Pacifica #133"
By: M'Ressha Mikaht, Fighter Pilot, [RNPC]
Krystal, Hologram, [RNPC]
Maxine Lucinda Tapert, Computer Specialist, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.29 2010

Three Hours earlier:

USS Zion, come in, requesting emergency EVAC. Repeat, requesting emergency EVAC.

Blitzer sat up and nodded at Max, who activated the comm. and nodded back, letting him know to proceed. "This is the USS Tigress, what is your status?"

Four of us are holding Bocca but we've come under heavy fire and can not maintain our position. Requesting emergency beam out.

Blitzer and Max went to the back of the ship where the transporter was. He handed Max the phaser rifle and energized the transporter. One of the marines appeared with Bocca who was wearing restraints.

"Well well!" said the Marine, "if it isn't our favorite flyboy."

Blitzer smirked, "right Mulligan..." Blitzer looked at Bocca who seemed to be xenophobic and couldn't help himself as he flexed his claws, "you brought me some lunch!" He grinned a toothy smile at Bocca who was now breaking out in cold sweat.

That comment had Maxine smirking.

"Lets get the rest of your guys up here." he said. He nodded at Max, who fluidly handed him the phaser rifle in exchange for the transporter controls. "..energize."

They beamed up the the remaining men, a pair at a time until the entire party filled the small area.

"We need to get back down there and help Madriani," they said stepping up to the transporter controls. Mulligan nodded at the others, "I've got them," he said.

"Good, then lets go."

As Mulligan, the last one, prepared to energize, he said, "keep an eye on him, Get him back to the Zion if you can."

Blitzer put on a disappointed look, "I guess I can't eat you then."

Bocca's lips quivered.

"'E'd probably give y'gas," Max deadpanned.

Blitzer prodded him with the phaser rifle, "move...that way..."

They marched down to Sickbay, "In there." he said.

Blitzer looked down the corridor, "Krystal! report to Sickbay please!"

The pixie flitted into view in the flight deck doorway and wiggled her fingers at him. "Aye, aye, Captain!" And in the blink of an eye she disappeared, only to reappear in the middle of Sickbay. "Ooooooh!! A Patient for me!" she clapped and giggled and a teeny stethoscope popped into existence around her neck and she snapped latex looking gloves onto her hands. She wiggled her fingers and grinned at Bocca. "Bend over and cough," she told him seriously; or as serious as a five inch flying nearly-naked girl-creature could.

Maxine snickered from the doorway.

"I'd do what the doctor says..." said Blitzer crossing his arms, cradling the phaser rifle.

"B-but, but I'm an official member of the Pacifican Del-delagation. Y-you have no right to hold me here. T-this is illegal behavior," pleaded Bocca.

"But... I'm not a member of the Pacifican Delegation. I'm a member of Captain Hunter's Delegation," Krystal pointed out with a little giggle. "So I'm legal," she told him logically.

Blitzer turned and stepped behind Max and whispered loud enough for Bocca to hear, "I've lost my appetite, what do you think we should do with him?"

"Freeze 'im for later?" Max asked and turned her head enough to grin at him.

Bocca's jaw slacked open, he got down on his knees, "p-please don't hurt me, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"I don't know," said Blitzer, "I still think we should torture him."

Krystal blinked huge blue eyes at Bocca..."Anything?"

Maxine was just about to respond to Blitzer when the conversation between Krystal and Bocca caught her attention.

"Oh, yes... anything!"

"Yay!" she clapped her hands and sent a shower of pixie dust sparkling into the air. "Alright then. We want all your access codes, all the Federation troop movements, and we need a good recipe for peanut brittle," she told him with a nod.

Blitzer nodded, "you two keep an eye on him, I'm going to check our status."

"Roight," Max nodded and gave Krystal an odd look. 'Peanut brittle'?

About two hours later Blitzer hurried down to where Max and Krystal were. "The Zion is calling us in, our mission is complete."

"Krystal, if 'e moves turn 'im into a toad," Max instructed and nodded to Blitzer as he left Sickbay.

Blitzer hopped in the command seat and promptly flew the runabout back to the Zion.

Once Blitzer set down on the flight deck, he picked up the jar with the spider alien in it and his phaser rifle. He went back to where Krystal and Max were guarding their prisoner.

He pointed the rifle at him, "let's go."

They walked out on to the flight deck where security teams immediately took custody of him.

Blitzer turned to Max and Krystal.

He was at loss for words, "I, well... I was... " he put his paw up to his snout and cleared his throat, "I was hoping maybe we could get together sometime and visit again." He smiled, "I enjoyed working with you two."

Krystal fluttered around the two of them for a moment and then settled on Max's shoulder as the young computer expert looked up at the Caitian with almost a lose for words. Definitely shy now that she wasn't working. She couldn't help smiling back at him though and seemed to relax a little. "Yes please. I'd like that," she answered honestly. "Very much."

"*We'd* like that," Krystal corrected.

"Roight," Max nodded with a wider grin. "We would."