Rura Penthe #55"
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 0000

Sickbay

Teilani had been working in the science lab for what seemed ages. She had taken care of the cloning of Cmdr Wrights arm. The process was still slow but progressed according to her calculation. She had added some new nutrients to the gel the cells were placed in and the first medical readings were promising.

She yawned when she went back to sick bay. It was quiet there, some of the medical staff had the night off . One of her last tasks of the day was checking on Mason. He was doing fine yet still remained unresponsive to external stimuli.

“Hey Mase, Teilani said softly. “You’r interested in a short story? I found something great in the ships data base. It is called the Great bell.”

Teilani pulled up a chair close to the bio bed and made herself comfortable. “ You know this story would work well for Chief Silvio too. O.k. here it goes.”.

With a soft and clear voice Teilani began to read out loud.

+++

The king of the short-sighted and stunted people, a wise old man, acting on the wishes of his people, had ordered that a giant bell designed to strike hourly be built. The engineers of the land, labouring hard and long, have duly produced a bell, gigantic in all proportions, and it is now hoisted on a huge platform at the centre of the country. The bell, however, fails to strike at the required times. To resolve this problem, the king calls a general assembly.

"My people," the king begins when the people have gathered, "We greet you!"

"Great king of ours we greet you!" the people respond.

"My loyal and beloved people, we greet you!"

"Great king, we greet you! We greet you!! We greet you!!!"

His brow deeply creased, the king acknowledges the cheers of his subjects with grave nods and settles into his throne.

"The Great Bell has been finished," he proclaims.

"Yeeaah!!!" the people cheer. "Long live the king!"

"But," he cautions, "the bell is not yet working properly."

Well-disposed to their king, the short-sighted and stunted people are quick in offering suggestions.

"Set more engineers on it!"

"Hire some foreign engineers!"

"No! Consult the Oracle!"

"Yes! Consult the Oracle!"

"That's it! The Oracle!"

The cries go on and on until the old king raises his hand.

"My loyal and beloved people," His Majesty says, "We appreciate your concern and interest in our Great Bell. However, we doubt if this is a matter for the Oracle. Besides, the engineers know what the problem is. But they have not been able to solve it. That is why we are gathered here today"

The people can barely wait for His Majesty to finish.

"What is the problem?"

"Why can't the engineers solve it?"

"What sort of engineers are they, fake ones?"

"They shouldn't be paid!"

"They should be caned!"

"I say they should be hanged!"

"Yes, hang them!"

"Hang the engineers!"

The passionate short-sighted and stunted people rail on until the royal hand goes up again. "My loyal people," His Majesty coaxes, "We doubt if this is a hanging matter. The engineers have done a great job. Why should we hang them for a problem they can't solve? Remember they are a part of us too. Indeed, we think they should be highly rewarded for their work!"

"Yes, I agree. Let's reward them!"

"A cow with a bell for each!"

"Yes, one man; one cow!"

"Fair enough, one man; one cow!"

"No! A white bicycle is better!"

"But that is the king's official vehicle!"

"A black one then. A black bicycle for each man!"

"That's better, one man; one bicycle!"

"Agreed. One man; One bicycle!"

"But the Great Bell is not yet working properly!"

"I wanted to say that."

"Well, now someone else has said it."

The king smiles and strokes his curly grey beard as he muses over his subjects. One minute they want a hanging, the next they want to hand out rewards. He is still smiling as his hand goes up.

"My beloved people, we believe the first thing we should do is find out what the problem is. Why is the Great Bell not working properly?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the people agree, "why?"

"The answer to that," His Majesty declares, "can best be provided by the Chief of Engineers."

"Summon the Chief of Engineers!"

"Let him come before us!"

"People!" His Majesty proclaims and the arena quickly acquires a major attribute of cemeteries: the silence of the dead. "My beloved people," His Majesty says, his voice softening, "we give you the Chief of Engineers. He will tell you what is wrong with our Great Bell."

A lanky monocled man with wire-brush grey beards appears on the dais where the king sits with his entourage. He presses his monocle lightly as he executes a slight bow before the king. Then he whips a sheaf of papers out of his pocket.

"Great king I salute you. With your kind permission, Your Majesty..."

The Monarch acknowledges the salutation and motions for the Chief of Engineers to proceed. The latter faces the people. "Great people I greet you!"

"Chief of Engineers we greet you!"

"The problem with the Great Bell is that it fails to strike at hourly intervals as it had been designed to do."

The short-sighted and stunted people, a great talkative lot if there has ever been one, display their vaunted mettle of the tongue.

"Did you hear that man?!"

"Hey you! Don't we know that already?"

"Did they say this man is the Chief of Engineers?"

"I greatly fear for that Great Bell!"

"Look, why won't the Great Bell strike at hourly intervals?"

"Tell us why not what!"

"Speak, man speak!"

"He is speaking! But until you shut up you will never hear him!"

"You too shut up!"

"After this, meet me at the well, you'll see yourself!"

"Hey you two, shut up!"

His Majesty's hand goes up. "People, people, control yourselves. Chief of Engineers, please continue."

The Chief of Engineers plunges in. "The Great Bell won't strike because a big spring restrains the hammerhead."

The people are incensed.

"Well then, take the damned spring off!"

"I can't believe my ears!"

"This man should be caned, I say!"

"Is this the Chief of Engineers?"

"Incredible!"

"I doubt if he can engineer a pot of soup!"

"That will be too much for him! Can he engineer food into his stomach?!"

"I bet he couldn't engineer his wife into pregnancy!"

"Oh, what a shame!"

Again, His Majesty's hand institutes silence.

"My beloved people," he teases, "stop heaping abuse on the Chief of Engineers. Allow him to explain things to you. After all, he is the Chief of Engineers."

The Chief of Engineers thanks His Majesty and directs a gaze of long-suffering at the people. "The spring holding back the hammerhead cannot be removed because it's removal will cause the hammerhead to fall and wreck the Great Bell. We can not allow that to happen. It will be a grave calamity."

"So what is the solution?" comes the retort from the people.

His Majesty gives a royal throat-clearing. "My beloved people, it is you who must offer suggestions to be considered by the engineers."

Elated at the chance to show their problem-solving prowess, the short-sighted and stunted people fall over themselves.

"Put a screw through the hammerhead to hold it in place then remove the spring."

"Nonsense! Add more steel to the hammerhead to--"

"Rubbish! Place the hammerhead in a vice-like grip so--"

"You're dumb! That hammerhead is not strong enough--"

"And you need to hang a bell around your neck so people will know a cow is coming!

The hammerhead is not the problem! The problem is the spring--"

"Are you the only one here? Please let me say something--"

"No it's my turn--"

"It's mine--"

"Mine I say!"

The wise old king raises his hand. "People, people, control yourselves! Everyone shall have a say. But first let's hear what the Chief of Engineers think of the ideas we have heard so far." +++

Teilani smiled. “ Well Mase, I think you have heard enough today. I will continue another time. Sleep well and be safe."

Tbc

Breaking up "
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58204.26 0125

It was late when Sam entered their quarters. Charles was fast a sleep and did not move as she bumped into a chair. Sam looked at him, something had changed between them, ever since they had their argument during the siege. Somehow Sam did not feel comfortable in their relationship anymore and perhaps it was time to take some distance.

She sighed. She remembered an old earth song called Breaking up is hard to do. How appropriate. Softly she walked to the desk in the corner and started to prepare a letter.

“Computer, start recording.”

Dear Charles,

I am writing this letter with pain in my heart and I will not beat around the bush. Something has changed between us, something I can not understand and perhaps I do not want to understand.

At the moment I do not feel comfortable anymore, there is a distance between us, a distance which is difficult to cross. We fell in love too quickly and that can never be good, true love needs to grow, cultured and nurtured like a young sapling.

Charles, Imzadi I have to leave you. Your love which is so great for me, smothers me, holds me back to follow my own destiny. I am breaking off our engagement and I am sure you will disagree with me, and will try to talk me out of it. Please do not try too, it will only cause me more pain.

Don’t get me wrong I still love you but this is something I have to do for myself. It be best if we don’t see each other for a while.

Samantha

“Computer end recording, and save.”

Sam brushed away a tear from her cheek as she stood up. From the cupboard she got a bag and started packing her belongings. After she had finished she walked back to the sleeping area and watched Charles.

“Goodbye Charles,” she whispered. Sam turned around and left their quarters. Taking the turbolift to Deck 2 Sam entered her own quarters. Not bothering to undress she threw her self on the bed after some tossing and turning she finally fell asleep.

How Could You Understand? "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 0800

Counselor's office

Wright thought about ignoring Counselor Zoei's meeting request. His first thought had been to rip into her for insubordination. Deep down, however, he knew that she was doing her job and he would need to visit with her sooner or later.

Wright left his office and made his way down to Deck 8 to Counselor Zoei's office. He has not seen a counselor since his wife had dies. They did little to help him then so he did not expect much from this meeting. He rang the door chime.

Zoei glanced at the chronometer, 0804. Commander Wright was just late enough to put her on notice that he was there at his discretion, not hers, but not so late that it couldn't be explained away with a simple apology, if he chose to issue it. She shook her head. "Enter, Commander."

Wright entered the counselor's office and flashed his best *let's get this over with* smile. "Good morning Counselor. How are you?"

"Good morning, Commander. I am doing well. How are you?" She took notice of his smile and his lack of attention to his late arrival. Already, this appointment felt hopeless. The true key to success with any counselor/patient relationship is the patient's willingness and openness to address his or her problems. The Commander was here because of an expectation, not with any true hope of resolution.

"I am just fine," said Wright a little defensively.

"Would you care for something to drink?"

"No thank you."

"I am going to have a glass of tea. If you change your mind, help yourself to the replicator," Zoei smiled slightly. "Have a seat in one of those chairs," Zoei gestured to the seating area with the bold colored couches and abundance of throw pillows. She crossed the room to the replicator and requested her tea.

Wright looked at all of the pillows and chuckled, "You think I might need to attack a pillow?" He sat down and waited for her to begin.

"After one incident with a visitor here, I decided it was much safer for all involved to have more than enough soft things to throw around," Zoei chuckled. She settled in her chair, tucking her feet underneath her. The glass of tea rested on her knee.

Wright lifted his damaged arm which was now covered with a protective device. "I guess I could club a few pillows to death," he chuckled.

"I know being here is not something you see as particularly productive or effective. I appreciate you willingness to stop in."

"No problem Counselor."

"How long will it be until Dr. Dane has your new arm ready?"

"She is re-growing it even as we speak. It should be ready by the time we get back to Qul Tuq."

"It is amazing the progress in modern technology. Tell me, how did it happen? I know you were in the holodeck." Zoei shifted so she was nestled into the side of the chair. The smaller she appeared, the less threatening, less significant she was, and hopefully, less threatening. The funny thing about being a counselor was, for the right person, she was far more intimidating or unsettling than the largest enemy carrying the most elaborate arsenal.

"Silvio and I were taking some time to relax. We went scuba diving. When Birkoff took over he reprogrammed Silvio's program to include a shark. It came out of nowhere and took off my arm. Wright began rubbing his damaged arm.

"I bet that was a bit of a shock. That holodeck is supposed to be safe. How is it going for you with just one hand?"

"To be honest it is taking me a little time to get used to it." Wright smiled, "It will take some time."

"What part is the hardest?"

"Sometimes I still think it is there and try to use it. That gets frustrating. I never realized how much I use that hand."

"I can imagine many simple tasks require two hands. Does Dr. Dane think she will be able to have the reattachment done before we get to Qul Tuq? Or will you have that done there?" Commander Wright was a hard man to involve in a conversation, Zoei noted. His answers were succinct and did not leave for her to work with when she formed her next question.

"I think she is going to do the procedure at Qul Tuq." Wright paused, "Look, you said that the Doctor was concerned about me. I can assure you that I am not going to do anything to hurt this ship or crew. I was just in a bad mood and wanted to get out of sickbay. I guess I just snapped at her."

"No one is concerned you would do anything to hurt this ship or her crew. You have been through an extremely stressful situation, on a number of counts. Coupled with the loss of your hand, Dr. Dane felt it was in your best interests to touch base with me to ensure that you are going to be ok. I have to say, I agree completely. Any person on this ship, who had gone through what you have gone through, should spend a little time chatting with me."

"Very well," he said. "What would you like to chat about?"

"Tell me why you think counselors are a waste of time and space," Patia smiled to soften the bluntness of her statement.

"I do not recall saying that counselors are a waste of time and space." Wright gave her a perplexed look. "I do not think that at all. I just think they do not work for me. I have had several sessions with various counselors after T'Pril died and it was pretty much time that could have been better spent doing something else."

"You did not have to say it, Sir. Sometimes, one just knows how someone feels about their vocation. And, they might not work for you. Each person has individual needs and not every counselor is a good fit. I would also guess, Sir, that the real trouble with counselors and your meetings with them weren't the actual meeting, but the fact they couldn't fix your trouble. No matter what anyone said or did, either you or the counselors, the reality is, T'Pril is not coming back. Am I close?"

"I am not a foolish man Counselor." Wright was frustrated. He had opened the door to this conversation. He did not really want to go there again but he walked right into this conversation. "I know that no one can bring her back. I was hoping that they could bring back the part of me that died with her though."

"I never said you were a foolish man. It isn't about rational thought. It is about feeling and emotion and a hole inside you big enough to fit this entire ship, that no matter what you do, where you go or who you meet, it never goes away. I have to say, my feeling is the counselor's role is to help you accommodate the missing part of you, not to replace it. That part can't come back, Commander, but it doesn't mean other parts can't be stronger."

"Do you know much about Vulcans counselor?" Wright asked.

"Why don't you tell me, Sir," Patia shifted in her seat. She crossed her legs and braced her elbow on her thigh. With her chin propped on her hand, she leaned forward.

"We had a bond," Wright tensed up. "It was like a little piece of her was always in my mind. I could feel the presence of her mind." Wright looked out a window in Zoei's office. He fixed his stare on a tiny distant star and continued. "After a while it got to be a comfort having her there." He tapped one finger on the side of his head. "When she died that instantly was gone." He looked back at Zoei. "It was a terrible pain counselor." Wright lifted his damaged arm. "It makes this feel like a paper cut."

"I understand," Patia nodded sympathetically.

"With all do respect counselor, How could you possibly know?" Wright had seen this before with other counselors. They all knew what he felt and yet none of them had ever experienced that kind of loss.

"I am not sure if you know, but Betazid people are also bonded to their mates. It is an intricate connection and quite unique. My bonded mate has been dead for 25 years already, Commander. With all due respect, I do understand your viewpoint. I apologize if I came across as a know it all. You were very lucky to have experienced the relationship you had with T'Pril." Patia smiled faintly.

"I am sorry counselor. I had no idea," said Wright.

"You would have no reason to know. It isn't something that normally comes up in casual conversation and there would be no reason for it to be in my jacket. How long has your wife been gone?"

"Eight years ago this month," replied Wright.

"I am very sorry for your loss. Did you stay in contact with her family?"

"No, not really," said Wright.

"Do you ever wish you had?"

"I do not think they would see much logic in it." Wright smiled.

"Aye, you might have a point there, Commander," Patia smiled. "I want you to know, I appreciate you taking the time to stop by today. I know it wasn't high on your priority list, but I do believe the report I will file regarding this meeting will put the doctor's mind at ease."

"Thank you counselor," said Wright as he stood up. "It might not have been my top priority; however, I am glad that we had this talk."

Pondering just what I got myself into... "
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Executive Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.26 0959

It wasn't like she hadn't been hurt before.....because she had. Many times. One didn't go breaking into tombs that ancient peoples had intended to stay sealed for all time without getting hurt every once in a while. What made her good was that it simply didn't happen often because she did her homework.

Maybe that was what was bothering her in this instance? She'd gone into a dangerous situation with no plan of attack.....no idea of what would be coming her way.

The brunnette stood and left her quarters again....needing to get away from the grey walls and grey carpet for a little while. She guessed that she'd spent entirely too much time digging in the dirt to ever feel totally comfortable in Space. So maybe what she needed was a little bit of dirt....some wind....and some time to think.

When she arrived at the Holodeck, she did a quick check and found that no one was using it at the moment...and no one was scheduled to do so. That was definitly a good thing. Hopefully she wouldn't be disturbed a while and she'd be able to work all this out.

When the program was ready, she walked in and almost instantly felt better. She could feel the crunch of the loose dirt on the plateau and the wind that blew softly across. This was one of her most favorite places to be. It always helped her think. Down below in the canyon were the ruins of a people that had been known as the Visnu. They had been similar culturally to the Anasazi tribe of Native Americans back on Earth. Granted...they'd been very different biologically....but the cultures were very much the same.

Northrop shook her head and walked over to the edge of the plateau where she sat down. She smiled just a bit, looking over the edge of the shear rock face which dropped...oh...about a hundred meters. Looking up again, she looked at what had to be the most beautiful thing this planet had to offer. It was it's perpetual sunset. This planet was tide locked...which meant that it was only livable in a thing band around the halfway point. Towards their sun was a burnt wasteland that mere mortals could not survive....and away from it...a frozen wasteland. But right here in the middle.....an entire ecosystem had formed. Another thing that made this planet interesting was that on the other side of it.....was another group of people.....with a totally different culture. And apparently they both thought that there were no others and frequently stated this "fact" in their writings. But...Alyssa had always found the Visnu more interesting.

Getting back to business, she got comfortable...or as close to comfortable as one could get sitting on bare rock...and gazed up into the sky as she thought about her new life on the Zion, her motivations for joining the Maquis, what had happened to her and what would happen to her. If nothing else....it was going to be an adventure....

Full Time Morale Officer "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1000

=Counselor's Office=

Captain Hunter entered the counselor's office. It had been almost a couple of weeks since he had visited with her last.

"Hello Counselor" said Hunter.

"Hello, Captain Hunter. How are you today?" Zoei had been surprised by the captain's unannounced arrival. She pushed aside the paperwork she had in front of her before she rose to attention.

Hunter motioned with his hand, "as you were counselor, formalities aren't required of you on my ship."

Hunter looked around, he was certain the counselor had a pretty full workload.

"I just stopped by to see if you had a couple minutes to give me an update of your assessment on how the crew was handling the crises."

"Overall, the crew is doing well. I have reviewed reports from Sick Bay. There are several crewmembers I plan on contacting over the next several days, but I have only received a request to meet with one person. I met with the individual this morning. I saw no reason for the person to be held from active duty. Did you have specific concerns?"

Hunter shook his head as he briefly looked around the counselor's office. "no..."

Hunter paused, "Nice pillows counselor," he said with a smile. "Are they for....?"

Zoei shifted slightly, from one foot to the other. "They are for whatever they need to be at the moment. Most of the time, they are just lovely decorations. In the event someone needs to take a little aggression out, I decided it was prudent to have soft objects available. Ops thank me for this as well."

Hunter nodded, "of course..."

He cleared his throat, "I think it would be good for a ship this size, given the situations we've encountered, to have a full time moral officer, currently we have a part-time one, Ensign Favor, the Risan? I was thinking she should fall under your command, you should coordinate her activities for the welfare of the crew."

"I would agree the ship could use a full time morale officer. I would also agree she would fit within the Counseling department. Have you discussed this with Ensign Favor and Dr. Dane?"

"Not yet, I wanted your input Counselor,"

"Personally, I feel she would be an asset to the department. I see a need for her services on a full time basis. However, with everything that has happened lately, she has been focused on her role as a medic full time. I would be concerned about how that loss would affect Sick Bay. I also do not want Dr. Dane to feel as though I have stepped on her toes with this transfer."

"Some additional medical staff has been assigned. They are transferring from the Laborieux. But I will talk to Dr Dane about this as well as Ensign Favor."

"That is appreciated, Sir. Please advise when the transfer is to take place and I will ensure all is ready for a full time Morale Officer."

Hunter gave Zoei a satisfied nod, "Ok, let me know if you need more help as well." Hunter turned and stepped out of the counselor's office.

Zoei shook her head as she watched him go. The counseling department had just doubled in size. It would be fine, but it would be an adjustment. She pulled her chair up and settled back down to her reports.

Rura Penthe #59"
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Jonathan Wright, Commander, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1000

=sickbay=

Wright had managed to get some sleep but was still feeling a bit cranky. He really wanted to get back into his own quarters. Wright looked down at the stump where is had used to be. He knew that it could be re-grown but there was something unsettling about not having the one he was born with.

Wright looked around sickbay. There were several people there. A few had died during then night. Silvio was resting comfortably. Wright wondered what had happened to him. Wright was pulled from his thoughts when Dr.Dane entered Sickbay

Teilani had managed to get some sleep in her office, but she would give all her worldly possessions if she could go back to her quarters and sleep for 12 hours.

Luckily the replicators were all fixed and she enjoyed a fresh cup of coffee. Looking around she noticed that commander Wright was awake.

Goodmorning commander, I see your awake, how do you feel?”, she asked as she put the mug on a table and changed it for a medical tricorder.

"Good morning Doctor. All things considered I feel lucky to be here." Wright lifted up his damaged arm.

Scanning the stump, Teilani asked. "Have you any pain in it?"

"To be honest," Wright paused. "It hurts like hell."

"That’s because you were to stubborn to except any painkillers commander,” Teilani said with a light chuckle. “It also shows that the nerves are still receiving signals from your brain, but.... I could make the pain go away if you would let me.”

Wright had refused pain medication during the crisis because he was in command and wanted to maintain control of his senses but now that the Captain was back perhaps he could take something now. He smiled at the doctor. "They always say that doctors make the worst patients. Now that the captain is back in control, perhaps a little pain medication would be ok."

Teilani walked over to a tray and started to prepare a hypospray with inaprovaline, a mild painkiller and antibiotics. "There this will make the pain go away and prevent infection,” Commander, she said pressing the hypo against his neck.

"Have you already thought off what you want Commander,” Teilani said softly.

"What are your recommendations Doctor," Wright asked. He himself wanted to have a real hand back. He did not want have artificial appendage.

“We could try clone the missing part and make preparations to get it re-attached once we are back at QulTuq.”

"That is a long time away Doctor," said Wright. It was still month until they reached Rura Penthe and a month back. "Do you think we can keep my stump in good enough shape for the re-attachment waiting that long?"

"I am confident that we will be able to do so. However, you need to check in regularly so that I can check it. It will take about 6 weeks before the cloned limp is finished and then we need to prepare your arm for the receipt of it. The slower the clone grows the better it will be.” she replied.

Wright looked at his missing hand. He truly hoped that he and mister Birkoff would meet again. Having been a doctor Wright was not prone to feelings of revenge so the experience was a little unsettling. Sure he wanted to stop the Federation and he hated what they had done to the universe, but that was much different that wanting revenge on a single man. Surpressing his anger he looked up and the doctor. "Very well doctor, let's begin."

"I need some DNA and blood from you Commander,” Teilani said.

Wright nodded and watched as the Doctor took the samples that she needed.

Having collected the DNA and blood sample Teilani made sure that they were put into a secure container so that nothing would happen to it.

"Now, how long before I can get back to work," Wright asked.

Teilani studied Wright's face. Various emotions could be read from it."You can go back to work now Commander," she said. "However, promise me one thing, that you see the counselor about it."

Wright did not care much for counselors. They had not help him much when he lost his wife and he did not figure that they would help him now. He looked at the Doctor. He could see that she was going to push the issue. Rather than arguing with her he just nodded and got to his feet.

I will keep you to your promise commander," Teilani said with a chuckle. "If you don't I will sent a report to Captain Hunter and have you declare unfit for duty pending this mission."

Wright looked carefully at the doctor. "Be very careful Doctor. You have to have solid proof that I am functioning in a manner that would endanger this ship or her crew to do that. I wouldn't want you to get court martialed for abusing your power as Chief Medical Officer.” "Have a good day Doctor," said Wright as he left sickbay.

Teilani frowned as she listened to his comments and watched him leave before returning her attention to the jar holding the DNA. She wondered why he acted so harsly she was only teasing him. Former doctors were even more lousy patients

Help is on the Way "
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1030

As Sillus and Hunter wrapped up their planning session, Hunter watch as the other captain was interrupted by his ops person. A brief conversation between them ensued. A moment later, Sillus returned his stoic stare, "Oh, yes, I know this is a highly unusual request, but it seems our OPs person has been charged with the mission of personally delivering a package to one of your crewman...Patia Zoei. She requests permission to beam aboard." Hunter smiled, "Of course." "If there is nothing further Captain, I will begin initiating transfers of our repair crews and supplies," said Sillus. "Let's get started," said Hunter.

Hunter tapped his com badge, Riaan, our company has arrived. Hunter out.

Hunter stood up, "I'll be in my ready room, CONN you have the bridge." he said with a nod. "Aye Sir," came the response.

Hell Hath no Fury.... "
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.26 1100

After supper Teilani wondered aimlessly around on the Zion. She did not feel there was any use in going back to her quarters. Perhaps the holodeck had some nice programs, it certainly had been a while since she last used her holodeck time.

She took the turbolift to deck... and slowly walked towards holodeck 1. As she approached the console she noticed that a program called the "Ruins of Visnu" was running. Teilani wondered who was in there.

When the doors opened, Telani stepped out onto a wind swept plateau. The sun was low on the horizon and forced her to squint in order to see. At the moment, a gentle breeze was blowing, which caused her hair to swirl around her head just a bit. As she scanned the scene, she saw that the plateau over looked a canyon of sorts. On the far wall of the canyon, she spied a series of ancient looking buildings carved into the sheer rock face. Farther down, she spied the holodeck's only other occupant. It was obviously female, but it was hard to tell who it was exactly due to the glare of the setting sun. Whomever it was, she was staring off the plateau....watching the sunset. Though her body language indicated that she was anything but happy as her dark hair blew around in the breeze.

As the Doctor walked closer, the figure came into a bit more focus and it became apparent that it was Alyssa Northrop sitting there. So as not to startle her, Telani made a small coughing sound. Alyssa whipped her head around.....then settled down when she saw who it was.

"Hello"

"Hello Doctor," she responded....her tone showing none of its usual cheer.

"Mind if I join you?

"Pull up some rock." Alyssa smirked a bit, "I'm afraid the ground isn't all that comfortable...but I suppose I've gotten used to it over the years."

Teilani smiled. Its o.k. What's the matter? Your not your cheerful self"

She stayed silent for a bit, then hung her head for a moment. "Well...it's nothing really. I mean....I guess it's just an after effect of getting roughed up."

Northrop shrugged, "Just not really feeling myself. Guess I'm thinking that maybe joining the fleet wasn't the best idea. I mean.....less than a week aboard and I've already been nearly killed. Maybe I don't belong here. I'm not really a soldier."

Teilani brushed away her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I am not a soldier either and I see what you mean. You had hardly anytime to get accustomed to life on board. Don't doubt your own abilities Dr. Northrop. Everyting that happens to us, happens for a reason. Don't get me wrong it does not mean that you have to like it."

The brunnette snorted at that last bit, "I know that I don't have to like it. But I also know when to cut my losses."

She gave her medical collegue a slight smile, "Don't you worry....I won't be going anywhere though. I'm stuck. I made a commitment....and like so many others I don't skip out on my obligations. So....I'll just tought it out. Who knows...maybe I'll have a little fun along the way."

"What happend when you got roughed up?"

"Well...as you can imagine, it was quite unpleasant. It was mostly elbows and punches. I know they kicked me once or twise when I fell. To be honest....I don't remember parts of it. Maybe I'm blocking it out.....and maybe I was simply unconcious. I can't say." Alyssa shrugged and hugged her knees tighter, "Anyway....I'm in one piece again thanks to you, Doctor."

"I just did my job, Dr. Northrop," Teilani answered softly. She moved a little closer to Alyssa and gently put an arm over her shoulders. At least she could try to comfort her, letting her know she was not alone in it.

"I know that now you feel lousy but in the end it will only make you stronger. But don't pretend that you are tough and that you can do everything on your own, you are not alone and we are all here to help each other."

Alyssa actually laughed, "You think I'm going to cry or something? Hardly. This isn't the first hard situation I've found myself in. And it's certainly not the first time I've been hurt. I made my choice...and I'll deal with it. That's just the way things work."

She brushed off Tenlani's arm and stood up. "Anyway....Thank you for putting me back together Doctor. And since you've come all the way down here...I guess you wanted to use the Holodeck. I've been in here long enough."

With that...Northrop began moving towards the door.

Teilani stood up, that was it. Just for being nice to someone didn't mean that she had to be treated like dirt."HOLD IT RIGHT THERE WCO NORTHROP," Teilani said firmly. Just because someone is interested in how a person feels does not mean that you have to behave like a first class bitch."

"I pretty well realize that we on the Zion are not what you expected and that you are more interested in stickin' your head in the sand and solving all problems yourself even if it means getting you killed, but that is not the way it works over here! If a helping hand is given to you, learn to accept it instead of brushing it aside like a piece of dirt. Trust me it will make your life a whole lot nicer!"

"Obviously you are not cut out to be a member of this crew and that reminds me I still need to update your medical records and I will surely mention your current state of mind!"

"Computer arch", Teilani ordered. She was pretty pissed off. That is what you got for being nice.

"And as for the holodeck Doctor Northrop, I was just interested in the program you were running. Good day!"

Alyssa merely stood there a moment....the wind whipping at her hair. That was certainly not the reaction she'd been expecting. First Class Bitch?

She growled low, her teeth and hands clenched......then kicked the nearest thing she could find....which happened to be a rock. It went flying off the side of the plateau. Less than a second later she heard it thud to the floor. 'HOW DARE SHE TALK LIKE THAT TO ME! TAKE MY WORDS ALL OUT OF CONTEXT!!!'

For the second time in as many days, Doctor Alyssa Northrop felt like destroying something. Only differene this time.....she wasn't going to supress the feeling. Grumbling and mumbling to herself.....she stormed out of the holodeck and went straight to the ship's gym to take out her frustrations on the nearest punching bag.

Regenerating"
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1200

Taking the DNA and the blood with her Teilani went to the science lab. She put on her lab coat and walked over to a console. She pulled up Commander Wrights medical stats and began working on the DNA preparation.

After 1.5 hours she managed to have isolated the particular gen that would allow the re-growth of an arm.

Teilani managed to suppress a light giggle. What if she had managed to trigger the gen into creating a left arm. Then the commander would have 2 left arms.

Still smiling she continued using the analysis of the dna strain and the

blood analyses Teilani prepared a small stasis field. A petridish filled

with nutrious gel and the DNA structure was placed in it.

"Computer, this is Ltjg Teilani Dane, chief medical officer, analyse clone growth every 30 minutes and sent readings to my office.

"Acknowledged"

"Computer secure science lab 1, nobody can enter without my authorization DaneOmega4.

"Acknowledged, authorization DaneOmega4"

Having crosschecked 10 times Teilani was confident that everything should go fine. Putting her labcoat back over her chair she went back to her office.

=doctors office=

Having collected a new coffee and some saltines Teilani began to clear some of the mess. Several pads need to be signed off and patients released. However, back in her mind the remark of Commander Wright kept nagging her.

Teilani to Patia

"Zoei here." Patia looked up from the crew list she had before her. Sometimes she wished she could clone herself.

Patia if you are not to busy could you come to my office please I need to discuss something with you

"Not at all, Teilani. I am sorry if I sounded abrupt. I am reviewing files, and I am sure you understand what I mean," Patia chuckled. "I am on my way."

"goodmorning Patia," Teilani said when Patia entered her office. Teilani

walked over to the replicator. 1 raspberry ice tea with 2 fresh raspberries and 1 coffee, jamaican blend, double strong, double sweet.

Patia accepted the drink, the cool, wet glass slipped against her palms. "Thank you, Teilani, and good morning to you, as well." She sipped slowly, the raspberry flavor burst across her taste buds.

Teilani sat back down on the edge of her desk. "Patia, what do you know about Commander Wright?"

"I have his file in my office, as I do any of the other staff members. Why?" Patia's brows drew together.

"I m concerned about him. He is taking the loss of his arm much to lightly."

"How so?"

"He was so eager to get back to work. I almost thought that he was going to order me to replicate a new arm. Also there seems so much anger in him and I am afraid that one of these days he is going to loose control."

"When you told him you wanted him to see me, what was his reaction?"

Teilani shrugged. "Actually he said nothing, but have you ever heard the

expression if looks could kill? Well I'd be dead now. When i told him that I was going to see if he kept his appointment I teased him about otherwise declaring him unfit for duty.

"What was his response to that?" Patia leaned forward, the glass clasped between her palms.

"I tell you Patia, he bit my head off, he simple did not understood that I was just teasing him. He seems to take every word I say at face value.

"He is a serious man, with a serious injury," Patia pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb. She squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, she blinked rapidly. "Tell me, how odd do you see his reaction considering the extent of his injury? I would like to figure out, before I meet with him, how far from the norm his reaction was."

"I dont know I just think he is a troublesome man. Like a ticking timebomb

"I trust your judgment, Teilani. I will send him a request to meet with me and I will take it from there. I sincerely appreciate that you brought this to my attention. It will be easier to catch this one now, rather than work on clean up later."

"Well our departments need to work together closely in these cases."

"Agreed. When this day is through, I plan to go to Miranda's for a bite to eat. If you want to join me, I am going to grab a table by the window. I feel like a little star gazing tonight," Patia smiled.

First Blood"
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1330

Alyssa didn't really feel any calmer for the half an hour she'd spent beating the punching back. Perhaps it was because it didn't give way like an actual person or even a holographic one. There was no sound....no feeling of compression on impact. It was just a deadened thump.

Hunter entered the gym. It had been almost a week since his last work out. He spotted someone working out feverishly trying to destroy a punching bag.

"Dr Northrop?" said Hunter carefully, "Is something wrong?"

It didn't register that it was the Captain at first, "Gee....what ever would give you that idea?" she asked as she roundhouse kicked the bag.

Hunter stood back and crossed his arms, shaking his head, he watched as Alyssa continued to pummel the bag.

It was about this time that it registered in Alyssa's anger-hazed mind just whom had spoken to her. She snapped to attention, "I apologize, Sir. I was simply trying to work out some stress."

Hunter watched the bag as it swayed back and forth

"Want to spar?" offered Hunter.

"If you're offering?" she smirked a bit....perhaps she'd get what she wanted afterall.

"Yes, if you think you can handle it."

Ian and Alyssa circled about the mat, Alyssa charged Hunter trying to make contact with a kick, Ian moved out of the way with ease. "You should never hit out of anger." taunted Ian.

She narrowed her eyes at him.....and began to move in an erratic pattern on the mat. Alyssa waited for an opening....then jumped in....throwing punch after punch...and adding in a few kicks for good measure.

Years of intense star fleet combat training made Alyssa's erratic lunges effortless to dodge. "You fight like a girl" said Hunter trying to provoke her more.

"I am a girl." He was over confident...and that would be his down fall. She suddenly pulled back, then did graceful reverse handspring away from Hunter further. The handspring morphed into a fighting stance. Smirking, she made a "come and get it" motion at Hunter. He wasn't the only one that could taunt.

Hunter smiled as he slowly approached her, circling slightly clockwise. "You have an unusual style, Northrop, what is it based on?"

She shrugged offhandedly, "A little of this...a little of that." It was true. She didn't really have a fighting style. It was more like a conglomeration of techniques and moves she'd picked up from different places. Though if forced to admit it....much of her arsenal was based on her gymnastic talents. "So....you going to attack me...or do you fight like a girl too?"

Hunter smiled, he clearly had the upper hand as she had been fighting out of anger and without clear thought. But now she was a little more cool and collected. Now she was beckoning him to be on the offensive.

He made a lunge at her and they locked arms, Hunter was about to hurl her onto the mat when suddenly, she somehow managed to kick him in the mouth. He broke his grip on her and saw another kick about to hit him. He ducked and caught Alyssa's leg flipped her onto the mat. As she gingerly picked herself up, Hunter wiped the blood from his mouth. He was bleeding pretty good. He held up hand. "You kick pretty hard for a girl." he said.

"Of course I do. You should know that a woman's legs are much stronger than those of a man." She smirked....then flexed her back where she'd hit the mat. "You should just count your lucky stars you caught me on an off day."

Alyssa knew why she'd lost. Though that didn't entirely take the sting out of the fact that she had. It happened....though she always came out on top when it counted.

Hunter smiled as he nodded, "Perhaps we'll resume this session another time."

She sat down on a bench, "I look forward to it, Sir." She smiled at him a bit. With that Hunter pick up his gear and headed out.

Northrop watched him go...and rubbed her back a bit more. Perhaps she'd needed to get tossed around a bit. It certainly took the wind out of her sails. She shrugged...and headed for her quarters to get cleaned up.

You Have Mail "
By: Sorg, Operations Officer, [NPC]
Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1400

"Patia Zoei is on deck 8 section 21 alpha," replied the computer.

Sorg boarded the turbo lift and asked for Deck 8. Once there he asked the computer to show h where Zoei was. The side panels of the corridor lit up and Sorg followed them to Zoei's office. He rang the chime.

Zoei looked up. For what should have been a paperwork day, she had certainly had plenty of visitors. "Enter," her voice was rough with the lack of sleep and the long day she had already had.

"I have a package for you. It's from Betazed," he said.

"Thank you." She took the package from him. It was heavier than she had thought it would be. A glance at the markings showed it had come from her mother. It could only be the information her father had said would be coming about Lucio.

Sorg handed over the package. "Hey, are you related to Michelio Zoei," he asked.

"Yes, he is my brother. Why?" Zoei's eyebrows drew together.

"He just started on Qul Tuq. He is the new Chief of Security," replied Sorg.

Her gasp was audible. "You are kidding? When did that happen?"

"Just recently Ma'am," he replied. He looked around the office and noticed the brightly colored pillows. "Nice pillows Ma'am."

"Thank you, I aim to have a comfortable office space for visitors. Thank you for the information as well. Have a good day," Zoei smiled. "Miranda's is open for business. It is a nice, little lounge down on Deck 10, if you are looking for a place to relax before you head back to your ship."

Sorg having delivered his package decided that he wanted to explore the Zion a little bit and maybe visit their lounge. He headed back to the turbo lift.

The Art of Detection..."
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.26 1420

"Computer, pull up all Maquis Alliance files pertaining to Captured Federation Prisoner Gordon Birkhoff."

The computer beeped in acknowledgement, "Searching."

After a few minutes the computer displayed a listing of several different files. Starting with the most recent of them, she began reading. As she made her way through the files, she made notes, though she really didn't find much in terms of a lead. That was, until she happened across a file that contained the transcript from the little twit's interrogation back on Qul Tuq.

Alyssa made a quick note of it, then finished reading the other files. They didn't particularly help. She leaned back in the chair and thought over the information she currently had. Apparently Gordon Birkhoff had been a Computer Tech back on Earth whom the Federation has simply drafted into service and made the CSO on the Lynx. Although, she found it very interesting that Mr. Birkhoff had been aboard one of the ships sent to capture a freighter of refugees that contained one Dr. Paul Sparrow. According to the Qul Tuq transcript, Birkhoff knew Sparrow professionally and wanted to defect so that he could work with him again. This suggested that Mr. Birkhoff had other connections because that was just too damned coincidental. Apparently this particular bit had been ignored since Dr. Sparrow had been in a coma at the time and unable to verify the statement.

Picking the stylus up again, she made a note to contact Dr. Sparrow and have a talk with Sam Carter and Melissa Jarvis. On board the ship....they had the most intereaction with him. Other than herself. Though she'd not learned anything very useful. She knew that they were trying to get the Zion to a specific set of coordinates...and that Rodgers' people would be released at that time. But beyond that, she knew nothing.

Tapping her comm badge, Northrop called the bridge, "Northrop to Ops. Would it be possible to get me a secure channel back to Qul Tuq in general and Dr. Paul Sparrow in particular?"

The unknown officer on the other end replied that it would be possible and asked her to standby. A moment later, the young man was back on the line, "Dr. Northrop....the channel is open and secured."

He signed off the line and left her to her business. "Hello....Dr. Sparrow....I'd like to ask you some questions if I could."

=TBC=

The Art of the Interview...or A Little Birdie Told"
By: Dr. Paul Sparrow, Chief Science Officer, [NPC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.26 1445

Sparrow leaned forward, "Yes I got your message, you are investigating something about Birkoff?" said Sparrow suspiciously.

"You might say that, Sir. Considering he tried to hijack and cart off the Zion......you might say it's important that we find him. I was wondering if you could tell me about your experiences with him? That is assuming you actually did have any experience with him." Alyssa picked up her stylus and got ready to take notes on anything Sparrow might say.

Sparrow leaned back, "I presume we're talking about Gordon....Hmm." Sparrow leaned forward. "I've known Gordon for a long time, since he and his brother Garrett were youngsters." He sat back again. "You see, their father worked in the same department as with me."

She nodded, "Ok...so you knew him for years. I don't suppose you'd know what his motive might have been for attemtping to hijack the Zion? Perhaps he had debts to pay off or something of that nature?"

Sparrow sighed, "It seems that Gordon was always drawn to trouble. Several years after the war started...Gordon seemed to become more and more angry and tormented." Sparrow bit his lip ruefully and took a deep breath. "I guess I mistook his behavior for the same feelings I was having about the Federation....I began to share with him my plans to escape. Just weeks before we were to leave for Maquis space, he was assigned as CSO of the Lynx. He told me he'd see me someday in free space."

Alyssa made a few notes, "That's basically what I have here in my files. He seemed to be working for someone else though....do you have any idea who he might have been working for? Please think carefully....anything, no matter how small, might be important. Also....has Gordon ever exhibited violent tendencies in the past?"

Sparrow crossed his arms and settled back in his chair. "Well, come to think of it, Internal Affairs came and discussed some unusual number of transmissions to Pentara V. Gordon told me he knew a girl there...and... I, covered for him." Sparrow paused, "Do you think that he..he's working for someone there?"

"Right now, Sir....I don't have enough information to make any sort of conclusion." She quickly wrote down the name Pentara V. "SIr....do you know if Gordon has any friends anywhere else out here? Anywhere else he might go if he were in trouble?"

Sparrow rubbed his forehead as if it would stimulate his memory. "Of course, I think he'd probably go back to Earth or return to Federation space." Sparrow shrugged, "I don't know, he liked Risa a lot too. He didn't really talk much about his pseronal life."

Northrop made a few more notes, "Why do you think he'd go back to Federation Space...or more specifically Earth?" That part felt a bit odd. He hadn't struck her as a Starfleet Operative.

Sparrow pondered, "Perhaps, I don't know what happened on that ship, but he did talk about being free from the Federation too." Sparrow shook his head, "I'm sorry young lady, I don't really know."

Alyssa gave the older man a smile, "Thank you, Doctor. You've been a big help. Again, thank you for taking the time to talk with me."

Sparrow nodded, "I wish I could tell you more... If anything comes to mind, I will contact intel. You might also try and find his Brother, Garrett, I understand he's been in the Maquis for some time now." Sparrow stirred suddenly "Yes, there's also a Ferengi trader named Garmoth. He used to talk to him frequently before the war started. I think they continued to carry out clandestine conversations after the war started too."

Her attention snapped back to the screen from her note PADD, "You have any idea where I might find this Garmoth, Doctor Sparrow? Or his brother Garrett for that matter?" If he didn't know where Garrett was....that wouldn't be too hard to find out. Assuming he was still with the Maquis. This Ferengi on the other hand....given the nature of the times, he could be harder to find. Perhaps her own contacts would be useful in this area. She'd be willing to bet good latinum that Zrek would know this Garmoth character....and be willing to sell her the information.

Sparrow smiled, "No, I'm kind of a stranger to these parts. I wish I could help."

"I don't suppose you'd know what kind of person Garmoth is.....what type of people he might associate with? What his business deals usually are? Be they arms, other types of contraband or the like?" That sort of information would help narrow down the search. And make it easier to talk to the right informant. Would definitly keep the price down.

Again, Sparrow chuckled, "He's a Ferengi my dear, I'm sure he does whatever will turn a profit."

"Of course, Sir. That would probably be the case." She smiled back, "Is there anything else you feel might be important?" Now that she had a few leads, she was getting anxious to start running them down. But....she didn't want her eagerness to make her cut the interview short and miss something important.

Sparrow settled deeper into his chair, "I don't have any other ideas, but... if you find Gordon, please don't kill him if you don't have to."

"Sir....I'm afraid that's entirely up to Mr. Birkhoff. But I'll see what I can do." She nodded at the older man and reached for the disconnect, "Thank you for your time, Sir. You've been a great help."

Sparrow said his goodbye and terminated the link. Alyssa shut her terminal down and looked back over her notes. So the pain in the ass had been calling Pentara V a lot before Sparrow defected. Hmm....that would probably be worth checking out. She'd have to get Hunter to give her a shuttle. She'd also need to hunt down the brother...and this Ferengi. She thought through her contacts again...and Zrek was definitly the one to call. He knew just about everything that was worth knowing out here.

Loosing a good medic"
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1500

Hunter stopped by his Quarters and got cleaned up following his rough-housing with Dr. Northrop. He needed to head down to sick bay and talk to Dr. Dane about Ensign Favor. He was still bleeding a bit, he should have that embarrassment looked after too.

He entered Sickbay and found the good doctor reviewing medical charts. "Excuse me Doctor, may I see you?"

Teilani turned around as she heard Hunter speak. "But of course Captain, " she said a bit surprised. He did not visit Sickbay that often. "What happend to your mouth?"

"I've had a mishap in the gym." said Hunter sheepishly. "I've sustained a contusion in my mouth." Hunter considered himself lucky he didn't loose any teeth.

Teilani had a hard time not to laugh. "I see, have a seat Captain, I'm sure I can fix it real soon," she said with a smirk on her face. Teilani walked to a tray and took her tricorder and the derma regenerator. Scanning the contusion it appeard that Hunter had a loose tooth and a small cut in his lip.

"Please put your head a bit back Sir." Teilani used the regenerator and in a jiffy the injury was fixed. "Next time Sir, you better be careful at the gym, punching bags sometimes bite back.

Hunter instinctively touched the healed area, "Thanks for the advice."

"Your welcome. What was it you want to talk to me about?"

Hunter paused and took a deep breath. "I'm concerned about the crew's moral lately. We've already been through a lot in a short couple of months." Hunter paused to let the words take effect. "I would like to reassign Ensign Favor as a full time moral officer. I think this is becoming a necessity by the day."

Teilani frowned as she placed the medical equipment back on the tray. "Darned Captain, isnt there someone else. Ensign Favor is a excellent medic and I hate to see her go."

Hunter shook his head, "She's the most logical choice, besides, she can maintain her medic qualifications and perform those duties as auxiliary staff."

Hunter slide down from the bio bed.

"Additional medical staff have arrived from the Laborieux. You won't be short handed." he said.

"Then so be it Captain," Teilani said clearly annoyed. "I will make the necessary changes in her record."

Hunter sympathized with her, he could tell she wasn't happy about this. Unfortunately he had to side with the well being of the crew, and the counselor agreed.

"What is your status report? how is Silvio and Wright doing?" he inquired.

"They both are fine....... Sir." Teilani said a bit sarcastially.

"Very well, carry on," he said straightening his collar. "Let me know if their condition changes."

Hunter turned and left Sickbay.

Teilani squeezed her eyes. She was not happy with it at all. It was always the medical department which had to suffer. She muttered,"if you need crew, sure take them from medical they have enough. Transfer people out of medical. NO problem."

Violently Teilani threw some equipment on a tray. She wanted to hit someone.

The Plan to Request Asylum "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1530

"Coffee, Jamaican blend double strong double sweet," Teilani ordered from the replicator. She had been to the science lab checking on the cloning process. It was a slow and delicate process and Teilani had made it her own personal project.

Taking her mug from the replicator she sat herself down on the couch in her office. She placed her long legs on the on the arm rest. The warmth of the mug comforted her hands and she carefully took a sip.

She was thinking about her two patients in sickbay. Lt Silvio seems to be doing o.k. only a few more days and he was fit to return to his duties. Mason on the other hand was a different story although the bruises and lacerations were healed he still was in a coma. She wondered what would happen to him once they got to Rura Penthe.

After all he had saved her and Patia's life. It wouldn't be fair if he had to pay for his crimes, and besides, at the moment he was not in any condition to be handed over to the Klingon wardens there.

Teilani got up; place her mug on the desk and left sickbay to see Patia. They needed to talk about Mason.

Having reached the counselor office Teilani used the door chime.

"Enter," Patia called, her voice weary. The box from her mother rested, unopened, at her feet. She had reached the point where she thought she would call it a day and take it back to her quarters to open it when the chimed sounded.

Hello Patia, do I come at a bad time? You look awfully tired.

"Hello, Teilani, no, you didn't come at a bad time. I have been here since 0600, so a long day is all," Patia smiled wanly. "Have a seat; you might need to throw a few cushions out of the way. There have been a few people here today and I haven't righted them since the last person."

Teilani walked towards the seating area and made herself comfortable on the couch. She placed some colorful pillows to the side and stuffed a purple one behind her back. She tucked one foot underneath her.

Patia paused at the replicator on her way to the seating area. "Coffee, Jamaican blend double strong double sweet and a raspberry iced tea with two fresh raspberries." She picked up the mug and glass, one in each hand, and carried them to the couches. She handed one to Teilani, before moving to her chair. She settled in and curled her legs under her. "I am surprised to see you today. Is everything ok?"

Teilani nodded. "Patia, we need to talk about Mason."

Patia nodded, "I know. How is he doing?"

"Well at the moment he is doing fine. All the contusions and bruises have healed but he still remains in a coma. Its like he has shut himself off."

"That is odd, but I can't say I am surprised. When we found him, it was like a blank slate was in front of me. He was out of reach, untouchable. He is stable, though?" Patia questioned.

"Yes, he is stable; he only needs to wake up."

"For whatever reason he was a prisoner, he doesn't belong at Rura Penthe, I don't believe, at least not at this time. When you consider the risk he put himself in to assist us, I believe we owe him the chance to explain himself. The question is, will Captain Hunter?"

"That is what I was coming to see you about. He deserves a second chance, besides if he is going to be transferred to Rura Penthe the way he is now, he will certainly die and as you know I can not allow him to do so.

"I wouldn't expect any less of you," Patia replied. She took a sip of her tea. Her throat constricted slightly.

So I was wondering if you would accompany me to Captain Hunter and ask for asylum on Mason's behalf."

"Of course, when would you like to go?"

"Actually I would like to go now if you don't mind. The sooner we have this settled the better it will be"

"No time like the present, then." Patia sat the glass down on the table next to her chair. She stood up, brushed her hands along her thighs, and strode toward the door.

Asking Asylum "
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1545

Leaving the counseling office both Patia and Teilani walked throught the corridor to the nearest turbolift.

"Patia, how are we going to ask Hunter for asylum. I mean we have not filed a report on Mason."

"That will be a challenge, I have to say. I guess, this could be considered a verbal report."

Sure, but we can not tell anything about his attack on Atwood."

"The only trouble with that is, Lieuntenant Atwood is likely to reveal that information on his own. If he does, then we have some explaining to do. If we confront it first, we can deal with it as a self defense issue, as it should be handled. At least, it started as self defense." Patia cleared her throat.

Entering the turbolift both woman were silent. "Deck 1" The soft humming of the lift was some what soothing. After it had come to a gentle halt Teilani and Patia walked towards the captains ready room.

Faces looked up as they entered the bridge, neither Teilani nor Patia had been on the bridge for a long time.

They approached the door to his ready room and sounded the chime. Patia shifted from one foot to the other as they waited for his response.

"Enter!" said Hunter.

"Goodday Captain, Teilani said as she stepped into his office, followed by Patia. "Sorry to disturb you but Counselor Zoei and myself would like to discuss something with you."

"Is it about Ensign Favor?" asked Hunter wondering what brought these two into his office?

"No Sir, this is a much more delicate issue." Teilani answered.

Teilani glanced at Patia and nodded. She was much better in these conversations.

"Sir, as you may or may not be aware, there is currently a prisoner in Sick Bay. What you do not know, is the role he played in ensuring Dr. Dane and I safely reached Sick Bay. While we were enroute to Sick Bay, a Cardassian fired his phaser at Dr. Dane. She was knocked unconscious. At that time, the Cardassian made some oblique references to splitting the doctor and me between them. The prisoner, whom we later learned was named Mason, fired his phaser at the Cardassian and killed him. He carried Dr. Dane to Sick Bay, where she was able to receive medical treatment for her injuries. We are concerned about his fate." The shiver Zoei suppressed at the thought of the Cardassian barely remained at bay.

Hunter sat down and gestured the ladies to do the same, "his fate? explain?"

Teilani glanced at Patia, "Well Sir on his behalf we would like to ask for asylum. I mean he did save both Patia, I mean Counselor Zoei and myself and we feel that he deserves a second chance.

"So you feel his actions are worthy to gain his freedom?"

"Definitely Sir, Teilani said.

"I would say his actions are worthy of a review of his jacket. I am not aware of his past history and would hesitate to release someone dangerous or unpredictable, but I think there is more to the prisoner that could prove valuable to the Maquis." Patia responded.

"Medically speaking is the prisoner able to be transferred to the penal colony? Life is grueling there. Is his survival under these conditions an issue?"

"His current condition Captain, does not allow him to be transported at all. Teilani said.

"Then we have no choice, as a POW he can not be expected be incarcerated at Rura Penthe given his current medical condition."

"So, he will remain on the Zion until our return to Qul Tuq?" Zoei questioned.

Hunter nodded.

"Well that is settled then," Teilani replied as she got up. "Thank you Captain for your time."

Both Patia and Teilani turned and left the Captains ready room. At least Mason was save for now.

Package from Mother "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 1700

Counselor's office

Patia curled into the corner of her chair with the box from her mother on her lap. She rested the glass of tea on the table at her right hand. She gazed at the box, afraid to open it. Her hand rested gently on the top, before she closed her eyes and ripped open the first flap.

On the very top of the box rested a letter. The smell of her mother's special recipe peanut butter cookies wafted up as she picked up the paper. Her mother, despite modern technologies, still resorted to pen and ink rather than isolinear chips. Slowly, she unfolded the delicate paper.

"58204.21 2200

Dearest Little One,

I am writing this a little later than I had intended. As long as I am sending a package, I thought it would be best to include some cookies for you. It has been far too long, Patia, since you have been home and I have been able to cook for you. Coincidentally enough, just yesterday I stopped by Trina's parents' shop and picked some peanuts, fresh from the plant. I made the peanut butter this morning. It was ready just in time to make cookies for you.

The contents of this box are yours to do with as you please. Look at them now, or store them away, keep them forever or destroy them when you are done, it is your choice. I have held onto this information waiting for you to let us know you were ready for it. I have not saved it for me.

Patia, brace yourself before you review the packet of isolinear chips in the red binding. Those contain the pictures and transcripts from the actual investigation into Lucio's death. Some of them are rather graphic. I am not telling you not to look, but as your mother, I feel I must warn you to be careful. The chips in blue detail the information about the bribery and coercion attempts geared toward the situation on Earth at the time Lucio was killed. The chips in yellow are correspondence between Selenia Deinei and me over the last 30 years. She has followed your life, your education, your career. With Lucio gone, you are the closest she has to a child. Selenia didn't want to burden you with a request to stay in contact with her, but if you chose to do so, she would be very receptive to hearing from you. Finally, at the very bottom, there is an envelope. In that envelope are the treasures you received from Lucio. There are letters, drawings, photos of him and finally a picture of the two of you when you were quite small, shortly after you were bonded, I believe. If you do not want to keep those, please send them back to your old mother to look at when she thinks back to a gentler time, before violence touched our lives so graphically. I know I told you to do with the contents as you chose, but as a mother's prerogative, I can make requests.

Little One, never doubt you are loved or accepted, because you are both. As your father has told you, the decisions we made were the ones we felt would be best for you in the long run. If you want to discuss this with me, I am open to that. If you want to rant and rave and rage at me because I wasn't fair, I will understand. Patia, we weren't fair. The decisions we made all those years ago are not necessarily the same decisions we would make if we had the opportunity to make them again. However, those were the decisions we felt were best at the time. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us.

I look forward to hearing from you soon,

Mother"

Patia set the letter next to the glass. The condensation on the table top grabbed the edge of the paper. She carefully lifted it up and set it further away. She picked up the glass, took a small sip and swallowed hard.

She started with chips in blue. She scanned chip after chip. Snippets of conversation came back to her. From an adult perspective, those conversations took on a whole new meaning. Her parents had weathered a very controversial political storm.

As she put the last chip back into the blue binding, she glanced at the red binding. She reached slowly for the packet. With a slight hesitation, she slipped the binding off the packet. The first chip she slid into her PADD covered the official reports. Next, she viewed witness statements. She chuckled to herself about her mother's over protectiveness. Then, she slid in the chip that showed the pictures. Transfixed, she stared at image after image; the garden, Lucio's shoe by the back gate, a burn mark, and finally, Lucio himself. Each picture was imprinted into her mind. If she lived to be 1000 years old, she would never forget the horror of what she saw. The last picture slid from view and she pulled the chip from the PADD. Tightly, she wrapped the red binding around the packet again.

Next, she slipped in the first chip from the yellow packet. She scrolled through letter after letter from Selenia. The first letters talked about the weather and Lucio's activities. His achievements and childish hurts were intermingled. She hadn't realized their mothers had been as close as they were. Time marched forward, though, and the letters turned dark. After Lucio's death, she could feel his mother's pain and anger in every word. Time continued to march forward, and the letters returned to the more comfortable tones of the earlier letters. Selenia consistently asked how Patia was doing, how her studies were going, where she was in her career. Several times, she noted Lucio's mother asked if Patia was seeing anyone, involved in a relationship or considering starting a family. A sob caught in her throat. Her chest tightened uncomfortably, making her breathing more difficult. She put the last chip back into the binding.

Her fingertips rested lightly on the envelope. She picked it out of the box and slid it open. She chuckled as she looked at childish drawings and read heartfelt promises. Finally, she reached the last of the items in the box. Three pictures were face down in her lap. She flipped the first one over. A gap toothed boy smiled at her from his place between his parents. They looked as though they were at a festival of some sort. She could see a booth with prizes in the background and he clutched a sweet treat in his left hand. The next picture was a formal school portrait. It was the same gap toothed boy, but this time, you couldn't see the gap. His school uniform was buttoned severely to his chin. His expression was serious, but a mischievous twinkle was evident in his eye. Again, she hesitated, but forced herself to turn over the last picture. It had been taken at their bonding ceremony. She wore the dress that made her look as a princess. He looked as dashing as any eight years old could. They held hands and were both smiling self consciously.

She heard her sobs before she realized she was crying. She drew the picture to her chest and rocked forward. Slowly, she slipped from her chair, to her knees on the floor. Her sobs wracked her body uncontrollably.

Bird Reawakens "
By: Favor, Medic / Morale Officer, [PST]

"That would be just like you now, wouldn't it, Birdie?" she crooned. "Fighting over the ladies. Or were they fighting over you?"

Behind his lids, Bird's eyes raced. Good; that was good. He'd need to wake up soon, probably today. His rapid eye movement levels indicated full brain function.

Favor lifted a dressing. There'd been a deep gash across his upper arm , and she saw nothing but pink and warm brown skin. He'd have a scar; some wounds were so deep that even the bio-regenerator couldn't fully erase the scar tissue. She wiped a damp cloth across where the wound had been, threw the dressing in the trash. Funny, she never had much to say to Bird when he wasn't lying on a table, dead asleep. "Isn't that funny, Birdie?" she asked, tapping his hand. "We have such a one-way relationship, don't we?"

She'd seen him in Miranda's, and around. He just wasn't that interesting to her when he wasn't half-dead, she guessed. "Bird, I have a question for you," she said. "From one shipmate to another. I need your opinion. Who sent me that bunch of dagger lilies that's in my quarters?"

There was no answer, only the quiet hum of the bio-bed. "Patient non-responsive," the computer helpfully advised.

"No kidding, you don't say!" Favor rolled her eyes. Someone really needed to explain rhetorical questions to the computer!

Three dozen orange and purple dagger lilies. Now there was a puzzler indeed. Favor'd gone to her quarters earlier that day, and found a huge bouquet of the fragrant flowers sitting in the middle of her chamber. No card, no indication of who they were from.

"What do you suppose, Birdie-bird? Shall I go in there and give them a big old sniff?"

* * * The Dagger Lily, a Risan import. The rarest flower in the galaxy, found only on the southern winter slopes of the Nilo Mountain Range, and the most toxic bit of flora known to man. No one on Risa ever weeps. The significance of the dagger lily lies in its poison pods. Risan legend has it that a mythical creature called the Svelgia collects the tears of newborn Risan babies, before they even have a chance to fall. They steal lifetimes of sorrow, and pour out the babies' tears over the fields of dagger lilies. Or so the story goes.

Not everyone believes that the Svelgia waters the dagger lilies with babies' tears, but there is no debating the toxicity of the flowers' pods. The removal of the lily's pods must be done under tightly controlled circumstances. If the pollen escapes, it is a lethal inhalant, and its presence in the body is undetectable. Dagger lilies are a popular means of murdering enemies among the wealthy visitors to Risa. Expensive, but there's no evidence left in a corpse. Nothing to prove in court.

Not that Favor has any enemies. They are also a favored gift of lovers, an indicator of a desire for deep and abiding trust. The pods removed, the scent of the flowers increases, and becomes a spicy, intoxicating aphrodisiac. Yes, a favored gift to a loved woman from a Risan man. Not that Favor has one of those, either. * * * "Who the hell sent me these flowers, Bird?" she mused, tapping her finger against her chin. "I don't have any friends, and I don't have any enemies." Silvio's hand twitched. Favor sighed. "OK, it's time for you to wake up, my friend." She injected a vial of susserin into Bird's vein. His eyelids fluttered, once, twice, and flew open. He peered at the world with big, bloodshot brown eyes.

She handed him a glass of water. They were always thirsty from the chemicals when they first woke up. He opened his mouth, but she already knew his throat would be so dry that he wouldn't be able to croak out a single word. "Here you are," she said curtly, handing him the water. Awake, Bird was a whole different kettle of fish; Favor had no time for him. "I'm going to leave you to your privacy, so that you can get dressed. You can get a fresh uniform from the computer. If you need anything, just scream."

She turned on her heel and strode out of the Sick Bay. True to their one-way relationship, Bird, she thought, had had nothing to say to her! * * * "Knock knock!" she called through the Counselor's office door. "You hungry, Patia? I'm thinking of stopping by Miranda's-------"

She froze. The Counselor was curled up on the floor, rocking back and forth. Wet strands of hair stuck to her forehead; her face was swollen from weeping. "Oh my God! What happened? Should I call security?" Patia slowly shook her head---NO. She gasped, shoulders rocking in great, heaving sobs.

Favor sank to the floor beside her friend and waited for her to speak.

Who Counsels the Counselor? "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Favor, Medic / Morale Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.26 1900

Patia's head jerked up when she heard Favor's voice. Slowly, she sat upright. She pulled her legs to her chest and leaned her head back over the seat of her chair. She blinked rapidly and focused on gaining control of her breathing. With a sniff, she said, "Hi there. What can I do for you tonight?"

Favor shifted from her left foot to her right. Patia sounded like the waitress from Miranda’s, laser pen poised, ready to take her dinner order. Who did she think she was kidding? "Um. Well, I think maybe I've come at a bad time. Because I don't really think you're in a much of a state right now to be of any help to me," Favor blurted out. Argh! I can't believe I just said that!

"I was looking at some things my mother sent," Patia looked down at the picture. One corner had bent when she had slipped to the floor. Gently, absently, she smoothed the corner flat.

"Can I see?" Favor held out her hand. It wasn't a question, really. It was more of a demand.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Patia stretched out her hand. The picture held carefully in her hand quivered. "Here, it’s a picture taken when I was a small child. And you are right, I am not much use to anyone tonight, I think." Her smile quavered.

Favor took the photograph. She closed her eyes briefly, and opened them again and looked down. Staring out of her hand was a brown-eyed girl. Missing teeth. Baby face, her eyes so wide. Her cheeks so baby-smooth. A red bow tying back her lovely curls. Electric threads between her and the boy next to her...but something was not quite right. Favor tapped the picture. What was wrong with this picture? Ah, the boy. She'd heard about this boy, about Patia's loss. This boy had once been something important, but now he was just a series of photographs in some poor mother's scrapbook. She closed her eyes again, and in her mind's eye, she saw this boy's mother, pacing the rooms of her house. She saw the boy's ghost---no, wait. Not a ghost. A holographic recording. The same thing, over and over. The boy chases a ball. The boy waves from the back of a dappled pony. The boy and the brown-eyed girl in a formal event, scrubbed by proud mothers until they practically glowed. Their little faces, so solemn, and the promises they made, and the vows they took that day. Over and over, the boy's mother played these holographic images, Favor knew.

The poor mother! When a ghost is all you have, then a ghost is good enough, Favor supposed. Someone could do her a favor and burn those holographic tapes, though. She would never live in the present as long as she had a ghost she could cling to. Favor turned to her friend. "Enough of the wall already, Patia. What do you have to say about this?" Patia sat, slumped against the chair. Slowly, she raised tear filled eyes to look at Favor. "We looked so happy, didn't we?" She reached her hand for the picture. Her fingers lightly touched the boy's face. A sob caught in her throat. "Yes."

The silence stretched, a bit uncomfortable. Patia cleared her throat. "I don't speak often of my past. I think about it only slightly more frequently. It is easier if the door to that compartment of memories stays closed." She turned the picture so Favor could see it again. "This was taken at our bonding ceremony. Are you familiar with any Betazid rituals?" Favor slapped her hand against Patia's desk in frustration. "I'm familiar with your pussyfooting around, Counselor. That's what I'm MOST familiar with. I'm not interested in a modern anthropology lesson. I want to know why you were crying and I want to know now. " Patia blinked rapidly. It wasn't often someone was as brusque as Favor was tonight. "Well, you are getting the modern anthropology lesson anyway. Betazid people are bonded with their mate as children. From a very young age, you know who your mate is, you learn about your mate, learn likes, dislikes, and develop the strong base you need as you prepare for your lives together. This is Lucio. He is my bonded mate." Abruptly, Patia shook her head. "Lucio was my bonded mate. Mother sent me a box that arrived a little earlier today. At the very bottom, was this picture." Patia sniffed. She shifted so she sat cross legged on the floor. She leaned back against the chair. Her head rested on the edge of the seat as she stared at the ceiling. "You know, my life has always seemed very complete. I love my work, I enjoy the challenges each day brings, and I have many acquaintances. Lately, though, I really feel the hole that is in my life. A part of me is missing; a very large part of me is blank. It is like I am not whole. I sit here and I look at this picture and that hole has never been more apparent." Patia rolled her head so she could see Favor. "I am a freak at home. Did you know that?" Patia did not pause for an answer. "Lucio died when I was nine. I never had another bonded mate. My parents felt, because of the circumstances, that it was better than I kept my distance from other Betazid, at least when it comes to a life long partnership. I could probably find someone to spend my life with, if I tried hard enough. Relationships are formed all the time. It is not inconceivable I could meet someone, fall in love, share my life with them, but I just can't seem to allow anyone that close." Patia's voice dropped to barely over a whisper, "I am so lonely, Favor, so very lonely. I am not so much lonely in a way that just anyone would fill that void. I just want that part of me that is missing to come back, and I know it can never, ever happen. It doesn't matter how much I wish it to be, it will never, ever happen," Patia's voice caught again.

Favor had heard bits of this before. It sounded like Mother, every time she'd got dumped by one of her fly-by-night boyfriends! Didn't Patia know that there were plenty of other Betas in the sea? "Patia," she began. "Why on earth do you need to wait around for your parents to locate a man for you?" A good-looking, intelligent woman like Patia should certainly have no problems finding a man on her own Patia shook her head. "It isn't about my parents finding me a man, Favor. It is about a piece of you that is so entwined with another person that when that person dies, that part of you dies also. Grab the box over there. I am sure you have seen graphic pictures before, and read horrible reports, but when you look at that, remember the person you are reading about holds a part of me in him." Patia stood up abruptly. She walked quickly to the replicator. She pressed her hand against the cool metal. "Raspberry Iced Tea." Favor paused. "Do Betas believe they have the market cornered on true love? Do they not believe that others have visceral feelings for each other as well?" Patia ducked her head as she leaned against the wall. She had spent years counseling other people. More years than she could count, she had spent supporting others, listening as they grieved, working through stressful situations, and occasionally, celebrating with the many people who had come through her office doors. Slowly, she felt the doors closing. Favor had made comments before about talking to a mirror. Well, there wasn't much point in talking to someone that merely wanted to badger and dredge up her own issues. She raised her head and pushed herself upright. Slowly, she turned and leaned against the wall. "You know, Ensign, not everything in this universe revolves around you, your mother, and your issues with her. Sometimes, there are other people who need support and are having a trying time. Not for one minute do I think Betazids, or I personally, have the corner of the love market. Something I can't make you understand, though, is the actual bonded connection. It isn't just a feeling of love. I have those feelings for people. Being bonded means a part of them is inside you and a part of you is inside them. There isn't a way to explain it adequately. I am too tired to even try. I am not sure why you stopped tonight, but obviously, it is not a good time for me. My work day was over several hours ago, so if there is something you need for that, let me know. I will get back to you about it tomorrow." Patia carried her tea back to the sitting area. She picked up the box and shifted the contents. Each of the bound files was rested on its side, one right beside the next. The two pictures of Lucio were laid on top of them. Finally, she took the picture of them at their bonding ceremony. She strode purposefully to her desk. From the bottom drawer, she pulled a picture frame. The viewable portion was small, but the entire picture should fit behind the mat. She slid the back off the frame and slipped the picture inside. She shifted the picture slightly before she sealed the back in place. The frame matched the one around the picture of her with Lio at his graduation. Side by side, the pictures of the two most important males of her childhood rested on her desk. Favor smiled thinly. "I'm guessing this means you don't want to have dinner with me tonight, Counselor?" Her cheeks flamed, and inside, she smoldered. How dare Patia fling her own pathetic family history back in her face? All she'd done was ask a question! "I'm sorry if you misconstrued what my question meant," she said. "I thought people asked questions to show that they were listening." Favor turned to leave. "I'll be at Miranda's if you change your mind," she said. Patia's hands stilled on the pictures. She felt frozen in time and space. Finally, she found her voice, or at least a whisper of it. "Lucio was tortured, that is how he died." The word hung in the air between them. Torture. A little boy with missing fingernails, bleeding ears. Torture. Snapped little bones, and crying for his mother, and seven-eight-nine years old, that's how big he got, but he didn't get any bigger, and this was why, it struck Favor, this was why the mother watched the holographic recordings over and over, to fill the dark, empty places in her mind with the boy chasing a ball, or the boy petting a kitten. This was why, so the bleeding boy with missing eyes and fingernails and then part of his brain gone and then still and cold, would not take up residence in those empty spaces. Favor sank into a chair. "Go ahead, I'm here," she said quietly to Patia's back. She folded her hands in her lap and waited for Patia to begin. Really begin, this time. It was going to be a long night, Favor suspected.

Amber Liquid "
By: Miranda, Lounge Manager, [RNPC]
Giuseppe Silvio, Chief Engineer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58204.26 2200

Silvio entered Miranda's and looked around. Even though he was released from sick bay his body ached. He made a firm vow that he was done providing job security from the medical staff. Approaching the bar he pulled out a stool and sat down.

"Hey there stranger," said Miranda and she placed a shot glass of amber colored liquid in front of him. "Long time no see."

Silvio smiled and picked up the glass. He threw back the shot and made a face as the drink burned down his throat and all the way into his stomach. "Hello Miranda," he said gasping for a breath. "Excellent," he said in a rather horse voice as he put the empty glass back on the bar.

"Would you like another?"

"Please," he said still trying to recover from the last one his voice still shaky.

Miranda chuckled as she filled his glass again. "Everyone is just dying to know how you ended up sitting in a pool of blood in the turbo lift."

Silvio tossed back the shot again and much to his surprise it was even worse than the first one. "This stuff is evil," rasped Silvio as he tried to compose himself. Taking a deep breath he placed the glass back on the table gestured for her to fill it again.

Miranda filled it again but Silvio did not pick it up right away. "So Silvio, what happened to you?"

Silvio, still trying to recover from the last shot said, "I stumbled across a group of prisoners torturing one of their own." Silvio was feeling better now so he picked up the shot and held it in trembling hands.

"I should tell you," said Miranda smiling, "The more you drink the worse it gets."

Silvio put the shot glass back down on the bar. "Watching that damn Cardassian burn that Mason fellow just pushed me over the edge. I attacked."

Miranda arched an eyebrow, "You attacked a group of cardassians?"

"I just snapped, it did not matter how much the cardassian hit me I felt no pain. My only thought was to stop that cardassian any way I could." Silvio eyed the shot glass again trying to build up his courage. His head began to feel light as the amber liquid began to take effect.

"How did you get into the lift?"

Silvio suddenly picked up the shot and tossed it back all in one motion. The room started to spin and he was sure that he was going to pass out and end up in sickbay again. After a few minutes the room slowed down and he was able to focus on Miranda who was staring at him with a slightly amused look on her face.

"Congratulations Silvio. No one has done 3 shot in a row. I'm impressed." Miranda chucked and held out the bottle ready to fill his glass again.

Silvio put the glass on the table upside down and took several deep breaths. "Thank you. but I am done."

"No problem," she put the bottle away.

"This cardassssian and I were ssstanding ttoe to ttoe figting and he decccided to run for the turbolisst.", Silvio began to slur his words. "I chasssed himm cuz I wus drunk...I mean nuts and all..." Silvio paused trying to remember what he was talking about. "Only the turbothing opened to the sshhaft and we bboth went ddown." Silvio slapped his hand on the countertop for effect.

"Interesting," said Miranda. "You better go sleep it off Silvio." Miranda tried to stifle a laugh.

"Yess, I am feeling sslleepy." Without saying another word Silvio turned and staggered out of Miranda's.

Clear Liquid "
By: Giuseppe Silvio, Chief Engineer, [RNPC]
Miranda, Lounge Manager, [RNPC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58204.26 2210

Melissa was bone tired. She had not slept much since returning to the Zion. There had been much to do. After the prisoners had been secured and accounted for she and Carter had begun an analysis on what went wrong.

One of the issues that they both agreed on was the need to relocate the armory. Clearly, keeping the ships store of weapons on the same level as any prisoners was a design flaw when they built this ship. She would assign Carter the task of relocating the Armory.

Melissa put down her PADD. She had had enough for now. He was tired, cranky and had not eaten today. In truth she threw herself into her work because she felt that she should have been here to help her staff recover the ship, she never should have left the ship with so many dangerous prisoners. She felt guilty.

Rubbing her eyes she got up and left Security. She decided that she would have a bite to eat at Miranda's. She was just outside Miranda's when she literally ran into Chief Silvio, who fell to the floor.

"Chief," said Melissa as she helped him off the floor.

Silvio tried to get his eyes to focus on Melissa but there seemed to be three of her. "Melissa," he said rather informally. "Don't let her give you the orange ssstuff," he said jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards Miranda's. "It iss the devil'ss juiccce." Silvio swayed so much that Melissa thought he would fall over.

"Are you ok," she asked.

"I'm fine," he slurred as he staggered past her towards the turbo lift. "Just need to get sssome ssleep. I am going to hate messself in the mornin."

Melissa watched him stumble away not sure if she should laugh or help him to his quarters. In the end she decided he could make it on his own and went into Miranda's. She waved at Miranda and took a seat at a table near a large window. She peer outside at the vastness of space.

"Can I get you anything"

Melissa turned her attention to Miranda who was standing by her table. "Silvio says I should not take the orange stuff. Whatever than means."

Miranda laughed, "Ok, no orange stuff. Our human special is pot roast, potatoes and carrots."

"That sounds good I will take that," said Melissa.

"Coming right up." Miranda bustled off to get her order.

Melissa continued to gaze out into space. The last few weeks had been difficult and she did not know what was coming as a result of the prisoner revolt. She had not heard if the Captain was going to conduct and official investigation or not. She has submitted Sam and her report.

"Here you go," said Miranda. She placed the food in front of Melissa. She also placed a glass in front of her. Miranda then uncorked a ornate bottle and poured a clear liquid into the glass.

Melissa looked at the glass and then to Miranda, "I really am not in the mood for drinking tonight."

"Drink it," said Miranda, "It is not an intoxicant. It is meant to refresh you not dull your senses."

Melissa looked picked up the drink. "Well it is not orange."

"Yes, well Silvio needed to have his senses dulled a little. You do not," replied Miranda.

Melissa took a drink. It had a surprisingly fruity flavor. It was light and just as Miranda had promised, refreshing. "This is good. What is it called?"

Miranda smiled, "It is Pacifican Ambrosia. I am glad you like it. I will leave the bottle." Miranda placed the bottle on the table. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"No thank you," said Melissa as she took another drink. "This is very good."

Miranda nodded and left Melissa to her meal. Melissa ate her meal and finished the bottle of ambrosia then went to her quarters where she had the best nights sleep she had had in a very long time.

I promise to find you "
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58204.26 2355

“Lani, lani, where are you.” A tiny voice called. “I am going to find you.” In a big backyard a little boy was searching. “Come on Lani, this is not fun anymore.”

Eric was tired he had been searching for his big sister for a long time. The backyard was big and filled with different fruit trees and she could be anywhere. He love to play hide and seek with her but it more then often happened that he was getting annoyed because he could not find her.

He angrily kicked at an apple and watched it roll in to a small ditch. “Now Shorty is that a way to treat an apple,” he heard a voice say behind him.

“Lani,” Eric shouted as he rushed in to Teilani’s arms. “Hey little brother, she said, ruffing up his hair. “It is time for dinner.”

+++++

Just at that time Teilani woke up. Rubbing her eyes she shook her head, this was the first time she had ever dreamed of home, especially dreaming about her younger brother. It had to be because they were nearing Rura Penthe. It was a small lead she had but it was all better then nothing.

Slowly getting up she walked towards a little sink in the showering area. Splashing some water in her face, Teilani looked at her self in the mirror. A pale face surrounded with red hear and green eyes looked back at her.

Putting her hand against the mirror, covering the face which stared back at her, Teilani walked back to the main sitting room. She looked at the chronometer it was 2355, perhaps Captain Hunter was still awake and she could ask him to……

“Nah, bad idea, Teilani mumbled to herself. “It would be unwise to put the needs of one person before the needs of others.”

Straightening her uniform, Teilani left her quarters and went to deck 8. Sickbay had become her home from home. As she entered the main sickbay, the soft humming of the medical equipment reached her ears. She noticed that there was only one patient left. Gently walking up to him she noted that the readings were more or less the same, adjusting some settings on the diagnostic console, Teilani looked at Masons face.

For some reason she felt connected to this man. Brushing the hair from his forehead, Teilani started whispering

“Mason, can you hear me, I have good news. Patia and I have seen the Captain and he agreed that you stay on board the Zion.

“Can you hear me, you are not going to the penal colony, you have been given asylum. Mason, you are going to be alright.

Teilani sighed there was no reaction what so ever, she did not even know if he even heard her. But at least she tried.

“If you need me Mason she whispered. “I will be right here, I will not leave you alone.”

With a last glance on her patient Teilani went to her office and walked up to the replicator.

“Coffee, Jamaican blend, double strong double sweet. Collecting the mug, she went to her desk and sat down, looking through padds which needed to be signed off. Quietly she worked her way through the padds and requests until she reached a point when she could not keep her eyes open. For only a moment Teilani laid her head on the desk, closing her eyes and began to dream again.

“Lani, Lani where are you? I need you Lani, where are you I can not find you.”

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