Deep Space Guardian: Season III-Episode 43

[Ziona]

DSG, The Rusty Cup

Ziona smiled quickly at Jon and nodded.

"Ok, Jon." She took a seat quickly and set down her pack as Sofia approached them. "Um... Coffee would be great, if you don't mind." She smiled quickly at Sofia. "This is a nice place you have here."

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, The Rusty Cup-

Jon sat back down in is seat and listened as Ziona made her order, and gave Sophie a compliment on the place she had going. Jon had to admit, the place was nice, it certainly gave a relaxed atmosphere in the aftermath of the war againts Sit Fito. Jon was glad the war had ended, but as he thought earlier, the repurcussions were long to come.

One had to wonder how the Federation would heal from this, and how the current adminstration would control the damage. The image of the prison camp on Earth flashed back into Jon's mind, the mess he saw, it had horrifed him. He vividly remembered T'Sa getting sick, and vomiting, a sign of emotional distress perhaps? He didn't know for sure.

"It's been to long" he said to Ziona suddenly, bringing himself out of his thoughts.

[La Forge]

Deep Space Guardian, Laboratory

Only the lone figure of Juliana Roberts, Deep Space Guardian's Chief Science Officer, occupied the small, cramped science laboratory, many decks down in the massive Ournal-II space station. It was a small lab in an out-of-the-way part of the station with mostly out-of-date technology, so, it was rarely used. Juliana came here to work sometimes because it was usually empty and quiet, just the way she liked it.

The small room was as dark as night, except for the bright light coming from an activated computer monitor, which was currently in use, with the young Frenchwoman sitting hunched up over the screen, her body nearly blocking out the light completely.

Playing on the monitor was a video recording she had made on Elerra Prime several weeks ago, a video that depicted a mysterious blue-eyed alien who had addressed himself as the 'Protector', apparently being the keeper of the monstrous alien beast that had attacked DSG awhile ago. Anyways, in the video, the Protector was dying. A large piece of some kind of shrapnel was jutting from his chest. It was a gory sight, alright. Juliana could only assume that the shrapnel which had pierced the man was some form of debris from the ruined temple that lay beyond. In any case, as Juliana had approached, the Protector had beckoned her to come closer. She hesitated at first, cautious of the mysterious alien. After all, she had never see the Protector's species before and certainly wasn't expecting to stumble upon a half-dead alien in the jungles of Elerra Prime, either. When she eventually took that step forward, the Protector had whispered only one sentence in her ear. That sentence was the following, "They are coming for you." With that, the Protector had died.

Juliana and her team had returned to the station orbiting Elerra Prime up above and taken the opportunity to inform the captain of her discovery and of the Protector's final words. She then spent the next few days on the station, contemplating those fateful words. Who did the Protector mean by 'they'? And, why are 'they' coming? None of it made any sense which is exactly why Juliana was intrigued by the ominous message. The young Frenchwoman always loved a good riddle.

Now, it was several weeks after that day on Elerra Prime, when she and the others had encountered the Protector. She had gone down to Elerra Prime with her team two more times since then and would spend the rest of her time contemplating the Protector's words. She must have watched the video recording that the team's journalist had made at the time of the Protector's death a thousand times, looking for some clue, anything, in the man's word or his facial expressions, to the meaning of his words. Alas, she had found nothing. The words sounded the same after every viewing and she couldn't find a damn thing in the Protector's emotionless face. It was no use, but, she still went at it, anyways.

So, as she was still off-duty for another hour, Juliana sat at the computer monitor in the small, cramped science lab, watching the screen for some miniscule clue that would give her some insight as to the Protector's meaning and anything else she could decipher.

[ILoveHarry]

-DSG, The Rusty Cup-

Sofie returned to the trio a short time later with Ziona's coffee. As she did with Jon, she brought a pastry for Ziona to sample. She set the cup on the table in front of the woma, and placed the matching plate next to it.

"I know these two are too chivalrous to eat in front of a lady. I brought you a blueberry scone. Can I get anything else for anyone?"

[Spellbinder Marik]

-Romulus, House of Tayvor�s Father, 2311-

Levek stood outside the home of his wife�s father. Only in recent years had they come to see eye to eye on anything. Levek had left N�Tran with his grandfather while he was away. Levek knocked on the door. He heard a shrill whistle and felt a beam pass over him. He�d been scanned.

�Enter.�Said a voice. Levek passed through the door and heard it click shut behind him. N�Tran, who was also the name of Levek�s father in-law, approached him.
�Is she safe?� Levek nodded.
�Safe and secure until the time is right.� The older man nodded.
�Welcome home. Just in time too. The council is planning a major offensive against the Federation. We�re going to need all of our best commanders on the front.�

Levek knew there would be plenty of time for that.
�Where�s N�Tran?� The older man pointed.
�There, in the common area. His behavior has been erratic in your absence.� Levek knew that was to be expected. There was a great chance he�d never see his mother again and Levek hadn�t been there for him for the past 7 months.

Levek approached the common area and saw his son sleeping in a chair holding a display device. Levek lifted the device away. The title read: Shadows and Symbols. It was one of N�Tran�s favorite stories. Levek looked up when he heard N�Tran start to shift. The boys eyes popped open.
�Father?� Levek nodded.
�I am home son. How are you?� The boy blinked his eyes for a moment.
�I was starting to think you weren�t coming back. Where�s mother?� Levek felt pain, deep pain at the mention of his wife.
�She�s in a safe place, sleeping until we can find a cure for her sickness.� N�Tran grabbed a small pack beside him.

�Are we going home now?� Levek shook his head.
�Not yet. You get some sleep here for tonight. I have a few things to do. I will come by in the morning and get you.� Levek watched his son settle back into the chair and finally walked away.

-G�Tarkin, N�Tran�s Quarters, 2311-

As they edged closer to Romulus N�Tran felt something. He wasn�t sure what it was. He didn�t believe in foresight like some people did. Although, technically if he wanted to he could change key events leading to a different future. N�Tran quickly put that thought out of his head. He wasn�t here to change the past. He was here to get a set of coordinates from his father.

N�Tran was nearly asleep when an alarm went off.
�Tactical alert! All hands to battle stations!� N�Tran quickly rushed out of the quarters. How could they have a tactical alert? There was no chance they could be detected though the cloak. The sensors and technology of this time weren�t capable of penetrating it.

-G�Tarkin, Bridge, 2311-

N�Tran entered the bridge.
�Report.� T�Rell activated the viewscreen.
�Two Klingon Birds of Prey are attacking a Romulan Predator class battleship.� Sub-Commander Satil checked his console.
�They�re outgunned sir. They aren�t going to last long.� N�Tran feared something like this would happen. He just hoped that it wouldn�t.

�Helm, resume our previous course.� Sub-Commander Satil stood up in protest.
�Sir, the people on that ship are going to die!� N�Tran remained calm.
��and if we decloaked and helped them we�d risk damage to the timeline. We don�t know if that crew is supposed to live or die.� Satil reluctantly resumed his seat. He knew that with their upgraded weapons that the G�Tarkin could make easy work of those other Klingon ships. However, he also knew Admiral Ditex was right.

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Ops-

Malcom Jones stood at his usual station staring at his usual display monitor running a few scans of the system, a standard security measure even more so after the war, and the recent episode with the rather large creature that had...swollowed the station entirely. Jones was glad when the station had been freed, the entire situation had made things tense, particuarly when those Klingons had made it to Ops and tried to tear things up.

Jones sighed contently, and was about to scan another quadrant within the Elerran System when something cuaght his eye. Something was entering the system. Jones focused the sensors on the extreamly slow moving object. Whatever it was, sensors could not scan it for some odd reason. Jones checked the arrival schedual, and saw nothing on the list.

"There's something entering the system" he annoucned.

Someone behind him at the science station had been working on a project and turned in her seat to face Jones. She looked down at the main sensor read out and nodded in confirmation.

"It would seem so, I cannot identify it, there seems to be some sort of interfearence."

Jones frowned, he didn't like hearing things like that, not after recent events.

"Let's play it safe, place the station on yellow aleart, and be prepared to call the senior staff to Ops."

The science officer nodded and then pressed a few more controls. She frowned in concern.

"Sir, as far as I can tell, it's a runabout, but that's it."

Jones nodded and looked back to his station, and made an attempt to send a hail to the alleged Runabout, only to get no responses. Jones frowned and attempted another can, sure enough it did seem to register as a runabout, but he couldn't scan inside of it, nor hail it, nor determine it's identity.

Jones sighed, "Time to disturb the Captain."

Malcome pressed a button to Open a comline to Ian.

"Jones to Captain Xavier."

[Founder]

-DSG, The Rusty Cup-

Ian was about to speak more to Archer, but Ziona had come in. The issue of their marriage was still in the air due to the constant interruptions. Speaking of them, Jones contacted Ian from Ops. He pushed his Raktajino to the side and tapped his combadge.

"Xavier here." He said.

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Ops-

Jones attempted another scan and narrowed his eyes as he read the results, things didn't look promising.

"Sir", Jones said, "We're detectng what appears to be a Runabout approching the station. Something is interfearing with sensor scans, and Hail--"

Jones paused as he read the results from a new scan, his eyes closed, then opened again. He reread the results to be sure.

"Captain...you've better come up here, it's one of ours..."

[Founder]

-DSG, The Rusty Cup-

Ian sighed, realizing that the problem of a day has appeared. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and tossed it on the planet.

"I'm on my way." He said.

He stood up from his seat and looked at Archer, Ziona, and Sofie.

"If you'll excuse me," He said, "Duty calls. The coffee and desert were wonderful, miss Xavier."

Without another word, he turned and left the room, heading for Ops.

-DSG, Ops-

After a few minutes, the turbolift doors swung open and Ian entered the room. It had taken some time to get here as the distance between Ops and the promenade was rather vast. Ian looked towards Jones and walked towards the sunken area where the main console sat.

"Yes, Mr. Jones?" Ian said.

[ILoveHarry]

-DSG, The Rusty Cup-

As soon as Ian's badge chirpped, Sofie stepped away from the table. For one, she knew Starfleet mtters tended to be private. The second reson being she knew the trio would likely be called away. She crossed back to the table and produced three sets of transportable containers for the drinks and snacks.

"Just in case you have to run. It would be a shame for everything to go to waste."

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Ops-

Jones turned to face Ian and and gave a concerned report.

"Captain, it's definitly a runabout, and being as it's approching us? It's a bet it's one of ours. I've run several scans, and haven't been able to see much, nor hail anybody inside the vessel."

Jones looked down when the consol beeped rapidly, something appeard on sensors.

"Oh, my... Sir, you better see this."

Jones brought the image of the runabut on the viewscreen, visible damage was visible, rips were seen across the hull, and scorch marks almost completly darkend what was left of the outer hull. Tiny pieces of debries seemd to be floating out of the tiny Starfleet craft. Jones shook his head, "Captain, I still cannot determine the ID, nor hail anyone inside."

[Founder]

-DSG, Ops-

Ian folded his arms and wondered what had attacked the runabout. Just a year ago, he'd say it was the Nautolians, but he doubted it was them with the war over. Perhaps remnant factions?

"Can we tractor them in?" Ian asked Jones.

[Lord Borg]

-DSG, Ops-

Jones nodded and brought up the tractor controls. He narrowed his eyes and sighed in annoyance. Whatever was interfearing with sensors was also preventing a target lock. Jones explained this to Ian, then looked down to the display when the consol beeped again.

"Captain, I can read the vessels ID beacon, USS...Columbia"

Jones tapped a control to bring up a list of runabouts that were currently out, and who had them. However, before he could again, the consol beeped, inside. Jones was able to finally scan inside of it.

"Sir, I am able to inside it, I'll do so now, and scan for lifesigns."

Suddenly, the Columbia came up on the monitor Jones had used to seek its information, two names were attached to the crew manifest...

[Ziona]

DSG, The Rusty Cup

Ziona accepted the coffee and scone with a smile and turned back to respond to Jon when Ian's combadge chirped. She sat back and turned to look at Ian as he was asked to come to the bridge. A sigh escaped her lips. He seemed always in a rush to do one thing or another, but she couldn't blame him. That was his job after all.

As Ian excused himself from the table, Ziona smiled faintly at him and nodded with his apology before turning back to Jon.

"He's so busy all the time it seems," she smiled sadly. "But he's good at what he does." she took a quiet sip of her coffee and lapsed into silence.

[Lord Borg]

DSG, The Rusty Cup

Jon nodded and smiled, indeed, Ian was a busy man. Being a Captain, and a Commanding Officer himself, Jon knew that busy was part of the job. Jon could rememer many times in the past of both men being busy, and considared 'good' by their peers at what they did. Jon figured it was 'good' as was Ian, due to the fact they had multi tasked. Archer looked over to Ziona for a moment, then nodded again.

"That he is," he said, "That he is. He's saved my life a few times, too. He's a good man."

Jon took a sip of his green tea and took a second to remember one of the several times Ian had saved his hide.

"It was during the Second Klingon-Federation War" he began, "The Klingons had not only attacked the station, but had borded it. Ian and I, we knew that they couldn't be allowed to get to Ops, it was just something we couldn't let happen, no matter what the cost..."

The sounds of screaming, and hand to hand combat filled Commander Jonathan Archer's ears. He had heard it, saw it, but still, he could not believe it. He was not only fighting a war with Klingons, but fighting hand to hand with Klingons, who had attacked the station, and managed to board it. They had managed to overwhelm the station's security force. With that, they had began to take the station for Empire control. Jon and his friend, one Ian Xavier, knew that this was something that couldn't be allowed. Ops had to be dfended, it had to be saved from the invaders. Both men gathered a rag tag group of people of various genders, species, and affiliation, from Civilian, Starfleet, to members of various governmental systems, which included Vulcans, Andorians and several others.

Jon grunted as he kicked at the stomach, or well, one of the stomachs of the Klingon ahead of him. The angry Klingon roared in fustration and came at Archer, with one of his many bladed weapons ready for use. Jon simply steped to the side and used the Klingons momentum to push him forward into the bulkhead. The Klingon let out a grunt as he fell to the deck in a lump. Jon grined victoriusly, but it was short lived. He looked around him. The walls and the deck the people stood on was covered in various colors of fluid, it was clear what the fluid was, blood. Green, red, blue, a purple/pinkish.

Suddenly, somone lept backwards and landed next to Jon as he deflected a blow from a Klingon. The large Klingon had attempted to move forward, but an Andorian and a Vulcan teamed up on the Klingon from behind and distracted him. Jon looked to his left, to look at Ian who had landed beside him.

"Damn" Ian said, "These bastards, they don't give up!"

Archer smiled and shook his head in answer to Ian's statement. He raised his weapon and deflected a blow from a screaming Klingon. Jon heard his friend holler out again.

"I wonder what else can go wrong"

Jon yelled back sarcastically, "Oh, you know, could be anything! Another fight, another war, maybe a reactor core breach! Same ol same ol, the life of a Starfleet Officer!"

Jon heard a noise behind him and turned to see the Klingon he fought earlier had gotten up, and rushed for Ian. Jon moved forward, and jabbed his weapon into the Klingons chest, the man howled in pain. This movement had caused Jon to not see the Klingon that was where his front once faced. The Klingon swung down at Jon, slicing into his shoulder. Archer growled in pain, but ignored it as he turned to face the Klingon.

Turning to face the attacking Klingon, Jon roared back at the man, exchanging explenitives as the two fought. Once again, the Klingon from the rear attacked, this time at Jon. Archer felt something enter his body unnaturally and he scramed out. Ian caught notice as the Klingon in the rear began to recoil for a death blow when Ian shoved a weapon into his head. The Klingon fell in synch with the one in front of Jon, who had gotten a Mek'leth in the throat.

Turning to face Ian once again, Jon hollered out. "I owe you one"

"No, you owe me several" his friend joked back.

Jon laughed at this and delected a stray blow that nearly took his face off. Ian grabed at Jon, and yelled into his friends ear.

"Jon, we need to get you medical attention!"

Jon shook his head, and yelled back

"Just a few cuts, ignore it!"

Jon rushed into the crowd again, to continue the fight. Ian shook his head and gave a smirk about his friend.

"Jon, you are one crazy, reckless bastard."

With that, Ian pushed his way back into the crowd, to fight along side his friend, and the others to protect Ops.

"..So, you see, that day alone? Ian saved my rear about ten times."

Jon shook his head at the memory, "It seems like it was so long ago."

[Founder]

-DSG, Ops-

Ian began to panic when he realized it was the Columbia, the runabout he had lent to a very close friend. Whatever had happened to it, it was certainly bad. He placed a hand on Jones' shoulder and watched as the cyborg attempted to tractor them in. It seemed he was having a bit of difficulty though.

"Can you tractor them or not?" He asked in an angry tone.

[Lord Borg]

DSG, Ops

Jones nodded in an answer, he wondered why the Captain was upset when he glanced at the manifest and saw the name. He quickly pushed the scan though while at the same time, locking the tractor beam onto the runabout.

"Sir, I've only been able to find one lifsign, and it's vary faint, and fading fast."

Jones checked the status of the Runabout in the tractor beam and then looked to Ian.

"The Runabout is in the station, sir."

[Founder]

-DSG, Ops-

Ian didn't say a word and ran out of Ops and into the turbolift. Without wasting a moment, he called for the shuttlebay. His only thoughts were on one of the occupants of the Columbia. He could feel his heartrate go up. The turbolift descended towards the shuttlebay...

-DSG, Shuttlebay-

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that Xavier had finally reached the shuttlebay. Several engineers had surrounded the damaged shuttled and were attempting to ascertain what happened. Ian shoved some of them aside and rushed towards the doors that would open the runabout and allow them entry.

"Open it!" He demanded.

One engineer nodded and worked to open it, which took a few minutes to do. Ian impatiently watched and waited until finally the doors opened. Smoke bellowed out from the interior and Ian realized there was severe damage inside of the runabout as well. He ran inside, hoping one of the engineers would be smart enough to contact a medical staff. He waved the smoke from his face and looked around until he found a body. Ian approached it but found it was not who he was looking for. The figure was heavily disfigured and looked like a splat of flesh, blood, and uniform. Ian recoiled in disgust and moved towards one of the seats where he found...her.

"T'Sa!!!" He screamed.

He ran forward and saw green blood all over her face and body, in addition to the console she was on top of. Ian grabbed her and shook her, trying to stir her...

[Lord Borg]

Runabout Columbia, Cockpit....whats left of it

T'Sa shook when her body moved, she let out a gasped that was drowned out by a choke as she attempted to breath. Her eyes fluttered slightly as she trembled, a voice had screamed out her name. She couldn't recall it, but she knew the name was farmiliar...comforting, she had...found her goal.

"Ia..Ia..." T'Sa gasped again, her eyes shot open, and she let out a scream, pain shot through her body as she had never felt it before. T'Sa's wails echoed though the runabout as one of the officers looking at the runabout called for a medical team. T'Sa's body convulsed as she screamed in agony.

"he.." T'Sa's voice died out, attempts to speak seemed to worsen the pain.

The sight of T'Sa was gruesome, her body had blood over it, cuts were apparent, wounds of various sorts, her right arm compeatly bare, was bent in a strange position, a gash ran almost the entire length of it. What was left of her uniform was simply torn rags being held to her body by the wet of her lifes blood soaking though.

T'Sa's eyes darted around the room when she found Ian's, she saw comfort in those eyes, but she couldn't remember the name. T'Sa's eyes widened again as she screamed out in agony.

One of the engineers ran in beside Ian.

"Captain, a medical team is on the way."

DSG, Main Security

Alicia Stone moved though the doors of Security, she hadn't done so in many days. When the creature had swollowed the station she had hit her hid on the bulkhead. The medical team managed to save her, and kept her for a few days of observation, after that it was medical leave. Which was hard to circumvent, with her roommate being the doctor that treated her.

Stone glaced at a few status displays as she moved though security, then into the brig area, to check to see if any prisoners occupied the cells.

[Sam Kenobi]

DSG, Brig

Derek finished his rep of sit ups and sat against the wall at the far end of his cell. He saw the doors to the brig open and a woman walked in, looking around. He felt a surge of anger suddenly that his plight had gone on seemingly ignored or that he had been forgotten. If this was anyone from security, he might have a chance to get some answers.

"Hey!" He called out.

[Spellbinder Marik]

-Romulus, Tal Shiar Council Chamber, 2311-

Levek noticed nothing had changed in the time he was gone. Except one thing� His Rival, General B�Eal. B�Eal and he had been rivals a long time. Levek had a sneaking suspicion that B�Eal had something to do with the attempt on Tayvors life.
�Aren�t you going to welcome me home?� B�Eal sneered.
�Loyal officers get welcomed home, not traitors.� Levek took pleasure in tormenting B�Eal.

�So I hear you got a new ship?� B�Eal was surprised but didn�t allow it to show.
��and if it were up to me you wouldn�t set foot on one ever again.� Levek smiled.
�Then I am grateful, that it is not up to you.�

Another group approached them.
�General Ditex, I trust your journey was favorable?� Levek saluted the Chairman.
�It was and I have returned to face the consequences of my actions.� If something else wasn�t on the horizon Levek would have soon been executed for disobeying orders.
�In light of recent events General all charges have been dismissed. But know this, if you ever do anything like that again I will be able to do nothing about it.� Levek nodded.

B�Eal stepped forward.
�All charges dismissed? He destroyed 2 Romulan ships, over 400 officers! This offense is not forgivable!� Levek spoke in his own defense.
�They left me no choice.� The Chairman was a patient man but when he made up his mind the decisions were over.
�Enough! We have more to worry about than the squabble you 2 seem to have with each other.� The Chairman motioned for Levek to follow. Levek could feel B�Eal�s eyes drilling into his back.

-G�Tarkin, Bridge, 2311-

T�Rell had left the bridge to get some sleep. It was quiet. Too quiet. N�Tran looked over at Lt. Salor who manned the Ops console.
�Mr. Salor, do we have any Romulan music on the database?� Salor accessed his console.
�We have some sir but is this really the time?� N�Tran shook his head.
�It probably isn�t but why live if we�re only going to live by the book?� Salor seemed at an impasse.
�I�m sorry sir. I didn�t mean to�� N�Tran waved his hand.
�It�s alright Lieutenant. Just play the music.� A moment later a melody began playing through the bridge speakers. N�Tran didn�t know who the artist was but it was unmistakably Romulan.

A lot of people saw Romulans as arrogant, self absorbed and treacherous. That�s all they saw though. Romulans produced just as many good things as they did bad but no one ever saw the nice things. Music, Art and Literature. All things other races did the Romulans did too. It was probably their fault for not trying to showcase it more.

[Josi Rockholt]

DSG, ensign Kathryn Johnson's quarters

Kathryn had heard of the Rusty Cup and knew that most were most likely there. It could have been a perfect time to get to know the crew,since she still didn't, but she was depressed. She wanted something to do with how they got free from the beast, but she had nothing to do with it. To make matters worse,if the Captain remembered, they would probably have a nice little chat over her personal question about the Commander and himself. She wasn't looking forward to that at all. She had no right in asking and was wiling to pay for it,but still not looking forward to it.

[Spellbinder Marik]

-Federation Transport Grail, Messhall-

Kiris had left his temporary quarters on this ship and went to the messhall. Kiris watched a few people stare at him as he entered. No doubt it was the ridge on his forehead that drew their attention. Kiris had since learned to remain calm. He hadn�t felt angry about people staring since he�d started getting along with Cory. Kiris approached a replicator.
�Raktajino and a double Altair sandwich.� The Replicator buzzed and produced a tray.

Kiris picked it up and sat at a nearby table. Kiris enjoyed the sandwich and Raktajino. He recycled the tray and was about to leave when the door open and 2 men walked in talking.
�I thought that was taken care of before we left Space Dock?� The other man responded.
�So did I and everything checked out on DSG too.� Kiris approached them.
�Is there a problem?� The first man looked at Kiris for a moment and finally spoke.
�The Induction Stabilizer in our main deflector is on the blink.�

For Kiris it would be a simple repair but he was on vacation.
�Doesn�t this vessel have engineers?� The guy shook his head.
�Not anymore. We had a Civi but we put him off the ship back on DSG because he only did half jobs and his fixes never lasted long.� There wasn�t anything else to do.
�Show me to deflector control. I�ll see what I can do.� The two men exchanged looks.
�You�re an engineer?� Kiris nodded.
�Graduated first class Starfleet Corps of Engineers.� The man motioned for Kiris to follow.

-Romulus, Levek�s House, 2311-

Levek opened the door to his home and stepped in. Without Tayvor here to greet him it felt like a vast empty cavern. N�Tran rushed through the door. Levek noticed N�Tran rushing from room to room looking for something. N�Tran came back and looked up at Levek.
�Where is Kaileah?� Kaileah was pet Tayvor had and was one that N�Tran was extremely attached to. The creature in question was bigger than the terran pet of a cat but smaller than what they called a dog.
�Kaileah is guarding your mother in a hidden place.�

N�Tran sulked away. The pet was his only friend. He�d also been homeschooled until now. Starting tomorrow he�d be put into the Romulan version of a public school. So maybe he�d have a chance to make some real friends.

[Ziona]

DSG, The Rusty Cup

Ziona nodded and smiled back at Jon as he reminisced about his past with Ian.

"I can imagine he did a great many good things in his past," she nodded to herself. "I don't know very much about him unfortunately."

A sigh escaped her lips. It seemed as if she didn't know as much about Ian as she thought she had. Their marriage had been held off for quite an amount of time and, for the first time in awhile, Ziona was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to take place.

"I'm glad you've stopped by for a bit, Jon." she glanced up and smiled at the captain sitting opposite her.

[Josi Rockholt]

DSG,ensign Johnson's quarters

Kathryn had been in her quarters for awhile thinking of what she should do,stay there or go to the rusty cup. She decided to go and at least eat. Johnson got off her bedand walked to the nearest turbolift.



DSG,turbolift

Johnson entered the turbolift and called for the rusty cup.When she arrived,she excited the turbolift. Standing outside the Rusty Cup,Johnson took a deep breath and entered.

DSG,The Rusty Cup

Upon entering the Rusty Cup,Kathryn immediately saw Ziona and also noticed she was talking with someone. She sat at a table and just thought of what to say once Ziona wasn't busy. She definately needed to talk to her and the Captain.