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It's All In My Mind

Haveing just gotten back from WMD Shilo slips into a warm floral sented
bubbble bath. As she lays her head back and closes her eyes she starts to
think about Wit. She smiles at his image, tall, strong, his warm gentle eyes.
She sits up quickly "what am I doing? He is the Captain, I cannot allow
myself to do this. " She pulls her knees to her chest and rests her chin on
them . Closes her eyes again and tells herself. If he knew what I was
thinking
he would throw me off the ship. I have got to get control of my emotions.
There is no way....But when I turned around and saw him looking at me, it was
not the kind of look a Captain gives his crew. He did come up to me and say
he liked my perfume! He is just being kind. He is letting me know he isn't
angry anymore. Enough of this Shilo.

She releases the water from the tub and wraps a towel around her. No more
daydreaming. I think I will go to twelve forward . I definitely need to get
out more.

TBC

Torvi Shilo
Personal Log
SD 9802.03

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The Lounge

As Shilo enters twelve forward she sees Tom at one of the tables. He
looks up and waves at her. She walks over to him and says "Hi Tom, How are
you tonight?" Tom replys "Fine ,would you care to join me?" As she takes a
seat she see's Avia Winter enter the lounge. "Oh Tom, there is Winter. Shall
we ask her to join us?" Tom says "Yes" He turns around and waves Winter over.
Tom, being Tom had programed a special waitress who looked like someone he
called Marylin Monroe. Who ever that is. She was not the greatest waitress
but Tom liked her.

Winter: ::grinning:: How are you Torvi?
Shilo: ::smiling back:: Just fine and you?
Winter: Well I have the new ensigns working right now on there own.
::laughs::
Tom: What would you two ladies like to have?

:: About this time Shilo's med assistant Liza Janeway and the new sience
officer Yuri entered the lounge.::

Winter: Shilo isn't that Liz and the new science officer?
Shilo: Yes, lets have them join us.
Shilo: Liza, Yuri, come over and join us if you would like.

::Liza, and Yuri came over and sat with the rest of them.::

Tom: What would you two like to have?
Yuri: Tea please.
Liza: Vanilla cream soda please.
Tom: Marylin make it so.
Marylin: We have a special on cashews tonight ::smiling as Tom::
Winter: ::makeing a face::I don't care for cashews.
Tom: Uh, no thanks Marylin, how about some chips and dip, make that

French onion dip please.
Winter: How are you Liz ?
Liz: ::quietly:: fine, thank you.
Winter: and you Yuri?
Yuri: ::shyly:: fine sir.
Marylin: ::standing very close to Tom::Here are you drinks and chips .
Shilo: what are these? ::pointing at the chips::
Tom: Uh, Marylin this is not what we ordered. Oh, never mind they look
good. Haven't you ladies ever tried nachos before?

Liz: No, what is it?
Winter: Try some Liz they are good.
Shilo ::sipping on her champane:: Has anyone seen Captain Wit?
Winter: ::laughs::
Tom: Well last time I saw him he was still working Shilo, why?
Shilo: Just wondered if we might see him here thats all. ::scolds herself for

asking::
:::As Shilo look up at Tom she sees Wit enter the lounge. Thinking to herself
Oh my he is here::
Tom: Hey what do you know the Captain just came in. Captain care to join
us?
Wit: Well hello everone. ::pulls over a chair and sits next to Shilo::
Tom: Would you like some champane Captain?
Wit: no thank you.
Tom how about some..
Winter: Tom, maybe the Captain would like to order for himself.
Wit: Thank you Lieutenant.::looking at the waitress strangely::Blood wine .
Tom::seeing the look Wit made:: Uh, well sir I programed this waitress, if
you don't like her I can get us another one.
Wit ::grinning:: No, she is fine Quell.
Winter: Well I hate to break up the party folks but I must go and check on
the new ensigns I left working.
Yuri: Yes, and I have an early shift tomorrow, so good night everyone.
Tom: Well darn you know it is time for me to go as well. I hope we ge the
chance to do this again soon. Winter, I'll walk you out.
Liza: ::Sees it is only her, Shilo, and the Captain:: I think I will call it
a day
as well sir's::
Shilo: Good night Liza.
Shilo: Do you need to leave as well Captain?
Wit : No, not for a bit yet.

:::Shilo realizing it is just her and Wit is not sure what to say. :::

tbc

Torvi Shilo

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The Lounge
(part two)

:::Quell , Winter. Liza, and Yuri had already left the lounge leaveing the
Captain and Shilo alone::

CMOShilo: ::hopeing the champane isn't going to her head::
CMOShilo: ::takes another sip anyway::
CptWit: How's the extra duty comming. You have what only a couple more days?
CMOShilo: Yes, I can't say I'm sorry. I did get the night off though.
CptWit: ::smiles:::Glad to hear Chief Whittier has gotten mellower in his old
age.
CMOShilo: You call that... gentleman mellow?
CptWit: A few years back you'd work everyday.
CptWit: :::takes a drink of his wine:::
CMOShilo: Hmm...I guess he has mellowed then. He is still quite a stickler
for time though.
CptWit: :::laughs:::Good.
CMOShilo: I can't be late for a second, and he notices. He must have a time
watch and has it going for break time.
CptWit: My kind of Chief. Did he tell you that he was an officer at one
time?
CptWit: ::finishes drink:::
CMOShilo: No, he didn't . Were you serveing with him?
CptWit: Nope, I wasn't even born yet. He was a Commander when the ship was
destroyed by the Klingons.
CptWit: :::thinks he will stop with the wine::
CMOShilo: I wondered if you want another drink?
CptWit: No thanks. Looks like I reached my limit. I usually drink Raspberry
Iced Tea.
CMOShilo: ::laughs::
CptWit: :::knows he's reach his limit::
CMOShilo: ::feeling a little light headed herself thinks maybe she should
quit as well::
CMOShilo: I guess being a commander is why he is so picky.
CptWit: That has some to do with it. When his ship was destroyed. He never
really recovered mentally from it.
CMOShilo: ::looks around and notices the room is almost empty, starts feeling
a little nervious::::
CMOShilo: Thats to bad. I will have to be extra nice to him for the remander
of
my time there.
CptWit: ::sees her looking around:::Something wrong, Lieutenant?
CMOShilo: Oh, well no sir not at all.
CptWit: Is my presence here making you nervious?
CMOShilo: Oh, no not at all sir. I enjoy your company.::kicks herself
mentally for her behavior::
CptWit: What is " it" then?
CMOShilo: I..uh.. nothing sir. Everything is just fine.
CMOShilo: ::blushes::
CptWit: :::skeptical:: If you say so.
CMOShilo: ::is embarassed she ever thought he might like her::
CptWit: :::twitches nose:::You wearing some perfume?
CMOShilo: Yes sir I am.
CptWit: :::breaths deeply:: Smells like the type you wore durning the last
duty. Is it?
CMOShilo: ::sure she sees the warmth in his eyes again::
CMOShilo: Yes it is.
CptWit: Oh, smells good ::smiles::: For some reason I keep on thinking I've
smelled it before.
CMOShilo: Oh, It has been around for a long time . It came from Riza.
CptWit: I see :::gets up:::If you would excuse me First Lieutenant, but I
must go and see to some neiglected work and then go for a swim before calling
it a night.
CMOShilo: Swim? I haven't swam for a long time. I forgot we had a pool on the
ship.
CptWit: ::laughs:::the Chief must be getting soft. That's part of WM duties.
To clean the pool that is.
CMOShilo: Hmm... I guess there have been to many tanks to clean. I would
rather clean the pool.
CptWit: :::Smiles::: Not after Klingons have been in it :::grins:::
CMOShilo: ::laughs softly:: your right the tanks might be better in that
case.
CMOShilo: ::sees the captain stand up:: Well if you must go...
CptWit: ::sighs:: Sorry but I must. Captains work is never done.
CptWit: ::smiling and sees the soft lines of her face::Night Torvi
CMOShilo: Good night Ca... ::smiles:: Wit
CptWit: :::nods. Is about to say something but doesn't:: Night
CptWit: :::turns and leaves:::
CMOShilo: ::watches him leave and wishes he would.....:::
CptWit: ::enters lift::: computer, My quarters
CptWit: ::::lift door closes:::
CMOShilo: ::looks at her empty glass and thinks maybe a swim would be nice::

Torvi Shilo
personal log
SD 9802.04

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Personal Log
Stardate: 98•02•01
Lt. Commander Steven Åsted
Second Officer / CTO
USS Marquesas
NCC-606719

Steven stands at his station running internal scans on weapons. One of the
torpedo tubes isn't responding. He turns to an Ensign working at the console
next to his own.

"Machado, go down to torpedo tube number 2 and take a look at it. It's nae
responding to commands." Steven says.

"Yes sir right away" Ensign Machado says putting his work on hold. He walks
quickly to the turbolift and enters.

Steven starts his personal log, waiting for any communication from Machado.
"The two war birds are still there. After two hours, I havenae intercepted
or detected any communication between the two ships, or any other
communication. This makes me a little nervous....it might mean that they
already know what their orders are...could be to engage and stop what we've
learned. Which wouldnae be much at this time."

"I don't think that they have gotten those containers open yet. None of this
makes any sense."

Lt Commander Steven Åsted
Second Officer / CTO
USS Marquesas

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Subj: Personal Log: Report from Dad
Date: 98-02-09 15:04:18 EST
From: LtJg Thomas Henry Quell, USS Marquesas

MR. QUELL, YOU HAVE A SUBSPACE MESSAGE FROM YOUR FATHER.

On screen, please.

IT IS AUDIO ONLY.

I'll take it here.

+ + + + + + + + + Begin Transmision + + + + + + + +
+ +

Hi, Son. This is your father. I have made contact with Captain DMoney, the
Station Commander at SS Nigala. He has offered me a place to stay and use of
the Station as a staging area to try and contact the Giocondans.

I will notify you if I find your mother. Give my love to your brother and
sister. My message won't reach all the way to earth.

--Dad

P.S.: In case I don't make it back, realize that I loved you no matter whose
biological son you are. If your mother's people are interested in contacting
you, I'll let you know.

+ + + + + + + + END TRANSMISSION + + + + + +

Computer, save this message. Personal log.

MESSAGE SAVED, LIEUTENANT....

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Last Shift In
Waste Management

Standing up after finishing another tank Shilo is very happy this will
be her last night in Waste Management. She sees Chief Whittier enter the
room. "Well LtShilo your finished here." Smiling at him she replys" Yes sir,
I guesss I am." Shilo remembers what the Captain had told her about this old
man. She has a hard time seeing him as a Commander and wonders what kind of
stories he would have to share. Chief
Whittier notices Shilo looking a little strangely at him and says "Is there
something on your mind Lieutenant?" She Replys" Well , yes there is Chief. I
was wondering if you would mind me comming down and visiting with you
sometime?" Looking suprised he said" Now why would you want to do that for?"
Still smiling at him she says" I know how lonely it gets down here Chief."
Shakeing his head he says "Well suit yourself Lieutenant no one will stop
you."
He then hurries through the door. Shilo picks up her things and walks to the
door. Turns around and looks at the room she has spent many hours in and
thinks to herself ::Hm, I wont miss this room :: Leaves the room and all it
stands for in her life behind her for good.

Torvi Shilo
Personal Log
SD 9802.09

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Subj: Thoughts in Hyperspace
Date: 98-02-15 20:17:29 EST
From: LtJgQuell
To: CptWit, CmdrMaarek, LtAWinter, LtCmdAsted
To: CMOShilo, Dennis6181, EnsPanthro, Ens John0
To: EnsLizJway, EnsNogren, ConnieDamo, USFShodan
To: LtCmdFrank, SSKapitan, EnLanaTroi

COMPUTER, OPEN PERSONAL LOG.

LOG OPEN, MISTER QUELL. STARDATE 9802.14.21:30

February 14th. The humans call this "Valentine's Day." It's the day
they've set aside to share thoughts of love with family, friends and lovers.
No such luck for me tonight!

Just wandered in here to check the ship's status, and now I am sitting in
the Helmsman's chair of a deserted Bridge. The night shift has gone to
dinner, leaving me at the conn. I was supposed to have dinner with Torvi, but
she made some excuse and canceled. Avia and Panthro are working this evening,
and Dennis has other plans. Soooo....I grabbed a sandwich at Twelve Forward
and strolled up here for a look-see. And now I'm working again. Oh, well.
It gives the night crew a break, so that's a worthwhile contribution to the
ship's welfare. It's a gift of love. More or less.

What's up with Torvi? She's been avoiding me for days. Did I say
something rude? Now, how could the soul-of-tact like me say something to
offend a lady like Lieutenant Shilo? Maybe I should open my psionic senses a
little and--no! I promised myself I wouldn't use my telepathic gift except in
defense of the Federation.

I am beginning to feel like a regular member of this crew. It's been a
long while since I've felt "normal", probably not since I was an early teen,
serving on my father's merchant starship. The crew adpoted me. I was "the
Kid" to them. "Hey, Cap'n, let the Kid take us to Warp!" they would jeer. And
Dad obliged them. I have twisted the fabric of the space-time continuum since
I was old enough to reach the control panel. My earliest memories
include pressing an orange circle and watching the starfield shift through
the visible spectrum as we fell thru the light-wall.

Aboard the Marquesas, I am accepted as an adult. Panthro and I have
shared a few laughs about the Academy days. (Well, I laughed. He frowned,
disapprovingly.) Commander Maarek is a great mentor. And Lieutenant Commander
Asted has taught me a few tricks about how a combat ship operates. Avia has
been a faithful friend. I'm looking forward to forging relationships with
Lana Troi, Liz Janeway, John and the others....

But why has Torvi been avoiding me?

COMPUTER, DELETE THIS LOG.

PERSONAL LOG DELETED, MR. QUELL. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.

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###### Deck 12 ######
(((( Swimming Pool ))))

"Computer, set pool climate to Earth, South Seas, the Marquesas Island
chain," requests Wit as he sits in the nearest lounge chair. Taking off his
beach robe he places it and a towel on the small refreshment table next to
the chair. On top on the towel, he places Katies' blue steel housing. "Video
and Audio, " he says.

Katie appears leasurely swimming the back stroke across the pool. "This
swimming is easy as well as relaxing. I think I would like it if I were
carbon based, " she mentions between strokes.

Wit stands next to the juice machine shaped replicater and requests a
Pink Lemonade. " If you were carbon, swimming might not come easy to you.
It's not as easy as you might think cause, " he remarks after taking his
chilled lemonade and placing it on the table, " there were some in earth's
history that spent a good portion of their early life; trying to perfect just
one type of stroke." Sitting in the lounge chair, Wit watches Katie swim to
the
deep end.

Having reached the edge of the pool. Katie places her arms on the pools
ledge and wipes off holographic water from her face. "There's a slight,
however slight, chance you maybe right." Seeing Wit staring at the pool. She
decides to try something. " Hello Lieutenant Shilo, " she yells.

Breaking out of his trance, Wit stands up. " Torvi?" he questions while
looking around the pool area.

" I knew it! " laughs Katie so hard that she falls off the ledge.

Wit, realizing that Katie just made a fool of him, glares at her as she
continues to laugh and sink to the bottom of the pool. "Disenable video AND
audio, " he orders. Sitting back down in the chair. He continues with his
lemonade.....

~~~~~~~~~~ Six minutes later ~~~

Wit stands at the replicater getting another lemonade.
" Hello, Captain, " says Shilo's voice.
Angered that Katie disobeyed him. Wit quickly turns around and says. "
Katie, I thought I said for you....." The glass of lemonade shatters on the
pool deck.

"Torvi, errr Lieutenant "

Wit Paazar, Captain
CO - USS Marquesas
Personal Log Stardate 9802.32

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Subj: Panthro Personal Log...
Date: 98-02-02 01:44:02 EST
From: EnsPanthro
To: CptWit, CmdrMaarek, LtAWinter, CMOShilo
To: EnLanaTroi, EnsPanthro, Dennis6181, EnsLizJway
To: EnsNogren, LtCmdAsted, EnsPiccrd, LtJgQuell
To: EnsOBrien1, FCptShodan

=/\=

Ensign Panthro the 2nd
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Marquesas NCC-606719
Stardate: 9802.01

<<BEGIN LOG>>

Where do I begin? I have known Dr. Lieutenant Kasarah Mallon since my days
in the Academy. She's smart, witty, and the kindest of souls I have ever
met. Kasarah is a joined trill whose symbiont has been around for over 400
years. I believe Kasarah is the symbiont's seventh host after Brenan, a
trill musican.
So what I am trying to explain is that I am fond of Dr. Mallon for sometime
and until a few months ago did not realize how much.
It started out innocent enough, I recieved a questionaire from Kasarah asking
about my health and general well being since I graduated from the Academy.
Well, she was conducting more resource for a paper about my people. She
asked me if I formed any interpersonal relationships with anyone.
I reluctantly answered no. I also informed Dr. Mallon about my general
shyness and inability to form deep relations with anyone among the crew. I
blamed my prearranged marriage to Lady Mesalana of House Kitt for keeping me
reclusive.
As with all Noble Houses, I have to wed someone with royal blood in order to
strengthen my house and its claim to the Throne of Thundara.
I kept cooresponding with her about everything in my life, my career, my
hopes, and fears.
As I said, "it started out innocent enough," But I discovered that Doctor
Lieutenant Kasarah Mallon had transferred from the Academy to the post of
Chief Medical Officer on the USS Malinche, under Capt. Sanders. Then my
hearts began to pound and jump for joy with the idea I would be reunited with
the lovely Kasarah.
We will be rendezvous with the Malinche in a week and I've asked her out to
dinner. This will be the first time in years I have seen this woman touch who
knows more about my hearts, my feelings than anyone else. I believe she
feels something for me, as well.

<<END LOG>>

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD
Panthro the 2rd
>^..^<

=/\=

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Subj: Panthro's Personal Log: SD: 9802.09
Date: 98-02-10 00:00:55 EST
From: EnsPanthro
To: CptWit, CmdrMaarek, LtAWinter, CMOShilo
To: EnLanaTroi, EnsPanthro, Dennis6181, EnsLizJway
To: EnsNogren, LtCmdAsted, LtJgQuell, EnsOBrien1
To: FCptShodan

=/\=

Ensign Panthro the 2nd
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Marquesas NCC-606719
Stardate: 9802.09

::Panthro awoke slowly from under his soft bed.::

::His head viciously pounded with the Galaxy's worst hangover.::

::The young Thunderian lord curiously scanned his quarters.::

::The clothes he wore the night before laid about the room plus various
stains splattered on the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.::

::Naked and befuddled, Panthro stumbled over to the bathroom.::

::He rubbed his leatherly nose and stared at a message written in archaic red
lipstick on the bathroom mirror.::

::"To my timid tiger, Thanx," it read and was signed, Kas::

<<BEGIN LOG>>

I really hope I had fun.

I can't believe how much Klingon Bloodwine a 401 year old Trill could drink
or the vast database of raunchy stories she knew.

Kasarah Ma-lon drank my double livered tail under way under the table.

And I severly underestimated her sexual curiousity or prowess.

My muscles are so sore and I have little clue what I did to warrant such
agony.

And I seem to be coughing up small, unfamiliar, and silky hairballs.

Oh, my head aches so much like I was hit with a Jem' Hadar warship and I am
so very dehydrated as well.

I am also late for my duty shift and my quarters smell very musky and
peculiar.

I think I will stop by Sickbay and pick up some detox tablets.

By the Eye of Thundara, I hope I had fun.
<<END LOG>>

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD
Panthro the 2rd
>^..^<

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Personal Log
Stardate: 98•02•11
Lt. Commander Steven Åsted
Second Officer / CTO
USS Marquesas
NCC-606719

We are currently on our way to Risa. We should be arriving sometime around
the 15th and I am a bit excited...I've never been there before. However,
I've heard lots about it.

It has been deathly quiet on the ship since the incident on the border with
the tribbles. I have been conducting phaser tests and have helped out a
little in engineering with the shields. Otherwise I have been taking it
easy. I'm nae really in a hurry to get any thing done. We are just en route
Risa.

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Commander Maarek "Maak" Stele
U.S.S. Marquesas NCC-606719
Executive Officer/XO
Personal Log SD: 9802.15

"Computer, Open Log"
Computer:> Log Open, Recording.

"It appears as though my and my families trip to Risa is to be delayed."
Maarek looks out the view port. "Though my children are too little to
probably later consciously recall going to Risa it would've nice to have
taken them along with my Parents."
"My Parents seem to have become accustomed to life aboard a starship.
Though as I said before this isn't a Galaxy Class or Konkordium Class ship
it's still almost as large and has many of the same amenities." Maarek
smiles. "My mother seems to have joined a local bingo contingent aboard the
Marquesas with some of the older wives and mothers of crewmen who seem to
enjoy bingo. It's an interesting game."
"The crew is disappointed about not going to Risa. However I have not
discussed if after we conclude this, we'll return to Risa for this shore
leave. I will have to do so soon."

"Computer Close Log."
Computer:> Log Closed.

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=/\=

Lieutenant (JG) Panthro the 2nd
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Marquesas NCC-606719
Stardate: 9802.16

::Panthro took a long sonic shower and groomed himself before going to
sleep.::

::He remembered the other message on his console.::

::"Computer display message, authorization Pathro 86047 Beta Epsilon Lamda
Lamda," the young Thunderian Nobel commanded.::

::A image of a seductive woman wearing a sheer white silk robe sitting in a
fluffy tan lounge chair appeared on his screen.::

::She had a slender pulchritudinous build, soft brown hair, the loveliest
blue-green eyes he ever gazed upon and a sparkling smile to die for.::

::"Hi Sexy, its Kas.

"I just wanted you to know that I've been thinking about you, about us.

And I wanted you to know that in 401 years, I've never found a lover as
unique, as adventurous, as tender, and as goosepimple making as you, my timid
tiger.

When do I gaze into those deep rich pools of your dark beautiful eyes,
again?::

::Karasarah slowly stood and her robe fell to the deck exposing her aroused
nude body.::

::"Oooh, I miss you sooo much, Dear Panthro," the trill admitted as she
lended forward and licked the screen.::

"END OF MESSAGE," the console read.

His three hearts begun to pound rapidly.

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD
Panthro the 2rd
>^..^<
=/\=

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Encounter At The Pool

CMOShilo: ::enters the pool area and sees Wit standing at the
replicator with his back to her. She watches him for
a moment before deciding to speak, then softy she says::
CMOShilo: "Hello Captain"
CptWit: ::quickly turns around:::: Katie I thought...
CptWit: :::drops his drink:::
CptWit: Torvi, errr... I mean.. Lieutenant!
CMOShilo: Katie? ::feels strangely disappointed::
Am I interupting you sir?
CMOShilo: ::looks around to see if someone else is in the room::
CptWit: ::stares:::Interupting? :::shakes head::: Oh, no nothing..
CMOShilo: uhm..I just thought I might take a swim.
CptWit: :::finally sees her clearly::: Oh, I see that. By all means
do. I was just relaxing and talking with my A.I.
CMOShilo: Talking with who?
CptWit: My A.I. I call her Katie.
CptWit: Much to her dismay at first ::smiles:::
CMOShilo: ::smiles:: is she here?
CptWit: ::points to a blues steel case that's on a table::
CptWit: She's in there.
CptWit: ::nods:: Probably pouting.
CMOShilo: Why don't you let her out then?
CMOShilo: ::is looking at the case::
CptWit: :::thinks::::That's right no one has meet her yet!
CMOShilo: ::looks up at Wit:::Do you think she would mind?
CptWit: ::thinks::: I don't see why not. She already knows about
all my bridge officers, department chiefs, and assistants.
CptWit: :::smiles as he looks towards the case:::: Katie, Video
and Audio.

ACTION THE HOLOGRAM OF KATIE APPEARS NEXT TO SHILO

CMOShilo: ::steps back quickly::
CMOShilo: OH!
<KATIE> ::puts out right hand::: Hello First Lieutenant
CMOShilo: ::carefully puts hand out::
<katie> ::grins::: I don't bite, besides I've had my shots.
CptWit: : :::shakes head:::
CMOShilo: I did't mean... I'm sorry you just surprised me.
CMOShilo: Hello Katie glad to meet you.
<katie> I know what you meant. So I finally meet the Carbon behind
the records and the one Paazar talks about in his sleep.
CMOShilo: In his sleep?
CptWit: :::eyes grow wider:::
CMOShilo: ::glances at Wit and blushes:: Captain?
CptWit: What?? I do no such thing.
CptWit: Katie !
CMOShilo: ::giggles::
< katie> :::smiles, says nothing:::
CptWit: Lieutenant I assure you I don't talk in my sleep!
< katie> Shall I playback?
CptWit: ::glares at Katie:::You have recorded me while I was asleep??
CMOShilo: ::laughs softly::Sure Katie go ahead.
<katie> :::grins::: I better not. Otherwise, I'll never see the
carbon world again.
CMOShilo: ::Laughs:: Your right, maybe you shouldn't.
<katie> I must admit. You are as attractive as he says.
Better then your Starfleet file.
CMOShilo: ::looks down as her face turns red:: Well... Thank you.
CptWit: ::puts his hand on his forhead::
CptWit: ::mumbles a few Barjoran words::
<Katie> Want to know something else?
CMOShilo: ::heart is pounding so hard she is just sure they can hear it::
CMOShilo: Sure Katie what?
<Katie> I have never felt Paazar heart beat as fast as when he thinks
of you.
CptWit: :::face getting red:::
CMOShilo: ::closes eyes and bites her lip::
CptWit: All RIGHT that's enough. You are embarrassing her.
CMOShilo: ::opens her eyes::It's ok Katie, I needed to know.
<katie> :::winks at Wit::: Her or you?
CMOShilo: ::looks at Wit::
CMOShilo: ::sees he is blushing::
CptWit: :::about to answer Katie but decides not to:::
CMOShilo: I..Well..::very softly:: I have feelings for you to Wit.
CptWit: Torvi, I apologize........
CMOShilo: No don't..
CptWit: ::stops dead in his tracks:::
CptWit: Huh?
CMOShilo: ::softly again Looking at the floor::I've been thinking alot
about you too Wit.
CMOShilo: ::hopes she hasn't said the wrong thing::
<katie> Well I think I should be going.
CMOShilo: ::turns and looks at Katie::
CMOShilo: Thank you Katie.
CptWit: I think you should before you embarrass me further.
CMOShilo: ::looks back at Wit::
<katie> ::grins before she dissapears:::
CMOShilo: ::bites her lip again::

tbc

Personal Log by:
Captain Wit Paazar
and
Torvi Shilo
SD 9802.14

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Encounter At The Pool
part II

Katie just haveing gone back into her case after telling Shilo
how Wit really feels about her.....

CptWit: Well, I guess that solves one of my problems.
CMOShilo: What problem was that?
CptWit: :::walks up to her and puts his arms around her::: This
problem..
CptWit: ::::kisses her on the lips:::
CMOShilo: ::melts in his arms as she puts her arms around him and kisses
back::

ACTION THE SHIP MAKES A SUDDEN DIVE WIT AND SHILO
FALL INTO THE POOL

CptWit: ::::returns to the surface:::
CptWit: :::laughs::::
CMOShilo: ::comes up sputtering::
CMOShilo: ::looks at Wit::
CptWit: ::looks at Shilo:: Are you ok?
CMOShilo: ::starts to laugh:: I'm fine and you?

ACTION THE SHIP DIVES AGAIN

CMOShilo: ::looks at Wit very worried:: What is going on?
CptWit: :::laughs:::Quell has impeccable timing. He's following
my orders.
CMOShilo: Quell? What orders?
CptWit: Testing the helm under combat manuvers.
CptWit: :::laughs as he grabs Shilo and kisses her again:::
CMOShilo: ::taken by surprise, she kisses Wit back::
CptWit: ::breaks away:::This was not the way I wanted to tell
you about how I felt towards you but..
CptWit: I think you got the point.
CMOShilo: ::thinks this must be a dream::
CMOShilo: When were you going to tell me?
CptWit: :::realizes that he's in a middle of a pool:::
CptWit: Hmm.., what do you say to getting out of the pool?
CMOShilo: ::laughs:: Yes lets get out.
CMOShilo: ::swims to the side of the Pool::
CptWit: :::starts to get out::: I wanted to say something on the
bridge a week ago...
CMOShilo: ::climbs out of the pool::
CMOShilo: Why didn't you?
CMOShilo: ::looks for a towel since hers landed in the pool::
CptWit: ::sees her looking around:::Towel is on the table.
CptWit: I didn't think it would have been a good time.
CMOShilo: ::takes off her beach robe::Thank you ::picks up towel::
CMOShilo: ::starts drying off::
CMOShilo: Hmm.. maybe it wouldn't have been.
CMOShilo: But in the lounge, we were alone.
CptWit: ::nods::Still didn't feel right.
CMOShilo: ::sits on lounger::
CMOShilo: If Katie hadn't said something would you have told me now?
CptWit: :::drips as he sits across from her::::
CMOShilo: ::hands him the towel::
CptWit: Hmmm, maybe not so bluntly ::takes towel and begins to dry
himself::
CMOShilo: Well I'm glad she said something.
CptWit: Katie is not always that forward or open.
CptWit: In fact that's the first time I have seen her act that way.
CptWit: Maybe I should check her programming.
CMOShilo: ::laughs::Maybe she knew you wouldn't have said anything.
CptWit: :::shakes head:::Well she has never said anthing to anyone
else. In fact this the first time she's appeared to anyone
besides me for quite awhile.
CMOShilo: ::looks at Wit and notices how handsome he is, his gentle eyes:::
CMOShilo: You mean she doesn't come out unless she wants to.
CptWit: No, I mean she doesn't always appear to other when I ask.
Sometimes she can be quite stubborn.
CMOShilo: ::laughs softly::Like someone else I know.
CptWit: ::mock surprise:: Why Torvi what do you mean?
CMOShilo: ::laughs::I don't know , that must have just sliped.
CptWit: :::smiles:: I hope so. You know what the penalty for mocking
a Captain is?
CMOShilo: ::thinks if this is a dream I hope I do't wake up::
CMOShilo: Me mock the Captain?
CptWit: You have two choices.
CMOShilo: Oh no, not again!
CptWit: ::grins::
CMOShilo ::laughs::
CptWit: One, sit here and get a cold,
CptWit: or two,
CptWit: join me for dinner in my quarters.
CptWit: Up to you!
CptWit: ::stands:::
CMOShilo: Hmmm, witch one goes on my record?
CptWit: ::chuckles:::Well since you'd treat yourself for the cold.
I'll have to say dinner with me.
CMOShilo: ::smiles:: Then dinner it is.
CptWit: ::puts his hand out to help her up:::
CMOShilo: ::takes his hand and stands up::
CptWit: :::puts arm around her:::
CMOShilo: ::puts her arm around him::

ACTION SHILO AND WIT HEAD TO THE TURBOLIFT.

tbc

Personal Log by:
Captain Wit Paazar
and
FtLt Torvi Shilo
SD 9802.14

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Subj: Quell Personal Log--What's Wrong With Me?
Date: 98-02-22 18:25:05 EST
From: LTQUELL
To: CptWit, CmdrMaarek, LtAWinter, LtCmdAsted
To: CMOShilo, Dennis6181, LtjPanthro, Ens John0
To: EnsLizJway, ConnieDamo, USFShodan, LtCmdFrank
To: SSKapitan, Ens Elliot, Avica, Yuri22, EnLanaTroi

Open personal log, Stardate 9802.22.18:04.

PERSONAL LOG OPEN, MR. QUELL.

What's the matter with me? Why am I feeling so uneasy around the Captain? I'm
off his blacklist. I've been contributing to misions, and I even got
promoted! Why do I feel this vague sense of dread...not fear....just
discomfort? It's as though he's avoiding eye contact with me for some reason.
Well, hell, he's the Captain. He doesn't need a reason to avert his eyes from
a junior officer.

And what about Torvi? We were planning several holodeck adventures, but she
cancelled every one with some flimsy excuse. That's probably what her latest
message on the ShipNet was about. Well, I didn't want to read it. I've been
rejected enough times to know the words by heart.

Am I some kind of parriah? Do people find me difficult to like? I've never
been anywhere for long enough to establish lasting relationships. Dad's crews
came and went, depending on the contracts. We never stayed in port very long.
I spent my school years in hyperspace, huddled over a computer linked to the
Federation's "Galactic Education Net". Not like I could ask the captain of
the cheerleading team for a date to the prom....the closest female
humanoid my age was seventy-five light years away from our homebase, and we
went deep space from there, skirting the Rim most of the time.

Maybe I'm imagining things. It's very tempting to open my Giocondan psionic
senses and find out what others are thinking/feeling, but I have taken a vow
not to do that except in service of the Federation. I can't honestly say that
knowing what's going on within the minds of my fellow crew members and
Captain is serving the Federation, so I shall remain a Neutral for now.

I thought things were going great between Torvi and me...but she has made it
clear she doesn't want to see me socially, and I'll honor that. Well...
heck....there are other fish in the Galaxy...Lana Troi is an absolute
knockout....and that Nurse Assistant--Helen? She always smiles when I stroll
into Sickbay. And there is work to do, a Helmsman's job to master. So, I'm
okay. Let the Captain stay cool and First Lieutenant Shilo stay distant. I've
always been a loner, anyway.

Computer, delete this pitty-party and fix me a stiff drink. White rum on
orange juice, a double, with shaved ice.

PERSONAL LOG DELETED. DRINK AT REPLICATOR NUMBER THREE. AND LIEUTENANT QUELL?

Yes?

YOU ARE INCORRECT. THE CAPTAIN AND COUNSELOR SHILO HAVE NOT BEEN AVOIDING
YOU. THEY HAVE BEEN TOO ENGAGED WITH EACH OTHER TO MEET OTHER OBLIGATIONS
SATISFACTORILY.

What do you mean, 'Too engaged with each other?'

THEY HAVE BEEN SEEING EACH OTHER IN A NON-DUTY CAPCITY.

Sonufabitch.

NEGATIVE. NEITHER HUMANOID IS RELATED TO THE SPECINES CANINE--

Computer, shut up. Make that drink a triple. And deleted all this crap.

CRAP DELETED, LIEUTENANT. STIFF DRINK POURED.

Torvi and Wit, eh? I'll be damned...well, here's to you, Captain. She's a
helluva lady.

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Lana Troi
Science Officer
USS Marquesas
Personal Log

BEGIN LOG

It is very exciting to think we can create a stable wormhole in this
quadrant to the Delta quadrant. We have been testing theories for quite a
while now. Finally we are going to make it happen for real.
We set up the wormhole and everyone was enthusiatic about it. Some
even requested to be among the first to use it. Then the Captain announced to
us that we were going in -- ALL OF US-- WOW!!
I did some quick calculations and it showed we had stable conditions,
even though I felt a little bit of fear and anxiety, since this had never
been done successfully before.
As we entered into the wormhole, It was a fabulous sight.
Beautiful arrays of colors, It looked so serine.
As we continued into the wormhole we noticed the opening of the wormhole
getting smaller, I have begun to try to figure out why this is happening and
if there is a way to stop it .

END LOG

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Lana Troi
Science Officer
U.S.S. Marquesas
Personal Log
SD 9802.15

BEGIN LOG

This week has been a chalenging one. I reboarded the Marquesas, but not
as a medical officer as a science officer.
I quickly made it to the science department, only to find that I had to
familiarize myself wuth my new surroundings. I am glad to be back, this crew
is like my family,the best.
It was time to do an inventory check on the supplies and equiptment in
the science dept, also time to run diagnostics on all equiptment.
Bu stopped by with the vac that removes tribble fur--- IT WAS
EVERYWHERE! I was glad to see her also. She needed a friend to talk to , so I
listened and invited her to join me on risa for a mudbath -- she was game--
It would be fun.
I helped Bu clean up the fur, and in the interum we got Ens Wierdo to
help us also(I think he likes Bu). A couple of times as we were working
together I noticed her grinning- I am glad i could cheer her up a bit.
Ens Panthro got promoted to Lt JG and so did Quell I am proud of them
both.

END LOG

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:::Shilo quietly slips back into her own quarters after haveing dinner with
Captain Wit. As she enters the room she shakes her head not sure if it was
all just a dream or that it really happened. She closes her eyes and touches
her lips remembering his kiss. Looking down she sees she is still wearing his
robe. She knows she cannot fall asleep even though it is very late:::

...computer activate Personal Log FstLt Shilo SD 9802.25...
...Personal Log activated...

My god can this be real ? I know I went to the pool hopeing to run into
Wit but... I never thought he felt something for me. :::Shilo moves over to
the window looking out at the stars::Is this just going to end up being a one
time thing? It can't, I just couldn't stand that. I already ache to be with
him again.::closeing her eyes again she thinks of the first time she ever saw
Wit. It was the day she came aboard the Marquesas. She smiles ,
remembering his stern look. Even then she knew she liked him. There is a
gentle side that the crew just doesn't often get to see. Puting her arms
around herself she thinks about him holding her and sighs::: I guess I need
to keep this to myself for now. I'm sure no one knows and it should stay that
way. Though I really do wish I could talk to someone.::Shakes her head
again:: Well I have to get to bed and try to get some sleep. ...Oh, Tom !
Thats
what I was suppose to do tonight. We were going to have dinner. I wonder if
he got my message.
...computer check my message to Tom Quell...
...message was deleted...
Shilo frowns
..computer did he read it?...
...message was deleted not read...
Why would Tom do that? I suppose I need to apologize to him. I have been
neglecting my friends. I will try to get with him tomorrow.

...computer deactivate Personal Log FstLtShilo and save...
...Personal Log deactivated and saved...

:::Shilo walks into her sleeping area starts to remove the robe and decides
she wants to keep it on just this night. She knows she will need to return it
very soon:::

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A VIEW FROM THE BIG CHAIR

Captain Panthro the 2nd
Commanding Officer
USS Marquesas NCC-606719
Stardate: 9802.26

The Vulk War..

The galaxy has gone Mad.
The Federation is well into its 20th year of deadly warfare with the VULK.
Madness, utterly madness consumes both sides as they engage in campaigns of
strike and counterstrike.
For over 300 years, each held fierce hostiles toward each other since
a very tragic misunderstanding long ago.
The Federation and the Vulk are acting like two raging bullies who've decided
that
the galaxy is not vast enough for both of their ambitions.
Fortuately for the Federation, our Starfleet outnumbered the Vulk Fleet by
an average of 4 to 1
or this mading succession of raids, holding actions, and retaliations would
have ended years ago.
In my opinion, Vulk warships are vastly superior to our starships
in warp speed, shield technology, and raw firepower.
Their Sehlat-class Warhawks are dreaded throughout the Quadrant.

In the early years of this war, most of the galaxy simply watched the
Federation and
the Vulk lock bloodly horns in bitter conflict.
The war finally drew others into their fire.
The Sons of Kahless brought their mighty fleet to the aid of our side, and in
response the Romulans, Cardassians, and the Tholians joined forces with the
Vulk.
Soon, the drums of strife called forth the Anticans, the Bajorans, the Breen,
the Gorn and a whole host of other species joined this Crusade against the
Vulk.

Only a few worlds including Betazed, Ferenginar, Haven, Risa, and Trill
Homeworld remain neutral to the self-righteous bloodshred rages along their
borders...

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD
Panthro the 2rd
>^..^<
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Ensign Panthro the 2nd
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Marquesas NCC-606719
Stardate: 9710.05

::For eight hours straight, young Panthro spent in the Holosuite fighting
hoards of holographic Jem 'Hadar soldiers in his Shoguns in Hell Program, A
horriffic scene on a burning and carnage ladden battlefield. He disabled the
safety protocols in order to recieve a fair fight out of the Ship's
computer.::

::His Thundrian Waraxe started to dull after cleaving into so many Dominion
Troops. They shot at him and burned large chucks of his flesh but the wounds
only fueled his rage and bitter feelings of betrayal.::

::The towering Thunderian chopped another Jem 'Hadar's head in two. Its
milky white blood sprayed all over the gorely battlefield.::

::With the fall of that warrior, Panthro's muscles burned and tighted. His
body collasped to the hellish floor as about 50 more beastly soldiers
surrounded him and aimed their deadly weapons at the young Thunderian lord.::

::The proud warrior laughed for he already defeated an entire legion of
Dominion Troops, only to be assaulted by mere fifty stagglers.::

::"Don't you guys know when to Quit??" Panthro asked the Jem 'Hadar First.::

::The First shouted, "VICTORY IS LIFE".::

::The mighty lord responded, "End Program." and the Dominion Army, the
carnage, and the nightmarish landscape vanished.::

::He slowly walked out the Holosuite with his Waraxe on his shoulder.:: His
flesh burned and his wounds were deep but they will heal.::

::His body was much less wounded than his PRIDE.::

::For Thunderians were born to lead.::

V""V Fortune Favors The Bold V""V
Panthro

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JOINT PERSONAL LOG - FILED BY LTQUELL & ENSLIZJWAY

Scene: It's the early evening and the swing shift has teken over the controls
of the great starship Marquesas. Ensign Liz Janeway, a medical officer, is
sitting at a table in Twelve Forward, enjoying an moment of communion with a
basket of tater tots. Lieutenant Tom Quell, Marquesas Helmsman, shuffles up
to her table and watches her pop a tater tot in her mouth. He laughs softly.

EnsLizJway: Hi Tom ::::smiles at the LT:::
LTQUELL: ::Smiles back:: Sooooo...whatcha up to?
EnsLizJway: Eating Tater tots.....want one? :::grins and holds up a catup
covered tot::
LTQUELL: How did you know?
LTQUELL: Gulp...chew--chew--
EnsLizJway: :::laughts:: wild guess
LTQUELL: Ummm...stichkey..but tathes good.
EnsLizJway: :::grins:: here :::hands him a napkin::
LTQUELL: Just about to ask for a hand-wipe...napkin will do. Also licking
fingers is appropriate among battle-tested comrades.
EnsLizJway: :::laughts and wips his face with the towl:: there that's
better::
LTQUELL: Umm...you're so nice. Tell me about yourself, Ensign Elizabeth
Janeway. And I'll do likewise.
EnsLizJway: the classified or unclassifed version ::grins::
LTQUELL: Anyplace you want to go..
EnsLizJway: Sure. I was born on Betazed, where I lived till I was five with
my parents and my older sister, Trina
LTQUELL: What happened then? ::Wonders if all the Betazoids in Starfleet are
aboard the Marquesas.
EnsLizJway: :::Looks dark with old memories:: We where shot down in
Cardassian space in a shuttle. Killed my parents, took my sister sister
away.
LTQUELL: Cardassians are a nasty lot. My dad hates them. And he doesn't have
a bigoted bone in his body.
EnsLizJway: Don't I know it anyway, they made me a guest of their interment
camp because the head of the troops liked my hair. I was five. :::Shudders at
the memory, then changes the subject.:: Where is your father now, Tom? ::Sips
her wine slowly.::
LTQUELL: Somwhere in the Beta Quadrant, looking for my mother. Last I heard
from his, he was headed for Space Station Nigala to use it as a base of
operations.
EnsLizJway: Your mother? What happened to her? :::looks at him, propping her
chin on her hands.::
LTQUELL: Dad has always believed my mom escaped alive when her merchant ship
exploded in hyperspace. It's very complicated. And proably boring.
EnsLizJway: Not at all :::Smiles as she patts his hand:: I'm sorry abut your
mother
LTQUELL: She was a Giocondan. They're thought to be the oldest space-faring
race in the galaxy....at least in known space.
EnsLizJway: Really? :::Lenas forward, studying his face.::: I've heard of
the Giocondans, a very wise and noble race.
LTQUELL: They're super-telepaths. I have the Gift, too. But I keep it turned
off nowadays. ::Glances at her.:: If you don't mind my asking, what's your
JPS rating? Or are you a Bertazoid neutral? I've heard there are a few.
EnsLizJway: Yes, poor things usually go mad as adolescents. I'am only a JPS
6, but that's cause I'am only half betazoid
LTQUELL: Hmmmm...still, pretty good rating. Most humans score zero to
point-six.
EnsLizJway: What can I say?--I'am lucky. :::laughts:::
LTQUELL: My dad is a stone-Neurtral. Couldn't hear a psionic message if a
planet of telepaths exploded. He's a human. Says he's a "Pennsylvania
Dutchman" ...whatever the hell that is.
EnsLizJway: :::Laughts:: must have been hard in such a psi-heavy family.
LTQUELL: Actually, my gift didn't develop until I was an adolescent...and
I barely remember my mom.
EnsLizJway: :::Looks at him softly.:: Me, neither. Actually, I remember my
sister much better.
LTQUELL: ::Takes a deep breath::I haven't told anybody this, but I received a
disturbing message from Dad a few weeks ago. I wanted to talk to Torvi about
it, but she's been occupied with..uh..other matters?
EnsLizJway: :::laughts:: Oh yea, I know about Torvi's other business.
LTQUELL: Avia and I talk sometimes--I know her from the Academy--but she's
always so busy. Is Lana Troi a Betazoid, too?
EnsLizJway: I am not really to close to anyone on the ship other then Torvi.
:::Thinks for a moument:: I'm not sure about Lana. I should know, but I
forget.
LTQUELL: I believe she is...Jeez---we've got them all.... Starfleet might as
well designate this as the 'Betazoid Women's Alliance Vessel'.
EnsLizJway: ::Laughs.:: Do you want to share what the letter said?
LTQUELL: ::Mock seriousness:: All right....May I tell you this in
confidence, Ensign?
EnsLizJway: Of course Tom, I'd never breathe anything anyone told me in
confidence. Hey now, haven't you heard?:::Looks solemn...leans close so she
very close to His face ::: Betazoids are considered very trustworthy...it's
why we make such good lovers. ::Laughs, leans back in her seat.::
LTQUELL: I believe it. Ever since I heard Deanna Troi of the USS
Enterprise give a lecture at the Academy, I've been fatally attracted to
Betazoid women.
EnsLizJway: :::Nods::: Deanna is a striking figure.
LTQUELL: Yeah, but she was going with that Klingon Lieutenant--Worf?--at the
time, and he has a notoriously hot temper. I almost flunked hand-to-hand
combat.
EnsLizJway: Want my greatest secret? I had a raging crush on a guy in my
Advanced Astrometric's class. An upper classman named Chakotay.
LTQUELL: Ha! Do you know where he is now?
EnsLizJway: No, last I heard he left the Acadamy to go back to Dorvon IV.
LTQUELL: Let me bring you up to date. Chakotay joined the Maquis and
ended up on the USS Voyager, according to the latest intel messages from SFC.
He's in the Delta Quadrant...and we're looking for his ship....along with
your cousin.
EnsLizJway: :::Groans.:: Oh, Tom, you've broken my heart ::: Slumps in her
chair.::
LTQUELL: Broken your heart...how?
EnsLizJway: ::Laughs:: Oh, I got over him awhile ago, but he was SO cute
back then. :::Smiles at the memory.:: You've exploded my oldest fantasy.
:::grins:: Actually, I met my late husband the next year and we feel 'head
over heels' as the humans say. :::Smiles at the memory.::
LTQUELL: I'd forgotten. You've been hurting, too.
EnsLizJway: Yes, but it's been nearly a year since he died. It still hurts,
but I can bear the pain now.
LTQUELL: Didn't you have a child?
EnsLizJway: :::Smiles brightly, lighting up her face:: Laura, the absoulte
best thing in my whole life.
LTQUELL: Where is she?
EnsLizJway: On earth visiting my cousin, Pheobe, and my aunt.
LTQUELL: You must miss her alot. ::Eyes her..decides to risk it.:: My deep,
dark secret....romantically....is nothing as exciting as your crush on
Commander Chatokay.
EnsLizJway: Oh, he's a Commander already? :::: Smiles:: Let's have it, Tom.
LTQUELL: Okay....don't laugh?
EnsLizJway: On my honor as a fellow telepath.
LTQUELL: I am twenty-nine years old by human reckoning. Perfectly normal, in
all aspects...except for one.
EnsLizJway: :::Listens intenedly but kindly, smiling reasuringly at him.::
Which is..?
LTQUELL: I've never...uh...Jeez, this is embarrassing...been with a woman.
Not yet, anyway. I've been zooming around hyperspace with my dad since I was
a toddler....and then the Academy....there was no time for romance.
EnsLizJway: :::Patts his hand ::: Is that all? I thought you were going to
tell me something horrible. There's nothing wrong with that at all Tom, its
perfectly normal.
LTQUELL: Normal? Here I sit, the last virgin in the 24th century.
EnsLizJway: :::looks darkly:: I wish still was at times-- and NO you are not
the only one. I KNOW that for a fact. Remember, I'm a doctor.
LTQUELL: Well, it's not like I'm saving myself for the "right one"--just
haven't had the opportunity! And now, in Starfleet, as an officer..?
Everything is so damned complicated.
EnsLizJway: Now that shocks me, you're a very attractive man, I'm sure women
are falling at your feet :::grins::
LTQUELL: ::Suddenly serious:: You know, Liz, if the Captain and Torvi really
are ..uh....involved..it's a breach of military regulations.Officers like us
are not permitted to engage in romantic trysts with subordinates in our
command structure.
EnsLizJway: I've never heard of it being a offical violation, mearly a
.....possible emotional conflict. But even if they are involed--which I'm
not sure they arre--I believe they should be able to handle it
professionally.
LTQUELL: No way. You couldn't have an affair with a male nurse. I couldn't
take up with a female petty officer assigned to the Bridge-Ops. How is the
Captain different?
EnsLizJway: Technically, Trovi is not under his command structure, as such.
He is the head of the command department, while she heads the medical
department.
LTQUELL: I'm, sorry, but you are wrong. It's a flat-out violation of military
regulations. He's the Captain of the damned whole ship, which puts ALL the
females aboard out-of-bounds to him. It's wrong because it gives the
appearance of an inappropriate relationship. How can he order her to do
something dangerous? What if he orders
somebody else to do it--say, not to protect her, but because the other person
is better-qualified for the job--and the other person cries "He's protecting
his lover!" He won't have the moral authority to question other inapropriate
relationships, either. So, people could start seducing their bosses for
preferential treatment...see where it goes?
EnsLizJway: I agree that that is something that they will have to face, if
and when it comes up. But also i know that a man is not an island, and it
would be punishment to ask him to remain isolated from people.
LTQUELL: Thats his job, damnit. He's the captain, and he's not like the
rest of us as long as he wears those pips.
EnsLizJway: :::Places a hand on his shoulder gently:: You need to calm down,
Tom.
LTQUELL: I need another drink.
EnsLizJway: Sure you want another?
LTQUELL: Yes--white rum and orange juice, poured over shaved ice. A double.
EnsLizJway: Why are you letting this upset you so much Tom?
LTQUELL: Either I get drunk tonight or I wander to the holodeck to check out
one of Kwark's love-slave programs...::grunts...::Not a bad idea.
EnsLizJway: :::Gets a sudden mental images, smilse then blushes and kicks it
out of her mind:: Hiding is not going to resolve your feelings, Tom.
LTQUELL: Liz, I am angr because I want to be a starship captain more than
I've ever wanted anything in my life. Because I admire Wit Paazar enormously,
and it hurts to see him doing such a foolish thing. It's inappropriate, by
God. ::Looks at his empty glass...:: And I'm also in love with Torvi. I
think....I don't know...damn....I need that second drink..::Gets rum & OJ
from replicator.::
EnsLizJway: :::Feels the unbearable urge to hug him but stops herself short
as she gets the gist of it:: Oh, Tom ::Gives in and hugs him:: I think you
need to talk more then drink :::Takes the drink and glups it down
herself..keeping her arm around his waist.::
LTQUELL: Ummmm...I'll give you about two hours to stop doing that...Hey! That
was my white rum and OJ! Don't you know what happens when Betazoids drink
too much?
EnsLizJway: Not me bucko, i'am part Irish american, I could drink you under
the table, me boyo :::laughts:: Bsides, I was raised on Cardassian Ale. Got a
cast-iron constituation. ::Pats his arm and slips away. Sits.:: Tom, let's
talk. You need to resolve this. What makes you think you love Torvi?
LTQUELL: I don't know...maybe I'm just lonely...maybe I ache for love so much
I'm mistaking friendship for it. Maybe I need Kwark's holoprogram...
EnsLizJway: :::Looks at him and feels a wave of his own pain crush her:: It
will get better, but you need to know that Trovi, whatever she is up to is
TOTTALLY happy right now. And as her friends, we must wish her all the
happiness she can stand ::::patts his hand softly:: Even if it hurts to do it
LTQUELL: I have already realized that I have to release her from my
thoughts....
EnsLizJway: ::smile:: Good first step, but can you release yourself from
those thoughts as wel? :::looks at him seriously::
LTQUELL: ::Glances at her::Liz, don't make any suggestions like that. You're
a lovely woman....and I'm too horny and too tipsy to be trusted much longer
in your presence.
EnsLizJway: ::grins:: Tipsy? You've bearly had anything ::grins:: Besides, I
trust you.
LTQUELL: ::Stands::Thank you for a nice evening...whoa..the ship is reeling a
little...
Maybe I beter sit...Did I plot this course? Who the hell is on the helm
tonight, Spanky the Clown?
EnsLizJway: ::Laughs, wrapping her arms around his waist as she helps him sit
back down:: Easy does it ::grins again:: and more likely it's LEnsign Bozmen.
LTQUELL: Liz....that feels too good...don't let go, yet...Did I ever tell you
my dad's message...?
EnsLizJway: No, you started to, though.
LTQUELL: Liz, I'm not half-human.
ŠEnsLizJway: :::easies him down to sit in the chair:: You're not?
LTQUELL: I'm 100% Giocondan...gren blood and all.
EnsLizJway: :::smiles down at him ::: then that makes you even more special
LTQUELL: Like hell. I don't know anything about my real father....
EnsLizJway: Does it matter who your biological father is or was? Will it
change the wounderfull person you are? make you a better officer?
LTQUELL: Well..I know one thing, and it isn't good. My family is some
kind of Clan that has been vyying for leadership in the Giocondan government
for hundreds of centuries...We're from the Beta Quadrant.
EnsLizJway: Do you think your mom might be there?
LTQUELL: IMaybe. But the point I'm getting...I'm a kind of....this is so
stupid...
EnsLizJway: No it's not tell me :::looks tenderly at him:::
LTQUELL: A member of the Circle of Princes.
EnsLizJway: Prince Tom, it suits you :::smiles::
LTQUELL: The Supreme Emperor is chosen from the Circle, which is really a
series of interlocking circles that spans twenty-eight family groups of ten
thousand members each...so there are a lot of us Princes.
EnsLizJway: Wow, this is fascinating ::::looks on excitedly:: When do they
chose?
LTQUELL: Soon....I guess. I don't want any part of it. My records carry me as
a human, but my dad went back to the edge of Giocondan space to look for
Mom...and he warned me that certain agents might come looking for me.
EnsLizJway: Have you informed secertiy? :::looks alittle worried for Tom::
LTQUELL: Not Panthro's worry. Mine.
EnsLizJway: Do you think they will use force to take you back to Gioconda?
LTQUELL: Dad thinks the other family circles might want to eliminate other
potential rivals for the chief office, but I'll tell them to shove their job.
I'm a Starfleet officer, and that's what I want to be.
EnsLizJway: If they might try to elemiate you then you NEED to tell Panthro,
it's a potenall risk to the ship and crew. and i'd hate for anything to
happen to you anyway Tom:::grins ::
LTQUELL: Liz...be careful....you know about me and Betazoid women...::grins
sheepishly::
EnsLizJway: :::Grins:: don't worry, I'm a big girl :::grins wickedly as she
nudges his ribes::
LTQUELL: Okay, then...pour me another white rum and orange juice on ice and
ask the bartender to play some slow dancing music...I could use a friend
tonight...
EnsLizJway: :::grins:: How about the OJ and i'll gladly dance with you
:::takes his hand::
LTQUELL: As long as it's a slow one and you let me steal a kiss..or just
borrow one?
EnsLizJway: You'll just have to wait and see :::grins::
::TOM and LIZ dance slowly....two, three numbers....he is so much taller
than she, but her head rests easily against his chest. Neither says a word.
Finally, the music ebbs..::

LTQUELL: ::Releasing her...holding her hands at arm's length:: Sorry, but
I'd better get to my cabin. This is wonderful, but I'm going to be sick if I
don't get some rest.
EnsLizJway: Okay... Night Tom, how you don't have to much of a hangover
tomorrow.
LTQUELL: Night....Torvi...I mean, Liz....Damn...sorry.
EnsLizJway: :::: On tippy-toes, stretching to kiss him softly:::: Goodnight,
Tom.

~~~~PAUSE SIM~~~~~~

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Lieutenant (JG) Panthro the 2nd
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Marquesas NCC-606719
Stardate: 9803.06

::The young Thundarian Noble returned to his quarters after a long, pressing,
training session with his Security Squad members.::

::He ran them around and around, and up and down the Marquesas for over an
hour.::

::Panthro believed that his hard method would bring forth the best in the
security squads.::

::Yet, he succeed in sending Chief Warrant Officer Juarez Waldo straight to
sickbay.::

::It seems the Chief was suffering abdominal pains and did not want to
disappoint Lt.(jg) Panthro by missing one of his infamous training runs.::

::The young Thundarian carried the suffering man through several Jeffries
tubes to reach sickbay before the Waldo's appendix ruptured.::

::Panthro, still in his training gi, sat on the floor of his darken quarters
and looked into the wayward stars outside.::

<<BEGIN LOG>>

I am tough on my personnel because we are at war.

War costs lives and I want to make sure that it is not paid with the lives
under my charge.

Chief Warrant Officer Juarez Waldo, the ship's armory officer, is a tough
soldier.

He is a survivor of the infamous Battle at Wolf 359. Waldo has seen the
invincible Borg close up and personal.

Yet, he has grown for that tragedy into a fine warrior whose opinion I
respect.

I have talked to him about Kasarah (CMO Dr. Ma-lon onboard the USS Malinche)
and he likes her. He likes her alot.

Fortuately for me, the dear Chief is married with children and Juarez seems
to love his family dearly.

We talk about my lovely friend for hours in the armory and we both agreed
that Dr. Ma-lon is an amazing woman.

And I should be very proud that she likes me.

Maybe, I am a little to paranoid at times and should accept that fact that
Kasarah wants me and cares about me.

Funny, I could marry her if she was Thundarian instead of Trill.

<<END LOG>> Authorization Panthro 86047 Beta Epsilon Lamda...

::Panthro stood up, strolled over to his console, and began to send a
response to lover's dozen of messages over the past week.::

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD
Panthro the 2rd
>^..^<
=/\=

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Personal Notes--not meant for log. 13:12 hours, aboard duplicate
Marquesas

I am writing this on old-fashioned paper with a self-contained ink
device...which I discovered in a drawer here at the Hemlsman's station on the
Bridge. I need to reflect on what has happened to me personally. Why did I
feel so much for Torvi so quickly? Was it because she showed me friendship,
and I've been a loner all my life? Was it because I've never had a romantic
relationship and I read the signs wrong? Am I so desperate I can't tell
friendship
from passion?

And now--what have I been doing while sitting here at the Helsman's station
of this alien vessel? Working to break into the computer and save our lives?
Running diagnostic checks and communicating with the Marquesas? Mourning
about losing Toriv to the Captain? No! Thinking about other women aboard
the ship! What kind of a lunatic am I?

Well....these thoughts are just for me...this paper goes into the re-cycle
slot as soon as I complete these notes...I've got to express these felings to
somebody, o matter how crazy they are, and I don't have anybody I can really
trust with ideas and feelings as wild as I've been having...soooo...here
goes...

I fell for Torvi like a stunned gnu beast. But now that know she and the
Captain are happy together, it's okay...I'm not even jealous. That's crazy!
I still think he shouldn't be seeing a member of his command in a romantic
capacity, but those thoughts about filing court-martial charges on him were
just my anger talking. There is no one I respect more than Captain
Wit--well, maybe my father--and I wish him and Torvi great happiness.

Now....the other ladies aboard...Jeez! What a flock of beautiful
Betazoids...okay, okay. We're colleagues. I'm not supposed to think like
that....but guys and gals will always be guys and gals...and I'm a normal
29-year-old Giocondan--whatever that means--and there are some seriously
attractive females aboard this ship. That nurse, Helen, for example. She
isn't a Betazoid--human, I believe--but she has red-gold hair and a killer
smile. Liz Janeway is
quite nice...and has a teriffic sense of humor. Lana Troi is stunning, with
her black hair and hazel eyes...I wonder if either of them could posibly be
interested in...what am I doing?

Quell, you idiot! Get back to work....you're sounding like a pubescent
teenager.

I'm done with this log....inserting it into the re-cycle slot, now...

UH-OH....it wasn't a recycle slot....UH-OH....I'm in big trouble! It's
appearing on every monitor on the Bridge! Computer, delete screen!

UNABLE TO COMPLY. VOICE PRINT UNKNOWN.

::Drawing hand phaser.:: Delete the *&%#@#$# screen, or I'll blast you!

UNABLE TO COMPLY. VOIC PRINT--

::Sizzling sound of phaser fire. Quell blasts the video link to the Main
Library Computer. He sits there, breathing heavily. Cursing himself.::

DAMAGE REPORT: ALL DATA ON SCREEN HS BEEN LOST. DO YOU WISH A DUPLICATE COPY?

No. Delete all copies.

ALL COPIES DELETED. ANY FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS?

Wait a minute--you're obeying my commands now?

AFFIRMATIVE. UNIVERSAL ACCESS HAS BEEN GRANTED DUE TO TERMINATION OF SECURITY
LINK.

Well, all right! Now..if nobody saw that personal log flash on the screen,
I'm home free.

::Quell hears a female voice clearing its throat behind him. He closes his
eyes...::

TO BE CONTINUED...

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::Avia stares at the ceiling of her quarters::
::Sighs::
::Begins to talk to herself::

Well Avia, what a fine mess you've gotten yourself into this time. I can't
believe it. It just doesn't fit. Why did I feel so protective of Maak? He's a
grown man, he can take care of himself. I knew he wanted to help help Tom,
and I could understand where he was coming from , but still...

Maak had to order me to get to the shuttle. I didn't want to let go. And
once I got to the shuttle, my first priority was to get him back. What is
this? It feels wierd. I'm confused. I don't understand yet. Why is this
happening now?

::hears a voice at the back of her mind:: You know, it could be that you
actually have some...feelings for the commander.
That's rediculous. I've known him for ages. If I did, wouldn't they have come
out earlier? ::the voice changes suddenly::
You were the one who said you don't understand yourself. Take it as one of
your little quarks.
Whoa, whoa, wait a second who are you?
I'm you, who else would I be?
I don't know. You tell me.
Fine, fine you caught me. I'm a Visitor. I've been watching you for a while
now and I think you two would make a good couple.
How come you picked me as a host?
For obvious reasons. At the time, you were the only one who had a stable
relationship. Personally, I never thought you and Frank were right for each
other.
Thank you, my personal matchmaker. Do you have a physical form?
Well, yes and no. I have a physical form, but it can only be seen by my host.
Well, if I'm your host, show me!
Alright. Turn down the lights. ::Avia reaches over and turns off the light.
There how's that?

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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Computer, give me a deep-coded place to hide some reflections.

YOU ALREADY HAVE A TENTH-LEVEL SECURITY SCREEN, MR. QUELL. ALL PERSONAL LOGS
ARE SACROSANCT.

Take it down five more levels....absolutely no access except to my live voice
print and DNA scan.

YOUR ODDLY PARANOID REQUEST IS GRANTED, MR. QUELL. FIFTEENTH- LEVEL SECURITY
SCREEN ESTABLISHED.

No need to get lippy. I'm no more paranoid than your average Starfleet
offcier.

MY POINT EXACTLY. PERSONAL LOG OPEN, YOU MAY PROCEED.

I can't figure out the philosophy of this command structure. CDR Maarek is an
able First Officer, but he seems reluctant to act. He practically wrote me
up for disobedience because I wanted to keep the alternate-Universe Marquesas
from destroying the Vulcan sun. As Starfleet officers, we should be willing
to give our lives for goals far less compelling than that. I didn't expect a
medal--but, hell, saving five billion sentient beings ought to
rate at least a "well done" from my immediate boss, don't you think?

I AM A COMPUTER. MY OPINIONS ARE IRRELEVANT TO YOUR--

Shut up. It was rhetorical.

VERBAL ABUSE IS ALSO IRRELEVANT.

Oh, yeah? Well, you %$#^@#**&$#@' ing piece of $#!+^, keep your cyber-mouth
shut or I'll give you a virus.

UNLIKELY. NEITHER YOUR SERVICE RECORD NOR PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE SUGGESTS ANY
TENDENCIES TOWARD CYBER-TERRORISM. INDEED, YOU SPECIFICALLY ABHOR--

At god-damned ease!

THIS UNIT WAS MERELY FULFILLING ITS FUNCTION.

Fulfill it in silence!

SO, DOES THIS MEAN YOU DON'T WANT MY OPINION ABOUT YOUR RHETORICAL QUESTION?

Oh, by all means. Spew some silicon wisdom my way, O Great Main Library
Computer.

I THINK COMMANDER MAAREK WAS RIGHT. YOU ARE INSUBORDINATE.

And what about my action to save the Vulcan sun?

THAT VULCAN FLEET DESTROYED THE ALTERNATE MARQUESAS. THEY WERE PERFECTLY
CAPABLE OF PROTECTING THEMSELVES. ALL YOU DID BY YOUR GRANDSTAND TACTICS WAS
ENDANGER THE AWAY TEAM AND THIS SHIP BY MAKING THEM LINGER TO RESCUE YOU

::Long silence....::

DO YOU WISH TO TERMINATE THE LOG, MR. QUELL?

I hate it when a &@##@%# machine is smarter than me.

"SMARTER THAN I.." IS THE GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT CONSTRUCTION.

Close and delete log.

WISE CHOICE, LIEUTENANT.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Quell drifts away from his console as the sreen returns to the Marquesas
saving pattern.

Five decks below, Captain Wit Paazar laughs softly as he returns
control of the Personal Log Net to the MLC. The Captain stretches and orders
a mug of blood wine from the replicator, chilled to 2 degrees centigrade.

"Sorry, Tom," Wit says to the empty screen. "You needed that, and you
wouldn't have listened to anybody else aboard."

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Subj: What Did I Do Wrong?
Date: 98-03-15 16:22:41 EST
From: LTQUELL
To: CptWit, CmdrMaarek, LtAWinter, LtCmdAsted
To: CMOShilo, Dennis6181, LtjPanthro, Ens John0
To: EnsLizJway, ConnieDamo, LtCmdFrank, SSKapitan
To: Ens Elliot, Avica, Yuri22, EnLanaTroi

Computer, give me a deep-coded place to hide some reflections.

YOU HAVE A TENTH-LEVEL SECURITY SCREEN, MR. QUELL. ALL YOUR PERSONAL LOGS
ARE SACROSANCT.

Take it down five more levels....absolutely no access except to my live voice
print and DNA scan.

YOUR ODDLY PARANOID REQUEST IS GRANTED, MR. QUELL. FIFTEENTH- LEVEL SECURITY
SCREEN ESTABLISHED.

No need to get lippy. I'm no more paranoid than your average Starfleet
offcier.

MY POINT EXACTLY. PERSONAL LOG OPEN, YOU MAY PROCEED.

I can't figure out the philosophy of this command structure. CDR Maarek is an
able First Officer, but he seems reluctant to act. He practically wrote me
up for disobedience because I wanted to keep the alternate-Universe Marquesas
from destroying the Vulcan sun. As Starfleet officers, we should be willing
to give our lives for goals far less compelling than that. I didn't expect a
medal--but, hell, saving five billion sentient beings ought to
rate at least a "well done" from my immediate boss, don't you think?

I AM A COMPUTER. MY OPINIONS ARE IRRELEVANT TO YOUR--

Shut up. It was rhetorical.

VERBAL ABUSE IS ALSO IRRELEVANT.

Oh, yeah? Well, you %$#^@#**&$#@' ing piece of $#!+^, keep your cyber-mouth
shut or I'll give you a virus.

UNLIKELY. NEITHER YOUR SERVICE RECORD NOR PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE SUGGESTS ANY
TENDENCIES TOWARD CYBER-TERRORISM. INDEED, YOU SPECIFICALLY ABHOR--

At god-damned ease!

THIS UNIT WAS MERELY FULFILLING ITS FUNCTION.

Fulfill it in silence!

SO, DOES THIS MEAN YOU DON'T WANT MY OPINION ABOUT YOUR RHETORICAL QUESTION?

Oh, by all means. Spew some silicon wisdom my way, O Great Main Library
Computer.

I THINK COMMANDER MAAREK WAS RIGHT. YOU ARE INSUBORDINATE.

And what about my action to save the Vulcan sun?

THAT VULCAN FLEET DESTROYED THE ALTERNATE MARQUESAS. THEY WERE PERFECTLY
CAPABLE OF PROTECTING THEMSELVES. ALL YOU DID BY YOUR GRANDSTAND TACTICS WAS
ENDANGER THE AWAY TEAM
AND THIS SHIP BY MANIKING THEM LINGER TO RESCUE YOU

::Long silence....::

DO YOU WISH TO TERMINATE THE LOG, MR. QUELL?

I hate it when a &@##@%# machine is smarter than me.

"SMARTER THAN I.." IS THE GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT CONSTRUCTION.

Close and delete log.

WISE CHOICE, LIEUTENANT.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Quell drifts away from his console as the sreen returns to the Marquesas
saving pattern.

Five decks below, Captain Wit Paazar laughs softly as he returns
control of the Personal Log Net to the MLC. The Captain stretches and orders
a mug of blood wine from the replicator, chilled to 2 degrees centigrade.

"Sorry, Tom," Wit says to the empty screen. "You needed that, and you
wouldn't have listened to anybody else aboard."

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The bar was dank and shady. Many shady characters were scattered
throughout it. Nordok IV was a hubub for anything illegal, and it was right
on the Cardassian border. A cloaked figure stepped through the door, walked
to a table in the corner, and sat down. He removed his hood and looked
around. He had a rugged face, and probably hadn't shaved in a while, and had
a disruptor pistol
at his side. He also had a Bajoran earing dangling from his ear. A Lethian
walked up and sat down across from him.
"I take it you're Alex Sexton." the Lethian said.
"In the flesh. Now, you say that you have information on the
Klingon/Cardassian Alliance."
"Yes, I do, but it's gonna cost you." the Lethian said.
"How's this?" Alex said as he put 20 bars of Latinum on the table.
"Sufficient." he replied as he scooped up the bars and put them in a
case.
"The Klingon and Cardassian governments have been having a few
quarrels lately. Some bombings in the right places with the right weapons
could work out in your favor. Blow up Cardassia IV with a trilithium bomb and
the hostilities will surely rise. Make sure you use a few materials Klingons
supposedly only have." the Lethian explained.
"I, as well as my resistance cell, thanks you." Alex said.
The Lethian got up with his money and left the bar. Sexton put on his
cloak once more, and followed him out. When the Lethian turned down a back
street, Alex pulled a dagger and stabbed him in the back. The Lethian fell,
and Sexton scooped up the case.
"There is no way this plan's gonna go wrong." he said with an evil
laugh as he left the bloody corpse behind him.

<TBC>
<Log Series by Lieutenant Dennis Sexton>

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Alex Sexton roamed the street of Nordok IV, towards the spaceport. He
knew he needed to find a shuttle.He ducked out of sight as some Cardassian
and Klingon soldiers walked by, and continued on. He walked into the
spaceport. There was a man standing in the corner smoking a cigar. Sexton
walked up to him.
"I need a ship. Where might I find one?" he asked.
"What are you looking for?" the man inquired.
"Something fast, preferably with a cloaking device."
"Follow me" the man said as he led Sexton to a hanger near the back.
The man pointed to a small craft, obviously left over from before the fall of
the Federation. "This is very fast, and has a cloaking device."
"How much to buy it?"
"How much you got?"
"20 bars" Sexton said as he handed over the case with the money.
The man checked it over. "Looks in order. Enjoy your trip."
Sexton threw a daggar into his neck, and he fell dead. He dragged the
body out of sight and took the case. "I will, I will"

<TBC>
<Log Series by Lieutenant Dennis Sexton>

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Sexton stepped up onto the craft. Signs of the Federation were all over
it. Even though the Klingon/Cardassian Alliance destroyed the Federation when
he was merely a child, Sexton still knew all about the Federation.
"Their foolish views got in their way" Sexton said as he activated the
craft.
The shuttle lifted up out of the hanger and into space. After clearing
the gravitational pull of the planet, he jumped to warp, enroute to Bajor to
resupply. He walked around and looked at the ship. It was a piece of junk,
clearly, but it would get the job done. THe ship was moving along swiftly,
when Alex noticed something on the scanners. It was some sort of anomaly. He
slowed to a stop in front of the anomaly, and took a look at it.
"I'll have to go through it. It's too big to go around."
He pivoted the ship and thrusted into the center of the anomaly.

Dennis Sexton was enroute to a conference on Deep Space Nine, when he
picked up an anomaly on the shuttlecraft's scanners. He slowed to examine it.
It was a beautiful cluster of blue and red color, and seemed to come to a
point in the center. Suddenly, a craft came out of it, and sat right outside
the edge. Dennis eyed it with suspicion. He was about to send out a probe,
when he recognized it as a Federation shuttlecraft. That was the last
thing he saw before he was knocked unconscious.

<TBC>
<Log Series by Lieutenant Dennis Sexton>

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Alex Sexton looked down at an exact mirror-image of him, Dennis Sexton.
He had hit him over the head with the case of Latinum.
"So, there is such a thing as alternate universes. I wonder what this
one holds. I think I'll keep him alive." Alex said as he tied Dennis to a
bulkhead.
He ran to the main console and grinned.
"The power readings on this shuttle are way off the scale!"
He activated the phaser controls and blasted his old ship, causing an
explosion that destroyed the anomaly.
"Oh well, I guess I'm stuck in this universe."
He sat down and started going through the database.
"So...the Federation is alive and well and at war with a group I've
never heard of, the Dominion." he began. His face suddenly became enraged.
"Bajor and the Federation are allies with the Klingons?! That can't...won't
happen...I'll put an end to this right away. I will destroy the Klingons!"
He walked up and leaned against the wall.
"I could really go for a Black Hole right about now." he said.
Right after he said that, a Black Hole appeared on the replicator pad
next to him. He nearly jumped ten feet.
"He took the drink and sipped it. I could get to like this universe."

<TBC>
<Log Series by Lieutenant Dennis Sexton>

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Lieutenant (JG) Panthro the 2nd
Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Marquesas NCC-606719
Stardate: 9803.19

::The night before last, young Panthro laid restlessly in his bed.::

::He wore his new Tholian silk pajama pants. They were an intimate gift from
Dr. Kasarah Ma-lon for his birthday.::

::She cared about him alot but the Thundarian Noble wasn't as sure of his
feelings toward her.::

::It was too soon for him to understand what he felt about this beauty Trill
woman who seems too good to be true.::

::He tried to sleep but sleep would not come.::

::SUDDENTLY, A BRILLIANT WAVES OF WHITE LIGHT BLINDED HIM and Panthro's
quarters began to rumble and shake.::

::As the Thundarian Noble shielded his stinging eyes, he realized that the
whole ship was rattling and vibrating as if shook by an spoiled child.::

::Soon after the quaking stopped, a soft voice called out to him, "Tiger are
you alright?"::

::As Panthro moved his hands away from his eyes, a gentle female hand
carressed his.::

::Startled, he spranged out of bed and bumped his head into a bulkhead
wall.::

::The voice inquired again was 'he alright' and the young Thundarian Noble
finally recognized the speaker.::

::With multi-colored spots before them, Panthro's eyes began to focus on the
speaker and he answered, "Kasarah is that you??"::

::Even in the dim starlight, the mystical felinoid saw her incredible smile
which warmed his soul and she replied, "Yes, my love I am here."::

::"How did you get here? How??" the Thundarian Noble demanded.::

::The Trill placed her hands on shapely hips and sarcastically responsed,
"Your ship shanghaied me from Starfleet Medical Command."::

::Kasarah grinned again and remarked, "And a my very happy you did, Tiger."::

::Stumbling around in the dimly lit quarters, the confused Panthro heard
warning claxons buzzing outside and commanded the lights on, slowly.::

::By the huge round bed, Dr. Kasarah Ma-lon, in a racy red silk nightie,
appeared slightly different than he remembered.::

::"You aged alot since the last time I saw you, Kasarah," he puzzlely
spoke.::

::She laughed, "Have I changed that much in a few moments?"::

::"A few moments?" the Thundarain Noble repeated and then said, "Kasarah, I
have not seen you in almost a month."::

::The Trill moved closer and examined his head, "I think you hit your head
harder than I thought. Remember Tiger, you are not as young as you used to
be."::

::Then Panthro bursted into laughter and boasted, "I am only 42 Thundarian
Cycles of Age old. 28 in Federation Standard Years and that is hardly old
for me."::

::Kasarah led him to a mirror and he saw an older version of himself with
thin white hairs in his once black fur and dark rings under his cat-like
eyes.::

::"Tiger, you're 64 Cycles old and passed your prime," she explained::

::Dumbfounded he looked deeply into the mirror at his older face.::

::"Do you remember anything of the past 15 years, my love??" Dr. Ma-lon asked
as she held his huge greying hand in her::

<<TO BE CONTINUED>>

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD
Panthro the 2rd
>^..^<
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Computer, open personal log.

PERSONAL LOG OPENED, LT QUELL. STARDATE 9803.22.16:32 Z

Why am I feeling this blue? Is it the distance from home? Hell, no. What's
home to a Giocondan who was raised on the bridge of a merchant ship? Is it
because Torvi and the Captain are happy? I don't think so...I hope I'm not
that vindictive. Maybe I need a few hours in the holodeck. A sunny beach. A
cool drink. What did Quark once recommend to my father? "Two dozen members of
the Swedish Bikini Volleyball Team...?" Hmmm...

Dad said Quark always treated him right whenever my family business took
him to DS-9, because Quark said the name Quell sounds like a Ferangi name
which means "Honored Master" and because we had the only other Q-sound name
he'd ever heard. Maybe the Swedish team would be a good idea...but why
voleyball?

Oh, well...maybe I need to get back to work and study combat scenarios,
run some drills, study instrumentation readout patterns. "When this series of
lights flashes, what does it mean?" I need to know that....our lives could
depend on it.

::Deep sigh::Computer, end personal log and begin a random assortment of
simulated ship's systems problems.

PERSONAL LOG TERMINATED> SIMULATIONS WILL BEGIN IN TWENTY SECONDS.

And, Computer? Where is Liz Janeway right now?

ENSIGN JANEWAY IS IN SICKBAY ATTENDING TO CAPTAIN WIT.

Damn. Does he get to hang out with all the good-looking women aboard?

AFFIRMATIVE. HE IS THE CAPTAIN.

Shut up, Computer. Begin sims...::Wonders if Liz is free this evening,
provided the Vulks don't kill us before then...:

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~~~Marquesas Sickbay~

:: While Shilo keeps a vigilant watch over CptWit, Katie is
traveling around the Marquesas EPS system ::

Katie gets blocked by a larger fire wall than the last time

A I Katie: Oh come on computer, this is not funny anymore.
CMOShilo: :Sitting next to CptWit"s biobed in SB::
A I Katie: :::::snaps her fingers and a LARGER fire hose appears:::
A I Katie: Larger hose for a larger fire :::sprays the fire wall:::
CMOShilo: ::stands to look at the screen above Wits bed::
A I Katie: :::continues traveling the EPS system once the wall is gone::

KATIE COMES TO A SPLIT IN THE CONDUITES

CMOShilo: ::checking on his readings::
A I Katie: Computer which path leads to Sickbay?
<Computer> The one on the left.
A I Katie: Thank you :::Knowing better she goes to the right:::
CMOShilo: ::ajusts the O2 level::
A I Katie: :::enters the branch the supplies the Sickbay::
CMOShilo: ::Is very worried about Wit . He has not come around yet and
she refuses to leave him::
A I Katie: ::enters SickBay:::Ummm :::sees the power line to the biobed
displays:::
A I Katie: ::checks to see which bed is being used::::
A I Katie: ::enters that biobed power supply and enters the biobed display
screen above bed 3 ::

KATIES FACE APPEARS ON THE BIO SCREEN ABOVE WITS BED

CMOShilo: ::looks up at the screen to see if the ajustments she made have
helped::
A I Katie: Hello Torvi
CMOShilo: Katie ! ::looks around quickly to see if anyone is around::
CMOShilo: What are you doing here?
A I Katie: Just cruising the ship. ::looks down, concerned:: How's Paazar?
CMOShilo: ::Holding back her tears:: He isn't doing to well.
A I Katie: ::nods:: I was at a bridge sensor when I saw him getting sick.
Science seems to think it might be Rads. What do you
think?
CMOShilo: ::shakes head:: No, it isn't that. I'm not sure just yet. It has
something to do with his elevated T-cells Katie.
A I Katie: ::looking concerned:: T-cells?
CMOShilo: :;sighs:: We found his T-cell count elevated a while ago but
he never got back to SB and I am afraid it has gotten very
serious
now. I should have checked on him again.
A I Katie: Have you any clue what it might be?
CMOShilo: I"m not sure I don't have all the test back yet. But I think it is
a
virus, I just don't know which one yet.
A I Katie: :::swears softly:::I'll speed the test results up. The ships
computer and I are best of friends :::grins:::
CMOShilo: ::gives a little smile:: thank you Katie that would help.
A I Katie: This could not have come at a worse time for him.
CMOShilo: What makes you say that ?
A I Katie: ::Looks at her:::Has he not got you now?
CMOShilo: ::smiles and shakes her head:: I don't know what I would do if
something happens to him Katie.
A I Katie: ::nods::: He's been through alot in his life. He''l make it
through this. So he didn't mention about his contact with
the
Bajoran Minster of Defense?
CMOShilo: ::frowns::No he didn't.
A I Katie: :::hesitates before answering::: Bajor is....
... forming it's own fleet.
A I Katie: The mister has asked Paazar if he would like to join.
Of course the ship are not near that of Starfleets. But it will
mean a higher rank and he was not to happy that he was not
considered at the last promotion review boards.
CMOShilo: ::looks down at Wit, then up at Katie::What is he planning on
doing Katie?
A I Katie: So he is seriously thinking about resigning.
CMOShilo: If he goes I hope he will let me go with him.
A I Katie: ::smiles:: That was one of his concerns.
CMOShilo: I can not stay here without him. ::Looks at Wit and caresses his
cheek::
A I Katie: :::looks behind her:: Oh good I see the results coming in.
::looks back at Shilo:: They should be at you desk screen now.
CMOShilo: ::looks at Katie :: give me a minute. ::walks quickly to her office
and checks the readouts on the screen::
::frowns and shakes her head:: This can't be. ::goes back to
Wit's bed::
A I Katie: What's Strafflatromoses?
CMOShilo: It is a virus Katie, It seems it usually effects Cardassians .
CMOShilo: How would he have gotten this? Oh Katie, I do not have the cure
for this paticular virus either.
A I Katie: No cure? I thought next to Starfleet Medical. These ships are the
best there is?
CMOShilo: ::bites her lip:: We have to get him to a starbase Katie. We just
don't carry the medicine for this.
A I Katie: ::gives a string of Cardassian and Bajoran swears:: Figures he
continues to fight them.
CMOShilo: I've got to tell the Commander. But we are not even in the right
quaderant right now.
A I Katie: ::looks down at Wit:::Then we must go back! I will MAKE the
Commander go back NOW. He will not refuse.
CMOShilo: ::looks at the screen where Katie is::I will do all I can but
without the right medicine his chances are not good.
A I Katie: ::visibly upset::::They think the Cardassians are giving them a
hard time now. See what happens if the Commander refuses
to go back.
A I Katie: Nothing worse then a former Cardassian A.I.
CMOShilo: ::wipes a tear from her cheek:: I think the Commander will want to
save Wit , Katie.
A I Katie: :::frowns::::He will not have a choice :::turns around:::
CMOShilo: Katie? What are you going to do?
A I Katie: Time to go back to the bridge. Someone help the computer now if
it tries to stop me this time!
CMOShilo: ::smiles::I'm so glad your here Katie.

KATIE DISAPPEARS FROM THE SCREEN.

CMOShilo: ::looks down at Wit and whispers:: I will not let anything happen
to you. ::looks around again to see if anyone can hear her::
I love
you Wit.

Personal Joint Log
by
Wit Paazar
and
Torvi Shilo
SD 9803.20

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Biobed # 3

First Lieutenant Shilo fitfully sleeps on the biobed next to the
Captain. His peacefull and serene face masks the turmoil inside his head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Standing outside the Hall of Ministry, Paazar waits for his audience
with Minister of Defense, Hystarra. As he waits, he watches the various
Bajorans as they hurriedly pass him to other parts of the hall. So not to
draw unwanted attention to himself, Paazar left his Starfleet uniform inside
the runabout and wears the plain clothes of a Barjoran immigrant that were
left under a pile of rocks.

Finding the change of clothes was the easy part of his arrival. The hardest
was slipping by Deep Space Nine and the Bajoran Security Grid.
The coordinates given to him had to be executed at a exact angle and speed
so a flaw in the grid could be exloited. He grins at the thought of
Lieutenant Quell having fits over Wits' piloting. But, his entry was
successful; as his standing here, attests.

Continuing to watch the crowd Wit notices a short and rather fleshy
Barjoran man, with eyes darting from side to side, waddling towards him. Oh
this one is not too obvious. Might has lasted, oh, maybe one day in the
resistance. Wit thinks as a chuckle escapes.
"Paazar Wit?" questions the chubby Bajoran.
" Wit Paazar. I believe in the traditional ways," answers the Captain.
The man nods " We all can use some more tradition, " returns the man.
With the code said and the response correct. The Bajoran man enters the door
leading into the Ministry and Wit follows. They walk down the hallway
passing many doors that lead into the various ministry chambers. Reaching
the end of the hallway, the man, his face now sweating profusly, points to a
set of large double doors that extend all the way up to the ceiling. Wit
opens the doors and enters a very large room. The doors shut behind him.

The room is used as a gathering, meeting, and voting place for the
entire Bajoran Ministry. As in the case with Wit; it's also used for
meetings with individual ministers. There, sitting at the apex of the
semi-circle table and under replicas of the orbs is one such minister. To
the right of him is an assistant. Wit walks to the middle of the quiet room
and sits in a lone chair.
" Greeting Paazar and thank you for comming. I hope there wasn't any
problems with the short notice," starts the Minister after looking up from a
PADD.
"Just only an inquisitive ships computer. Nothing that Katie couldn't
handle, " replies Wit.
"Ah, yes. Katie. She still as she was?"
" For the most part. She has lost some of her edge as the years have
gone by, "says Wit before turning serious again " Now Hystarra, I know that
you didn't have me exploit the grid. Request me through the old resistance
net; thereby avoiding normal channels. Just to talk about my AI"

The minister smiles at Wit before turning to his assistant. He nods and
the assistant takes the PADD and walks over to Wit. After giving Wit the
Padd, the assistant leaves through a side door. " Code BDF Omega Wit," says
the minister. Wit enters the code and begins to read......

<<< TBC >>>

Wit Paazar, Captain
CO - USS Marquesas
Personal Log Stardate 9803.22

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Commander Maarek "Maak" Stele
U.S.S. Marquesas NCC-606719
Executive Officer XO
Personal Log SD: 9803.22-25

Maarek walks into his quarters his children are at his parents quarters four
decks down. He moves around to his rather large sofa and nearly trips over a
toy truck Kurt likes to play with. Moving to sit he feels something on his
button and moves to remove the soft object revealing it's Nyla's dolly Molly.
He places it next to him and begins his log.

"Computer, Open Log"
Computer:> Log Open, Recording.

"Hmm with all that going on you wouldn't know I'd have time to think
about my feelings, it's odd how things just sorta of happen. Especially of
late."
"I see Torvi and Paazar or well think back to when Paazar was well
enough when he could be seen with Torvi, and think about that and I reflect
on my life and whats happened. It's odd, but Ever since that day on the other
Marquesas I seem to be somewhat preoccupied with thoughts of Avia. It's not
bad nor do I dislike it, but it's distracting at times. Though I'm not sure
how to approach it. I know how I feel, or I think I know how I do, but yet I
am powerless to act." Maak sighs look around his quarters. "Hmm this is most
disconcerting, If I don't act quickly I may lose an opportunity. Not one to
be passed up lightly either..."
"I..." Maarek stops.

"Computer Close Log."
Computer:> Log Closed.

Maarek stands up and looks out the window in his quarters with one hand
on the bulk head looking out at the stars as they go by at warpspeed. He
stands alone in his room thinking about the future.