Deep Space Guardian: Season II-Episode 31

[Founder]

-Two Days Later-

Captain's Log: Stardate 58529.92

We managed to returned to DSG unscathed after destroying the Nautolian ship yards. I guess this was a two fold victory in the sense that we hurt Fito and found Aia Shoran. Starfleet surprisingly said that she was fit for duty and her crimes have been accounted for. I don't understand how she got out of it so easily, but I spoke to an admiral I trust: William Russ. He isn't part of the corruption, so I beleive that Aia has somehow...paid for her crimes. On another note, Julianna Roberts has resigned from her medical practice with the return of Aia. I'll admit, it will be weird not to see the nervous Julianna chatting with the EMH. She actually requested to be transfered to the science department, having enough credentials to do so. I approved it and she is now the new chief science officer of DSG. Speaking of officers, my first officer STILL has not returned. I'm this close to considering him MIA. I've given up on him. I returned to DSG to find a lot of Romulans onboard the station and on the planet. Not sure what happened until I gained a rather long explanation from Lieutenant Jones. News of the destruction of the Nautolian ship yards have reached all corners of Federation space. While this is GOOD news, the crew is on edge, expecting a retaliatory strike by the Nautolian empire. Seeing as I've gained a good oppurtunity, I've decided to...use an idea to ease their worries...End log.

-DSG, Replimat-

Ian and T'Sa were eating a quiet dinner on the replimat of the Promenade. Very few people were walking around due to it being late and no one wanting to dock in fear of the Nautolian's supposed revenge. Ian sighed when he saw a duo of Pakleds rush towards the turbolift, no doubt wanting to leave the station.

"I haven't seen the station this empty since Fito's attempt to take over," He said to T'Sa, while taking a sip of water, "Wasn't our attack supposed to boost morale?"

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Replimat-

T'Sa looked out to the Promendade. It was quiet. She looked to Ian. There are times she reminded her self, that this was not the little boy that would run down the corridor when she got off duty and spent the afternoon with him, but the young courages man, with the rank of Captain, and in charge of the station.

"Perhaps it did, but the fear of retaliation far outweights any...'boost' we may have caused."

T'Sa took a sip of her tea and set the cup down delictly.

"Not to mention, this is the first victory in a war that has already cost so much, particuarly here."

[La Forge]

Deep Space Guardian, Quarters

Juliana Roberts, the new Chief Science Officer of Deep Space Guardian, lay on the top of her bed, wearing her undershirt, her hair askew, with a dreary look on her face. Before her lay a copy of The Klingon Hamlet. Ever since she returned from the recent mission to the shipyard, Juliana had occupied most of her time reading. Lately, even before she left on the mission, she had been brushing up on her Klingon, among other languages.



"...taH pagh taHbe'. DaH mu'tlheghvam vIqelnIS.
quv'a', yabDaq San vaQ cha, pu' je SIQDI'?
pagh, Seng bIQ'a'Hey SuvmeH nuHmey SuqDI',
'ej, Suvmo', rInmoHDI'? Hegh. Qong --- Qong neH ---
'ej QongDI', tIq 'oy', wa'SanID Daw''e' je
cho'nISbogh porghDaj rInmoHlaH net Har."

Juliana sighed, before she slammed the book shut and tossed it aside. She sat up in her bed. She turned about and grabbed one of the hard pillows adorning her bed and pressed it to her chest.

Juliana was experiencing a case of anxiety. Her sister, Juliet, would be arriving on the station in two days. She hadn't seen Julie, as Juliana so affectionately referred to her little sister as, in over six years. Juliana was excited to see her. She had even spoken with Commander Robitaille, about allowing Juliana and Juliet to share a room. She wanted to do whatever she could do for her sister and to make her time on the station count. After all, Juliet would only be stationed to the station for one year, on field assignment as an engineer, before she would head back to Earth.

Juliana was overly excited to see her little sister. However despite that, she had been in quite a down mood. Everyone seemed to be. Even Captain Xavier seemed to be. Despite the recent victory at the shipyards, everyone was on their toes, awaiting a Nautolian counter-attack. It was inevitable....

With little else to do, Juliana slowly made her way out of bed and entered the bathroom and took a quick sonic shower. After cleaning herself up, Juliana pulled on her uniform and exited her quarters, off to take a walk. While it may be late, however, Juliana had little else to do.

With a heavy sigh, she adjusted her collar, fixing her rank pips and smoothed the front of her still teal uniform, before she exited her quarters out onto the adjoining corridor, off to the Replimat or someplace. Juliana didn't care...

[Founder]

-DSG, Replimat-

Ian cut a piece of replicated chicken with his fork and knife. The tender meat looked good and he was thankful for a meal after eating rations for days on the Nautolian shuttle. He put the meat in his mouth and chewed. Ian was about to speak, but waited until he swallowed everything. T'Sa was not only his mentor, but a second mother to him. She always expressed disgust and displeasure with Ian's sometimes...rude human habits.

"You're right," He said to her, "We live in fear. Reminds me of the Dominion war...."

He looked back out into the promenade and saw the restaurant "Stars End" across the other side. Ian was hoping to eat there one day, but it was closed at the moment. Probably due to lack of customers.

"Well this morning I believe I recieved something lucky." He told T'Sa in an enigmatic way.

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Replimat-

T'Sa took a bite of the food she had. Her plate contained no meat. How in the world, even though it is replicated, and not real, Humans still consumed animal products, T'Sa didn't know.

At least their not like the Klingons, whith them, twenty minutes ago, that animal would have still been alive.

T'Sa swallowed and took another carful sip of her Tea.

"Something lucky?" She inquired.

[Founder]

-DSG, Replimat-

Ian smiled and shook his head, not revealing a thing.

"It's a surprise," He answered, "Even to you. You'll enjoy it. As much as Vulcans enjoy anything..."

He always enjoyed joking around about her heritage, even since he was a brash teenager at the academy. His smile faded when he pressed on another matter.

"How are you...feeling T'Sa?" He asked.

His old mentor had been going through some rather strange...emotions. He had seen fear on her face for the fist time in his entire life and that shook him up.

[Lord Borg]

DSG, Replimat

T'Sa looked down as if Ian had brought something up shameful.

"I'm...." T'Sa realized she was starting to murmer. Why? There was no reason to do that to Ian. T'Sa looked up but spoke low incase someone walked by. It was not anyone else's business.

"I've regained some control. Doctor Shoran is going to run some test on some blood samples she took."

T'Sa's mind started at work. Her curosity was starting to dig in.

Surprise? What could that mean? With the fact that I could enjoy it it seems.

"I..." T'Sa puased and looked at Ian's expression.

"I'm not in any Pain, not in a physical sense, anyways."

T'Sa used her fork to push around some vegitble that came with the meal she had ordered. She shruged with her eyebrows.

"I feel...ok."

[La Forge]

DSG, Replimat

Juliana, after wandering the deserted corridors of the empty station for over twenty minutes, eventually found herself in the Replimat.

The only two people in the Replimat were Captain Xavier and Captain T'Sa, who were eating and talking. The norm, for the Replimat. However, Captain T'Sa, a Vulcan, didn't seem a "talkative" type. Maybe she just didn't know the Vulcan Captain well enough. Juliana had always found Vulcans hard to talk to. Without emotion...Eerie.

Juliana shrugged, before she walked over to one of the replicators and ordered a raktajino, Klingon coffee, before she walked over to one of the many vacant tables in the Replimat and sat down. She sat far away from the two Captains, as to avoid them. She had always been nervous and jittery around her superiors.

After adjusting herself in the seat, to a comfortable position, Juliana placed her steaming coffee onto the table and pulled out a PADD, containing some info on the Breen. Juliana had always found the Breen to be interesting. Seeing as she was now the new Chief Science Officer, she would have to read up on all sorts of alien species.

With a heavy sigh, Juliana took a sip of her hot coffee and began to read through the PADD at a slow and dreary rate. She secrety hoped that things would pick up on the station and soon. Something to get her mind off of the war. Anything...

[Founder]

-DSG, Replimat-

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Replimat-

T'Sa looked at Ian as he explained. A Battle simulaton? with two of Starfleets most powerful classes? How...facinating.

"Interesting, will this involve the entire crew? Or the senior staff at least?"

[La Forge]

DSG, Replimat

Juliana who was on her second raktajino and was now reading about the Breen language and was trying to decipher a Breen nursery rhyme, which proved to be a difficult task. She couldn't even make out one word. After all, the Breen language consisted of electronic sounds. It would be hard for anyone to decipher it.

However, as Juliana read the PADD, she overheard Captain Xavier speaking about a battle situation or a war game, if you will.

"That's exactly what we need!" Juliana thought to herself, at the thought of the proposed idea. "Something like that could really boost troop morale. Something...fun, to get our minds off of the war. Plus, a harmless training mission never hurt anyone, did it? After all, me, of all people, the least tactically-inclined member on the entire station, would definitely benefit from something like that." Juliana continued, mentally. Ranting...in her mind, a habit of the young French woman.

After a moment or two, Juliana drained the rest of her coffee and sat the PADD down on the table. She glanced over at the two Captain's. Juliana was tempted to go over to their table and ask Captain Xavier about the idea, however, she couldn't do it. She didn't wish to bother the Captain with her silly questions. Juliana never had the courage to casually speak with her superiors. To her, it just felt wrong. The relationship between a Captain and his crew should be solely professional. That's how Juliana viewed the situation, anyways.

Without another thought, Juliana simply sighed, before she went back to her PADD, resuming her attempt to decipher the Breen nursery mind. However, Juliana's mind was elsewhere. She couldn't focus. After a few frustrating minutes, Juliana put the PADD down and let out a sigh, before she just put her head down on the table and glanced out at the Replimat and the surrounding area.

[Founder]

-DSG, Replimat-

Ian was about to respond when he noticed something on the Promenade. Two Klingons were speaking, or rather, they were yelling at a Romulan who was closing down her small kiosk. He looked back at T'Sa.

"Excuse me for a moment." He said.

He approached the two Klingons, cautiosly as not to surprise them.

"Is there a problem here?" He asked.

The lead Klingon looked at Ian and rolled his eyes, "There is no problem here that someone wearing that...child's uniform could handle."

Ian smirked at the comment, not the least offended.

"It's late gentlemen," He said, "You should move along. No loitering on the Promenade."

The shorter Klingon gave a sharp fanged smile.

"We're not loitering," He said, "We're shopping..."

Both Klingons gave a boisterous laugh and began to yank the fruits and vegetables from the Romulan kiosk to the floor. Ian could only sigh at the sight. Even after the unity of the Federation, Klingon, and Romulans during the war, there was always a few idiots on each side that continued the hate. Ian grabbed one of the Klingons roughly, but was shoved back. He pulled out a Klingon weapon, prepared to kill the captain.



"You fool!" He yelled.

Ian dodged the attack and rammed his shoulder into the Klingon, knocking him backwards. It was obvious from the clumsy nature of the lead Klingon's attack, that he was drunk off of blood wine. The second Klingon batted Ian across the face, sending him several feet backwards.

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Replimat-

T'Sa lept to action when she saw that Ian was attacked. The Second Klingon chuckled and prepared to attack Ian why he was down.

"HEY!"

The Klingon whirled around to Face T'Sa, who was MUCH smaller in comparism to him. The Klingon chuckled.

"So!, they have females leaping in to save the hides of Captains?"

The Klingon swiped at T'Sa who ducked to the right, then stood back up. The Klingon took another swing, and T'Sa ducked to the left. The Klingon lunged foward in anger, and T'Sa ducked, tucked and rolled behind the Klingon. She quickly locked her feet at the Klingons ankles and pushed to the left with all her strength.

"Huaaaaaaaaah!"

The Klingon toppled to the side falling to the floor.

"Ahhh!"

T'Sa then fliped to her back, and jumped kicked into a standing position, taking a defiensive stance.

[La Forge]

DSG, Replimat

When the fight between Captain Xavier and the Klingons broke out, Juliana sprang out of her seat, leaving her empty coffee mug and PADD behind on the table, off to go assist her Captain, out of pure instinct. That last punch looked nasty. Maybe Juliana could help...What was she thinking? However, before she left, Juliana tapped her combadge, to warn security.

"Lieutenant Roberts to Security. A fight has broken out on the Promenade. Request assistance immediately." Juliana said, hastily, before she cut the comline.

Juliana rushed over to the Captain, who had been knocked off of his feet, after the larger Klingon man punched him. While she was no longer the Chief Medical Officer, Juliana was still a doctor. After a quick inspection, Juliana found that his wound wasn't that bad. Just a scrape. Nothing that a medical tricorder and a dermal regenerator couldn't fix. After all, it was just a flesh wound. A small one, at that. The Captain had been lucky. Klingons had been known to inflict far more than that.

"Are you okay, Captain?" Juliana asked the down Captain.

While she helped the Captain, Captain T'Sa had joined the fight, fighting the two Klingons, herself. The Vulcan managed to bring down one of the Klingons, the smaller one, down to the floor, in one move. Captain T'Sa was apparently a trained martial artist, something that Juliana didn't know about the Vulcan Captain. Although, there were many things that she didn't know about T'Sa.

[Founder]

-DSG, Replimat-

Ian shook his head, trying to regain his bearing. He looked up at Julianna, who was squatting next to him.

"I'm alright..." He muttered.

He noticed the lead Klingon leaping to attack. Ian shoved Julianna out of the way, narrowly avoiding a blade to her head. He flipped upwards using momentum from his legs. His leg flew quickly at the Klingon's head. The man blocked it and swung again. Ian barely dodged the attack a tear in his uniform appeared on the sleeve.

"Wonderful," He thought to himself, "My best uniform."

Ian brought his fist against the Klingon's face, knocking the alien backwards. He shook his fist in pain, forgetting how strong a Klingon's skull was. Security officers, night shift, rushed in and apprehended the drunk Klingons.

"Are you ok captain?" An officer asked Ian.

"I'm fine." He quickly responded.

He looked over and noticed T'Sa standing triumphantly in the middle of the Promenade.

"It seems your fighting abilities haven't been affected." He said.

The sight of a fight in a populated area reminded Ian of a time that he and some friends went to a bar on Federation colony. It had been his second year at the academy and his father's ship was in orbit of the planet. He and his friends started a fight with some large Klingons, a fight he most certainly was not ready for. His father and T'Sa narrowly saved their lives. It was at that moment that Ian's eyes had opened to the nature of the universe. You could not run around starting random fights. These Klingons learned the same lesson it seemed. Ian was pulled out of that memory when he suddenly remembered Julianna. He rushed over to her and extended a hand to help her up.

"Sorry about that lieutenant." He said.

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Replimat-

T'Sa relaxed when Security came in and took the Klingons. She rushed over to Ian and Roberts.

"Are you both alright?"

T'Sa saw the rip in Ian's uniform.

"Are you Injured I-- Captain?"

T'Sa looked at the rip, and in an delicate way checked to see if Ian was indeed, wounded.

[La Forge]

DSG, Replimat

Juliana, who was sitting on the hard floor, her hair matted and her head throbbing, stood up, with help from Captain Xavier. After she was on her own two feet, again, she looked to the Captain.

"Don't worry, Captains." Juliana muttered, groggily, as she rubbed the back of her head, which she had hit on the floor after Captain Xavier had pushed her out of the way of the Klingon blade. "I'm fine. Just a bump on the head. Nothing that a good night's rest couldn't heal." Juliana joked, nervously.

Juliana tried to crack a grin, however, the best that she could manage was a funny-looking smile with a twitch.

"Well...It's late. I suppose that I should...get some rest. I..."

Juliana was about to bring up the subject of the proposed wargames, however, she dropped the subject, without even bringing it up.

"Good night, Captains." Juliana said, abruptly, to both Captain Xavier and T'Sa.

With a curt nod to both Captain Xavier and Captain T'Sa, Juliana turned on her heel and slowly made her way out of the Replimat, leaving her PADD and empty coffee mug on the vacant table in the Replimat, rubbing the back of her head, all the while.

[Founder]

-DSG, Replimat-

Ian watched Julianna leave as fast as she had entered the replimat. The woman was enigmatic to say the least. He looked at the tear in his uniform and shook his head.

"I'm fine." He told her.

The bigger wound was on his face. A bruise was already forming. He sighed and gently rubbed it.

"I'm gonna make a quick stop to sickbay," He said, "Then I'm off to bed. Thanks for dinner T'Sa..."

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Replimat-

T'Sa looked at Ian's face as he spoke. She nodded and looked into his eyes.

"Thank you for keeping me company."

T'Sa looked at Ian for a moment longer.

"Sleep well, Ian."

[Founder]

-DSG, Promenade-

Ian bowed his head, "No problem and same to you."

He turned away and stalked towards a turbolift, exausted from the events that just occured. Ian would sleep, then he would show everyone his plans for tommorrow...

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Promenade-

T'Sa watched Ian walk off then sighed. She turned and went to a turbolift calling for the deck her quarters were on. She closed her eyes as the lift moved, slowing her breathing, and clearing her mind. Last night, before she went to bed, she had managed to after some preperation, meditate. She'd do the same tonight. The lift stopped and T'Sa opened her eyes and walked though the doors and down the corridor. When she arrived into her quarters she took off her outfit and changed into her sleep wear as she lit her meditation candels. She sat down, crossed her legs and closed her eyes. She was taking Shoran's advice and was taking it slowly. T'Sa was now lost to the world, falling into a deep meditative sate.

[Hitchhiker]

-Outside DSG, Inspection Pod-

The ensign obviously liked statistics. "Spaceframe is 96% complete, sir. We've finished basic integration of the shipboard systems into the structural components and are actually in the process of calibrating the warp field coils. The navigation deflector is nearly online. We'll begin the first integration of software sometime next week."

Grey's ears were listening, but his eyes were focussed on the viewing port as they flew past the ship. "Magnificent," he exclaimed. "It's finally all coming together."

It was indeed. The dream that had started as a faint blueprint was now far more obvious as the pod flew past the half-completed ship. In less than a month, it would be ready for its shakedown cruise. And that would be something to see.

[Founder]

-DSG, Sickbay-

Ian walked into sickbay, rubbing his rather sore face. He noticed a large amount of Romulans inside of the room, including two nurses, an EMH, and a rather beautiful woman with strange devices on her face and hand.

"Uh...excuse me?" He said.

The hologram looked over at him, as did the blonde woman.

"Ah," The EMH said, "You must be captain Xavier. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Ian was slightly taken aback at the politeness of the hologram. Were they programmed to be so...personable?

"Mark I?" He asked, remembering they had a Mark II, "Have we downgraded?"

"Excuse me!?" The EMH shouted.

The captain looked at him in surprise, not expecting the outburst from the hologram. Seven of Nine gave a half smirk and looked at the captain.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding," She said, "We're not part of this crew."

Ian slowly nodded his head, "Sorry about that...when you have 85,000 crewmembers, you can't be expected to recognize every face. You all do look familiar..."

"We're crewmen...or rather...former crewmen of the starship Voyager." The Doctor announced proudly.

The captain's eyes widened when he finally recognized who they were.

"Wow," He said, "You two were quite the talk of the Federation for some time. You still are. Its an honor to meet you both. Sorry about the..."

The EMH held his hand up, "Don't worry about it. Now...what can we do for you?"

Ian motioned towards his face and the large bruise covering it. The Doctor nodded and grabbed a dermal reginarator. He ran it over his face, quickly healing the wound.

"Thanks," Ian said, "Much better..."

He wanted to ask them why they were onboard DSG. He also wanted to ask why there were random Romulans onboard as well, but exaustion took over. He covered his mouth as he yawned. So instead, he gave into sleep and decided cordiality could wait until later.

"Uh...," He said, "Welcome to DSG..."

With that, he turned and walked out, heading towards his quarters. The Doctor stared at him as he left.

"Strange man..." He said.

"Indeed." Seven replied.

[Ziona]

DSG, Holodeck

At around 2AM, Ziona had awoken with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed and then turning to look around the room in a startled sort of daze. At about 3AM, Ziona finally had enough of her tossings and turnings and went to the holodeck to try and work out the nerves she seemed to have come down with.

It was now 5AM... and Ziona was still in the holodeck, standing in silence, watching as the ocean rolled by in a simulation very much resembling her old home in San Fransisco. She closed her eyes and let the sound of the sea soothe her. She breathed in the salty air, heavy with the dew from the rising sun that was beginning to show over the horizon behind her. It was paradise to her... this little house on the seashore. But it was all too realistic.

"Ziona... get back inside." A female voice called from behind her and she turned to see her mother standing behind her, the woman's arms wrapped across her chest in a woolen grey material. The wind tossed the older woman's hair slightly, the budding sun's light playing across the silver that was beginning to streak her hair.

But the woman wasn't talking to Ziona as she stood there. Ziona turned and saw an image of herself, no more than five years old, standing at the edge of the sea, staring into the deep darkness of the water before her.

"Ziona... come inside!" Her mother called again, her voice edging slightly to a somewhat coarse, but at the same time kind, tone. There was silence, except for the sound of the wind whistling over Ziona's ears as she watched the younger version of herself, staring into the deepness and cold that was the ocean.

"Ziona!" A male voice called this time and Ziona turned to look behind her mother, where her father stood. "Listen to your mother and get in here! What's wrong with you? Can't you do anything right?" The tone in her father's voice was nothing like that of her mother's. Her mother, though a strong-willed woman, still loved her daughter greatly. Her father on the other hand... he hardly loved anyone at all.

A tear brushed down Ziona's cheek as she watched the young girl finally turn and trudge into the house, her dark hair falling into her eyes and her cheeks red from the cold wind that was blowing across the sea. Ziona, in the holodeck, brushed a sleeve across her face to make the tears disappear and looked up at the ceiling.

"Computer, end program." She whispered. The visions before her faded to nothing and she was left in the white-walled room. She sucked in a breath, looked around the room, suddenly feeling very alone and confused. Another breath calmed her down and then, Ziona turned on her heel and left the holodeck, trudging down the hallway towards some unknown location, even to herself. She just needed to walk away and forget what she had seen in that program.

DSG, Sickbay

Nicodemus stifled a yawn as he trudged down the hallway towards Sickbay. It was early in the morning, or late at night depending on how you looked at it, but an emergancy had come up and he needed to travel quickly. He stepped into sickbay and blinked a few times against the bright lights. Inside, he saw a new EMH that he hadn't seen before and he looked at him quizzically for a few moments before smiling.

"Hello, Doctor. I need an emergancy physical. I've got a trip I've got to take. It came up rather suddenly." He half-shrugged-half-smiled and walked into Sickbay. "It's a rather quirky situation I've got... before I travel, I always like to get a checkup... and then when I come back, I always get another one. It's a paranoid sort of tendency I guess." Nicodemus looked back at the EMH and waited for his response.

[Lord Borg]

-T'Sas Quarters-

T'Sa was sitting crossed legged, meditating. Her mind started to wonder back to the fight that had occured a short time ago that evening. Seeing Ian being knocked down, that didn't happen often. Suddenly, an old memory filled her mind.....

Over 36 years ago....

T'Sa was sitting on the sofa, glancing at a PADD, but glancing up more often to look across the room. Everytime there was a little coo, grunt, or some other sort of sound T'Sa would look. Ian Xaiver, the young child of her dear friend and collegue, Thomas was near a table, looking at the assortment of toys in front of him on the floor and the table. Some here Human, some were Vulcan. T'Sa had him for the day, at least if not longer while Thomas and his wife took some time, that is if they were going to be able to. Thomas had stuff to deal with for the station first, but he hoped, she thought to her self remembering what he said 'god willing, I will be able to squeeze in some time with her. It's been work, work, work for the last several months.' That was right before he asked T'Sa to care for Ian while they were away. T'Sa glanced back down to the PADD when she heard a clatter and... an impatient sigh? She looked up and saw that one of the parts to a Vulcan puzzle Ian was attempting to make sense off had been pushed across the table and on to the floor. T'Sa set the PADD off to the side and moved her legs off the sofa, preparing to get up, when she noticed that Ian had placed his hands on the table. He was... pulling him self up?! T'Sa was actualy cuaght by surprise. This she had not seen before, not from him anyways. She wondered if Thomas had seen Ian do this. No, no he hadn't sadly, T'Sa would have heard about it. She watched with interest. Ian made a slight grunt as he managed to pull himself up. T'Sa couldn't help but smile, while unusual for a Vulcan, indeed, it was a site to smile about. Ian started to move towards the area where the toy had fallen to the floor. Ian had managed to take a couple steps when he had lost his balance and fell to the floor. T'Sa got up and walked over to him.

"Ian...be carful."

T'Sa knelt down and looked at the boy to see if he was injured. He just looked up to T'Sa and smiled. He looked to the table and placed his hands on it again to pull him self up. T'Sa reached out with her hands on his sides to give him support, and to keep him from falling. He looked back at T'Sa.

"No help..."

T'Sa rose an eyebrow at Ian questioningly. He was showing the stuborness of Thomas already. She sighed quietly.

"I am just offering support in case you fall. I do not wish for you to be injured..."

Ian looked at T'Sa for a moment and seemingly shruged. He moved towards the object again, as T'Sa followed, her hands near his sides should he fall. He finaly reached the object and sat down to pick it up....

T'Sa opened her eyes and breathed out slightly. What was that? A memory? during meditation? Perhaps she was not regaining as much control as she thought she was. Someone in sickbay should be alearted she was told by Shoran, even if T'Sa prefered Shoran to handel matters, if something like that happend it should be recorded asap. T'Sa got up and grabbed a robe and put it on, tying it together has she went outinto the corridor to head for sickbay...