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By: Lt Commander Zarg , Security , [NPC]
Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.29 2130

Sam kicked her left boot against the lower part of the console. The fighting was over, luckily there were minimal casualties this time. But as usual this time was also a time to say goodbye again.

Zarg smiled at Carter, "I have always said, the Federation has lost their will to fight."

"Perhaps," she responded. "They have a nasty habit of suddenly popping up when you least expect it."

Zarg smiled, "I'm sure they speak the same of you."

"So what you going to do now, return to Q'onos?"

Zarg's gaze drifted off to a vacant stare, "not as long as there are battles to be fought."

His eyes darted back to Sam's. "Rumor has it we are escorting damaged Maquis ships part of the way back to Qul Tuq.

Sam giggled. "Yeah they could use a tourguide through space. It will be nice streching our legs on QT again, I wonder if a lot has changed there, it has been a while."

"They?" said Zarg as he nudged his head toward her.

"The Maqui ships?" Sam said. "So I guess we have to say goodbye again then."

"After we are underway, I am sure I can beam over. You are also invited as my guest to celebrate our victory tomorrow night."

"Thanks, I like having you around." Sam said with a smile. "I dont know if Chief Jarvis will allow that, I think we need to make our necessary reports first before having some fun.

"Well then," said Zarg, taking her hand in his and raising it to his lips, "You will just have to make sure all your necessary reports are filed before tomorrow evening." Zarg smiled a devilish toothy grin "I'll be reading poetry," he added.

Sam blushed. "Don't worry, I make sure that they are finished, even if I have to whip the other crew to do it." She blushed even deeper, when he kissed her hand.

"That reminds me, I found some new poetry on the database, I will take them with me ......... tonight erm I mean tomorrownight for the party." Sam grinned sheepishly.

His nostrils flared, "You should do that..." said Zarg,

Sam giggled, she had a hopeless crush on the big Klingon and felt a little embarrassed, not knowing how to act or react.

"Would you accompany me to the transporter room?"

Sam nodded and stood up. It was a funny sight a big Klingon all dressed in warrior cloth and a small blond haired female walking side by side to the transporter room.

As they arrived the transporter operator looked at Zarg, "You are the last Sir,"

Zarg turned toward Sam, "Now I guess it is time to say good bye for a little while.

"Yes it it," Sam said, unable to completely filter out the sadness in her voice. "See you tomorrow.

He stepped on the transporter pad and disappeared.

The transporter chief grinned at Sam. "Got a date Ms Carter?" Sam huffed. "Hey I can't help it, I like the big log. Oh and Morley isn't it, did you file your transporter logs yet??