Miranda, TJ, and Trouble"
By: Ramok, Suspedcted Slave Trader, [NPC]
Thomas Swenson, Chief Engineer, [NPC]
Miranda, Lounge Manager, [RNPC]
Garn, Suspected Slave Trader, [NPC]
Kelly Forrester, Assistant Chief Operations Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58204.17 2200

58204.17 2200 =Qul Tuq Station=

TJ stood on the Observation deck overlooking the Atlanta. She had bad phaser burns on her hull. The work crews had already begun repairs. She had held up well in battle. TJ was proud of his ship and his crew. They had taken some losses but worked diligently to make repairs. Most of the repairs has been made on the way back to Qult Tuq. He had given them the evening off.

“Hello TJ.”

TJ turned around and looked at Miranda. “Hello Miranda. You look nice.”

Miranda smiled at TJ. “Thank you . You aren’t looking so bad yourself.”

“Are you ready to go,” said TJ offering her his arm. She nodded and the two of them strolled down the promenade toward Quarks. At Quarks they found a quiet table and sat down. When the waiter came over TJ ordered a bottle of Bajorian spring wine. “So, how do you like the Zion?”

“It is a nice ship, “ she replied. “Very young crew. What about you? How has life been on the Atlanta?”

As TJ was about to answer when their spring wine arrived. Taking a sip of wine has said, “I have only been on board for a few months but I feel like it has been a year. I have chased Romulans and dodged Cardassians. What more can a guy ask for?” TJ noticed a Ferengi enter the bar and take a seat near the back. Something looked very familiar about him but TJ could not put his finger on why? “How is your Rosie,” he asked Miranda.

“Mother is doing fine. She is a little unhappy that I chose to joing the Zion but she will get over it.” Miranda winked at TJ. “ I think she was hoping you and I would settle down. She likes you, you know.”

TJ chuckled, “I am not the marrying type Miranda.” TJ glanced over at the Ferngi. A human was not sitting with him The seemed to be havi9ng an intense conversation. TJ’s brain was still struggling with the identity of the Ferengi.

“I know, I am really not ready to settle down yet either. I am not even 100 years old yet,” she said with a smile.

Miranda continued to talk but TJ was not really listening. That Ferengi was bothering him. He knew him from somewhere. As Miranda continued to talk TJ ran the Ferengi through his memory, then he remembered. He was younger then ande not as fat but he was looking at the Ferengi slave trader Ramok. TJ had run into him while he was on the Griffon. He was a nasty Ferengi.

Miranda could see she had lost TJ interest. “And then there was the time when I turned my skin blue with orange dots,” she said.

“Uh-huh,” said TJ still watching the Ferengi and his associate. He was sure that they were up to no good.

“TJ,” said Miranda grabbing his elbow, “What is it that is so important that you are ignoring me?”

TJ apologized and then said, “There is a Ferengi over there, I know he is up to know good.”

“What makes you think that?”

“His name is Ramok. He is a flesh peddler,” he said. The Ferengi and his companion got up and left the bar. TJ waited a bit and got up, “Come on let’s follow them.”

Miranda got up and followed after him, “TJ, this is silly, they have done nothing wrong.”

“Yes they have we just need to find out what it is.”

They strolled through the promenade following a safe distance behind Ramok. Soon they the promenade and moved into the habitation section. TJ and Miranda were forced to follow at a closer distance to avoid loosing them. They held hands and made general small talk. Ramok and his companion got on a lift. TJ and Miranda got on the lift with them. Keeping his back to Ramok TJ kissed Miranda. The continued kissing until the lift arrived at their destination and Ramok and his associate got off. TJ waited until the lift was about to close then they got out just in time to see Ramok enter what he assumed was his quarters.

“Great date TJ, “ she said with a smile. “Following fat Ferengi’s is my ideal date.”

“Just wait,” said TJ as they moved into a nearby alcove. “We can watch the door from here.”

No sooner than they had gotten out of sight the door opened again and the came out again. “Very nice Garn,” said Ramok shaking hands with the stranger. “Have the package sent to docking ring one. Your payment will arrive the usual way.”

“Thank you Ramok,” said Garn. “Shall we go have another drink to seal the deal?”

“Your buying,” said Ramok as the got on the turbo lift.

TJ looked at Miranda, “I told you.” He went to the door and pulled out a small tool. He began working on the access panel.

“You bring your tools with you on a date,” Miranda whispered incredulously.

“I don’t go anywhere without this one,” he said as the door slid open.

“Never a dull moment,” she said as the entered the room. What Miranda saw next made her gasp. Bound and gagged was Kelly Forrester, the missing operations officer from the Zion. She was partially clad and covered in bruises. “That is Ensign Forrester, she is on the Zion.”

“I believe we better contact station security now,” said TJ.

“I don’t think so,” said a voice from behind them.

TJ turned to see Ramok and Garn, who was holding a weapon in his hand. “I thought I recognized you. You are Roja Fin. You used to be on the Griffon,” said Ramok to TJ. He walked over to Miranda. “You I do not know but you will make a nice addition to my catalog.” Looking back at Garnhe said, “Two for the price of one Garn.” He laughed.

“I think you are wrong,” said Miranda giving TJ a look. She quickly grabbed both the lobes on the Ferengi’s head and squeezed. This caused Ramok to howl in pain. Miranda then smashed her head into the top of Ramok’s head and then brought her knee up into his midsection. The Ferengi gasped for breath. Miranda finished of the flailing Ferengi by slamming his head into the wall where he collapsed to the floor.

TJ did not hesitate, as soon as Miranda attacked he lunged for Garn and caught him squarely with his shoulder. Garn’s weapon flew across the room as both men fell to the floor. Garn got to his feet quickly and kicked TJ in the ribs. TJ rolled with the kick and was ready fir the next kick. He caught Garn’s kick and he toppled over backwards. TJ jumped onto Garn and smashed his fist into Garn’s face several times until Garn stopped moving.

TJ got up holding his side as he and Miranda approached Forrester. “She is unconscious,” said Miranda.

“We better get her some help. Did you bring your communicator?” TJ grabbed a bed covering and they wrapped it around Forrester.

Miranda to Zion three to beam directly to sickbay.”