And So It Starts...

[Main Computer]

The U.S.S. Ventura, Abbotson and Omaria had successfully transported much needed supplies and technicians over to Deep Space Beta. The Darkhawk had also received a new CMO and things were looking on the up.

In one weeks time the official talks between the Metrons and the Federation would take place...

...That gave Malachi 7 days to sort the last loose ends out... And things were about to get more complicated...

The door chime to Malachi's office rang and he looked up from the latest status report. Section B was up and running, the Promenades open again and civillian life returning to relative normality. Section A was a different story... One that Malachi hated to read.

"Come in." He said.

A bearded officer walked into the now repaired office area. Malachi stood to his feet and smiled.

"How can I help you Commander?" He asked, offering his hand, whilst also noticing the black undershirt. Intelligence, here?

"I am Commander John Ikar of Starfleet Intelligence." He said bluntly and blatantly ignoring Malachi's outstreched hand which the CO soon withdrew. "I have been sent by Starfleet Command to act as a temporary Stategic Operations Officer and also to invesitgate you and your crew Captain."

Malachi tried to speak up but what was silenced by the Commander continuing. "Until further notice Captain." He said. "You are on probation."

"What?!" Malachi exclaimed.

"Good day Captain." Ikar said exiting the office leaving a very stunned CO and a gradually getting colder mug of coffee.

"Probation?!" He exclaimed again, well aware that there was no one there anymore. "How dare they?!"



Crews of the Darkhawk and Beta, please feel free to post on this thread until the next mission starts up again!

[Jonathan Kirk]

Kirk was making his daily rounds through out the base, his day would start close to home on board the Darkhawk, then progress outward to the station, ending with a meeting with Caspian about the topics the Federation wants to cover with the Metrons. It had now been a few days since the Kirk had talked with the Metron leader, Metrel and arranged a loose peace between the two people. Since Kirk was no longer heading up the diplomatic relations with the Metrons Starfleet felt it would be best to keep the situation on a need to know basis, and they felt Kirk did not need to know very much. He actually caught wind of the negotiations date from Captain Caspian.

The two Captains had started to grow a much closer understanding since the end what was now known as the Battle of Beta-Metroria Prime. This single engagement had become one of the bloodiest battles in Starfleet history, only surpassed by the Battle of Wolf 359, which was both battles had been started by the Borg.

It seemed the Federation was not taking the Borg threat as seriously as Kirk had hoped. With the arrival of the repair and refit ships also come the Darkhawk’s next mission. It seemed the Federation was more concerned with the environmental damages caused by the Genesis weapon on the system and surrounding systems the Genesis Planet used to be in. They had been scheduled to leave with in a few days, once the repairs and refits to the Darkhawk were completed.

Stepping onto the bridge Kirk found it flooded with engineers and technicians. The bridge was grossly over crowded with people and Kirk was simply not happy with the commotion on the bridge. Kirk noticed Commander Smith turn around in to face the back of the bridge as he heard the door slide open. He could tell Kirk did not like having all these engineers and technicians running around the bridge.

“Captain on the bridge!” Commander Smith yelled.

The bridge instantly became quiet as everybody on the bridge stood at attention. Kirk took a moment to let the silence sink in before he ordered them back to their duties.

“As you were,” Kirk said, “but, be a bit more quiet about it.”

The bridge erupted into orderly chaos again as Kirk tried to make his way to Commander Smith. Kirk just pointed to his ready room over the head of a passing engineer. Commander Smith nodded and began to make his way past a few technicians. Kirk made it to the ready room first spotting a pair of engineers sitting talking and drinking coffee at Kirk’s desk. One of the engineers was sitting in Kirk’s chair with his feet on his desk.

“Comfortable?” Kirk asked sternly.

The young engineer quickly jumped to his feet and stood at attention. The other engineer followed suit very quickly. Commander Smith walked around to the back of the engineers picking up the two cups of coffee and placing them back on the replications.
“Gentlemen, go about your business.” Kirk said letting the engineers off the hook.

The two men scrambled out of the ready room back onto the bridge. Commander Smith seemed a bit shocked that Kirk had let the engineers go with out any form of disciplinary action. Kirk smiled as he sat down in his chair.

“He kept it warm for me,” Kirk said, “I know what you thinking, but I used to be that young and we did things like this when we were working on refits."

Commander Smith sat back down with two new freshly replicated cups of coffee for himself and Kirk.

“Thank you,” Kirk said taking the cup of coffee, “Do you have the refit list?”

Commander Smith handed over a single PADD as he sipped his coffee. Kirk took it out of Smith’s hand and started to look over it. His eye brows lifted as he noticed the refits were looking very interesting.

USS Darkhawk, NX-32283
Refit List

Install:
A: Adaptive Shield Sensor Array
B: Adaptive Pule Cannon/Phaser Sensor Array
C: Secondary Matter/Anti-Matter reaction chamber
D: Seconary power grid

Repair:
A: Starboard Warp Nacelle
B: Hull Integrity Field
C: Xentronium Armor
D: Battle Damage

"Wow." Kirk said sounding shocked.

"I know, Starfleet is not going to spare any expenses for this station of this ship. I saw the refits on the Station, it is impressive to say the least."

Kirk sat back in his chair and looked over the list again as he enjoyed his coffee.

[Fenel]

Fenel was putting the last touches on her report to Star Fleet, she had to explain every medical decision made, especially those regarding those who had died. Of course she knew some of the bigwigs would not be impressed. She'd risked her life, the lives of her medical team and the security detail by focfilly de-assimilating several former crewman. But that said those whome she'd preformed the tricky opperation on where doing relativly well, apart from the need to regenerate and daily visits with the station's counsellor.

Nurse Willow insisted that for her first encounter with the borg, Fenel had done amazingly well, and things where looking up when it was pointed out that the station's civilian crowd wouldn't always be knocking at her infirmary for help. Two Civilian doctors, a pediatrician and a general practitioner had set up small practices in the civilian quarter.

Once done sending the report Fenel decided to take a break and finish setting up her quarters. She didn't even manage to make it to the door before it slid open.

"Ensign.. or rather Doctor Tanet I presume?" The tall bearded officer asked. He was human and seemed to crowd the doorway, Fenel could not tell what division he represented, but from his pips she could tell he outranked her.

"Yes sir, can I help you?" She asked, assuming he needed medical attention.

"My name is Commander Ikar, I'm from Star Fleet Intelligance and have a few questions to ask you." The man replied. "In your office, alone." he said, gesturing to Willow who was working at a nearby consol.

Fenel bit her lip, they couldn't have read her report yet, what did she have to fear Except Admiral Benedict, assigning her to Star Base Beta had failed to eliminate her, perhaps he was getting desperate. She didn't know what colour Star Fleet Intelligance wore, probably the same as command, but it didn't make a differance. She escourted him to her office. "Tea, coffee?"

"No thank you." The Commander replied. "Sit down." She ordered, as if the office was his own. "I have relieved your Captain of duty, the reason is none of your concern. I am here to investigate you and the rest of the crew."

"I see, is this a random investigation or has something caught your eye? I'll have you know I recently graduated, this is my first post and I've only been here a few days." Fenel replied.

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[Ko'Vor]

As Ko'Vor's fleet glided through space Ko'Vor sat in his quarters, leaving his FO in charge of the fleet for now.

He sat there with his head dropped into his arms. flashbacks of the days events had scarred his mind and he couldn’t help feeling great pain when he thought of the occurrences earlier and how he had contributed to 51 klingon losses too.

as he sieved through information in his mind he was curious what would happen when he got home. this was one of those situations that could have two outcomes: being dishonoured for lack of action, or being honoured for tactical thinking.

It seemed fate didn’t want to be on his side though, as he was thinking a sharp shudder vibrated throughout the ship.

'Ko'VOr to command, report!'
'this is command, we have come under attack by a rival house, they have 23 ships sir'
'I'm on my way up, which house?'
'The house of Sh'akar, our rivals for the height command positions'
'i am well aware who they are, take evasive action, i will be there shortly' Ko'Vor exclaimed closing the channel.

Running onto the bridge he had pleasure in seeing all weapons and defences were already at full power.

'Report' he ordered.
'One of our ships is disabled, 2 heavily damaged, but we have also already destroyed 3 of there ships and disabled 4 of them, we only have 16 to worry about now.'
'Keep firing on the lead ships, they don’t have any Kut'Kil ships, we have 3. concentrate fire on any ships with height weapon power'

the main gunner was currently on the periscope, swinging around everywhere hitting multiple targets. after the order he went to a nearby console to continue firing. Ko'Vor took over the periscope and clutching the joysticks he aggressively pounded away at ships.

Everywhere shades of green were swooping between each other, some cloaking and some uncloaking, using traditional tactics, a sea of pulse cannon and torpedo lights flew everywhere. The fight was intense, every object hit, every ship being battered by others in the same situation.

'We lost our first ship!' the sensor officer shouted
'Make them pay, destroy two of the disabled ones'

the officer looked slightly hurt at the order, attacking helpess klingons was less honourable than letting them be helpless. here honour was lost, that was the greatest defeat they could suffer.

'DO IT' Ko'Vor shouted again. and the officer quickly responded. " drifting ships were annihilated and then fire was concentrated back on the moving targets.

After a few more moments the attackers ditched the fight and ran. Ko'Vor had won. 'K'PLA!' he shouted, and around the bridge echoes of responses barked back.
'get back on a course to Qro'nos. we will count the losses later'

in side his head he wasn’t celebrating. that was at the least another 200 klingons dead...and for what? this was klingons fighting klingons. there was no reason apart from honour and power. It was madness. Ko'Vor felt disheartened that they hadn’t outgrown this species trait.

[Metrel]

The past week had been one that could task the most disciplined Metron. The Federation as a whole was a petty organization that just wanted power. Metrel quickly came to realize that what made them allies was the fact that they had officers like Captain Caspian, Captain Kirk, Ensign Anderson, and yes even Commander Smith. They did not waste his time, they knew what they were there for and they would work with others to get that job done.

The thought of talking to Starfleet Admiral's made Metrel want to call of the talks, but he realized that it wouldn't be relevant to these talks. Metrel had to think about his people, yet some of his own people thought that what he was doing was flawed and they were very vocal about it.

“Chancellor, fourteen Serenity class ships have just come into the sector,” the Metron next to him reported.

“Are they transmitting their royal code?” Metrel asked.

“Yes sir, the royal codes are being sent to every ship in the sector,” the Metron responded.

“Open the Destiny’s forward hull” Metrel was about to do a unique and rare ritual. The Destiny as the High Chancellor’s ship was expected to release its bio matter. This was the biggest honor Metrel could give to the people he had called forward, the Destiny would engulf their ships and interact with them.

“Forward hull opened”

“Halt all sensor’s on the station and the ships,” Metrel ordered. The Federation and the Metron Consortium were going to become allies, but even friends were not allowed to see what was about to happen.

“Sensor’s are halted, sending pulse flare,” the next second their was a blinding light. No one could see anything for the light permeated all hulls and shields.

“Do it now” The ship gave an expelling noise, which signaled that the process was beginning. Everyone on the Destiny was quiet, even their minds were closed to this special process. Metrel himself had only done this two times and each time he felt more honored. The light dimmed and the process was over.

“High Chancellor the Starbase is hailing.”

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[Rhea Jones]

“I always wondered if doctors always wore white coats, and now I know.” Charlie commented as he sat himself on a spindly tri-legged chair. Opposite him, sat deep into a blue sofa with her feet on the coffee table, Rhea glanced down at the bloodstained white coat she had worn for the past three days. He was probably right, she should have taken it off before coming to the café for refreshments, but there never seemed to be time to remember such details.

“He’s a little hooligan your son is.” Charlie struck up conversation a second time as he heard the clatter of an unturned table from the other side of the room.

“My son?” Rhea mused. “Since when did I lay claim to him? You’re the one he calls dad.”

“Since you decided to take him gallivanting across space in a starship.” Charlie retorted.

“It was his decision.” She argued.

“He’s eight years old!!” Came the winning reply.

“And what were you doing when you were eight years old?” Rhea reminded him.

“Ok point taken.” He remarked. It was childish how getting one up on her ex-fiancé made her feel so superior after so long, but it didn’t stop her trying. Knowing he was beaten, Charlie vacated his seat once again and took his leave.

“Oh well, duty calls. Its alright for some of us…” He mentioned, scolding the doctors relaxed posture. She raised an eyebrow at him in goodbye, and watched him leave in silence. The tension between them was definitely easing as they spent more time together recently, but it was still so difficult to just be herself around him. Perhaps it was a good thing there was only one week left before she and her son would be rid of him, at least for the time being. The though calmed her, and she leaned even further back into the chair sipping her cough of coffee.

“Hey. Hey. Look who I found…” Yelled a small high pitched voice in her ear. Rhea rolled her eyes and looked skeptically at her son. “This is Commander Smith, you know, the first officer on the Darkhawk.” He said with a wide grin, introducing the officer in red blazer to whose sleeve he had attached himself in order to drag him over to his mother. Rhea choked into her coffee and stood up in a rush.

“Let go of him.” She hissed at her son, and flicked his arm away from the mans jumper. Smiling, the Commander straightened out the creases in his cuff.

“Sorry Sir.” The doctor began. “Rhea Jones, your new Chief Medical Officer.” She introduced herself, extending her hand. Commander Smith accepted.

“Lorian Smith.” He said in reply. “May I?” he asked, indicating the seat which Charlie had occupied only moments ago.

“By all means.” She said with a smile. “Sorry about the little hooligan.” She added, nodding her head disapprovingly towards her son. The boy no doubt performed some manner of rude gesture behind her back as he perched on the arm of the sofa.

“No need to apologise, he’s a nice kid. How old is he?” Lorian asked, making conversation.

“He’s seven.” She stated.

“I’m eight Rhea.” The boy corrected whilst rolling his eyes.

“Seven, eight, they’re very similar.” She answered with a wave of her hand. “Now why don’t you go and annoy someone else for a change?” He skulked off to the other side of the room and placed himself at a table full of nurses that liked to coo over him in sickbay.

“So will we have the pleasure of his company on the Darkhawk?” The commander asked.

“Unfortunately we will. His father thinks I don’t spend enough time with him, although he still denies all responsibility for the idea of taking Joe on the Darkhawk with me.” She told him. For a moment Lorian was silent, looking back over his shoulder at the floppy haired boy.

“His name is Joe?” He asked with a forced casualness. Rhea nodded and gave a brief smile, watching the reaction of the first officer closely. It was only the slightest things that changed, the dilation of his pupils, the colour in his cheeks, but something told her he was ill at ease. After a few seconds he raised his head from where it had been lowered and took a deep breath.

“So, I take you have been rather busy, what with all the casualties coming in?” He said with a change of subject.

“Yes its been quite a manic few days.” Rhea agreed. “I only arrived on Wednesday and had no idea what was in store. I had been about half an hour when they called all hands to sickbay to help with the injured. In three days we must have gone through over four hundred patients.” She mused.

“Wow. Well, that experience alone will probably be enough to impress the Captain. Actually I expect he will be wanting to see you at some point. Speaking of which, I have a meeting in ten minutes, or should I say another meeting. If you’re free later some of the crew are meeting for drinks in the bar. You’re very welcome to come along, it’ll give you the chance to meet us lot.” He finished with a genuine smile. Rhea stood in politeness as he rose from his seat and he shook her hand again before he left. Checking her son was still in the general vicinity the doctor sank back into the seat to finish her coffee.

[Scott McLean]

Scotty McLean could not sleep the night before, his mind was racing all night long. Standing in front of airlock 2 McLean yawned hard. He shook his head quickly and looked around to noticed several others yawning hard after he did.

McLean looked up at the light system the station had set up, red was for an unoccupied dock, yellow was for a docked ship that has not attached ot the air lock system, and green was the color to signal people can start to board or deboard a ship. McLean was like a kid in a candy store who wanted all the treats he could have in a single moment. Several crewmates joked as they watched McLean pace waiting for that yellow light to change to green.

After a few moments the Chief Engineer finally got his wish. The door to the air lock slid open and people started to walk out from the air lock. McLean looked on eagerly as he saw several of his engineering teams walk away with loved ones, friends, and new officers.

The air lock was just about empty when he spotted her, Stephanie, the love of his life and the mother of his children. As she spotted him she ran through the air lock dropping her bags at the door way. The two embrased each other holding each other tight until the small sounds of familiar voices broke up the reuninion.

"Dad, this place looks trashed." Andy said.

"Well we saw a little bit of combat before you guys arrived." McLean replied.

"I thought you siad everything was fine." Stephanie began her interogration.

"Can we talk about this later." McLean quickly fired back.

"Daddy!" A small voice yelled.

McLean bent down and picked up his Vanessa, his 8 year old daughter, "How is my little pumpkin?" He asked.

"Tired, that was a really long ride." She replied.

"Yes I know it was," McLean said as he kissed her cheek, "Lets get going to our new home."

[Jonathan Kirk]

Kirk walked through the station, looking over the reports that had come in through each station on the Darkhawk. Repairs and the refits were going much faster than he had expected.

It seems I might actually have some down time, Kirk thought to himself as he finished the last report.

Stepping onto a lift he rode it all the way to the Command Deck. As Kirk stepped off the lift he was shocked to find the Command Deck in nearly perfect order, with the exception of plasma burns on the walls the station was looking like nothing ever happened. Walking towards Caspian's officer Kirk was passed by a single Commander wearing a black undershirt. After Kirk passed the Commander he turned around and watched his walk away. Kirk pressed the door chime and entered after he heard Caspian's voice on the other side of the door.

"Was that an intellegence officer I just saw?" Kirk asked.

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After a few hours Kirk left Caspian's office. It seemed that all the details had been worked out between in the up coming meeting with the Metrons. Kirk steill felt it was his place to be there for the peace talks, but it seemed that Starfleet felt an Admiral was better suited to talk peace with the Metrons.

"Captain Richardson to Captain Kirk."

"Hey, Tom what can I do for you?" Kirk replied.

"Well it has been some time since I saw you last John, I thought we could get together and you can give me that rematch you promised."

"Oh, I do not know about that Tom. You know how long it has been since I have thrown?"

"That does not matter. I set up time on your stations holodeck. Holosuit 3, 1305 tomorrow. Bring your best players, I already have my team together. Tom out."

"Hey, wait." Kirk said but he was cut off by Captain Richardson.

Kirk laughed as he walked to the turbo lift. It had been years since he played a baseball game and now his long time Academy friend wants a rematch of a game they played years ago. Kirk smiled as he began to think about the officers he had aboard the Darkhawk.

I think we could make a pretty good team, Kirk thought to himself.

Walking to the nearest wall console and sent out messages to all his senior staff members informing them of the baseball game that is to take place just the very next day.

"If only Commander Ko'Vor was still around. I could sure use his bat." Kirk said out loud as he send the the message.

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Baseball Game Post

[Ko'Vor]

The fleet tightly packed entered klingon space, and were soon within orbit of Qro'nos.

there was no heroes welcome, no parade. instead the ships were all taken into separate docks and after disembarking Ko'Vor was instantly summoned to the high council.

there he saw his farther sitting beside the klingon leader 'Farseth' He has had been promoted to second commander of the senate. he fleet honoured that some of his family was doing well.

'Speak' Farseth hissed.
'I, Captain Ko'Vor accept full responsibility for the losses of the warriors today, in both the station and house battles. but I am also proud to say our fleets won on both occasions in Glorious battle!'
'Your report is read, I see you did your best as a klingon. but tell me ko'Vor, you called yourself captain, why?'

Ko'Vors face dropped. this was what he had known what was going to happen, he was just waiting. apparently not much longer though. he was about to be de-moted, he had been dishonoured and was going to suffer with the loss of his name, fleet and all items.

'Assin, You are his farther, you tell him' the height commander said turning to Assin.

'My son. you have controlled my fleet and upheld our family values for 13 years now. and you have done well. but here you have shown you are no longer worthy of that rank.'

there was a pause, Ko'Vor stood there, tension in his heard great substantially.

'With the power invested by Kaylas and the klingon council, I hear bye...'

Ko'Vor hated these pauses. they were filling him with rage.

'Promote you to General, and give you complete control of our new ship, the I.K.S. U'Hitar, and honour you with all the rights and privileges herein for that position. You also maintain control of my second fleet. I am honoured to have you as my first bourn'.

shocked Ko'Vor had nothing to say. instead he bowed and turned to leave the room, stopping to turn his head back to look at his farther. he hadn't seen him for 7 years. 'thank you Sir'
'Call me Farther, son.

They had had a bad past together, he didn’t like to discuss it but Ko'Vor often blamed that on his obsessive ness to try and get jobs done efficiently. so that he could prove himself. so he would outgrow his farther, but it seemed he still needed him, even if it was just to tell him where he stands.

'thank you.... Farther'

[Lorian Smith]

Lorian could not think of anything better, he was fixing the ship. It kept him busy and kept him away from the letters. The letters to the family of the dead. Usually this horrible honor went to the Captain of where they served, but the casualty list of the Battle of Beta-Metroria Prime was so extensive that Lorian was asked to help out the captains. For the first time, Lorian felt sorry for Captain's of starships, they knew that sooner or later they would loose someone, but not in these numbers. Lorian had been very subdued because of this fact, which was very strange for the young commander. He had been young when he was given this rank, but he started to doubt the viability of this decision. Lorian felt that he was not ready, well not ready for this.

The news of the three nebula class ships, U.S.S. Ventura, Abbotson and Omaria brought new life to, which made Lorian happy. These people needed to get going with their lives because if they didn’t they would of let the borg when.

“Commander, I have just received news that the Ventura has brought us our doctor,” a young ensign reported to him.

”Okay good,” Lorian said as he took the PADD and added a new order. The doctor would have to adjust to her quarters later. Her services where needed on the station.

“Your dismissed ensign,”

The next second Lorian heard the turbolift door opened. He was about to tell them to go away, there were too many people on the bridge anyways. But he was glad to see that it was the captain. Lorian noticed that he also didn’t like all the chaos on the bridge.

“Captain on the bridge!” Commander Smith yelled.

The bridge instantly became quiet as everybody on the bridge stood at attention. Kirk took a moment to let the silence sink in before he ordered them back to their duties.

“As you were,” Kirk said, “but, be a bit more quiet about it.” Lorian smiled at the Captain’s order and followed him into his ready room. Lorian was surprised to see an ensign sitting at the Captain’s desk. Lorian noticed that they were drinking coffee, something that sounded very good at the moment, but first he wanted to go off on them, but the Captain started speaking first.

“Comfortable?” Kirk asked sternly.

The young engineer quickly jumped to his feet and stood at attention. The other engineer followed suit very quickly. Commander Smith walked around to the back of the engineers picking up the two cups of coffee and placing them back on the replications.
“Gentlemen, go about your business.” Kirk said letting the engineers off the hook.

Lorian couldn’t believe it, but he wouldn’t question the captain. Lorian was just like them when he was younger, and he was happy to find out that so was his Captain.

“Here you go” Lorian said as he placed the coffee mug on the Captain table.

“Thank you,” Kirk said taking the cup of coffee, “Do you have the refit list?”

Commander Smith handed over a single PADD as he sipped his coffee. Kirk took it out of Smith’s hand and started to look over it. His eye brows lifted as he noticed the refits were looking very interesting.

USS Darkhawk, NX-32283
Refit List

Install:
A: Adaptive Shield Sensor Array
B: Adaptive Pule Cannon/Phaser Sensor Array
C: Secondary Matter/Anti-Matter reaction chamber
D: Secondary power grid

Repair:
A: Starboard Warp Nacelle
B: Hull Integrity Field
C: Xentronium Armor
D: Battle Damage

Lorian was very happy when he read the list; the federation was giving them everything they needed. Lorian felt that they would need more ships, but the Metron’s would be plenty of help.

"Wow." Kirk said sounding shocked.

"I know, Starfleet is not going to spare any expenses for this station of this ship. I saw the refits on the Station; it is impressive to say the least." The meeting with the Captain went well enough; they spoke more about the refits to the Darkhawk and to DSB than anything else. No one wanted to talk about the fresh wounds the borg had made in them.

[Daya]

Daya was busy trying to "remove" anyone near his station, he did not want anyone except him touching it, and he showed it.

"Back off, or you'll get hurt" He kept shouting, as a few engineers ventured alittle close, trying to give him a hand. He smartly tapped one on his knuckles with a stray peice of tubing. " i said back off"

Soon, he had his station to himself, no one bothered him. He was satisifed with his work, and his work ethic. he had managed to only hit three engineers with parts of his station, and none of them were seriously injured.

"alright, fine. you win" He finally said when a group of 5 engineers made their way towards his console. He stormed out of the bridge and went to sickbay.

When he arrived, he saw the docter talking with Starfleet Intell. "what the bloody hell" he said to himself as he stepped in. "routine checkup?" a nurse asked him, he nodded and sat on a biobed. " Its been a wekk since your last checkup, you should have been in here twice already"

Daya rolled his eye and nodded his head again, he kpet looking over at the office, waiting to see what would happen

[Fenel]

The Intelligance commander stared at Fenel intently. "Something has caught our attention, but I am not at liberty to expand on that. You are currently on probation. You may still serve the crew and go about your normal business but keep in mind that you are under observation. I will also need full acess to your personnal files and any transmissions you have sent since boarding."

Fenel was outraged, some of those transmissions where private. "Who has given you this authroization, I will not open up my files to you without a warrent!"

"Central command has authorized any actions I see fit to take. There has been a switch over in the intelligance Section and the new Admiral saw fit to examine this Station. You don't need to know anythng more." The commander replied as he stood up. "You are dismissed Ensign, I will stay here and examine your files."

Fenel really didn't feel comfortable leaving the Commander Ikar in her office with out her supervision, but didn't seem to have a choice. She stood, gave the Commander a crisp salute and headed out in to the infirmary where Willow was talking to a Lieutenant Commander she didn't recougnise.

"What was that about?" Willow asked.

"Typical SF Intelligance paranoia, nothing to worry about." Fenel replied.I hope

"Oh, okay" Willow seemed to know not to dig any deeper. "This is Lieutenant Commander Daya, he's here for a routine checkup, one he should have come in for several weeks ago."

Fenel smiled at the human. "Command?" she asked, Daya gave her a funny look. "I'm colour blind, sorry."

"Tactical." Daya replied. "On the DarkHawk."

"You don't need to come to me for a physical then, the DarkHawk just got her new CMO." Fenel said, as she put down the tricorder she had just picked up.

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Off: Daya I can't find your bio, do you have one??

[Church]

"No, damnit, twist the knob counterclockwise and then pull it. You don't get anything from twisting clockwise."

"Sorry, sir," said the new marine. "I- I havn't memorised the entire manual yet, and-"

"Excuses arn't acceptable," snarled Church. "Finish memorising before the next drill, which-" he raised his voice "-is tommorow at 0800. Everyone got that?"

There was a chorus of "yes, sir"s.

"Good. Dismissed." Church followed his teams out of the holodeck. He could have sworn the newbies were even more lax than the last group. They couldn't even place charges properly in battle scenarios...

After taking a shower, Church headed to the bar. Commander... Church thought for a moment... Smith was there, apparently waiting for others to arrive. Church sat down next to him.

"Commander Smith, correct?" asked Church.

"Yes," said Lorian, turning and offering his hand. "You're the Marine, um... Church."

"Yes," replied Church. "I'd like to thank you and whoever else was responsible for getting us some more Marines here. They're still green, but I'll get them into shape soon enough."

The bartender came over to the two officers. "What would you like, Captain?" he asked referring to Church's Marine rank.

"Rom- oh, you probably don't have that. What would you advise?"

"Well, I'll give you something and you can tell me how you like it," said the bartender with a knowing air, handing Church a glass.

"Thanks," said Church. The bartender went to greet another officer. Church turned back to Smith.

"Commander, I've heard there's a new Intel officer aboard. Do you know who it is? I've met several before, and most of them have been friendly enough."

Tag: Lorian.

[Lorian Smith]

Lorian had just finished his meeting with Captain Kirk and left the Darkhawk for a bit of a break. The fact that Starfleet would help them was comforting. They could use more help, but hopefully they would get the idea and send more supplies. Matt of course was day dreaming as he was walking around the station and when he felt someone bump into him he wasn't surprised.

He was surprised when the person that he bumped into was a little boy of no more than eight. He instinctly thought of his boy, Riley. His boy had never liked Joesph, which brought a small smile to his face.

"How are you doing?" Lorian said as he went down to the kid's eye level.

"I'm fine, how are you Commander?" the kid said.

"You're smart to already know my rank," Lorian said smiling at him.

"Rhea is a Lt. Commander," the kid said.

"Who is Rhea?" Lorian said already knowing the answer.

"My mother," the kid said casually. Lorian was surprised as the kid led him to where a young women was drinking some coffee.

“Hey. Hey. Look who I found…” Yelled a small high pitched voice in her ear. Rhea rolled her eyes and looked skeptically at her son. “This is Commander Smith, you know, the first officer on the Darkhawk.” He said with a wide grin, introducing the officer in red blazer to whose sleeve he had attached himself in order to drag him over to his mother. Lorian smiled inwardly at the Lt. Commander and patted the kid on the head. Lorian liked the little rugrat, but it seemed his mother was really mad at him. Rhea choked into her coffee and stood up in a rush. The insuing conversation was pretty much about what she had been doing since she arrived a couple of days ago, but that all changed quickly once they started talking about her child.

“His father thinks I don’t spend enough time with him, although he still denies all responsibility for the idea of taking Joe on the Darkhawk with me.” She told him. For a moment Lorian was silent, looking back over his shoulder at the floppy haired boy. Lorian gasped for air, when he heard that name. It coudn't be Joe, Lorian thought that he was mistaken so he asked again.

“His name is Joe?” He asked with a forced casualness. Lorian was silent for the longest time, he was fighting back tears, but luckily he was able to back them off. He quickly changed the topic and excused himself.

Later that evening

Lorian was waiting for all the officer's to arrive. He had invited Ensign Anderson, Commander Daya, Commander Jones, and the Captain. Lorian felt very bad that he forgot to ask Captain Church, Lorian had personally requested more marines, but he had to get use to their rank.

"Commander Smith, correct?" asked Church.

"Yes," said Lorian, turning and offering his hand. "You're the Marine, um... Church."

"Yes," replied Church. "I'd like to thank you and whoever else was responsible for getting us some more Marines here. They're still green, but I'll get them into shape soon enough." That's what Lorian wanted to hear and he was happy that the Captain was also.

"Commander, I've heard there's a new Intel officer aboard. Do you know who it is? I've met several before, and most of them have been friendly enough."

"No, Captain I do not, I have not had the pleasure of meeting him yet, but once I do I'll let you know," Lorian said. "Would you like to join us?" Lorian asked this because he saw Ensign Anderson, Commander Daya, and Commander Jones heading his way.

<Tag Daya, Katie, Rhea, Church>

[Rhea Jones]

The syringe shook slightly as the blonde woman in a white coat administered its contents into the surgical tube. As she finished, she let out her breath, standing up and admiring the small orange color that appeared inside the glass instrument. That should be the first sample finished, but it would still need more testing to make sure that it was safe to use on the patients. She ordered the computer to run a full diagnostic on it and to get back to her. Meanwhile, the first centrifuge she had set up had completed its final circuit and was ready for examination. The doctor opened up the hefty metal box and extracted her various blood samples, setting them side by side in a holder on the work surface.

Ooo don’t they look pretty. A voice said in her right ear. Rhea ignored it, now was not the time for a conversation. She pulled up the results of the protein analysis on the screen in front of her and settled down to analyse them.

I like the middle one the best, don’t you. Certainly looks like it would suit Mr. Benson over there. It matches his eyes. Rhea frowned and looked up from her work.

“Please. Stop talking. And leave Mr. Benson out of this.” Rhea said aloud. Anyone watching would have been astounded to see her apparently conversing with thin air. There was no answer for a moment and then.

I was only trying to be of service.. Said the male voice sadly. It was true, Rhea thought, Ripper had come in very useful in the past, his most recent venture being to save her from the clutches of the Romulan aggressors on the planet Tulu VII, but now was not a good time for him to try and prove his worth. She looked up at his corporal image, which was leaning back on the counter arms folded in an offended manner.

“Yes, thank you, but not now ok. I hate to think what your analytic techniques are like.” She mentioned. The lethean manifestation took the hint, and almost instantly vanished from her sight. Now, why couldn’t he do that permanently Rhea wondered.

With a sigh the young doctor continued with her work: after two years she thought she would be used to him by now, but it was still psychologically surprising when he popped up out of nowhere. For once she was also pleased that Joe was not around to get under her feet. Much as she loved to be with him, clinical skills in the lab were taking all of her present concentration. With Ripper now becoming a permanent feature of her day to day activities, it was almost like having two children most of the time. It was difficult to tell which one she preferred. Ripper was certainly quieter, but there was also the fact that he was lurking around inside her own mind that was somewhat off-putting.

No more than two minutes had passed when she heard somebody clear their throat behind her. She quieted her impulse to shout.

“I told you to get out of my head.” She stated as though it were part of a simple conversation. Without looking around to see if he had obeyed she went back to her work.

“I’m sorry, If I’m disturbing you I could come back later?” The voice continued. With a hideous wave of cold dawning on her Rhea gently placed her syringe on the top and turned around trying not to cringe.

“Sorry Captain.” She said, noticing his pips. “I thought you were, um, someone else…” She attempted to explain.

“Not to worry Doctor.” He said with a smile. “I am Jonathan Kirk, Commanding Officer of the Darkhawk. My first officer suggested I introduce myself, he said you might be too busy to come to me. And I can see why. Should I come back when you are free?” He said.

“Oh, this shouldn’t take me long…” She said shortly.

“Alright then, I’ll wait in the office. Will you have a coffee with me?” He asked. Rhea answered in the affirmative and the captain disappeared through a door on her left. Five minutes later, with the computer working flat out on her analysis, the doctor joined him on the padded chairs in the office. Kirk placed a steaming mug on the coaster in front of her and sat back casually.

“So, welcome to Deep Space Beta.” He began. “You come highly appraised by my executive officer.” He mentioned.

“Thank you Sir.” Rhea answered, with the slightest hint of a blush.

“You also come highly recommended by Starfleet, or at least, for the most part…” He continued.

“Yeah, did they give you the bog standard profile or the colorful one?” she asked gingerly.

“Well, I certainly hope that was the colourful one. It was slightly more vibrant than the average profile.” He said with a laugh. Rhea gave a small chuckle which was a little less then genuine. If she was honest, she did not know exactly how much information was in her more ‘colourful’ profile. Of course there were some authorities to whom she had had to reveal almost everything about Ripper when they had eventually found out, but she had hoped a lot of that would remain classified, however the questioning look on the Captains face seemed to suggest otherwise.

<Tag: Captain>