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Authors note:
This fan fiction takes place after the events chronicled in:
the USS Cathexis SIMM
Star Trek Cathexis: Exodus
Star Trek Cathexis: Warped.
It is recommended to refer to those sources ocassionally when prompted in paranthesis.
A STAR TREK Cathexis story, based on the USS Cathexis, created by Katharyn King.
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Star Trek Cathexis ~ Where dreams have no end. ~
Season O: Chapter O: Prologue ((And Epilogue. ROFL!))

Katharyn and Laurent sat quietly on the bridge of the ship. It had been a week now, since the Cathexis had departed the Guardian planet.
"We have to bring her in... for the end." Laurent said quietly.
Katharyn nodded.
She looked up.
"You seem different, some how, as if you have been through a great deal of torment, and you look exhausted." She said.
Laurent looked down.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I still don't believe it. It never actually HAPPENED, per say, not in this timeline." Laurent said.
"Timeline? Does this have something to do with the guardian?" She asked.
"Well... you could say that. Yes." Laurent said.
She simply nodded, accepted this, and looked out the viewport.
"The sensors have picked up the USS Solaris inbound." the ATAI said calmly.
"Comming to pick up her new captain." Laurent said quietly.
Katharyn looked down.
"I had hoped... my next ship's name would be Cathexis." She said.
"I know. And believe me, the second the next ship of that name is built, I'm re-assigning you." Laurent said.
She smiled.
"Red Alert. The Solaris is arming weapons. In addition, there are no human or federation life-forms aboard." the ATAI said.
"Raise shields! Arm...." Laurent trailed off.
"The USS Cathexis is currently equipped with 2 Mark IX phaser banks, and 4 self replicating polaron torpedoe bays." the ATAI said.
"Arm phasers, load torpedoe bays." Laurent said.
The ATAI played it's affirmative sound.
"Reid... doesn't look like your going on that ship." Laurent said, looking at her.
She nodded.
"Life-form reading confirmed. the USS Solaris appears to be manned by cardassians." the ATAI said.
"Wait! How are you getting a life form reading on them?" Reid asked.
"The USS Solaris does not appear to have shields raised." the ATAI responded.
"FIRE! Aim for the warp core! Phasers AND torpedoes!" Laurent yelled.
the ATAI played the affirmative sound, and the ship rocked as it launched it's volley.
The USS Solaris exploded.
"Apparently Cardassians do not understand Federation symbols." Laurent observed.
"Indeed, Laurent, or it may be because I sent them the "de-activate shields" code over-ride." Reid said, from the Ops console.
Laurent grinned.
"God I love you, you know that?" He said, laughing a little at the simplicity of how they worked together.
She smiled.
"Incomming transmission." the ATAI said.
"On screen." They both said at the same time in response.
"Captain Reid, Admiral Crystalis, you should be alerted to the fact that the Solaris has been stolen by cardassians." Admiral Morrow said, The man was now over 60 years old, and he was showing it quite well.
"Ah... funny you should say that. We just kind of handled that issue." Laurent said with a laugh.
The admiral's eyes opened wide for a moment.
"How? The Solaris is TOP OF THE LINE. The Cathexis has a few polaron torpedoe bays, and some basic navigation phasers!" Morrow exclaimed.
Reid smiled.
"And the cardassians on board appear to have neglected to alter my command codes." She said, grinning widely.
Admiral Morrow smiled.
"Well.. that's good then." Morrow said quietly.
"We're on our way home, Admiral." Laurent said, louder then most of the conversation had been so far.
"Very well, Morrow out." Morrow said, and the viewscreen blinked back to normal.
"Well... Computer, plot a course for Starbase 1, Maximum speed, please." Laurent said aloud.
"Maximum speed is not available, as the slipstream drive is not present aboard the USS Cathexis. Would you like maximum warp?"The ATAI asked.
Laurent barely managed to refrain from cursing.
"Yes, Computer, that would be fine." Captain Reid said.
There was a slight hum as the warp-drive engaged, and they were sailing the Cathexis' last trip home.

Starfleet Headquarters, Earth.
"Well, you two, I hope you had a fun honeymoon." Morrow said calmly.
"Well... I did. Crystalis had his own personal demons to deal with." Reid said.
Morrow raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed?" Morrow asked.
"Admiral... What I went through, I hope never to go through again." Laurent whispered.
Morrow saw the look on his face, and frowned.
"What happened?" He asked.
"It didn't. Not technically. I had to repair the time-line." Laurent said.
"...So that explains the odd readings from the Guardian lately." Morrow said.
"Yes." Laurent replied.
"Care to tell me about it?" Morrow prodded.
"You wouldn't want to know." Laurent said, turning away from the admiral to stare out the window.
It had been so long since he had been planet side, that the sun almost made him blind.
"Captain Reid, Fleet Admiral Crystalis... there is something I need you to know." Morrow said, after clearing his voice.
"What is that?" Katharyn asked.
Morrow looked down.
"I regret to inform you..." Morrow started.
Laurent and Katharyn glared at him.
"...that you will be serving as co-captains of the USS Cathexis-B." Morrow finished with a bit of a laugh.
"Co-captains?" Laurent asked.
"Afraid so. Seems that the brass has decided that since you never are on starbase, despite being posted to Starbase DS7, to just demote you, and let you serve aboard your precious starship." Morrow said with a bit of a laugh.
Reid looked over at him.
The smiles on both of thier faces was probably larger then the conference table.

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Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards, Starship Library.
Laurent stared at the screen.
...Loading file USSCathexis-B.sdf...
USS Cathexis Ship Statistics:

Ship name: USS Cathexis-B
Ship Class: Aurora ((Intrepid-II-Temporal Cruiser refit))
Classification: Trans-Temporal Peacekeeper/Explorer
Intrepid II class unit run: USS Intrepid II, USS Cathexis, USS Enterprise-F
Aurora Refit unit run: USS Aurora, USS Cathexis-B
Length 340 Meters
Width 135 Meters
Height 120 Meters
Decks 15
Standard Compliment 200
Officers 25
Enlisted Officers 174
Civilian Crew 1
Emergency Capacity 900
Standard Velocity Transwarp((Warp 15))
Maximum Velocity Transwarp Maximum((Warp 19))
Emergency Velocity:
Standard Warp: Warp 9.997 for 12.2 Hours
Transwarp: Warp 23 for 2.2 Hours
Weaponry: 360 Degree tachyon-based Phaser Capacity, 8 Variable Torpedoe Launchers(( two fore, two aft, two dorsal, two ventral. Capable of loading either Tachyon, Polaron, or Quantum Torpedoes))
Shields: Multi-Phasic variable shielding.
Torpedoe capacity:
Quantum Torpedoes: 54
Tachyon Torpedoes: Replicated ((15 second re-stock time.))
Polaron Torpedoes: Replcated ((15 second re-stock time.))
Additional technology:
Mark I Starfleet Trans-Temporal Alteration device: A refit to the "Tachyon Particle Cannon" device, which now includes a Cloaking device, as well as a temporal rift generator.
Holographic Technology:
All decks Equipped with Holo-emitters
2 Holo-laboratories
2 Holo-decks
1 Holo-Conference lounge
1 x EMH mark I; Rescued by Voyager's EMH from a dilithium mining facility, not known for good bedside manner. "Emett" is also known for breaking programming limits.
1 x ECH mark II; adaptive Artificial Intelligence with the general appearance of a little known Starfleet Captain, Captain Sytok. the ECH uses simply "ECH" as it's name.
Deck Listing:
Deck 1:
Bridge - Command Centre
Captain's Reid's Ready Room - Captain' s Office/Quarters
Conference Lounge - Conference Lounge
Captain's Crystalis' Office - Captain's Quarters/Office.

Deck 2:
The frosty asteroid - Privately owned mess hall, which offers either a free replicated service, or home cooked meals provided by a strange creature, found on, of all things, a frosty asteroid, outside the Andorian system.
Foodstuffs Storage - Cryogenic Freezing Storage Section
Lamia's Quarters - The Civilian Chef's living Quarters.
Officer's Quarters - Any Department Head's Quarters are on THIS deck.

Deck 3:
Crew Quarters

Deck 4:
Transporter Rooms
Cargo bay 3((Medical Supplies))
Holo-labs 1 & 2

Deck 5:
Sickbay
Medical Lab
Medical Staff Crew Quarters

Deck 6:
Holodecks 1, 2, and "Holo-Lounge", a conference lounge designed for holographic backgrounds.
Crew Quarters
Torpedo Bays 3&4((Aft))
Security Office
Security Personnel Quarters
Weapons Control Center
- Phaser Weapons Control Over-Ride
-Manual Torpedo Launch Protocols
Torpedo Bays 1&2((Forward))
Torpedo Bays 5&6((Dorsal))

Deck 7:
Astrometrics Lab
Science Lab
Cargo Bay 2((Science/Astrometrics Supplies))
Science&Astrometrics Personnel Quarters

Deck 8:
Crew Quarters
Trans-temporal Alteration Device

Deck 9:
Shuttlebay 1:
-Shuttlecraft Launch Control
-Shuttlecraft Storage
Shuttle Quarters

Deck 10:
Main Engineering Top Level:
- Weapons Control and Repair Over-Rides
- Main Computer Core
- ATAI Control Library Computer
Cargo Bay 1((Engineering Supplies))

Deck 11:
Main Engineering Bottom Level:
-Warp Core Manifold
-Warp Field Generator
-Warp Core
-TransWarp Core
-Torpedo bays 7&8((Ventral))

Deck 12:
Command Over-Ride Console
Secondary Command Processors((Starboard))
Life Support Protocols

Deck 13:
Aft Landing Gear
Emergency Passenger Over-flow Quarters

Deck 14:
Stasis Chambers
Aft Landing Gear
Emergency Passenger Over-flow Quarters
Forward Landing Gear

Deck 15:
Plasma Relay Room
Forward Landing Gear
Emergency Passenger Over-flow Quarters

Ship names: USS Crystalis((Captain Crystalis' yacht)), USS Solaris((Captain Reid's Yacht))
Ship Class: Temporal Flyer
Classification: Temporal Shuttlecraft/Fighters, Captain's Yacht.
Temporal Flyer Unit Run: USS Temporal Flyer((Starbase 1 runnabout)), USS Crystalis, USS Solaris.
In building: USS Zeus, pre-assigned to USS Cathexis
Length: 15 Meters
Width: 12 Meters
Height: 20 Meters
Decks 2
Standard Compliment 7
Emergency Capacity 15
Standard Velocity: Warp 9
Maximum Velocity: Warp 9
Emergency Velocity:
Standard Warp: Warp 9.997 for 6.4 hours
Emergency Transwarp Core: Warp 15 for 2.4 hours
Weaponry: 360 Degree tachyon-based Phaser Capacity, 2 Variable Torpedoe micro-Launchers((1 fore, 1 aft. Capable of loading either Tachyon, Polaron, or Quantum Torpedoes))
Shields: Multi-Phasic variable mini-shields
Torpedoe capacity:
Quantum Torpedoes: 4
Tachyon Torpedoes: Replicated ((15 second re-stock time.))
Polaron Torpedoes: Replcated ((15 second re-stock time.))
Additional technology:
Tachyon Particle Cannon

Deck Listing:
Deck 1:
Crew Quarters
Mini-sickbay((EMH equipped))
Main control-center.

Deck 2:
Torpedoe bays 1&2, Deflector/Tachyon Particle Cannon over-ride, mini-cargo bay, Repair Bot control/refuel center

"Modes":
Standard Mode:
Standard mode has Deck 1, ontop of Deck 2, optimized for inter-stellar, or orbital fighting.
Command Post mode:
Command Post mode has Deck 2 ontop of Deck 1, optimized for landing party control centers. In this mode, the phasers are capable of targetting 1.2 kilometres in a straight line, and the Torpedoe launchers angle upwards, and turn the Polaron/Tachyon torpedoes into sub-orbital artillery launchers. Note that Quantum torpedoes are not available in sub-orbital battle, because the Quantum Torpedoes are constantly warp-powered, which cannot be used in a planet's gravity well.
Sentry mode:
Sentry mode leaves Deck 2 seperated from Deck 1, giving Deck 1 Transwarp-only capabilities, for escaping crew, while Deck 2 becomes and auto-mated "Sentry gun". During this time, Deck 1 has only partial phasers, while the Sentry-device has 360 degree phasers, and torpedoe launchers.

"Mode" alterations:
The Temporal Shuttle-fighters are use a technology similar to the Galaxy class "docking" set-up to permit mode changes. It should be noted that both sides can dock with standard shuttlecraft, without alteration.
End of file.

Laurent sat there, and read all that. Starfleet certainly had thought some of this out quite thoroughly, but he was still a little worried as to wether half this "experimental" technology even worked. Notablythe Cloaking Device/Temporal Rift generator.

[Cathexis]

Oh that's rich.
Co-Captains !'


"In OUR ready room, NOW!"

"Keep me posted, sweetums."

"Co-Captains, cohorts...co-roommates ?"


Aaaahahahahaa....

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((The funniest part is that they were assigned seperate quarters!!! ))

S1:E1: New beginings
Chapter 1: Bon Voyage!
Laurent stared quietly at the two starships in the runnabout-bay.
Starfleet listed them as "Trans-temporal Shuttle-fighters", but these things could probably hold thier own in a battle.
He walked past the Solaris to the Catalyst.
Such unique names for the ships, he thought, and fitting.
The Solaris was Captain Reid's yacht, which fitted her, because her passion, and ocassionally, her anger and wit, burned as hot as the sun itself.
The Catalyst was his own personal yacht, which fitted him, not only because of the fact that it was the english word for his real name, Crystalis, but also because of recent events that never happened.((See the Warped! Storyline.))
But then again, Solaris fit him just as well... for very similar reasons.
What WAS taking him along time to get used to, was his red uniform. He wasn't Section 31 anymore, so he didn't get the classy silver uniforms. He got a red one. That, and the four pips on his collar, that didn't have the fancy border around them.
Reid wasn't due in to take a spin in her craft for another hour, she was being briefed on some form of war or another that was supposedly about to break out, which, to Laurent, wasn't a surprise. With Morrow at the helm, there had been a war, an event where the Cathexis had gone to the Gamma quadrant to assist a stranded group of scientists, which was not necessarily "Starfleet Sanctioned"((Up-comming Co-written Cathexis Storyline. Don't miss: Star Trek Cathexis: Exodus)), and several temporal issues, which didn't actually come about... not really. Not to anyone else.
Laurent thought back briefly, to the inflection of the people he knew, and he missed them all. He had hoped they would come back with him, through the guardian, but thier time to make a difference was past. He still had plenty to go, though, he suspected.
He assumed that he was supposed to be taking some crew on-board as well, so he waited for a few minutes.
Indeed, he was correct, but "Crew" didn't apply to an enlisted officer.
"Welcome, Captain Cryssstalis. I am called Lamia." The strange half-snake half-woman creature said, in a low, snake-ish voice.
Watching her slither slowly towards the ship made Laurent shudder a little, but he tossed that thought from his mind, this creature seemed harmless enough.
"You must be the civilian cook that I was told about." Laurent said quietly.
"Indeed, Captain. Sssshouldn't we be getting under-way?" She asked.
"What about the others?" Laurent asked.
"We are the only onessss who don't trussst the Transssporter, Captain. Other then Captain Reid'ssss guessst, who isss an andorian." The creature said, with a slight shudder at the word andorian.
"What is wrong with the andorians?" Laurent asked.
"Let usss get underway, it will be about an hour, as the ssssspeed limit here issss Warp .75 to get to ssstarbassse one. Plenty of time for ansssient hissstory, Captain." She replied.
"Please, call me Laurent. I hate that "Captain" or "Crystalis" stuff, especially from my wife, or un-enlisted officers." Laurent said quietly.
The snake-woman nodded.
The two of them climbed up the ramp to deck 1((as the ship was currently in "Standard" mode)), and took positions at Helm and Tactical((the only two positions in the ship.)).
"Attention Utopia Control, this is the Catalyst requesting permission to leave space-dock." Laurent said into the micro-phone placed infront of his Helm position.
"Good luck, Captain." Morrow's voice came through the speakers.
Laurent briefly thought back to how the reflected version of morrow had responded to him blowing a hole in Starbase 1, but quickly got rid of that image before he began laughing.

Chapter 2: Anssssient Hisssstory.
"So, Lamia, tell me about it then." Laurent said quietly.
"Very well, Laurent." She said calmly, and began collecting her thoughts.
Laurent walked up to the replicator, and stared at it.
"Coffee, Black." Laurent said. He had noticed over the past few years, he had been drinking alot of the stuff although he knew that it was nothing more then a powerful stimulant.
"Two thousssand years ago, my planet, Sssshiver was orbiting the ssssame ssssun the Andor doessss. However, when the andorianssss developped sssspace travel, they dissssscovered my sssspeciessss. It turnsss out that the andorianssss alsssso disssscovered they enjoyed EATING my ssspeciessss. A few of ussss captured an andorian rocket, and ussssed it to propel a porssshion of Sssshiver that we had built, ussssing partssss of it'ssss wonderousssss frozen ground, however, it missss-fired. It wassss ssssupposssssed to sssssend usssss to Sssssol's ice-planet, Pluto, I believe it wasssss, but insssstead, the Assssteroid began orbitting earth'ssss sssssun, drawn there by Ssssol'ssss asssssteroid belt. My peoplpe live along time, sssso my parents watched, assss day-in, and day out, sssstarships became more-and more advansssed, but they never took time to ssssstop and invesssstigate the asteroid belt. A ressssent mining effort wassss placed on that assssteroid, and they found me, only 19 yearssss old at that point, assss the lasssst ssssurviver of my race. All becausssse of the Andorianssss." She said, trailing off.
"How long ago was that?" Laurent asked.
"2 yearsss. I did not know much, other then how to cook. I wasss worried that no one would have a ussse for me, and that I would be sssent back to Andor, except that Admiral Morrow found me, and decided he knew "an old friend", I believe he ssssaid, with a bit of sarcasssm, I might add, who would have a usssse for me." She replied.
Laurent nodded.
"I frequently complain to him about the quality of replicated meals." Laurent said with a smile.
"Well then, Laurent, I will not be charging you for home-cooked mealssss, assss long asss you keep that Andorian helmsssman of yourssss out of my ressstaurant." She replied.
"I think you have a deal, Ms. Lamia." Laurent said with a smile.
"Good. I desssspisssessss the andorianssss." She said, with an annoyed look on her face.
"I didn't know they were even capable of that, until I viewed... well... we've got a little while still, I think you ought to hear my interesting tale." Laurent said.
"I likesss that idea." She replied.
"Well, you see, it never really existed, except that this beings called the Krenim..." Laurent started explaining to her the events that occured when the Krenim created "Second history".

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Chapter 3: Andorian company

Captain Katharyn Reid walked past a transparent aluminum window of the Utopia Planitia fleet yards, just in time to see Laurent take off. She watched the ship easily maneuvre past the clunkier ships, including one of the last to be comissioned Galaxy class ships, the USS Blizzard, commanded by a Captain Malcom White.
Katharyn had met White, briefly, as he was supposed to have been assigned to the Cathexis just before the Naian wars broke out, however, instead, he had annoyed one too many fleet admirals((namely Laurent)), and had been transferred at the last minute before the ship took off out of Utopia Planitia.
She walked along casually towards the shuttle-bay, and was shoved aside by a pudgy andorian who was frantically yelling "I'm late! I'm late! Out of my way! Out of my way!".
She shook her head.
As she entered the shuttle-bay, she looked at the andorian sitting infront of the strange shuttle-craft, and she glared at him.
"MOST people don't shove thier captains out of the way to make sure they get where they are going on time." She said, casually.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Captain! I didn't know it was you!" The andorian said in a somewhat repetitive manner.
"Well I am me, last time I checked, Captain Katharyn Reid. So you had better explain yoursel, Leiutenant Commander." She said, still keeping her cool.
He sat there, and stammered for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I said. I was in a hurry because I didn't want to be late, I didn't want to be late!" The andorian said.
She shook her head. This was going to be a LONG flight.

Chapter 4: Arrivals and departures
USS Crystalis
As Laurent finished his story, and his 5th cup of coffee, he got up, and grabbed another cup.
"That mussssst have been disssorienting." Lamia said quietly.
"It was, and disturbing to. I was constantly having those I cared for, who died, some 20 years back, thrown in my face, alive and well, and all I had to do was stop fighting, and it would have stayed that way, albeit, briefly. But when they managed to destroy EARTH, I knew I had to finish fixing things. After all, no one I cared about would have existed in that time-line, except those few onboard, and truth be told, I am not sure I would have wanted Reid to meet Tramira. There was something... oddly almost similar between the two." Laurent said, as he took a sip of the "fresh"-ly replicated cup.
Laurent had a sheer look of disgust in his face.
"I hope you can make a good cup of coffee, Lamia, I hate this replicated crap." He said with a bit of humor laced through his voice.
"Oh, trussst me, you'll be making ssstopsss into the messss-hall every 20 minutessss for a fresssh cup." She said with a laugh.
He smiled. He liked this strange creature. She reminded him of Lenara.
"Laurent... did any of it really happen, or wasss it all a dream?" She asked him.
He looked down at his bag of things.
"It really happened, Lamia, let me show you something." He said.
She watched, as Laurent pulled out one thing he had saved from second history. A plate beamed from the reckage of the ISS Voyager.
"Too Command and Conquer, ISssSsss Voyager, Imperial Elite cruissser." She read it, with alot of interest.
"All that is left of second history. I forgot that I had wrapped my jacket around it, and I was glad to see it once I beamed back up the the Cathexis." He said with a smile.
"May I.... disssplay thisss... in my ressstaurant?" She asked.
"Why would you want to do that?" Laurent asked.
"To... remember thosssse who fought for a time-line not thier own, a fellow extinct ssspecie." Lamia replied.
Laurent looked at the alien, and smiled.
"Of course, it IS your restaurant." He said, and went back to piloting the vessel.
She smiled.
"Attention spacedock control, this is the Catalyst, inbound for the USS Cathexis-B." Laurent said into the micro-phone.
"Roger that, Catalyst, prepare for docking maneuvres." the dock-master replied.
This time, Laurent couldn't help but laugh.
Lamia laughed too.
"Catalyst, this is space-dock... what's so funny?" the dock-master replied.
Lamia looked at Laurent.
"Inssside joke." She said into the micro-phone.
"Ah. Sorry for interfering then." came the polite, and confused reply.
Laurent and Lamia burst into laughter again.

USS Solaris
If there was anything that Katharyn was about to burst into, it was tears. This andorian was REALLY grating her nerves.
"Preparing for launch." She said calmly.
"Attention spacedock, this is the Solaris requesting permission to dis-embark." the Andorian said into the microphone at the helm station.
"Roger that, Solaris, You are cleared for take-off." came the reply of Admiral Morrow.
Katharyn pointed a finger at him.
"I'm going to go relax in the 'luxurious quarters' this thing is supposed to have. YOU get to sit here and pilot the ship, and talk to yourself, as punishment for being rude to a superior officer." She said, and abruptly left for the nearest crew quarters available.
She hoped like hell there was enough time for a nice long bubble bath, with a warm cup of coffee.

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Starfleet Headquarters, Earth.
Morrow sat there, quietly. He thought of his brother, who had used a different last name.
Admiral Dougherty had been killed during that business with the Sona some time back, however, Morrow was annoyed by the family resemblences. Back then, Morrow had barely looked like some of the cadets these days' age, now? He looked in the mirror and saw his much older brother.
He sighed.
"Computer, Call up the crew listings for any main person on the USS Cathexis." He said aloud. He had completely neglected to see WHO he was sending on-board, other then Reid, and Crystalis.

"Working." It replied.
Morrow stared at the screen.

Captain Reid, Katharyn
Human


Captain Crystalis
Naian
Note: Due to Naian physiology, the figure displayed is inaccurate, based on the fact that the "shimmer" of the captain's skin deflects some of the camera's rays.


Morrow almost went blind at the brightness displayed on that file, he rubbed his eyes, and quickly pressed "Page down".

Civilian Chef Lamia
Unknown

Unknown to most Federation Members, she is the last of her specie, mostly due to the direct actions of greedy andorians, some several centuries ago. It is thought that Andor's membership may be directly in the line of fire due to this.

Lt. Commander Thomal
Andorian
Helm Officer

A somewhat disgraced Andorian, Thomal has a mild speech impedement, which annoys the heck out of most people around him. Considered one of the best pilots within the federation.

Lt. Commander James McNally
Human
Ops Officer

-Data Classified- Section 31.

EMH Mark I, ECH Mark I
Holographic programs
Chief Medical Officer, Emergency Conn officer

Out-of-date. Please Update to the newest versions by visiting a friendly programmer on a starbase near you.


Morrow shook his head.

He stared at the last line, and wondered if he could keep up with that maxim.
USS Cathexis-B; Temporal Technician project
Project leader:
Admiral James Morrow

-Classified-

Morrow looked at the basic members of the crew, and shook his head. It was going to be difficult for Reid, and Crystalis. Especially between the Andorian and that snake woman.

Chapter 5: Snakes and Ladders.

The whole ship appeared to be having issues with it's power controls. Laurent had noticed that, as he had to manually fly the shuttle in, after waiting 12 minutes for the shuttle-bay to open.
"Looks like we're taking the ladder up to our respective decks." Laurent said quietly.
Lamia looked down.
"Captain... I'm not exactly... ladder friendly." She said quietly.
Laurent looked past her, towards the transporter inside the Catalyst.
"Look, Lamia, it's either you go through the transporter, you find a place to wait for the power to come up, or you come with me up the ladders." Laurent said quietly.
Lamia visibly shuddered at the word Transporter, shook her head, and followed him through the corridor.
"How many decksss isss it between here and the messssshall?" She asked.
Laurent quickly flipped through his mind trying to remember the deck listings.
"We're on deck 9. The Mess-hall is on deck 2." Laurent said, slightly annoyed, realizing that the bridge was one deck FURTHER then that.
Laurent grabbed hold of the ladder, looked up, and then looked down.
Vertigo set in, and atleast 5 of his 6 cups of coffee took a trip down 6 decks.
As he climbed up a couple steps, he watched lamia, who frantically grabbed onto one rung with both hands, while attempting to wrap her tail around a lower one.
It was going to be a LONG way up.

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Chapter 5B: Thomal makes a grand entrance.

Katharyn had barely managed to get out of the bath-tub, and get dressed again, before the Andorian had signaled that they were aproaching the Cathexis.
"Damn! The tractor beam isn't working." She heard him say.
As she stepped out of the crew quarters, she looked at the view-port, and cursed.
It was at that exact moment that Thomal crashed the shuttle into a cargo-bin inside the shuttlebay.
Her wet hair, which HAD been done nicely fell out of place as she flew across the ship and landed on the Tactical control panel.
"Well, my andorian little friend, you certainly know how to make an entrance." She said casually, and then passed out.
"Thomal to sickbay, medical emergency in the Shuttle-bay." The andorian said after re-collecting his comm-badge which had taken a 4 foot flight from his uniform.

USS Cathexis-BBetween decks 3 and 4.
It had taken them nearly 2 hours to get here, and Laurent was surprised that Katharyn hadn't passed them yet.
Lamia was showing signs of getting ready to give up, but it was only another deck and a half to go.
From above, he heard a british accent trip, and start saying "Oh Shi-".
He reached out, and narrowly caught the Lt Commander, who Laurent remembered, as Lt. Commander James McNally, the Ops officer.
"Looks like you weren't expecting the lifts to be out." Laurent said as he held the scrawny officer inches from Lamia's head.
"Ah! Get it away! It's a snake!" McNally yelled.
Lamia stuck out her tongue.
"Hiss!! Sssshow sssome ressspect to a lady, will you?" She said, glaring at him.
This, of course, made him squirm, and made the captain almost lose grip of him.
"STOP THAT." Laurent ordered.
McNally regained his thoughts, and grabbed hold of the rungs.
"Going up or down?" Lamia asked politely.
"Down." He said.
She glared at him.
"Then either climb over me, or wait for the next car. I'm not ssstoping now that I've got THISSSSS far." She said.
He cleared his throat, climbed off to the side, and sat on the ledge marking deck 3.
"I'll just wait for the next car." He said quietly, and watched Lamia and Laurent slowly climb upwards.

USS Cathexis-B Shuttlebay.
The EMH activated outside of the shuttle, and looked around.
There was a shuttle warp pilon stuck on the shuttle-bay doors, the other one was still attached to the Solaris, however, the Solaris currently had a storage bin where it's communications beacon should be.
As the EMH walked carefully aboard, he found Thomal, sitting there, staring at Captain Reid, with absolutely no idea what to do.
Reid, on the other hand, had passed out.
Ontop of the Tactical Console.
The EMH looked from the wreck outside the viewport to the captain to Thomal.
"Looks like you've got alot of explaining to do." It said quietly, and put a hand on the captains arm.
"Site-to-site transport, EMH+1 to Sickbay, medical emergency." He said aloud.
The computer played an affirmation noise, and the two of them vanished.
Thomal sat there, staring at the spot where Reid had been for another 3 hours before he realized that she had gone.

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Chapter 5C: Crashing underway.
Laurent stared at the situation console of the bridge.
Thomal was sitting with his hands under his buttocks, under strict orders to allow the ship to fly itself with verbal commands only.
So far, 24 hours after everyone had come aboard, Thomal had managed to almost kill one of the co-captains, already putting him on the bad side of the other one, become banned from the messhall, and managed to effectively put himself on probation when the starship, under his control, had lost half a warp pilon trying to get out of starbase 1.
It had taken nearly 6 hours to put the Captain back together, and another 4 ontop of that to put the Cathexis back together.
Laurent eyed the andorian annoyingly.
He instantly decided, upon meeting him, that he didn't like the bug.
"Lt. Commander Thomal, you will spend the remainder of this shift, and the next, reviewing Aurora class upgrades to the Helm console in the main library. After which point, you will undergo 19 consecutive flight courses on the holo-deck with the safeties off until you either die, or pass." Laurent said, glaring at him.
McNally stood there, shaking his head.
"Computer, warp 1, please. Wherever it is our orders say we are going." Laurent said aloud.
"Syntax Error, the USS Cathexis-B has yet to receive orders." The ATAI said calmly.
"Standard orbit around earth then." Lauent said, and looked towards McNally.
"You owe the bartender an apology." Laurent said, in a dissaproving tone.
"She almost ATE me." McNally replied.
"I would have too, if someone had treated me that way." Lauent said.
"Sir..." McNally started, but Laurent cut him off.
"Look. This is what is going to happen. The ATAI is going to drive this ship in circles, I am going to visit my wife in sickbay, and YOU are going to the messhall, and are going to apologize to the barkeep. Either you two patch things up or she puts you on the menu, so I'd be sincere if I were you, Lt. Commander." Laurent said, and walked towards the turbo-lift which was thankfully running again.
"Oh... Lt. Commander, please remember that I can track your comm-badge AND bio signature. If your not in the messhall by the time I'm in sickbay, I'm giving you three demerits, and forcing you to wash dishes for a week." Laurent said, turned around and walked into the turbo-lift.
McNally was already going down the 'lift on the other side of the bridge.

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Chapter 6: Interpersonal Relationships.

Messhall
James McNally peeked his head in carefully.
And Lamia must have known he was comming.
DAMN HIM. McNally thought, as a frying pan barely missed his head.
"YOU! OUT OF MY KITCHEN! YOU ARE ALMOSSST AS BAD ASSS THE BLOODY ANDORIANSSS WITH YOUR RACISSSSM." She yelled, and threw a plate at him.
That's not good. Frying pans to plates. Soon it would get as small as kitchen utensils. he thought.
"Look! I'm sorry, okay? I had a bad incident with a snake-like specie when... I can't exactly say when, or where, that's... classified, but I'm sorry that what I said hurt you." McNally said, quietly.
A wine-glass narrowly missed his hand.
"I'M SORRY!" McNally yelled.
Lamia glared at him.
"I don't believesss you!" She said.
"Look! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you, I've just got this little phobia of snake-like beings." McNally said quietly.
She shook her head, and looked down at her tail.
"Doessss it really make me sssso different from you? Or from the captain? Isss it sssso evil for someone to be partially ssssnake, that it requiressss immediate attack or insssult?" She asked.
McNally looked down. He realized he had struck a REALLY sore nerve.
Then it hit him.
"Isn't that like being Andorian? is it so bad to be blue? or to have antennae?" He asked, completely not understanding the command crew's hatred of poor Thomal.
Three knives narrowly missed his head.
Apparently he tripped over ANOTHER really sore nerve.
He was good at that.
"Okay... look. I honestly don't understand why ANY of the crew dislikes Thomal, personally. You have personal demons, most likely based on Andorians, and I have personal demons based on snake-like beings. Is it possible that atleast the TWO OF US could come to some sort of understanding that doesn't include throwing kitchen supplies at me?" He asked.
Lamia looked down at the butcher's knife at the table, and then back up at the strange human.
"Assssss long asss you sssstop insssulting me, I will ssstop throwing thingsss at you." She said quietly.
McNally nodded, and sat down at the bar.
"So.... what happened." He asked.
She looked down.

15 years ago.
Lamia was only 6. She looked around, not understanding what the big rock was for. All she knew was that it was going into space, and she was going with it.
She had barely lived through the last andorian raiding party, and she watched her school teacher try to protect her students.
For that, she was stripped, grilled, and eaten, right there.
Lamia had been the only one smart enough to hide in the book cabinet.
And the only one to survive.
Once she heard the whine of the "Transporter of death" thing, she quickly slithered out of the school as fast as she could.

Later that day, she watched as the rocketship prepared to launch the "assteroid" thing into space.
As she watched the world dissapear, she shuddered at the thought of what was happening to her people. At age 6, she was one of the last 3 remaining of her species.

Messhall
As she finished her tale, she whiped the counter that the Lt. Commander was sitting infront of, and slithered casually back towards the kitchen to start making dinner, which, much to the Lt. Commander's relief, did not include the Lt. Commander.

Sickbay
As Laurent walked in, he saw that his wife was still not concious.
"Damnit, Emett. Hurry up and fix her." Laurent said, rather irritated.
"She's a woman, not a garbage receptical, and I'm a doctor, not a repairman. My science takes time to work." Emett replied.
Laurent sighed, and sat down next to the bio-bed katharyn was lying on.
"Are you going to sit there, and sulk, and be a general nuisance, and get in the way, like most patient's families do?" Emett asked.
Laurent looked up at him.
"I'm her husband, not her family, more to the point, Emett, I'm the captain of this ship. Refine your tone, or that is EXACTLY what I will do." Laurent said, and looked back at Katharyn.

Holo-deck 1:
Thomal cursed at the 3rd broken bone this damn holo-deck had given him.
He wondered how many bones he had in his body, shrugged the idea off, and went back to flying the simulated ship.

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--Author's request--
I'm requesting to lock this topic... I'm going to try and start a new fan fiction... but I can't continue this storyline.