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Aegis didn't care that she was still wearing her 'work' clothes, that
her eyes were red from lack of sleep, that her hair was askew from worried
fingers, that her stomach screamed for something to eat, nothing else
mattered except Jack. Finally after hours of pacing and memorizing the
artwork in the waiting area, they had allowed her to see him.
Carefully she brushed his hair back and caressed his face. He was pale,
but gone was the death pallor. She resisted the temptation to look under the
sheet to check if he really was whole, settling instead to just hold his hand
and watch him breathe. After a while a single tear slid down her cheek. She
spoke softly. "You really scared me Jack. I thought I had lost you."
Pausing to think, "I was in charge of the away team. I should have kept
better check on what everyone was doing."
She stopped to take a deep breath and think a few more moments. "But
what I really want to know is why Did you go off on your own? That was
really stupid Jack. How could you endanger yourself like that?" Feeling the
tears flowing freely, "I don't know if I can handle this." Stops and stares
at him for a second. "Maybe we should just call this off."
Aegis let go of his hand and stepped back from the bed, then turned and
walked quickly from the room.

Laying unconscious on bio bed... Jack's mind feels like he is falling off a
cliff into darkness... he hears a voice.. "that was stupid Jack".. he cannot
make out who is speaking those words at first.. Fighting to stop the fall...
he finally recognizes the voice.. "Maybe we should just call this off."..
it's Aegis ....where ?...why?.. he slowly wakes..for a moment ... he detects
someone leaving...where is he?.. finally darkness again...
Aegis is walking down the corridor wearing a short skirt, stockings, a waist
length shirt, slightly low cut, boots.. she stops outside a door..enters a
code and enters.. inside the light is dim.. she looks around.."where are you
lover boy".. no answer..she seductively walks over to the table to find a
feast served and ready..she smiles. She then hears a sound in the bedroom
area and she walks to the door.. spots a figure dressing next to the closet..
queitly she approaches, puts her arms around him and
kisses his back.. " Hello Randall. .. missed me?"

Jack wakes suddenly , tries to raise up and feels an immense pain ..groggy..
he realizes it was a dream..a bad..bad dream

TBC

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A nurse stopped Aegis on her way out of sickbay. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, Thank you. I just need to go someplace to think."
Aegis let words reverberate through her head ~~some place to think~~
Before she knew it she found herself standing in front of the holodeck.
"Computer, the Duart castle program."
"Password authorization required."
She stood there for a moment trying to think what would he use when it
occured to her, "Aegis."
"Program complete, you may enter when ready."
She stepped into the holodeck slowly taking in the sight. For some reason
she did not understand this place spoke to her and she needed its'
tranquility. With a little work she managed to find her way around to the
small meadow she had walked with Katherine. She found the bench and sat
watching the brook tricklin by.. small wildlife..timidly drinking from it..

Alexander walked up behind her, "Lady Aegis?"
Aegis, startled by his voice turned to look at him "Alexander?"
Alexander merely looked at her with what she would describe as a look of
practiced patience. " Is something wrong?" Aegis just looked at him.
"Where is master John Patrick?"
Aegis just turned her attention back to the stream.
Alexander remained unmoving, ever patient. "My lady.. is there something
wrong?"
She spoke softly not really noticing who she was speaking to, "Jack was
injured."
"Where is he Lady Aegis?"
"Sickbay."
Alexander's voice seemed to express a genuine level of concern. "I see.
May I ask why you are here?"
"What?" Aegis thinks to herself, I am losing it, I am sitting here talking to
a hologram.
"Why are you here my lady? Is there a reason you are not with him?"
Looking at him oddly, "I am here to think. Alexander, why are you here?"
The hologram looked at her with confusion, "I keep this place, dont you
remember?"
"Yes, but this is a hologram...."
"I beg your pardon, Lady Aegis?"
"Nevermind, " she decided that this was not the time to pursue.
Alexander smiled as though he understood, "Master John Patrick programmed
me to be interactive. I am ..how can I put it.. here when he wants to
talk."
"I guess he misses being home."
"I assume so. Do you wish to talk, Lady Aegis?
"I dont' know," She rubbed her hands across her face. "He nearly got himself
killed."
"Is he alright?
Looking at him directly, "what would you do without him Alexander?"
The hologram actually seemed to ponder the question. "I would miss him very
much, my lady."
"I would too, maybe more than I want to admit." Sitting quietly for a
moment, "Alexander, what has he told you about me?"
Alexander's smile seemed to widen, "He is most in love with you.. lately you
are all he speaks of. He has changed."
Curiosity was getting the best of her, "Changed how?"
Alexander looked at her thoughtfully, "He is finally happy."
"What do you mean?"
The last time he was here.. he hung from that branch there ::points::
singing about how in love he was
Aegis pictured Jack and laughed for just a second, "Alexander, I don't know
if I can handle this."
"Handle what my lady."
"The pain, the fear."
In his ever patient voice, "Could you explain please?"
"He almost died."
"what are you afraid of?"
"Of losing him."
'If you run away, you will never have him to lose."
"Maybe the real fear is having him," she spoke very softly.
"May i ask why you feel this way?"
Wrapping her arms around her head in frustration, "I don't know, all I know
is that I do love him more than I had thought humanly possible."
Alexander looks at her.." then go to him..care for him.. because he feels the
same about you...It would be a shame to let such feelings go to waste..
because one is afraid.."
Aegis stands up, hugs and kisses Alexander on the cheek and exits the HD.

TBC

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Aegis exits the Holodeck and heads for her quarters for a quick shower..she
picks out her outfit... short skirt, low cut waist length blouse..fixes her
hair and returns to sick bay.. she enters and nods to the nurse..who motions
her to Jack's side.

The dream ..so vivid.. why is Aegis with Randall..maybe .. suddenly pain...he
wakes..confused he realizes the pain is real.. where is he?.. noticing the
bio-panels..Sickbay. He tries to remember what happened.. did Randall shoot
him?..no.. a mission .. The breen..6 .of them guarding the Klingon Child..
Hearing a sound behind him, he tries to get up..nope that hurts too
much..then he hears the sweetest voice in the world...

"Hi, " she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
He blinked at her for a moment and then croaked a very weak, "Hi."
"How you feeling?"
"Hurts a little."
"Well that'll teach you not to wander off on your own."
"but..
"But nothing Mr..
"I had to."
"Had to nothing. Ensign. You nearly died and I don't intend to lose anyone
under my command ever."
Frowning "Is that all you are worried about?"
Losing her command composure.. "Damn it Jack.. I nearly lost you!.. why did
you go off alone?
"I am sorry sweetheart.. I was trying to help you find the child"
Silently she looks into his eyes.. a tear finds its way out.. Jack holds her
hand.. "I wont do it again."

The nurse approaches and checks his readings.." Keep up this good recovery
and you may get out tomorrow.."

Jack looks at Aegis.."see, it wasn't that bad"

A series of Joint logs by Ens JP Ryan and Ltjg Aegis Briseis

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Randall Cross Striker
Personal Log SD:9612.29

This log marks my disaffilation from the Special Operations Group. Earlier
today I turned in my resignation forms to Eliz, and as a result I will be
open for anything Admiral Hanson has planned for me. My last conversation
with him about my refusing to watch over his daughter did not go over well on
the old man, and according to what he said...I'll be returning to the
beautiful Atlanta Maximum Security Correctional Facility.

Elizabeth has cleared me the use of a shuttle away from the Shiloh back to
Earth, with an escort of course. She also has me departing the Seventh of
the new year, at around 2100 hours or something, not sure... but Im sure
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum outside will be sure to remind me when.

I have also compiled a letter to Commander Leigh at Nigala to do what she can
to get this parrot off my hands, after all they dont allow pets in jail. I
must admit the thing got on my nerves at first, but now I'm almost s.....
well that I am going to m.... I mean that it will seem too quiet around now.
::nods affirmatively::

Anyway because I'm not a total idiot I know any sort of farewell or goodbyes
will just open myself to insults, I have decided to forgo all of that garbage
and remain in my quarters until the seventh arrives.

Computer End Log Lieu....

Reset

Computer End Log Randall C. Striker

.........

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SD9612.24

::Madison sat in the forward lounge of the USS Winchester, wiling away her
time en route to earth to enjoy two weeks' shoreleave for the holidays::

>Opening personal log

I am really looking forward to some time off. ... ::sighs:: Sometimes it's
nice to get away and be able to do something that I don't have to think about
so much. Relax, kick back. I wouldn't trade my position for anything; but
then on some days... ::grins to herself:: Some days are better than others,
right? As is the case anywhere.

I will just get to see Stephen before he has to return to the Darmok. He told
me that he is bringing the HD copy of Sierra's wedding, I can't wait to see
that. I really wish I could have made it for that! Too bad she can't join the
three of us out in California. It would be great to have the fantastic four
together again!

>Closing personal log

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SD9612.25
2100 hrs
San Franciso spaceport, Earth

Madison emerged from the shuttle Raleigh, her transport from the USS
Winchester. Rogue and Sydney waved her over, and there were a few moments of
joyful reunion, then Rogue grabbed Madison's bags and led the way to the
Quodlibet shuttle. They all piled in, and Rogue piloted for the short trip up
to the Quodlibet Estates in Napa Valley. The three women chatted lightly as
the shuttle made its way northward.

"Mads, you still boxing?"

Madison grinned. "Of course. Man, I finally passed the sixth level on that
Andorian program I made, y'know? And so I was working out yesterday morning,
and I run level seven... and the first thing she did was knock head over
heels, over the ropes! I fell right onto my butt, and is it ever sore!"

Rogue and Syd looked at each other and suddenly they both burst into giggles.
Without even having to ask, Syd pulled out the incriminating PADD, activated
it and handed it to Madison.

"What's this?"

Syd watched as Madison reddened, paled, and then reddened again. She growled
loudly, hissing something out and snapping the PADD off angrilly. Syd thought
Mads was going to snap the PADD in two while she was at it.

"Where...... did you GET that?" Madison snorted, flushing red again.

Syd told her.

Madison groaned and slumped back in the seat. "That's what he meant, then!"

"I won't even ask how it got taken!" Rogue called back from the pilot's seat,
before she laughed again.

"And I won't explain!" Madison declared, slapping her forehead in annoyance.
"How could he -- ? Where did he?" Useless questions. She thumped a fist
against the seat. "ARGH!"

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Jack awakened to find Aegis snuggled against him. He gently caressed her
cheek, the memory of last night still vivid in his mind. He watched her for
a moment before disengaging himself. He quickly located his boxers and
slipped them on. He turned back to see Aegis, laying uncovered. He stood
for a moment and admiring her form. A smile formed across his face as he
remembered how it felt to run his hands over her skin.. a slight shiver at
the memory of her touch..her lips on his chest..neck.
He covered her up gently, walked to the replicator and ordered up a blood red
rose which he took back and placed on the pillow next to her. He gently
brushed back a lock of hair from her face and watched her sleep.. so
peaceful.. does he detect a smile?.. nah, must be his imagination.
He proceeded to the replicator, took out a chip and placed it in the bank...
soon.. a tray appeared with 2 omlettes a la Jack, and hot cocoa.. He walked
into the bedroom and placed the tray on the table. Jack bent down and gently
kissed Aegis on the back of the neck..
Aegis stirred in her sleep, sighing contentedly as she opened her eyes and
rolled over to face him. "Good Morning, " she gave him a most inviting
smile.
"That it is," Jack leaned down and kissed her deeply pulling her tightly
against him. Aegis wrapped her arms around him letting the blanket slide off
her. The feel of his bare skin on hers brought back all the wonderful
feelings of the night before making her flush. She didn't want to stop,
wanted to relive every incredible moment. Jack moved his hands down her back
and up again feeling each curve. Aegis wanted him, didn't want him to stop,
but the loud rumble from Jack's stomach was distracting.
"Hungry?"
Jack laughed. "Just a bit." He turned to the table, "Fortunately breakfast
is ready."
Aegis sat up in the bed pulling the blanket over her. She noticed the red
rose on his pillow. She picked it up and placed it in her hair.

Fluffing her pillows, he placed the tray with breakfast on her lap..took out
a napkin and placed it on her lap. Picking up a fork he cut a piece of
omelette and fed it to her. He sat there looking into her eyes and wondering
what good deed done had given him such a reward. She gestured at the food
and then at him. He took a bite of omellette and ate.

Breakfast done with.. Aegis laid back and relaxed. Jack gave her a kiss and
then stood, "I think I shall clean up." Aegis listened as he turned on the
water and climbed in. With soap in his eyes Jack suddenly realized that he
is no longer alone.. feeling her hands on his back. .he turned and pulled her
in .

A Joint log by Ens Jack Ryand and Ltjg Aegis Briseis

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On Atlantis, most stations are dark. The crew has been given leave for the
holidays. The skeleton crew commanded by Captain Hanson is working on
maintenance diagnostics. Jack and Aegis, having chosen to spend their R & R
on base.
Waking up early, Aegis turns to Jack who is sleeping deeply.. she gently
kisses him and decides to let him rest. Getting up, she heads for the shower
and dresses in her utilities, deciding to work on some improvements on one of
the shuttles. She stops by the mess hall which is empty and orders a lite
breakfast which she carries with her to the shuttle dock. She chooses the one
named the Mongoose and boards it, walks to the helm and gets clearance from
the watch officer to take it out.
Working thru the start up procedures, she readies the shuttle and eases it
out of the dock and heading for the target range located 50 Km away from the
base. She enters some codes into the computer to have the shuttle hover in
the area and picking up her tools she proceeds to remove a maintenance panel
under TAC to start her work.

Opening his eyes, he reaches over only to find that he is alone, he sits up
and looks around rubbing his eyes. "Aegis?" No response.. "Computer, please
locate Lt Briseis"
"Lt Briseis is not on the base" ..Arching an eyebrow.." can you determine her
current location?"
"Accessing"... "Lt Briseis is on the shuttle Mongoose.. currently at the
target range"

Wondering what she is up to, he sits at her desk and looks at some diagrams
for enhanced Tactical circuitry. Smiling he heads for the bathroom, takes a
long hot shower and slips on his Utilities, shakes his head, allowing his
hair to fall naturally and orders up a few things from the replicator and
heads for the Transporters with mischief on his mind...
Entering the Transporter room, he pulls out his Stealth adjuster and goes to
work on the transporter. Locating the exact coordinates of the shuttle, he
enters them into the transporter database and hops onto the pad.. using his
remote, he energizes and silently he arrives on the shuttle. Smiling, he
spots Aegis, working on TAC humming a melody. He quietly moves over to the
gravitation control and sets it to zero G's.. he starts floating in the air
just as Aegis utters.."what in the ...." as she holds
on to the console. Jack already high above her, pushes off gently off the
roof and scoops her off her feet..

"Jack Ryan! :: frowning:: what do you think you are doing?"
Jack turns her around and gives her a most passionate kiss, which soothes
Aegis' anger..

" I just wanted to give you a Zero G kiss " he says with a grin.
"Is that so, and what else Mr Ryan?"

He whispers in her ear, and she smiles.. "computer..lights off" .
"Jack this should prove most interesting!..floating around not knowing what
we are going to bounce off next!..you sure you know what you are doing?"
::her voice almost teasing::
"Aw Aegis.. just don't move too sudden."

Joint Log Lt Briseis/Ens Ryan

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"Jack, I don't know if this is a good idea" <bump!> "ouch"..Jack!
" I'm sorry!.. here..< rip> now... wait... ::they bounce off the deck and
head up::" Aegis..move your leg.." ..."Jack!.. that's my arm" ... "Jack..
now that is nice.. oh yessss...very nice.." <thump> "Jack..how did you get
on board?" ..::smiling in the dark:: " I am a member of the SOG.. I am an
expert in penetrating fortified positions"
"You so Sure." :::bouncing off away from him, but listening to his heavy
breathing:::
Suddenly the sound of a jar..being opened is heard "Jack? Is that what I
think it is?"
" Yep " <smak> "most yummy" .. Suddenly she drops on his back..takes the jar
from his hand...<unzip> "Ok big boy.. If you want anymore you will have to
come find them"
Finding a foot.. he starts to move towards his target ..hmmm so soft....what
happened to the utilsuit? A smile ... <kisses>
"you're getting warmer Ensign" ::bouncing off the Tac console...then Comm
console.. a hand drops down and activates..
"Oh Yesss Jack"...
The Prize is won..and he holds her close as her body shivers in his arms
floating in space..

Specialist DoRight tried hard to stiffle the yawn that was quickly
overtaking him. He looked at his chronometer to see that he still had 25
minutes of duty. There was rarely any comm traffic at this hour so he just
sat monitoring what limited bit of traffic there was between the duty shift
personnel doing mostly maintenance and routine diagnostics. The open comm
channel to the shuttle Mongoose holding station just off the base quickly
caught his attention, but not hearing anyone speak kept quiet
and listened closely

Aegis reaches for Jack in the dark.. pulling him close..<riiiiippppppp> Jack
slowly moves up next to her..barely touching her.. suddenly .. frenzy..
passion.. <thump>
"Oh Aegis".. "Oh Jack" <computer: Please restate the question" ..
Envirocontrol compensates for heat increase.. then .. the cloak comes
on..cloak goes off.. cloak comes on ..cloak goes off...Finally.. in
unison.."I Adore you".... something activates the Red alert switch.. Low Red
light floods the cabin..

Atlantis to Mongoose..state the nature of the alert?

Joint Log Lt Aegis Briseis/ Ens Jack Ryan

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Opening his eyes Lucifer slowly became accustomed to the darkened
surroundings in the Captain`s new quarters of the Shiloh. Lucifer shifted
his vision back and forth then finally settled on the still sleeping form of
Elizabeth. With the exception of the thin sheet still covering them both and
the slight smile still playing at her lips she was completely nude.
Smiling to himself at the sight before him; he shifts his weight and places a
soft kiss on her cheek only to be greeted by a low incoherent murmur and the
rustling of the sheets as her smile grew wider.

Leaning back he reaches over for the PADD lying on the night stand and
activates it. Studing it for a moment he takes note of the things that
still needed to be done today. A couple of meetings with his surperiors and a
pile of reports that needed to be written and filed about the occurances and
events under which the new ship had been delivered before planned.
He began to let his thoughts drift to the fact that it was sheer luck that
he happened to be in that area. According to the flight manifests and
profiles of the other ships in the fleet no-one was suppossed to be in that
area which made it a perfect place to give the new ship a test run before
delivery was set.
Finding Elizabeth and her group there definatly explained why other ships
were routed away from the area. The encounter under which they were
experiencing was also another stroke of luck for him to arrive at such a
time.

Making a couple of notes on the PADD Lucifer decided to write a letter to the
crew of the SOG giving them an explaination of sorts as to how he came to be
in their area of operations at such a time. He thought he'd try to get them
to understand that it was mere happenstance as to his timely arrival.
Perhaps a few small gifts to try to smooth over some of the rather unwelcome
or unsure feelings that the crew had.
Shaking his head from side to side he decided against that plan of action.
That would seem like a bribe to them; possibly making things even more
difficult now that the Draco had been destroyed and was going to have to be
replaced by his division.
The second notation was a reminder to get Mr. Ryan a book of acient Terran
coins. Especially since he seemed not to understand what the quarters were
suppossed to mean when Eliz gave him a choice of going to his quarters or
Sickbay.

Feeling the bed shift slightly, Lucifer looks up from his PADD and into the
eyes of Eliz who was smiling at him. Her leaf green eyes twinkled playfully
as she pushes a hand through the tangled masses of her flame red hair.
"Working now .. Lu ?" She grins evilly as she stretches languidly; allowing
the sheet to slid away from her smooth form. "Oh no ,not at all." A devilish
smile crosses his face. "Just making a few notes while you were catching your
breath." He takes a moment to look appreciatively at
the firm muscles rippling under her skin.
Elizabeth smiles at the stolen glance "Well I`ve caught my breath now,
darling." She places a hand, claws entended suggestively on his chest.
Lucifer's smile gets even more devilish as he tosses the PADD in the general
direction of the night stand. Lucifer reaches for the sheet and pulls it up
and over both of their heads. "So I see ..." and the giggling from both began
again.

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A knock resounded on Elizabeth`s door only a moment before Lucifer entered
the office. His smile resembled a grimace more than anything else. Without
so much as a greeting he immediately got down to the reason for his visit.
"Captain Hanson, I need to talk business with you about something that I have
some reservations with. However *my* superiors consider it a good risk if
things turn out the way they should.

Taking a deep breath he continues, "The Fleets Bio-medical facilities and my
division have been working on a few things which I consider to be playing
with forces better left alone. Unfortunately I must follow orders same as
you. The orders I recieved was to secure a test subject with a certain
psychological profile.
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed even more. In a low and deceptively calm voice she
asked, "How does that affect me and what experiment do they wish to
conduct?" Hanson replied with a look that gave no hint as to what she was
thinking.

"The test won`t affect you directly but could turn out to be a great asset
not only for SOG but for the Fleet all together. "But" .. He pauses
momentarly to collect his thoughts, "It will affect the subject who`s profile
fits the bill and they`ve made a selection. Their from your group." He takes
out a PADD and reads off a list of names.
"Specialist Renshaw, Cheif Baker, Cheif St James, and Commander Maeve." He
stops and looks up at Elizabeth to guage her reaction. Seeing that she is
giving nothing away he continues. "There are a variety of reasons for
choosing these four as test subjects but we only need one."

The reaction Lucifer was waiting for quickly came as Elizabeth walked around
the front of her desk. She was seething with fury as she remembered her own
experiences as a *test subject.* "So your asking me if you and your people
can play god with an officer's life? One of *my* people? Here's your answer,
NO!" Her shout seemed to shake the very walls of the office. "You damned well
cannot Mr Lucifer. ::growling at him in earnest::

Taking another deep breath to calm down his own rising anger at her
stubbornness he takes a step closer to her. "Elizabeth please ,thats not how
it is really and their are some minor diffirences. To start with we *both*
have our orders to follow. The second is it would be the subjects decision to
do this or not.This is in no way an order but it is *my* orders to approach
him on this subject. Since you know them better than myself I would greatly
enjoy your cooperation in this matter."

Barely controlling her anger she glares at him. Her jaw set in determination
to protect her officers. "What is this experiment going to consist of.
Exactly what will be the results you people are trying to achieve?" Her rapid
fire questions were snapped out without pausing. She diffently had her
suspicions about his motives.

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"Strength and physical enhancement, acuity of all the senses, and quicker
reactions. It could be a great asset to all of the Fleet but it`s still
untested at this time. Thus the need for a "volunteer" with the right
profile."
I will ultimatly leave you with the decision of the who, what, and where of
how to approach the subjects to the idea."

The only outward sign Elizabeth showed of her anger were the clenched hands
at her side. The claws looking quite dangerously sharp in the light. In a
low emotionless voice she pointed towards the door with one claw. "Four words
for you Mister Lucifer. "NO WAY" and"GET OUT!"

Lucifer blinked at Elizabeth and her reaction. He had known she wouldn't like
what he had to say but he had thought she would take it better than this.
"Now wait a minute Elizabeth. We don't have a choice in this matter. These
are ORDERS damnit!" He had just lost all patience with this stubborn woman.
Elizabeth turned and walked to the viewport. Her back was ramrod straight as
she stared out. "Unless you'd like to be forcibly removed from this office I
suggest you leave. Now."

A low menacing growl was the only sound Lucifer made as he turned and left
the office. The doors swooshed open and his long strides quickly carried him
far from Elizabeths office.

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Elizabeth stood staring out the viewport for a long time. Hours seemed to
pass as thoughts of the recent events played through her head. She recalled
one event quite clearly. She had woken up that morning cuddled close to
Lucifer. The silly grin plastered to his face had made her respond with one
of her own. She had slid out of the bed and grabbed a duty uniform. After a
quick shower she had dressed and had some breakfast. She had allowed Lucifer
to sleep in since she had wore him out the night before.
She had placed a soft kiss on his lips and ran a hand through his
disheveled hair before leaving her quarters for duty.
Shaking her head she cursed herself. It seemed she had screwed up so many
times since she had taken command of the SOG. First she had allowed the
Shiloh to be blown to pieces. Then in some way she had put Striker's back up
against the wall. If that wasn't enough one of her officers, Ryan, had been
injured in the line of duty. That had happened while she had been allowing
the Draco to be blown to pieces. She once again thought about her
inadeqacies of command. Maybe she really wasn't cut out for this
job.
She turned slowly at sank into her chair. Picking up a PADD she glanced in
disinterest at the intellegence reports. The real Commander Ahrele had
expressed her displeasure in not being notified of her clones death. As if
she still had that kind of security clearance for Eliz to notify her of the
events concerning her clones death.
With a growl she slammed her fists onto her desk. She mentally admonished
herself for allowing all these foolish thoughts to cause her any guilt. She
was the Commanding Officer of the SOG. Although they had taken some hard
knocks they were still 95 percent successful on all their missions. She must
be doing something right she told herself.
With a sigh she finally leaned forward and activated the ships comm.
"Commander Maeve, Specialst Renshaw, Chief Baker, Chief StJames, and Mister
Lucifer, please report to conference room two immediately."
She deactivated the comm and strode confidently out of her office. There was
no way in *hell* she was going to give up and quit fighting. She was a
*Hanson* after all. It took her just under a minute to arrive at the
conference room but still her partner Commander Maeve was sitting at the
table waiting. Maeve stood up and nodded to Hanson. She decided not to go
into pleasentries since she could see Elizabeth was in her *all* buisness
mode.
"Captain." Maeve greeted evenly.
"Commander" Elizabeth nodded in reply. She took her place at the head of the
table and waited for the other members to arrive. Not five minutes had passed
before all had assembled. Lucifer was the last to walk in.
He nodded once in Elizabeth general direction. His jaw was clenched but
otherwise he appeared calm and resonable. Elizabeth wasted no time for
trivalties as she started in on the duty ahead of her.

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"The reason you are all here is because I've been *ordered," She pauses to
give Lucifer a scathing glare before she continues, "by High command to ask
the four of you if one of you would like to volunteer himself for a special
test." Once again she pauses and shoots Lucifer a withering glare. "This
would require the officer in question to consent to undergo certain changes
to his physiology. Among these changes would be enhanced strenth, agility,
and speed."
Elizabeth paused to take a breath before proceeding. "This is in no way to be
considered an order. This is on a volunteer basis only but only one of you is
needed. I will completely understand if none of you wish to undergo this
process. However if you have any questions please address them to Mister
Lucifer. The officer who finally consents to this procedure should report to
my office directly afterwards. Mister Lucifer this meeting is all yours."
Elizabeth quickly left the room before she could interject her personal
opinion. Her duty was now officially over. She had informed them. It was up
to Lucifer to find his *subject.* There would be time enough to voice her
personal opinion to the officer who finally decided to take on this
procedure. In her heart she hoped and prayed that none of her officers would
do it. Her own memories of being a test subject came vividly to the surface.
She immediately pushed them down and entered her office. Sitting
down in her chair she waited.......

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Elizabeth strode into the lounge after her duty shift was over. She had
exchanged her duty uniform for a tight fitting green mini dress that matched
her leaf green eyes. Her flaming red hair was piled high on her head in a
loose French twist. Her eyes searched the room and blazed slightly as she
spotted Lucifer. He had a huge smile on his face and was sitting chatting
with a woman named Mstrad. She narrowed her eyes and then turned from the
sight as she made her way over to the bar.
She easily reached over the bar and grabbed her usual bottle of Ice Wyne and
a glass. With her drink in hand she moved slowly over to the view port and
found an empty table. On her way over Lucifer smiled at her and raised his
voice slightly for her to hear him. "Are you still mad?"
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him and smiled ever so sweetly. "Keep smiling
like that and you'll quickly find out." With that she sat down and poured
herself a glass of wyne. For a long while she sat there and thought about the
events of the day. Occasionally she would glance over at Lucifer and the
woman he was sitting with. For the most part though she thought about the
hundreds of different tortures she's like to do to Mister Lucifer. Finally
the woman stood and Lucifer turned his attention on her.
Elizabeth, unable to stand it anymore stood up from her table.
Lucifer turned to her with that smile plastered on his face and asked, "Are
you gonna be mad at me all night?"

Elizabeth took a step towards him and smiled again, "No, actually I was
thinking of just killing you now and getting it over with."

"Is that how you handle everything? Just kill them and be done with it?"

Elizabeth nods and takes another step closer to him, "Why of course. It's
worked in the past."

"Look Eliz I was just telling you what I was informed of so you would be
aware of what was going to happen."

Eliz took another step towards him allowing only an inch to separate them.

"You need to learn to separate your personal life from business Elizabeth."

Elizabeth growls, with each word she says she taps his chest with an extended
claw. "Those are my people. How did you expect me to react?"

Lucifer kept his calm and continued to stare at Elizabeth, "In a professional
manner. Orders are orders. No way around them."

She thumped his chest again, "Professional? Those are my people! It's my
responsibility to protect them!

They do have a choice in all of this Eliz. All we had to do was tell them of
the option. We did. It's over.

"It's not a choice they should have to make. You and I both know your people
are messing where they shouldn't be messing and it could be dangerous for my
officers!"

"I don't like this any more than you but it's the job."

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::nods::"The only reason I even followed those orders was because of you!
Normally, I would have never done that. I could have just sent HQ back a BS
report.

"That's not the way to do it, Eliz. What if someone else sent a BS report and
it someone killed because of it?"

::glares, thumping his chest again::Why not send them to HQ? They send them
to me all the time. Turn about's fair play!"

"It`s not right, if everyone sends a BS report to Head shed then the system
gets clogged. You can't do things that way."

Shrugging, "I'll do whatever I have to do to protect my people. They are my
responsibility as their Captain."

"Honey, don`t say things like that. If the system get clogged then nothing
works right."

Growling, thumping his chest again, "Why didn't you just tell your CO to
talk to me anyway? Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?"

"I'm not telling you what to do Elizabeth. I wanted to tell you instead of
someone you`ve never seen before shoving orders down your throat. I don`t
like this any better than you do , but orders are orders ."

Frustrated she growls thumping his chest harder this time, "At least then I
could have yelled, ranted, and raved at the man....I wouldn't be so pissed
off now if you had allowed me that! You cheated me out of that privilege."

"I didn`t want to have to come to the Stockade to see you."
She smirks slightly, "I've got the best ship in the Fleet. What makes you
think they would have caught me?"

Lucifer snickers, " Elizabeth the renegade."

She allows a full smirk to light her face, "Why not..always have been..why
stop now...?"

"Not with the whole Fleet after your butt." He reaches for her, "I care for
you."

Shrugging again, "I wouldn't have gotten in that much trouble. There are only
a few that can really get me into a lot of trouble." Grinning, "Who would be
stupid enough to press charges against a woman with the SOG at her disposal?"
She blinks, allowing him to pull her into his arms but she is still tense and
stiff and unyielding.

Relax , its all going to turn out the way its supposed to." He kisses her on
top of head.

She frowns, "It still would have been easier if you had just told your CO to
come to me...then I would have had my fun and still followed orders and this
would never have happened."

"I really don`t like this any more than you but we have to follow orders."
Nodding slowly, " I know but I wanted to be the one to tell you instead."

She smells his unique scent, starts to loosen up ever so slowly "Your telling
me...I hope you know I may have to beat the officer who chooses to go through
with this thing..."

Chuckling, hugging her close. "I wouldn`t expect any thing less from you."

She smirks as she buries her head in his chest.

"Its gonna turn out the way it should .."

Nodding into his chest "It had better," Chuckling, "or there will be hell to
pay...She finally wraps her arms around his neck.

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He begins kissing her. He pulls back slightly, " we gonna stay and be social
or go home and be social." The smile on his face grows larger.

"The kind of social I want to be right now is not appropriate for the
Lounge..better take me home...Besides, I think I still need to work out some
aggression.

Nodding, "Now I see how it is. Of course. My thoughts also." He smiles.

"Think you can handle me?"

"Oh, I think I can. At least that's what you said last night."

Slaps him on the back, "Lucifer!"

"Shall we?"

"Yes, Lead the way, Master."

A few minutes later the two entered Elizabeth's quarters. As soon as the
doors slid shut Elizabeth turned, "Computer, seal doors. Only open them on my
command, authorization code, Zulo 328-845."

Computer> Doors sealed. Authorization code accepted.

Elizabeth watched Lucifer silently. He had a huge grin on his face, his arms
crossed over his chest. "Planning something, Eliz? Or just afraid you might
try to escape?"

Elizabeth moves forward, slipping a hand up his chest and pushing him none to
gently against the wall. "Actually, I didn't want you to escape after you
find out what your facing. And yes, I have *big* plans."

His hands slip around her waist pulling her just as roughly against him, Oh
really? And just what are these big plans?"

Laughing she leans up and begins whispering in his ear. After a minute she
pulls back and whispers huskily, "but it'll be even better if I show you."

Laughing, "Honey, you go right ahead but I should warn you....I have plans of
my own."

The quiet night was suddenly not so quiet as the sound of ripping fabric and
giggling filled the air.........

<The end...or is it?>

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Elizabeth stepped out of the tub dripping wet. Steam rose up towards the
cieling; carrying with it the sweet scent of strawberries. A bowl of already
eaten strawberries and cream sits beside the tub full of disappating bubbles.
Elizabeth reaches for a bottle of lotion and slowly smoothes it on. Stepping
up to the mirror she adds a little color to her eyes and her lips. Her cheeks
were already rosy red so she didn't bother adding any color to them.

She looked at her long flame red hair and decided to keep it down for the
night. She so rarely got to leave it down. She slowly brushed the long
strands out until they curled softly about her face; hanging down to the
middle of her back in a cascade of flames.

She stepped out of the bathroom completely dry. Walking over to the bed she
fingers a long strapless dress. With care she slowly slips it on and zips it
up. Taking a look in the mirror she gazes at the effect critically. The
dress is about calf length and hugs her figure tightly. The slit in the side
shows off her shapely legs. The hair blazing about her face, her leaf green
eyes dancing merrirly, and her body sheathed in the black dress made her
smile widely. Tonight she would have fun...no matter
what.
She was feeling so generous and happy she had even extended the party
invitation to Striker. With the stipulation that the first time he gets out
of control she would put him in the brig. She hoped it didn't come to that.
She exited her quarters and walked happily to the holodeck where they would
have the party.

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Elizabeth stood at the viewport in her office at Atlantis. She still wore
the black evening gown she had worn to the party that evening. All the guests
had long since left the party. Having gone their seperate ways to visit
family and freinds.
She thought of her own family back on Betezed, gathered in the great mansion
that was the Hanson family home. She smiled remembering some very fond
memories in that house. Times when the entire family had gathered together to
express good wishes, laugh, and joke around. It was the one time of year
Elizabeth did not feel the need to compete. There wasn't a barrier, she was
seen as an equal to all her brothers.
With a touch of sadness she turned back to her desk where there was pile
after pile of reports to look through. Her father and mother had contacted
her to ask if she was coming home. It had been difficult to tell them that
her duties in the SOG would prevent her from going home. She had given the
entire team Shore Leave and someone had to stay on the base and watch after
operations; that someone was her. Not that she minded or was complaining her
father and brothers were still slightly upset about her
rapid rise through the ranks. They still believed she didn't have what it
takes, as a woman, to command Star Fleets' most elite group of officers.
Walking past the desk Elizabeth moved to the wall and pressed a button.
Murmuring her access code a small door sprang open with an almost silent hiss
of air. She took out the small holo-emitter and set it on the desk,
activating it.
**************
She smiled, seeing her husband and her son playing happily together. They
looked like the typical father-son Klingons. They rolled on the floor,
wrestling, growling, nipping, and laughing at each other. She saw herself
walk into the room with a tray full of goodies. Both the males immediately
sprang up and rushed her. She sat the plate on the table and laughed as her
small son barely a year old started to devour the food. She smiled and turned
to her husband who had swept her off her feet and twirled
her around the room.
*********
As the tears freely fell from her eyes Elizabeth leaned forward and
deactivated the machine. Taking it she puts it safely back in it's hiding
place. Sealing it tightly against prying eyes. Shaking her head she finally
walks to her desk and sinks into the chair. Looking around the office she
trys to get her emotions under control. She leans her head back and closes
her eyes.
Her thoughts wander to the events of the past year. The excitement of joining
the SOG. The trepidation of becoming the Commanding Officer of the SOG. The
wonder of finding ....Elizabeth suddenly stops that train of thought. There
was no point in allowing herself to believe herself in that condition.
Afterall she couldn't have those kind of entanglements. She had to be able
to pick up and leave at the drop of a pin. No second thoughts, no
hesitations. She couldn't afford to have that kind of emotional bond tying
her to someone else. Someone who could die and leave her alone again. No, it
wasn't worth it she thought. That kind of life wasn't for her so she
wouldn't allow herself to even think those kinds of traitorous thoughts. She
just c o u l d n' t b e....
With a soft sigh Elizabeth feel asleep in the chair. Her subconsious quickly
took over the thoughts her consious mind would not allow her to think. She
dreamed of a family, a future, and of her friends. If her subconsious mind
had any say so in her future than the next year would be a happy one
indeed.....

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Relieved that her duty shift was over, Aegis made a bee-line for her
quarters thinking of nothing but a hot shower. It seemed that everything and
person had gotten on her nerves and she felt like one more thing would just
send her over the edge. Finally making it inside her sanctuary, she slipped
off her boots and headed for the replicator.
"Hot chocolate with marshmallows." She picked up the mug and had just
started to take a sip when the door buzzer sounded. Grumbling for a sec,
what now, "Come."
With a big smile on his face..he waits for the door to open, it does
revealing his beloved..he walks in and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Hey
gorgeous".
"Not now Jack"..she takes a sip of her hot chocolate.
Jack looks at her confused.. "not now Jack what?.. Have i done something
wrong?"
Aegis walks toward her shower..cup in hand "Jack, just give me some space..
go fix the warp core". Entering the bathroom she orders the doors shut and
locked.
Jack, totally confused at the action, takes a seat and starts to think about
the last week.. had he done something wrong?..no.. had he hurt her in some
way?..no.. had he mistreated her in any way?..no.. so What in the universe
was wrong with her?.. he walks to the door to the bathroom , not realizing it
has been locked and tries to get in..only to find his nose imprint on the
door which did not open.. "hmmm I wonder what is wrong?" Inside the
bathroom.. he hears things being thrown, and
slammed..then..the door opens and he is face to face with Aegis. "You are
still here. I thought i told you to go clean out the warp core."..
"but Aegis, what is....."
"Jack, Leave Me Alone!!!".. Jack looking most confused, turns and exits her
room.
Walking back to his quarters, still trying to figure out what just happend..
keying access code ..the door opens and he enters .. heading for his
computer.."computer..scan Lt Briseis quarters.. can you give me her vital
signs?"
Computer> working..
Temperature... 97.. normal for the Lt is 96
Pulse : 70
Blood Pressure 120/90.. a bit high
There is indication that there is quite a bit of fluid retention and low
level abdominal Algia
Jack sits at his desk and starts to laugh.. then he gets serious.. "I must go
back to her" ::stands and walks out of his quarters heading back to hers
wondering what one said in a situation such as this...

Finally rid of Jack, Aegis filled the tub with hot water. She slowly peeled
off her clothes and slid in, the heat soaking into her tired and aching form.
She sipped at her cup of cocoa and thought to herself for a moment.
"Computer, open personal log."
Computer> "Working, you may begin when ready."

" :::sigh::: This has been a long, tiring day and certain things don't
help. I know I can be mean and I should have stopped to think. Jack didn't
know and he certainly didn't need to be yelled at. As soon as I am feeling a
little better, I will go see him."

Joint Log Lt Aegis Briseis/ Ens Jack Ryan

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Entering his access code, he enters her quarters.. not in the living room ,
he walks to her bedroom where he can here her in the tub. He stands at the
bathroom door, "Aegis?"
A bit surprised at his return, "Just a minute."

A smile on his face due mostly by the tone of her voice, he sits on the edge
of her bed an patiently waits.
Aegis walks into the bedroom, with a towel wrapped around her, smiling at
Jack.
"Feel better, sweetie?" .."Jack, I am sorry i yelled..its just that..."
Jack stands and wraps his arms around her. .. "I know what is bothering you
and I have the ideal medication."
Looking at him, " and what is it exactly that you think you know " with a
touch of sarcasm in her voice.
"Aegis, I have sisters and I know that there are times in a woman's life that
..they become rather moody. Why don't you get dressed and lets go to the
botanical gardens for a walk. It so peaceful there..it may make you feel
better"

Not knowing how to respond, she finally smiles " sounds great" goes to her
closet and lets the towel drop.
Jack gazing upon her suddenly feels warm.. how perfect she is..
"Mr Ryan you are not peeking are you?"
"Oh no..Mrs Ryan." He laughs
She starts to dress, fussing and annoyed with most of the clothes in closet,
she throws some around, making a big production letting some of the clothes
even land on Jack.
Jack laughs.. "Its ok sweetie". Finally settling on a long dark blue dress
and sandals, she turned her attention back to him. Digging him out of the
odd pieces of clothing, she laughed and gave him a kiss, "Let's go."

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Sol strode briskly down the corridor of deck 15 to enter the turbolift where
Chief Baker and Lieutenant Striker had, in a complete twist of fate, found
themselves in.
It was an awkward situation, of course. Especially with the recent plethora
of rather intersocially destablizing events still circulating in the station.
The tension was almost gaseous. And three of them being cramped in a lift
had added a notch or two to the Station Apprehension Meter. Sol stood the
closest to the lift door as it closed, and ordered a course to the TacCenter
while Striker's much more imposing build took up a third of the car.
Tamara winced. She tried to ignore the sweaty aroma of the unshaven, and
apparently, unbathed Betazoid, as well as the equally sharp but less
repulsive metallic scent of Sol. Funny, the robot had never been so...smelly
before, Tamara thought. She glanced once at Striker, under her lashes, then
stared ahead at the closed lift doors. She sent a mental curse to whatever
curious twist of fate put her into such an untenuous position. Little did she
realize how close the recipient of her curse was.
Randall put his arms behind his back, smiling widely in satisfaction of the
current predicament. He grinned even more as he pondered his genuis..track
Tam down, using nothing else but the loyally accurate ship computer, track
Sol down, using the same device, and "arrange" the daily routine enough to
the point where he, his prodigal robot, and his prodigal robot's partner,
would end up smack dab in turbolift 3E, deck 15. It had taken some work, but
the wince on Tam's face had made it all worth it.
"Sol!" Striker said in exceeding cheerfulness. "Buddy, how goes the
conference?"
Striker was refering to the chief's invitation to the Annual Cybernetic
Lifeforms Conference. This year, attendance was projected to quite
substantially suit the conference building, if not the hotels and transporter
buffers of Earth. "The conference will be proceeding as planned, sir. And I
will be leaving at 1800 hours Monday. I am on my way to inform the
commander." A chirp sounded.
Tam looked at Sol, unaware of the robot's prestigious invitation. "Good for
you, Sol! That's quite an honor. How long will you be gone?" she asked.
Sol turned to its partner and shifted suddenly to more vernacular pose.
"Well, babe, two weeks if ya really wanna know. You can come with me...I
rented a room at the Hilton." it beeped, vidscreen making a digitized grin.
It was almost eerie.
Despite the creepy visual projection on the robot's vidscreen, Tamara felt
and looked surprised at the robot; thinking she had settled this yesterday.
Closing/clenching her mouth she answered politely. "No thank you, Sol." And
then shot a furious glance at Striker.
Randall was busy trying to stifle a laugh when Tamara looked at him.
"Hmf!-well, good luck, Sol..."
Sol turned formally to the lieutenant scanning some peculiar diaphramic
spams in the Betazoid. And then faced the grey wall of the turbolift door.

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Sill Ellers was sleeping peacefully on his Romulan ale under the Mark VIII
annular isolinear chip manufacturer when a loud chirp-chirp suddenly and
violently hit his ears.
Ellers sat up way too quickly, allowing a dull pain to overcome his entire
cranium. At first, Ellers thought it was the ale doing it's morning routine
on him, but as soon as he painfully gained his vision, Sill saw that the
large bump on his forehead seemed to match the dent under the desk he was in.

He stumbled a bit in the mess of padds and spilled nonbreakable transparent
aluminum glasses of drinks. He was unshaven, smelled of sweat, and had a
terrible hangover.
"Man I love New Years.." he mumbled to no one but the quiet consoles around
him. Ellers arrived at a comm terminal, plopped down into a chair,and hoped
he wasn't hitting a self destruct sequence.
"Hrmf." The console had a brand new spanking classified SOG personal report
from Sol. That's good the he got home safely. Ellers thought. Very good. In
fact, it was really good. No, really really good.
"Sill, what the hell are you doing?" Christopher Ket'rechan, resident
Andorian and buff guy stood across the room at the door entrance.
"It's my noizemaker.." Ellers slapped a console making a few beeps and
chirps. He did it again and again.
Ket'rechan shook his head and went to the terminal.

>Accessing transmission...

Classified Level 2 Clearance

USF Special Operations Group
Chief Petty Officer Sol
Personal Log: [Classified]

The cybernetics conference on [Classified]was a complete success, with all
attendees and scientists having had a chance to voice their opinion on all
agenda issues . Dr. [Classified] was most pleased with my progress also, as
well as with the galaxy's in the field of artificial lifeforms.
I have returned to [Classified] [Classified] days after [Classified]
[Classified]. It is one my favorite occasions. Not only because it is an
interesting celebration, as it involves its all participants to express
emotional freedom and friendship at a specific point in time. Stardate
[Classified] hrs is perhaps one of the more pleasant times in the universe. I
believe Dr. [Classified] resolution was to get me a companion or two.
Ochram's Razor fails to persuade him otherwise.
There is good news also. Apparently Mr. [Classified] has proposed to Ms.
[Classified]. I hope she accepts-they make an exceptional pair. Perhaps
Capt. [Classified] would be so kind as to reinforce the buddy system and
assign them as partners?
On other interesting news, Lt. [Classified] has resigned his commission to
the [Classified]. This is most sad, as we will be losing a fine officer.
Albiet he is not the most social one. Or most well-mannered. Or cleanest. .
Or chivalrous. Perhaps he will find a better life elsewhere, or a better
start.
I will be returning to duty as soon as possible. I have much to do.

>End

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Sill Ellers was sleeping peacefully on his Romulan ale under the Mark VIII
annular isolinear chip manufacturer when a loud chirp-chirp suddenly and
violently hit his ears.
Ellers sat up way too quickly, allowing a dull pain to overcome his entire
cranium. At first, Ellers thought it was the ale doing it's morning routine
on him, but as soon as he painfully gained his vision, Sill saw that the
large bump on his forehead seemed to match the dent under the desk he was in.

He stumbled a bit in the mess of padds and spilled nonbreakable transparent
aluminum glasses of drinks. He was unshaven, smelled of sweat, and had a
terrible hangover.
"Man I love New Years.." he mumbled to no one but the quiet consoles around
him. Ellers arrived at a comm terminal, plopped down into a chair,and hoped
he wasn't hitting a self destruct sequence.
"Hrmf." The console had a brand new spanking classified SOG personal report
from Sol. That's good the he got home safely. Ellers thought. Very good. In
fact, it was really good. No, really really good.
"Sill, what the hell are you doing?" Christopher Ket'rechan, resident
Andorian and buff guy stood across the room at the door entrance.
"It's my noizemaker.." Ellers slapped a console making a few beeps and
chirps. He did it again and again.
Ket'rechan shook his head and went to the terminal.

>Accessing transmission...

Classified Level 2 Clearance

USF Special Operations Group
Chief Petty Officer Sol
Personal Log: [Classified]

The cybernetics conference on [Classified]was a complete success, with all
attendees and scientists having had a chance to voice their opinion on all
agenda issues . Dr. [Classified] was most pleased with my progress also, as
well as with the galaxy's in the field of artificial lifeforms.
I have returned to [Classified] [Classified] days after [Classified]
[Classified]. It is one my favorite occasions. Not only because it is an
interesting celebration, as it involves its all participants to express
emotional freedom and friendship at a specific point in time. Stardate
[Classified] hrs is perhaps one of the more pleasant times in the universe. I
believe Dr. [Classified] resolution was to get me a companion or two.
Ochram's Razor fails to persuade him otherwise.
There is good news also. Apparently Mr. [Classified] has proposed to Ms.
[Classified]. I hope she accepts-they make an exceptional pair. Perhaps
Capt. [Classified] would be so kind as to reinforce the buddy system and
assign them as partners?
On other interesting news, Lt. [Classified] has resigned his commission to
the [Classified]. This is most sad, as we will be losing a fine officer.
Albiet he is not the most social one. Or most well-mannered. Or cleanest. Or
chivalrous. Perhaps he will find a better life elsewhere, or a better start.
I will be returning to duty as soon as possible. I have much to do.

>End

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Sill Ellers was sleeping peacefully on his Romulan ale under the Mark VIII
annular isolinear chip manufacturer when a loud chirp-chirp suddenly and
violently hit his ears.
Ellers sat up way too quickly, allowing a dull pain to overcome his entire
cranium. At first, Ellers thought it was the ale doing it's morning routine
on him, but as soon as he painfully gained his vision, Sill saw that the
large bump on his forehead seemed to match the dent under the desk he was in.

He stumbled a bit in the mess of padds and spilled nonbreakable transparent
aluminum glasses of drinks. He was unshaven, smelled of sweat, and had a
terrible hangover.
"Man I love New Years.." he mumbled to no one but the quiet consoles around
him. Ellers arrived at a comm terminal, plopped down into a chair,and hoped
he wasn't hitting a self destruct sequence.
"Hrmf." The console had a brand new spanking classified SOG personal report
from Sol. That's good the he got home safely. Ellers thought. Very good. In
fact, it was really good. No, really really good.
"Sill, what the hell are you doing?" Christopher Ket'rechan, resident
Andorian and buff guy stood across the room at the door entrance.
"It's my noizemaker.." Ellers slapped a console making a few beeps and
chirps. He did it again and again.
Ket'rechan shook his head and went to the terminal.

>Accessing transmission...

Classified Level 2 Clearance

USF Special Operations Group
Chief Petty Officer Sol
Personal Log: [Classified]

The cybernetics conference on [Classified]was a complete success, with all
attendees and scientists having had a chance to voice their opinion on all
agenda issues . Dr. [Classified] was most pleased with my progress also, as
well as with the galaxy's in the field of artificial lifeforms.
I have returned to [Classified] [Classified] days after [Classified]
[Classified]. It is one my favorite occasions. Not only because it is an
interesting celebration, as it involves its all participants to express
emotional freedom and friendship at a specific point in time. Stardate
[Classified] hrs is perhaps one of the more pleasant times in the universe. I
believe Dr. [Classified] resolution was to get me a companion or two.
Ochram's Razor fails to persuade him otherwise.
There is good news also. Apparently Mr. [Classified] has proposed to Ms.
[Classified]. I hope she accepts-they make an exceptional pair. Perhaps
Capt. [Classified] would be so kind as to reinforce the buddy system and
assign them as partners?
On other interesting news, Lt. [Classified] has resigned his commission to
the [Classified]. This is most sad, as we will be losing a fine officer.
Albiet he is not the most social one. Or most well-mannered. Or cleanest. Or
chivalrous. Perhaps he will find a better life elsewhere, or a better start.
I will be returning to duty as soon as possible. I have much to do.

>End

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Elizabeth watched as the doors hissed closed after Striker's departure.
Allowing herself to finally give into her anger she growled, sweeping her arm
across the desk. Everything clattered to the floor. She turned and knocked
over the small bar that stood behind her desk. The bottles of expensive and
rare liquor shattering their contents onto the office rug. So enraged she
slammed her fist into the bulkhead. She heard the bones pop and snap; saw
the blood ooze from her hand but it didn't stop her.
She turned and stomped towards the weapons case. Yanking open the top she
threw the glass across the room, smiling evilly as the glass splintered into
a million pieces. She withdrew her bat'leth and stomped out of her office.
Every officer in the cooridor stopped and stared at the Captain. Most had
heard that she had a temper but many had never seen it. Every single one of
them moved as far out of her way as possible.
Elizabeth glared at each officer as she passed them. She wondered why they
were gawking at her. If only she had a mirror she would know for herself. A
five foot four woman with flame red hair which was tousled about her face.
Several wet strands clung to her forehead and cheek. Her leaf green eyes
flashed back at them. Promising the same fire and damnation. Her bloodied
hand swung back and forth carrying a sharp and deadly bat'leth.
If they had been seeking out the Captain for anything they all knew within
seconds that today was not the day to mess with Captain Elizabeth Joyce
Hanson. Not unless you had a deathwish that is.
Within minutes Elizabeth arrived at her destination. Holodeck three. She
entered and instructed the computer to seal and lock the doors. Several
minutes passed before she started the program. She watched as the lights in
the room went down to half. A raised platform that was about 8 feet off the
ground stood in the center of the room. "Begin Program," Elizabeth growled
and she attacked the wall. Climbing it quickly, using her claws to get a
hold. Once there she confronted her opponent. Striker stood
there with his cheerful mocking smile. Elizabeth attacked. She chargred
forward, raising her bat'elth over her head in anger. As she was about to
bring the bat'leth down she felt the air rush out of her as Striker's
hologram sends her flying backwards off the platform.

Meanwhile Lucifer enters Elizabeth's office and immediately stops; taking in
the ruined office. Looking down he sees drops of blood on the desk and rug.
With a frown he makes a quick all-encompassing turn of the office.

Lucifer> "Computer, Location of Captain E. Hanson?"

Computer> Captain Hanson is located in holodeck 3.

Lucifer turns and exits the office. He strides down the cooridor and enters
the Turbolift. "Holodeck Three."

Back at the holodeck..
Elizabeth rubs her shoulder as she once again makes her way back up the
platform. This makes the third time Striker's hologram had succeeded in
breaking through her defenses. Jumping back up she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Dirty rotten Bastard!" She swing her bat'leth in a deadly arc as she
advances on him. As she gets within range she feels the platform tilt
precariously. She looses her balance for a split second. Her opponent takes
advantage of her distraction and brings the butt of his weapon up and
into her jaw. Elizabeth feels the contact and flies off towards the edge
of the platform. She reaches out and grabs with one hand. Claws deeply
embedded. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Strikers'
hologram stepped to the edge and smiled. "Yes, you should have. Another
mistake Captain."
With a low growl Elizabeth sweeps the hologram off his feet and over the edge
of the platform. She smiles and scrambles up; coming face to face with three
more Striker look alikes.

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Elizabeth watched as the doors hissed closed after Striker's departure.
Allowing herself to finally give into her anger she growled, sweeping her arm
across the desk. Everything clattered to the floor. She turned and knocked
over the small bar that stood behind her desk. The bottles of expensive and
rare liquor shattering their contents onto the office rug. So enraged she
slammed her fist into the bulkhead. She heard the bones pop and snap; saw
the blood ooze from her hand but it didn't stop her.
She turned and stomped towards the weapons case. Yanking open the top she
threw the glass across the room, smiling evilly as the glass splintered into
a million pieces. She withdrew her bat'leth and stomped out of her office.
Every officer in the cooridor stopped and stared at the Captain. Most had
heard that she had a temper but many had never seen it. Every single one of
them moved as far out of her way as possible.
Elizabeth glared at each officer as she passed them. She wondered why they
were gawking at her. If only she had a mirror she would know for herself. A
five foot four woman with flame red hair which was tousled about her face.
Several wet strands clung to her forehead and cheek. Her leaf green eyes
flashed back at them. Promising the same fire and damnation. Her bloodied
hand swung back and forth carrying a sharp and deadly bat'leth.
If they had been seeking out the Captain for anything they all knew within
seconds that today was not the day to mess with Captain Elizabeth Joyce
Hanson. Not unless you had a deathwish that is.
Within minutes Elizabeth arrived at her destination. Holodeck three. She
entered and instructed the computer to seal and lock the doors. Several
minutes passed before she started the program. She watched as the lights in
the room went down to half. A raised platform that was about 8 feet off the
ground stood in the center of the room. "Begin Program," Elizabeth growled
and she attacked the wall. Climbing it quickly, using her claws to get a
hold. Once there she confronted her opponent. Striker stood
there with his cheerful mocking smile. Elizabeth attacked. She chargred
forward, raising her bat'elth over her head in anger. As she was about to
bring the bat'leth down she felt the air rush out of her as Striker's
hologram sends her flying backwards off the platform.

Meanwhile Lucifer enters Elizabeth's office and immediately stops; taking in
the ruined office. Looking down he sees drops of blood on the desk and rug.
With a frown he makes a quick all-encompassing turn of the office.

Lucifer> "Computer, Location of Captain E. Hanson?"

Computer> Captain Hanson is located in holodeck 3.

Lucifer turns and exits the office. He strides down the cooridor and enters
the Turbolift. "Holodeck Three."

Back at the holodeck..
Elizabeth rubs her shoulder as she once again makes her way back up the
platform. This makes the third time Striker's hologram had succeeded in
breaking through her defenses. Jumping back up she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Dirty rotten Bastard!" She swing her bat'leth in a deadly arc as she
advances on him. As she gets within range she feels the platform tilt
precariously. She looses her balance for a split second. Her opponent takes
advantage of her distraction and brings the butt of his weapon up and
into her jaw. Elizabeth feels the contact and flies off towards the edge
of the platform. She reaches out and grabs with one hand. Claws deeply
embedded. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Strikers'
hologram stepped to the edge and smiled. "Yes, you should have. Another
mistake Captain."
With a low growl Elizabeth sweeps the hologram off his feet and over the edge
of the platform. She smiles and scrambles up; coming face to face with three
more Striker look alikes.

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Lucifer stares at the Turbolifts doors, feeling the lift moving under his
feet. After a long three minutes he exits the turbolift and turns towards the
holodeck. Stopping in front of the doors to HD 3 he punches in his code. He
enters the holodeck and watches the fight in progress.

Elizabeth, her fury unabated, charges the new Striker wannabes. She is able
to knock one off the platform. The second she slices open with her bat'leth.
The third she struggles with. Trying to gain the advantage. She sweeps her
opponent off his feet. Feeling someone behind her she twirls just in time to
feel the end of a blunt object come down on her head. She falls to her knees,
groaning, as the blood begins to ooze from her newest wound.

As Lucifer steps further into the room his foot kicks a PADD lying on the
floor. He bends down and picks it up, reading it. He narrows his eyes
reading the perfectly typed resignation letter signed, "Captain, Elizabeth
Joyce Hanson."

Lucifer> "Computer ,Freeze program! ! ! ! ! !"

Elizabeth hears Lucifers deep voice ring through the holodeck. She still
kneels on the floor holding her head. She growls, "Computer! Resume program!"

DEPLucifer>::: Holding up the PADD::: What the hell is this? Computer ,belay
that order.

CptEHanson>::staggers to her feet, looking at her opponent through a
haze::It's a PADD, standard SF issue! ::growls::Why the hell are you
interfering?!

DEPLucifer>I know the term for it ,Im talking about whats on it.:::Shakes the
PADD::: Because this isn`t the way ,and you know it.

CptEHanson>::climbs down from the platform, falling the last couple feet
because she stumbled::

DEPLucifer>:::Catches her from the stumble::: But why?

CapEHanson: ::shakes off his hands, but stands staring at him angerily. She
takes the PADD and tosses it away:: It's none of your damned buisness! This
is SOG buisness..none of your concern...::turns to climb back up the
platform::Computer, Resume program.

DEPLucifer>:::Louder::: It`s not easy Elizabeth ,life never is.

CptEHanson>:::begins climbing up the platform, growls::: Easy? I don't expect
it to be easy!

DEPLucifer>:::Louder still::: And trying to care for someone who has a
deathwish isn`t exactly a party either. Then why?

CptEHanson>::halfway up turns and stares at him::Care? How they hell can you
care for me Lucifer?

DEPLucifer>Are you just going to toss away a whole future? How the hell can
I not care for you?:::looking up at her:::

CptEHanson>::jumps back down to the ground, landing on her feet only slightly
losing her balance::Because, I only bring death and chaos! Look what happened
to my husband, my son! ::breathes sharply::The SOG!

DEPLucifer>Theirs nothing wrong with the group.

CptEHanson>I won't risk another person's life! Striker's right! I have no
business trying to be the Commanding Officer. I don't know what I'm doing! I
have to get out before I get someone killed!

DEPLucifer>:::Shakes head::: As for the rest ,thats the ending of the
beginning .

CptEHanson>::blinks at his words, then almost shrieks::Nothing wrong
with the SOG? I lost one ship to the point it had to be totally refitted, the
other I blew up!

DEPLucifer>Oh so your going to Allow someone else who may not care as much as
you do to send them out to be killed? As for the ships , the Shiloh was
ready for refit And the Draco was next after her anyway.

CptEHanson>::advances on him, thumping him on the chest::I've already tried
killing them! Ensign Ryan almost died because of me! Sol was almost lost too!
If you hadn't shown up I would have lost the whole team! *I* would have..Do
you hear me? It was all my fault! ::shouting now, she thumps him in the
chest again::

DEPLucifer>:::Thumps back::: Mr.Ryan is a big boy ,he can decide when to live
or when to die and for what cause.:::Absorbing the impact::: It wasn`t your
fault God damn it.

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She could feel the dampness of the cell seeping through her skin. The
wall behind her was moist and a bit slimy to the touch. The cell was slightly
warmer with the body heat of the other members of her team contributing their
warmth, but it didn't touch the underlying chill which had nothing to do with
the environment, but everything to do with their situation. Tamara tugged
again at the chain binding her wrists. As the links were one inch thick, she
didn't hold out much hope for breaking them with
muscle alone. Another chain passed through the center of the wrist manacles,
snaked between her knees, and hooked into a ring on the wall behind her. She
judged she had approximately four inches of space between her back and the
wall. She used every one of those inches. Just the thought of leaning against
that ooze without the benefit of clothing made her grimace with distaste. She
had been in situations as physically unpleasant as this in the past, but that
didn't mean she had become accustomed to it.
Tamara thought wryly that her "little rich girl" background didn't prepare
her for the life of an SOG operative.

Now was the waiting time. In her old life, the one directly before her
time with Starfleet, she had spent a lot of time waiting. Waiting for men in
alleys. Waiting for information. Waiting for men to die. She had developed a
means of curbing her impatience at these times, which she put into effect
now. She withdrew into her mind to a secret, quiet place where the outside
world could be viewed objectively. In seconds, she was there. Her vision,
strangely enough, became more acute while the various
sounds around her dimmed; the clanking of the chains....the taunting of some
of her crewmembers...the smug responses of the Q....the profound silence of
Commander Maeve which filled the cell as if she had shouted her despair
unceasingly...

She retreated and waited for a chance of action to present itself.

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CptEHanson>And now a valuable person on this team is leaving because of me!
It's been one mistake after another. I can't risk their lives...

DEPLucifer>You dont get the picturedo you? it was a setup designed to get you
ALL killed. Its not been one disaster after another.

CptEHanson>:::growls, pushing him:::You don't know that! Every last one of
those mistakes was because of poor judgement..*MY damn poor
judgement..:::Pushes him hard:::

DEPLucifer>:::Stands his ground ,unmoving::: And It was your judgement that
got your teams out during that same setup. And with 5 Ships in one engaugment
,in the old days that would have made you an ace.

CptEHanson>:::narrows eyes at him, hating that she didn't budge him, pushes
him full force:::The whole team is scared of me..My family won't even talk to
me! Hell, my fathers about ready to disown me! The best damn thing I can do
is resign..

DEPLucifer>:::Growling::: Welcome to the club at least you.... :::Slaps the
shove away, he grabs her and shakes her roughly:::have people who feel
something for you, even if it's mistrust or dislike.
CptEHanson>::growls, charges him, slamming him in the chest and knocking him
to the ground::You don't know what it's like, Damn you!

DEPLucifer>YOU have a life damn it Elizabeth ,dont just toss it aside.
:::Rolling back to his feet,dusting off the inpeccable suit::: You want my
life for a while?

CptEHanson>:::laughs harshly, looking back at him:::What kind of life is
that? One where I'm always on the outside looking in? One that is lonely?

DEPLucifer>:::nodding:::One crappy place to another. Work and reports
,always answering someone questions .

CptEHanson>:::flexes hands, her claws extending and retracting:::As if the
places I go are any better!

DEPLucifer>Never being allowed to ask your own questions or get the answers
to them. But you got people who you can depend on damn it. You never have to
travel to those kinds of places without the team. God....You are the first
real person I had a chance to know In years.

CptEHanson>:::growls, turns and walks away::People I can depend on? :::shakes
head:::I'm not part of the team anymore...I'm the CO..seperate, apart. I'm
not supposed to have problems.

DEPLucifer>NO..... You are the CO , but your also part of the team. A part
that the rest of them can`t function without. What good is an animal without
a head or brains?

CptEHanson>::walks to the wall of the platform, hits it with her fist::Damn
you! Why did you have to come here and mess with my mind...They can function
without me. They'll find someone who's better more capable of handling the
SOG.

DEPLucifer>BULLSHIT and you know it. I came here because you weren`t in your
office.Well whats left of it after your redecorating it and Im not messing
with your mind ,Im stating fact.

CptEHanson>:::falls to her knees, bowing her head:::They can do better than
me. I'm scared to death Lucifer..

DEPLucifer>I know.... :::going to her::: but like I said its never easy.

CptEHanson>Striker was a good officer in the begining..I don't understand why
he hates me so much..::her shoulders begin to shake::If one of my mistakes
get them killed..::shakes her head::

DEPLucifer>It wont be "your" mistake that gets someone killed ,it will be
their time.....Thats all. As for Striker, who knows what goes on inside
someones head? Maybe his drinking to excess. Maybe the fact he dont have
anyone in his life.

CptEHanson>:::shakes head, silently crying:::It's always been my mistakes
that got others killed..

DEPLucifer>NO its not. It went the way it was suppossed to ,if not the the
future outcome changes. :::Holds her::: you can`t cheat fate Eliz.

CptEHanson>:::curls into him, burying her head in his shoulder. Her tears
wetting the fabric of his clothes.::: Why do you care, Damn you? What I do to
myself, my future .. you'll be gone..and i'll be alone again..

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DEPLucifer>Noone can thats the way its written. Like I said your the first
real person I`ve gotten close to in years. And who says I`ll be gone?

CptEHanson>::shrugs::Noone..but it will happen..it always
does..::whispers::Always..

DEPLucifer>Actually business here is rather ...profitable for me.

CptEHanson>:::nods,miserable:::Yeah, just give me a few weeks and I'll have
the Shiloh in need of more repairs...

DEPLucifer>:::Shakes head::: I doubt that ,she got the latest of everything
:::kisses on top of her head::: But I can tell her Captain is in need of some
dinner and rest.

CptEHanson>::turns in his arms, struggling slightly, then pounding his chest
as hard as she can::You stubborn bastard! Stop it! Stop being nice to me!
Stop trying to make me laugh! Stop being logical! and most of
all..Please..don't care for me! ::barely above a whisper:::please..

DEPLucifer>The answer is No to all the requests ,you should said that months
ago. To late now. :::Smiles:::

CptEHanson>:::collapses into his arms, weak and crying softly:::Lucifer..
::sighs:: Damn you...All I had to do was hit one button..High command would
have gotten the resignation..right along with Strikers..

DEPLucifer>Now, lets get something to eat and I`ll help you rebuild your
office. But on one condition ,you get rid of that thing first. ::Glancing at
the PADD:::but to what end would it have served?

CptEHanson>:::groans:::I'm not moving...my hand is going to fall off...and so
is my head...Just bring me a bottle of Ice Wyne and let me drink until I pass
out.

DEPLucifer>It would have just put your job into someone elses hands.

CptEHanson>::sighs, looks at the PADD::But how can I lead the SOG if I don't
even think I am the best one for the job?

DEPLucifer>No...Food and rest is what the doctor ordered for you. you are
and you know it , even if you don`t want to admit it.

CptEHanson>::growls::I don't see any doctor in here...

DEPLucifer>Come on..... I`ll even fix your hand for you. :::Smiles:::

CptEHanson>:::remains unmoving in his arms::: At least that would save me
the embarrassment of explaining to the doctors how I came about a split head
and a broken hand..::sighs::

DEPLucifer>I have many talents my dear.

CptEHanson>:::chuckles:::Oh really? And here I thought all you could do was
make love to me for over 10 hours...gee, hon..your right..a man of *many*
talents..

DEPLucifer>:::Chuckling::: Oh your just horrible ,here you with a broken hand
and your worried about time. Come on ,Im not going to fix it here.

CptEHanson>:::shakes head:::I'm not moving...It hurts to much...just let me
sit here and bleed till I pass out..then come and get me with one of those
cute little antigrav units.

DEPLucifer>We need to get to Cmdr Maeves equipment in sickbay.

DEPLucifer>:::Looks at the hand thoughtfully::: At the rate its bleeding it
will be healed before you pass out.

CptEHanson>:::groans::: Oh no...I'm not going anywhere near where Maeve is
at..No way...I can just hear all the questions now..

DEPLucifer>I just said her equipment in sickbay ,not to her. I`ll take care
of the rest.

CptEHanson>:::smiles::: Yeah, but head injuries always bleed more..I'm sure
that will bleed enough to cause me to pass out.. ::sighs, growls::your
annoying..::staggers to her feet::

DEPLucifer>:::Smiling::: I might just get a big rock ,then take you to
sickbay.
:::Helping her to her feet:::

CptEHanson>:::laughs:::That would be the most humane thing to do..put me out
of my misery.

DEPLucifer>:::Chuckles::: put you out of *my* misery?

CptEHanson>:::staggers towards the door, stopping momentarily to pick up the
PADD, delete the letter and hook it to her belt::yeah, whatever...

DEPLucifer>Computer ,end program and save as ....? :::Looks at Liz:::

CptEHanson>::shakes head::Don't save it..that was the worse fight I've ever
had..

DEPLucifer>Computer ,End program.

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Sol scanned the translucent green ooze behind itself with half-hearted
interest. The triple-serving of unimaginably powerful chains around the
robot's neck, arms, legs, and ankles held it tightly in place, restricting
all but the smallest amount of movement. Which right now, was nothing but
scanning a few inches of gelatinous goo pressed around it.
The ooze was part chloride, dithorium maganese, and some solubles Sol had
never seen or studied before. Coupled with a particularly nose-wrenching
smell, the substance was apparently the result of years of poor maintenance
by its tenders as well as even more years of equally poorly maintained
prisoners. The smell of urine was only cancelled out by the rubbery scent of
whatever the ooze was--petrifying.
Had it not been for the [classified] influence on the dungeon and chains.
Sol would've been able to easily escape and help its fellow SOG officers. Of
course, had it not been for the [classified], the robot wouldn't have needed
to in the first place.
But no such luck. A chain here, a chain there. Another chain here, and
another chain there. All knotted far too redudantly. Especially when they
were laboring under the arm of the [classified]. Perhaps it was just for the
effect.
Sol had no way of escaping without injuring itself significantly. Soany
attempt at resistance....was futile. All it could do really was wait. Wait
and waste time. In a few short hours it, and it's friends, would be dead.
Courtesy of [Classified]
It was a waste of time. A waste of energy. A waste of resources. A waste of
duranium, titatium, U-class chips, xelrium, carbon-steel, electrons.
Life.
Sol scanned the translucent green ooze behind itself with half-hearted
interest.

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Too tired to lean forward anymore, Aegis rested back against the ooze ridden
wall. Fortunately the cold from the stone seeped quickly into her skin
numbing it where it made contact. The strategically placed rags they all
wore were nothing more than the most modest of coverings and offered no
protection against the cold.
She had lost all track of time, but the others had long ago quieted down with
only the occasional whisper. It seemed that each was absorbed in their own
thoughts. Aegis' eyes easily adjusted to the very limited light in the cell
and she took advantage to look at each face in turn. They looked tired and
fatigued, but none slept. She couldnt' blame them. Between Striker's
declaration and the cold damp of the cell it was rather hard. Aegis directed
her attention to Jack. She was certain it was
intentional that he was so far away from her. No chance to whisper a few
words or exchange a smile. She noticed his skin had a slight blue tinge,
that he shivered from the cold and it hurt. Hurt that she couldn't touch
him, help him. All she could do was watch and hope that a way out presented
itself.

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::Madison scratches into the slime on the walls with a fingernail:::::

SD9701.07

Here we are...wherever we are...

She quit scratching, her fingernail already bleeding.

~~Oh heck, I'd need this whole dungeon and my toenails too, to write this
much log! ::sighs:: We were checking out the new Super-{{SOG Classified}},
and *poof* we were transported to ..... here ..... and now we have {{SOG
Classified}} and {{SOG Classified}} before us, waiting to kill us.....
somehow I never thought I'd go out this way.....~~

Madison twisted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position within
the chains, but these were not padded, and the skimpy rags she wore, like
everybody else, did not add to the pleasantness of the situation at all.

She stayed quiet, watching her other team members. ~~Not that I think *any*
of us expected to go out this way....~~

~~I swear if we get out of this alive, I'll strangle him myself.....~~

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<classified> looked up from his hypospray to see the robotic officer known
as Sol enter the sickbay, with sulking shoulders and a black, unused to
transmit and reshape plasma into visual images vidscreen. The robot's
"head", as it could be referred, was, despite it's rather blank demure,
rather depressing looking.
"Sir," <classified> nodded to Sol. "What can I do for you?"
Sol turned its head up slowly to look at Dr. <classified> . The vidscreen
which some may have considered a very featureless face still lingered without
any digital image of any sort.
"Sir?"
The robot stiffened up, and as far as <classified> could speculate, looked
at him. "I am here for my mandatory physical, Doctor."
The curtness for some strange reason struck <classified> as peculiar,
despite the fact he as well as every other person aboard <classified> had
grown accustomed to the perfunctory way Sol would answer even your most
sincere and non-business answer.
"Oh. Of course, sir. Just hop onto that bed..." <classified> thought about
his request that all SOG personnel have a mandatory medical examination
within the week. He had forgotten that at least one personnel officer was
barely organic.
It took a moment for the doctor to realize he was going to wave a medical
tricorder over a robot. He had stopped, withdrawn the tricorder, and stopped
to reconsider his next step with a bit lip.
But then he remembered that Sol wasn't just pure duranium and transparent
aluminum, but had a fully Vulcan brain working at least half the wit of one.
Xander figured examining that was the only thing he could really do.
Everything else was left to engineers.
Sol sat quietly as the tricorder waved over its face, scanning perfectly
formed synaptic pathways and bio-polymer cybernetics.
And then nothing more. <classified> looked at Sol and then his tricorder.
There was no response from the robot. Sol sat blankly on the biobed.
"Sir?" <classified> was starting to get concerned.
Another moment passed by, without any response from the perfectly
straight-sitting Sol. <classified> shot a look at his tricorder and then
soon realized that his statue-like patient was suddenly dead.

TBC...

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<classified> looked up from his hypospray to see the robotic officer known
as Sol enter the sickbay, with sulking shoulders and a black, unused to
transmit and reshape plasma into visual images vidscreen. The robot's
"head", as it could be referred, was, despite it's rather blank demure,
rather depressing looking.
"Sir," <classified> nodded to Sol. "What can I do for you?"
Sol turned its head up slowly to look at Dr. <classified> . The vidscreen
which some may have considered a very featureless face still lingered without
any digital image of any sort.
"Sir?"
The robot stiffened up, and as far as <classified> could speculate, looked
at him. "I am here for my mandatory physical, Doctor."
The curtness for some strange reason struck <classified> as peculiar,
despite the fact he as well as every other person aboard <classified> had
grown accustomed to the perfunctory way Sol would answer even your most
sincere and non-business answer.
"Oh. Of course, sir. Just hop onto that bed..." <classified> thought about
his request that all SOG personnel have a mandatory medical examination
within the week. He had forgotten that at least one personnel officer was
barely organic.
It took a moment for the doctor to realize he was going to wave a medical
tricorder over a robot. He had stopped, withdrawn the tricorder, and stopped
to reconsider his next step with a bit lip.
But then he remembered that Sol wasn't just pure duranium and transparent
aluminum, but had a fully Vulcan brain working at least half the wit of one.
Xander figured examining that was the only thing he could really do.
Everything else was left to engineers.
Sol sat quietly as the tricorder waved over its face, scanning perfectly
formed synaptic pathways and bio-polymer cybernetics.
And then nothing more. <classified> looked at Sol and then his tricorder.
There was no response from the robot. Sol sat blankly on the biobed.
"Sir?" <classified> was starting to get concerned.
Another moment passed by, without any response from the perfectly
straight-sitting Sol. <classified> shot a look at his tricorder and then
soon realized that his statue-like patient was suddenly dead.

TBC...

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Electro-plasmic fusion surged through the welding pallets near unsafe
operation standards. <classified> felt the heat(as well as hair) around him
raise suddenly due to the highly inductive properties of the paddles; and
eswedling pecially high setting.
He didn't have much time to think, so the first thing that Specialist
<classified> did when Ensign Sol's vital signs ceased to read was grab a
nearby set of fusion pallets. Fusion pallets that were meant to weld
bulkheads. Starfleet Medical School had told him that the need for such
deadly-unweildy power was used centuries ago in abundance on Terra, as well
as a few other then medically developing planets. Surprisingly, the method
worked. If you threw in enough juice.
But was was enough juice for 250 lb. robot? He had only guessed. It was an
idiotically risky thing to do, and he was begining to regret it right now.
The heat and pressure had begun to increase with each thunder bolt of
electro-plasma energy. The robot's would would jerk up and then fall down at
every press and trigger.
<classified> was on his third jolt when the Security team bursted in. No
doubt in response to the use of welding pallets set high enough to pique
internal sensors. Chief <classified> had been the front of the team and
the first to smell frying metal.
Her eyes widened in horror to see Specialist <classified> pushing welding
pallets into her partner. Actually clamping and pressing the trigger button.
The doctor was sweating profusely, and near-burnt himself.
"Drop it, Specialist!" <classified> screamed, phaser trained at the
doctor.
<classified> craned his neck slowly in the direction of Chief
<classified> and her two-man Security team. His entire body was warm. His
face red-flushed and trying desperately to sweat out the intense level of
heat he was containing. <classified> suddenly realized that the situation
was beginning to look a bit homicidal...
<classified> ran quickly to <classified> , taking advantage of the
doctor's temporary pause. She ran headfirst into him tackling the both of
them onto the floor. The welding pallets were still clamped onto her
partner's chest though.
Quickly turning over and cuffing an exhausted <classified> <classified>
turned back to Sol to release the welding pallet clamps. She looked at Sol,
wanting to touch the robot, check for a pulse or whatever it had, but quickly
realized her hand would not enjoy the heat.
She looked to the two security officers who were just beginning to tend to
the doctor. "Bomber! Rover! Take Mr. <classified> to the brig..."
Bomber and Rover nodded and hoisted a too-tired to rebut Xander Moreau to
his feet. <classified> looked at Sol, and at two small circular burns on
its chest. She didn't how in hell to repair the mess in front of her. Sol
laid down on the dishevled biobed with its legs hanging off it's edge toward
her, while it's face stared blank at the ceiling. Maybe Engineering could do
something. Maybe...
She tapped her commbadge. " <classified> to <classified> ...we have a
serious problem down here. Specialist Moreau has been taken to the brig, but
Mr. Sol-"
It was then that Sol chirped and sat up with suddenly. It was like having
the dead rise from their coffins. <classified> screamed.
Sol brushed some of the burnt peices of its chest and uniform off and looked
at <classified> . "Do not arrest Dr. <classified> , <classified> ."
"Chief <classified> ?" came <classified> commbadge. Commander
<classified> voice called from it. " <classified> , what's wrong?"
<classified> Baker looked slightly shaken as she responded, not able to
keep her eyes awrily off Sol. "Sir...perhaps you should come down here."

TBC...