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Helm/Ops Officer duty log
USS Kemo Sabay
SD9703.05

Our departure from DS9 was uneventful and smooth. We headed for the wormhole
and on to the Gamma Quadrant to observe the Arrakain star, which was to go
supernova.

Right before the star went supernova, short-range sensors picked up a shuttle
in the area. Science was picking up a spacial rift in the area as well. As
the star went supernova, the rift expanded, and although we did our best to
avoid it, we were caught in the rift.

After the sensors cleared up a bit and we recovered from being tossed about,
my sensors indicated that we were in the same location.... but we now had
company. The USS Darmok, of all ships... which last reports indicated was
heading into the Beta Quadrant. Obviously many light-years across the galaxy
from our location. It turns out that it was not the Darmok that we knew, but
the UAP Darmok.

Apparently we had gone through the rift into an alternate universe. It will
be interesting to see how things develop.

The UAP Darmok had a guest... a Commander Trista, who, it turns out, was a
crew member on the USS Darmok before crossing over. Also, the shuttle we had
seen on our sensors before the supernova made it through the rift intact. We
tractored the shuttle aboard, and beamed a LtCdr. T'Kala on board. Trista and
T'Kala apparently already know each other.

During the accident that sent us through the rift, we lost our XO, Commander
Rollins, and our CSO, FstLieutenant Cristl. We have probably lost a few other
crew members as well.

This is a unique turn of events. The rift has closed, sealing us off from our
own universe. Now we just have to find our way home.

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Lieutenant (JG) Amber Fox
Assistant Science Officer
USS Kemo Sabay
Duty Log SD9703.05

Amber is sitting in her quarters, exhausted both mentally and physically
after her first day on the Kemo Sabay. She leaned back, falling across the
bed, a most welcome feeling.
"Computer." She mumbled through tired lips. "Begin duty log,
authorization Fox Beta Gamma 6."
Computer< You may begin when ready.
"Today, I began a new posting. Assistant Science officer on the Kemo
Sabay. We went to study a star going supernova, a once in a lifetime
opportunity. We collected the data, but unfortunatley, we were pulled into a
spatial rift.
"The console exploded, and Cristl went down. Taking over the station, I
attempted to scan our surroundings, but the console was badly damaged. I
tried repairing it and got it running again, but it wasn't good enough.
According to the readings it was giving me, we weren't anywhere near our last
position. And each time I scanned again, it gave me different information.
It seems, though, according to other officer's readings, that we maintained
our position........ but we're in an alternate
universe.
"Once things quieted, I took another look at that console. It took
nearly two hours, but I managed to fix it.
"In the meantime, I'm going to work on a few theories for the captain as
for how to get us back to our own universe."
-Log out.

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"First Officer's Log SD9703.09

After months here in this alternate universe, I have finally made contact
with others from my own dimension. The USS Kemo Sabay, while in the Gamma
Quadrant observing a supernova, got caught in a spatial rift and pulled into
this same alternate universe that I crossed over to many months ago. LCdr
T'Kala has also made this crossover again. She used a Darmok shuttle to
observe the supernova and she too was pulled into the spatial rift.

The USS Kemo Sabay is laid out just like the Darmok with the exception of the
Reconn suite. This being a science vessel, no secrecy is necessary to
protect secured systems. I've had the opportunity to tour this ship's
Science Suite and am quite impressed by what I have seen. I look forward to
working with the science dept. in our investigation of this universe in our
search to get home.

Computer, close log."

Trista sat in the First Officer's office feeling a sense of "deja vu" as she
looked around at Cdr Rollins' personal belongings so neatly placed around the
room. It seemed as though she was destined to receive her command positions
through the death of another. Trista looked at a picture of a woman on the
desk and wondered what her relationship to Rollins was.

Trista reached over and pressed a button on her comm panel.

+Capt Ultimo+ She waited for his image to appear on the screen. "Sir, we
should arrange a memorial service for the officers that were killed. It
would help the crew move forward to bring this event to a closure. Also Sir,
I've noticed that there is currently no counselor on the ship's roster.
Considering the events this crew has faced and will face, I think it prudent
that we review the personnel files and see which officer would best serve in
this capacity."

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::Alidar steps into the quarters, glancing around slowly, sighing lightly at
the silence of the room. He steps over to the DMDD on the desk of his
quarters, taking a seat. He rubs the back of his leg absentmindedly as he
turns the DMDD on::

Computer, begin Duty Log for Stardate 9703.05....

Some maiden voyage this turned out to be. It started out just fine at
first. We proceeded through the wormhole to the Arrakain System. Trips
through wormholes also fascinate me. They are always beautiful sights to
see. When we exited the wormhole, we plotted a course for our mission, to
observe and record a supernova in the Arrakain System. I had actually never
observed a supernova before, so I was fairlt excited at the chance to see it.

As we neared the designated position, a shuttle pulled into our location
to also observe the supernova. We triedto indetify the vessal, to no avail.
We also hailed it numerous times, no response. I began to wonder who was in
the shuttle, so I tried to probe it with my mind. I sensed someone inside,
who was determined to find something out about this supernova. As to what, I
could not figure out.

At about this time, I thought I heard science report something about a
spacial imbalance off to our side. Helm took us away from the imbalance so
that it would not affect us. As we backed away from the imbalance, the sun
went supernova. It was a very spectacular sight, one that I know I shall
never see again.

A few seconds after the supernova, science reported that the imbalance
was becoming more unstable. The imbalance then opened up and formed into a
spacial rift. The Kemo Sabay started to get pulled back towards it. We
tried to pull away from it, but were unable to. Both the Kemo Sabay and the
shuttle were pulled into the rift.

As soon as we enterd the rift, we started having major systems faliures.
Before my consul blew up on me, I saw that the shields had failed and that
the phaser couplings had been heavily damaged. I need to get to work on
fixing those.

It seemed like forever until we finally exited the rift. As I climbed
back up to my consil and looked over the bridge, it was a complete mess.
Consuls had been destroyeed here and there. The executive officer, Commander
Rollins, was lying on the ground, totally unconsious, with shrapnel lodged
into his skull. The chief science officer, First Lieutenant Cristl, was also
on the ground, going into convulsions and throwing up blood. After about a
minute or so, they were taken to sickbay. Even with
the competence of our doctor, she could not save them. I already knew that
they probably wouldn't. Their wounds were too severe.

::As he sits at the desk. a dull pain comes to Alidar's leg for s few
seconds. He glances down at it and frowns slightly. He then says in a quiet
mutter:: T'lr M'th holo doctors do not know how to fix anything right.

::He glances back up at the screen slowly:: I also recieved an injury,
although not nearly as significant. Some shrapnel from the tactical consul
found its way into my leg. I was still able to walk around, which was good,
because we recieved two guests in the transporter room that I had to escort
to the bridge.

The first was the occupant of the shuttle. She appeared to be at least
part Vulcan, but I could not tell for sure. She was a Lieutenant Commander
in rank, as I could see from the pips on her collar. And her name is T'Kala,
as I heard our second guest call her.

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Our second guest seemed very interesting. She came over from a replica
of the Darmok that we encountered as we exited the rift. Her name is
Commander Trista, which I picked up from her conversation with T'Kala.
Apparently, she was originally from our side of the rift. Maybe I can talk
to her sometime and ask her about her experiences here so far, and maybe find
out a little about this place we are now at.

I will soon have to go help the engineers with the repair of the phasers
and shields. They will need all the help they can get from all the damage I
have seen to the weapons systems.

I know it will take some time, but we will get everything back together,
eventually.....

Computer, end Duty Log and save.

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:::Hap carries his single luggage bag containing various maintenance tools
aboard the USS Kemo Sabay. He heads right to Engineering and locates the
Chief Engineering Office. He finds a place to secure the luggage and
activates the desk LCARRS terminal.:::

Chief Engineer's Log, stardate 9703.04.

I have boarded the USS Kemo Sabay and assumed position as Chief Engineer,
just 32 days after being activated.

I reviewed the personnel roster during my shuttle trip. I am looking forward
to meeting Ensign Justing Ice.

I will now begin initial diognostics of all systems.

<Log closed>

Chief Engineer's Log, supplemental.

Engineering has sustained great damage. Shields were down, main power was
down, life support across many decks, and hull damage on deck 6.

Ensign Ice has been invaluable in keeping Engineering together. Despite a
lasceration to his leg, he continued to press on and keep things together.

The day is over, Engineering is running at 97% capacity. I am preparing now
to re-charge for the next six months' supply.

<Log closed.>

Chief Engineering's Log, stardate 9703.16.

I attached my recharging interface to the ship's power conduit, but
apparently, I chose a bad conduit. When I connect to re-charge, my system
locks people out.

The power conduit drained my power, and locked people out. I have been
turned off for 12 days. Ensign Ice was finally able to enter the system and
"retrieve" me.

I have told the Captain that this will never happen again. I have already
worked on a subroutine program to override such an occurrence.

As I look around Engineering, I'm proud to report that Ensign Ice has kept
things running very smoothly. I shall return to work now.

<Log closed>

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Trista waited patiently on the bridge for the Captain to return from sickbay.
She wanted to discuss with him his decision to beam down to the planet. He
had totally disregarded Starfleet protocols in doing so and she felt it was
only proper that the two of them get this straightened out right now. She
felt certain that there would be many more away teams in store for this ship
before it found its way home to its own universe. They might as well come to
an understanding now before it went any further.

Computer, open the First Officer's Duty Log.

"First Officer's Log SD9703.21.

The Kemo Sabay detected a Class M planet with strange energy readings and
Capt Ultimo decided to investigate. Captain Ultimo elected to lead the away
team himself and beamed down with several officers to investigate the energy
source. As the ship established orbit, a tractor beam emitting from the
planet grabbed hold of the ship and kept us from being able to pull away.
Though sensors detected no lifeforms on the planet, I attempted to hail the
planet on the off chance that there were lifeforms down
there that we were unable to detect. We received no response.

The away team beamed down to discover many different mechanized creatures.
It appeared that all the lifeforms on the planet were robotic. Captain
Ultimo received a bite from some sort of....insect. LT Anna believes that
the insect was a living creature, despite the fact that the sensors detected
no lifeforms anywhere on the planet. As I entered sickbay, I heard a buzzing
sound and I fear that perhaps at least one of the insects may have beamed
aboard when the away team returned

Captain Ultimo appears to be experiencing some delusional behavior caused by
his bite. The Doctor states that she believes he will make a complete
recovery with rest. I am issuing a ship wide search for any possible
lifeforms, either mechanized or living that may have beamed aboard the ship.
The away team did bring back samples of at least one type of creature from
the planet and I am having the science department run scans on it to see if
they can determine its source of energy if it is mechanized or
its structure if it is living. If it is alive, there has to be a reason it
was not detected by our sensors.

Lt McLean detected an underground chamber on the planet, but we currently
have no information as to what the chamber is for. Perhaps with a few more
answers, we will be able to send another away team down with the proper
protective gear and can investigate this discovery more fully.

The Kemo Sabay has pulled away from the planet and is awaiting orders from
FCpt Ultimo as to our next move. I've ordered helm to keep us out of reach
of that planet's tractor beam until the Captain has made up his mind as to
whether we will continue to investigate further here or leave the vicinity of
this planet and search for clues elsewhere.

Computer, close log."

Trista punched a button on the arm of the command chair and sat back looking
at the view screen. She had been in this alternate universe too long and she
wasn't about to sit back and wait for a solution to come to her. It was
obvious now that they'd have to go searching for their solution. Trista
absently drummed her fingers on the chair arm, impatient for the captain to
return. She glanced around and noticed that McLean was watching her and
looked down at her nervously drumming fingers. She stopped
the movement, hoping to look more calm than she felt. Despite the fact that
this ship looked so much like the Darmok, it had a totally different feel to
it, including the Captain. This man was so totally different than Tnagra
that she had no idea what to expect his next move to be. Well, first they'd
come to an understanding about his non-participation on away teams and then
she'd take one situation at a time.

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Lieutenant Commander T'Kala Jahnari
Chief Science Officer
USS Kemo Sabay
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(Speed of Light)
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T'Kala walks into her quarters and sits down on her couch.

~~So much to do and so little time to do it in! ~~

She decides to meditate for awhile to get her thoughts straight. As she gets
out her candles and meditation blocks, she hears her computer beep announcing
an incoming message. She walks over quickly and checks the screen. It is a
message from the Assistant Science Officer, T'Ehylara.

She studies the data carefully and confirms the Lieutenant's hypothesis.
That star is definitely showing all the signs of an impending implosion. She
thinks about what that means... not just the plight of those poor people on
that planet, but also the moral dilemma. As visitors to this universe, did
they have the right to interfere?

She formulates a response and dictates the memo to the computer.

=================================
To: Captain Ultimo, Commander Trista
From: Lieutenant Commander TKala
CC: Lieutenant T'Ehylara
=================================
"I am forwarding you a memo from my assistant describing a problem in a
nearby system. I have studied her data carefully and I concur completely
with T'Ehylara's conclusions.

In my opinion, the star is about to implode and probably become a black
hole. As you can see from the memo, there are approximately 3,500 beings in
danger of dying when this happens.

I realize the Kemo Sabay is too small to evacuate that many people. I am
also concerned about the possible ramifications of interfering directly in
the natural events of occurrences in this universe. I therefore recommend
that we forward this information to the Alliance and let them take the
appropriate action."

"Computer, end message and send."

"Message sent."

"Computer, record another memo.

=================================
To: Lieutenant T'Ehylara
From: Lieutenant Commander TKala
CC: Commander Trista
=================================

"Lieutenant, I want to commend you for your discovery of the nearby imploding
star. Thank you very much for bringing it to my attention. Please continue
your diligent work in scanning for any spatial anomalies. I am especially
interested in any stars going supernova or any other type of phenomenon which
might contain the elements described in the attached data read-outs. This is
the type of event we need to find if we are ever going to find a way home."

"Computer, end message and send."

"Message sent."

T'Kala lights her candles and sits down on her meditation pillow. In order
to clear her mind and organize her thoughts, she decides to ponder one of the
many Vulcan meditation exercises. She chooses one of her favorites -- number
10.

~~If you are driving at the speed of light and turn on your headlights, what
happens?~~

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Lieutenant Commander T'Kala Jahnari
Chief Science Officer
USS Kemo Sabay
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(SD 9703.26)
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T'Kala stood up and stretched. She glanced around the lab and realized it
had grown very quiet. Even Cavan wasn't around. T'Kala had begun to wonder
if Cavan actually lived in the labs. Of course, she thought to herself
wryly, I'm not much better. After all, who is here... while the others are
all sleeping?

Smiling at her private joke, she went back to dictating her report.

"In conclusion, it is my belief that all of the biological life on this
planet was at some point wiped out by some catastrophe. From what little I
can glean from the computer records, it was most likely some form of virus
that was able to mutate and move rapidly from host to host.

Apparently, the humanoids realized their only chance at life was to use
cryogenics to preserve themselves and hope that a more advanced race would
come along and cure them of the disease. They built the robots and
programmed them to maintain the system. Unfortunately, somewhere along the
line, the programming became corrupted and the robots tried to freeze anyone
who showed up.

If any of the humanoids we found on the planet live, I think we will find
that they are not from this planet. My analysis of the cryogenic equipment
shows that it is incredibly old and most of it doesn't even work anymore.
The survivors are most likely other travelers who weren't as lucky as we
were. I will check with the medical department tomorrow to find out the
status of our visitors.

I am also anxious to read the Engineering Dept's report to see if the
crystals we found can be used as a power source. If so, we will not have to
worry about power for a long, long time.

Computer, end log."

T'Kala yawned and decided she would quit for the night. She strolled out the
door and the computer, sensing no one else in the room, automatically turned
out the lights. Cavan's sculpture glowed.... casting a faint amber light
into the darkest corners of the room.

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Trista is sitting on the bridge in her XO chair. She wonders if she should
attempt to
discuss the away team issue with the captain yet.

Ultimo glances to Trista. He turns to face the ready room, then gets up and
walks
into it. He looks back to her and motions for her to follow him.

Trista looks startled momentarily and then gets up to follow him. She walks
towards
the ready room and follows him in. "You wanted to see me Sir?"

"Yes Trista. I wanted to talk to you about our little crisis concerning our
depleting
power reserves. I figured we should probably head back towards DS9
Immediately
and dock. Ya know fuel up, give the crew a chance to rest.

Trista stands in front of his desk. "Uh....Sir...there is going to be a
slight problem
with that plan. There is no DS9 in this universe."

Ultimo raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"The Cardassians never had a strong hold here. The Bajorrans control the
wormhole.
Not even the Alliance has a footing here."

"Do the Bajorans have a station?"

"They have a small one Sir. Nothing the size of DS9. It is used simply to
collect the
toll for using the wormhole."

"Hmm even if they did, theyd treat us like the Alliance...." Ultimo runs a
hand
through his hair. "Would it be possible to visit the planet... as Bajorans
that is?"

Trista wonders if he is going to yell at her if she sits down. "I think we
could learn a
lot from the Bajorrans, but it could be risky. They are not a very friendly
people."

"Well we need some supplies from somewhere and we need them soon. I think
its a
risk we are going to have to take."

"Although people of many different species frequent the 'establishments'
there, we'd
probably be safer if we go down disguised."

"I trust the Medical Staff should be able to alter our physical features to
fit the
Bajorrans."

Trista nods. "I'm sure that they can."

"Right, I had no intention of going otherwise."

Trista clears her throat. "You won't be needed on this mission Sir."

Ultimo leans back and looks up at her. "What do you mean? I plan to lead
it. And
the team wont be going without proper command."

Trista takes a deep breath. "Sir, I am quite capable of leading an away
team."

Ultimo looks back, smiling a bit. "I know that you are. But I think this
situation
necesitates that I go personally."

"For this mission, my shapeshifting abilities will come in handy."

Ultimo looks down silent.

Trista changes the subject momentarily. "Sir, I don't recommend anyone beam
down
alone. People should work in teams."

"Right, then we are in agreement, I was going to make sure that the crew work
in
teams. We cant afford to lose anyone in this type of mission."

"And it would probably be wise for the Kemo to move out of orbit once we beam
down."

"Right, so that the Bajorrans dont think we're up to anything."

"That is not necessarily safer for the crew I realize, but the Kemo will draw
a lot of
attention if it stays in orbit."

Ultimo nods in agreement.

"The Alliance is not exactly welcome here...we'd be pushing our luck."

"As long as we watch each other's back we should be able to get through okay.
And
we should try to look for some other way to find supplies while we're
cruising
through Alliance space. I hate to say it but it would probably have to be an
illegal
source. I doubt the Alliance will be all that willing to help us out."

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"Aboard the Darmok, I'd heard rumors of some kind of...uh.... I'm not sure
of the
word I'm looking for.... A loosely knit organization.... Not always
aboveboard in their
dealings... But I've heard they hold some considerable power."

"It's what I wanted the AT to concentrate on... finding an organization like
that."

Trista nods. "I'm sure someone will know something if we ask the right
questions in
the right places."

"Right." Ultimo stands up. "I'll get those teams to you so when you bring
the Kemo
back around the second time you'll be able to beam us up."

Trista stands taller. "Sir, I'll be beaming down to the planet."

Ultimo looks up surprised. "Excuse me?"

"I can "become" a Bajorran before anyone aboard could find their way to
sickbay. It would be a waste of my talents for me to remain aboard. And I
am most familiar with this universe."

"Maybe, but I think I should still go."

"And why is that, Sir?"

"It's an important mission, and I think I should be there to lead them."

"Sir, do you not trust your crew?"

"No definately not."

"All away missions are important. We are trained in Starfleet to handle
situations such as this."

"So you don't think away teams need proper leadership?"

"Of course they do, but that leadership doesn't always have to be the
Captain."

A hail can be heard coming from the bridge. +Sir, we are approaching the
wormhole.+

Ultimo looks up. "Commander, please notify the crew that they will need to
get their noses fixed to look Bajorran. You said that many species stop
here, so I don't see a problem with the non-human species beaming down as
they are."

"The only species that I would recommend to stay on the ship are Klingons.
Unless the medical department can do some very fancy surgery to alter their
features."

Ultimo nods. "I'll leave all the details to you, Trista. You're dismissed."
He looks down and starts reading a PADD sitting on his desk.

Trista nods. "Yes Sir." She turns and leaves the Ready Room.

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Hi, my name is Hutch Rekoob, and I am an independent character in the USF.
I am from the year 2856, and I am a Time Agent in a sub-department in the
United Space Fleet. I belong to no specific ship or station in this time
period, my mission is to stop disruptions in the Space-Time Continium. My
character will sim on the existing ships when they have a Time Traveling
related sim of any kind. ((If the hosts want me in the sim)).

Here is my Bio and Information so you will know my background:

NAME Hutch Rekoob
SPECIES Arret
AGE 32 Earth Years
FAMILY Unknown

EDUCATION
Elementary, Post Secondary, Post Grad, StarFleet Academy.

Graduated from StarFleet Academy 2846; top 25%
Field of Study
Time Relations
Temperal Physics
Battle Corps
Hand to Hand
Weapons
Shuttle Pilot Education
Weapons Training and Tactics
Shuttle
Particle
Energy
Medical
Basic Biology
Intermediate Biology
Physology and Anotomical Repair

Assigned to USS Numbers G, after graduation.

Transfered 8 years later to Planetary Colony on Fidgets III; Time Watcher
Command, as a Level 2 Commander.

Current Rank: Level 3 Commander
Current Position: Leader of Temperal Disruptions Command

~((This is going to be posted in every ships Folder))~~

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::Anna finishes with the wounds of a few more crew members. She leaves the
EMH on to monitor the vitals of the couple more critical crew members.
Leaving the main sickbay area, she sanitizes her hands, washing them, and
then drying them on a nearby towel::

That was one heck of a day. ::Anna walks into the CMO's office. She
activates the medical terminal::

Computer begin duty log and medical report file.
>Begin when ready.

SD 9703.05

We have left the Starbase. On my last briefing, I noted that we were being
sent to witness the creation of a star or nova or something like that. I am
not totally sure of what it was. I am not stationed on the Bridge, so it is
not my main concern.

Something must have went wrong because I found myself overwhelemed with
injuries in sickbay. The Chief Medical Officer was not present so I
activated the EMH to assist me. Unfortunately we lost a couple of our
members to critical injuries.

Computer please add the following to Commader Rollins medical log. Commander
Rolllins sustained sever head trauma, due to the embedding of an object near
his cerebral cortex. Trying to remove the object did not improve the
situation, and the bleeding ensued. After constant efforts to subside the
bleeding and revive him, I was forced to abandon my efforts and pronounce him
deceased at the previously recorded time. Check the sickbay record database
for exact death listing. <<End addition>>

Computer add the following to the record of First Lieutenant Cristl. First
Lieutenant was injured in what was explained to me as a science panel
explosion. It seems that her body had natural healing properties. The type
of injuries that she sustained were not healable by her bodies conventional
means. Instead of healing the injuries her body was actually killing her.
Both the EMH and myself tried to slow down or stop her healing properties,
but we were unable to achieve this. After several
convulsions and reactions, her heart ceased beating, and we could not
restart it. Check the sickbay record database for the exact death listing.
<<End addition>>

Several other crew members were treatable, and they were released as soon as
we could stabilize their injuries. Some were able to report right back to
duty.

Computer add the following to Ensign Justin Ice's record. Justin's legs was
severed in one place and fractured in a couple others. Due to the severity
of other injuries, I had to wait before assisting Mr. Ice. When I was able
to assist him I used the bone regenerator and a few other devices to seal the
bone and regenerate bone tissue to hold the fractures from refracutring
themselves easily. Justin Ice was released to return to duty. He was given
a pain killer before he was released and instructed
to inform me of any other problems. <<end addition>>

Computer add the following to Lieutenant junior Grade Alidar's Record.
Alidar came in experiencing some discomfort. The EMH healed his injuries as
another emergency came in. Please access the EMH's medical records for the
complete addition and treatment for this crew member. <End addition>>

Please note for the record that the EMH's programming should be updated with
the current crew's files. His treatment of a Lt'Ehylera was improper to her
species and she had a sever reaction that had to be immediately treated when
the patien returned in reaction shock from the treatment. I think that this
program should be replaced with another one that I have in my possession.
Make a note in my personal files to contact the Captain about the new
program.

Close log and secure.
>File closed and secured

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Intership Memo
SD 9703.05

To: Fleet Captain Ultimo

I have experienced some problems with the current medical holographic
program. I have in my possession a prototype for a new program. It is
equally as qualified as the old one, in fact its database of knowledge should
be far greater than the original EMH's programming. With your permission I
would like to implement this program into sickbay.

Sincerely,
Anna Lynn Trieste
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Kemo Sabay

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T'Ehylara is laying on a bio bed with a monior over her torso. She seems
restless and impatient.
"I don't see why I am still here. I should be back on duty; they may need
me." She glares up at Anna.
"I have to complete these tests, T'Ehylara. No one in Starfleet has ever
encountered anyone like you. The one other person who has is dead now. We
don't know you're anatomy. What if I give you another medication you're
system can't handel, only this time the reaction is much more severe?" She
runs a med tricorder over her head. There is a long silence.
T'Ehylara growls. "I don't see what is so interesting."
"Klingon and Romulan physiology is so different, the two are almost
genetically incomplatible. Take the Klingons: They have 2 of every organ and
system. That is only true with you in select cases. You have two hearts,
but only one set of lungs. I see one full spine and only part of a second
one, yet I see two full sets of kidneys and even two livers. What I can't
figure out it why only certain systems were duplicated."
T'Ehylara looks at Anna unimpressed. "I still don't see your point
doctor."
Anna looks at T'Ehylara seriously. "It means that you can sustain
injuries to only parts of your body and not others. For example you could
take a knife to that heart that would kill most races and survive, but if
someone punctured a lung you would be hindered because there isn't a back up
for you."
T'Ehylara is starting to see what Anna is talking about. "I guess I
never really gave it much thought."
Anna sighs, "Well since we are stuck in God knows where, I think that
you need to be thinking about it." Anna turns back to her scans.
T'Ehylara watches Anna concerned. "Doctor I have tried very hard to
keep my heritage a secret. I had not intended for anyone to find out."
"I don't know how you managed to have it off your files this far." Anna
looks at T'Ehylara's crew file. "There isn't any mention of your physiology
here: no listings of alleric reactions, no mention of the dual systems, or
your mixed heritage."
"I have been able to successfully avoid the sickbay so far."
Anna nods and continues to work on T'Ehylara. "Well that is apparent,
but I need to know everything that I can about you. I can't take a chance on
something happening to you in this system that I could have avoided with your
proper medical history"
T'Ehylara knows that she isn't going to be able to avoid it this time,
but for some reason she trusts this doctor. She nods her approval to Anna.
"Go ahead doctor. Run what tests you need to, but may I make one request of
you?"
"Please go ahead T'Ehylara."
"Please keep this as much between us as you can." T'Ehylara's violet
eyes are almost fearful of others finding out.
Anna nods. "I will put a note on your medical file to see a private
file in my database should you ever become injured again, but it will be
coded so that not just anyone can access it. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes that sounds quite well. I appreciate this"
Anna nods again. "Yes well we do have to be careful not to raise
suspicions."
"Agreed. I have been able to keep it a secret for many years. I should
be able to succeed in that again here."
"Good. Now I think that we have a few tests to run. I want to have a
full profile on you by the end of the day."
"Proceed Doctor." T'Ehylara prepares herself for the tests.
"Just relax T'Ehylara, and please call me Anna."
T'Ehylara smiles. "Thank you Anna."

Just a note, this was supposed to take place when we found out that we were
stuck in the alternate universe. Just so you get an idea of the time frame
here :)

Lt. T'Ehylara
Lt. Anna T

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Tav sits in his quarters on Deck 9, looking out the porthole at the stars.
He shakes his head in wonderment.

~~~ From the gutters of Bajor to here, all in one day..... ~~~

~~~ But where is here? What am I getting myself into? ~~~

He gets up and begins to change clothes for his date later that night with TE
in the Kemo's bar.

He stops.

~~~ Indeed, who are these people? I know nothing about them. I know what
they have said, but since when have I been so foolish to take such an idiotic
story at face value? ~~~

Half dressed, he walks over to the small computer console on the guest
quarters' desk.

"Computer, do you have a listing of the crew members of this ship?"

#Affirmative#

"Please display the list on my console"

#Working# ..... A list of names appears on the small screen.

"Computer, do have additional information regarding each of these crew
members? Personnel files and such?"

#Affirmative#

"Please download that information to my console"

#Negative. That information is restricted access to Starfleet personnel#

~~ That would have been too easy ~~~

"OK, give me whatever information you have that is not restricted"

"Working"...... bits and pieces of data regarding some of the crew are
downloaded.

~~ Useless drivel. I need more -- and especially about my date for tonight
~~

"Computer, please download the personnel file on LT T'Ehylara"

#Negative. That information is restricted access to Starfleet personnel#

~~~ That's what you think ~~~

Tav walks over to the dresser and opens the bottom drawer. He removes a
small box, and puts it on the bed. Removing the top, he rummages inside for
a minute until he finds what he is looking for.

"Computer, execute prior request. Authorization Tav One, Two, Three"

#Access denied#

As he unscrews the console cover, "Repeat prior command"

#Access denied#

Tav pulls out one of the circuits half way and inserts the small jumper
cable.

"Again"

#Access denied#

He connects the jumper to the comm system i/o cable.

"Computer, repeat command. Authorization..... " he closes the circuit,
flowing the comm system traffic to the database inquiry engine. The computer
is confused, hearing the 35 simultaneous conversations flowing across the
ship's comm channels.

Culled from all of the traffic, the database hears what it is looking for....

@..... Authorization Ltjg Jones, Engineering, Alpha-Three-Gamma-Four ....@

As Engineer Jones goes about his recalibration of the warp coil temperature
sensors, the dababase computer in Tav's quarters responds, #Affirmative#

The personnel records on TE begin to roll out into the direct access memory
of Tav's local console. Tav begins to read.....

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Doctor Vendetta S'Vannis ni Ryr
Chief Medical Officer
USS Kemo Sabay NCC-9765

SD 9704.02

Vendetta glides across the floor in her semi-darkened bedroom, still
wearing the remnants of her bajoran disguise. As she passes the mirror on the
closet door, she glimpses her profile peripherally and turns to face the
mirror fully. She leans forward slightly, raising one hand to finger the
pronounced ridges on the bridge of her nose.
"Hmmm...forgot about those. I should have taken care of them while I was
in sickbay, earlier." She shrugs slightly and turns from the mirror. "I'll
do it later."
Pausing only to strip off her ruined dress and toss it in the 'cycler and
then slip on a plain, gray, loose-fitting tunic, she makes her way to her
desk, saying as she does so, "Computer, begin recording personal log for
Lieutenant Vendetta S'Vannis ni Ryr. Encode for privacy. Authorization Xix
Serris Five."
"Acknowledged. Ready to record. Awaiting voice activation."
She slips easily into her chair and faces the monitor, folding her hands
composedly on the desktop in front of her. The two matching rings that she
wears at all times are stacked, one above the other, by the interlacing of
her fingers. The silver settings shimmer in the low light level and a dark
crimson spark, like a glowing ember in a fire that has been banked for the
night, is noticeably visible in the heart of each of the twin gemstones.
Vendetta's face is obscured by shadow and her voice is,
as usual, steady and even-toned, making her emotional state difficult to
guess at.
[log begins]
"We have just returned from our mission on Bajor. It was not an
unqualified success." There is a short pause, as she reflects on some of the
events that occurred. "Initially, I was in the company of Doctor Trieste and
Doctor Fox. The three of us entered a clothing boutique of some sort and
proceeded to do our best to scout out any promising leads to smugglers or
black market contacts."
She leans forward slightly and her face is bathed in the blue-white glow
from the monitor, the light leeching the color from her skin and making her
face with its unfamiliar bajoran features look masklike. "The boutique seemed
an odd choice for our purposes, but it was explained to me that even though
we were not looking for clothing, the unguarded chatter of the patrons of
such an establishment, as well as the proprietor's likely traffic with," she
hesitates over the unfamiliar term, " "knock off"
fashion might give us a hint in the right direction.
"For some reason, the clerk seemed to take an unusual interest in me and
persuaded me to go with him to the stockroom where, he said, he had a present
for me. The present proved to be a sheer black dress of some sort of silk;
halter style with a slit from the collar of the halter nearly to the waist
and a rather short skirt. To please him, I changed into it." Vendetta frowns
slightly.
"Later on, when I spoke to Dr. Fox about it, she seemed rather shocked
and said that I should have changed in another room. I pointed out to her
that my anatomy was not noticeably different from that of a bajoran female,
so I had felt no need to hide my form. Dr. Fox seemed to find my remark
inordinately amusing and she could not bring herself to explain why. Merely
shook her head and went off, laughing."
Still puzzled, Vendetta picks up the thread of her narrative and
continues. "At any rate, the clerk seemed quite pleased with my appearance
and said something about a shipment but I didn't quite catch it. As we were
about to enter his office, a scruffy-looking individual entered through the
back door and approached us. Pulling the clerk a little to one side, he began
speaking rapidly to him in a low voice. I pretended to be interested in the
contents of a box nearby, a selection of silver lockets.
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<continuation>

"Straining my ears, I managed to overhear bits of the conversation, not
much, but enough to give me the impression that they were discussing
arrangements for some sort of illicit transaction. Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw the man press a small object into the clerk's hand as he murmured
the word 'instructions'. Feigning disinterest, I kept to my pretense of
sorting through the lockets until the man scuttled back out the door to the
alley and the clerk approached me again.
"Smiling at me, he took me by the arm and began to lead me toward the
office again. When I made to put back the locket I was holding, he said, 'No,
babe, keep it. You'll earn it.' and winked at me." Vendetta shook her head
slightly, "Apparently, the clerk thought I was desirous of obtaining a
position at the boutique and, I suppose, he was taking me into the office to
discuss my new duties.
"I realized that being alone in the office with him would present me
with the perfect opportunity to discover what it was that the
disreputable-looking man had given him. Therefore, I allowed him to draw me
into the room and close the door. Among the supplies I had brought with me
was a small vial of Visorin, which is a sedative that puts one into a
pleasant, dreamlike state. Its action makes anyone dosed with it extremely
biddable. Unfortunately, it was much abused in previous centuries to the
point..." Realizing that she has gone off on a tangent, she stops in
mid-sentence. "But I digress. To sum up, the clerk invited me to join him in
a glass of wine, and when he turned to replace the decanter, it was a simple
matter to add the Visorin to his glass.
"Shortly after he had drunk the wine, the smilingly vacuous expression
characteristic of the drug's action appeared on his face and I wasted no time
in searching him and his office. I turned up nothing of interest other than a
small blue data crystal that I removed from his right front pants pocket, I
believe it to be the object the other man had pressed into his hand. I took
the crystal, put it inside the locket and hung the locket around my neck.
Then I led him out of the office and back to the
store.
"As we entered, my two fellow doctors were just leaving. Dr. Fox nodded
to me in a reassuring fashion, which led me to believe that they were on
their way to investigate some lead of their own and did not require my
assistance. I propped the smiling clerk up on a stool behind the counter and
left the store myself. Trieste and Fox were nowhere in sight, so I decided to
look for either the Captain or the Commander in order to report in."
A voice issuing from the comm system interrupts the Doctor's monologue.
"Doctor, this is the Captain. Can you meet with me in my ready room? I
need to talk to you about temporary crew assignments."
Rising from her chair, she heads for the closet and reaches for one of
her uniforms. "I will be there immediately, sir."
"Received. Ultimo out."
"Computer, suspend log recording and file."
"Acknowledged. Processing request."

[log ends]

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Doctor Vendetta S'Vannis ni Ryr
Chief Medical Officer
USS Kemo Sabay NCC-9765

SD 9704.09

Vendetta returns from her meeting with Ultimo and goes directly to her
desk to resume her record of the events on Bajor. "Computer, resume recording
personal log for Lieutenant Vendetta S'Vannis ni Ryr. Encode for privacy.
Authorization Xix Serris Five."
"Acknowledged. Ready to resume recording. Awaiting voice activation."
[log begins]
"I spent some time wandering about the commercial district of the town
and failed to locate either of my commanding officers. I did have one
slightly unpleasant encounter with an inebriated man who apparently thought
my services were for sale. He offered me a bag of latinum to accompany him,
so I did." She pauses. "I accompanied him into an alley where he attempted to
introduce me to 'Mr. Friendly'," Vendetta looks disgusted, "I introduced his
face to my knee, instead. I propped him up against a
conveniently placed dumpster and tucked the bag of latinum he had offered me
into my garter." She shrugs. "No point leaving it for the next alley rat who
happened by.
"As night was swiftly approaching, I decided to try my luck in the
pleasure district. Luck was indeed with me; at the first bustling, brightly
lit establishment I entered, I encountered the Captain's posterior
approaching me on the shoulder of a burly, formally dressed gentleman."
Vendetta pauses speculatively. "I am not sure exactly what was going on, but
it appeared that the man and the Captain were indulging in some sort of game
or local pastime known as 'dusting the pavement'. I will have to ask
the Captain to explain it to me again sometime, as his explanation at the
time was extremely vague." She shakes her head.
"At any rate, there was some sort of commotion in behind the two of them
and the man simply dropped the Captain and dove back into the crowd to assist
some similarly dressed men in calming everyone down. After ascertaining that
the Captain had suffered no injury except, perhaps, to his pride, I asked him
if I could be of assistance in any way. He asked me to help him locate
Commander Trista and directed me to search the area near the bar while he
went the opposite way, toward the casino.
"Trista was nowhere to be found, so I headed in the direction Ultimo had
gone, to see if he had either located her or had a new plan of action. I own
I was mildly surprised to discover that instead of searching for Trista, he
had sought out the burly gentleman from before and they had picked up their
game where they had left off when the commotion erupted." The Doctor looks
mildly disapproving of what she perceives as the Captain's reversal of the
usual 'work before pleasure' dictum. "He waved to me
as he sailed past on the man's shoulder, so I followed him out the door and
watched as the man tossed him down the stairs." She shakes her head again,
perplexed, "I truly don't understand the custom, but the Captain appeared to
be enjoying himself because he grinned up at me as I approached to help him
up out of the gutter.
"He had suffered some cuts and mild abrasions, which he asked me to
attend to after he had finished brushing his hair back into place with his
fingers. As I had no medkit handy, I made do with several strips of fabric
torn from the short skirt of my dress. Silk is not my first choice for
bandage material but we could hardly be choosy; at least it was clean. After
I patched him up, he asked me if I had seen Trista. I replied that no, I
hadn't, and he suggested we check the alleys on either side of
the building for her.
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<continuation>

"He was acting quite peculiarly; blinking, stammering and stuttering and
looking at me in a dazed sort of way. I began to fear he had suffered a
concussion, but as his eyes refused to rise to meet mine (seeming instead to
dart back and forth between my chest and my legs), I could not easily check
to see if they were responding properly to light. With no diagnostic
equipment at my disposal, I decided to let the matter rest until we returned
to the ship; resolving to keep a sharp eye on him in the
meantime.
"The Captain motioned me toward the entrance to one of the alleys that
ran beside the building and I headed into it, Ultimo a step or two behind. I
heard him mutter, 'Oh No! That moron robbed me of my comm badge!' I looked
over my shoulder to inquire, 'Sir? What moron?' and noticed he was staring
quite fixedly at me, somewhere in the region of my hips. Most odd." Vendetta
blinks, then continues, "He said something about a 'bouncer guy', but which I
understood him to mean the bajoran who bounced him
off the pavement a few minutes previously. He then asked me if I had brought
my comm badge. Of course I had, so I said yes and fished it out from where I
had secreted it inside of my dress. At this point, I'm afraid, Captain Ultimo
really began to ramble. It pains me to have to relate this in an official
record, especially as subsequent examination proved that he did not, in fact,
have a concussion." She sighs. "As I recall, when I asked him who he wanted
me to contact, he said, 'Um, see if you can
contact... uhhhh...You know... the one that,' he swallowed hard, apparently
mesmerized by the play of light on the locket that rested on my chest,
'that... That can change... Trista!' he smiled triumphantly, as if
congratulating himself on coming up with the Commander's name and continued,
'See if you can contact her.' I did so and we made arrangements to meet the
Commander out front, where she and the romulan called Tav Cunane were now
waiting. Once we had all assembled, we beamed back aboard the Kemo
Sabay and went immediately to the Captain's ready room to confer about our
findings on the planet." Pausing to glance at the chrono, Vendetta realizes
she has just enough time to return her nose to its normal appearance and
report to sick bay for her duty shift.
"Computer, end log recording and file."
"Acknowledged. Processing request."

[log ends]

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Doctor Vendetta S'Vannis ni Ryr
Chief Medical Officer
USS Kemo Sabay NCC-9765

SD 9704.16

Doctor Vendetta enters her office and moves to her desk. Lowering
herself gracefully into the self-adjusting contours of her ergonomically
designed chair, she taps out the sequence that will open her personal log and
begins speaking.
[log begins]

"Lieutenants Fox and Trieste have been detailed to Bajor for a month or so,
the Captain informed me that Fox's professional services have been bartered
for a promising new power source. He was a bit vague about what Trieste's new
duties entailed, and when I attempted to question him further, he changed the
subject by leaning in close and asking me if, confidentially, I didn't think
his nose was now a trifle smaller than it had been."
The look in her dark eyes conveys that the Doctor was quite obviously
mystified by the Captain's response, but she apparently dismisses it as
unfathomable or unimportant and continues her log with only a slight pause.
"Thus far the medical department has not been taxed unduly by their temporary
reassignment, but I hold no optimism that this state of events will hold
steady. Something is sure to disrupt the status quo and, as we are no longer
in our reality, medical personnel are not an easily
replaceable commodity." With an economy of motion, she keys in the proper
sequence to encode and file her log, even as she begins a verbal request for
a patient file. "Computer display all medical records for Ensign Tyra N'sodo
as of star da..."

[log ends]

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Diagnosis: Trouble
---JL by Dr. S'Vannis ni Ryr & Ensign Ice

Doctor S'Vannis ni Ryr looks up quickly as the doors to sick bay slide
apart to reveal Tav Cunane, carrying an injured crewman. Without batting an
eyelash at the rather dramatic sight the two present, she moves toward them
and indicates an empty biobed with a gesture. "Put him here, Mr. Cunane. What
happened?"
Tav gently places the crewman on the biobed, a worried frown creasing
his forehead. "I'm not sure, exactly, Doctor. He was rerouting plasma flow to
give the ship enough power to pull out of its collision course with the sun
when his console suddenly blew up in his face and sent him flying. He landed
on the Captain."
Vendetta nods, already initiating scans and visually assessing the
crewman's injuries, "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Cunane. You may go,
I'll take care of Mr..." she looks at the injured man's face for the first
time. "Ice from here on in."
Turning away from Tav, who shrugs at her casual dismissal and turns to
go, she selects a small vial of colorless fluid and draws 10cc's of it into a
hypo. Pressing the hypo against Justin's neck, she introduces the stimulant
to his bloodstream and steps back, waiting for it to take effect.
"Unnnnhhhh..." her patient groans groggily as he wakes up. His eyelids
flutter open and he looks up at the Doctor, disoriented. "Wh.....what
happened?"
"From what Mr. Cunane tells me, you were injured when a console
exploded." She cocks her head to one side, inquisitively, "How are you
feeling?"
"Like I've just been hit by a runaway shuttle."
"I can assure you that your injuries would have been much more
extensive, had that been the case..." Vendetta says dryly, checking the
degree of dilation and responsiveness of his pupils to light as she does so.
Satisfied with the physical confirmation of what her scans have already told
her, she nods, appearing pleased. "No concussion."
His innate curiosity prompts him to ask, when his memory refuses to
produce the details of the accident, "So...this happened where? On the
bridge?"
"I would assume so, but I didn't inquire. Such things have no bearing on
my tasks."
He smiles weakly, misinterpreting her remark as an attempt at humor.
Vendetta turns slightly and murmurs to a passing AMO, "Assist me with
this one, Jal'thel." The man nods and comes to a stop at the doctor's side,
waiting for further instructions. "Scissors." Still silent, he hands them to
her.
As she turns back, Ice tries again, "No, really, what precisely happened
to me?" He pauses, "Other than standing too close to an exploding console, I
mean."
"You have three cracked ribs and second and third degre burns to the
exposed flesh of your upper torso."
He begins to laugh, thinking she is joking, but when his cracked ribs
protest, he stops abruptly. "Oww." Her eyes flicker to meet his for a moment,
a hint of puzzlement in them, [Why is he laughing? Odd man.] She quickly
turns her attention back to her task. Surprised, he asks, "You really don't
know what happened, do you?"
"I said not. I have no reason to deceive you, Ensign." She administers a
second hypo.
"Oh. I see." [What a strange woman...]
Justin watches her work at cutting away the blackened remnants of his
uniform shirt for a few moments. Feeling strangely detached because of the
pain inhibitor she has just given him, he finds the procedure oddly
fascinating. He watches as the AMO takes the scissors and places them in the
sterilization unit, at the same time passing a small pair of forceps to
Vendetta. Deftly, she uses them pull the last few charred shreds of cloth
from the oozing, nasty-looking mess that is his chest. The quick,
graceful movements of her fine-boned hands and the slim metal instrument she
wields so efficiently mesmerize him and he remains silent until she has
finished and begins disinfecting the area.
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<continuation>
"I end up here a lot, don't I?" [The sick bay equivalent of 'Come here
often'? Ugh. Stupid question, he berates himself, what made me say that? ]
Wryly, Vendetta says, "Maybe you should try a less dangerous line of
work." Having cleaned the burns to her satisfaction, she turns her attention
to his cracked ribs.
"I can't. I really have nowhere else to go." He frowns, thinking about
the events that led up to his choice to join StarFleet.
"None of us really have anywhere else to go anymore, Mr. Ice." She says,
alluding to the Kemo Sabay's present predicament; trapped in an alternate
reality.
He starts to shrug, but thinks better of it, remembering his injured
ribs in the nick of time. "It doesn't matter;" he mutters, "whether we are in
our own universe or another, I have nowhere else to go."
If the Doctor hears him, she makes no indication. Handing the instrument
she had been using to accelerate the bone-knitting process back to Jal'thel,
she says, "You'll need to take it easy for a few days but you should have no
problem doing light duty. I won't insist that you take time off unless you
would prefer to do so." She looks at him questioningly, waiting for him to
state his preference.
Coming out of his fog, Justin says, "Oh...Aye, sir."
"Is that "Aye" you want to rest or "Aye" you want to work?" she inquires
mildly, moving the dermal regenerator back and forth a few inches above his
badly burned skin.
Ice smiles sheepishly, "It's, 'Aye...I'll see how I feel later.' "
Vendetta nods, "As you will." She passes the regenerator to her aide and
says quietly, "Thank you for your assistance, Jal'thel. That will be all." He
inclines his head in acknowledgement of her words, replaces the dermal
regenerator in its proper niche in the orderly arrangement of instruments and
walks off. Noticing a small piece of uniform cloth flutter off the tray that
Jal'thel is bearing away with him for disposal, Vendetta bends to retrieve
it. Ice finds himself watching her lithe, graceful
form intently; admiring her fluidity of motion...not to mention the fit of
her uniform as the fabric stretches and clings a bit, clearly revealing her
body's contours... With an effort, he drags his eyes away from her and
disgustedly smacks himself. Vendetta catches the motion as she turns back
around, placing the fabric scrap on a tray by her hip.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing... nothing." He shakes his head. [Idiot! Control yourself! ]
"Don't you think you were injured badly enough as it is?" [Some sort of
unexpected psychological complication? Shock?] She unhooks her tricorder from
its loop at her waist and flips it open, scanning him.
"It's nothing really, Doctor." [Damn!] He strives to behave as normally
as possible, furious with himself for that small betrayal. [Will she find
anything?] "I was, uh, just knocking some sense into myself." He manages a
queasy-looking smile.
An eloquently raised eyebrow is all the response he gets from Vendetta
as she continues her study of the scan results. "Hmmmm..."

TBC...

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Prescription: Unknown
---JL by Dr. S'Vannis ni Ryr & Ensign Ice

"What is it?" Ice eyed the Doctor warily, studying her face for some
sign. ~Does she know? damndamndamn~
"Your body temperature is significantly elevated." She eyes him
speculatively.
"What would be the cause of that?" A flash of hope. ~Play dumb, Ice,
you may get away with this yet.~
"I would like to run some tests to determine just that, Mr. Ice."
"You're the doctor, Doctor."
"I had noticed that," she replies dryly.
There is a tense quality to the silence that falls between them as she
busies herself taking blood and tissue samples, running further scans. Trying
to distract himself from worrying about whether or not she will discover his
secret, Justin says the first thing that comes to mind, "Since I'm most
likely going to be here often, please call me Justin." He smiles at her,
inwardly wincing, ~Oh, very suave...~
The look of concern in her eyes eases as the initial results of the
tests come back. ~Nothing very much out of the ordinary.~ "Very well,
Justin." She pauses, noting the increased hormone levels that, in addition to
his raised body temperature and his odd behavior, give her the key to his
condition. She raises her eyes to his and their gazes lock. "Preliminary
tests indicate that you are in the early stages of Pon Farr..." She allows
her voice to trail off meaningfully, watching him closely for his
reaction.
"Oh." pause. "Joy." His eyes gain a shuttered look, keeping her from
gaining any insight as to his real thoughts on the matter. He sighs. "That
would account for the elevated temperature, I guess. And my recently
developed fascination with..." His cheeks flush a pale green as he forces
himself to stop speaking in mid-sentence, but he can't seem to keep his eyes
from wandering over the doctor's body.
Ignoring his obvious embarrassment and discomfort, Vendetta says
levelly, "I find it hard to believe that you weren't aware of your condition,
Justin."
He looks away and says in a low tone, "I was trying to ignore it. It's
not something one likes to think about." He continues, half to himself,
"Especially after what happened last time."
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<continuation>

Doctor S'Vannis ni Ryr's eyebrows arch in disbelief at his first
statement. "Well, like it or not, it must be faced. You will be a danger both
to yourself and this crew if you don't attend to your body's needs."
Justin shakes his head, saying miserably, "I know, I know. I keep hoping
my human side will kick in."
"That won't do at all, Justin." She says crisply, "You have to face
reality."
"Reality hasn't quite caught up with me yet." He sighs. "Anyway, I still
have time."
Vendetta consults her scans again. "Not enough time to delay for much
longer."
"You said early stages, right? 'Bout a month or so?"
She nods. "Give or take a week, due to the human factor." A fractional
hesitation. "I'm sorry, but you are going to have to report to me regularly
so I can monitor your condition, Justin."
Ice sighs resignedly, "As you wish, Doctor. I should get back to duty."
Reappearing at Vendetta's side with his usual silent efficiency,
Jal'thel stands waiting with a plain, pale blue, wraparound style tunic in
his hands. Ice grimaces as he sits up on the biobed; twinges from his newly
healed injuries remind him of the reason he was here in the first place.
"Thank you." He carefully eases into the tunic the AMO holds ready for
him. Jal'thel nods once and walks away. As Ice begins to head for the door,
Vendetta holds up her hand to restrain him.
"One moment."
"Yes, Doctor?" ~Dark hair pulled severely back, accenting the finely
chiseled planes of her face. Eyes, tip-tilted and fathomlessly dark with an
attention-catching gold ring around the edge of the iris... like twin solar
eclipses... She's beautiful,~ he mused, ~and such emotional control...
Almost like a vulcan. I wonder...~ Abruptly, he shuts down that line of
thought, mortified. With great difficulty he tries to focus on what she is
saying.
"If you haven't found an acceptable solution in two weeks' time, I am
going to have to advise the captain of your condition. Understood?"
~Acceptable solution... oh, yes... more than merely acceptable...~ he
narrowly kept himself from smiling wolfishly. ~Down, boy!~ Outwardly
composed, if slightly paler than normal due to his internal struggle, he
nodded. "Aye, sir."
"Fine then, dismissed." With that, she turns to move on to her next
task. Clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides, Ice watches her walk
away until she disappears into her office. As the door slides shut behind
her, he shakes himself like a man coming out of a trance and heads out of
sick bay at a brisk pace, lost in his thoughts. An ensign he knows slightly
passes him in the corridor, calling out a cheerful greeting.
"Cold shower." Ice replies absently, continuing on his course to his
quarters. Mystified, the ensign stares after him for a moment, finally
deciding that he must be hearing things...

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Baby Steps

---A JL by Doctors Vendetta S'Vannis ni Ryr and Amber Fox

A quiet tableau: Doctor Amber Fox lies on a biobed in sickbay, still
sleeping off the effects of the sedative while a puzzled Doctor Vendetta
S'Vannis ni Ryr stands patiently by her bedside reviewing Amber's chart and
waiting for her to awaken. Knowing that her patient has the ability to heal
herself, she can't help but be perplexed that she has so far made not the
slightest attempt to do so. She doesn't have too long to wait before she can
begin probing for the answer to this riddle, though; a few
moments more pass and Amber's eyelids flutter, then open.
Vendetta looks down at her, a hint of concern in her eyes, "How are you
feeling, Lieutenant?"
Amber ignores the question, whispering, "Anna?" ~Please let it have
been a bad dream...~
Vendetta shakes her head, "Anna... Doctor Trieste... I'm sorry,
Lieutenant, she is gone."
"I never should have agreed to aid the Cajorans...", she says sadly and
so softly that Vendetta has to bend forward to hear her.
"You did what you thought best at the time, Lieutenant," Vendetta
replies, her face expressionless, "and the Captain and I both agreed with
you. Second guessing is pointless."
In a toneless voice, Amber concedes, "True." and lapses into silence,
staring up at the ceiling.
"Now," Vendetta looks her patient in the eyes, "I asked you a question.
Answer it, Doctor."
Amber turns her head away and says; quietly, and quite untruthfully,
"I'm feeling well enough."
At the words, one of Vendetta's eyebrows rises upward in evident
expression of disbelief and she inquires almost too mildly, "Really? What
standard are you using?" She glances at the chart in her hand as Amber
remains obstinately silent and then continues, "I would think that
considering your various cuts, abrasions and the odd cracked rib or two,
'well enough' wouldn't even come close to describing how you feel."
"The standard that I'm alive instead of dead." Amber mutters mulishly,
apparently addressing her comment to the far wall.
Vendetta snorts.
After a moment of looking at Amber consideringly, she says, not
unkindly, "I expect you aren't entirely pleased about that, are you?"
Fox sighs and shakes her head slightly, "There's too much blood on my
hands."
"Blood? Whose blood?"
"Jallen. Kelden. The guards injured in my rescue. Anna's
disappearance."
"I don't know the details of the first two, but Anna's disappearance was
entirely bloodless...and, I might add, of her own free will."
Amber closes her eyes, willing herself not to cry, "It doesn't matter."
"It *does* matter." The CMO's tone surprises Amber, startling her into
opening her eyes and looking up at Vendetta's, which are sparking with...
~Annoyance? Anger? Concern?~ Amber can't be certain. Those odd dark eyes are
fixed unblinkingly on her own and she can't quite turn away as Vendetta
continues, "You are indulging in a bout of self-pity. Quite understandable,
but not good for you." She pauses before delivering the blow, "Or for the
baby."

<continued>

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<continuation>

Amber cringes, fearing Vendetta's next words, but Vendetta merely waits
patiently for her to speak. Finally, she finds her voice, "Guilt..." she
croaks, hoarsely. "It's not self pity. I just feel that I have to pay for the
trouble I've caused. And this baby..." her eyes fill with tears that her
pride won't let her shed, "...this baby is just another consequence."
"Es'kov." Vendetta mutters, a word in her own language that the
universal translator insists is the equivalent of 'Piffle'; nonsense.
"Babies are not consequences."
"This baby was not conceived naturally, Doc." Amber struggles to
explain, sounding a bit wooden. "I was forcefully impregnated. As a
punishment." ~Now you know... now you must understand why.. I CAN'T...~
Vendetta pursues the topic remorselessly, "Do *you* consider this child
a burden? A punishment? Or are you telling me what your captor intended?"
"That's what Menlo wanted it to be... but it's more than that...
this..." she hesitates over the word, emotion choking her voice, "child... is
a reminder of something I could never have..." she closes her eyes again in
the face of the unbearable pain of reality, "Jallen." The name is little more
than a breath of sound, and one of the tears that she has fought so hard to
keep at bay slips free and rolls down her face, trembling as it hangs
suspended from her earlobe...only to fall on the pillow and
be absorbed. There is a moment of silence, during which she fervently hopes
that Vendetta finally understands and has left her alone to... ~to what?~
Before she can explore the question further, she feels the bed shift slightly
as if someone were sitting down on it and a cool hand lightly covers her own.
She opens her eyes.
It is, of course, Vendetta, and the gesture is quite foreign to her.
Extending comfort... she has no precedent for it and it makes her feel
slightly awkward. "Jallen... you loved him?"
Mutely, Amber nods her head, her eyes sparkling still with unshed tears.
Vendetta pauses again, not quite sure of how to go on. "And, if I
construe your comment about blood on your hands correctly, he is now dead?"
"Yes." Amber replies, simply. "Trying to rescue me, Menlo murdered him."
Her fingers tighten convulsively around Vendetta's hand; a silent cry for
help. ~How do I live with myself, knowing he died for me? BECAUSE of me? MY
FAULT... Oh, Jallen... My love...~
Vendetta tightens her hand in return, willing Amber to accept her
unspoken offer of support. "Amber, I know you don't want to believe this
right now, but we all make our own choices and must abide by their
consequences." She looks at her fellow doctor and patient, a soft sadness
lurking in the depths of her odd, inhuman eyes. "None of us can be
responsible for what another does...freely and out of love... If Jallen is a
man worthy of your love, and I cannot picture you choosing one who was not,
he
would not wish you to torture yourself like this."
Reluctantly, Amber nods, "What you're saying sounds right, but I can't
help feeling guilty." Sadness washes over and through her; sadness and regret
and guilt. ~How could I not feel this way?~

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<continuation>

Vendetta shakes her head slightly, "I understand, but you have to try.
For Jallen... for your baby... for this crew and your friends in it... but
most of all, Amber, for yourself." She looks at the pale, sad face, so far
from her memory of the vivacious young woman who had left the Kemo a few
short weeks ago, willing her to understand... to fight. "I can heal your
body, if you won't do it yourself, but only you can heal your heart and
soul."
Amber listens intently to her doctor's words, a pained expression
entering her eyes. "I can try."
Vendetta nods, the ghost of a smile flitting across her face. "That you
try is all I ask."
"If not for me," she continues, as if the CMO had never spoken, "then
for Jallen's baby."
"Oh, no, that won't do at all." Vendetta interrupts firmly, "It must be
for you, first and foremost, or it won't work."
A frown, "I don't know. I really don't. I guess..." she hesitates,
confused. "I don't want to die that badly. I would have found a way already
if I did." Silently, she tests the feel of her own words, finding truth in
them, much to her surprise.
"Very likely, Lieutenant."
"Amber. My name is Amber, Doctor." She squeezes again the hand in her
own.
Her doctor nods, "Amber, then." A soft sigh. "I wish I could just wave
one of these devices, " she gestures to tray of medical implements, "over you
and banish all this emotional turmoil. Unfortunately, I can't. You will have
to sort things out for yourself." Vendetta hesitates; uncertain... and maybe
a bit shy, "and... if you need it, I am here to talk to."
"Thank you." Amber smiles a tiny bit, "It seems I'm not as alone as I
think I am."
Vendetta smiles in return; the first true smile, albeit a small one,
that Amber has ever seen on her face. "Thank you," she says gravely, "you do
me honor." She rises to her feet, trying to cast off the sudden awkwardness
she feels by stepping out of the role of confidante and back into the
infinitely more familiar one of doctor. "Now," she picks up an oblong device
from the tray, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes, "do you want me to use
this..." she waves the dermal regenerator, "or will you
take care of what ails you now?"
Amber laughs lightly, "I think I can take it myself from here." Wincing
slightly because of the stress on her cracked ribs from her laughter. "Ouch."
She covers the area protectively with her hand, "Yes, I think I'd better."
Doctor S'Vannis ni Ryr bows formally and says with mock solemnity,
"Fine, because I have other patients to attend to who don't have your unique
abilities to fend for themselves. So," she pauses, "I will leave you with one
of your old terran sayings, 'Physician, heal thyself.' " A dry chuckle
escapes her as she turns and walks away.
Amber shakes her head, watching Vendetta walk away and then closes her
eyes, beginning to enter a meditative state. Her first step back to the world
of the living...

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Log SD 9706.04
LtJg John Patrick Ryan
United Space Federation

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am not sure where or when we are.
It has been an interesting week, first the wedding.. finding out I am going
to be a father and making the decision to leave the Special Operations Group
and now ... this, whatever this is.

After leaving what we thought to be the Shiloh, we started to realize that
perhaps there was more to our accident than we thought. Aegis started running
some tests and found that we are in a different universe.. not quite sure
which.

We are now aboard a ship called the Kemo Sabay, it has Federation registry
... but then I question which Federation. Does it belong to this Universe or
to ours?
The Captain is an interesting fellow, sorta comical but seems to be
intelligent.
He seemed to pick up on my intentions when Lt. Kestra beamed over from the
Shiloh to take over this ship, and that is two points in his favor.

I don't know how much information we should discuss. Aegis and I must be
careful until we find out more about this ship and most of all about where we
are.

Until that time,we must rely on our instincts and training to survive.

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Duty log
Ensign Jari Dante
Assistant Science Officer
USS Kemo Sabay

Stardate 9706.11

Begin Log...

Lt. Falken and I were successful in reaching the Kemo Sabay after searching
for her for 2 days. At the time we first reached her, she was being attacked
by a group of pirates from the alternate-universe USS Shiloh. The crew was
successful in preventing a takeover by the pirates. In the meantime, Lt.
Falken and I attempted to secretly board the Kemo to determine what was
taking place. We were discovered and beamed to the brig where we were then
met by Captin Ultimo. He informed us of what had
happened, and after a debriefing, allowed us to transfer our gear from the
shuttle to our quarters and then begin our duties.

After being given a whirlwind tour of the ship, I spent my first duty ship
conducting sensor diagnostics. Today, I have been assigned to an Away Team
mission to investigate a nearby anomaly while we attempt to gain supplies
from a trader outpost.

End log...

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Dr Amber Fox
USS Kemo Sabay
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Duty Log
SD9706.11

Amber returned to her quarters, entering silently. She looked around
the room, feeling a touch lonely. She sighed, and sat down at her desk.
"Computer, begin a duty log."
"Doctor Vendetta was called away from sickbay today, and I was left with
a seemingly empty sickbay. But then, I was informed of some additions to the
crew for which I conducted physical evaluations for."
"Ensign Jari Dante: In good physical condition. She provided me with a
copy of her medical records, as we did not have one before her arrival."
"Dante is suffering from a conginetal disease: Markinson's. She
requires an injection of Chlortetrazine once a week to maintain it's
dormancy."
"Lieutenant junior grade Jack Patrick Ryan: Human, an eighth vulcan.
He is in good physical condition. Circulatory and cardiovascular systerm
normal. His records had to be created from scratch: None were available in
the ship's computer."
"Captain Ultimo Hebein: In excellent physical condition. Superb
cardiovascular system. Reflexes: extraordinary. He has been instructed to
report back to his doctor, that being myself, for a follow up visit."
"Computer, close log."
Amber rose from the desk, moving toward the viewport, thinking.
~~Yes, we will finish that another time, Captain.~~

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Dr Amber Fox
USS Kemo Sabay
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Duty Log
SD9706.18

Amber sighed tiredly as she returned to her quarters after a long shift.
She went into the bedroom without even turning on the lights. Reaching the
bed, she just dropped down onto it.
She groaned, realizing that the excitement of going on an away team,
also meant she couldn't take care of her personal log while working, not like
she does in sickbay.
"Computer, begin duty log. Let's get this done with."
She awaited the annoying little beep that signaled the open log.
She stared at the ceiling as she spoke, laying flat on her back.
"I was ordered on an away team to investigate some nebula with two of
the newer crew members. Commander TKala joined us afterward, but for a
while, it was just us."
"We received odd readings from this nebula, more specifially from small
"blind" spots within the nebula. We theorized after a slight mishap
involving the unwilling drawing in of our shuttle, that these blind spots in
the sensors were actually gravity wells. With that knowledge, we were able
to find out way home."
"Computer, close this log."

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PATIENT STATUS REPORT
USS Kemo Sabay

Name: (1) Hebein, Ultimo ; (2) Habrandona, Tristoncia; (3) Jahnair, T'Kala

Date Admitted: SD 9706.25

Reason Admitted: Injuries* sustained due to transporter malfunction

Treatment: pending

Prescribed Treatment: pending

Release Date: The patients are currently confined to sickbay

Additional Notes: *Due to a transport while the ship was in the midst of a
plasma storm, the above mentioned officers have been transformed into one
body. The DNA of each of them is present and still intact.
However, it will not remain this way. Over the next several hours,
Commander Trista's allasomorph DNA will continually attack the human and
vulcan DNA of Captain Hebein and Commander T'Kala. If not stopped, the
deterioration will result in death for all three.
I have presented to Doctor Vendetta a theory which can correct the
condition. I believe that if we use the transporter we can separate them by
using their transporter signatures. In one transport, we can separate the
three individuals and return them to their original state.
They should revert back to their original state with few lingering
affects. One problem I fear is that the Vulcan and Human DNA that is
deteroriating will affect them in a manner I can't reverse.
The longer we wait, the more likely they wil suffer permanent damage
from this.
Unfortunately, the transporters are malfunctioning.
With Doctor Vendetta's approval, I will begin the procedure as soon as
transporters are available.

Signing Doctor: **Dr. Amber Fox**

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To: Ens Dante, LtTEhylara

Chief Medical Officer's Report
USS Kemo Sabay NCC-9765
SD9706.26

To: Dr. Amber Fox
Re: Patient Status Report, dated 9706.25
Subjects: Hebein, Ultimo Christopher........COMMANDING OFFICER
Habrandona,Tristoncia..............EXECUTIVE OFFICER
T'Kala, Jahnari...........................SECOND
OFFICER, CHIEF SCIENCE OFFICER 
cc: Medical Database, Kemo Sabay (pending access and transmission to SF, in
our own dimension)

Dr. Fox,
I have reviewed both your report and the data available. I find your
theory to be sound and have no better plan of action to offer at this time.
We will conduct the procedure immediately upon notification from Lieutenant
Falken that the transporters are back online. Until such time as that is
possible, you are directed to keep the patient(s) (referred to as 'the
subject' hereinafter) in stasis to decelerate the deterioration of the
subject's condition as much as possible. The precise mixture of
stasis-inducing drugs may be difficult to calibrate due to the complexity of
the subject's biostructure. Do not hesitate to ask for assistance, should
you require it. I sincerely doubt that you will.
You express the following concern in your report:They should revert back
to their original state with few lingering affects. One problem I fear is
that the Vulcan and Human DNA that is deteroriating will affect them in a
manner I can't reverse.
The longer we wait, the more likely they wil suffer permanent damage
from this.
Although a rare and risky procedure, data from the transporter ID trace
has, in a few isolated instances, been successfully fed back into the pattern
buffer to subtly alter the transportee's molecular structure in transit. I
recommend that we confer with Lieutenants Falkner and J.P. Ryan to determine
if this procedure is feasible, given our circumstances. If so, I feel
implementing it is our best option to regain our command staff intact.
ni Sil Xix S'Vannis ni Ryr, MD

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USS Kemo Sabay
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Duty Log: Taking Matters Into My Own Hands
SD9707.02

Dr Fox walked through sickbay, and took a seat in the medical
laboratory. She took a seat in the cool room that offered her a view of her
three newest patients.
Settling herself on the stool, Amber glanced down at the PADD in her
hand.
"Computer, begin duty log, SD 9707.02."
"While the officer in charge decided to remain in the plasma storm, my
patient, the fusion of Captain Hebein, Commander Habrandona, and Commander
Jahnari, grew steadily worse."
"According to my scans, the DNA of Commander Habrandona intensified in
its deterioration of the Vulcan and Human DNA of Captain Hebein and Commander
Jahnari by over 18%. My estimates showed that certain death would result in
mere hours, oposed to the origional twenty four."
"I contacted the bridge informing them of the urgency of this situation:
that if we did not hurry, we would have no more command crew."
"Unfortunately, they could do nothing for me."
"Taking matters into my own hands, I requested permission to take my
patient in a shuttle, and leave the plasma storm to begin their treatment.
Doctor Vendetta allowed it, and I took off immediately for the shuttle bay,
my patient, now in the form of a Tribble, quite literally in my hands."
"It was a bumpy ride, and my attention on the space before me rather
than my patient. But we cleared the storm, and I began the procedure to
separate them."
"The procedure succeeded, and the Captain and Commanders are resting in
sickbay. I have detained the Commanders not only to recuperate, but I want
to keep a close watch on how their DNA has been affected by this situation."
"I am concerned about Captain Hebein as he has not yet regained
consciousnees. I will be keeping a person watch over him until he does."
Amber frowned. "Computer, close log."

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PATIENT STATUS REPORT
USS Kemo Sabay

Name: Habrandona, Tristoncia

Rank: Commander; Executive Officer

Date Admitted: SD 9706.25

Reason Admitted: Condition caused by transporter accident. Fusion of three
separate individuals, resulting in an entity consisting of a combination of
the three. (See Status Report SD 9706.25)

Treatment: Reversal of the fusion was accomplished by isolating the separate
DNA signatures via the transporter buffers. I separated the signals via
transporter aboard the Shuttle Resurrection. The three materialized in their
correct forms, confirmed by an immediate DNA scan.

Prescribed Treatment: None.

Release Date: SD 9707.03

Additional Notes: Commander Habrandona has been released after a one day
detention in sickbay. Her allasomorph DNA has not shown any signs of lasting
afteraffects of this experience. Her release is on the condition that she
not return to duty until SD 9707.04.
Note: Had a counselor been available, I would refer the Commander for
an evaluation.
See also: Status of: Hebein, Ultimo; and Jahnari, T'Kala

Signing Doctor: **Dr. Amber Fox**

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PATIENT STATUS REPORT
USS Kemo Sabay

Name: Jahnari, T'Kala

Rank: Lieutenant Commander; Second Officer, Chief Science Officer

Date Admitted: SD 9706.25

Reason Admitted: Condition caused by transporter accident. Fusion of three
separate individuals, resulting in an entity consisting of a combination of
the three. (See Status Report SD 9706.25)

Treatment: Reversal of the fusion was accomplished by isolating the separate
DNA signatures via the transporter buffers. I separated the signals via
transporter aboard the Shuttle Resurrection. The three materialized in their
correct forms, confirmed by an immediate DNA scan.

Prescribed Treatment: None.

Release Date: SD 9707.04

Additional Notes: The allasomorph DNA attacked and damaged a large number
of Jahnari's cells. I have injected her with a vulcan protein that has
increased the cell regeneration. Lieutenant Commander Jahnari has shown
remarkable improvment in her condition over the past several hours.
I have conducted a DNA scan, and am positive that there is no permanent
physical damage.
However, there may be other affects. In observing Jahnari, I have seen
on several occasions a noted habit of the captain: a simple running of her
hand through her hair.
I am compelled to consider what other habits have been adopted.
I have released Jahnari as of SD9707.04 with specific instructions not
to return to duty until the 5th.
I have made her aware that she may experience severe exhaustion, and/or
dizziness at any given point in time over the next two to three days. She
has been instructed to rest as much as possible and in these cases, to stop
whatever she is doing and sit down. I expect to be notified should these
symptoms increase or fail to decrease.
Note: Had a counselor been available, I would refer the Commander for
an evaluation.
See also: Status of: Hebein, Ultimo; and Habrandona, Tristoncia

Signing Doctor: **Dr. Amber Fox**

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Ultimo is sitting in his Ready Room, sorting through some Med Reports.

Trista is sitting on the bridge. She appears lost in thought for a moment
and then gets up and walks over to the science station to pull up the current
star charts. She nods to herself, closes the file and heads over to the
captain's Ready Room. "Dante, you have the bridge." She rings the
doorchime.

Ultimo looks up, setting his PADD aside. "Come in."

Trista enters the RR and walks over to Ultimo's desk. "Do you have a few
minutes Sir?"

Ultimo looks up. "Hello Commander." He nods. "What can I do ya for?"

"Well Sir, I'm sure you are aware of our current location. I've been
thinking...."

Ultimo nods. "Yes."

"I can't help but notice that we're in a favorable location to make a short
detour."

Ultimo turns to his console bringing up a starchart. Trista watches the
starchart come up on his monitor and walks around his desk to stand beside
him. "Look at this." She points to a star showing on the monitor.

Ultimo looks up puzzled. "Romulus?" He looks back to where she points.

Trista nods. "It would only be a day's time to get there at our current
speed."

Ultimo frowns. "Yes I see that, but why Romulus?"

Trista raises her eyebrows and walks back around his desk to sit down in a
chair. "I was thinking that maybe, they might just have some information
that we could find useful. They are an advanced race, even in this
universe."

Ultimo is beginning to get the picture. "Right."

"Perhaps they know something we could use to find a way home."

But I mean, they won't let us just walk right in and access their main
computers." Ultimo leans back wondering what Trista is getting at.

Trista nods. "I realize that, but I have an idea. We still have Mr.
Cunane's body in stasis."

Ultimo raises an eyebrow. "That is right..."

Don't you think as a sign of respect, we should return his body home?"
Trista smiles.

Ultimo nods. "Yes definitely... not only that, but we owe our existence to
him. The least we could do is return him home."

Trista nods. "And if we happen to have some engine difficuties while we are
there.... Well, that would certainly would be out of our control wouldn't
it. We'd have to stay in orbit for awhile so Engineering could make the
necessary repairs."

Ultimo smiles slightly. "I mean those things have been failing on us
constantly. Ya never know when they'll conk out."

Trista nods. "Exactly, Sir. And as long as we're in orbit...." She smiles
again. "We have the benefit of some officers that have quite a bit of
experience in undercover work. Isn't it about time we but those skills to
work?"

"Not a bad idea." He nods. "Theres no reason we should keep a leash on our
soggy friends."

I was thinking that we could arrive and let the gov't know that we have a
body to deliver. They will no doubt have questions. The doctors can take
care of any of their medical questions concerning his death. Perhaps one of
us can make a diplomatic appearance to show our good faith?"

Ultimo nods slowly considering her plan. "Hmm... Yes in fact it will be a
good way to show that we mean no harm to the Romulans before the Alliance can
give their word on us."

"In the mean time...the Ryans can prove to us that the SOG is as good as it
is supposed to be."

Ultimo looks at Trista. "I'll do the diplomatic meeting personally."

"Are you sure that is wise, Sir? Perhaps it would be better for me to go."

"Definitely Trista... ya gotta impress these guys... you know. Show them you
mean buisness and that you trust em. Which means me going."

Trista considers. "Well, actually...in this instance I have to agree with
you. We can keep a transporter lock on everyone and if necessary beam
everyone up and make a hasty retreat."

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Ultimo continues on attempting to convince his XO. "I mean Trista you
can't..." He suddenly realizes what she said and looks up confused. ~~She
agreed with me~~
"Right." He nods.

"I'm sure the Engineer can make our engines appear to have a problem. But of
course, keep them ready in the event we need to leave quickly. If you can
stall long enough for the Ryans to do their thing and the information to be
retrieved, I think we can pull this off."

Ultimo smiles. "I can do that."

Trista nods. "I'm sure you can, Sir. The doctors can stall from their end
as well."

Ultimo looks back leaving a look, then smiles. "Alert Miss Dante... tell her
to change course."

Trista stands. "Yes Sir. I'll arrange the new course. Would you like me
to alert the Ryans or will you be taking care of it?"

Ultimo scratches his head. "You prep them too. Tell Aegis and Jack to be
ready for beamout when we arrive."

Trista nods. "Aye Sir. We'll be ready." She pauses for a moment. "Well,
if there is nothing else Sir. I'll get started."

Ultimo looks at his XO. "Trista, great plan." He smiles. "Good work."

Trista nods. "Thank you, Sir." She heads towards the door.

Ultimo nods then returns to his PADD.

Trista exits onto the bridge and walks down to Dante. "Ensign, plot a new
course. We're heading for Romulus."