Alyssa's Return "
By: Lt Tennyson NPC , lt , [NPC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Warrant Officer , [PST]

Stardate: 58205.14 0555

"The D'Kuul is hailing us sir." said the young female ensign sitting at the ops console. Lieutenant Tennyson stood up from the command chair, "On screen" he ordered.

"This is Darg... Where's Hunter?"

"Captain Hunter is not on duty yet."

The Klingon Captain grunted his contempt. "We have some of your crew who wish to return. Please make preparations. D'Kuul out."

The gruff Klingon disappeared from the view screen.

Tennyson watched over the ops officer's shoulder as the data transmitted from the klingon ship displayed on her console.

"Helm slow to 1/3 impulse, match course and speed of the D'Kuul." "Yes sir."

A rainbow colored streak blazed through space as the Zion decloaked and dropped to sublight speed, slowing to a stop.

The transporter crewman received the signal from the D'Kuul. He signaled his reponse.

As Alyssa materialized on the transporter pad, she felt tired once again. The brief respite inside the transporter's matter stream had been welcome. Once the process was completed, she dragged herself and her duffel out of the room and trudged off towards her quarters. The food, coupled with the atmosphere of the ship and the hard work regimen that they had on the Klingon ship were enough to make anyone feel bone tired. The overall smell of the place certainly didn't help matters either.

Once inside her quarters, she stripped down and made a bee line for the sonic shower. Alyssa hadn't felt this dirty in years...not even during her last expedition. After an hour, she felt sufficiently clean again so that she could go get in bed, which she did. It felt good to be back in a nice soft bed. She chuckled a bit, wondering if she was getting old or something. Within minutes, the sounds of the ship speeding along had lulled her to sleep...a deep, deep sleep.