Nightcap "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Giuseppe Silvio, Chief Engineer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.26 0010

Silvio got off the turbolift on Deck 8. It had been a long day, but now it was over and he was looking forward to stealing Patia away from her office.

Patia brushed her hands against her thighs. Her eyes swept the office. Everything was put away. Her desk was tidy. All but three cushions were put away. Silvio had said he would stop by when he was done for the day.

If she settled on the sofa for just a little bit, he would be there before she knew it. Silently, she sank into the soft depths of the sofa and pulled the bright yellow cushion into her lap. She tilted her head back and her eyes gently shut, the dark lashes fanned across her porcelain fine skin.

Silvio entered the counseling section and rang the door chime to Patia's office.

Vaguely, deep in a dream, a bell rang. It was her mother, ringing the dinner chime. A young Patia sprinted pell-mell down the hallway. Her father's study door opened. His solemn face peered out from under his craggy eyebrows. His large, strong, hand was firmly clasped on Michelio's shoulder as they emerged in response to the summons for their evening meal. She skittered to a halt, sliding across the cold marble floor. Her brother picked her up and spun her around before lifting her to his shoulder. Little Patia reached down for her father's hand and the three of them walked toward the kitchen as her mother's dinner bell grew more insistent.

Silvio was surprised, he was sure she would still be here. "Computer, what is the location of Counselor Zoei,' he asked.

"Counselor Zoei is on Deck 8 section 43A," replied the computer.

Silvio tapped his access code into the door panel and the office doors slid open. Silvio entered and found Patia asleep on her couch, holding the yellow pillow.

Silvio smiled. She was even beautiful when she was sleeping, he thought. Silvio walked over to the couch. Leaning over, he gave her a gentle kiss. "Patia," he said.

"Lio? Daddy?" Patia's eyes fluttered open. The face hovering over hers wasn't her brother, or her father. "Silvio," she said breathlessly. "I am sorry, I dozed off. I was dreaming about life back home, when I was a little girl." She struggled slightly as she sat up straighter in her seat.

"Did you get done what you needed to do," she asked.

"Yes," Silvio nodded. "I am here to take you to bed." Silvio blushed, "That sounded bad, I mean, well, are you ready to call it a night?"

Patia chuckled. "Yes, that did sound bad, but yes, I am ready to call it a night. I think I could have slept there all night, just where I was."

"Did you have a rough day today," he asked, offering her his hand to help her up off the couch.

She slipped her smooth hand into his callused one. As she looked at their joined hands, she was reminded how delicate he made her feel. "I wouldn't say rough, but it was long. How about yours?"

"It was a long one too, but we got a lot of work done today, so it was a good day," he said, as he helped her up.

"And right now, that is the important part," she nodded. Patia slipped her hand through his arm as they turned to walk from her office.

"Yes that is the important part," he agreed. The two of them made their way via the turbolift to deck 2.

They paused outside the door to her quarters. "I am going to have a glass of tea before I turn in. Would you like to join me for a nightcap?"

"I would love to," said Silvio.

She gestured to the sofa as they entered the room. "Have a seat. What would you like to drink?"

Silvio sat down on the sofa, "A cherry cola please," said Silvio.

After a brief stop at the replicator, Patia joined him on the couch. She handed him his soda, then settled next to him. Her feet tucked up under her, she nestled next to him. Teasingly, she settled the icy cold glass on his thigh while she watched him from beneath her lashes.

Silvio jumped slightly as he felt the unexpected shock of the cold drink on his leg. "That's cold," he said.

Patia nodded in agreement, "Wet, too." She giggled softly.

Silvio chuckled. He liked the feeling of having Patia so close to him. He wrapped his arm around her, inviting her closer.

Patia stretched forward and placed her tea on the glass table top in front of them, before leaning in to Silvio. Her hand splayed on his chest, she laid her head on top of it.

Silvio absently stroked Patia's hair. "I stopped back in sickbay to finish the repair work I started," he said.

"mmmmmmmmm, get it all done?" Patia asked, her voice a little fuzzy.

"Yes, and I had interesting conversation with Mason," he said, "Did you know he has a wife and daughter?"

"Uh hmmmmmmmm, did he tell you about them?" she asked.

"Yes," said Silvio. They sat in silence for a while, Silvio continued stroking her hair. "It seems they too were separated by this dreadful war."

"War does that," Patia sat up slightly so she could look Silvio in the eyes. "You know that as well as I, if not better. How long has it been since you have seen your parents?"

Silvio sighed, "A long time," he said sadly. "I wish I could get to earth and get them out of there."

"Would they want to leave?"

"They didn't the last time I saw them, but maybe they have had a change of heart," he said hopefully. Other than Patia, they were the only people that Silvio loved. He hoped they were alright.

"You never know, they might. I hope they do." Patia leaned back against his chest.

"You never know," said Silvio. The two of them sat in silence for a few moments. "How about you, how are things with your family?"

"I haven't talked to them in quite some time. Mother and Daddy were well the last time I heard. Lio was recently relocated to Qul Tuq, but I haven't spoken with him since he transferred. I am not planning on talking to him before I get there. He is trying to pull one over on me, and I am going to turn it around on him." Patia smiled mischievously.

Silvio did not want to know what Patia had in store for her brother. "Poor guy," he said.

"Only in his mind," Patia chuckled.

Silvio felt good, he wished that he could stay here just like this, however, he could tell that Patia was practically asleep. "I suppose I should let you get to sleep," he said.

"That would probably be for the best," she nodded. "I didn't realize I was as tired as I am." She glanced at the chronometer. 0120, she had to be up for work in four and a half hours. She braced her hands on his chest and hefted herself to her feet. An involuntary groan squeezed from between her lips as she stretched.

Silvio reluctantly got up. When Patia had finished stretching he said, "Good night Patia."

"Good night, Silvio."

Silvio stepped forward and brushed the side of her face with his right hand.

She stretched up on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Sleep well," she whispered against his lips.

Silvio smiled at her. "Cara mia, ti voglio bene," he whispered back. Their eyes met for a brief moment before he turned and left her quarters.

Patia pressed her fingers against her tingling lips as she watched him go. That good night was definitely worth an almost sleepless night.

Pacifica #31"
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 0700

The breeze blew warmly, and softly kissed Teilani’s cheek. She opened her eyes and saw tall grass waving in the wind. It seemed to be saying "come dance with us in this glorious breeze!" Past the grass there was a cliff, and beyond the cliff a sandy white beach. Beyond that beach a most spectacular ocean was roaring. It was of the most beautiful blue anyone could see. Lani could smell the warm salt air, the mist spraying in her face.....it is one of the most refreshing smells of nature. Suddenly, she could hear someone calling to her. She looked far off down the beach and saw someone running towards her, shouting her name. As the figure drew closer, Teilani began to make out someone with dark hair, and apparently a good runner. The person came closer, and closer, and closer, until Teilani could almost make out the face.......

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

Teilani awoke with a jolt. "The dream, the dream again....what does it mean???" She asked herself. She's been having this dream on and off for a while. She always manages to wake just before finding out who this person is. Strange.......

The annoying beep of her combage resonated in her ears.

Sickbay to Dr. Dane

Dane here, go ahead .

We have an ensign here who has shattered her leg bone. She was performing maintenance in a certain Jefferies tube shaft when she lost her footing and fell.

Very, well. Give her numbing agent for the pain. I'm on my way.

"Just another round in sickbay...." Teilani sighed and after a quick shower, she slipped into a fresh uniform. Then she made her way to sickbay, ready to start the next shift.......

She shook her head while waiting for the turbolift. Perhaps she should find a hobby or so.

The Mason Decision "
By: Matthew Mason, Prisoner, [RNPC]
Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 0745

As Hunter stepped into the turbo lift, Commander Wright was already on it. "Going up Number One?" said Hunter with smirk.

"Yes, good morning sir," said Wright in a cheerful tone.

"Did you have a chance to review the data on Mason?"

"I have sir," said Wright, "I find his story to be interesting, however, I would like to see him put his money where his mouth is. He needs to demonstrate to us that he means what he is saying."

"I agree, his offer seems too good to be true. What did you think of Atwood's interview?"

Wright shook his head, "I cannot even begin to tell you how disappointed I am in Mister Atwood. We need to report this matter to JAG."

Hunter and Wright stepped on to the bridge as the turbolift doors opened. "I agree Commander.." said Hunter looking over the bridge crew" as they walked toward the ready room. "we have to make sure it doesn't happen again," said Hunter as the door closed behind them.

"In a way, it is our own fault," said Wright, "Atwood was an engineer and we allowed him to join Intel when he transferred. He was complete unprepared for that. It went to his head. He seemed to think that he is above the normal Maquis law. Just look at his behavior on the one field assignment we did give him."

Hunter shook his head, "I know manpower is scarce, but qualifications mustbe met."

"Well sir, I do hope that we can prevent his replacement from falling into the same trap that he did," said Wright, "To be honest captain, I think having intel officer assigned as a position on a starship is a waste of resources. They should either be out in the field hunting for our enemy's secrets or back on QulTuq keeping track of and analyzing the information coming in from the field."

Hunter smiled, "I am sure the use of intel resources will be the subject of many future discussions."

"indeed it will," said Wright, "Have you decided on what you intend to do about Mason?"

Hunter frowned slightly, "Based on the evidence I have seen, I'm inclined to grant Mr. Mason what he wants." Hunter leaned back and studied Wright's reaction.

Wright looked at Hunter, "I would suggest that he retain civilian status, and that we restrict his movements throughout the ship. At least, until he proves himself."

Hunter glanced at his console, "It seems our Mr. Mason would like to talk. Care to join me?"

Wright nodded, "Absolutely."

Hunter stood up and stepped out of the ready room and on to the bridge.

"Ops, you the bridge, the Commander and I will be in Sickbay."

"Aye-aye Sir," replied the OPs officer as Hunter and Wright left the bridge.

--Sickbay--

Wright and Hunter entered sickbay and found the Man they were looking for.

"Good morning Mr. Mason," said Hunter as he and Wright approached him. "I don't think you have met Commander Wright yet," said Hunter gesturing.

"Nice to meet you Commander," said Mason.

"You wanted to see me..." said Hunter, "what can I do for you?"

Mason sat up in his bio bed, "At the urging of your Chief Engineer, I spent the night trying to think of anything that I might be able to tell you that would be helpful to the Maquis."

"And have you remembered anything," asked Wright.

Mason nodded, "When the war first began the Federation built a massive detection grid aimed at protecting the Federation from invasion bu cloaked vessels," Mason paused to look at them, "I am sure that you already know that. The Lynx used to do patrol along this grid and what you might not know is there it has a weak point."

"Interesting," said Wright.

"A weak point?" Hunter crossed his arms and squinted at Mason inquisitively.

"There is a break down in the grid near a singularity," continued Mason, "The properties of this area of space will not allow the grid to keep it's shape."

"You expect me to believe that we can just fly a ship through a hole in their defenses," asked Wright.

"The hole in the grid is very heavily patrolled, but yes, I think you could," said Mason.

Hunter looked at Wright, "Flying near a singularity is problematic." He turned his glance back toward Mason, "..and you will provide us with the coordinates?"

"I will do whatever I can to help you," said Mason.

Hunter nodded slowly as he pondered the significance of this Federation vulnerability.

"Excellent," said Wright, "Once you are out of sickbay, we will talk about about this."

Hunter nodded at Wright. They headed off to the meeting.

The Mason Decision part 2"
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]
Matthew Mason, Prisoner, [RNPC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Acting Chief Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58205.26 0810

Wright and Hunter finished their conversation with Mason and went to the sickbay conference room where the interview team had already re-assembled.

Hunter looked around the room and set his PADD down. "The Commander and I have just talked further with Mason. He has provided us with some additional information which could be beneficial in our efforts against the Federation. Counselor, Your thoughts on Mason's integrity?"

"At this time, I haven't seen any indications he is lying. His responses have been above board. Considering his response from Lieutenant Atwood, he has been more forthcoming than I would have expected." Zoei glanced at her PADD. "I would recommend his statements be double checked to verify his veracity, but I am not anticipating any discrepancies."

Hunter nodded. "Northrop? your final recommendations?"

Alyssa looked at her Captain. There wasn't really much to say. While she thought some of his reasons were thin...he also seemed sincere. "I have no objections, Sir."

Hunter looked over at the doctor, "Dr. Dane, what are your recommendations?"

"On a medical side he is fit for anything Sir."

"When can Mason be released?"

Teilani looked at her PADD. All the tests she had done were reported and basically Mason was alright for duty. "This afternoon Captain." she replied.

"How does Security feel about Mason's request Lt. Jarvis?"

Jarvis had given the matter much thought over the night. She was not overly concerned as long as a few extra precautions were taken. "I am inclined to give mister Mason the benefit of the doubt on this, however, if we do grant him asylum I would like to recommend that he be restricted from all strategic areas of the ship. I would also recommend that a security officer be with him whenever he is not in his quarters."

"Number One?"

"I am in agreement with Chief Jarvis," said Wright, "We do need some extra precautions. I would also suggest that we place a monitoring device on him so that we can keep track of his movements."

Hunter turned to the security guard at the door, "Please bring Mason in now." Hunter said with a slight smile.

Mason entered the room and looked at the people assembled there. He stood in front of the table and calmly waited.

"Mason," said Hunter, "You've been forthcoming and cooperative." Hunter paused, "The information you have provided could be very useful. You've done your part to prove your intentions." Hunter glanced at everyone in the room, then looked back at Mason, "I've decided to grant your request. You will be given restricted civilian access to the ship." Hunter shook hands with Mason, "congratulations."

"Thank you," said Mason as a feeling of relief came over him. He smiled, "I will do whatever I can to help you."

"If this information is accurate, it will make your acceptance into the Maquis easy. If not.... I will personally launch you back to Rura Penthe from the torpedo tube."

Hunter paused a moment, "Dismissed."

Mason turned and left the room. For the first time in a long time he felt hope. Hope that he might make a difference; hope that he might find his family again. He would work hard to earn the respect of these people.

Chatting the time away "
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 0830

She paused in the doorway to the bustling Sick Bay. There was only one patient in sight, but several medics went busily about their duties. Near the doctor's office, Patia spotted Dr. Dane.

Teilani had been busy the last few days. Preparing sickbay for any incoming casualties should they arrive at pacifica and encounter any hostile forces. They confiscated holodeck 1 as a backup facility and were now ready for what ever was going to happen.

She took a sip of her coffee as she saw Patia in the reflection of the window. She stood up and walked out of her office.

"Goodmorning Patia, what brings you around sickbay?"

"I thought I would stop in and see if you had time for a chat. It looks like you have everything well in hand here." Patia's hand gesture encompassed the visible area. "Would you be free to take a break at Miranda's for some coffee and biscuits?"

Teilani glanced around sickbay before she answered. "But of course, I think it has been ages since I last ate."

Patia smiled slightly, "After you," as she stepped back and gestured to the door.

Both women left sickbay and headed for the nearest turbolift.

Teilani sighed as she leant against the wall. " You know I wish a miracle would happen?"

"What sort of miracle would that be?" Patia asked

"That we dont encounter any problems along the way. I have the same feeling as when I first came on board here. Anxiety, anger. But enough about me. How are you and Silvio doing?

Patia's eyes softened slightly. With a gentle curve of her lips, she said, "Just fine. It is slow and steady, which is for the best. How about you? Any romance on the horizon for you?"

"Ha, I wish," Teilani chuckled a bit bitterly. "You know Patia, us Doctors are married to sickbay so the horizon is very very far away."

"Once, I could have said that as well, Teilani. I am still married to my office, I am afraid, but I am finding a little time for me as well."

*** Miranda's***

The brightly light restaurant was bustling with activity as they arrived. A small booth, near the window, was chosen because of its relative isolation in the restaurant. As they were seated, a large group of ensigns stood from their places and left. It looked like a close knit group having breakfast together after coming off the night shift. As quickly as they left, it became quiet throughout the room.

A petite waitress arrived to take their order. "Our special of the day is a white chocolate scone, perfect for a light breakfast and even better for a mid morning snack," she said as she smiled invitingly.

"That would be perfect. I would like a raspberry Italian Soda to go with it, please," Patia smiled at the young lady.

"Me too," Teilani responded. "Oh and of course a large coffee."

She watched the waitress' departing back before she swung her gaze back to Teilani. "I wanted to let you know I spoke with Joshua. I didn't feel Sick Bay was the place to talk about it, and my office was just too formal. If you prefer to wait to talk about what I learned, we could ask Marta to box up our order and we could go back to my office. If you don't, we can talk here, if you like?"

Teilani's eyes grew big. "Here will do, its not that crowded anymore. Shees Patia, you don't waste time do you?" Teilani was surprised to hear that Patia had already managed to contact her brother.

"Actually, I was reviewing the information I had about your family when I was notified of an incoming communication from Mars. It was your brother." Patia pulled her leg against her chest and propped her chin on her knee.

"So what did my big brother had to say. He was probably complaining right?"

"No, not complaining. He asked how you were doing. He did say he would be very happy to hear from you," Patia smiled.

"He would?' Teilani asked suspiciously. "He must be sick or so," she continued. "Josh would never initiate first contact.What did you say?'

"Unless he hid it very, very well, he wasn't sick. He said your uncle had contacted him. I told him you wanted to reestablish contact with your family." Patia tipped her head slightly sideways so her cheek rested on her knee as she watched the woman on the other side of the table.

Teilani nervously started tapping her fingers on the table. "What was your impression of him Patia?" she asked.

Patia paused to smile as Marta delivered the scones and beverages to the table. "Thank you," she nodded. Absently, she leaned forward and plucked a small section of the buttery scone and popped it into her mouth. The burst of white chocolate and brown sugar flowed through her mouth.

"My impression was he is a man who has had some trying times of his own. It appears there were some misunderstandings and miscommunications in your family. They were not your fault, nor his, nor your sister's. They just happened. He would like to mend the fence between you as well, but I think he isn't convinced that is what you truly want." She stopped to take another bite as well as to wait for Lani's response.

"Than I must try to convince him otherwise right?" Teilani said with a wry chuckle. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach and the smell of the scones was not helping. She stirred her coffee.

" Patia the war has torn up so many people. Having brothers fighting against brothers. Good friends becoming enemies. What I fear most is rejection. There are so many unspoken issues between us and fixing them will not be easy. To tell you the truth I simply don't want to be alone anymore. I want to have my home back like it was when I was little."

Teilani sighed and swollowed her coffee. " I know it can never be exactly the same, but I want to have a place where I can go to when we are on leave. I want to have a photoalbum with snapshots to look at when I here. I want to be happy."

"It is good you realize you can't have life back exactly as it was. My suggestion is to contact him. Take what he says at face value and be honest with him. There are different ways to be honest, too. If you don't like my new haircut, you can honestly tell me it is the worst cut you have ever seen, or you can honestly tell me a little more bangs would frame my face better, if you know what I mean?

Teilani smiled as she reached for her own new haircut. " So telling him a little white lie?"

"No, no white lie, but the way you phrase the truth can be gentle or harsh. Maybe the reason you didn't like my haircut is because I have a high forehead and the blinding glare from the light reflecting off it didn't let you see it properly, thence, I need more bangs," Patia chuckled. "Your haircut, in case I hadn't told you yet, is lovely. Back to Joshua, maybe you should give it a day and gather your thoughts before you contact him. He knows there are issues to resolve, you know there are issues to resolve and you are both adults who understand the importance of family. It will work out if you give it a chance. Are you worried because you are at a point where you didn't think you might ever be?" Patia asked

Teilani nodded. "Yea why should these things be so darn difficult?"

"Because you are personally invested in the outcome. If you didn't care, it wouldn't be," Patia nodded.

"Did you ever had that problem?"

"Not this exact problem, but my darling brother and I will be having words when I arrive on Qul Tuq. He is trying to pull a fast one on me because he thinks he can," Patia said. "All families have issues, even the ones that look like they don't."

Teilani looked at Patia inquisitively. "What did he do to deserve your wrath" she asked with a giggle.

"He transferred to Qul Tuq and forgot to let his baby sister know of his arrival in her duty zone." Patia giggled and shook her head. "It wasn't one of the wisest moves he could have made. I believe he is trying to surprise me, sometimes he forgets how small the area where we live truly is."

Finally Lani ate a bit of the scone as she listened to Patia. But at the same time thoughts raced through her mind. It was like picking peddles of a flower, will I contact him or wont I contact him.

Patia leaned forward, bracing her forearms on the table. "This was something you really wanted before. Now that it is at hand, we are hesitating. I am not sure I understand why, though. Are you afraid of Joshua?"

“Afraid?” Teilani echoed. “ No, the only thing I am afraid of is his reaction. You know I really really want to contact him and make things right but am I truly ready for it and is he truly ready for it. Wasn’t his communication with you just a curtisy call because Uncle Brexen had told him to do so?”

"I think courtesy might be subjective. We would have been none the wiser if he just never responded to your uncle," Patia said softly.

“I could not handle another rejection, but on the other hand if I don’t try I will never know right?”

"No, you won't. Will you regret it later, might be the bigger question," she suggested.

“You must think I am weird, not knowing what I want,” Teilani said with a smile.

"Not at all, family situations can be nerve wracking. I hope you find peace in the decision you make, either way, Teilani."

Teilani smiled. "We will work out our differences, I am confident in that." She leaned forward and squeezed Patia’s arm. “Thank you Patia, for being my friend and for listing to my twisted mind.” She said softly. “ I will wait another day by contacting Josh like you said.”

"Please don't hesitate to talk to me if you have any other concerns or worries about it, that is what I am here for," she smiled. "Say, on a completely unrelated note, have you seen a crystal earring? The last time I remember having it, I touched my ear in the hallway between Sick Bay and my office. I have been through my office and my quarters with a fine tooth comb and I can't find it." Patia looked away and blinked rapidly. "It sounds silly after all this time, but Lio gave them to me for my sixteenth birthday, and it really bothers me it is missing. It isn't worth anything but sentimental value, but I would still like to find it."

"No," Teilani said shaking her head. "Wait.......yes I did find it, and I gave it away," Teilani said looking really guilty.

"Oh," Patia said.

"I had it in my desk for about a week and nobody asked for it, so I gave it to that little hologram from Ensign Tappert. She collects shiny things, I am so sorry Patia, I didn't know."

"That is ok, Teilani."

Teilani felt really guilty, if only she had waited a little bit longer. Another smudge on her long list of things being guilty off. She could hit herself in the head for being so inconsiderate.

"Look I will go to ensign Tapert and I will ask if her pixie will give it back, she can take my marbles in return for it."

"Don't worry about it. I have another set of earrings I will offer the sprite in exchange. Two is better than one, no? I just kept thinking it would turn up. I should have been asking if anyone had seen it sooner, but I really thought it would be in my office or my quarters. Live and learn, I guess," Patia smiled slightly.

"I am sorry, next time I find something I will sent out a message." Teilani said softly.

"As I said, no worries. I know where it went, I will track it down," Patia smiled. I hope the rest of your day goes well, Teilani. I am going to Miranda's for supper around 1900 today. If you are free, you are more than welcome to join me."

"Thank you for your offer Patia, " she replied. "But I don't think that Silvio would appreciate that."

"What do you mean?" Patia asked.

"Well I can imagine that two people in love would much more prefer eachothers company then having supper with a 3rd person. You know what they say 2 is company and 3 is a crowd."

"I wasn't planning on having dinner with Silvio tonight," Patia shrugged. "I was just planning to take that time to go and eat. With my schedule, I found I haven't been eating. I have lost weight I didn't need to lose and have been so, so tired lately. Now, with regular meals, it has gotten a little better," she smiled. "I will be dining alone tonight, unless you care to join me?"

"I would love too join you," Teilani responded. "Are you kidding, I see too much of sickbay already, the only thing missing there is my bed. I can't remember having had supper here in ages."

"Shhhhhhhhh, but the one couch in my office is quite comfortable," Patia chuckled.

"You know," Teilani leant forward a bit. "Wouldn't you sometimes just wake up and do nothing, no appointments, no running around. But just be lazy and do something you really like or just be a couch potatoe?"

"I say I would, and I mean I would, but if I had it, I would probably complain about that, too. I would really like an entire 24 hour block of time, though, that was my own. I could sleep in, drink my tea in my pajamas with my feet up on the coffee table, read a book, practice in the holodeck, enjoy a leisurely meal, and while away my day. I am not sure I could swing that even if I had all that free time anyway. I tend to think too much about work even when I am not there," Patia winked.

"O my gosh, me too," Teilani said laughing. "Even with the meeting, I was thinking, ok I have to approve some leave, check on the biocultures, approve the order for new supplies, check on outstanding physicals etc. Did we take into account the holodeck as a secondary sickbay etc. etc."

Patia nodded, "Not to mention, reviewing data on patients seen, incoming appointments and reports, reports, reports."

"We are to sorry people, workaholics I might say!"

Patia nodded, "Quite pathetic we are, I have to agree. Good think I love my job," Patia laughed.

Teilani started to giggle. "You know I would love to learn some other stuff and I made a deal with the commander."

"You did?" Patia raised an eyebrow as she asked.

"Yeah I did, he has some knowledge of medicine and I m going to teach his some more advanced stuff and he is going to teach me something about command."

"That will be a good opportunity for you," Patia nodded in agreement.

"Well imagine if something awful happens to the bridge crew, then who should fly the ship?" I mean you and I are the most senior officers left then."

"We have a pretty inexperienced crew, then, if you really think about it," Patia chuckled.

"You know," Teilani said with a giggle. "I can picture this in my mind, sitting in the big chair, saying computer, heading 234 mark 7. Warp 7 engage." Teilani started to laugh.

"I can see you in that chair, too. Taking charge is something you are quite comfortable doing. If you had the desire, I am sure you would make a wonderful commander some day. Would you ever want to leave Sick Bay for that?"

Teilani frowned. "I don't know, I never thought about that. I love being a doctorbut sometimes the burden get to you. As a commanding officer you have to sent people to places and you never know who is coming back, in a way I ahve the same responsibilty we both decide who lives or dies."

Patia nodded. "I can see that as well. It would be a challenge, but sometimes it needs to be done."

"How about you, have you never had the desire to do something completely different. I mean listing to peoples problems and helping them finding a solution for it must be hard for you as well."

By now one of the waitresses had taken away their empty plates and replaced their drinks. Thanks to Miranda it was not necessary to repeat the order.

Patia smiled at Marta as the cold glass was set in front of her. She thanked her as she stirred the tea slowly. "No, I can't say that I have. My sister-in-law and I have joked we will open a flower shop back home when Lio and I are both retired and return home. She is a florist now, and so talented. She loves what she does and sometimes, I would love to mold arrangements into what I saw was fit. An inanimate object, with no mind of its own, that will stay where I put it and listen to reason, is very appealing. Of course, then you have to deal with the thorns and the itchy plants as well, so that isn't 100% perfect either," Patia smiled, even white teeth flashed in contrast with her olive complexion. "Seriously, I love what I do and I can't imagine doing anything else."

Patia shifted in her seat and propped her chin on her knee again. "If you were to start over, would you still be a doctor or would you choose another profession?"

Teilani stirred her coffee and smiled. "Come to think of it. Not really, there are so many good things about being a doctor. I mean seeing a baby being born, the love of a mother for it. Finding a cure for some virus, and making it known to the world so that others can benefit from it as well."

She sipped her coffee. "Being a doctor has its down side but so many good ones as well, but I must admit that learning new things reactivate the little greys cells."Teilani said with a chuckle and tapping her head.

Patia nodded. "Yes, but hobbies can help with that, too. It has been so long since I have had a hobby, though, I am not sure I remember how. Do you have any?"

"Well I used to be very skilled in holodeck programming but it has been ages since I did something with it. And of course I like music and reading and walking in the woods. Come to think of it I don't seem to have many hobbies.

"What kind of hobby did you used to do?"

"Once upon a time, I did floral arrangements. Trina, my sister in law, was my brother's intended from the time they were small. Since he is so much older than me, it was more like having an older sister rather than acquiring a sister-in-law because it was a given she would be his wife long before I was born. She used to send me PADD instructions for flower arranging, starting when I was seven or eight. Now that I think about it, it was shortly after Lucio died. I wonder if she sent me them to give me something to distract myself. There is more to floral arrangements than just the plants. There are accent pieces, vases, and any number of small things. I learned to blow glass vases, shape ceramic bowls, and design and make accents of crystals, beading, lace," Patia smiled fondly. "It has been a long time since I have done that, but I really enjoyed it. I learned self defense as a young girl. That is still something I practice, but not as dedicated as I once was."

"You know what," Teilani said with a twinkle in her eye. "What if you teach me self defence and I create for you a holoprogram for Ikebana (Japanese flower art). I could even put in a original tea ceremony. We could brigthen up the place.

"Ooooh, that would be fun! It would be good to be back on a regular schedule practicing. Somehow, a commitment with the holodeck is not the same as agreeing to meet up with a person. It is much easier to skip it," Patia chuckled.

"It's the first time I hear you speak about Lucio," Teilani said softly. "You must miss him dearly right?"

"I do. It is like a little part of me is empty. It isn't gone, the space is still there, but the life and vitality that used to fill it are no longer present." Patia smiled slightly, wistfully. "With time, it gets easier but it hasn't gone away yet, and it has been almost thirty years."

"What is it like to be bonded at an early age?"

Patia pulled her leg up in front of her and tucked it against her chest. She leaned down and rested her chin on her knee. "As young as I was, it is hard for me to tell you what the difference is between being bonded early and not having been bonded, just because I don't remember much prior. I will tell you being bonded itself is like carrying a piece of your best friend with you everywhere you go. It is warm and reassuring. You spend your early life preparing to be with someone, you get used to their likes and dislikes. You get comfortable with the feeling of them with you." Patia chuckled softly, "Does that make any sense to you or does it sound foreign since you haven't experienced it?"

"No it makes perfect sense, its somewhat similar as I have with Eric. He will always be here, but not knowing where he is creates this gap. Its a bit difficult to explain. You think that the emptyness you feel will ever go away?" Teilani asked, placing her feet on another chair.

"No, I don't, and to be honest, I don't really want it to. It doesn't make me sad or make me feel incomplete in a negative way, but it is a reminder of him. I think I understand what you mean about Eric, too. I feel the same about that brat of a brother of mine," Patia winked, "the only difference is, I know where he is even though he thinks I don't. It is a good feeling to have."

"Indeed it is," Teilani replied. ==If only I knew where he was now== Her gaze wondered off and she sighed softly. ==Oh Eric, what have you got yourself into==

Patia watched Teilani's face, the emotions flickered across it. If she would only get in touch with Joshua, together, they might be able to find Eric.

"So what you think of our new computer expert Maxine Tappert?" Teilani then asked.

"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her as yet. Scheduling an appointment with her is high on my priority list, though. I understand she is doing a wonderful job so far." Patia smiled slightly.

Teilani nodded. "Indeed, I heard from Ensign Valdez that she managed to clean the computer from the virus Birkhoff left behind."

"Considering the damage he managed to wreak, that is quite impressive."

"You know I don't have that many wishes but I truly wish I never see or hear that face of Birkhoff or even Johnson again." Teilani shrugged.

"I have to agree with you on that. Neither of them are exactly pleasant people. I wonder when they will turn up next."

“ Well you can bet on it that they will turn up sooner or later. Those type of people are like rodents. Very difficult to exterminate and they have a tendency of becoming a pest.

Patia nodded, "You have a point. They are also good at hiding in tiny crevices where you least expect them."

Teilani giggled. “ Indeed so true.” She then stretched and yawned a little. “ What time is it?”

Patia glanced at her chronometer. "1030 already. I should get back to the office, but it has been a pleasure visiting with you, Lani. We should do this more often."

“ You are quit right, but I guess I should also go back to sickbay.” Teilani said reluctantly.

Slowly, Patia stood. She smoothed the wrinkles from her pant legs. "I'll walk back with you."

Straightening her uniform and brushing through her hair Teilani stood up and both she and Patia walked out the door. Work was calling.

Pacifica #41"
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1000

After the final discussion about the Mason case Teilani went back to her quarters. As she enters she noticed the padd and the small device. It was time to add both together and read the contents.

The descriptions Silvo had given her for the attachment of the converter were quit easily to follow and in only a few seconds the padd lit up and Teilani saw the Klingon language appear. Tapping a few controls on the padd made it readable in federation standard but the text was still encrypted. She went to her desk and looked up the algoritmes for it. Entering the code in the padd she saw the text reappear.

++= To whom it may concern Please deliver this message to Teilani Dane, Starfleet Medical, San Francisco, Earth.

Lani

In the past weeks, I’ve gone over a thousand different openings to the letter you know hold in your hand, searching for a phrase or sentiment that would inspire you to red past the first words. Now, as I write, I know there is no way for me to do this thing. Perhaps it is stubbornness I should appeal to Lani, or call upon any lingering sentiment and demand your attending this final time. In truth I don’t know. Five years have passed since we last spoke and I hope that you will read it.

So. Having implored your attention, I am now at a loss for where to begin. Please bear with me as you read, as I write.

Do not believe the stories you hear about me Lani, I am still the same old Eric you remember when you left. (Well a little older maybe)

After you left things appeared to go wrong with our family. Joshua became more introvert then ever, Melissa well she could not bear to see it and committed a suicide attempt. Luckily uncle Brexen found her just in time. We tried to contact you but never got any reply and eventually we thought you had forgotten us.

The war came closer that year and I decided to join the Maqui. After a big argument with our big brother I left. I know you probably blame yourself for that but Lani it was my own decision. I could not sit around and do nothing. It seems I look a lot more like you than you have ever imagined. Anyway training was hard and we were assigned to the front. Oh Lani the horrors I have seen………

Here the letter stopped and Teilani whipped away her tears before she continued reading.

Anyway after a couple of months of fighting I was finally granted R&R and went home. At least what was left of it. Federation fighters had destroyed our village and killed lots of family. Remember the Jackson? They are not with us anymore.

Finally I traced Josh, Melissa and the kids in the south at a place called Redface ridge. They had survived. I spoke long and hard with Joshua and we came to a mutual understanding. But he still wore the burden of your leaving Lani, he never got over it.

Anyway after a few lovely weeks I was called back. War had flared up again and I was assigned to the USS Tereshkova. However, I never made it to the ship, my shuttle was attacked and I got captured by a group of rebel Klingons. They made me a choice cooperate or die.

Needless to say what I chose right? It turned out that they were a group of loose renegades. Still fighting against the federation but not accepting any commands from their own government. We managed to give some good blows to the Federation and most likely there is a price on my head now.

Teilani shifted her weight on the bed and laid down, holding the padd up and continued;

Anyway our last mission was a failure and we were captured, luckily by the Klingons and they shipped us off to Rura Penthe. I can not tell you what a harsh place that is, but if you found read this padd, I guess you have seen it for yourself or someone who has been there has given it to you. I can not take much which me as we are planning to escape, don’t ask me how or who our rescuers are cause I have no idea.

I only know that our group seems to be important for both the Klingons and the Maqui. Enclosed with this letter I give you a set of coordinates. It will show you the latest movements of the federation fleet near Pacifica, as well as their hidden shipyard. If possible Lani show this to your commanding officer or to Starfleet intelligence, they will know what to do with it.

It is time for me to go now Lani, the dark is setting in and our rescuers will not wait. Remember I love you and we will see eachother soon, I promise.

Your loving brother Eric

Ps Call home Lani.

Teilani sighed as she placed the padd next to her. There was so much information she needed to deal with that she closed her eyes to let it all sink in.

Eric was alive and on some secret mission. Suddenly live was not so dark anymore.

Feelings of Foreboding "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Jeff Westfall, Tactical Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58205.26 1015

Jeff Westfall sat in the darkness of his personal quarters, with no illumination save the starlight coming in the porthole.

He felt devastated by the losses that were incurred during the prisoner uprising. Normally a very competent and focused officer, he wondered if he was a) "losing it" and b) what would be the best way to resolve it.

The issues were crystal clear in his mind.

First: The ship's Tactical Officer had primary responsibility to secure the ship from external threat caused by enemy attack, assess such threat when it is known to exist, propose and co-ordinate defensive strategies, and implement them as deemed most satisfactory at an appropriate opportunity to capture a) enemy troops, b) enemy ships, c) enemy supplies.

To protect the ship, also meant to be prepared to prevent giving up opportunity to allow the ship to be boarded by hostile invaders.

In the past ten days, (according to his perception), he had failed to adequately prepare the ship to contain federation prisoners securely while being transported to the penal colony on Rura Penthe, deep in Klingon space, aboard the USS Zion.

All he could think of were the "What Ifs" and the "I should haves" and the "I should not have allowed...".

He wanted them all to die immediately for what they'd done to his ship, his Captain, his First Officer. This was *his* fault. He should have known a) It wasn't safe to allow senior security officers and the Captain to escort even an ambassador on in a shuttle to anywhere, with hostile prisoners aboard--Federation prisoners and their sympathizers at that too. They should be facing Military Court Martial as enemy combatants, and be summarily executed. He'd have no problem at all putting their bodies into the replicators and pressing "recycle".

But it wasn't his world to control, that was the problem, and his first name was Jeff, his family name was Westfall--not "Almighty God".

Jeff Westfall was a man whose experience, training and demeanor were all centered on being a pseudo-machine like creature, evaluating every scrap of critical data that hit his cerebral cortex, being able to ascertain what was strategically important, what was peripheral, what was likely to happen not days in the future, but seconds...to anticipate the next action of the enemy forces arrayed against the U.S.S. Zion and her crew. He *knew* that it was against machines that he fought: ships of war, with nothing but compliments of ordinance, run by the enemy. IT was "The enemy" against whom he fought. He had trained diligently to know their thinking, their tactics, their countermeasures, and their counter-countermeasures. It was all much like a game of chess, a game that took place on a simulated "battlefield". He had learned to anticipate the order to fire a photon torpedo against the U.S.S. Bezar, and further, to hold fire until the order was given by the Commanding Officer of the watch, whether it was the Captain, the First Officer, or another officer, designated by circumstance. That 'engagement' was a victory, the ship was destroyed.

They had been ordered to surrender. They failed to surrender, they did *NOT* surrender, and they were destroyed. IT was a simple, logical matter of the universal law of cause and effect. If you don't do as you're told in war, you will be terminated. Thus, the U.S.S. Bezar was destroyed forthwith. The Lynx, the ship against which the Bezar was engaged, was saved. It was "A good day". The enemy was not defeated, but totally destroyed, and an enemy ship with all its crew, ordinance and material destroyed.

The thoughts from that "ramp-up" to the conversation with Captain Hunter, and the Klingon First Officer Max, when Ensign Jeff Westfall had deliberately and in calculated fashion, contrived to place himself at direct risk of General Courts Martial, were still fresh in his mind, as clear and strongly recurring, like there was a message hidden *somewhere* that he had to decode...yet, he was missing the key element. The Cipher. The key that would translate the feelings into something a tactical officer could ANALYZE. It was making him uneasy--no, it was worse than that, it was a sense of foreboding that he could NOT shake.

This was a problem that no-one else could get him through, the "monster" was inside his head. He had informed his Captain, in the absence of the First Officer, Commander Wright, to whom he felt responsible for the loss of his arm. HE hoped that the new cloned arm would serve him as well as the original appendage. That still left him with the awkward "next step". As the Tactical Officer of the USS Zion, he was responsible for too much, concerning the ship's well-being...to be "off his mark" by even a fraction. His job was to analyze all the variables, and then propose offensive and defensive action to the Captain and the First officer, or if need be, the Second Officer.

He could not afford to take his best guess. That was what got people killed. Ever since the prisoner revolt and the near compromise of the Ship's assigned mission, to transport the prisoners to the penal colony on Rura Penthe, he could not resolve the thought that his fellow crewmen had died, not in vain, but, Jeff thought, because of his lack of preparedness. Jeff saw people with their new work partners, re-assigned, some seconded from other roles. He saw people working with new relationships.

He felt strange, and at the same time, mildly sick at heart. He saw the engineering crews leaving the mess hall to report to their shifts in the morning. Ensign Baker working with Lt. J.G. Poncherello. In his mind's eye, he saw the specter of deceased crewmen and women who *should* have been with them... There was no other word for it, he didn't believe in ghosts but he could not put out of his mind that he was being haunted, by shadows from his past. This was not the way it was supposed to be. He knew he could not, by logic, nor by analysis achieve the result he needed: what the Counselor called "closure".

Jeff knew he had a HUGE problem. He wished it was somehow different He could send everyone else to see the Counselor, that was his role. Westfall didn't have a problem running his department. He was used to troubleshooting other relationships among his fellows, both superior officers and subordinates, without feeling like he was interfering, it was something *tactical* that he had to do--and it was all right. In fact, it was his job, and his sworn DUTY.

He had to contact the counselor. "Counselor Zoei, this is Ensign Jeff Westfall, Tactical Officer."

"Zoei here"

Her response was brisk. At your earliest convenience, I need to speak to you about a matter in my department, I'll make arrangements to be relieved if I'm on duty at the time, I'll make the Captain aware of it. There's a problem with a member of my staff that I can't reconcile, neither can I second another officer to fill the role while it's straightened out.

Are you available now? I am available for the remainder of the morning.

Yes, Counselor, I'll just inform the Captain, and I can meet you in about ten minutes

"Captain Hunter, this is Westfall. Would you mind if I take some time to see Counselor Zoei about the situation we discussed with Max and the other matters pertaining to the crew fitness? I've just contacted her now, and she has time available.

Hunter gave it a moment of thought and replied, "that would be fine Westfall. Hunter out."

Jeff Westfall walked directly to the turbolift, and went straight to the Counselor's Office. He wasn't looking forward to this at all. As Tactical Officer, it was his duty to commend where commendation and exemplary performance merited commendation, and to ferret out problems in need of remedial action, to prevent disaster. He felt like a walking accident, just looking for a scene to happen. Yet he couldn't put it off any longer.

He squared his shoulders, and set his jaw, took a deep breath, and rang the door chime outside the Counselor's office. "Enter," Zoei called.

"Hello Counselor. thank you for seeing me so promptly. It's not often (thankfully) that I have to encounter you in your professional capacity, but as I said, I cannot second another officer to deal with this problem".

Jeff stood rigid, hoping that the edge in his voice wouldn't betray himself to the Counselor and her Betazoid telepathic abilities. He felt mentally naked, without a plan to cope with the most difficult person on his staff, because he was trapped...in his own mind, and in his own skin.

"No matter where you go, there you are..." Where had he heard that? He couldn't remember, and it didn't matter, it sounded true. He was the one person he could *NOT* hide from. He supposed he would have to rely on the Counselor to guide him to find "His truth," and reconcile the conflicting feelings of bitterness, resentment, anger, grief and loss.

He hated himself at that moment. He could not allow it to consume him, he would try to use it to honor fallen comrades. "Good morning, Ensign. Please, have a seat," She gestured toward the sitting area. "Would you like something to drink while we visit?"

"Thank you, Counselor, what would you recommend an on-duty officer have to drink, since this is a duty-related visit, and thus must be a matter of official record"?

"Tea, coffee, soda or water are the top choices most people make when they are here, but occasionally someone likes a juice, as well," Zoei smiled.

Hmmm, Westfall thought. "Could I have a tall glass of apple juice please, Counselor, very

cold? I think it's time to start making some lifestyle changes".

Counselor I require your assistance with a matter that's been eating me for a while, going back to the prisoner revolt on the way to Rura Penthe. I'd love to know how Birkhoff had managed to compromise *EVERY* critical system I'd relish the opportunity to torture it out of him, and then kill him for it, personally to settle the vendetta. I'm sure I would if I ever had the chance, of that I am was *QUITE* certain. I know well that the kind of distress I feel is often indicative of post-traumatic stress disorder. I need to be thinking clearly all the time.

"Is this something you have experienced before, Ensign?" Zoei asked.

"I wouldn't say it's *never* happened before, when I've wanted to kill someone "vigilante style," but I can't seem to put this episode to rest and move on, for some reason. It seems like it has become a mental fixation...an anchor point, if you like, that's keeping me in the past, (at that moment in time) with all the anger I feel. It's a very dangerous distraction, and I can't afford to have it taking up residence in my subconscious thought space".

"I would agree with you. It isn't in your best interest to have those feelings either." Zoei nodded.

"A Man With a Mission", and the focused confidence and commitment to execute it to its successful conclusion was a necessary thing...the murderous rage Jeff Westfall felt at the mere thought of Birkhoff was dangerous, because it was blind undisciplined negative emotion, and it poisoned reason. Jeff Westfall was *far* more dangerous in this way than Birkhoff, an error could kill everyone aboard the U.S.S. Zion without "a plot".

Perhaps the Counselor could help him slay the monsters in the closet that comprised his mental and emotional container (or at least put them on a very short chain).

"Ma'am I feel like I'm being watched by the specters of those who've lost their lives in the prisoner uprising. I cannot put it down to anything in particular, but I feel like I'm being haunted by a premonition of failure. In my position, I cannot afford to be "The Death of the U.S.S. Zion"? At times like this, I am absolutely convinced of it. If I cannot get rid of this feeling, I'm going to have to submit a recommendation to the Captain that I am unfit for duty". That's my only possible response. I require your assistance because that is my last (and least favorable option). I would definitely be cashiered out of the Maquis Alliance, and I didn't sign on to quit".

"I understand," Zoei nodded sagely.

"I would venture to say it's not the first time you've heard something similar, Ma'am". My problem is that while I *know* what it is, I can't get *out of myself* to deal with it in objectively, given that the first and second parties in this conflict are within the same biological and intellectual space. I need to find a viable coping mechanism that doesn't include the use of psycho pharmaceuticals, that's not an option because I'd have to relieve myself of active duty".

"We should be able to work though this situation so that wouldn't be a concern, Ensign."

I can't make it go away, and I also can't allow myself to get trapped into living in the past, or I'm going to kill everyone on this ship. That would be by my failure to deal with the predictive model of forecasting tactical responses from the enemy we're fighting.

Right now however, I think I feel like one of "The enemy", and that makes it a two-fronted battle. There's one of them involving this ship and its crew, vs. the enemy, known collectively as "The Federation," and there's the other enemy (after a fashion, inside my own head, which causes me to play the endless game of speculation called "What if..." and "If I had only...". There's only one HUGE problem: I cannot allow myself to be distracted by the past, nor locked into the endless idle speculation of what I did wrong, by commission or omission".

"Go on," Zoei shifted slightly and drew her knee close to her chest as she listened.

That was something the Counselor would hopefully be able to help him deal with...but it was far and away outside the "Tactical Methodology" he was used to formulating. There was nothing he could do but consult someone else who had specific expertise, and he felt no shame in that. I had a VERY long conversation with Captain Hunter, and Max, the Klingon First Officer while he was here for the exchange. His techniques and training methods have beyond measure sharpened the skills and responses of the entire tactical and security department.

The remaining problem is one Ensign Jeff Westfall. Tactical Officer, USS Zion.

I need your help to re-frame my cognitive analysis and neuro-linguisitc programming. {I think you call it "I need a new self-talk]".

"That is a tall order, Ensign.

"I know that, Ma'am," and that's why I need probably need a new analytical system to re-frame the experience, and model a workable resolution. The unfortunate part of this is, while in the abstract, I know what's required, I'm having trouble de-constructing the elements of the event on the psychological level for Jeff Westfall to find a non-destructive pattern of behavior to work past the negative pure hatred.

"Let's start with what happened and why you feel the way you do." She settled into the chair adjacent to his seat as she talked.

Well, Counselor, that's part of the problem, I haven't been able to pinpoint the genesis to the pattern. I do "Ship's Logs, Department Reports, Interdepartmental Memos, Reports to Alliance Headquarters, briefings to the intelligence Dept, analysis of their replies, and on and on it goes. I don't do "Dear Diary," and now I could kick myself for it; because if I had, I could have used it to follow the evidentiary process, to isolate the exact time frame, at the very least.

I'm so used to logging everything on duty, that by the time it comes to my own life, I eat, sleep, and read military History...famous battles, history, tactics, gambits, techniques, feints, weapons systems, things like that".

Zoei nodded.

"If I wasn't trapped in my own body and my own mind, I'd be chewing my own ass out for not "Getting a life," and (no surprise,) sending me to see you about some remedial counseling. I'm gonna take a risk and be honest with you. I put off coming here because the way I feel, I was beginning to feel a little bit "freaked" (Sorry, it's not a technical term)".

"We don't need to be technical here, it is about feelings and thoughts."

"Yes Ma'am. That might be the start of the problem. I don't have time to "do" feelings, on duty, it's all a matter of cognition, anticipation, reaction and result. The Tactical Officer must by definition live no more than three seconds into the future, to find every advantage, weakness and opportunity to exploit in the enemy's actions and reactions.

Actually, looking at it that way, there's another possible approach to my personal problem. I suppose I probably suppress thoughts of having personal friends too, it winds up being "collateral damage" when someone goes out on a mission and doesn't come back.

I usually end up eating either out of the replicator in my quarters, or alone in the Mess Hall.

I suppose part of the problem is that Tactical Officer Jeff Westfall is an Ensign who has a problem with being a "Control Freak," coupled with a lack of diversity in his personal life/off-duty time, and little interaction with other fellow crewmen. Probably I see statistics, "Tactical Assets" rather than people. That's what makes me so distant. I know there are people I could be sending to their deaths, if I make the wrong call on an away mission.

"So you deliberately distance yourself to protect yourself?" Zoei asked.

"Yes Ma'am you've definitely acquired my profile". My personal life is more off-limits than the entire tactical assets assessment record of the Maquis Intelligence Branch. Hell, I don't even let myself visit my personal life, I don't have one anymore". I wouldn't actually say I distance myself for my protection. It's more like a matter of complete denial. For all intents and purposes, Ensign Jeff Westfall is almost "persona non grata".

This time we took on "refugees" and a few people I should have locked up with the Marines standing guard, and treated them as enemy combatants. I didn't do that, and I got suckered. Now good crewmen are dead. You don't win wars sacrificing troops and assets from your ranks, you deplete the opposing side. Too bad if they get killed, that's war. Dead traitors can't cause your death".

I think what annoys me is that we let them come aboard as "refugees" and "quarantined guests" rather than emptying one of the hangar decks and containing them there as "The enemy".

"Ensign, I think the very first thing we need to talk about first is personal responsibility. You have covered a great deal of territory this morning".

"Thank you, Ma'am. I just hope it makes more sense to you than it does to me, otherwise I'm in very deep trouble". Westfall felt a sense of relief. Finally he found someone who could help him unravel the problem, without having to possibly throw away his career.

Some of the areas you are concerned about are directly related to your position. Others, you appear to feel responsible for, but in reality, were decisions made by department heads and were strictly out of your control. Up until now, have you considered this possibility?" Zoei asked.

"My perception of the problem, Counselor is that it's probably a matter of "You are correct, decisions were made by other department heads, and while that is true, that the overall command of this vessel is vested in the Captain, Commander Wright, and the senior officers, I still failed to anticipate the possibility of "Sleepers" among the ranks of the prisoners, who could seize control of the ship. That is still ultimately my failure".

It ties back to the old legend of the Trojan Horse, I'm sure you're familiar with the legend. I should have known better.

Anyway, I hope we can map out a strategy to amend and re-construct Ensign Westfall's perception of events in a less damning and damaging fashion.

"It might tie back to that, but you cannot, nor should you, carry the entire ship on your back. It isn't realistic and it will force you into a breakdown situation. We need to avoid that.

"I could very happily live without a psychotic split, Counselor".

Jeff Westfall sighed, realizing for the first time in a long time, that this was the beginning of the reformation of his career, not the end of it. Jeff made a mental note to move Counselor Patia Zoei's name from the "Assets" column to "Allies". Maybe this was the first step to acquiring new friends. For Jeff Westfall, it felt like the beginning of the end of his wandering alone in the wilderness.

"So, starting from the beginning, let's focus on the events that transpired that were under your control." Zoei shifted slightly and leaned forward.

Obsolete information "
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1100

Having read the information over and over again, despite some pieces were unretrievable Teilani stood up and left her quarters. It was important that Hunter should see the intell, perhaps he could do someting with it.

Taking the turbolift up to deck 1 Teilani smiled. Finally something from her brother eventhough it was only a letter.

As she entered the bridge Hunter was not there but likely in his ready room. She knocked at the door and before Hunter could say enter she stepped in.

Hunter set down the report he was studying, "come."

As the doors opened he stood up greeted the Dane with a smile, "Doctor, come in, please have a seat." He sat down after she did, "what can I do for you?"

"Sorry to bother you Sir," she said. "But I think you should read this." She placed the padd on his desk and sat back down in the chair. Crossing her legs and folding her arms. "There is some information at the bottom which I think is important Captain."

As Hunter looked at her questionable she continued. "Its the padd we found on RP."

"Oh" said Hunter feeling somewhat distracted. He began reading the PADD. His eyebrows arched as he read the information about the coordinates. He thumbed through the message to access the information Eric had included about the movement of Federation ships. Hunter's jaw dropped slightly. But then he realized the coordinates where near the Galantry System. He set the PADD down and entered some information into his desk console. Turning the screen so Dane could see, he apologized, "I"m sorry, this information is more than a year old. The Federation attempted an incursion last year."

Teilani bowed her head and sighed deeply."I see, so its another dead end." she whispered. Then she looked up. "I am sorry to have bothered you with this Sir, I should have looked first at the data myself."

Hunter turned the console back as he assured her, "its okay. Your a Doctor, after all, not an intel officer. Its not your job to worry about obscure military data." Hunter could see Dane was deeply crushed. He understood it had more to do about her brother than the obsolete intel. "I'm sorry about Eric," he said.

"Thank you Captain. I know he is out there somewhere and I will find him." she said full of determination. "Trust me I will."

Hunter thought back to their adventure on Rura Penthe. "I know you will Teilani," said Hunter. He watched as she got up and left. "I know you will," repeated Hunter under his breath.

Practise counts "
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1100

"Goodmorning Ma'am," Sam said. "I have here the new duty rosters as well as the rotation shedules.

"Thank you Sam," said Melissa. "We are heading into battle Sam, I would like you to run alpha shift through the holodeck drills. I want them to be ready in the event we get boarded."

"Yes Ma'am. You have any particular holodeck drill in mind?" Sam asked

"Use your best judgement," said Melissa, "I just want to have everyone on their toes and ready."

"I thought that the use of the holodecks was restricted to conserve power?"

Melissa shook her head, "No, not to concerve power, they are restricted from recreational use. We need to make sure everyone has their head in the battle and not some holodeck fantasy."

"I understand. I will get to work immediately." Sam responded.

Melissa nodded and as Sam was turning to leave she thought about the recording of Charles interviewing Mason. "Sam," she said, "In the time that you and Charles were together, did he ever show signs of being...well, sadistic or inappropriate?"

Sam turned back towards Melissa. "Why do you ask?"

"I recently viewed some computer logs of one of his interrogations. His tactics were a bit over the top, even for an intell officer."

"He raised his hand only one time but thats it and the rest of the time he bossed me around saying that he was my superior.

Melissa knew that feeling well, "I know what you mean there, but this was more than being arrogant, it almost looked like he was enjoying the pain he was causing."

"I saw.........Sam paused. "I saw some sadistic tendencies when we were on Pentara V but did not think anything about it. We were in a bit of a tight spot at the time."

Melissa arched an eyebrow, "What did he do?"

Sam shrugged. She felt a little bit uncomfortable talking about someone who was not there to defend himself. "It's all in the report Chief," she said.

"I'm asking about his behavior while on the mission, not the mission results," said Melissa.

" He was pretty hard on our contacts there and he seemed to smile when our contact had killed a Cardassian."

Melissa shook her head, "Arrogant, bossy and pushy," she said absently, "I wonder what ever made me give up my own identity to agree to marry him." Realizing that she had just spoken her private thoughts in front of San she quickly shuffled the PADDs on her desk. "Thank you Sam," she said quietly trying to cover her own embarrassment.

"Don't be embarressed. I understand Ms Jarvis" Sam said softly.

Melissa smiled, "I guess there is not point in trying to change the past."

Sam nodded and tugged her uniform. " If you no longer need me Ma'am, I would like to get on with my work."

"Dismissed," said Melissa.

Pacifica #37"
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Gloria Boulder (NPC) , Science officer , [NPC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1130

Holodeck 1

Gloria sat on the floor of the holodeck and adjusted her shoes. Flexible, they would provide protection as well as allow her to grip rock with her toes. She glanced over at Sam who didn't seem to care much for hers. "Too stiff?"

"A bit," she replied, flexing her toes in the immovable tight shoes. "Are they all like this?"

"Beginners...have to be. As you gain experience, you'll learn to use your feet more and we'll be able to get you more flexible ones." Gloria tied her hair up in a knot to get it out of her face then loosened her muscles up a bit before she spoke, "computer....run program Gloria Forty Two."

She smiled as a deeply wooded forest appeared around them. Enormous rocks poked thru the early morning mists. The air was clean and crisp, the sweet scent of pine rising around them. She scrambled up the short incline and turned. "It's beautiful!" She pointed towards the nearby rocks, "we're going up those...." They looked up to the top of the nearest one which rose for about 150. "Will be less scary once you're on the face. I promise!"

Sam took in a deep breath. "If you say so," she said, trusting her friend. The mountain seemed a lot bigger from her angle.

As they approached the base of the boulders, she turned to Sam, "we're going to be bouldering tonight. It's probably the easiest...and the hardest way to climb. See those guys?" Gloria pointed towards the three men that stood waiting for them. "Those are our spotters...you fall and they'll try to make sure you hit the mats, ok? You need to lean out if you fall.....you don't want to be hitting your face on the way down."

"Ok." Sam wasn't sure that if she fell she would remember to try to fall towards the mats. She would probably be panicking as the ground rushed towards her. But then again, this was the holodeck, and nothing much could harm her here. Scare the wits out of her, perhaps, but not kill her. And even if she did get injured somehow, it was reassuring to know that Dr Dane would fix her up.

"I'll go first....give you some idea of how to do this." Gloria ran quickly to the base of the first rock, its razor sharp incline rising above her. She stood on the mats and perused the wall before her. As she studied the rock, she listened to it as well. As it warmed, the sun beginning to clear away the mists, it changed and while she wouldn't be doing any major climbing, it had become her habit after all these years. She pulled the strap on her tank top up a bit, exposing the sleek and slender muscles on her back.

Seeing a hold just past the highest she could reach, Gloria reached into the small bag at her waist that contained her chalk ball and chalked her hands. She eyed the small crevice and leaped, catching the small crevice with one hand. Dangling, she reached her other arm up and found the next hold. One more move and she was able to get her feet into the rock as well and was on her way.

Watching Gloria, Sam noticed that she used her legs rather than her arms to push herself up the cliff instead of pulling.

The feel of the rock in against Gloria's body made her want to shout with sheer joy. She'd fallen in love with climbing so many years ago and tried to do it every chance she got. It had been a few weeks since her last climb and although she still felt strong, her arms trembled now and then.

Gloria stopped halfway up and peered down. Sam was holding a hand over her eyes and watching. Gloria almost waved but with the precarious way her feet were holding, she knew she'd better not. The day began to heat up and Gloria felt the sweat trickle down her back. She reached for the next one, the muscles on her arms defining themselves.

Raising an eyebrow, Sam watched Gloria progress steadily up the mountain, leaping, dangling and reaching for the next hand-hold or foothold. Sam realized that she might have a harder time than Gloria, seeing that she was a few feet shorter, and had a great deal less of an arm's reach. But then again, she was smaller, and might be able to make use of shorter putrustions of the ledges.

Gloria had made it to nearly ten meters up when she lost her hold on the rock with her right arm. She dangled precariously for a moment looking for another hold but in reaching for one, she overbalanced and fell. She tilted her body away from the face and after a short but exhilarating trip, landed with a solid thud into the mats. She sat up, shaking her head, catching her breath.

"Sam! God...this is great!" Gloria grinned wildly and pointed towards the face. "C'mon...your turn!"

Facing the huge rock with a deep breath, Sam ran her hands along the surface, searching for a good starting place. The chalk felt gritty but it made her palms dry. Finding a firm hold marring the surface of the boulder, she grasped it and pulled herself up to it. Reaching up, she searched for the next one.

"Don't worry about your feet...just get a good hold with your hands first." Gloria instructed from the other side of the mats. "Take your time...remember...it isn't about how far you climb but about the feel of just doing it. Push with your legs!"

"Don't pull with the arms, push with the legs," Sam muttered, finding the tinyest of tiny footholds as she stayed flat against the sheer rock face. Her progress slow but sure, she had managed to get nearly as far as Gloria. Reaching up, she looked for another hand grip, but found only the smooth surface of the rock.

"Gloria?" she yelled down. "I think I'm stuck."

Gloria held her hand over her eyes, peering at the rock face near Sam. She could barely see a small scar that ran vertical to the face. "Look to the left...."

"There aren't any more hand holds." Sam ran her hand over the rocks again, as high as she could reach.

"Go left....move your feet .....change position......" Gloria shouted. It would be a delicate balance and not necessarily one that Gloria would do since her body weight was twice that of Sam.

She looked to her left. The rock face seemed to be the same as above her and to her right. "All right," she shouted back down. "Here goes nothing," Sam added to herself.

Shifting her weight delicately onto her left foot, Sam held her hand grips firmly, and then, with a small leap, switched her right foot to where her left foot had been. Continuing to balance, Sam leaned to her left, searching desperately with her hand and foot. Her fingers caught hold of a small chunck of rock jutting out like a ledge.

"Hold!" Gloria cringed as she saw Sam go too far.

Grabbing it, Sam overbalanced with a shout, tumbling to the ground below. It was slightly distubing to drop from an area so high that you were able to contemplate the meaning of life while you were falling.

The blue plush mat caught her fall. "Wow!" Sam tried to say as the air whooshed out of her. She rubbed her behind. Gloria gave her a grin.

"So what do you think? Want to try it again?" Gloria held out a hand and helped the woman up.

"Sure!" she said, taking the offered hand, then checking her cronometer. "Well, maybe tomorrow," Sam amended regretfully. "I need to get changed, and get to work."

Gloria nodded. "Thanks for coming along.....it's always so nice to have a friend to share the 'adventure' with." Gloria leaned down and gave Sam a quick hug to the woman's surprise.

Sam smiled and with a quick wave, exited the holodeck. Gloria turned and faced the boulder. She looked up, noted where she'd fallen and the mistake she'd made. Determined to make the top, she chalked again and headed back up.

Allies "
By: Jeff Westfall, Tactical Officer, [PST]
Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1300

Wright sat at his bridge station. Security was conducting drills and Wright was watching the report scroll across his console. He liked what he was seeing. He felt confident that security would be battle ready. His thoughts were interrupted by an alarm sounding from the tactical station. Wright looked at Hunter who was seated in the command chair.

Hunter leaned forward, "Westfall, status?"

"Captain, I show three Klingon ships de-cloaking....the tactical database identifies them as...2 K'vorcha class ships and one K'Tinga, no weapons signatures detected, Sir".

Wright again looked at the captain, "Were you expecting any Klingons to join us sir?"

Hunter cleared his throat and shook his head.

Westfall interjected, "Captain, we are being hailed sir, the signal matches bilateral encryption protocols".

"Very well Westfall, on screen."

A burly face of Max, their former exchance XO filled the screen. "Good to see you again," he began, "The Klingon High Council has sent us to offer our assistance." The big Klingon smiled.

Hunter smirked at the Max, "The Counsel's offer is greatly appreciated." "Four more ships will rendesvouz with your battlegroup at sector 5001. Once we have assembled we will meet on your ship to review the tactical situation."

Hunter nodded, "contact us when you are ready, and Max, on behalf of the Alliance...thanks."

Max smiled again, "D'Kuul out."

As the screen went black, Hunter turned to Wright and Westfall, "well, that is good news."

"Indeed it is," answered Wright.

"OPs, ETA" asked Hunter. Ops replied "26 hours and 27 minutes, Sir."

"Helm, steady as she goes." said the Captain.

Game Plan "
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]
Jeff Westfall, Tactical Officer, [PST]
Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1500

"Q'pla!" shouted Captain Darg thumping his chest in a Klingon salute.

Hunter grinned, the Klingons were excellent tacticians, "Q'pla"

He looked over at Commander Wright and Westfall. While the Zion's crew was certainly capable, he was glad the Klingons where backing them.

The Klingons all stood and left one by one. Chattering about the victorious battle ahead.

When the last of them left, Hunter turned to Wright, "Well Number One? what do you think?"

Wright Smiled, "Klingons are very enthusiastic about their battles aren't they?"

Hunter sat back down in his chair. "Indeed, but we still have much work to do," he replied.

"Westfall, can we assimilate our strategies easily with the Klingons?"

"Given the cross-training profile we ran following the prisoner uprising, Captain, Max gave me a digested course in the principles of Klingon strategic engagement. I've reviewed the notes I made then, and I believe all of the complimentary protocols have been implemented in all departments where possible. If all goes well on this side, we should fit together like a hand in a custom made glove".

"Impressive Westfall," Hunter nodded, "Very good, carry on."

"Aye-aye Captain", Westfall replied, saluting his Captain. Westfall turned on his heel, and left.

Wright also dismissed himself.

Hunter turned his chair and stared out the port window for a very long time.

He collected his thoughts and turned toward his desk to make his log.

==Captain's Log Supplemental==

Under orders from Admiral Stone, the Zion is now enroute to intercept a convoy of Federation ships. At 1500 we were joined by a Klingon task force sent by the High Consul. Captain Darg and his first officer Max joined us from the D'Kuul. We have just concluded a joint tactical review and are now ready to engage the enemy.

We have 7 ships all together, Three B'rel class ships, the Bah'rabba, the Kos'Pah, and the Gokatagh. We also have two K'tinga class ships, the D'kuul and the B'Moth. We also have one V'orcha class, the Toh Kaht.

As long as we are able to maintain formation, all ships will use low power direct link communications to avoid detection. The B'rel class ships will be used to flush out any cloaked Cardassian ships which may be escorting the Federation Convoy.

We expect to engage the Federation battle group about 24 hours.

==End Log==

Hunter paused to reflect on the Toh Kaht's fever for battle. Indeed while Klingons in general experienced battlelust, the crew of this ship was notorious for their campaigns against the Federation.

Hunter stood up and walked out onto the bridge and sat in the command chair. A few minutes later the tactical station chirped.

"Captain Hunter, the D'Kul is reporting the Klingon compliment is reporting Ready to Engage".

Hunter nodded, "Very well Westall, acknowledge their signal and engage the cloak." "Their signal is authenticated, sending our acknowledgment, engaging the cloak now, Captain".

From the bridge of the Toh Kaht, Captain Kor watched the Zion shimmer like a mirage and faded from their view screen. A toothy smile crossed his face as visions of glorious battles filled his eyes. Raising his fist he uttered Klingon battle cries. His bridge crew joined in.

On the Zion, Hunter turned the command chair forward, "Helm! set a course for 252 mark 9, warp 8.6."

"Course laid in" came the reply.

"Engage" said Hunter.

Hunter turned to the OPs station, "forward sensors on maximum," he ordered, "report anything unusual."

"Aye-aye."

Hunter turned to Wright, "has Silvio and Westfall had a chance to assimilate Mason's information about the Cardassian's cloak?"

"Silvio has spoken with Mason and it making the necessary modifications to the sensors," replied Wright.

Hunter leaned forward in the command chair, with his elbows resting on its arms, his steepled his fingers touched his lips as he contemplated how this information might play into the upcoming battle. "Do you think we should advise the Klingons of this information?"

"At this point," began Wright, "It would do them not good as they would not have the time to effect the changes. I also would rather make sure they work before we talk too freely about it."

"I have to agree." said Hunter,

Wright nodded, "If it does indeed work, it will be a very useful tool. Is there any intelligence that would indicate that there could be cardassians involved at Pacifica?"

Hunter shook his head as he tried to recall an old earth saying about flies, "It would be hard to think there wouldn't be," he replied.

"I hope Mason's information is accurate," said Wright. "Silvio seemed pleased with the details Mason provided, so that is a good sign."

Hunter leaned back in his chair and focused one the battle ahead.

Making the rounds "
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]
Miranda, Lounge Manager, [RNPC]
Giuseppe Silvio, Chief Engineer, [RNPC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Acting Chief Intel Officer, [PST]
Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1600

Hunter left his ready room. He decided to take a tour of the ship.

He decided first to visit the ship's counselor to get her perspective on things.

Stepping into her reception area he waited for her appearance.

"Captain Hunter," she smiled slightly. "Come in," she stepped back and gestured for the captain to go before her into her office.

Hunter smiled and nodded politely, "good afternoon counselor." He looked around, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

She shook her head slightly. "You have impeccable timing. My last visitor just left and I am not expecting another one for another hour."

"I just wanted to know what you were sensing from the crew." he said.

"Anxiety, tension, a certain element of bravado. Overall, you have a crew committed to the course. Most of your crew, though, is young. The only battles they have seen have been on board this ship." Zoei shrugged her shoulders slightly. She nodded toward the sitting area. "Please have a seat."

"Thank you counselor," Hunter said as he eased himself down near the colorful pillows.

He sat back and eased into his next round of questions for Zoei, "In your assessment, are they ready for this battle?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I don't feel anyone showing a great hesitation, nor do I sense any cause for alarm that there are people who are not willing to do what is necessary."

Hunter nodded solemnly, "that's good."

"And how about Mason? Have you spoken with him since his release from sickbay?"

"He is the person I am scheduled to meet with next. Is there anything in particular you would like me to watch for or ask about?" Zoei leaned forward slightly and crossed her ankles.

"Not particularly," said Hunter, "just let me know if you get any funny feelings about him."

"I will file my report to Commander Wright, and copy you for your reference."

"Okay" said Hunter getting up, "If you will excuse me, I'm just getting started."

"Have a good afternoon, you will have the report yet today." Zoei nodded. "Thanks," said Hunter turning to go. He took several steps toward the door and paused, turning back toward Zoei, "Counselor? would you mind coming up to the bridge during situational conflicts" asked Hunter.

"That will be fine," Zoei nodded again.

"Excellent," said Hunter. "Carry on."

Hunter turned and resumed his tour. Continuing his rounds he headed down to sick bay where he found Dr. Dane as busy as usual.

"Good afternoon Doctor," said Hunter politely. "How are things down here?"

" Good afternoon Captain, this is a surprise." Teilani said smiling. It was indeed so. Hunter never came to sickbay that often. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hunter looked around briefly, satisfied that everything seemed to be in order he shrugged, "nah."

He turned back to Doctor Dane, "I wish I could say your services won't be needed, but I'm afraid they will be." Hunter paused, "I don't know if I've ever told you that you have been a wonderful asset to this vessel."

Teilani stared at Hunter as if he suddenly had grown spikes. She stuttered a little as she said. "Well.... I.........thank you Sir, I only do my job."

She placed some medical equipment on a small table beside her. She had been doodling with it and was afraid to let it slip out of her hands.

"Is there something wrong Sir," she asked curiously.

"Of course not Doctor," said Hunter, "I guess I always make it a habit to tour the ship before a big battle."

"Why?" Teilani asked.

"I guess to make sure everything is ready," said Hunter

"So you want to remember the people they way the were before they get killed?"

"Of course not," replied Hunter.

"You expect trouble then?"

"We're going into a major battle Doctor, I don't see how it can be avoided."

"Captain, the battle between the Maquis and the Federation is not going well is it? "

Hunter was surprised by the Doctor's remarks, "Excuse me Doctor?"

"We are loosing." Teilani said softly.

Hunter shook his head, "we're certainly not loosing, its just that in war, nobody wins."

"Will it ever end Sir?" Teilani asked as she handed Hunter a cup of hot chocolate milk.

Hunter reluctantly took the beverage, taking a sip. Then, he shook his head, "What is this?" he said curiously, expecting something stronger.

"Its hot chocolate Sir." Teilani said as she saw the somewhat surprised look on Hunters face.

"Not your usual Jamaican Double blend?"

She smiled. "One can only drink so much of it. You think the war will ever end?"

"I wish I could say the war would be over tomorrow, but we're here because we believe in what we are doing...we can not tolerate the injustice and murder carried out by the Federation...right?"

He looked at Teilani.

" I guess you are right Captain, forget I mention it." she shrugged. She looked in the distance for a second and changed the subject before Hunter could say Howdy-doody.

"Tell me Captain, have you been following my advice a little?"

Hunter looked confused as he searched his memory, "Advice?"

"Trying to relax, remember?" she asked with a gniffle.

"Ah, of course." he said with an assuring nod, "as a matter of fact I have. Chester and I managed to log a few holodeck hours recently."

"Excellent," Teilani said, resisting the urge to get her med scanner and check for her self.

"And how about you Doctor, have you taken the Captain's advice and done the same?"

Teilani shook her head. "I am afraid not Sir. Preparing sickbay and such kept me busy.

"tsk, tsk," said Hunter taking another sip of hot chocolate and setting the cup down, "Well, if you will excuse me Doctor, I need to see how engineering is doing, Shall we do dinner sometime again?"

"I would love that Sir," Teilani said smiling. "Go easy on engineering Sir," she called after him as he left sickbay.

As Hunter made his way to engineering, he found Silvio. "Lieutenant!" he shouted up to the catwalks, "Do you have a moment?"

"Sure thing captain," shouted Silvio as he climbed down to talk to the Captain. When he reached the floor he smiled at Hunter, "What can I do for you?"

"Just wondering how are things going?" said Hunter as he visually surveyed engineering. "Is the ship ready to put up a good fight?"

"We have had plenty of time to get things set up. This ship is ready. We are just finalizing some routine maintenance.," said Silvio with confidence. "That's what I want to hear." said Hunter, "That's what I want to hear."

Silvio smiled, "Yes sir."

"Very good, I'll let you get back to work." said Hunter waving as he turned and left. As Hunter continued to make his rounds, he stopped by the security office where he found Lt. Jarvis looking over reports.

"Hello Lieutenant," said Hunter, "what is the readiness status of your department?"

"We are conducting training drills. My men have worked hard after their embarrassment with the prisoner uprising. They are ready," she said.

Hunter nodded, "just make sure they get a little rest tonight. Has Madriani been cooperative with security training too?"

Melissa nodded.

"Good, I have every confidence in your abilities Jarvis." Hunter nodded assuringly as he turned and left. Next stop was the Intel office.

Hunter continued to make the rounds. In less than 24 hours the ship would be at war. He just wanted to make sure everyone was ready.

He stopped in at Alyssa's office where he found her going over information that had just come in. Much of it was the intel the Maquis had on the status of the ships they'd be going up against.

He came in and sat down, "How are you Doctor?"

Alyssa looked up, "Oh...Hello Captain. I'm ok....just looking over a few things. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Just seeing how you were doing, making sure everything is ready."

"Oh...about as ready as we'll be I suppose." She smirked, just a little bit wistfully. "I'll have a report worked up for the Tactical guys on our opponents soon. Weaknesses and other such pertinent information."

"Even with the Klingons, we're outnumbered 2 to 1 here. And based on the Intelligence reports, Starfleet isn't sending the kiddies."

Alyssa looked at the PADD listing the ships the composed the Armada they were to face. Two Galaxy Class, Five Akiras, Two Norway, Three Steamrunners and four Excelsior class ships. The more she learned about this...the less she liked it. But she didn't have to like it. She just had to find the weak points. "From the information I have.....some of the commanders of those ships are pretty tough customers, Sir. All of them are combat veterans. This isn't going to be easy."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Based upon what Mr. Mason told us....we know that our cloaks are better than the ones the Cardassians have. We can also assume that mixed into the Federation fleet are several Cardassian ships. Given that, we'll need to strike both parts of the fleet and then return to cover. I would certainly recommend against slugging it out straight up."

Hunter nodded, "hit and run eh?"

Alyssa nodded, "Pretty much. Even with the Klingons, we can't stand toe to toe with them."

Hunter nodded, "We'll have to try. Its too bad Tango fleet isn't closer," noted Hunter.

Hunter excused himself and resumed his tour.

Miranda smiled as she saw the captain enter Miranda's. He did not seem to come here very often so she was glad to see him.

Hunter sat down at the Bar, "Hello Miranda."

"Hello captain," replied Miranda, "How are you today."

Hunter grinned, it was delightful and uplifting having a civilian like Miranda on board, "I'm good." he said settling in, "I'm good."

Miranda chuckled, "What can I get you?"

"Say, did I hear you were serving up some sort of Fish?"

"Yes, it is a new dish, Denebian Monk Fish," she replied.

"Okay, that sounds good, why don't you get me a plate of that."

"Umm, sir, when did you start eating fish," she asked?

Hunter chuckled, "You're right, I hate fish." he smiled, looking away for a minute. "Its... not for me, its for...Chester, my cat," he confessed.

"Life on a starship isn't much fun for the rascal. I figure a good meal once and a while is about all he has," Hunter's voice tapered off a little, "with the big fight tomorrow, I just, well, wanted to give him a treat."

"Ok," said Mirnada, "Monk Fish for Chester. What can I get for you?"

"Why don't you surprise me with something Bajoran," replied Hunter.

Miranda stifled an evil laugh as she went to work. Monk fish for the cat, Bajoran hasperat, extra spicy for the captain. Miranda smiled as she pulled his order together. "He did say surprise me," she thought to herself as she delivered his order.

"Hasparat eh?" said Hunter picking up his fork. "I'm going to need a beer with this" he said with a grin.

"How about a glass of bajoran Sping wine," suggested Miranda.

"Spring wine? I guess that will do," he said putting a forkful of the hasperat in his mouth.

Miranda smiled at the captain's expression when he took a bite. "Here, she said as she placed a glass of red spring wine in front of him, "This will help with the burning."

Hunter finished his meal. He could feel small beads of sweat on his forehead. There was no doubt that Miranda's cooking was near as authentic as he could taste.

He picked up the plate of Monk fish for Chester, "it was very good," he said to Miranda has he passed her near the door.

"Thank you," said Miranda as she watched him leave. Miranda wondered absently if he was going to sick bay for burn treatments to his mouth. She chuckled as she cleaned up the bar.

Trying to Fit In "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Matthew Mason, Prisoner, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.26 1700

==Counseling Section, USS Zion==

Mason sagged agasint the turbolfit as he and his security escorts arrived on deck 8. He had been ordered to report to the ships counselor for an eveluation. Mason did not mind visiting with her; she did, after all request that the captain not send him to Rura Penthe.

Mason and his gold shirted friends arrived outside the counselor's office. Mason flashe dthem a quich smile as he rang the door shime to Zoei's office.

As the peal of the bell echoed through the office, Zoei started from the report she was reviewing. A glance at her chronometer showed Mr. Mason was right on time. "Enter," she called, as she rose from her seat.

As Mason entered the guards took up positions next to the door, however, they remained outside the counselor's office.

"Hello counselor," said Mason, "How are you?"

"Just fine, Mr. Mason," a slight smile creased the corners of her eyes. "Have a seat, please," she gestured toward the sitting area. "Would you like something to drink?"

Mason pushed a red pillow out of the way as he sat down on the couch, "No thank you," he replied.

Briefly, she paused at the replicator. "Raspberry iced tea." As the glass materialized, she surveyed the gentleman in her office.

"So, you are a Betazoid," said Mason.

She nodded. "Yes, I was born on Earth, but my parents are both Betazid."

"I suppose I should be upset that you were reading my mind at the hearing," said Mason, "But I guess it was for the best that I told them about my family."

Patia shrugged slightly. "I would understand if you were. It is part of my responsibility to this ship and her crew to use my talents and abilities to protect them. It turned out well for you because you were truthful in how you represented yourself." She sank slowly into her seat and cradled her glass between her hands.

"Well, thank you just the same," said Mason.

"It was my pleasure. You are a part of our crew now. It is just as important to do what I can for you as it is for someone who has been on board since she launched." Patia sipped her tea. "How is it going for you, with the restrictions that are in place?"

Mason glanced to the door, "Oh, you mean Mutt and Jeff out there," he smiled, "I am sure we will be come the best of friends." Mason chuckled.

"It is good you have a positive attitude, at least," Zoei smiled slightly. "Outside of Mutt and Jeff, you said," she raised her eyebrows questionably, how are you adapting to life here?" She leaned back slightly and watched the man across from her. His body language conveyed an aura of self confidence, he appeared comfortable in his own skin and he was more relaxed than she would have expected him to be.

"It is much better here that it would be on Rura Penthe," he said with a Smile. "I am doing okay. So far so good."

"Are you having any issues, no matter how slight, with any of the existing crew?" she asked.

Mason shrugged, "I get a few odd stares, but for the most part people are more worried about the upcoming battle."

"That is probably the only positive about this engagement, it will help ease your transition into the crew. Do you have any questions or concerns about integrating with the crew?" Zoei asked. Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as she watched him.

"Not at the moment," replied Mason, "I would imagine it will be easier for me to fit in once I no tlonger have Mutt and Jeff hanging out with me."

"Have you heard how long you will be escorted?" Zoei asked.

"Nope," said Mason with a shrug, "I imagine until I am trusted."

"Do you know what you need to do in order to gain their trust?" It was rare Zoei met with a gentleman as open as Mason. Usually there was more restraint, if not in deed than in emotion. She couldn't get a feel that he was hiding anything.

"It will just take some time I guess," said Mason, "People will just have to learn that I am not going to harm them or the ship."

"You are right, time will fix that. I will file my report with the captain and executive officer, which will help pave your way with them." Zoei commented.

"That is much appreciated counselor," said Mason.

"It is deserved, Mr. Mason, or I wouldn't do it." Zoei smiled slightly.

Mason stod up and shook the counselor's hand. "You have a good evening ma'am."

"You as well," Zoei crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him walk toward the door. There was a bit of a spring to his step she hadn't noticed earlier.

Mason stepped into the waiting area and paused for the security guards, "I guess we are done here," he said to them as they headed for the turbolift.

Extra Spicy "
By: Patia Zoei, Chief Counselor, [PC]
Miranda, Lounge Manager, [RNPC]
Matthew Mason, Prisoner, [RNPC]
Giuseppe Silvio, Chief Engineer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.26 2100

==Mason's Quarters==

"Very interesting sensor alignemnt," said Silvio, "I will start re-configuring the tactical sensors. We will see if this gives us an advantage or not."

"It should give you a huge advantage if you run into any cloaked cardassians," said Mason as he leaned back in his chair.

Silvio smiled, "Well, I will make sure to include your cooperation in my report."

Mason nodded and smiled.

Silvio stood up, "Well, I am off to meet Patia at Miranda's for supper, would you care to join us?"

Mason did not want to intrude, however, he aslo did not want to eat alone. "I would like that very much," he replied, "as long as I am not intruding."

"Not at all," said Silvio, "You ready to go?"

Mason nodded.

As they prepared to leave Silvio tapped his combadge and said , "Silvio to Security, Mr. Mason and I will be heading to Miranda's.

"Aknowledged," came the reply.

==Miranda's==

Patia leaned back in her seat and watched the stars as they whizzed past the window. Her cold glass of tea rested on her knee, tiny beads of condensation coursed down the vessel. A small area of damp material spread out from the base. She was tired this evening. Too many late nights and early mornings, with no end in sight, were taking its toll. Quiet moments often found her slipping into the reflective state she was currently in.

As they entered Miranda's Silvio spotted Patia sitting at a table with a good view od the stars. He waved at her accross the room and headed in her direction.

"Hello Patia," he said when he reached her, "I brought Mason along."

"Hello there," she smiled at Silvio as she sat up a little straighter and shifted both feet to the floor. "How are you, Mason?"

Mason smiled, "I am much better now," he said as he sat down across from her.

"Good news," Patia's eyes twinkled.

"You look tired," said Silvio, sitting down next to Patia.

"I think it is chronic," Patia chuckled. She turned slightly so she could see both gentleman. "How is the world of engineering today?"

"Everyting is ready," said Silvio, "I am going to work on Mason's modifications to the tactical sensors tomorrow."

"And then everything is ready to go?" Patia raised her eyebrow slightly as she asked.

Silvio sighed, "It will be until the Federation starts firing torpedos at us. Then they will try to break all the things I have been working so art to get fixed."

Mason chuckled, "I am sure glad that I am not an engineer. That does not sound fin to me."

Patia watched the interactions between the two men. To a casual observer, they would appear to have known each other for far longer than they actually have. There was an easy camaraderie, and it was nice to see that, especially for Mason's sake.

SIlvio laughed, "It keeps me in business."

"How are things in the counseling section," asked Silvio.

She propped her chin on her knee and tilted her head slightly. "Business as usual. You two seem to be developing quite the friendship." Her eyebrows raised as she looked from man to man.

Mason smiled, "Lieutenant Silvio just took pity on me. He did not want to seem me eat by myself."

SIlvio laughed, "Mamma Silvio would have been disappointed if I had let you do that."

Patia chuckled. "Mamma's can have some far reaching influence. Mason, how are you settling in to the ebb and flow of the Zion?"

"So far so good," he said.

Miranda approached them at the table, "Hello," she said, "How are you doing this evenling"

"Good evening, Miranda. How is business tonight?" Patia's eyes sparkled as she asked.

"Business has been pretty good tonight. Everyone is tense and trying to forget their fears," she replied.

Patia nodded. "Here is a good place to unwind. You do provide a nice atmosphere for it," she smiled. "What is your special tonight?"

"I have some wonderful Bajoran hasperate," said Minranda, "Extra spicy."

"I'm sold on that," said Mason, "I'll have some of that."

Silvio was not a real fan of Bajoran food he unconsiously shrunched up his face, "Do you have any pasta?"

Miranda chuckled, "I think I can manage that for you Silvio."

Patia rolled her eyes and chuckled. With a wink, she said, "Can't tell he is Italian, can you? I will have a cup of broccoli soup, if you don't mind?"

Miranda smiled, "One cup of soup," she said With a cock of her head she asked, "A glass of Raspberry ice tea with fresh raspberries?"

"Perfect," Patia shook her head slightly. "Some day, I will want something other than tea. What will you do then?" Patia's laugh tinkled through the air like the chords of a sonata.

Miranda gave the counselor a wink, "Then Counselor, I will bring you a pink lemonade," she said with a slight chuckle.

Turning to Silvio she said, "Silvio will have a cherry cola, and you," she regarded Mason as if she was sizing him up for a new suit, "I think you will like a coffee, black and strong." Miranda looked at him.

Mason simply nodded his head and Miranda walked away to get their order. "Wow, she is pretty good at her job," observed Mason.

"That she is," Patia nodded sagely. "And, the truly frightening part of this is, my substitute would have been a pink lemonade." She shook her head slightly, then giggled.

"A facinating woman," said Mason as he watched her work accross the room.

Patia nodded. "You are a daring one, too. Miranda mentioned your dining choice will be extra spicy. She wasn't kidding," she faked a shudder as she grinned.

"That is fine with me. The hotter the better," said Mason.

Silvio chuckled, "I think you are going to need more than a cup of coffee."

"Much, much more. Better ask Miranda for a pitcher of water when she comes back," she subtly winked at Silvio.

Miranda returned with their food. SHe palaced a large steaming bowl of Linguine with red sauce in frot of Silvio along with a iced glass of cherry cola. In front of Patia Miranda placed a cup of soup and glass of tea. Finally with a smile, she placed the hasperate in front of Mason along with his coffee and a large glass of milk.

"What's the milk for," asked Mason.

"You'll see," she said with a wink at SIlvio and Patia as she turned and left.

Patia ducked her head to hide her smile as she arranged her cup of soup in front of her. Through the curtain of her hair, she glanced up to watch Mason as he took his first bite.

Mason could sense the eyes of Silvo and Patia on him as he took a bite of the hasterat. THe waitress has been true to her word, it was extra spicy. Not wanting to show any sign that he even noticed he managed to keep a straight face, however, small beads of perspiration began to from on his forehead.

Mason eyed the glass of milk but instead of taking a drink he took another bite of his food. It got worse. He was now certain that they would need to remove his tongue becasue it was dead. turning his head he caught a glimps of Miranda across the room smirking at him.

"Just a sip," he thought as he reached for his coffee. The heat in his mouth was so intence that he could not take it anymore and grabbed the milk. He drank the glass down and then waved to Miranda for another one.

"Better ask for a pitcher," Patia choked.

SIlvio struggled to swallow the mouthfull of linguene. WHen he has he laughed and said, "Don't worry, I am sure Doc Dane can fix your tongue."

Miranda brough thim another glass of milk. "Drink it slowly," she suggested.

Patia couldn't contain the laughter. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. "I am sorry," she hiccuped, "I know it isn't funny, but it seems to be a rite of passage here. Welcome aboard," she giggled.

"Thank you," he croak horsely, take another drink of milk.

"Funny," said Miranda," The captain had the same meal earlier today and he barely broke sweat."

"Hunter is tough," suggested Silvio.

Patia's eyes twinkled as she watched Miranda. "Sometimes it is just a matter of how you cool your palate, and what you use, no?"

"Yes, the captain used spring wine from Bajor. It seemed to do the trick for him," agreed Miranda.

"Wait a minute," said Silvio, "I thought intoxicating beverages were off limits."

Miranda winked at Silvio and whispered, "I forgot." Her laughter trailed along behind her as she walked back to the bar.

Patia propped her chin on her hand and watched the shocked expression on Silvio's face. "What? Miranda can't have a memory lapse?" She almost choked again on her giggles.

"Silvio finished his food and shoved the plate aside, "Miranda does not forget."

"No? Never? Maybe she was having an off day or maybe she hadn't heard there was a yellow alert, or maybe the Captain looked like he could use a glass of wine?" Patia asked.

Silvio smiled, "Nah, Miranda always knows what drink a person needs, not necessarily what they want." Silvio remembered back to the amber liquid she has searved him. The stuff packed a punch, but it was just what he had needed.

Slowly, she narrowed her eyes as she watched, then shook her head. "No need to elaborate as to how you know that," she chuckled.

Silvio chuckled, "Ah, no, we do not need to get into that.

Mason turned his head and watched his two favoriate security guards enter into the room. "Oh look," he said, "My new friends have arrived to keep an eye on me."

Mason stood up, "I am a bit tired, I will see you all tomorrow," Mason paused, "Listen, you guys keep yourselves safe tomorrow."

"Sleep well, and keep safe yourself," Patia smiled.

Silvio watched as Mason left, "He seems to be a nice guy."

She nodded absently, "seems to be."

"So what are you going to do now," he asked.

"Watch the stars from the observation deck. You?" she asked.

A Meal of Monk Fish "
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]
Chester , Feline , [NPC]

Stardate: 58205.26 2200

"Whew," said Hunter under his breath as he paused in front of the door to his quarters. The Bajoran hasparat was certainly very authentic tasting, his tongue was reminding him of that fact. He looked down at the plate of Monk fish Miranda had made just for Chester.

He entered his quarters and whistled for Chester.

Chester stood up on the back of the couch where he had been patiently waiting for captain to return. Captain was whistling, he hates that. Cats do not respond to whistling. Chester stretched and then sat on the couch and watched as Captain continued to whistle; his tail swishing back and forth rhythmically.

Ian walked up to the cat and scratched him gently behind the ears. "Hey fella, look what I brought ya." said Hunter leveling the plate in front of him.

Chester closed his eyes as Captain scratched his ears, suddenly his keen nose found a scent that his eyes had not noticed. Captain had fish. Chester opened his eyes and eyes the plate of fish that hunter held out to him. His tail swished faster and he found himself purring. Captain had fish. Chester looked at the fish then to the floor. Chester gracefully jumped off the back of the couch and stood on the floor at Captain's feet.

Ian set the plate on the floor, and knelt down beside him, petting his back. He felt bad for Chester, and tomorrow, he knew he'd be scared to death as in all likelihood the ship would take a beating. He wished he keep Chester safe but there was no guarantee that even he would make it through the day.

Chester ate the fish; it had a differnt taste to it than normal fish, but it was good enough for him. Chester was half finished when he realized that Captain was still petting him. The thought occurred to him that something might be wrong. Chester stopped eating and began purring. He could tell that captain was worried about something. He rubbed his head against Captain's arm.

Hunter picked up Chester and sat down by the portal looking out. He enjoyed Chester's company. He thought about what Dr. Dane said about the war. He thought about what Silvio said, and also recalled Alyssa's thoughts and her strategy.

He knew the Zion was a good ship and some how it would get through this.

He cleared his mind and just thought about the Moment...and Chester.

Chester purred.

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