Ferengi Busines"
By: Highwaij, Crewman, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.24 1500

He had reason to smile as he had searched the prisoners for weapons and other stuff, he had found 1 bare of pure latinum. he didn't know how they got it, but it was his now.

As soon as he had the prisoners back to the brig he headed to his own room, where he from behind of the cupboard took a small chest, which was closed with several locks.

Slowly he opened the locks, as the small chest was open he looked inside, whille he sat down on his bed. He took out the bars that where inside it and placed them on his bed next to the one he had found.~ Then he grabbed a small piece of cloth and started to polish the bars with it, untill they where shining again. Then he put them all back in the box and placed it back in it's place.

Then he quickly headed back to the security office before anyone whould miss him, in there he started to count the weapons they had in supply. As he starterd to count them he already knew that some would be missing. A few minuts later he had finished the counting, send out a report and then started to look at the weapons that were to damaged to use anymore.

He put them on the list of weapons he whould destroy, but instead of destroying thme he brought them to the cargobay, where inside of one of thee darkest corners he openen a big chest and placed them in there. "Good for Business," he said "Easy to sell" Then he walked again back to security and filed the report to the Chief Security Officer.

Finished "
By: Charles Atwood, Chief Intelligence Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.24 2230

=Uss Zion, Outside Security=

Charles had finished his shift, It had been an interesting day with all these prisioners, he had finished searching for any survivors in all decks with a marine detachment under his command. He felt really good about it. All has gone well and he had delivered about 5 prisioners to security and was going to his quarters.

He entered the turbolift and said "Deck 11"

As he was going up he started to remember the last words he told his fiancee and regret them a little but it was all said and he would need to work a little to get the relation going again.

He entered their quarters and noticed that Sam hadn't arrived yet so he decided to take a psionic shower and get to bed, after all he had been awake a long time and the injuries that he had suffered with this Mason guy didn't help him very much... he still had a lot of things to do, a report to Captain Hunter, Help with the repair of the Main Deflector Dish and ask permission from the Capt to conduct a serious interrrogation on the prisioners to discover the location of Birkoff and Johnson. It was a shame that rodgers had been killed in action. He could have been a valuable source of information.

He entered the shower and stayed there under it about half an hour, after he was done with that he took his pijamas and jumped on the bed.

He was sleeping 5 minutes Later...

Rura Penthe #31"
By: Riaan, Operations Manager, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.24 2345

=En Route to Operations=

After the eight prisoners were escorted to the brig Riaan headed back to her office. She needed to assign someone to clean the Cargo Bay and check to see what was missing.

As Riaan entered the turbo lift and the doors closed behind her, “deck three.� A few seconds later the turbo lift stopped and Riaan exited and proceeded to her office.

She was so glad the turbo lift was finally working. He muscles were feeling tight and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take crawling through the Jeffery tubes.

=Operations Office=

As she entered her Office she couldn’t believe the day’s event she was tired and weary and just wasn’t sure where to start. She reflected back how the Captain mistook her as a prisoner and was thankful he told her to drop her weapon first instead of firing first.

She never realized how hungry she was and realized that she hadn’t eaten or drank anything. She was feeling a little dizzy and woozy.

As she sat down Ensign Clare Dragon, PO Darren Smeltzer, Crewman Allyson Chachere, Crewman Mathew Schanz, PO Eve Harada, PO Annabelle Gravatt, Ensign Clinton Fetterolf, Cadet Lonnie Cook and Cadet Javier Kysar entered the office. Reporting in what is our next job as they all came to full attention.

Riaan looked at them, “At ease.� They looked rather ragged and tired. They appeared to be a little rough around the edges but after today it was very explainable.

Cadet Javier Kysar, Cadet Lonnie Cook, Crewman Mathew Schanz, Ensign Clinton Fetterolf and PO Darren Smeltzer I want you to start cleaning up the cargo bays. I need a complete list of inventory and cross check what is missing. I want every cargo bay to have a thorough going over this may take a week but I prefer that it takes less. We need to know what is missing right away.

The rest you are to go from deck to deck and help clean up the damage done. We have a lot of work ahead of us.

First things first though you are all to get something to eat and to drink before you begin. You have an hour to grab a bit to eat and get cleaned up and into a clean uniform; afterwards you will start with getting this ship cleaned and back into shape. If we have to we will work a double shift but we will get things back into an orderly fashion.

Riaan knew this was going to be a long shift and could be going for another 24 without any sleep. She was wondering if she spoke to the doctor if she could help give her something to help her get by for another 24 hours. She wanted to make sure everything was in place and work was started with the cleanup and a report submitted to the Captain.

She hated to bother Dr. Dane knowing how many were injured and with Dr. Dane being extremely busy. Riaan decided the only way was to keep pushing herself that it was mind over body. She still felt slightly dizzy and had a headache but under the circumstances it was understandable with the stress of the day.

After the Op’s Officer’s left Riaan got up and headed back to her quarters. She proceeded to the turbo lift and as she got there the doors opened and Riaan entered. As the doors closed behind her she stated, “Computer, deck six.� A few seconds later the lift stopped and Riaan exited and she proceeded to her quarters. Riaan walked to her quarters and she stopped in front and she pressed a few buttons. It was great being back in her quarters.

=Riaan’s Quarters=

Riaan walked to her closest and pulled out a clean uniform. She felt pretty ridiculous wearing a prisoner’s uniform. She walked to the washroom and grabbed a quick sonic shower. She stood there for 10 minutes and then scrubbed down and then exited the shower. She toweled off and got dressed into a clean uniform. It sure felt better then wearing a prisoner’s shirt being back in a Maquis Uniform.

Riaan wondered how the hell did the prisoners escape and was thankful it wasn’t her that had to explain the circumstances. It was bad enough having to explain why one was wearing a prisoners uniform and the fact that she had been taken as one so many times and having to explain that she wasn’t and that there was a good explanation behind this all. Riaan just couldn’t wait before she could actually get some sleep, but there was business that needed to be tended to.

The duty roster needed to be done, a report submitted to the captain, the ship cleaned and repairs needed to be done. It would be a few days before things were back in ship shape and one would never guess what had happened this day other then what was in the reports that each department more then likely would be submitting letting the Captain know what was occurring. In one way Riaan was thankful she wasn’t a security officer talk about the embarrassment of the fact that you were over taken by a prisoner and that you would have to make sure the crew was save from such criminals instead of them running the ship.

This was one for the logs thought Riaan to herself.

Riaan exited her quarters and proceeded to the mess hall her stomach was grumbling and Riaan knew if she didn’t get something to eat she was going to throw up. As she neared the turbo lift the doors opened. As she entered they closed behind her, crew was bustling here and there with there jobs on getting the ship back in shape. “Computer, deck nine.�

A few seconds later the lift stopped and Riaan headed to the mess hall. A few seconds later she arrived and entered. There was a line up at the replicator and Riaan had to wait for a few minutes. The smell of food wasn’t helping with her feeling nauseous.

Riaan: “Computer hot roast beef sandwich, fries, corn and a large mocha.�

A few seconds later Riaan picked up her plate and her steaming mug of coffee and proceeded over to a table. She was feeling so ravished with hunger that she just wolfed her food down. She felt a lot better after having a shower and getting into a clean uniform and getting something to eat.

After relaxing for a few minutes and giving herself a chance for her food to settle it was time to get underway, the sooner the report got done and the sooner she made sure cleanup was underway she could get a few hours sleep she hoped.

Riaan picked up her tray and walked over to the replicator and placed the plate and her mug back into the replicator to be recycled. She decided to take mocha on the road with her.

Riaan: “Computer large mocha.�

A few seconds later Riaan picked up her mug and left the mess hall and proceeded back to her office.

As she got near the turbo lift she had to wait for a few minutes before the turbo lift arrived. Finally the turbo lift arrived and the doors opened. She noticed how the crew looked so weary and beaten. She wondered how there moral was holding up after everything occurred. She waited for some to exit then she entered the turbo lift. “Computer, deck three,� Riaan stated as the doors closed behind her. A few minutes later the turbo lift stopped and Riaan exited and proceeded to her office.

A few seconds later she arrived at her office and entered.

To be continued…

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