette's hand with her free hand and began to lead the two of them toward the space port exit area.  Sirach Dar Talbot was starting to think things might of been easier and certainly less embarrassing on Romulus.

Korridan stopped in front of his assigned room and punched in the code displayed on his PADD.  The door slid open effortlessly, inviting him to enter.  He pulled his antigrav sled behind him and the lights cued up automatically, just enough to keep him from tripping over anything.  He smiled, "this is going to spoil me..."  He almost went to the wall to dial the lights up the rest of the way, but then stopped himself, "Computer, lights normal level."  And the candlepower of the indirect lights rose to a comfortable level.  He shook his head and laughed, "and this isn't even an officers room..."

He saw two bedrooms and shrugged, "Makes sense; I'm not on a large station anymore, room is more scarce."  Since he was there first, he picked the bedroom he wanted.  And started to unpack thinking to himself, "Not having my own quarters will make things with Yuki a little more complicated..."  He unloaded Yuki's hardware in a corner where she looked real nice, disguised now as a decorative piece of metal artwork.  As he admired it, she spoke in his head, "I'm darned sexy ain't I?"

He laughed, and nodded.
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Elsewhere Shyn arrived in her assigned quarters, she stood and starred at the layout.  A large common area flanked by four bedrooms, she wandered by them and stopped in front of the one she thought looked the most promising. She sighed, "I hope they each have their own bathroom, or this could get REAL ugly..."

As the shuttle approached the Arabella, Casey thought to himself, that it was not the Tiberius as it was significantly smaller and sleeker. The crew and officer compliment would be smaller also, hopefully making his job allot easier.

Myella's eyes were big and wide as she saw the ship for the first time, it was differrent then she had imagined.  Casey smiled slightly as his thoughts had drifted back to the first time he had seen the Tiberius and how glorious and wonderful that feeling had been for him.

Dr. Peterson Smiled at his wife and said" she is a beautiful ship isn't she".

His wife replied: "She is beautiful"

The shuttle finished its landing procedures and the Peterson's disembarked the shuttle and headed for deck 2 to unpack. Then Casey left their quarters and headed to Deck 5 to check out his new sickbay and staff.

Aeric smiled as the crewmen moved the small Seiler grand Piano styled piano into the corner of the bar and lounge of the Arabella. He had gone through hundreds of models before finally choosing that particular design. The gray body and clear top seemed to be the perfect choice for the new soul of the ship. He had spent three decades learning to play various musical instruments, from dozens of worlds, but the piano had become his favorite. When he hadn't been involved in work, he could sit at a good piano for hours to sing and play the night away.

"It looks great there crewman," Aeric said. He moved to the piano and took a seat. His rested his fingers on the ivory and ebony keys and slowly played. It was an Earth tune that he had memorized long ago. The lyrics flowed smoothly from his voice, perfect pitch and tone being one of the benefits of his microscopic machines.




Those that had already arrived to the comforts of the new lounge found their attention turning towards the Lieutenant Commander as he lifted his voice for the song. Smiles greeted the face of some of the patrons while others looked on with curiosity as the unfamiliar tune played.




The doors to the yet unnamed bar opened to allow other members of the crew entry. Officers and enlisted sat at their tables and sipped their beverages as Aeric continued. He smiled to himself and continued to play. He would have to return to duty in a few hours, but now was the time for fun. Aria had wanted to meet him there, but his early arrival and the installation of the instrument became a much enjoyed diversion.




Aria and Beth quietly slipped into the lounge to hear the last few verses of her father's song. His presence there was not totally unexpected, but it did negate the surprise that she had planned.



The girls clapped with the rest of the crew as the final note hung in the air. Aria lifted her sister and walked towards her father.

"Are you doing requests?" she asked.

Aeric smiled to his children. "What would you like to hear?"

"Faith of the Heart." Aria said. She took a moment to glance around at some of those that she invited to the part promotion part birthday party. It was too late for surprises, but when everyone else arrived, they would make a celebration out of it.

"Twinkle twinkle, little star," Beth chimed in.

The cargo transport docked with the Arabella and Margon woke J'dan. 

"J'dan, were home..." the counselor said with a smile.

J'dan startled awake- "I didn't do it!" he cried out.

"Sure you didn't" said Margon dryly.

"Come on, get your stuff, we've docked.  We're at the Arabella"

J'dan rubbed the sleep from his eyes as the counselor picked up the pet carrier.  Mr. Mouse looked through the bars with wide eyes and made a little growling sound. 

"Don't worry friend" said the counselor, "we'll have you in your quarters in no time."

The doors opened and they stepped on to the ship.  J'dan stayed back and spoke to the workers who would be transporting the supplies to the mess hall.  The counselor walked down the corridor after getting permission to come aboard.  He got the data pad out of his pocket and looked up his quarter assignment.  Stepping onto the turbo lift he simply stated- "Counselor Margon's quarters"  The turbo lift whirred and the doors opened.  He stepped onto his deck and made his way to the assigned room. 

The doors hissed open and the counselor walked into a lined holo grid. There was some furniture just sitting in the room, the wall had a replicater and computer panel, nothing else but a holo grid on the walls, ceiling and floor.   "Computer" he said out loud "Margon quarters 1 alpha beta" Instantly the room transformed into a beatiful wood finished apartment with rows and rows of books lining the walls.  A maroon high backed couch sat in the living room with a scratching post sitting next to it.  An old fashioned fireplace with a cast iron tea pot hanging next to it appeared and the scent of a spice tea arose in the air.  His desk was old fashioned but equipped with the latest technology.

He sat Mr. Mouse down and opened the cage door.  Mr. Mouse cautiously stepped out of the container and instantly jumped toward the scratching post.  He knew this place.  He had been living here for a year now. 

The counselor was going to try and experiment.  His sessions would be conducted in enviroments that his clients would be at ease in.  Not only that, they could change whenever he wanted, depending on the needs of his patients.  He was hoping with the holo lab on board and his year of work with Reginal Barkley, that this was not only going to be a success, but would revolutionize counseling in starfleet deep space missions.

Margon smiled and touched the computer panel.  "Computer, who is on board already?"

The screen lit up and began to show the crew manifest. 

"This is going to be a wonderful adventure" he said to himself.

Korridan was arranging personal items atop his dresser, when he heard the door to the quarters open, he turned his head to greet the new arrival.  He saw an average sized man cautiously enter and look about, he must have heard Korridan moving items about because he quickly made a beeline for the other bedroom.  With out saying hello.

Korridan did his best not to take it personally, and went back to personalizing his room.  He tried to keep his mind off of the unsocialable crewman, but found himself looking over occasionally to see what he was up to.  He wondered why the gentleman had his lights down so low, and why he never looked in Korridans direction.  And he seemed to be in no hurry to unpack either, or maybe he was trying to deliberately drag it out, in order to avoid meeting his roommate.

His room in order he headed over to send a communique over to Keyrn to let him know about the new posting and to thank him for the heads up about it, and to let him know that Shyn had not killed anyone... yet.  As he entered the information he noticed a familiar odor, but couldn't quite place it.... it had been a long time since he had; he bolted straight up. 

He marched over to the entrance of the adjoining bedroom and stood in the doorway, the crewman stopped sorting his unmentionables and froze, tension filled the air.  "Turn around," Korridan had not intended for it to sound like a command, but it sure came out that way.  The stranger slowly and reluctantly turned to face him, Korridan barked, "computer, lights normal level."  The lights revealed a man with unmistakable yet muted Cardassian features.

His skin was not ashen, and he had tiny nose ridges much like a Bajoran, Korridans blood rushed to his features.  He was not angry at the Outcast, he was angry at what he represented; the rape of a Bajoran woman and the utter disdain they felt toward the inescapable results of their crime.  The mixed blood felt nervous and uneasy under Korridans glare.  He spoke in a voice filled with shame and heartache, "I can find another room, it would not be the first time a roommate kicked me out..."

Koridan asked him, "You grew up in an Orphanage didn't you?"  The man nodded, "Many orphanages actually, my behavior was very unpopular..."  Korridan softened his stare, encouraging him to continue.  "I had a bad habit of breaking into the infirmary and trying to cut off my Cardassian features," he winced, remembering the painful memories, "I think I spent more time in Hospitals than I did in Orphanages."  Korridan studied the mans face and neck, he nodded, that explained a lot about the man appearance.  He had heard much of these outcasts but had never seen one before, people rejected by both of their cultures, it must be a miserable way to live...

Korridan strode toward him, the man backpedaled until he was stopped by his bed.  He flinched when Korridan raised his right hand, but relaxed when he realized that he was not being attacked.  Korridan clasped his ear, and felt the mans Pagh.  The outcast became very emotional, no one had every done this for him, he was taken back by the generous gesture.  Korridan inclined his head until their foreheads touched, and he whispered, " Your Pagh is troubled and confused, but I can feel the Prophets reaching out to you."  Tears ran down the mixed bloods cheeks.

"I will teach you how to listen for them," Korridans voice was tender and understanding, "and how to seek their guidance."  He placed his hand over the mans heart, "The Prophets see your spirit as Bajoran; and therefore so shall I."

He held out his hand, "My name is Valcore Korridan."  The man timidly grasped his hand in a trembling heartfelt handshake, "Volture Nyrynn."

Acting Ensign Aria James watched as her father continued to play the piano. The soft melody of the current tune caused her thoughts to drift towards past events...


It had been less than two weeks since the remnants of the Tiberius medical team had discovered a cure to the Lucas Virus. In light of the discovery and medical work, she had numerous offers to prestigious medical academies to continue her education. She had made a name for herself in the short time since her return and she still did not know where her path lay.

She took a breath and reread the current message displayed on the PADD. In recognition for her assistance in curing the Lucas Virus, she had been granted a full medical license pending a final series of test to document her training. In roads to return to Starfleet had been made, but she simply did not have the time to return to the Academy. In her birth reality, she had already gone through the process and she did not wish to repeat the same training again.

She was happy to take the tests that would confirm her medical training, but hesitant to repeat four years of school when she and Sevryll had made great progress in their relationships. They had made many plans and now that the quarantine was lifted, they could spend time to get to know each other.

With a few keystrokes, she confirmed that she would attend the testing process, but family matters would delay her from enrolling in Starfleet Academy. Aria pushed back a lock of hair from her face and sent her reply.

The universe was changing around them and even as the crew of the Tiberius healed their wounds, more people were being questioned and arrested in connection to the virus. It would be months if not years before they could put the loss of the Tiberius behind them.

Aria rose from her desk and activated her last unread message. It was a voice message from her father.

"Aria, it's Dad. I need you to come to my quarters when you get this. It seems that our family has found yet another new member. Rory and I will be waiting on you."



With the silence of the now ended song, Aria's attention returned to the present. She smiled as her father lifted Beth to her lap and began to teach her the keys. She had a complicated family, but she would not have it any other way. She moved from the piano towards her mother and siblings. The party had began in ernest and she really want to spend what might be her last free time with her family.

A new mission would be starting soon and she could not think of any other place she would rather be.

Quinn strolled down the corridors of the new ship greeting crewmen as he passed by. He had memorized every section of this ship from stem to stern. It was good to be home among the stars, he though. Though he was Captain of the Tiberius as he had taken over when Captain Bell mysteriously disappeared, it never felt quite like his ship. He was the first officer and helped assemble the crew but it had always been Captain Bell's ship and Captain Bell's crew. But with this ship, with his Arabella, this was his crew. Quinn's smile broadened as he enter the turbolift. 'Bridge" he said proudly.

Moments later Quinn arrived on the bridge as he stepped out he could see only a handful of crewmen. His crew were still making their way to Vulcan as there were still several days before they departed. Most of his original crew agreed to come back and serve with him once again but regretfully some did not. Quinn understand their refusal of his offer and held no ill feelings towards them. "Captain on the bridge" a young Ensign shouted to the other two crewmen. All three stood at attention. Quinn smiled, "At ease... I'm just heading to my Ready Room." The three continuing working as Quinn entered his ready room. The door hissed behind him as he stood there looking at his new office. Everything was as he requested he made a note to thank Lt. James for taking care of it. Nathan walked over the viewport and looked out amount the stars and said in a soft whisper "Here we come..."

END OF SEASON