Detained "
By: Ian Hunter, Commanding Officer, [PC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Acting Chief Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58206.19 1000

The door of the detention center opened. Birkoff rose to his feet. He watched as the ship's intelligence officer approached him.

He stepped near the force field. She wore an intel uniform. What ever he was about to say, he swallowed it with a gulp.

Unconsciously he took a step back as she came to stand in front of his cell.

As she walked, her hands stayed behind her. The look on her face was that of barely disguised disgust for the man she was here to see. Stopping in front of his cell, she muttered several curses in a few different languages before she turned to face him.

"I just thought you'd want to know that your execution has been ordered for the day after tomorrow. You have a choice in how you're to die. Though I'm afriad that none of them is particularly plesant." She smiled at him, a somewhat evil, predatory looking smile....wondering if he would buy the whole execution line. It was a gamble. "Time of war and all that, you know."

Birkoff looked utterly astounded, "E-execution? I-I don't even know what I'm being accused of, don't I at least get a courtmartial and the right to counsel?"

Birkoff looked scared enough on his own. Hopefully that would be useable. "However, I have been ordered to offer you the following deal. We'll forgo the execution if you'd be willing to tell us who you're working for and what they're up to."

"I, I'm, I really don't know what you mean, I'm not working for..."

"And then of course....I want to know what the hell you did with my other phaser pistol. I recovered the first one after I killed your Federation Captain friend....but alas, you still had the other. Tell me where it is, NOW!" Alyssa's hand flew out from behind her. The metallic billy club she'd been holding slammed against the force field, breaking the near complete silence and causing the prisoner to jerk back.

"Your phaser pistol?" Birkoff looked dumbfounded. "I didnt' take your phaser pistol. I-I don't even know who you are. O-or why I'm here."

He swallowed hard, "And, and I can assure you I had nothing to do with the Wolverine's disappearance, he said holding his hands up defensively.

Alyssa narrowed her eyes at the man. "Lying won't get you anywhere, Mr. Birkoff. Other than the end of a hangman's noose that is."

What was this about the Wolverine? This man looked absolutely clueless about why he was here....but everything she'd come across about Birkoff told her that he just wasn't that good of an actor. That included the time she'd spent with him aboard the Zion. Internally she shuddered at the thought. "Tell me what I want to know....or die. It's that simple."

Birkoff looked again at the Maquis combadge she wore on her uniform. Klingons, Maquis badges, he was certain he was on a Maquis ship after all.

He frowned. "Your Federation tactics don't scare me," he said trying to keep his composure. "I know I have a right to counsel, Section 15 of the Maquis Military Code of Conduct."

He quietly folded his arms. "...and I've already told you everything I know."

"The MMCC doesn't apply to terrorists," Northrop stated flatly. "But since you're refusing to cooperate....there's nothing I can do for you. I hope you had a nice life, Mr. Birkoff, and that you think all of this was worth the price you're going to pay."

Her voice sounded almost sad...as she played out the bluff to the last. It would do her no good to give in now for she would lose all of the momentum she had gained. But something was bothering her here. Perhaps the Klingons had made a mistake? It would be easy enough for the Medical Staff to clear up. They would have access to the DNA samples collected after the incident.

With that, Alyssa turned and left the holding area. Once she was outside and away from Birkoff's hearing, she called the Captain. "Captain Hunter....sir....I think we may have a slight problem here. Can you have the Doctor verify that we've got the right person in the brig? I just had strangest conversation."

Hunter tapped his combadge, "You mean Birkoff?"

"Yes Sir....he's claiming he has no idea why he's here or what's going on. He also said something about not knowing anything about the disappearance of the Wolverine. Why would the man say something like that? I just don't think he's that good of an actor. I think it would be a good idea to have Doctor Dane take a DNA sample and run it."

"Acknowledged," said Hunter.

"Very Good, Sir. Thank you. Northrop out." She tapped closed the comm channel and headed for her office. If that wasn't Birkoff, then who was he? And why did he look just like the man? Could Birkoff have stolen this man's identity?

Pacifica #181"
By: Garrett Birkoff , Chief Science Officer , [NPC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]
Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58206.19 1020

Melissa watched from her office as Northrop left security. She was amazed at home Intel officers worked. She did not understand why they always needed to resort to threats and violence. She did not even bother taking him into a private interrogation cell. Melissa shook her head as she shut down her console and stood up. She walked into the main Security office.

"Hey Chief," said Ensign Simpson, "Did you watch the Intel lady talk to the prisoner?"

"That is Intel Officer, or Intel Chief," she said, "And yes, I was watching."

"Man, I really though she was going to rough him up," he said, "I loved the metal baton thing."

"You would," she said, "Have Carter take the prisoner to Sickbay for testing." Melissa thought about it, "When he gets back put him in room one. I want to talk to him."

Simpson smiled, "You gonna rough him up. I can put some strong bindings on him for ya."

"Ensign," said Melissa wearily, "Are you thinking about transferring to Intel or something?"

"Maybe Ma'am," he smiled, "I'll go get him for ya?" Simpson went into the detention center.

Melissa returned to her office and pulled up the data from the USS Wolverine. She scanned thought the most recent data and then looked over the crew list. Sure enough, she found a science officer listed named Birkoff. "Very interesting," she said.

***

Sam had quietly watched when Allyssa was busy interrogating Birkhoff. She couldn't believe it, finally they had apprehended him by some weird coincidence. If she was in charge she would immediately turn the ship around and fly to rura penthe, deliver him there and loose the key to his holding cell.

A few minutes later, Sam received orders to transport Birkoff to sickbay.

"Ok on your feet!," she said holding a phaser pointed at Birkhoff.

"Where are you taking me?" asked Birkoff.

"If it was me I would transport you to an airlock and shove you in and depressurize it, but the brass wants you to go to sickbay. NOW SHUT UP!!

"Sickbay?" Birkoff looked even more bewildered stopping.

"Turn around, hands on your back." Sam got a few restrains from a shelf. "Mike if he even twitches shoot him."

"With pleasure Lieutenant."

"And just to warn you Birkhoff, the phaser is not set to stun but to kill," Sam said as she roughly fixed the restraints.

"Computer, put a level 10 force field around corridor 2g, 3h, 23 and junction 12H. Secure a turbolift only to be used by security and have it move directly to Deck 8.

"Acknowledged." the computer responded.

" Move!! she said pushing him with a phaser in the back. "Keep moving!"

"Okay, okay..."

Having made sure he was securely restrained both Sam and Mike escorted Birkhoff from the security office directly to the secured turbolift.

Birkoff looked down at the binders. It was embarrassing. At least the corridors were empty. As they passed through each force field contained section, Carter lowered the field and raised it again as they entered the next section. Birkoff contemplated that his exoneration was inevitable.

Sam leant against the turbolift wall and looked at Birkhoff. "So," she said with a snear, "I can not wait to see your execution, I hope it will be long and painful."

Birkoff felt enraged inside. It was so unjust. He just wanted to scream.

"You are bluffing." said Birkoff coldly. "They Maquis don't execute people."

Sam snorted. "People no but criminals and killers we do execute especially after what you have done."

"I've done nothing wrong," insisted Birkoff.

"Shut up and move," Sam said as the turbolift had stopped. "No tricks or you will be sorry."

Birkoff frowned. When he was exonerated, he was going to make sure her commanding officer knew about this abuse.

*** Sickbay**

"Doctor Dane!." Sam called out.

Teilani who was in her office explaining something to a nurse stood up and walked towards them. "Yes?""

"Doctor, I have this prisoner and we need to establish his identity. So could you do some work on him? And there is no need to be gentle Ma'am." "You!!"" she exclaimed. "Finally they apprehend you." Teilani looked at Birkhoff.

"Me?" repeated Birkoff in a confused voice.

"Mike, Jackson, *help* Mr Birkhoff to a biobed." Teilani said with hate in her voice.

"Lay still," she said calmly while putting down the diagnostic displays. "Computer run a full medical analyses can compare the date with our prisoner records."

"Acknowledged."

Teilani glanced at Birkhoff. "I do hope that they put you away for life."

"Computer what is the status of the analysis?"

"It will take 7 hours and 23 minutes to finalize."

"Sorry Lieutenant," Teilani said to Carter, "I can not do it any faster."

"You mean I have to wait here for 7 hours, " said Birkoff in a whiny voice.

"I do not think so, you can wait for the results in the brig, now we have you in custody, we will not let you out of our sight."

"Doctor will you let us know once you have the information?" Sam asked Teilani.

"I will Lieutenant."

Birkoff looked disappointed as he slid off the bio bed.

As Sam led him back to the Brig, Birkoff asked her, "Did you stop to think even for a moment I might be innocent of whatever you think I did?"

Sam turned the forcefield back on and turned towards Birkhoff. "I like to believe it but after all you did to us no way!"

Questions Arisen... "
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Acting Chief Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58206.19 1020

Before Alyssa even made it fully into her office, she was addressing the computer. "Computer...pull up all reports on Maquis starship USS Wolverine. Also, display the ship's manifest. Wall screen."

The wall screen itself was more of a holographic projection than an actual screen....but it helped the former professor think. She always worked best when things were spread out in front of her....so she'd made it a point to pick up the projector from the Zion's stores.

As the computer worked, report after report appeared in front of her, as if hung on a giant sheet of glass. Stepping up, the raven haired woman began to scan the documents one by one...moving them around by pointing with her index finger.

Once she came to the Wolverine's crew roster, she blanched a little when she saw both the face and name of the ship's CSO: Garrett Birkoff.

"No....It's not possible....."

The man was the identical twin to the man that had taken over the Zion. Calling up the man's service record, she read through it quickly and found that Garrett did indeed have a twin brother....one Gordon Birkoff. This was going to make the identification process that much harder. Identical twins were the only people in the universe that DID NOT have unique DNA. "Computer...copy Garrett Birkoff's personnel file and medical records and send to Doctor Dane for comparison."

The computer beeped in acknowlegdment. "Files sent."

Alyssa dropped into her chair....and stared at the remaining data that was up there. If this man was indeed the Wolverine's CSO....then where did the Klingon's find him?

"Computer....begin message."

The computer beeped...and she addressed the transmission to the Klingon ship that had left the prisoner with them. "This is Chief Warrant Officer Alyssa Northrop of the USS Zion. In my capacity as Chief Intelligence Officer I am hereby requesting all data relating to the capture of Prisoner Birkoff. Thank you."

The computer ended the message and sent it on it's way. Alyssa wondered if the Klingons would grant her request. Something felt off here.

Will the Real Birkoff Please Step Forward "
By: Garrett Birkoff , Chief Science Officer , [NPC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58206.19 1200

Melissa entered the interrogation room and sat down at a table across from Birkoff, "Good morning," she began, "Why don't you tell me about the USS Wolverine."

Birkoff turned ghostly white. It was about the Wolverine *after all*. They *were* blaming him.

"It-It wasn't my fault." He stammered.

"Stop blathering Mr. Birkoff," demanded Melissa, "Tell me what happened."

Birkhoff composed himself. "We left shipdock on Stardate 58204.25. We were immediately dispatched to a distress call. When we arrived at the location we discovered a freighters adrift, life supports nominal, no crew." He paused.

"I beamed over to the ship with an away team, when suddenly something that looked like a worm hole opened up. There were suddenly power fluctuations, they beamed the away team back one at a time. I, I never got beamed back. I went to the bridge of the freighter and watched as the Wolverine got sucked in. The anomaly seemed to explode and there was debris everywhere."

Birkoff lowered his head and discreetly wiped tears away from his eyes.

"And then what happened," asked Melissa trying to figure out how this whimp ever managed to take over the Zion. He was either a good actor or not the same person.

Birkoff drew in a deep breath. "I managed to get the freighter's warp engines online, but after flying a day the injector relays fused. I'm not a good engineer. I was adrift for several weeks when I was picked by a klingon ship. They tortured and beat me regularly for about a week.

Now I'm here and I've been told you are going to execute me and I swear I have done wrong."

"You do not look very beat up," suggested Melissa, "You aren't telling me lies are you? It is important for you that you do not tell me lies." Melissa did not believe he was tortured by Klingons, they usually just preferred to kill their enemy rather than torturing them.

He stood up and took his shirt off. His back had several deep bruises. "They beat me up" he insisted.

Melissa arched her eyebrow, "Put your shirt on Birkoff. I have had worse beatings in bar room fights." Melissa was not impressed.

She picked up her PADD and looked at the crew manifest for the Wolverine. She stopped at the name Garrett Birkoff, "It says here that your name is Gordon Birkoff." Now it was her turn to lie, "Is that true?"

"The Name is Garrett ma'am." he replied smoothing the wrinkles from his shirt.

"Interesting," she said as she pushed a button on the table. A small console popped up and she called up a photo of the Birkoff who had once had control of this ship. The picture was from, his interrogation prior to the Zion take over. She turned the screen around so he could see it, "Recognize him? He looks an awful lot like you, Garrett Birkoff."

Garrett stared at the screen. His jaw gaped, "Th-that's..." he stammered slightly, "..not me," he said gazing away.

"It's not," she said, "It sure looks like you. Tell me, how is this not you Mr. Birchwood."

"The name is Birkhoff," said Garrett staring at the monitor. He chewed the bottom of his lip nervously. "Where did you get this image?"

"Yeah, I know," she said, "You told me the same thing the last time I interviewed you." She paused to look directly at Birkoff, "Just before you told me you were going to kill me."

Birkoff looked genuinely dumbfounded. "I-I've never met you before in my life." he shifted in his chair, "I never took that other woman's phaser pistol, I've never been on this ship, I, I.."

His voice trailed off, he leaned back and rubbed his hand across his eyes, "That's... not... me."

Melissa pointed to the screen, "That is Gordon Birkoff," Melissa shifted her icy gaze to Birkoff and pointed a solid finger at him, "You are Gordon Birkoff," she thundered at him.

"No," replied Birkoff defensively. "I'm not."

"Stop wasting my time with lies mister Birkoff, if this is not you then who is it," she demanded, slamming the console into the closed position.

Birkoff swallowed hard, sagged and slightly bowed his head. "Gordon is... my brother," he confessed shamefully.

Melissa silently recorded her small victory, but continued on as if she had not even heard him, "So, let's go back to your ship," she said picking up her PADD. "Who was in command of the Wolverine?"

"Shelly Hawk," said Birkoff impulsively.

Melissa scanned the PADD and noted that the original XO has not reported for duty when the WOlverine left and had been replaced, "And the XO," she read on, "A Dan Jackson. I suppose he died on the Wolverine with Captain Hawk too."

"No Ma'am. He never reported for duty."

"You expect me to believe that a Commander in the Maquis just failed to show up," she said. "That does not seem very likely to me."

"All I know is Captain was in a rant about him going AWOL."

Melissa stood up, "I've heard enough," she said. "Someone will return you to your cell." Melissa turned to leave the room.

"But..." said Birkoff standing, "I'm entitled to counsel. When do I get council?" he protested.

"When we reach QulTuq," she said, and left the room.

Birkoff slumped back down into the chair in exasperation.

***

Melissa sat down at her disk, "Computer access interrogation file stardate 58204.20, Gordon Birkoff"

The computer beeped in reply and began replaying her previous interview with Brikoff, "Advance to time index fourteen point four five," said Melissa

"The name's Birkoff..."

"Computer pause playback. Do a complete voice analysis on both samples," she instructed.

The console in front of her began to display a graphs on the voices in the interview. Even before the computer announced the results Melissa could see they did not match.

"Samples do not match."

Melissa would wait for the results of Doctor Dane's test but she was already convinced. This man was not Gordon Birkoff.

"Pause Playback," said Melissa.

"Computer access interrogation stadate 58206.19, Garrett Birkoff.

The computer beeped again and began playing the interview she has just done. "Advance to time index twelve point one four."

"The name is Birkoff ma'am

Missing in Action "
By: Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]
Miranda, Lounge Manager, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58206.19 1330

John Wright sighed, he hated being the bearer of bad news. It was a part of his job but it certainly was not one of his favorite activities. He decided to put this off for a bit and instead he began going through his daily reports. He picked up a PADD and started going though the Engineering reports. After reading the opening paragraph 5 times he tossed it aside and left his office.

He took a turbolift to deck ten and went into Miranda's. He walked up to the main bar and sat down. Miranda was busy with another customer so he waited patiently until she finished.

"Hello Commander," said Miranda as she gave him a cup of coffee.

"You always know what I am going to order," he tried to smile at her.

"You look like you have something unpleasant to do," she observed.

"I have to share some bad news with a friend," he replied.

Miranda knew the friend he was referring to was her. She picked up a rag and started to wipe down the bar next to where Wright sat, "Well, I guess the best advice I can give you is to just say it and get it over with," she said. Her heart suddenly started beating faster and she felt as if she was going to be sick.

"I received a report regarding the Atlanta," he said.

"About TJ," she asked tentatively. Miranda stopped wiping down the bar and looked at Wright.

Wright nodded, "He has apparently been abducted. He is considered missing in action."

"Abducted," she asked surprised, "by who?" Miranda came around the end of the bar and took a seat next to Wright.

"Evidence indicates that it was an Orion," he said. "We have been asked to keep an eye out for Orions."

"I know he is a good friend of yours so I wanted to let you know." said Wright.

"At least he is not dead," she said.

"There is no evidence that would indicate that he is dead," replied Wright, "So there is still hope."

"Thanks John," she said with a sigh, "You know, next week I will celebrate my 100th birthday. I am pretty young as far as El-Aurians are concerned she said. We live long lives and one of the down sides of that is that we get to watch people we care about get old die. It is kind of a curse."

"We all loose friends and loved ones," said Wright, "but I expect that you will go though loss more than most of us before your life is over. It will be hard, but you are strong, you will make it." Wright looked at his now cold coffee. "Anyway, he is not dead yet so don't give up on him."

Miranda smiled, "I know that he is not dead. I will not give up hope."

Wright stood up, "My door is open for you Miranda, if you need anything just call."

"Thanks John, I will be fine," she assured him.

Wright nodded and then turned and left. Miranda watched him go. She did not get up from the stool she sat on. She felt rather lonely and empty inside. Perhaps when they returned to QulTuq she would pay a visit to her mother. Mothers always seem to know how to fix things.

Doppleganger "
By: Dr. James McIntyre , Medical Officer , [NPC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58206.19 1730

"Coffee, Jamaican blend, double strong, double sweet." Teilani ordered for the 4th time. She still couldn't believe it they had captured Birkhoff, but some how he was different. Less cocky then before.

Taking the mug from the replicator she went back to her desk and sat down. Browsing though pads and medical journals. Then the computer beeped indicating that the medical analysis was completed.

Curiously she opened the file. Now that was odd, she thought. The DNA was a 100% match, however, height and seize different slightly. External features were 100% match. " Wait what is this," Teilani mumbled. "That wasn't there the first time. The blood works showed that he had been exposed to tayonradiation, also a fracture in his left tibia. This can not be right!! She looked at the readings again, it wasn't him."

"James, get in here! "Teilani called out as she scouted main sickbay for her assistant.

James rolled his eyes as he heard Dane calling him. He casually shut of the microscope viewer and pushed the console button and supervised as the robotic mechanism emerged from the lid behind the scope and retrieved the sample he was viewing. He stood up and straightened out his lab coat as he emerged from the lab.

"I'm here," he said approaching his high strung and over-charged supervisor.

"Look at this and tell me you see the same. Would you say that if you compare those to records that it is one and the same person??

McIntyre took the padd and studied it. He shook his head, "Birkoff?"

"Well," he said from the stories I've heard of Birkoff, "most of these things a person could have done to be physically altered." He scanned further down the padd. He knew Dane would have ordered the one test that would be all telling: the T-Sig analysis.

The T-Sig was a signature code generated by the transporter system and used to verify any object previously beamed out and then beamed back. It used a complex parody bit checking algorithm to identify changes. It could even generalize for similar objects. It helped a transporter operator identify if a person contained in the pattern buffer were in possession of a weapon or had become infected with some sort of known biological agent which then enabled the biofilters to do its work.

These safety devices had been implemented when one of Star Fleet's most famous captains, Captain Kirk, found himself as two people after a freak transporter malfunction.

The use of transporter technology for medical applications was one of McIntyre's favorite subjects.

He shook his head, "...but this is definitely not the same man," he said reading as he found the report's t-sig summary.

"I thought so, dammit!!" Teilani pounded her fist on the desk, causing her mug with the now cold coffee to shatter on the floor.

McIntyre looked down and moved his foot from the path of coffee trickling slowly across the deck. His hand instinctively retrieved his medical tricorder which promptly scanned Dane.

"Doctor...."

"Yes!" Teilani said with an agitated voice as she browsed through the padd again.

"Ma'am, your central nervous system is extremely agitated." McIntyre studied the read-outs and continued his diagnosis. "the levels of stimulants in your blood is also very high. Blood pressure and pulse are..."

"Thats enough James, put that tricorder away. I'm not one of your patients." She said while starting to pace around.

Finally she stopped by the replicator. "Coffee, Jamaican blend, double strong, double sweet."

"You know, the brass will not like it, this outcome. I mean they all think we have apprehended the real Birkhoff. I guess I should send the report. But perhaps he could wait in the brig a bit longer."

"Teilanie...." said McIntyre with a tone of voice that a parent would use to scold a child.

He took a deep breath and leaned back a little. "Doctor Dane... I think you are a bit overworked... I mean, listen to yourself."

"James, I am perfectly fine," she replied while sipping the hot coffee. "There is a lot of work to be done, I have to file that report, also check on ensign Jones. You do know he had was injured by a plasma burn right." she said, then Teilani mumbled some other words..and managed to maskerade the shaking of her hands by putting them on the table.

"Trust me James, I am alright..., if it makes you feel better I will take a nap shortly."

He squinted at her, "a nap? you need a couple of weeks sleep! When was the last time you had a vacation?"

Carefully Teilani sipped her coffee. "It has been a while but there is too much to see. Besides if we reach QT I will have some days off. Remember there is that convention I wanted to go to."

"Yes, but somehow a seminar on Andorian endocrinology doesn't seem relaxing. Do you have any family to visit?"

"My family? Thats a whole different story James." Teilani said with a sigh. "This is not the time nor the place to talk about it."

James leaned back on the wall as Dane summoned a LMD unit which chimed the door just moments later. He regarded the little circular robotic device as it emitted a light blue laser light which traced the debris field left by Dane's accident as it scanned the floor.

"Are you sure you are alright Doctor?" McIntyre persisted.

Dane moved out of the way as the LMD dissolved away the replicated material which littered the floor. She looked with sad eyes at James.

"Trust me James I'm perfectly fine."

"I'm not so sure. Let me give you physical, just to be sure."

"If it eases your mind, ok." Teilani said with a chuckle. "Let me get some fresh coffee first."

"I'll be in the VIP exam room waiting for you," he said.

When Teilani returned, James motioned for her to hop up on the biobed. He proceeded to scan her.

He shook his head as he did the neural scan. Elevated levels of dopamine, epinephrine and norepinephrine as well as cortisol. All symptoms of extreme stress inducted syndrome.

James sighed. These days, there were so few things that medical science couldn't cure. Yet, things like this still plagued the modern man. He looked up at Dane... and woman.

He marked the report and continued to scan. Heart rate was fast, blood-pressure was slightly elevated. Digestive organs were normal, She wasn't pregnant, muscle and skeletal systems were fine.

He shook his head, "I'm concerned," he said, turning the padd around so she could see her report.

"There you see, all the readings are perfectly fine. Still within the normal parameters James."

He frowned. "you would never ignore a patient with these symptoms," he protested.

"James your a sweetheart but there are more important things to do then being concerned about me, now scoot, I got a report to file for the Capt'n." Teilani said as she hoped off the bed.

McIntyre squinted, "for now, but I want to recheck you in a week. If you manage to relax and cut back on the coffee, I'll let it go," he said.

"I will, I promise."

New Light "
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Acting Chief Intel Officer, [PST]
Kradek , Security Officer , [NPC]

Stardate: 58206.19 1735

Alyssa's com badge chirped, "This is Lt. Norton, we have a ship to ship message for you. Encoded from the Klingon vessel Da'Brak.

Northrop hadn't really expected to ever hear back from the Klingons. Most of the time they simply did...and didn't really enjoy having their methods questioned...even gently. "Very good...patch it through to my office, Mr. Norton."

"Patching it through now."

"Thank you...Northrop out." The reports she'd been perusing on the loss of the USS Wolverine shrank down into a smaller portion of the holo-screen and were replaced by the symbol of the Maquis.....then the image changed to that of an imposing Klingon Warrior....who simply launched into the conversation.

"I am Kradek. I understand you wish information."

"Yes..thank you Kradek. I do with information. Recently your ship transferred a prisoner to the USS Zion....a man believed to be one Gordon Birkoff. We weren't provided with any of the details of his capture and I was wondering if perhaps you might fill me in?"

Kradek grunted slightly, then nodded. "We found the prisoner adrift on a freighter of unknown origin. He admitted to being the Birkoff. You are pleased with his capture, yes?"

"Yes of course." It wouldn't do to just come out and say that they thought that perhaps the Klingons has captured the incorrect Birkoff. After all..how could they know that the pe'taQ had a twin brother? She hadn't even known before about a hour ago. "I simply wanted to have the information in case my superiors asked me about it. Thank you for your assistance, Kradek. Perhaps we will be able to repay the courtesy sometime in the near future."

The Klingon laughed, "Excellent!" And then added, "He also had a tricorder, but it seems to have been heavily damaged in the capture. A phaser too."

"Would it be possible for those items to get sent over here? It might be possible to recover some of the data that was on the tricorder," Alyssa asked....hoping the Klingon wouldn't mind the request. He seemed to be a in a good mood....and whatever they could get off that tricorder could very well clear up a few issues.

Kradek smiled nervously, "I will see what we can do. IKS Da'Brak out!"

The image faded away.

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