Compile summary Your adoring CO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 ( USS Mystique - outside Captain's ready room - Private Kane Curtis - 1200) (USS Mystique- Ten Forward- Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg)- 1230) (USS Mystique - Ten Forward - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1231) (USS Mystique - Ten Forward – Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) - 1241) (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke- 1300) (IKS Kel'Shak - Battle Bridge - CO, Captain Morgot - 1800 Federation Standard Time) (Starbase Geneva - Trudens Italian Deli - ACMO, Com. Michaella Kirien and CSO, Lt. Com. Holis Gralen- 1758) (IKS Kel'Shak - Battle Bridge - CO, Captain Morgot and Captain T'gokh - 1850 Federation Standard Time) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star lounge -Captain Morgot and Captain T'gokh - 1925 Federation Standard Time) (Starbase Geneva - Humans for Humanity office - CEO Dean Benford - 1930) (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - ACSO Kenneth William Rooker - 1935) (Starbase Geneva - COPS Lt Travis Keswick - 1940) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - Captain Morgot - 1942) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1944) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- begin compile Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - outside Captain's ready room - Private Kane Curtis - 1200) Kane arrived at the ready room, exactly when the time struck 1200 hours. Placing himself in front of the door, feet spread, hands behind his back, he pressed the chime, and waited to be allowed in. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique- Ten Forward- Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg)- 1230) Naraht rumbled happily across the room over to where Physioc sat at the table near the scenic view. “Hello Physioc! I was happy to get your request for lunch. I don’t eat it as I had already eaten today before I started my duty shift, but a visit is most welcome.” (Reply Ash Physioc) “Are you going to go aboard the Space Station at all?” asked Naraht. “I was thinking about going, but it would be more fun if I went with a friend. I think I tend to scare people and I have no wish to do that. My friend Stephen Anderson in the Academy said I never got out and about enough. It was always better when I did things with him and our Gorn friend Dacoral. We sure made an interesting trio,” said Naraht wistfully. “We were the modern three Musketeers!” “We always managed to have fun. You have never played sports until you have played baseball with a human, a Horta and a Gorn!” Naraht waved his longer phalange with remembered humor. “I was the pitcher and Dacoral the Gorn, was our shortstop! Stephen always was amazed at the speed of my fastball. We had formed up teams within the Academy. At first no one wanted me on their team and I didn’t even know how to play, but when I saw how simple it was to calculate the angle, trajectory, speed and wind factors, I caught on pretty quick. They always seemed so surprised when I would whip myself around those bases after hitting the ball all the way to the outfield. It was easier than throwing rocks on the surface of Janus back home!” Naraht waved his phalange with good humor. “I sure scattered their pebbles about Hortas and baseball!” (Reply Ash Physioc) “If we went on board the Station, I wonder if I would meet up with that Lt. James Montgomery. He was the one who had piloted the shuttle for me out here to the Mystique. He was quite the stone! It would be enjoyable to see him again! He was humorous and he answered all my hundreds of questions about human customs. I had a good trip out here with him on board the Magellan!” declared Naraht. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Ten Forward - AOPS/CONN, Ensign Ash Physioc - 1231) Ash walked into Ten Forward, slightly earlier than he or Naraht had arranged but he thought it best to get his meal coming before the Horta got there. He chose one of the tables near one of the windows. He wanted to be able to see the Starbase, he had never been to Starbase Geneva... Only ever read up on its Technical Specs and Deck plans as one of Doenitz's more abysmal plans - which went terribly wrong because of the lack of planning. He looked over as his food was brung to him, and behind the waited was the Horta... Rumbling along... “Hello Physioc! I was happy to get your request for lunch. I don’t eat it as I had already eaten today before I started my duty shift, but a visit is most welcome.” Naraht said, in a rather happy mood. Ash nodded, "Well i thought we could chat. We both started here on this ship at about relativley the same time... So i thought it would be good to meet with you again." Ash said smiling a little. “Are you going to go aboard the Space Station at all?” asked Naraht. “I was thinking about going, but it would be more fun if I went with a friend. I think I tend to scare people and I have no wish to do that. My friend Stephen Anderson in the Academy said I never got out and about enough. It was always better when I did things with him and our Gorn friend Dacoral. We sure made an interesting trio....We were the modern three Musketeers!” Ash smiled, he began such a small group. His thoughts turned to a very old mission that he had read up on. On a Captain James T Kirk of the Earth Starship Enterprise (NRPG: Assuming this still happened? RPG:) He and his crew chased a Gorn ship and then both ships were suspended in space by a greater being while Kirk and the Gorn captain had to fight it out on a moon. A most interesting report by Kirk, Ash had thought when he first read it from in the old Earth database. Ash snapped back to reality as the Horta began speaking again. “We always managed to have fun. You have never played sports until you have played baseball with a human, a Horta and a Gorn!” Ash smiled, the now picture of a human, Horta and Gorn posing for pictures rapidly turned into the baseball image Naraht had just put in his head, he smiled and chuckled slightly. “I was the pitcher and Dacoral the Gorn, was our shortstop! Stephen always was amazed at the speed of my fastball. We had formed up teams within the Academy. At first no one wanted me on their team and I didn’t even know how to play, but when I saw how simple it was to calculate the angle, trajectory, speed and wind factors, I caught on pretty quick. They always seemed so surprised when I would whip myself around those bases after hitting the ball all the way to the outfield. It was easier than throwing rocks on the surface of Janus back home!” Naraht waved his phalange with good humour. “I sure scattered their pebbles about Hortas and baseball!” Ash chuckled again "I'm sure you did. I would love to go to the Holodeck some time and play with you. As for the Station, yeah i was planning on going. I'm now off duty for a couple of days, so I'm free whenever you want to head over." Ash said enthusiastically. He was beginning to like this Horta, he was funny and humorous to watch. Ash was purposely trying to gain the Hortas trust before telling him anything of his history, or powers. “If we went on board the Station, I wonder if I would meet up with that Lt. James Montgomery. He was the one who had piloted the shuttle for me out here to the Mystique. He was quite the stone! It would be enjoyable to see him again! He was humorous and he answered all my hundreds of questions about human customs. I had a good trip out here with him on board the Magellan!” declared Naraht. ~Also straight to the point...~ Ash thought. "I'm sure we could locate him some where. Although i must confess I've never bin to Starbase Geneva. So you'll probably have more experience than me there..." Ash said winking. He picked up a shovel full of food and began munching. Observing the Horta more... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Ten Forward – Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) - 1241) “If we went on board the Station, I wonder if I would meet up with that Lt. James Montgomery. He was the one who had piloted the shuttle for me out here to the Mystique. He was quite the stone! It would be enjoyable to see him again! He was humorous and he answered all my hundreds of questions about human customs. I had a good trip out here with him on board the Magellan!” declared Naraht. "I'm sure we could locate him somewhere. Although I must confess I've never been to Starbase Geneva. So you'll probably have more experience than me there..." Ash said winking. Surprised, Naraht became very still and he pulled in his longer phalange and coiled it tightly underneath himself. “How would you know if I have more experience than you do, Ashlitu Physioc? I haven’t had much chance to tell you about myself until now. I am aware that you are of the Betazed stalks. Are you intruding into my mind without my permission? I was informed very solidly by the Judge Advocate General’s office of what my rights are as a sentient being, even with those who have such abilities.” (Reply Physioc) “Have you been privy to my personnel file? I was aware that only the medical department, the Captain and possibly the First Officer had access to those more private crew files. Could you possibly be accessing mine?” (Reply Physioc) “If you have any questions about me or my species, Ash Physioc, I would suggest that you ask me personally, and verbally,” said Naraht firmly. “There can be no trust between those that are practicing deceit with each other. On Janus we live in family groups. The concept of hiding information for purposes to deceive is a difficult one for us to grasp, especially in communicating the way we do, and one I have had to learn for my continued survival. I have already taken steps to do what I can to explain this concept to my people on my planet when sending messages home.” Naraht began to think maybe he didn’t know enough about this Ensign Physioc stalk as he should, especially if he was going to trust him as family. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself Ashlitu Physioc? Who are you? And if you are as old I suspect you, as a stalk are, why are you still an Ensign?” (Reply Physioc) Normally, Naraht was always drawn to any windows that viewed out into space. He was fascinated by any structures, natural or purposely crafted, out there in such a potentially hostile environment. But right now Naraht was unsure if this relationship inside Ten Forward with Ensign Ashlitu Physioc was hostile or friendly. ~Before I tell him anymore about me, I think he should tell me more about himself. I would hate to find that he is part of some ridiculous hate club like that Humans for Humanity insanity. I have certainly had enough of them.~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke- 1300) With all of those due to report in that day handled deftly there was still an item to be taken care of that Saleke found no enjoyment in but was necessary, setting aside the paperwork for the time being he spoke. "Computer." [Ready Captain sir] Giving a slight shake of his head he corrected himself. "Pattia what is the location of Dr. Trommashere?" [Angeni is in her quarters] The holographic representation of the alien being appeared suddenly before his desk, her long pink hair cascading down her sides and back. "Thank you, that will be all." "I suppose you want to talk to her..." The being pouted. Steepling his fingers before him he replied. "Yes, it is a matter of ships business." She gave him a sly smile and leaned over the desk toward him. "I am the ship if you will remember therefore it is my business." "Negative." He explained patiently. "This is an internal personnel matter and not a broad, generalized issue. Had it to do with you I would include you in the discussion." Pattia gace a short frown before straightening back up. "I'll find out anyway, don't forget nothing goes on here I don't know about!" With that she disappeared. Saleke cocked his head slightly for an instant before tapping the com. button. "Doctor Trommashere meet me in my Ready Room as soon as possible please." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (IKS Kel'Shak - Battle Bridge - CO, Captain Morgot - 1800 Federation Standard Time) The amber lights from the bridge stations along with the subdued lighting left little distractions for the Klingon crew manning their places at the consoles. As befitted an Imperial Klingon vessel of war every son of Kahless was watching his readout carefully as they neared the system where the human station orbited a colonized planet, the very center of the 52nd Fleets base of power in the Beta sector. "We are coming upon the Federation defenses!" Snapped his tactical officer Hak'el. "Readings!" Morgot growled back. "Ships have spotted us, they are on an intercept course!" "How many?" The dark-skinned, swarthy CO leaned forward in anticipation of the answer. "Six Federation Sphinx-Void fighters and one Defiant class ship." Hak'el turned with obvious blood lust and excitement upon his face. "They are shielded! jIH DoQ batlh!" Morgot spun the command chair to face the excited officer, "We are at peace with the 52nd fleet, thay are our allies! 'IStovIy chuch tlhIng nuq?" Hak'el snarled and half rose from his seat at the challenge but Morgot was faster, he covered the three steps to the officer and his right hand covered in dark leather was squeezing the younger Klingons throat as his left hand covered the hand grasping the hilt of the weapon hanging upon his belt and he squeezed both tightly. The sound of the leather stretching tautly whispered in the dark air. "We may fight the humans again yet but it will not be this day." His breath washed hot over the face of the younger who ceased struggling. "For now you will do nothing. My son is on this station arranging his marriage and you will not fire unless we are fired upon, do you understand me?" Hak'els nod was barely perceptible as the lack of air made him hazy. "Good! If you dishonor me you will die! batlh pothl law` yIn pothl puS " Morgot released his hold slowly and Hak'el wheezed as the air rushed back into his lungs. Morgot moved away but did not turn his back completely as he watched the younger carefully even as he studied the viewscreen. "They are challenging." "On screen!" He snarled. The screen brightened as the face of a human came up. =^= I am Captain Fletcher of the USS Undaunted. Klingon vessel identify yourself.=^= "tlhIngan Hol Dajatlh'e' ?" Morgot snapped as he watched the man carefully for some sign of weakness. =^=teskas tal'tai-kleon.=^= The human replied. Morgot's face broke into a toothy but guarded smile at the compliment. "Should we meet in battle you would learn the truth of this." =^=I have no doubt of that. epetai-zana.=^= "I am Morgot, Commanding Officer of the IKS Kel'Shak. Arrangements have been made for my arrival by Captain Saleke of the Mystique, he who has been honored by my son to participate in his wedding." Fletcher nodded. =^=It is true, we have been waiting for you, my ship will lead the way through the entrance corridor for you.=^= ""They have lowered their shields." Hak'el said nearly imperceptibly from his station. Even his whisper carried his disappointment of honor escaped. Morgot nodded at the Captain of the Undaunted. "We will follow." =^= Undaunted out.=^= The screen went black again as another officer asked into the quiet. "We will trust them then?" "yIvoq 'ach lojm Itmey yISam..." (Trust but locate the doors) Morgot said lightly which caused laughter among his fellows at the old phrase. "pujwI' HIvlu'chugh quvbe'lu' " (There is no honor in fighting the weak) The laughter grew as they followed the Undaunted into port. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Trudens Italian Deli - ACMO, Com. Michaella Kirien and CSO, Lt. Com. Holis Gralen- 1758) Michaella walked into the italian deli a few minutes early, impatient to see her Hollis again. She knew he was somewhere around, she could sense him. She closed her eyes and projected, ::Oh my love, where are you?:: Holis looked up from the table behind the fountain and peering around it sent. ::You cheated, I wanted to surprise you, isn't the fountain and plants in soil around it lovely?:: ::Beautiful. But not as Beautiful as you.:: "That's my line." He said and stood up as she walked around the fountain to the table. "You are the loveliest flower on the station. Now sit down." He pulled out a chair for her but gave her a kiss before she sat down. "How are things going on the Mystique?" She took the seat with a smile, sharing the memory of her meeting with the Flight Operations Officer. "Beth and her insane passion for things that fly!" She concluded. He chuckled at the memories she shared with him. "What a handful! That young man has a lot of brass standing up to you like that but I'll bet the lesson he taught her might make her think again next time." "Has she ever thought twice about anything in her life? Ella is usually good at being her conscience, but Ella had no idea what was going on. And that isn't like her." He could sense her worry but that wasn't what he was meeting her here for, it was time for her to put aside her worries for a while. He motioned for a waiter to come over, the man stepped up beside them and said. "My what a beautiful young woman, I am flattered you have graced my establishment." Holis jumped a bit at that, he'd thought the man was a waiter but he had turned out to be the owner! Michaella looked at Holis with a laugh. ::Some telepath you are.:: She smirked and then thanked the owner for his compliments. ::Well I don't scan everyone all the time.:: He sent back with a smile. "You have a lovely shop." He said to the man. "Thank you," he looked both of them over for a moment. "What a lovely couple, I don't do this very often but allow me to furnish you with a bottle of wine from my stock at my expense." He turned and got the attention of one of the waiters, as he came up he said. "Give this beautiful woman the wine she wants at no charge and see that they are well cared for." "Yes sir." the man said with a smile. "And what would you like Miss?" Michaella looked at Holis in shock, "I'm sorry, I know nothing about wine. What would you recommend." "Hmmmmm." Holis said. "Since you're not much on wine a Chianti would be too dry. Bring a bottle of a light rose' please." "Excellent choice sir." The man said. "I'll get that for you while you are considering your meal." As the waiter left Holis leaned toward Michaella. "And what on the menu interests you tonight my love?" Michaella glances over the menu then nods, "Raviolli. I haven't had good raviolli in ages. " She then reachd for his hand, clasping it tight, "God, I've missed you." She switched to telepathy. ::Vanyssa might as well be dead, she's so far gone. I'm not sure what was done to her, but I doubt that she will live unless someone manages to break through this barrier she's erected.:: ::That is terribly sad.:: Holis thought with a shudder. :: So sad for her and her daughter. I take it you've had a very eventful week on the ship while I'm here wrapping up the details on how the Revelation virus was created and making sure it's completely eradicated.:: Michaella nodded, twining her fingers in his, so glad to be close to him. "You know what I want...those crab puffs that you were eating the first time I met you." He kissed her fingers lightly remembering how he had fed her the crabpuffs and a mischevious glint came into his eyes. "An excellent idea." Michaella shivered at the shared memory. ::Maybe later. After the girls are asleep:: She then leaned across the table kissing him. ::God how I love you.:: "And you my dear." Her eyes framed by raven black hair pulled him in so that he did't see the waiter come up. "Your wine sir, madam." That jolted him back to reality and he grinned sheepishly as he leaned back but didn't let go of her hand. The waiter poured two delicate glasses of the pinkish-red, pungent wine and stepped back. Holis then ordered the ravioli for her, lasagna for himself with an appetizer of kalimari. ::Sorry no crab puffs on the menu.:: he sent with a grin. ::This isn't quite the restaurant for that.:: She sent back sipping the wine. ::I can't wait to get you into my bed..:: Then sent the images of what she planned to do to him IN it He chuckled then. :: Da**! I think you're going to have to stay overnight on the station with me, are the girls taken care of for the evening?:: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (IKS Kel'Shak - Battle Bridge - CO, Captain Morgot and Captain T'gokh - 1850 Federation Standard Time) There was a hiss as the greeninsh metal doors opened and another Klingon warrior stepped onto the bridge of the Kel'Shak, Morgot hmmmphed as he saw his son T'gokh nearing him. "Father." The new arrival said simply as he moved to stand beside the older Klingon. "You are just in time for docking with the 'ejyo'waw' ." Morgot said as he inclined his head sharply toward the screen, Geneva was very near now and the Negh'Var class warship would be docking within minutes. His arrival had been perfect. Morgot sat back comfortably in the command chair and after looking sideways at the son born of his own blood who had proven himself and now commanded his own ship made a decision. "Take the ship into dock T'gokh." T'gokh acknowledged the order with a thin smile and waited for the leading vessel to move off, as they waited Morgot felt like he was nearing victory and claiming honor in another battle. While T'gokh was of his own flesh Travis had proven himself as well to be an honorable Klingon warrior, he had been raised by himself and Lashirl his wife after he had found him alone and memoryless upon a transport vessel on which he had happened. The passenger manifest had listed 1,500 persons but Travis only had survived and he was young. Since that time Travis Keswick had been raised as a Klingon, he fought as a Klingon and he bled as a Klingon. Travis had stood the trial of pain before the Council and passed, he had gone through the Klingon Defensive training and passed, no human could claim this. Travis was adopted Klingon but he WAS Klingon. in heart, soul and honor. Morgot smiled with satisfaction: And now he was about to be married aboard this center of Federation power. "Federation ship is moving off HoD," The navigator exclaimed. "All engines stop, chuyDah yllaQ!" T'gokh ordered. "Hlja' HoD." The helmsman snapped as the warship made a deft and graceful sweep toward dock 12. As they rounded the curve of the station one exclaimed. "HoD! be'! nuq?" Morgot looked up quickly to see a number of ships sweep into view, two stood out glaringly and he leaned forward as his eyes lit up with interest. "ghuy'cha'." One looked like a Federation Galaxy class ship with the addition of a third warp nacelle and was monstrous. "QI'yaH. The ship with three warp nacelles is nearly complete!" This was true and it was obvious the ship was new and not being repaired and refitted. "It will be launched soon." The second ship though made his eyes light up as much if not more. "T'gokh what do you say the second ship is?" T'gokh smiled as he followed his fathers eyes. "It is a warship HoD," " 'ejDo' Pro. me. tus I believe." T'gokh nodded. "Yes 'ejDo' . Prometheus I believe is how they say it." "It looks promising." Morgot grinned. Every line of the smaller ship looked vicious, from the four warp nacelles of which two were above and two below the plane of its saucer and engineering section to the heavy phaser emplacements. "A good ship." Morgot said with a grin. "A warrior might earn honor on such a ship." "Coming upon the 'ejyo'waw'." Hok said from the navigator station. T'gokh watched the oncoming berth with a practiced eye. "Cut thrusters!" He bellowed and the ships sweep became a smoothly decelarating glide into the dock. At the last moment he shouted. "Reverse thrusters!" The station suddenly seemed to hover on the screen followed by an almost imperceptible nudge as the Kel'Shak docked. Morgot stood up from the command chair as T'gokh continued to give orders. "Cut warp engines, impulse on docking standby!" "Done HoD." "Let's go find your brother." Morgot exclaimed as he clapped a hand on T'gok's shoulder and turned toward the bridge entry. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star lounge -Captain Morgot and Captain T'gokh - 1925 Federation Standard Time) There was a lounge near the dock where Travis had arranged to meet his family, the two Klingons along with two in a security detachement stomped into it like they owned the station and elbowed their way through the patrons directly to the bar. "Bloodwine!" Morgot roared as he reached the bar, the bartender had turned with a wide-eyed look away from them when he had seen them but the four would not be ignored, if necessary he would station one Klingon every four feet along the bar until the man was forced to serve them one after another. "Bloodwine and quickly, I thirst!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Humans for Humanity office - CEO Dean Benford - 1930) Dean Benford was not in a good mood, he had just come through the crusade of his life and had lost, had not that da** ship the Nimitz been at the station and its personnel assisting he would have suceeded in his plans, now he had lost the initiative with the mutated Revelation virus found and eradicated. Not only that but several of his operatives had been rounded up and thrown into the brig which left him further short on resources, how could he carry out a campaign of terror and disruption... not to mention disengagement if his men allowed themselves to be captured? "Mr. Benford." "What is Allen?" He asked the man who had slipped quietly into the room while he was fuming. "We have a new ingredient added into the mix." Benfords eyes narrowed at that. "What do you mean?" "We just had a shipful of Klingons dock with the station, I did some thorough checking and found out that they are here as part of a wedding party." His fists clenched at that. "A wedding party? You have to be joking." The stocky other man shook his head. "I'm afraid not, there's other news to go along with that." "Well? What is it?" "There's another ship due to arrive that's bringing the other half of the group and it's Bajoran." Benfords eyes narrowed at that. "A Klingon and Bajoran wedding on the station? Monstrous!" "But there's more." "What the hell more could there be to it?" Dean Benford asked astounded as he pounded his fist upon the table. "The groom is only adopted Klingon, his name is Travis Keswick, he's actually human and he came in on the Mystique." Benford gaped at the news. "Sacrilege and disgusting. You don't think I'm going to stand idly by while this is going on do you?" "What can we do?" The man known as Allen asked as he crossed his arms and gave a thin smile at his boss' discomforture. "Almost every available operative not in a sleeper cell has been locked up." "I know," Benford said with an eerie light in his eye. The name of the ship had triggered an idea as he thought of someone who would be available. "When have you ever known me to be without options? It's time to activate a hole card." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Personal quarters - ACSO Kenneth William Rooker - 1935) Kenneth Rooker was lying in his bed looking up at the ceiling as he contemplated his sorry lot in life, he had become a forgotten man in the science department of the Mystique, little better than a technician scrubbing test tubes and cleaning out centrifuges in his own mind. Much of that could be traced to the fact that he hated the CSO just as much as he had hated the FO who had now become the CO of the ship. The former Captain may have been Betazoid but at least she looked human but that da**ed Vulcan and his demonic ears, he couldn't see past them. The fact that those two Vulcans were his immediate superiors he found revolting and it showed in his attitude and work, Ketal had finally moved him into a remote lab to do unimportant tests after several attempts at breaking through his latent hostility. "S***! What good is it to be here? I'm nothing and nobody. I'd better ask for a transfer while I'm here on the station so I can get out. Maybe I'll have some luck and get transferred to a station with a lot of normal human beings around. This place is becoming a Vulcan and Betazoid zoo. Oh yeah and what about the new ACSO? A Horta yet! What will StarFleet allow in next?" To tell the truth he really didn't want to know. A buzz from the monitor in the living area interrupted his reverie and after listening to several repetitions from it he decided to find out what it was. Getting up from the bed he spoke. "Lights at one half." The room brightened as he turned the corner and walked to the table and sat down. "Engage monitor." The screen rose up from the center after settling a message alert popped up on the screen. "Play message." He said. A man sitting in an office came on the screen, the office appeared plush but for some reason only the outline of the man showed clearly, it was like looking at an empty suit. "We have something important to discuss, use that special communicator you were given." Even the voice sounded distorted. He knew of course what the empty suit was talking about, he walked into the bedroom and dug through his closet till he brought out a special sealed box that would respond only to his fingerprints, touching a certain spot he heard a click and opened the lid to take out a small communication device found inside. The communicator worked on a specially coded and modulated frequency that skipped randomly and would take hours to break if all of the transmission could even be tracked. Opening the small, slim version of an old-fashioned communicator he said. "Kenneth William Rooker reporting in, what do you want me to do?" The conversation was short and to the point as was his answer. "I'll do it. Rooker out." Replacing the communicator in the box and returning it to the closet he returned to the bed and looked up at the ceiling once more but this time he was smiling, at last he felt that he had a purpose once more... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - COPS Lt Travis Keswick - 1940) Travis walked into the station bar as he scanned the room. There where several starfleet officers and civilians but that is not what he was looking for he was focus was on the Klingons that where all around the bar being loud as usual and chugging there mugs of bloodwine. Travis leaned on the wall by the entrance for a moment and just lissiond as the Klingons enjoyed themselves. Travis was a sound he has not heard in a long time and he never realized how much he missed the company of his Klingon brothers. "Can I get something Lieutenant" A barmaid asked as it broke his train of thought. "I'm fine thank you miss" Travis sead has he continued to scan the room. "Klingons uncivilized brutes don't you think Lieutenant." she added as she looked up at him. Travis took a deep breath as he sow his father and brother over at the bar and he turned to look at the young barmaid. "Miss this uncivilized brutes just happen to be my family." Travis sead has he made his way over to Morgot and his brother T'gokh. "I see they let any one in here these days" Travis sead as he slipped in between the two Klingons as he placed his hands on there shoulders. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - Captain Morgot - 1942) "I see they let any one in here these days." Morgot felt a hand clasp his shoulder and heard a familiar voice, he took the mug from his mouth and slapped it on the bar, swallowed the mouthful of Bloodwine and roared. "If they let a Ferengi in here I'll puke!" Then let out a bellowing laugh as he turned and grabbed Travis in a bearhug for an instant, his crushing grip driving the air from his lungs. (Reply: Travis) He released his hold and allowed the man to breathe. " ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj (May your enemies run from you in fear) my son. bIpIvHa'law' (You look unhealthy)." He grabbed the biceps muscle of Travis' left arm and hmphed. "You are letting your training slip." (Reply: Travis) "I heard you had left the Tactical department of your ship. Why did you do this?" He gave a mild scowl as he waited for the answer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1944) "If they let a Ferengi in here I'll puke!" Then let out a bellowing laugh as he turned and grabbed Travis in a bearhug for an instant, his crushing grip driving the air from his lungs. Travis learned that once his father gets him in a bearhug it was useless to resist and hope that his father would not crush him as the are was squeezed out of his lungs. Travis took a deep breath has he was released from his fathers grip. "ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj (May your enemies run from you in fear) my son. bIpIvHa'law' (You look unhealthy)." He grabbed the biceps muscle of Travis' left arm and hmphed. "You are letting your training slip." Travis smiled "That may be but I still strike fear in the hart of my enemies. They tremble at the mention of my name. Travis sead with a roar as the Bartender placed a mug of blood wine infront of him and he took a swig and laugh. "I heard you had left the Tactical department of your ship. Why did you do this?" He gave a mild scowl as he waited for the answer. "My Commanding officer offered me Chief of Operations and that is a place of honer and trust me father I can still destroy my enemies. Travis sead in a loud voice as he slammed his mug on the table. Travis looked around and sow that the Klingons in the bar seemed to gather with interest. "If any of you wont a demonstration that can be arranged, IF not I recommend you all go your way. Travis shouted to the Klingons that have gathered as he stood up and turned to face them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ end compile "I am attempting to construct a mnemonic memory circuit... using stone knives and bear skins." Spock to Edith Keeler. (City on the Edge of Forever) vulcan1@startrekfreedom.com salekefo@prodigy.net ICQ# 347268405