Guess Who? "
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Zarg , Security Chief , [NPC]

Stardate: 58205.29 1240

Sam Carter was working in her office when her door chimed. Not expecting anyone she went to the door and opened it.

Standing before her was someone she wasn't expecting to see.

A tall klingon warrior stood before her, "Well, are you not going to invite me in," asked Zarg.

"Oh my Gosh!! ZARG!!!" she blurted out as she almost jumped in his arms. She hugged him tightly. "When did you arrive. Come on in!!"

"I was attending a tactical meeting here, we just finished," he said stepping in.

"Have a seat, how are you. I surely missed you." Sam started rambling. She was genuinely glad to see him.

"I... am good," he said, "Drek was... reassigned and ... I, am now chief of security," he boasted. "I have you to thank for that, Sam Carter."

"I am glad for you Zarg." she said softly as she sat back down. "I guess you don't have much time for poetry reading now that you are a chief?"

"Oh, I have even more time now... and my men..." said with an evil grin, "absolutely hate it."

"Did they ever found out about the list?"

"Yes," he said, "that had something to do with my promotion, but enough about me, how are you?"

"I am fine I guess," she replied. It did not sound that persuasive. "You know I don't know what to do?"

"What do you mean?" inquried the Klingon.

"Well Chief Jarvis said that it would be possible for me to go back to Intell now that lt Atwood is no longer there. But I also like security, its, however, I miss the exitement of snooping around, you know. Using snitches to get information."

Zarg chuckled, "you must follow the heart," he said.

Sam looked at Zarg seriously. "What if it wants to go both ways." she sighed. "You think the Captain would approve a combined function?"

Zarg chuckled, "I only met your Captain once," he said, "I'm not a betazed."

"Oh your such a smarty pants," Sam said with a grin. "Well guess I need to ask him myself right? So besides this meeting what are you up to?"

The klingon shrugged, "I am due back at 1300 hours..."

Sam checked her chronometer, " well we still have about 20 minutes, so hmmmm what could we do in 20 minutes?" She blinked innocently.

Zarg chuckled, "I can think of a great number of things to do in 20 minutes," he said with a face splitting grin. "But Max tells me you have a place call Miranda's. I guess we could settle for that."

Sam nodded. "We sure do, I hope that they are finished with the redecorating, it took some hits during the fight. I don't know if Miranda is back yet, Doc had to fix her up you know."

"That is too bad, perhaps another time," he said.

"I am actually due for my rounds anyway, want to accompany me?"

"That is for certain," he said with a smile.

Sam stood up and walked behind the large Klingon. "Zarg, have you grown?" she asked. "You look bigger then last time." In fact Sam had to walk faster in order to keep up with him

He paused to allow her to catch up to his side and slowed his pace to match hers, "Most unlikely."

Quietly they walked the corridor's of the Zion. " So tell me, now that you are promoted, what are you duties?"

"I'm certain my responsibilities are no different than your chief of security. I will say that my role in the upcoming battle will be to defend the ship from any intruders. While I am disappointed I will not be on any of the assault teams....victory is certain," he said flexing his jaw muscles.

They arrived at a turbo lift, he paused and folded his arms. "It must be hard to combat an enemy who looks the same as yourself. Your uniforms are even similar," he said with a hint of empathy.

Sam nodded. "Yes we do and in the heat of a fight it is very difficult to distinguish who is how, luckily we are trained to remember faces, however, there is a slight difference, our pips are different from those of Federation crew.

"I know how difficult it is," said Zarg stepping on to the turbolift, "There was a civil war in the Empire. One House would rise up against another, and blood runs deep."

"I agree, nobody pays any attention to it. We will again have casualties thats for sure. You know its painful seeing brother fighting against brother."

"Your species is tenacious, I'm sure you will come to resolution," said Zarg putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Sam smiled softly as she leant against the turbolift wall. "I rather fight along side you Zarg! She said passionately.

Zarg smiled.

"It might sound silly but I am scared. I know that in the end we all go to Sto-vo-kor, but I dont want to go yet. I want to make a difference some how."

"Fear not, for we are comrades in arms, I believe the Federation is weak. Our encounters grow less difficult with each battle."

"Oh but that is true, I heard that their resources are growing thin and that more and more Federation people are fleeing to our side. It's just a matter of time I think."

Zarg smiled, "Where are we going?" he asked.

"Deck 16, " Sam answered. "Gotta check engineering."

Zarg nodded, he was impressed by the generous size of the engineering section, "Its like a brand new ship in here, Everything is shiny," he said

"Let me tell you a secret," Sam whispered. "Chief Silvio has a special team assigned to keeping engineering shiny and clean. They have special rags for wiping off the dirt and so."

Zarg's eyes grew large as he looked all around to catch someone in the act of polishing.

Sam loved the bewildered look on Zarg's face. She laughed.

Zarg, realizing he'd been had, squinted at Sam for a moment with a sinister grimace, and then laughed too.

Some of the engineering crew grinned. It was a cute sight the big klingon and the small human female laughing.

But the lighters side was fleeting as Zarg acknowledged his comlink and nodded to Carter as he dematerialized.