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New Command
Log by
Commodore Jason Granyx Storm


Storm studied the PADD that laid on his old oaken desk. He
studied the names for his new command. Lieutenant Commander Hans was to be
his XO, the Commander was obviously a well trained engineer and the Commodore
also noticed that the Lieutenant Commander had turned down command. Jason
could not help but wonder if it was a career move, was the Commander holding
out for a desired command or was he just holding himself
back until he was ready. Storm raised his dark brown eyebrows, that would
have to be a conclusion that would have to wait until he met the Commander.
Speaking of which, Hans was due in at any time now. The Commodore
stretched back slightly and wandered over to window. He gazed out over the
campus and the cadets running back and forth. Most of the personnel that
would be joining the Corps of Engineers would be freshly graduated Ensigns
returning back to the very institution that had currently just sent them on
their way. Jason straightened his uniform and glanced around his office. He
turned his attention back to the Academy grounds.
Storm caught his reflection in the window. He studied himself as
the reflection seemed to be doing the same. He was a long way from the Cadet
that graced these grounds, or the green ensign aboard the Hermes. The Hermes,
he often kept a quiet tab on how she was doing, the Hermes was a fine lady.
He did that for all of his previous commands and it was easy to do since
being on Earth in HC. Now it would be different, The Commodore would be
back among the stars where he belonged. It would not be aboard a starship or
a starbase, but a runabout.
The Corps. of Engineers would take to the stars aboard three
runabouts. They would not have the luxuries that most ships provided or the
spacious accommodations. He didn't care, it would be him and the crew against
what ever the galaxy decided to throw at them. Storm chuckled slightly at
himself for trying to drum up excitement of being sent to repair and rebuild.
He, however, knew better then most that the most routine of assignments had a
way of turning around and become very dangerous. The team had what seemed
like simple assignments but all were other then normal places.
All the team was trained engineers, well all except Storm, and they
were returning to the Academy to get crossed trained in other fields. They
would need Science, Medical, Security and Tactical even though they were not
slotted for them on the team. Jason was glad though he was given these extra
weeks to get the people trained for their new assignments. Only time would
tell he thought as he straightened his uniform and headed out of his
office.

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The Meeting
Log By
Commodore Storm and LtCommander Hans

Jason stood up from behind his desk and set the PADD down gently.
The Commodore then made his way over to the replicator on the wall. "Coffee
number 6." As the Coffee materialized with a shimmer, Jason found himself
looking back out his window. Soon he would be free the chains of his desk and
back among the stars.
Hans made his way down the corridor towards the Commodore's office.
He had been wondering about his new CO for a while now. At least all those
thoughts would now be put to rest. As Hans approached the door he hit the
chime twice.
Blinking Jason brought his thoughts back to the here and now. He
turned towards the door as he heard the chime again. "Enter, " He said
simply.
Hans crossed through the doorway and stood before the Commodore's
desk. Jason turned slightly away from the Replicator, "Ah Commander Hans. I
have been expecting you." The Commodore offered his hand.
Hans nodded with a smile and shook his hand. "Good to finally meet
you sir."
"Like wise, Commander." Storm turned back towards the replicator. "I
was just getting a drink, care for anything?"
"No thank you sir, I am fine."
Jason nodded silently and removed his coffee form the replicator.
Then he turned back around to Hans, "Please have a seat, Commander." Hans
took the seat across from Storm, his hands folded in his lap. Jason moved to
sit on the edge of his desk and he set the coffee down, "Commander lets
dispense with the formalities shall we?"
Leaning back he nodded, "Please go on."
"Have you had a chance to look at our first assignment? It does not
leave us much time to get the new Engineers trained before we head out."
"No, it does not, I hope the recruits are able to handle the
accelerated schedule."
Jason sighed, "It is pretty normal assignment but it is on the
edge of federation space. Which makes it more then normal."
"Right, although it shouldn't be too bad... I've had a number of
missions similar to this one. As long as we're cautious we shouldn't run
into too many snags."
Jason shifted slightly and then studied the Commander for a moment
before he said what was on his mind, "Their could be any number of surprises
for us..traps, saboteurs anything. While we have been in these situations the
new ensigns will
not have been. Their will be a lot of variables to consider." Jason turned
his gaze from a one of study to a little harder.
Hans nodded again, "Sir, may I ask you something?"
Jason leaned back a little and nodded, "By all means."
He paused collecting his thoughts, carefully selecting the words for
his question. "I reviewed your personnel records prior to our meeting, and I
neglected to find much about any engineering background there. I was curious
if perhaps you might share what experience you've had."
Jason smiled slightly, "I am glad you have done your homework
Commander." He stood up and then looked back to the Hans. "Every Starship
Captain is
trained in all areas of the ship and while by experiences in Engineering may
not be as extensive as yours and still have some. " Hans kept himself from
rolling his eyes at the statement, waiting for the how great being a starship
captain speech to come up. "Experience." Jason continued and nodded oblivious
to the thoughts of Hans. "But I will be honest with the you Commander." Jason
looked down at the Commander with certainty in his eyes. "I have
been asked to command a team of the Engineers because of my security
training."
Jason turned around and spun the monitor. "Several Engineer teams
have been lost due to unforeseen circumstances. You more then anyone should
be aware of this." Hans nodded, understanding that fact all too well. Storm
continued, "They are hoping that my security and command experience might
help prevent this from happening."
"An interesting approach."
"To say the least, I am sure." Jason took a sip of his coffee.
Then he reached for a PADD and handed it to Hans. "Here is the personnel
assigned to the
team."
Hans eagerly took the PADD and began reviewing it, "Thank you."
Jason settled back on the corner of his desk, "Commander I
appreciate your forwardness and I hope I can count on it in the field."
He stood, "That you can sir, thank you for the roster."
Storm shook his head, "Good." Jason stood again, "Also you will see
the runabouts are here. They are over on the landing field. You have already
been
given access to them."
Hans glanced up from the PADD, "Outstanding sir, I will inspect
them immediately."
"I was going to head over there myself." Storm added as an
invitation to Hans.
He paused for a second, "I shall meet you there, I have one quick
stop to make before I head over."
"Very well, Commander." Storm said as he headed for the door.

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The injustice of the few
Log by
Commodore Storm

Jason studied the pieces of the stabilizers and he shook his head.
Several pieces were obvious damaged from normal stress fractures and worn
from age, but others were missing completely or blatantly sabotaged. It was
almost as if the saboteurs had started the operation and then realized they
were running out of time. Which was why some had whole pieces missing and
weren't inconspicuously tampered with.
Storm threw down the severed tectonic spindle and motion tumbler.
Whoever these terrorist were had no care if they sunk an entire state. The
Corps. of Engineer team performed well under the conditions. It was lucky
that him and his team were training at the Academy. The Academy Cadets worked
equally well setting up triage stations and various other assignments. They
worked well together and their combined efforts kept damage to a minimum,
but even one life lost is a tragedy.
The Commodore finishing entering his official findings in the PADD
and sighed. The injustice of the few always made the many suffer. Shaking the
thought from his head he pulled up the PADD. The rest of the teams notes and
facts were in the PADD. He read through each one of them. As he did he could
remember their faces wondering if he had the technical expertise to lead them
and he knew in turn he looked to them to see how well they would
react under the circumstances.
Both sides had faired well under the conditions he thought and
this brought a small smile to his lips. It would take time but they would
become a cohesive unit. Lowering the PADD to the side, Storm walked out of
the examination room and towards Head Quarters with his findings.

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Ensign Sam Smoke was NOT a happy camper. He had graduated among the top 20%
of the class, sure, but he didn't get the creme de la creme Commandant's
List. He was going to find out why. His grades up to this point had put him
in the top 2% of his class, and he was sure he had aced his finals. His
hands-on finals he KNEW had been perfect. What could have happened to the
written tests and essays that brought him down?

He went back to his quarters, looking for all the world like a thundercloud.
People stepped out of his, strangers and aquaintances alike, startled by his
demeanor. It was so unlike him that they just quietly opened a path for him.
He never even noticed them.

Perfunctorily opening dis dorm quarters, he thundered over to the terminal
and brought up his records. His jaw dropped open as he read what he found.
None of his tests scored above an 80! He even saw one that just barely edged
out of failure range! He re-read everything, noting the instructor names and
comments. They all said things like "bored in class" or "treats the class
like a joke". What happened here?

He was about to hail the Commandant's office when a message came through for
him, marked Priority Alpha 1. He gave his security code and read intently.

"Ensign Samuel Gaul Smoke, effective immediately you are hereby ordered to
report to the Engineering Department and Commodore Jason Storm, where you
will receive your first assignment. Message ends."

Samuel wondered why would he be sent a priority one message to report to a
Commodore who was already on the grounds? This had to be important. OK, he
would fix this after he reported to the Commodore and figured out what this
assignment was. What really suprised him was that he got his requested
assignment in spite of his final scores. Someone up there must really like
him after all.

He quickly piled what he hadn't already packed into his duffle and secured
everything on the bed. Well, almost everything. He saved all the data from
the test display and put the recording in his pocket. He figured perhaps the
Commodore might be able to help him figure it out, if he wasn't already
predjudiced by the readout. If he was, it was going to be a long
assignment....

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Sam filed out of the auditorium, wondering silently what had happened in the
auditorium. All the shaking, dripping and noises definitely did not add up
cohenrently.

Lost in thought as he pondered these mysteries, he was interrupted by a loud
growl. Startled, he looked around for the animal just before he realized,
~Hey, wait a minute, that was me...~ He looked down at his offending stomach
just as it complained rather loudly again, drawing a look from a passing
student.

He smiled weakly at the student and hurried along. ~Man, I am starved! All
this stuff going on and I forget to eat.~ "Time to fix that little
oversight," he decided aloud.

Reaching the cafeteria, he ordered up a huge meal of Steak and Eggs with a
hearty helping of Altarian beans and fresh Terran butter. To top it off, he
poured himself a hot cup of coffee to wash it down with. He grabbed a seat,
whistled apreciatively at the aroma and dug in with gusto.

Meanwhile, his mind still turned over and over the facts of the preceding
ceremony, knowing there was something significant about everything that
happened, but unable to figure out the common link. The cadets, after
initial thougt on the subject, were not responsible for the happenings. All
of the occurences would have taken some time and preparation to set up, and
there had been no advance warning that his advanced studies group would
attend the
ceremony. So that was out.

There were other little discrepencies nagging at the back of his mind as
well. Things that said that all of these things are interconnected somehow,
but he just couldn't see it.

He came back to focus just in time to realize he was looking down at a rather
empty plate, a pleasan feeling in his gut and a vague memory of having eaten
(and possibly tasted?) his food. "Wish I'd paid a bit more attention to the
meal."

Sighing wistfully, he got up and took his plate and cup leaning unit and slid
it in. Making his way to the exit he stopped and tried to decide where he
needed to go next.

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Setting up Operations
Log by
Commodore Jason G. Storm

Jason cleared off the dusty console. The display was etched
in Cardassian writings but almost everyone knew that the famed Jem Hadar had
used this particular planet to interrogate and torture prison. The Commodore
but could not help but imagine the smell of death in the air, he was not sure
whether it was his imagination working over time or if the very foundation
was stained with so much death that not even
time could erase the odor. He shook his head slightly and went back about his
work.
Clearing a space, he set down a federation marked box.
Popping the sides he opened the case and attached the power coupling he had
run but moments before. In a few moments he had a fully operation flat LED
LCARS panel in front of him. The sensor data was actually feed from the
shuttles sensor arrays. The Runabouts had been arranged in a triangular
pattern and with their sensor grids tied in the range of the sensors had been
doubles in
all directions. Other units were setting up a com relay station so they could
have ground base communications with Starfleet, however, that unit was still
an hour away from completion.
Storm pressed several of the indicators on the LCARS unit.
Delaney had informed him earlier of the life signs she had detected with in
the sand storm. The Commodore had hoped it would be the missing veteran
engineers but upon landing in the complex the life signs could not be
reconfirmed through a sensor sweep. With the sensors range doubled now,
Jason was trying again to detect the life signs. He sighed as the scans came
up empty
again. Either the Ensign was mistaken or the life signs had ceased to
function, either way the truth needed to be found out.
As soon as the sand storm stopped and the Ion interference had
subsided he would dispatch a group to check out the area while the others
began their primary mission, the dismantling of AkMal. Until the storm calmed
down, Storm began on the teams secondary objective, he began to retrieve all
the data from the systems. The computer cores would have to be removed and
experts would try to retrieve the deleted data from the cores. It would be a
long mission, but the sooner they started the sooner they could get out of
this death ridden hell hole.

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Instinct or Superstition
Log by
Commodore Jason Granyx Storm

The lights dimmed, causing the small operations set up to go
pitch black. Storm stood up cautiously his famed sixth sense warning him of a
danger. He wasn't sure of how or where, then he realized he was alone in
operations. In took in a sharp breath and all of his security training took
over. His reflexes tensed and his muscles coiled as he scanned through the
darkness.
Jason jumped slightly at the sound of his comm badge, almost
as if to ward off an incoming attack. The Commodore chuckled slightly and
shook his head, "You are getting old Jase." This place, the place of death
for so many was getting to him more then he had thought.
Then the comm badge flicked on again, "Ensign Biaz to
Commodore Storm. "
Storm tapped the badge, "Storm here go ahead."
"Yes, Commodore, We have found a severed power coupling. We
will have power in a few minutes."
The Commodore breathed a sigh of relief. He returned the comm,
"Good, get power restored and then start tearing down the inner shell of the
North wing."
Moving along the console, Storm stopped waiting for Biaz to
acknowledge him. He was about to hit his comm badge again when the lights
flickered back on. He moved back over to the console that he had been
standing at. His fingers flew over the LCARS unit, doing a security sweep of
the complex.
All fourteen members of his team was accounted for and in the
right locations. No one else was indicated on the sensor sweep. Now he
definitely knew this place was really getting to him. He shook of the feeling
he had earlier that someone was right next him. He turned though and scanned
the room once more. He had lived along time depending on his instincts and he
was not about to take any chances. "Storm to all team members, check
in."

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Rude Awakening
Log by
Commodore Storm

         Storm just stared at the monitor for a moment, almost as if he
stunned by the admirals comments. He shook his head slightly and then looked
back to the Admiral. "You knew the Jem Hadar were here?" Even as Storm said
it, he could not believe it.
          "Well, we weren't sure Commodore," came the gruff voice of the
Admiral. "We thought we were detecting Dominion activity in the area. You did
not actually think we would have any real need of anything else at the
facility."
           "Admiral, in case you have not heard the war is over." Storm said
with a little more bite then he should have.
           "We are aware of the current affairs of the Star Fleet,
Commodore." the older man retorted. "But because the Dominion surrendered,
does not mean they will not have a spy network still in place. This is good
we have discovered this operation."
           "Good, " Jason could barely contain his anger. "Admiral, might I
remind you that several good officers have died here and several more might
not make it out.
          The Admiral shook his head, "It was a calculated risk Commodore,
besides everyone is expandable in maintaining the whole of the Federation."
The Admiral paused. "I expect you to follow you orders, Commodore."
         Jason was about to voice another objection but then the transmission
on the other end ceased. He stood there for a moment staring only at the
symbol of the Federation. Turning around the Commodore knew what needed to be
done. Bit how to do it without it costing any more team members.

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Engineer's
Lament

Now each of us from time to time, has gazed upon the sea
And watched the warships pulling out,to keep this country free
And most of us have read a book, or heard a lusty tale,
About the men who sail these ships,through lightening, wind and hail.
But there's a place within each ship, that legend fails to teach.

It's down below the waterline, it takes a living toil-
A hot metal living hell, that sailors call the "HOLE".
It houses engines run by steam, that the shafts go 'round,
A place of fire and noise and heat, that beats your spirits down.
Where boilers like a hellish heart, with blood of angry steam
Are of molded gods without remorse, are nightmares in a dream.

Whose threat that from the first roar, is life living doubt,
That any minute would with scorn, escape and crush you out.
Where turbines scream like tortured souls, alone and lost in hell,
As ordered from above somewhere, they answer every bell.
The men who keep the fires lit, and make the engine run.
Are strangers to the world of night and rarely see the sun.

They have no time for man or God, no tolerance for fear,
Their aspect pays no living thing, the tribut of a tear.

For there's not much that men can do, that thes men haven't done.

Beneath the decks, deep in the holes, to make the engines run,
And every hour of every day, they keep the watch in hell,
For if fires ever fail, their ships a useless shell.

When ships converge to have a war, upon an angry sea,
The men below just grimly smile, at what their fate might be.
They're locked in below like men fore doomed, who hear no battle cry,
It's well assumed that if they're hit, the men below will die.
For every day's a war down there when the gauges all read red,
Twelve hundred pounds of heated stem can kill you mighty dead.

So if you ever write their sons, or try to tell their tale,the very words
would make you hear, a fired funace's wail.
And people as a general rule, don't hear of men of steel.
So little's heard about the place, and try and make you see,
The hardened life of men down there, cause one of them is me.

I've seen these sweat soaked hero's fight, in superheated air,
To keep their shipalive and right, though no one knows they're there.
And thus they'll fight for ages on, till warships sail no more,
Amid the boiler's mighty heat, and the turbine's hellish roar.
SO when you see a ship pull out, to meet a war like foe,
Remember faintly if you can, THE MEN WHO SAIL BELOW!!

Presented to the Engineer's Past, Present and Future.

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Play Time is Over
Log by
Commodore Jason G. Storm

            Jason glanced around the power interface that Ensign Bangert and
Ensign Delaney had found. It throbbed with a rhythmic pattern ad the power
flowed with each beat of the throb. The vein of power was exposed at several
junctions but it was hard to tell whether or not these areas were key
positions or just random intervals. There did not seem to be any other
important objects of note at these junctions either.
            The Commodore shivered slightly as the scene of the Klingon came
back in to a vivid portrayal in his mind. The poor Klingon must have been
strong in his time but now his remains lay half absorbed by the deck being
converted in to nutrient energy that the ship could use to function. How long
had the Klingon been aboard the vessel? How long had he survived? Storm
pushed the thought from his mind quickly as he began to wonder if he and his
team were going to end up like that.
          Jason brought him self back to reality and he almost slapped
himself in the forehead. These two clues alone and the fact there was no
other occupants yet visible gave Storm a possible idea what exactly they were
up against. He only wished he has recognized it earlier, for it might be to
late already. Storm hurried to gather the Corps. of Engineers, Exploration
time was over and it was time to figure out how to get the hell out of dodge.
The
Engineers would have to put their talents to use and figure a way put of the
alien vessel.

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Another Mission

       Jason leaned forward towards the monitor in his quarters. The monitors
lights danced with in the Commodores green eyes as he continued with the
detail of the last mission. Leaning back slightly Storm nodded, "Even though
we did not obtain conclusive evidence, we did theorize that the alien vessel
was actual a living being. We were not able to ascertain its intelligence
level. We tried to explore as much of the vessel as possible, but as I
explained earlier, Admiral, our time was becoming extremely short."
         The Admiral acknowledged the Commodores report, "Alright Jason. I
know you analysised the situation and could not afford for your team to be
aboard the vessel any longer." The Admiral paused before he continued. "I
look forward to reading your report Commodore, but I am afraid that your R&R
is being canceled."
         A surprised expression passed over the Commodores face for a brief
moment. He quickly composed himself. "Admiral, may I ask why? and what are we
going to do with are Jem Hadar prisoner...he will need an injection of
ketracel-white before to long." Jason looked to the Admiral.
         "Look Storm I am sorry," The Admiral stated simply. "This next
mission is of the utmost importance." He looked a bit weary eyed, more then
Storm had ever seen him. "Jason the USS Venture is a drift and we feared the
crew lost. They were on a scientific survey mission in the Osaro Sector." The
Admiral took in a deep breath and Storm realized that the Captain of the USS
Venture was the Admirals son.
         "Commodore, they Venture was in that region to monitor the collapse
of a Red Dwarf. The Star must have been more unstable then we first thought.
The Venture was to take survey readings of the system before the collapse of
the star, but the Red Dwarf. " The Admiral emitted an audible sigh. "The Star
released a tachyon radiation pulse and we have not heard from the crew
since."
           The Admiral sat up straight and then cleared his throat. "The ship
is drifting towards the neutral zone. The equipment on the vessel is very
sensitive Commodore. All readings indicate that the most of the ships systems
have only receive minor damage."
          Jason nodded knowing the importance of the mission not only to the
USF but to the Admiral himself.  "we are on it Admiral..we will bring home
the Venture and some answers."

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The Unspoken Truth
Must Still Remain Silent
Log By
Commodore J Storm

               Storm returned to the bridge when he was notified that the
phasers were on line. Stepping up near the tactical console he wondered where
Lieutenant Hunter had disappeared to. He smile slightly as he saw her
sleeping against the console. He nodded to himself, she had the right idea he
thought. He would let her catch a few more winks. They would all need the
rest if the crisis between the Venture and the Romulans escalated.
Unfortunately though he did not have the time, instead he moved over to the
operations control console.
              Once there he pulled up a small compact square disk. He had
finally remapped the computers central core and had access to most of the
deleted files. He was glad to see though who had ever deleted the contents
was in a hurry and did a low level format, which made his job much easier in
the long run. He carefully slipped the memory card in to the LCARS unit. The
Ops panel began to light and imagines of the former crew and their expedition
came to life from the last two weeks. Storm felt kind of guilty looking thru
the logs of others so he set up the parameters for duty logs of the command
crew only and anything that mention the Romulans or the Star in the system.
  
           The viewing still took slightly over 30 minutes. Storms face
turned ashen after he had finished viewing the last of the logs. The USS
Venture was sent to this area of space to find out why the red dwarf giant
was collapsing prematurely. At the first the crew could not find any
plausible explanation except that the star had somehow received an unusual
amount of Neutron particles and a strange new particle that had a weird
Quantum
signature. This caused Quantum fissures to erupt with in the star causing it
to burn its fuel faster speeding it along on its way to collapse.
             What Jason learned next really sent a shiver down his spine. The
Venture had stumbled across the Romulans, they had crossed the neutral zone.
The Venture witnessed the Romulans testing a strange new weapon upon the
Star..they were purposefully trying to collapse the star...Since the Venture
had caught them the Romulans turned the weapon upon the Starship....the
invisible radiation cut right through the shields like they
weren't there...and the radiation was so intense that it turned the crew into
a fine dust like substance..Commodore Storm and his team had been walking on
the ashes of the dead crew of the USS Venture...Jason instinctively looked
towards his feet and stepped back slightly off of the dust....obviously
though the weapon left no residue traces of the radiation.

           Jason glanced at the view screen and the ominous looking Romulan
warship that hung in the distance. If he played his hand to soon the team of
Engineers would end up like the crew of the Venture...but he could not let
the Romulans keep that weapon. he had to come up with a plan.

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Personal log for LT C. Hunter
Security code 546106.0.0
Alpha Red 21A

Computer begin recording.....
Its 16:00 hours and I am presently alone on the bridge and still repairing
the Tactical systems on the Venture. If my voice sounds a little like i am
echoing..pay no mind.
I am inside the console panel. I have managed to find a way to supercharge
the phasers to deliver a more crippling blow. Its our only means of defense.
Its not standard operations , nor has my modifications been approved by
Starfleet.
But our time is running out. I feel that this might be the last encounter the
Corp makes. Either the dwarf star will explode with us in range or..the
Romulans will attack us. Either way, our options are getting slimer.
Carissa sits up and wipes off her tool with a rag. Getting fatigued, she
wipes her brow with the same rag. Tying to keep awake, and ignore the aching
muscles in her back, she bends back down, to get back in the console and
continues on with her recording while she makes the last modifications.
I am a bit on edge. But i have observed all of the others and it appears to
be unanimous that we all are exhibiting some kind of tension. We need a  nice
vacation to Risa.. laughs outloud.. Tyler would like that one. I would settle
for a nice holodeck program. A huge glass of champagne with one of those
little umbrella 's in it.
A beautiful sunset, on the beach with the whitest and sofest sand, under the
stars as the sun finally sets.. that is where i would like to be.
Well.. its now or never.. She stepped up and tried to access the tac panel.
Like lights on a christmas tree, the panel lit up.
Well, what do ya know. Its working. Computer> run a level 5 diagnostic on the
Tac system and modifications to the phaser banks. Waiting patiently, Carissa
rested her head on the console door panel.
Computer> Complying.... level five diagnostic... has completed.
No defects have been detected. System is up and running. New phaser
modifications have been intiated. Theoretically, all should function
according to the new set of parameters entered in thru the  new
modifications.
Carissa did not hear the last statement.. she fell asleep before the computer
responded.