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Changing of the Guard
Or, How Sioux Came to Cousteau

SD2373, one month after the Borg attack on Sector 001

CAPTAIN SIOUX NANAIMO STRODE CONFIDENTLY THROUGH THE CORRIDORS OF
STARBASE 375 towards the Admiral's office. Her assured step belied the
turmoil in her stomach.
At five foot seven, Sioux did not have an imposing stature; what she
lacked in height, however, she more than made up for in presence. The Trill
kept her brunette hair short, in a sleek, feminine 'do that framed her high
cheekbones and intense blue eyes. Athletic by nature, she exuded a calm
strength in her stride.
She stopped before the Admiral Jonathan Chandler's door, and, taking a
deep breath, she pressed the bell.
"Come!" The doors slid open, and the Captain entered his office.
"Sioux -- how are you today?"
"Aside from being minus one vessel, sir, I'd say... well enough."
"Yes.... the Fulghum." He motioned her towards a chair in front of his
desk, and he moved to take his own seat. "At least your ship wasn't a
complete scrapheap."
She smiled despite herself. "Aye, sir. It's on its way back to Fra
Mauro as we speak, for rehaul."
"Indeed." The Admiral leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands
together. "You and your crew put up one hell of a fight."
"Thank you, sir. Fortunately, aside from the ship, we've had minimal
losses."
"A compliment to your leadership, Sioux."
Nanaimo blushed, then smiled. "Thank you." She was no telepath, but
she suddenly got the feeling this conversation wasn't about to go where she
would have liked it to. She eyed the Admiral. "Come now, Jonathan; we've
known each other too long to beat around the bushes here."
Chambers gave her a smile. "There you go again. I swear you're
half-Betazoid, Nan."
Sioux gave a wry smile in return. "I wish. It certainly would have
come in handy dealing with Murok at times."
The Admiral grinned at the mention of Sioux's Vulcan XO. "Well, I
should just get to it, then. Sioux, you're being transferred. The Captain at
Outpost Cousteau has been specifically requested for another assignment, and
we need somebody we can trust to fill the post. After considerable
deliberation, it was decided that you were the best choice."
Nanaimo stared at him for a moment, expression blank, stunned. "An...
Outpost?" She finally got out, picturing the worst. "But-- my ship! My
crew!"
He looked at her sympathetically. It was a typical reaction to news of
reassignment -- especially an assignment so different than the previous
posting.
Sioux was on her feet, pacing off the anger. "Why does Starfleet do
this?" She stood before the wide viewport, hands on hips, staring out at the
space traffic in holding patterns around SB375.
"Commander Murok has been offered command of the USS Madagascar. While
he is still considering it, I do believe he wants to take it. Your crew,
since we currently have no other ships to offer, will be reassigned,
primarily between the Outpost and Madgascar. Although some, of course, will
be going elsewhere."
The Captain stood still, continuing to stare out the viewport. An
Outpost. Well, at least it was different. And, it would afford a larger
measure of stabilty than a starship, that was true. She was trying hard to
come up with positive ways to look at the assignment. It was just hard to
picture herself any place but the Fulghum.
"And my alternative?" she finally asked.
Jonathan frowned slightly. "Desk job," he said crisply. "Not that we
wouldn't want you in command on a ship, but the Fleet has of course lost more
than one vessel in the battle at Sector 001. You're not the only Captain sans
ship right now, Sioux. We have a few vessels due out of space dock shortly;
but since your ship was salvagable, you'd have to wait until it was rebuilt
and refitted... it could be months. So, in the
meantime, you'd be stuck at a desk somewhere."
Sioux sighed. Chandler waited, patiently, for her answer. He knew that
she might not like a planetary assignment, but at least it beat a desk. She
reminded him of when Benjamin Sisko had first been assigned to DS9 -- and now
look at the man! He watched the Trill, reading her body language carefully.
Nan rolled her shoulders, reaching a hand up to rub at her neck.
"How soon would they want me?" Her voice was low.
"Immediately ... Captain Pratchett has already rendevouzed with the
Porthos."
"No rest for the wicked," Sioux murmured to herself, then chuckled.
"Okay, fine." She turned to look at him, giving her trademark smile. "When
does my transport leave?"

-=/\=-

Captain Sioux D. Nanaimo
COMMANDING OFFICER
OUTPOST COUSTEAU

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CSEC Duty Log
Major Elias
SD 9805.10

The USS Hep… hit orbit right on schedule, with the Admiral aboard. I went
outside to join the invited guests and to get a better view of it's landing.
Just as I stepped out, the ship being only a few meters away from touchdown,
a tremendous explosion erupted from one of the storage sheds near the landing
pad. The explosion engulfed the starship and briefly blew it upwards and then
it slammed into the ground, injuring many of the guests that hadgathered for
the event as well as killing many aboard the ship.
As I picked myself up off of the ground the warning that I had received from
Galex earlier in the day rushed into the forefront of my thoughts. Galex had
indicated that, through un-named sources, he believed that "The One" may have
procured a tri-cobalt device. The damage was sever enough to indicate that a
weapon of that magnitude was not out of the realm of possibilities.
While many rushed out to attend to the injured I made my way over to the
area where I believed the explosion had originated. With the approval of the
XO, Security teams were dispatched to lock down all of the entrance and exit
points to OPC and Lieutenant Silver diverted all air and space traffic away
from the outpost.
I scanned the blast area and picked up heavy indications of tri-cobalt. I
briefly looked about the area and discovered a small piece of metal with a
partial serial number stamped on it. It could have been anything but I passed
it on to one of the security officers as I made my way over to Commander
Scott.
He and Galex were heading into the smoking hulk that moments before had been
a Federation starship. I joined them and we made our way up to the bridge,
looking for survivors, in particular the Admiral. We found our intended
target and beamed out of the ship just moments before in crumbled down upon
itself.
I was concerned that there may have been another device hidden and, in the
heat of the moment, my 28 years of field training and experience were
screaming to be let loose. Had it not been for the presence of the 2nd
Officer I would have pulled my knife then and there and started cutting off
Galex' ears until he told me what he knew of the incident. Had Commander
Scott not been there and stopped me I think that I would have gotten the
Ferengi to spillhis guts, one way or the other. We lost a valuable
opportunity to get information the quick way and we will now be forced to go
about this "legally". I have detained Galex and a full debriefing of his
knowledge of the blast will begin momentarily. However, the threat of his
immediate dismemberment removed I hold out little hope that he will tell us
anything useful for fear of retaliation from "The One" or who ever is behind
this crime.
The blast sight has been cordoned off and I have asked John to lead the
investigation into the physical evidence while I query my little Ferengi
friend.

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Cleaning Up.
Duty Log
Morgan Silver
SD Now.

Sitting at his operations platform overlooking the rest of main operations.
Morgan relaxed into his new leather chair. He'd had the other one replaced
as it started to hurt his back to sit in it for more than half his usual 10
hour shift. And the new one was very, very, comfortable. Sliding across the
floor to the brand new replicator he got a cup of coffee before sliding back.
And the wheels on this one were socool. He'd briefly thought of having a
chair race while the captain was out. Smartly he gave the idea up when he
realized what she might do to him if he got caught. And with his luck lately
he knew deep down he'd get caught. Smiling lightly to himself, he takes a
drink of his coffee. Fate just seemed to have it in for him lately. First
they're was his posting. Then when he gets here they loose an officer in a
senseless accident. Then life wasso drab for quite some time and then
Galex's opened. This relieved some of the tension. And he'd really hit it
off well with the little Ferengi. And all of a sudden boom they close
Galex's and he meets Alicia. That had seemed like a very good thing. Until
he met her and found out she was the major's ex-wife. That was OK cause he
still wanted to be her friend but then his association with Galex brings him
to the eye of his superiors. It waslike a constant good bad thing. Smirking
he decides to let fate continue to deal his cards. Sitting forward he
chuckles lightly at some of the rumors he was starting to hear about
himself... It was amusing at times but at other's it seemed like no one was
ever going to understand him. Perhaps that was a good thing. Not wanting to
dwell on it further he decides to write his duty log. "Computer you suck
worse than the security that let's bombs beplaced on a landing pad. Open a
log." Grinning he takes a drink of coffee and leans back again.

"Log opened." The harsh emotionless voice replied.

Muttering under his breath about changing that voice again he begins. "Duty
log chief of operations Morgan Silver esquire. Stardate Now. The progress
on removing the debris and fixing the landing area seems to be proceeding as
scheduled. Emergency crews have done an excellent job in cleanup and repair.
And security is doing a commendable job in finding what started it all. I've
rerouted all civilian traffic and ordered extra rebuilding suppliesfor the
repairs. Power seems to be uninterrupted and I've given the medical labs
primary priority for replicators and supplies. Barring any unfortunate
occurrences, we should be getting some help from Starfleet soon. Traffic in
the system is a little on the light side but that should change before too
long. We've even started to see a small rise in Merchant's and freighters.
Computer end log."

"Log ended." It replied in it's most irritating manner.

Nodding to himself he decides that he's definitely going to change the
voice. Before he looses his mind. Grinning he starts to wonder just what he
would use for a base line. Chuckling softly he glances at the chronometer
wishing again that his shift was over so he could go get a drink at Galex's.

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=/\= CSEC Duty Log =/\
SD 9805.17
Major C.M. Elias

Doctor Winters, Lieutenant Silver, and I were assigned by the Captain to do
a follow up on the underwater smokers that I had uncovered. We boarded the
Calypso and loaded Alicia's extra gear and then headed off. I showed them
around the boat and Morgan and I went topside while Lis dove into the data
collected thus far. I offered Morgan to take the helm and he accepted,
obviously having some experience with water craft. We chatted and soon were
overthe intended site. Lis and I then prepared to dive and gather more
in-depth data that we would later analyze.

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The Race
The team of Kya and Nikki

Kya stood in front of her mirror adjusting her tunic. The deep
blue
cloth made an interesting contrast to her grey-brown fur.
Satisfied,
she picked up her hiking pack and walked out the door.

As she walked the stretch from the Main Building to the docks
Kya
looked up at the sky. Artemis and Aramis floated side by side
on the
velvet night. Kya sighed, remebering the wonderful nights on
Farydda
hiking through the wilderness with her sister Kurra. She shook
her
head, attempting to clear the memories and looked towards the
boat, her
mind going over the contest ahead. She approached the door in
silence,
listening to the happy laughter from inside. She put her paw on
the
door and took a deep breath. While at Cousteau Kya had never
let
herself be the young adult she was considered on Farydda. Here
she had
resolved to use her years of experience without acting like a
child.
Now, out of uniform and character, she told herself to let go of
the
officer's persona. With that she walked in.

Galax stood up and spoke, attempting to raise his voice to be
heard.
"Welcome, welcome. Everyone give a thanks to our host, Lt.
Morgan
Silver!"
Morgan stood and gave a short bow. 'Looks like I'm just in
time' Kya
thought to herself.

"Oh, so I would wear a dress but still get Galax to buy me
whatever I
want. Right," Nikki said. They, meaning her, Commander Scott,
and
Ensign Kya had gotten into a conversation over the auctioning of
women.
"And Counselor, that is a SINGLE PURCHASE of less than a
hundred bars
of latinum," Galax said. Surprised, Nikki growled and walked
off.
Galax stared as she left and then turned to Scott and Kya in
confusion.
"Hey, you have to have limits!"
The Commander grinned. "Women are expensive in the civilized
galaxy.
You know," he said pointedly to Galax, "Where they have
clothes?"
Kya growled. "We are not all expensive! I only need my
unifroms and a
few tunics thanks to my fur!"
"Ferengi women aren't allowed to wear clothes," said Galax.
Kya growled again. "You are a strange people. On Farydda it
is the
females who lead."
Scott smiled. "Looks like you might have to improvise, Galax."
Galax stared in surprise. "Why would you want to do that?
They'd
spend up all your profits and leave the whole civilization
latinum
free."
Kya glared at him. "How would you know?! You never gave them
a
chance!"
"And they call us Ferengi weird," Galax mumbled.
Kya bristled. "Are you talking to me?!"
Commander Scoot put a hand on Kya's shoulder. "You owe me a
dance,
remember? I'd hate you to have his blood on your fur." With
that he
picked up a latinum bar from Galax's cash box. "Galax, you need
to
learn something."
Galax stared at the Latinum bar in Scott's hand. "CAREFUL WITH
THAT!"
he pleaded. "Put that back! It's not yours!"
Chuckling, Scott tossed the bar overboard. "Music please!"
Galax screamed as the bar sank. "NOO," he cried. "My
latinum!"
Kya chuckled. "You deserve that, Galax!"
The commander chuckled again and hooked his foot under a leg of
the
table with Galax's Latinum. With a jerk he sent the slips
sliding
across the floor. As Galax dropped to his knees to gather the
fallen
latinum Scott took Kya's paw and led her to the dance floor.

TBC

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The First Day
(Kya/Nikki)

The cool morning air was wonderful for the mind, Kya thought quietly.
She sighed and turned to Nikki. "Let's go."
Nikki adjusted her hiking boot laces to make sure they were secure.
"You got it Kya." She turned her head to where Vantar Alpha was just
coming over the horizon. "I didn't partake too heavily of alcohol last
night so I am not tired. How about you?"
"My claws are sharp and I am fit."
Nikki took a deep breath and let out a low growl. Kya chuckled.
"There's nothing like a good growling partner!"
Nikki laughed. "It helps frighten the timid beasts away."
"Like Outpost officers and Ferengi?"
Nikki sighed as she walked. "Yeah, but if I know Scott and Galax, they
won't firghten too easily.'
Kya chuckled. "You know, we have along journey ahead of us, but I
barely know you. Tell me a little about yourself."
"Well, I tend to spend a lot of my time in my office. On my time off,
if I don't go to the gym to work out then I am usually enjoying a bottle
of Romulan ale."
Kya raised an eyebrow. "I have never tasted it. I have heard that it
is good though."
"It is good. Most other humans can't handle it very well. Dr. Print
is a fine example of this. After two or three glasses there is no
redemption for him."
"Faryddans have an amazing ability to stomach most alcohol."
They walked in silence until the sun was already high in the sky.
Finally they set up camp under a large tree. With the skill of a
squirrel Kya climbed up into the branches. She settled down and sighed,
closing her eyes. When the night came . . .

"Can I ask you something Kya?"
Kya broke herself out of her reverie and looked up at Nikki. It was
evening, and they had gotten back on the trail after an afternoon of
rest. "Certainly. What is it?"
Nikki took a deep breath. "Have you ever had trouble being accepted by
other races, especially humans?" Her mind was on the times she had been
asked to leave because of her klingon half.
Kya thought for a second before answering. "When I first arrived here
I found myself facing a lot of ridicule. My arrival challanged the
existence of your Alpha Quadrant felines. I often face such ridicule
because of it."
"Sometimes when they find out I am half Klingon and half Human they
call me a half breed. I just don't understand why people can't accept
others for what they are." Nikki sighed.
Kya's amber eyes searched her companions face. "I have been called
many names. People can not accept what they don't understand. They
don't understand you or who you are."
Nikki growled to herself. "Most insults have come from Humans so I
have renounced my human side and proclaimed myself Klingon."
Kya shook her head. "you should never renounce your heritage. It is
an important part of both your past and your future. No matter what,
you must always keep what is given to you."
"You know Kya, what surprises me though is that Galax finds me
interesting."
It was Kya's turn to growl. "There have been other Ferengi/Klingon
attractions. Perhaps he wishes to make this one as well."
"Can you imagine what our children would look like," Nikki said,
laughing. "No wonder the mother eats their children!"
Kya groaned. "I just lost my appetite."
But Nikki wasn't finished. "A Klingon with oversized ears!"
"Kya had to laugh. "Not in battle! Those ears would be gone VERY
fast!"
Nikki laughed, and they walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Hey, Nikki? I have a question."
Nikki kept her steady pace, not even looking at Kya. "What is it?"
"I have heard many speak of you in admiration. Do you find anyone here
to you liking?"
Nikki was silent for a minute.
"Nikki?"
"I try to keep myself from being attracted to others but I find myself
liking one. Commander Surak."
"It is only natural to become attracted, Nikki. Does Surak know?"
Nikki sighed. "No, he doesn't. He is much to busy to notice me."

TBC

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The Race (Part three)
The team of Kya and Nikki

Kya and Nikki continued their trek well into the night, pausing momentarily
to check the best path to take.
Kya thought a moment, back to the earlier conversation then asked Nikki,
"Why Surak?"
"What?" Nikki asked puzzled with a quick glance to Kya.
"Why do you find Surak attractive?"
"Oh, that", Nikki replied. then she added, "He is not given to constant
emotional outbursts and his way of thinking is very logical."
"Emotions are good, Nikki. You have the capabilities to be emotional.
You are a counselor so you know the dangers of suprressing natural emotions.
Look at the Vulcans. Every seven years they have Ponfar. In a sense, it is
a release of all that pent up emotion they refuse to show." Kya said, not
knowing how Nikki would react.
Nikki said nothing for the moment. Something made both her and Kya stop
in their tracks.
"Kya, did you hear that?" Nikki said as she scanned the darkness.
"I can sense it," replied Kya, "and I don't like it."
A cold shiver rand down Nikki's spine, a shiver not from cold but from
sensing an ominous presence.
Kya shook her head as if to rid herself of the feelings she had. "Lets
go another five hours and then try to get some rest. It will be getting
into late morning and the sun will begin to blaze hot."
They continued on and Nikki once again stopped in ther tracks.
"Something is following us."
Kya became very alert. Her eyes scanning the darness for any sign, or
movement. But saw or heard nothing. Yet, she knew something was out there,
waiting, watching.

TBC

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The Race (Part four)
The team of Kya and Nikki

With the presence out there, Nikki and Kya took turns standing guard while
the other slept. They didn't know when that thing slept, if it slept at all.
They weren't going to take any chances. Nikki had a fitful sleep but managed
to get the appropriate amount of rest. The incident during the nights hike
seemed like a bad dream. It was the last sleep shit. Now it was Kya's turn
to rest. As she slept, Nikki noticed some plants. She pulled themup, broke
off a piece of the root and tasted it. It had a pungent taste to it, but it
was bearable. It was food. She pulled some more roots for the day and the
one to follow. Hopefully by then, they would be back at the outpost in time
for dinner.
The sun was already starting to sink down into the horizon. She went
over to Kya who was curled up in the fork of a large branch and shook her.
"Time to get up sleepy head. We need to get our butts into gear".
"Yes, we need to start making tracks" Kya said as she lept out of the
tree and stretched. "I had a really strange dream last night."
"I did too." replied Nikki. It seemed so real." Then the reality hit
her. What had happened the night before was not a dream. It was real.
"Kya, what if that things is still following us?"
"I don't know, Nikki, but I don't like it. The sooner we get back to
the outpost, the happier I will be."
"Heck, I don't care if we win, I'll even consider....." her face became
twisted in torment, " wearing a dress for a month just to make it out of here
alive."

TBC

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The Race (Part Five)
the team of Kya and Nikki

Kya shoulders her pack and turns to Nikki, "well, Let's get going.
The sooner we start moving, the more ground we can put behind us." Kya turns
her head, sensing the creature nearby. "Let's go Nikki. For once I don't
like this."
"I am getting the willies. Can you believe it, a klingon getting the
willies? " Nikki shudders at the thought.
Kya growls grumpily, "No. But it's giving ME the shivers as well. That
itself is rare."
"There is something out there. I don't like it. I don't like what I
can't see. Can you pick up a scent?"
Kya sniffs the wind, "I can sense it but I can't smell it. Odd, I can
almost hear what it thinks but ... well, I don't know. It just seems
garbled."
"As we rested yestereday, it tried to get into my mind.", Nikki said.
"What did you sense? I didn't think Klingons were telepathic."
"It took all I had to keep myself from letting it take control. I
scensed evil. We aren't. It came into my mind.
Kya growled again, "I also sense hunger. THAT I don't like."
"I know. some how, for some reason, I feel safer during the day."
"That is logical as all fears seem to dwindle in the light of day."
"Well, this fear only seems to come out at night, staulking us," Nikki
said as another shiver ran down her spine. "The sooner we are out of these
woods, the happier I will be. Let's hope it doesn't follow us to the
outpost."
Kya let out another growl and Nikki could see her claws extend a little
at the thought. "If that thing were to get loose in there, we would all be
doomed."
The sun was beginning to set behind them and they quickened their pace.
With each step, they set the mountain farther and farther behind them. But
what about the beast that followed?

TBC

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Duty Log
Chief of Operations
Outpost Coustou
Morgan Silver
SD 9805.29

Sitting at the operations station in main operations Morgan frowns. He'd
finished rerouting all the incoming ships. Arranging the order they were
coming in on he'd tried to get as many of them back on track as possible.
After the explosion had trashed a ship in the middle of their landing area.
They'd had to reroute air traffic away. Now that things were sorta getting
back to normal he was slowly bringing the traffic back to the main port. The
civil engineers, and rescue workers had done a wonderful job fixing the
damages. And he'd finally been able to redistribute all the replication
functions to the rest of the station. Now that the worst of the medical
cases had been taken care of. Suddenly something catches his eye. Looking
closer he notices one of the ships he'd rerouted back to base was listed as
Pilgrim one... Pulling up the list of passenger's and the manifest to it
hearches an eyebrow. Although on the surface things seemed ok he just had a
bad feeling about it... Checking a little deeper into it he finds that
they're all members of that wacked out crack pot's religion. Making a note
to mention it to Elias the next time he sees him. Morgan smiles to himself.
Briefly wondering what the contestants were doing in the woods, he returns to
his work with a chuckle.
A couple hours later, after a quick round of chair races and tribble ball.
He takes a short break from his difficult work. Sliding his superroll two
thousand chair over to the replicator he gets a large glass of coffee.
Sliding back while doing the patented tornado spin... Without spilling a
drop he rolls to a practiced stop in front of operations. ~ I am just so...
cool... ~ Deciding to do his duty log so he could end his second double
shiftin a row. He pauses. "Computer, you suck worse than Galex's marketing
techniques... Open a duty log."

"Log opened." The computer, responds in a warm friendly voice sounding
just like his illustrious leader.

Smiling Morgan begins his log. " Air traffic back to about 73% normal.
Replicator functions released back to general use. Minimal conditions exist
to remove hazard alert. However at this time I do not recommend doing so. I
believe that most of the problems arising from the crash, have been contained
or reduced. Weather's a balm 82 degrees and wind from....." Wondering
briefly why he'd said that he shrugs to himself. ~ Must be all the latenight
work I've been doing lately. ~ "Main systems in green how ever several back
up systems are still nonfunctional or at less than 50%. Still waiting on an
estimated time of repair. I have some concerns that the Thalonians might
take the damage of the Outpost as a sign of weakness and try something real
stupid. Considering that they've done such in the past I wouldn't be
surprised if they tried it again. Computer end log."

"Log ended." It replies, happily.

Smiling he takes a drink of coffee, and wonders if he could make another
three point shot with a tribble lying near the door.

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Lt. Commander Johnathan R. Scott
Commanding Officer -- Starfleet Rangers
Second Officer -- Outpost Cousteau
Cheif of Security -- Outpost Cousteau
Duty Log Stardate 9804.21

My arrival at the Outpost yesterday was a rather typical event, the staff
seems very capable and *very* opinionated. I went directly to Operations to
report for duty and discovered Captain Nanaimo and the Counselor embroiled in
a rather... interesting conversation. While the Counselor was sidetracked by
a wayward lamb... err... Lt. I took the opportunity to rescue the Captain. We
quickly entered into a 'conference' in her office leaving the poor Lt. to the
wol.... err... Counselor's claw.... err... whi.... errr... Counseling
techniques, may the gods protect him.
It could not have been more than five minutes before the Captain recieved a
transmission from Starfleet that required her attention, I must say Admiral
Parathal is a very insist man. I returned to the bridge... to Operations to
discover the Counselor spreading the poor Lt.'s blood across ... wait that's
not right that was my dream last night.

hmmm Computer delete last paragraph.

After fewer than five minutes the Captian recieved a transmisison from
Starfleet that required her attention. I returned to Operations to discover
Counselor Nikki and Lt. Silver engaged in a stimulating conversation. I
began to interceede.... and a formal note there was a brief, problem with one
of the Counselor's "Counseling Aides" it has since been resolved.
Reports from the Desiderata are not good, we are making preperations for
Emergency Medical Care for a large numder of individuals and the Desiderata
crew is working hard at saving the F'xarth; however, my expectations of their
success are low and we are making preperations to keep a large number of the
refugees at the outpost until other circumstances may be arranged.

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Duty Log: LtCd. Anora Dannon
Chief of Engineering
Out Post Cousteau
SD: 9804.19

:::stands in the TR watching the injured being beamed on board, thinks:::: I
need to keep this in my head to log for later. Lets see.....We found the
thailian freighter. She was in bad shape so the Doc and I beamed over to
her. The Doc started to take care of the injured. I ran off to the
engineering. The poor thing was beyound my help so I let the Captain know.
We then started to beam the injured onto the Desi. I hope they all make it
off the
freighter, it didn't have long till Core Breach. :::looks at tranporter
chief, and says to self:::Come on faster.

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Duty Log: LtCd Anora Dannon Vex
Chief of Engineering
Out Post Cousteau
SD: 9804.26

:::sits at her desk in engineering, takes out a PADD and starts to type:::
Well it looks like we got all the crew and their passengers onto the Desi. I
hear that they are questioning the Captain and he is being very vague about
his records and stuff. I wonder what he was up to. The Doc has got a full
house and a lot of trouble down there. Well I guess I'll run some tests on
this old baby and make sure she is working
alright to keep us flying. :::puts PADD down and goes to the main board and
starts to run some internal scans:::

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=/\=
XO's Log
SD9806.09

::Open Log::

"Severe windstorms have struck Vantar IV in the vicinty of the Outpost.
We are currently suffering from intermitent power loss, communications
problems, transporter interfierence and coincidental medical problems.
I find it highly illogical that these storms should arrives on the day
of the opening ceremonies for The Catherdral of the True Gods. I know The One
has his fingers in more pies than he lets on. I shall ask Major Elias to
conduct an investigation into the phenomenon, after he takes care of the
rabid chicken roaming our halls.
I will be coordinating the efforts to repair the Weather Modifcation
Satelite Net with Chief Engineer Anora, Chief Science Officer Winters, and
Chief of Operations Silver. Hopefully we can get that situation under
control.
I have growing concerns for Counselor LeNaud. I do not quite understand
what it is, but I sense something is SLTG with her. I do not have enough data
to go to the Captain or Doctor Print, but I shall endevour to investigate
further."

::Close Log::

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=/\=
XO's Duty Log
SD9807.08

::Begin Log::

"...New crew members are arriving every day. Lieutenant Logan Chase, is
the newest member to the Tactical/Security department. His file indicates a
distinguished service record. I look forward to working with him.
Major Elias continues his investigation into The One's involvement
in the bombing of the USS Hepheastus. The Security people are working around
the clock to resolve the situation. The One is definetly more than meets the
eye.
Engineering reports that all repairs from the intense wind storms
have been complete. I think it would be prudent that we prepare a emercency
weather protocol. It is apparent the Weather Modification Satelite Net is not
perfect. I will have the Engineering teams coordinate with civilian leaders
in creating a series of emergency shelters, warning beacons, and response
protocols.
Sickbay reports that some crew members and civilians have reported
a "strange" sickness. No further information is available. This was me
worried somewhat. I don't like
"strange" sicknesses, especially when the sickness has the Medical staff
baffled....."

::End Log::

Commander Dante Aristotle Surak,
Executive Officer,
Outposct Cousteau,
Vantar IV, Beta Quadrant

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"A Meeting"
DL by The One and Surak

The One stopped outside the door. He pressed the "Knock" button and
waited for the call to enter.
Commander Surak sat at his desk readin over Securities report about
oddities with in the Cathedral to the True Gods. Hearing the beep, "Come
in..."
"Good day Commander..." The One said entering throught the door.
"Mellow Greetings....Mr. The One....How can I help you?" the commander
siad laughing to himself about the required grammar irregularity.
"Well as you know we have many refugees on this planet. I would like the
oppurtunity to provide a place of temporary sanctuary....I offer a section of
my Cathedral for that purpose," the priest said wondering why he hadn't been
offered a chair.
The statement caught the commander somewhat of guard. "Yes..well...that
is a most generous offer, Mr. The One. I will be sure to pass it along to the
Captain. I however am not empowered to authorize that," he said. "While we
are on the subject of "your" cathedral, it has come to my attention that
there are several irregularities in the design of your cathedral. It appeards
there are many modifications that do not appear on the final approved
schematics.....Would you care to explain?" the Vulcan/Betazoid sat raising
his eyebrow.
"I am unaware of any such deviations from the schematics, but then I am
a religious icon, not an engineer," he flashed a wry smile. "I will however,
contact my builder at my earliest convience."
"That would be much appreciated. You will let me knwo about what he has
to say..Won't you?" Surak said.
"Yes. I assure you, you will be the first person I contact," The One
said.
"Anything further, Mr. The One?"
"No. Thank-you for your time Commander Surak," the priest said, turnin
to exit.
The commander picked up another PADD and began wondering if The One
could possibly be more phony.

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=/\=
XO's Log
SD9807.18

::OPEN LOG::
"...Engineering reports that the Emergency Shelters have been completed.
All civilians have also gone through a series of Civil Defense Drills. The
evacuation response time is well within established parameters.
The mysterious sickness that afflicted so many of the crew has been
completely destroyed by our medical staff. There work on this matter has been
Significantly Better Than Good. They were able to develop a cure while at the
same time protecting themselves from the virus. The Outpost is in good
medical hands.
As ordered, Outpost Cousteau has instituted a planet wide Yellow Alert.
The USS Desiderata and the Orbital Defense Platform are staffed and are
running through a series of drills....
We wait, ready for whatever it is that Admiral Shushimi expects to
appear..."

::END LOG::
Commander Dante Aristotle Surak,
Executive Officer,
Outposct Cousteau,
Vantar IV, Beta Quadrant

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First I'm going to apoligize for skipping out so suddenly last night, I
didn't even get to return Nikki's "Counseling Aide"... darn! But we'll make
sure it gets cleared through security, namely me, before I return it to
her... if I return it to her, I still think it'd look really good next to my
longsword. Anyway my apoligies for leaving so quickly, my beeper called and
I'd already pushed it off on my best friend
and my wife that night. <g> Owe her a candle lit dinner for that one... see
the sacrifices I make for you people! Yeah its a sacrifice.... really.... it
is... yeah...

Scott

Lt. Commander Johnathan R. Scott
Commanding Officer -- Starfleet Rangers
Second Officer -- Outpost Cousteau
Cheif of Security -- Outpost Cousteau
Duty Log Stardate 9804.21

My arrival at the Outpost yesterday was a rather typical event, the staff
seems very capable and *very* opinionated. I went directly to Operations to
report for duty and discovered Captain Nanaimo and the Counselor embroiled in
a rather... interesting conversation. While the Counselor was sidetracked by
a wayward lamb... err... Lt. I took the opportunity to rescue the Captain.
We quickly entered into a 'conference' in her office leaving the poor Lt. to
the wol.... err... Counselor's claw.... err... whi.... errr... Counseling
techniques, may the gods protect him.
It could not have been more than five minutes before the Captain recieved a
transmission from Starfleet that required her attention, I must say Admiral
Parathal is a very insist man. I returned to the bridge... to Operations to
discover the Counselor spreading the poor Lt.'s blood across ... wait that's
not right that was my dream last night.

hmmm Computer delete last paragraph.

After fewer than five minutes the Captian recieved a transmisison from
Starfleet that required her attention. I returned to Operations to discover
Counselor Nikki and Lt. Silver engaged in a stimulating conversation. I
began to interceede.... and a formal note there was a brief, problem with one
of the Counselor's "Counseling Aides" it has since been resolved.
Reports from the Desiderata are not good, we are making preperations for
Emergency Medical Care for a large numder of individuals and the Desiderata
crew is working hard at saving the F'xarth; however, my expectations of their
success are low and we are making preperations to keep a large number of the
refugees at the outpost until other circumstances may be arranged.

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Intraoutpost Memo
Stardate 49805.06 0015 hours

To: Major C. M. Elias, Chief of Security.
From: Lt. Commander JR Scott, Second Officer, Thorn in Galex's Side.
Carbon Copy: All Security Personal
Captain Souix Nanaimo
Commander Surak
Re: Galex.

=/\= Begin Memo =/\=

Major, on a recent visit to the establishment of the Ferengi known as Galex
one of his employees colidided with me, hurling the drinks she was carrying
into the back of Galex's head. The Ferengi proceeded to fall to the floor
howling in agony, only to jump right up when he discovered it was his
employees fault. Galex, presenting himself to me in his full capacity as,
Owner, Operator, Caretaker, Bartender, Proprietor, and Legal Counsel of
Galex's
Resort requested that I sign a release which has been agreed to and filed
with the Registrar. It is the incidents surrounding his presenting this
release to me which I find strange. The Ferengi proceeded to produce one
PADD, Ferengi in manufacture, which he asked me to read and sign. I reading
this PADD I quickly realized it was not the proper PADD. I orginally
believed it to be his water bill; however, after thinking and doing some
simple
research I belive it to be somthing far more sinister.
Mister Galex, recieves his water from the Outpost and pays, monthly in
credits. However, the portion of the bill I do recall read, "I Galex do
hereby agree to exchange ten tons of berkilum ore for 2000 liters of water."
After nosing about Galex's water bill, I determined that he could not be
operating his establishment and selling water from the outpost, the only
other source on the planet is of course, the ocean. If this is correct and
Galex is
selling sea water, then he has violated Federation Law. Remember, they
brought down Al Capone for tax evasion!

=/\= End Memo =/\=

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Lt. Commander JR Scott
Second Officer -- Outpost Cousteau
Chief Tactical Officer -- USS Desiderata
Commanding Officer -- Starfleet Rangers
Thorn in Galex's Side -- Promanade Merchant's Association
Duty Log Stardate 59805.10

The USS Hepheatus was in the process of landing with Admiral Shito Tushimi
aboard when a large explosion occured. THe Hepheatus was critically damaged
crashed into the landing pad. Commander Bjorn imediately tranported to OPS
to coordianate with Starfleet and the damage control teams. I was left in
charge of the landing area while the Captain remained on leave. Medical
teams were on hand almost instantly and security
secured the crash site, Dr. Print the acting CMO requested that we make all
efforts to find the missing counselor as she had some medical training. The
Ferengi, Galex, proved most useful in this area as he was able to find her in
a short while, the Counselor had been critically injured by shrapnel from the
explosion, and was transported to sickbay almost instantly. The Dr. had to
force Mister Galex back to prevent his drooling over the Counselor's
body, a most dishonorable activity.
I then began to marshal a team to enter the remains of the Hepheatus and
find Admiral Tushimi. Galex; Merchant and common crimminal, Ensign John;
Assistant Tactical, Major Elias; Chief of Security, Merisa Wellington;
Civilian medic and promanade shop owner, and Erika Landry; Structural Systems
Engineer, were impressed into service for this venture. We entered the ship
the Major led the team to the bridge where we would find the Admiral. The
hostility between the Major and the Ferengi, Galex, shocked me, it appeared
to me that the Major does not know when to stop his investigating of the
Ferengi; however, the Major has since extracted a confession of sorts from
the Ferengi; therefore, I am now of the opinion that his verbal repertoire
was needed to conciliate Galex into confessing.

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Intraoutpost Memo
Stardate 59805.19 0013 hours

To: Galex, Owner, Operator, Caretaker, Bartender, Proprietor, and Legal
Counsel of Galex's Resort
From: Lt. Commander JR Scott, Second Officer
Carbon Copy: None
Re: Your Memo

Mister Galex, I found your memo extremely surprising, remarkably enough you
seem repentant for your crimes, I'll just let you know I don't belive a word
of your repentence. Rest assured that Major Elias will not go unleashed and
you have nothing to worry regarding your right to due process of law;
however, were you to violate any parts of Federation Law or Outpost protocols
I assure you Major Elias will presue the matter instantly.
I thank you for the Scotch, I apperciate the gift, however, you may expect
no special treatment due to it, my friendship perhaps, but nothing more. As
to the Counselor I do not know of what end your are attempting to take our
relationship, the Counselor does not get along with many people and in some
ways is very similar to me. I have no doubt in my mind that one day we
shall fight and one of us may not get back up, you Sir, would be ill advised
to be in the middle of it.

Respectfully,

JR Scott

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Lt. Commander JR Scott
Second Officer -- Outpost Cousteau
Commanding Officer -- Starfleet Rangers
Chief Tactical Officer -- USS Desiderata
Thorn In Galex's Side -- Promanade Merchant's Association
<simply known as the guy that should never whine about not having enough to
do in sim LOL>
Duty Log Stardate 59805.17

The Outpost was in the process of recovering from the explosion which
occured during the opening ceremony. Went to sickbay to see how the injured
were doing, thus far losses to the OPC staff have been minimal. The
Counselor was in sickbay as the Doctor had ordered her confined there until
sufficent time had passed until her recovery was complete, the Conselor was
not fond of being there and subsequently we persuaded the doctor to release
her
to my recognosince. The Counselor acompanied me to Galex's and we enjoyed
conversation and drinks....

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Stardate 59807.07
(A J/L with Commander Scott, who supplied the cool character. (no, not Kya,
thought hey, if you thought she is the cool character, you're my best buddy
hehehehe) ;-P

Writing by Kya, Simming by both :)

"Vini, vidi, vici" ["I came, I saw, I conquered"]
Joint Log
Lt. j.g. Kitren Kya
Rav Eran, Quiet Deceased <g>
Stardate 59807.07

Kya sighed and stretched. It was late, and she couldn't sleep. She had
been pacing the floors ever since 2000 hours when Cassie had been put to bed
(can someone help me get rid of that kid? Not that I have anything against
WELL BEHAVED KIDS, but monsters are a different story. And while we're at
it, can I get bigger quarters??? hehehehe) and it was 0104 now. Finally,
with one glance into her room to make sure Cassie was still asleep, shewalked
out of her quarters. She headed to the security desk on the promenant, and
was surprised to see the security officer on duty asleep in his chair. She
started to move to wake him up when she heard a sound.
She turned in surprise and stared into the darkness of the Major's
office. Something was in there. With her made for night vision eyes she
could barely see a large shape. Silently she crept into the office. The
door swished closed behind her.
"Computer, illumination, half intensity."
Kya blinked as she achieved full view of what was in the CSEC's office.
Two gold reptilian eyes stared back at her. She growled and tensed, watching
the creature carefully.
The creature narrowed his eyes at her. When he spoke, Kya growled. "You
must be that little Starfleet kitty that everyone talks about." He picked up
a PADD, and she noticed it was the one with her bio. He scrolled through it.
"Poor kitty. 70,000 light years away from your mate ..."
".... who was forced on me by Shii."
"And overweight at that."
Kya growled. Enough was enough. She launched herself at him, snarling.
In an instant, the creature had flipped her over, pinning her to the ground,
his claws at her throat. Kya growled, digging her claws into his arms. The
creature glared at her. "I wouldn't advise doing that again sweetheart. You
could hurt yourself." He drew a claw across her throat, drawing blood.
Smiling, he leaned forward. "And I am hungry."
With a snarl Kya forced the light creature off her and leaped up, ready
to fight again. The creature's tail whipped out, knocking Kya over. The
next instant she was on the table, crouched for a spring. The tail flew out
again, crushing the table, but Kya had already launched herself. She slammed
the creature to the floor, pinning him with her weight. "I don't want to
hurt you," she snarled. "But I will if I have to."
She felt his tail wrap around her feet. Growling, she dug her claws deep
into his chest, ripping. The creature growled and forced her paws together.
Then he bit her neck, cutting off the air flow. Surprised, Kya clawed at his
chest and tried to bite. She felt the teeth clench down harder, and she
closed her eyes, trying to use her mind instead. Then she went limp.
The creature released her throat and stood up to his full 9 feet,
stepping back several meters. Kya collapsed limply on the floor in a pile of
fur and blood. He lowered himself to all fours and stepped over her, laying
his claws on her neck, checking for a pulse. Coughing blood, Kya opened her
eyes. The creature continued to lay by her face, watching her silently. She
snarled and tensed as soon as she caught sight of him. Her eyes wentblack
with anger, and she tried to stand on all fours, still coughing blood.
The creature spoke. "Are you seriously injured?"
Kya shook her head "I am Kya. An injury doesn't hurt me."
"Only your pride."
Kya stood wobbly to her feet. "My PRIDE is not here to be injured."
He flicked out his tongue and watched her force herself to stand. "You
would be better to sit."
Kya glareed at him angrily and refused to move. "I won't. I'm fine."
"You're bleeding."
She looked down at her fur, turned red. "I am Faryddan. I'll live."
"You are stubborn."
"I am Kya. "You don't live through what I have without it." She studied
the creature in front of her. "Who are you?"
He smiled. "I am Rav."
Kya took the smile as a snarl and growled back. She dropped to her
fours, but immediatly forced herself up to her full height again.
Rav spoke. "Watching, observing, learning. "I have never met, -- never
fought one of your kind before, now that I know how simple it is," he watched
as Kya leaned against the wall,the pain getting to her but not wanting to
show it, "to defeat you, I wish to know more about your species."
The hair rose up on her back, and she growled angrily, her
claws coming out. "I am not easy to defeat. I would fight you until the
Gaurdian called."
"Put away your claws before you hurt yourself. Stubborn, do not mesh
your stubborn nature into foolishness."
"Let me tell you something," Kya said, her snarl louder.
"I am listening."
"I lived through a resistance and a tyrant. I have fought many
fights. I am not weak and lost. I am not foolish."
Rav watched her stand competely to her feet. "You are stubborn and simple
to anger, it is your undoing, it makes you weak and foolish."
"You don't know who you're speaking to." Kya shook herself like a dog,
splattering blood over the walls. She straightened herself to her full
height.
Rav yawned. "Are you attempting to rid yourself of parasitical lifeforms?
If so there are more effective methods to acomplish that goal."
Kya ignored the bait. "I am Kitren Kurrasha Kurrashaya." She reverted to
Faryddan tongue. "Sasa kuris faryisa kast."
Rav laughed. "You're correct, I thought I was speaking to a Starfleet
Lt..
apparently it was just a cat with a long name."
Kya took a step towards him. "I am not a cat."
"Excuse me... an oversized Feline domescus."
Eyes calm, Kya took another step, her foot claws digging into the carpet.
"My species is the ancestor of the terran cat. But we are not terran. We
are our own kind, born of the blood of the Gaurdian. We are not weak,
although we may be quick to anger."
Rav narrowed his eyes to mere slits. "No you are not Terran, but you
are stubborn, and it does weaken you."
Kya stepped up to him, her own eyes bare slits. "I just know not to give
up."
Rav watches the feline standing above him. "What do the human's say? 'a
rose by any other name?'"
Her strength returning, she shook her head. "I am not a scholar of terran
words."
Rav stood up to his full hight. "Goodbye Kitren Kya, I have learned what
I wished to know, your people are strong, but they weaken themselves.
Remember that in my mind, and that of my people you have forever slated your
species to this slot."
Kya snarled, glaring at him. "Not if I can help it."
Rav dropped back down to his feet and began towards the door. "There
is nothing you can do to stop the past, it is already in motion."
Kya slamed a paw on the console nearby. "Computer, seal this room.
Authorization Kit2275Alpha." Rav shifted his eyes back to her. Kya glared at
him, eyes glittering. "You're not leaving."
Rav spoke. "Computer flood this room with hydride."
"Computer belay that command. Authorization level 10. Kit998."
Authorization Erin Zero Three Tango, and lockout all command codes."
==Command codes secured.==
Kya turned to him. "You'll die with me."
Rav smiled. "Don't bet on it. I was born in it, you will smother."
Surprised, Kya took a step back.
"But I wonder... like most cats, do you despise getting wet?"
Kya smiled. "I love the water."
"But can you breath it?"
Kya flattened her ears to her head. "No."
"Goodbye Kitren Kya. Starfleet will write your relatives."
Kya crouched down, snarling. "My family is 70,000 years away."
Rav glared back the water now about ten centimeters deep "Then they
shall know in seven years. Assuming the message doesn't disperse, in which
case they will never know." He moved his legs rapidly and shot by her right
paw with blinding speed, to resurface several meters behind her. "Ahhhh..
refreshing is it not? Why don't you go for one last swim my dear Kitty Kat."
He watched the water pass the base of her tail. "Something the matter?
You're looking a tad concerned."
Kya frowned at the water and looked up at the ceiling.
Rav swam by her again, this time brushing his snount against her paw,
which is now at the water's edge.
Kya dropped down into the water and doused herself. She caught a glimpse
of Rav watching her from his postion atop the water. She smiled and poked her
head slightly out of the water and started swimming in a serpentine fashion.
Rav watched the water pass her elbows. "Well Lt is this your choice?To
die?"
Kya studied the ceiling. "Nope."
Rav laughed evily. "How long can you hold out Lt? There's a simple way
out, all you have to do is release the door and walk out."
Kya chuckled softly, floating on the water, loving it. "I am quite the
water creature, wouldn't you say?"
Rav watched Kitren near within a few decimeters of the ceiling, not
for long m'dear, not for long."
As the room filled up Kya tok one last deep breath and swam over to the
vent nearby and heaved it open. She grabbed ahold and started to climb out
when Rav slammed his tail into her side, knocking her back into the water.
He dove deep, and rammed her with his snount. He watched as Kya struggled in
the water. With all her strength Kya swam back up to the vent. She grabbed
hold of the vent shaft and pulled herself out, snapping the grid shutbehind
her.
Rav smirked. "Excellent determination Lt. Savannah energize." He
disappeared, only to reappear on a trasport padd of a small runabout.
Kya shouted. "Computer! Emergency transport now!"
== Command Pathway's offline.==
Kya smiled. "We'll meet again, Rav. You'll see just how weak I am."
Sighing, she slowly crawled along the vent shaft, trailing blood behind her,
wondering how she was going to explain this to the Major and the Captain. It
would be a sheepish Engineering ensign that would later report a screaming
voice in the vents.

"Dammit! Now I've got to go to the doctor!!"

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=/\= CSEC DUTY LOG =/\=
Major C.M. Elias
SD 9808.09

We were dispatched to relay station B4. All communications have been lost
with the crew and our mission is to find out what happened to the crew and
get the station back on line.
We beamed over to B4 with Morgan, De, Kit, Nikki, and Dion. Since our
arrival both Kit and Nikki have exhibited strange behavior. Morgan is working
to get the station back OL while the rest of us look for more of the crew. We
found 2, both dead and their Phaser's drawn and empty. We are proceeding with
extreme caution and, with the rules of engagement exercised via the dead
crewmembers, I have issued the weapons free command, persecute all
targetswith extreme prejudice.

Major C. M. Elias,
SFMC

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=/\= CSEC DUTY LOG =/\=
Major C.M. Elias
SD 9808.02

We were on relay station B4 and were to find the cause of the station going
off the air as well as to get it back OL. While Morgan worked on getting it
back on the air, Kit and I went to explore. We were drawn to a sound several
decks down and made our way there cautiously. At the entrance to the room
where the sound was coming from I signaled Kit to follow me in, weapons
drawn.
I soon lost focus as the sound increased... I dropped my weapon and Kit and
I began to go into a rage but before we could kill each other we were beamed
back aboard the Desi by Lis (Thanks Hon!).
Kit and I made our way back to the bridge where Lis and others had figured
out a way to get rid of the unwelcomed visitor to B4 and they locked onto it
and beamed it out into space, killing it.
We are now enroute back to OPC.

Major C. M. Elias,
SFMC

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=/\= CSEC DUTY LOG =/\=
Major C.M. Elias
SD 9808.09

We were dispatched to relay station B4. All communications have been lost
with the crew and our mission is to find out what happened to the crew and
get the station back on line.
We beamed over to B4 with Morgan, De, Kit, Nikki, and Dion. Since our
arrival both Kit and Nikki have exhibited strange behavior. Morgan is working
to get the station back OL while the rest of us look for more of the crew. We
found 2, both dead and their Phaser's drawn and empty. We are proceeding with
extreme caution and, with the rules of engagement exercised via the dead
crewmembers, I have issued the weapons free command, persecute all targets
with extreme prejudice.

Major C. M. Elias,
SFMC

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=/\= CSEC DUTY LOG =/\=
Major C.M. Elias
SD 9808.02

We were on relay station B4 and were to find the cause of the station going
off the air as well as to get it back OL. While Morgan worked on getting it
back on the air, Kit and I went to explore. We were drawn to a sound several
decks down and made our way there cautiously. At the entrance to the room
where the sound was coming from I signaled Kit to follow me in, weapons
drawn.
I soon lost focus as the sound increased... I dropped my weapon and Kit and
I began to go into a rage but before we could kill each other we were beamed
back aboard the Desi by Lis (Thanks Hon!).
Kit and I made our way back to the bridge where Lis and others had figured
out a way to get rid of the unwelcomed visitor to B4 and they locked onto it
and beamed it out into space, killing it.
We are now enroute back to OPC.

Major C. M. Elias,
SFMC

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=/\=
CO's Duty Log
SD 9808.16

::OPEN LOG::

".....After the destruction of Subspace Relay Station B-4, the USS Desiderata
has launched a temporary class VI comm. relay probe, so that we can
communicate with the outside world. The Starfleet Corp. of Engineers has
dispatched the fleet tender vessel USS Frank Lloyd Wright and her companion
cargo ship USS Wonkatania to begin the construction of a new Relay
Station....
About 22 hours ago we recieved word that we would be undergoing a
suprise inspection from Rear Admiral Tupenga D'Ville. The Rear Admiral's
reputation is for lack of a better word unique.
According to her service record she was head of the Starfleet Science
Division for twenty years. Her first post was to the USS Excelsior. The
original one, which makes her somewhat less than young. Meeting her should
prove to be quite interesting.
All departments have been orderd to break out there dress uniforms and
polish all there tricorders, in preperation. Rear Admiral D'Ville is
scheduled to arrive on the runabout USS Ob at 22:30 hours...."

::CLOSE LOG::
Captain Dante Aristotle Surak,
Commanding Officer,
Outposct Cousteau,
Vantar IV, Beta Quadrant

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Duty log: LtJG Shane W. Roberts
Science Officer
Outpost Cousteau
SD: 9808.16

::enters quarters, throws duffle bag on bed, and sits down at desk::
Computer Begin Duty log.......

::clears throat:: Today was my first day stationed at Outpost Cousteau. I
had to take a breif tour around the place. I mean, ::glances about:: this
place is huge. Anyway. . . I was ordered by my new Cheif to prep the
submersible USS Jodie Foster. It was my first time in a real submersible.
I've been in a holodeck version before, but never in the real thing.
::stares blankly at the screen for a while:: The holodeck
version was incredibly accurate, except for the broken replicator, that
almost burnt my hand might I add. We had an important vistor today, who came
by to do some inspection work. I was responsible for serving the orderves.
::lets out a breath and chuckles:: I thought that would be easy, boy was I
wrong. Luckily, the admiral didn't want any tasty treats, and I was let off
the hook. I just finished up fixing the replicator after taking
the admiral on a two hour long cruise. My duty shift begins at 1200 tomorrow
afternoon, which is more than reasonable. Can't exactly complain about the
hours.

::gets up and walks over to duffel bag and takes out clothing:: Computer,
end duty log.

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=/\= CSEC/XO DUTY LOG =/\=
SD 9808.16
Major C. M. Elias

We were given 24 hour notice of an IG Inspection and quickly jumped through
all the hoops to put the spit and polish on the Outpost. While not unheard
of, an IG inspection following so closely on the heels of a change of
commanding officers was probably meant to catch us off guard. However, I
believe that we will come out of this unscathed.

The Captain had the department heads meet him in the transporter room. We
delayed the transport of the Admiral until everyone showed up. Nikki must
have over slept as the Captain ended up doing an emergency transport of her
to the TR. The Admiral seemed none too happy with the delay either. However,
we got through the first few awkward moment and then began the tour with
Commander Scott leading off with a tour of Tactical. He was spouting all of
the
technical verbiage and seemed to make a good impression with the Admiral, but
it is hard to gauge her reaction.

We then headed over to the Security office. It seems that Scooters pet
escaped and he was unsure as to where it ended up so, to be safe, he had the
transporter office transport any life out of the Security office. I later
found out that it also included our very own Lieutenant Chase who had been
reclining in my office, buck naked. Obviously he had his reasons so such
bizarre behavior, which I will need to explore with him at a later date.

Major C. M. Elias,
SFMC

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Duty log: LtJG Shane W. Roberts
Science Officer
Outpost Cousteau
SD: 9808.23

::sighs, and sits down in front of the computer, and yawms:: Computer, begin
duty log.

::runs a hand over face, showing his tiredness:: We finished, an all but
too lengthy tour with the rear admiral today. After touring the facilities
of engineering, security, medical and tactical, she finally came to the
science staff. ::pauses:: She apparently isn't too fond of my piloting
skills in a submersible. ::let's out a breath. turns in chair slightly as I
begin to explain:: It was my first time actually driving, for
lack of a better term, a submerisble. When I took the gear, I accidently put
it into full power, and Woo! ::leans back in chair, immitating the crew in
the USS JF:: Everyone was jerked back in their seats unexpectingly. ::tries
to hide a chuckle, but fails:: Needless to say, it didn't make a good first
impression upon the admiral. But, with that withstanding, she oked the
science department, and praised Doctor Alicia Winters for her work
as cheif of Science. ::scowls at the screen:: However. . . no praises were
given to me.

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=/\=
HC Inspection Report
Outpost Cousteau
Rear Admiral Tupenga D'Ville, Inspecting
SD 9808.25

Departmental Scores:
-Tactical: 9
-Security: 8
-Engineering: 8
-Medical: 8
-Science: 9
-Operations: 8
-Command: 8
Overall Score: 8.2857

Departmental Commentary:

Tactical: LtCdmr Johnathon Realcar Scott runs an excellent department. I
agree with his recommendation that Outpost Cousteau requires
a permeant dedicated warship for planetary defense. I recommend
dispatching a Defiant class warship post haste.

Security: Major Casey Elias runs a good department. Despite some
improprieties amongst the crew in his office, his team defends
the
interests of justice and security with irrefutable force. His
Assistant DH, though seemingly a ball of fur and angst, is a
competent officer.

Engineering: Fst Lt Elana De Marco runs a good department. Despite just
having arriving on planet, the Chief Engineer had deftly

acclimated herself to the Outpost's unique power
systems. It
is also a credit to the entire Engineering crew, that
they were
able to "break-in" there new Chief.

Medical: The medical department sorely needs a Chief Medical Officer.
With the Assistant Chief on LOA, the department is left in the
hands of the Outpost's aggressive counselor. The staff holds up

well without the leadership of a DH, but that can't last
forever. As
for the staff itself, they are of the typical mix of
personality types
that make excellent physicians. Aggressive, gruff, humble, and
caring.

Science: Doctor Alicia Winters, Ph.D. leads her Department very well for a
retired officer. Despite the limited lab space available, the
Science
staff has performed amazing amounts of research in the fields
of
exobiology and oceanography. The USS Jodie Foster, the
Outpost's UWRV is a delightful scientific tool. I recommend
funding of the Foster to be approved for another 3 years. I
further recommend some extra training time for those assigned
to
the unique task of "driving" the submersible.

Operations: Lt. Morgan Silver the Outpost's Chief of Operations is
currently on LOA. However, the Operations staff had a
"nice"
tourist overview holoshow prepared. They also perform the
daunting task of handling all civilian relations for the
Outpost. I
recommend an increase in "tourist" promotions and an
increase in the Operations department staff allocations.

Command: Captain Dante Aristotle Surak runs a "tight" ship. His staff
works well together using the limited resources available
to
them. Captain Surak exemplifies the best of his mixed
heritage.
He has the logic and calm of his Vulcan Ancestors and the
Caring and Empathy of his Betazoid heritage. This Logical
Empathy and Calm Caring is reflected in his crew. The
Acting
XO, Major Casey Elias, possess strong diplomatic skills,
and
devilishly skillful quick thinking. The Second Officer,
LtCdr
Johnathon Realcar Scott also has strong diplomatic skills.
His
"shoot first, ask questions later" attitude seem quite
appropriate for a CO of the StarFleet Rangers.

Closing Summary:
In closing, it is clear that Outpost Cousteau fills a vital capacity as
a major shipping base. It is now our obligation to see that they are fully
staffed, fully funded, and fully defended.

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Stardate 9808.23
Counselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:

Nikki sat at her desk listening to one of her patients as they
described the situation they were experiencing. As she listen, she
began experiencing another strange emotion that she wasn't sure of.
Klingon's never had feelings like this and she certainly was not aware
of ever having felt like that.
Her mind was wandering and she was finding it hard to keep
focused. The timer went off and that signaled the end of the session.
He felt better and thanked her for listening to him. She politely
nodded her head and he left. After the door closed behind him, she
wondered what it was he was talking about. As it was, she could barley
remember what the main focus of his conversation was.
"I must ask Scott about this. I hope that it part of being
human and not some rare disease."

End Log

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Stardate 9808.24
Counselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:

Nikki had discovered the human emotion of pure mind altering
boredom. Her mind wondered more and more as the patient's stories got
longer and longer and more drawn out. Everything in her told her to
jump up, go over to the patient, wrap her fingers around his neck and
squeeze while uttering the chant "you are driving me crazy! Stop it".
At one point, a smile could almost be seen crossing her face as
she pretended to listen to him. Meanwhile, in her mind, she was chasing
him around her office with her whip in one hand and a gag in the other.
Cracking the whip and forcing him to continue moving faster to keep away
from her.
"Counselor, you seem distracted," asked the patient.
"Oh no, I am trying to draw on my store of knowledge to see if I
have run across anything like this before so I know how to better serve
you," replied Nikki with a straight face. Then she thought to herself
~yeah, my store of knowledge when it comes to torture and torture
device~.

End Log

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=/\=
CO's Log
SD 9808.27

::OPEN LOG::

"...... Rear Admiral Tupenga D'Ville has left our fine planet. Her report to
HC was most flattering. It appears that she is serious about supporting OPC.
We have recieved loads of new personel, including our new CMO, a new
Engineerign Officer, and a Security Officer.
We are set to recieve several tons of tactical equipment to bolster
our planetary defenses. The cargo ship USS Lucitania will be transfering the
equipment. We have been ordered to dispatch the USS Desiderata to escort the
valuble cargo ship to the Vantar System.

Beyond that, all seems calm and peacefull......"

::CLOSE LOG::
Captain Dante Aristotle Surak,
Commanding Officer,
Outposct Cousteau,
Vantar IV, Beta Quadrant

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=/\= MISSION BRIEFING =/\=

"One thing leads to another..."
pt1

Mission Briefing:

By order of Rear Admiral Tupenga D'Ville, the USS Desiderata has been
dispatched to escort the cargoe ship USS Lucitania to the Vantar system. The
Lucitania's cargo holds are full of weapons and supplies to help bolster our
defenses. These weapons make an "attractive target" to those who have need
for such equipment, aand can not obtain them legally.

Desiderata Team ( No Symbol )

Elias-Command
Scott-Command/Tacitcal
Kya-Security
LeNaud-Counselor/Helm
Roberts-Science
Elana-Engineering
Dion-Medical
Sheriden-Medical
Keldar-Engineering
Chase-Tactica/Security
Curzon1857-Tactical/Security

OPC Team (Use @)
Surak-Command
Jeller-Medical
Winters-Science
Captain Dante Aristotle Surak,
Commanding Officer,
Outposct Cousteau,
Vantar IV, Beta Quadrant

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Ensign Keldar
Duty Log 9809.01

"I believe that, we had a rather successful mission, even though it ended up
being rather a dangerous one. We managed to thwart an attack on our escort of
the USS Lucitaina. A few of the crew members where killed in the battle that
insued, but we broke the enemy's plans to take the cargo, of which we were
guarding. The ship and her crew handled the situation and pressure rather
well, and made it back. In Engineering, a few minor set backs almost
hampered our chances, but with some "stick-to-it-ness" we were able to
maintain power to all essential systems. I believe it might be some time
though to repair all the damage done to the ship. But the next time we will
be more prepared. Ensign Keldar out."

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Delenn's Eval
J/L by Delenn and Nikki

Nikki sat in her bare office looking through her stack of PADDS. She had
a list of things that she had to get done, and a list of people who still
needed to get their evaluations out of the way. Meanwhile in a section of
sickbay, Delenn fiddled with some new virus she had found in the forest on
this world where OPC was set. On her list, she noticed that Delenn was
scheduled for her appointment and was getting close to being late for it.
+Delenn+ "This is counselor LeNaud, you are going to be late for your
evaluation. I would advise that you make haste and beat feet to my office
on the double. "
Delenn jumped slightly. "Um? What? Eval?" +Nikki+ "I had an Eval today?
Yes Delenn, you do. And I would advise that you get here real fast You know
how I hate being kept waiting"
She quickly put the virus away and went to nikki's office. Knocking
lightly. Nikki let out a sigh and answered, "come in"
She walked in slowly and smiled. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. I still
haven't read my messages."
"Well, I would advise that in the future, you read all your
messages."
"Please have a seat" Nikki said.
She sits down quickly. "I was on vacation.. and enver got to them.. Sorry
again."
Nikki pulled out a padd with standard questions. She looked over the list
of questions and then glanced over at Delenn. "Let's begin. Delenn, how
do you feel about your assignment here on the outpost?"
"My assignment... I love it.. I work very hard and i enjoy my field." She
said happily.
"What is it about your field that makes you happy?" she asked kind of
puzzled looked on her face.
"Healing people.. Making them happy and well.. Seeing them smile a week
later even if they don't care they were sick in the first place. I love to
look at virus' and creat cures.. I enjoy my work. " She said still very
perky.
"You enjoy being around sick people? That would make me rather
irritated." she said thinking back to when she drove the ship and nearly
mowed down the wrong ship.
"They usually are not sick for long when i am caring for them."
"I see. You are now the rank of Lt. jg. When you recieved your promotion,
did you consider turning it down?"
"Yes.." she said not so happy anymore.
"And why is that?" she asked in a tone that was now more monotone with less
emotion in it?
"Because i dislike promotions." She said in a lower tone.
"explain. Do you not like being recognized for your hard work and effort?"
she asked.
"No I don't." She said even lower.
"and why is that?" she asked almost sounding like a mother trying to get
the truth out of a child.
"I dislike attention for my hard work." She said in a almost normal tone of
voice.
"I see. So you wish not to be recognized for your efforts. Is that
correct?"
"Yes."
"Did you not realize that by joining starfleet, you would be recognized
for your efforts?"
"Yes.. but..."
"but what?"
"But I still dislike attention. That's why i'm kinda single..." She said
shyly.
"What has being single and not liking attention have to do with each
other?" Now Nikki was really confused. She was having her own battle with
emotions and this statement really befuddled her.
"Well you know how boyfriends are... too much attention if you ask me....
and i dislike attention...."
"No, I don't know how boyfriends are. I will need to check into that. Why
do you dislike attention?"
She shrugged. "Just because I guess."
Nikki thought a moment about Scott and he didn't really pay a lot of
attention to her. She brought her mind back to the business at hand. "Do
you get along with everyone on the outpost? Are there some you dislike?"
She smiled. "Nope.. no one I dislike."
"ok," she said jotting down more notes on her PADD. "Now, If you could
relive your life, would you make changes or would you do the same thing over
again?"
She thinks for a moment . "No I wouldn't change anything."
"I see." Then she raised an eyebrow making the ridges on her forhead a tad
bit accentuated. "Do you think yourself an easy going person?"
"Yes.. very much so."
"How do you handle stress?" Asked Nikki.
"Stress? Um... i dno't have any."
"You don't become stressed during times of extreem duress of
emergencies or attacks?"
"No... not really... SHould I?"
"interesting" she said. She thought a moment and then her brows knitted.
"do you think that it is part of your genetic make up?"
She shruggs " I have no idea.. "
"hmmm" Nikki's mind working on trying to find answers. "Delenn, If you
had the chance to take command for one reason or other, would you take it?"
"If they needed me to .. yes i would."
"Do you feel that you are ready for such a major role? after all, it would
be the center of attention." Nikki said trying to pry more emotions out of
Delenn. She like finding the weak spots in people and then working onthem.
"If they needed me to be in the spot light... to command.. I would do it."

"But you said you hated attention. That is a contridiction in your logic.
How can one who does not want attention, take command and BE the center of
attention." At times, Nikki just loved her job as an evil grin crossed her
face.
She smiles. " I said IF they NEEDED me to be... if it were my choose and
someone else better suited could take it i would let them"
"I see," she said. "Now, if you are offered a promotion to full lieutenant
is offered to you, would you take it?"
She sighed and thought a moment. "No i would not."
"Yet you would take command. how interesting." She said with a smile.
"If need be I would take command.. but promotions are different.."
"Explain"
"A promotion is earned.. and you keep it until you go higher in teh chian
of command. Being put in command because need be is just because it is need
be."
"I see. Well, I believe I have everything that I need for now. If I have
any more questions, I will contact you. Thank you for your time."
She nodds slightly. " Thank You.. I think..." She says as she gets up adn
walks out.
Nikki returned to her work.

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Stardate 9808.25
Couselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:
Nikki roamed the corridors of the outpost looking for potential
vic....err...ahh patients. The majority of the evaluations were done and she
wanted to practice her human skill of friendliness. She wanted to smile for
them. Unfortunately, her smiles at times tended to still look like sneers.
The people that didn't know her, still tended to be afraid of her and she
guessed that was why they avoided their evaluations.
She decided to go hunt them down and show them that she was just as friendly
as anyone else. What she didn't realize was that the first thing they
noticed about her was the fact that she carried a whip. They tended to shy
away from that. Maybe she should ask Scott for help on that one. She felt
different but people didn't treat her any different.

End Log

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Stardate 9808.26
Counselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:

Nikki had managed to drag a poor unsuspecting person into her
office. The poor ensign sat in the chair pale as a ghost and shaking
like a leave. Nikki tried smiling but that scared him even more. The
poor little ensign thought to himself ~OMG! She is going to eat me
alive!~.
"Now ensign, I have some questions to ask you as part of your
evaluation. First, do you like your job?" As the question escaped her
lips, it sounded more like a growl which the poor ensign felt like
hiding under the chair.
"Y-y-y-y-y-e-e-e-s-s-s m-m-m-m-m-a-a-a-'-a-a-a-m-m-m-m!!!" And
before Nikki could ask him another question, he bolted from the room.
Nikki sat there puzzled and she asked herself, "Was it something
I said?"

End Log

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Stardate 9808.27
Counselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:

Nikki decided to use this time of day to observe the interaction
of crewmembers. She would use this study to perhaps change the standard
questions that she had been asking. She settled in a dark corner where
she could observe several people at once without them knowing she was
studying them.
There was a couple men talking, they stood several feet apart,
their body language told the other "don't invade my personal space"
while the other did some male posturing. Nikki observed that neither of
the men realized what they were doing. Yet, not far from them were two
women who where talking. They however acted totally different. They
stood closer and they often whispered in each other's ear. This puzzled
Nikki to no end. Were the women more secure in their womanhood then men
in their manhood to allow closer contact? This would definitely need
more studying. She also wanted to see the interaction of different
races together.

End Log

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Stardate 9808.28
Counselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:

"So, what do you think of the Romulans?" Nikki asked Ens. Tater
Head. She watched him closely to see his reaction and see if he was
lying. Ens. Head shifted in his seat and tried to come up with an
answer. Nikki watched him closely.
"Well, they don't bother me if you know what I mean", he said
not meeting her gaze.
"No ensign. I don't know what you mean. Please elaborate", she
responded coolly.
"They don't bother me!" he said with a irritation mounting in
his voice.
"I see so you wouldn't mind sitting at the same table as them"
she said to him, pushing him, knowing that sooner or later, he would
reveal his true feelings about them.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind having them at the same table", he
replied, and then under his breath he said, "as long as I had a phaser
set to kill pointed at one of them if they so much as sneezed wrong."
"What was that last part, Ensign?"
"I didn't say anything."
"I beg to differ, shall I have the computer play back your
response?"
"Fine, I can't stand them, OK! Are you happy now?" His voice
and temper rising fast.
Nikki just sat back smiling. She had achieved what she wanted.
"Let's see, you are against Romulans and you would do whatever it took
to kill them." She looked at him and shook her head as he squirmed in
his seat. " Well, now that we got that out of the way, maybe you can
start being more honest."
Then Ensign blushed and settled back in the chair.

End Log

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Stardate 9808.29
Counselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:

For some odd reason, Nikki began falling into her old pattern of how she did
her counseling session. It seemed to bring better results then trying to be
nice. Being nice only made them more apprehensive. "I guess there are just
things that you just can't change. As the rule goes, if it ain't broke,
don't fix it, applies even to counseling techniques", she said to herself.
She went over to her closet and pulled out all the assorted whips she had
collected over the years. She placed them back on the wall for display.
After she had them back up, she stepped back and cocked her head one way and
then the other making sure that they were just right. One was just a touch
out of line, so she went up and adjusted it. When she was satisfied that it
was perfect, she allowed herself to smile with satisfaction. She snapped
her finger as a thought popped into her head, "Oh yes! I almost forgot. I
will have to have my Iron Maiden brought back in here." She laughed at the
thought of threatening patients with placing them in there if they didn't
cooperate.

End Log

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Stardate 9809.06
Counselor LeNaud
Duty Log

Begin Log:

Nikki had finished the appointments for the day as was preparing
to do up a log of all patents seen that day when Lt. Joyce Riley range
her door chime. "Enter," Nikki called out. Joyce walked in and when
she saw the decor in Nikki's office, she froze in her tracks. Nikki
looked at her perplexed as to her, there was nothing wrong with the
office. "May I help you Lieutenant?" she asked Joyce.
"I don't know," the frightened Joyce responded still not daring
to move. Nikki looked to see where the woman was looking. It seemed
she was scared of Nikki's whip collection. "Lieutenant, they are not
going to jump off the wall and bite you. They are collectors items that
I have procured through out my travels.
The lieutenant seemed to relax a little. Nikki pointed to the
seat and asked her to sit down. The woman hesitated slightly but took
the seat.
"Now what seems to be the problem," asked Nikki.
"I seem to be afraid of my own shadow lately," Joyce replied.
Nikki knew that this was going to take a while so she settled in
her chair and did her best to seem attentive. It took everything she
had not to bolt out of her seat and charge the woman with a whip in each
hand and with a battle cry that could be heard two galaxies away.

End Log

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Mission Briefing SD 9809.13
"You Spin Me Round Like A Record Baby PT2,
'A Three Hour Tour' "

Surak has just finished the holo-film, of "Gilligan's Island". Surak had
to admit that the films comedic elements were certainly potent. He leaned
over and set the PADD down on his hospital bed tray.
He scooched down underneath the covers and pulled the blankets over
himself.
Very soon the half Vulcan Captain was asleep.....

When suddenly there was a flash.....

Assignments/Roles:

Gilligan-Elias
The Skipper-Scott
The Professor-Roberts
Thurston Howell-Keldar
Ginger-Elena
Mary Anne-LeNaud
Mrs. Howell (a.k.a "Lovey") - Winters
Head Hunter Leader- Kala
(the canibalistic type, not the Human Resources type)
Head Hunter 1- Dion

Any of the "Gamma" Shift crew will be assigned as needed.

Mission Briefing:
If your one of the seven stranded cast-aways, your mission is simple: Get
Off The Island. If your a Head Hunter, your mission is...to hunt heads. <g>
Note: Your sim chacters personality is still present. You simply appear in
the clothes and roles of the Islanders. Most of you will not understand why
your on an island or wearing a 50 extra pounds and a sailor's hat. You'll
have to figure out who you are, why your there, and you to end it.

Captain Dante Aristotle Surak,
Commanding Officer,
Outposct Cousteau,
Vantar IV, Beta Quadrant

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::Keldar picked up his recorder::Duty log commencing....Had to return to the
outpost for some food, lunch break and all. Found that the outpost was a hub
of activity...the crew had found something down in the mine shaft. Something
odd....something never before seen. We are warned to stay as far away from it
as possible. Of course as a officer I will comply with the order. I am now
heading back to
finish up with the defensive arrays. End log::Keldar thinks for a moment...Of
course something that rare and new if I could just get a peek at it Im sure I
could find a buyer and be rich.....hmmm....

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:Sitting at her little desk in her little cubicle rubbing the lump on her
head....trying to figure out how to write her duty log. Opens the PADD and
begins recording...::

Ensign Mandelia Smith, duty log Star date ::pauses and looks up at the date
display on the PADD:: Um....9809.14...::thinks for a moment...has it really
only been a day?::

::sighs, stalling not sure how to write what happened::

I reported for duty, was in a cave, there was a sphere, the captain got
sucked into it, I think... I was a bit confused on that part everything
happened so fast. Next thing I know I'm on a beach waking up at Major
Elias's feet with a lump on my head and someone telling me I was acting like
a head hunter.
Close duty log.

::Rubs her head and feels like that was the stupidest duty log she ever
wrote, then realizes that was the first duty log she ever wrote. Shrugs her
shoulders and files it anyway. Opens her personal log which she has been
writing in the form of a diary, wondering if talking out the events will help
get them straight in her mind::

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"Dressed For Success"
DL Captain Dante Aristotle Surak

"We have a message for the Captain, from Star Fleet Command.....The
Dominion has taken Dynax 2," the confused voice said over the intercom.
Raising both eyebrows, the captain ran out of "Health Bay" issuing a
command for the Outpost to go to yellow alert. Sliding between closing doors
on a TL the captain rode to Main Ops.
The turbolift stopped its ascent and the doors slid open. Surak burst
through the doors, into Main Ops. "Put the fleet tactical display on the main
viewer!" he said walking down the steps to the center control station.
A few seconds later, Ens Chatter complied, with a tone of confused
levity in his voice.
Cappy gave the Ensign The Look™, and then turned to the main viewer.
Never realizing that he still had his "backside revealing" "Health Bay" gown
on.
Captain Dante Aristotle Surak,
Commanding Officer,
Outpost Cousteau, OP-102770
Vantar IV, Beta Quadrant

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=/\=
Auxiliary Craft Department
Vessel List/Inventory

Starships:
USS Desiderata, NCC-608910, Redemption Class

Runabouts:
USS Ob, NCC-99889, Danube Class
USS Yenesei, NCC-99812, Danube Class
USS Isle Royale, NCC-100123, Yellowstone Class
USS Biscayne, NCC-100125, Yellowstone Class

Shuttle Craft:
5 Cochrane Class Shuttle Craft
9 Type 9A Cargo Shuttles
4 Modified Type 7 Personnel Shuttles
(Modified for Recon. & Tactical Operations)
4 Type 6 Personnel Shuttles

Shuttle Pods:(for intra-planetary travel)
7 Type 16 Shuttle Pods
7 Type 15A Shuttle Pods

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"Dressed For Success Too"
Or "I'll get you Q"
DL Major Casey Montgomery Elias

Entering Main Ops right behind the Captain, Casey should have been the first
to make his Skipper aware of his "breezy" situation. However, Casey was
struggling with his own problems. Recalling all Security teams, Casey then
checked that the Tactical Platforms were all on-line and operational. Scott
would assume command of the external planetary defenses while, as the Chief
Security Officer, Casey would take charge of the security of the Outpost
itself.
Comfortable that things were proceeding as they should, Casey ducked into
his office and as soon as the door was closed he literally ripped his clothes
off. Actually, ripped his "Dress" off would be more accurate. Since the "Q"
had decided that Casey need to be adorned as a school girl, he was put into a
cute little party dress, (Pink with white lines and lace), a little sun
bonnet, and black paten leather shoes.
Reaching into his locker he pulled out another uniform and quickly donned
it. He then scooped up the tattered remains of a once adorable outfit and
shoved them into the recycler and burst forth from his office, one very
pissed off jar head!
Why had the Dominion suddenly over run Dynax 2? OPC was more than likely not
on the Dominion list of secondary targets. For that matter, probably not even
on thier list of tertiary targets... being so far removed from the main UFP
highways and byways. However, you could never be too prepared. Right after
the Staff Meeting that the Skipper was sure to call momentarily, Casey would
have a meeting of his own with the Security teams. Now was a good time
to give Kit the opportunity to show her stuff. Since he was acting XO until
Starfleet found a suitable one for the Outpost, Casey would be busy with
those duties and Kit would have to step up to the details of running
Security. He had no worries on that score.
Mumbling under his breath as he pulled a cup of Coffee out of the
replicator, Ensign Chatter and Ensign Cranium over heard bits and pieces
"...ing Q. I'll whup his Ug......ss if I ever get another chance! Dress.....
as a ...just because his ego... I'll rip..........t!"
Casey continued to sware under his breath as he notice the hundreds of
starfleet memos starting to be logged by the communications net.. the dates
made no sense to him... the memos were coming in were from next week... now
next month....... now next year? What gives here?

Major C. M. Elias,
SFMC