"Shemlok Puppy"
by Lieutenant Sam
and Junior Lieutenant Arthas Hex

Location: Holodeck 2, USS Sulu
Stardate 57907.03 00h10

***

Arthas awaited Sam's arrival inside of Holodeck 2. They had arranged a repeat of the Shemlok program after their last meeting. Since then they had met on the bridge of the Sulu but not outside of professional commitments.

Arthas didn't have too many friends as of yet, but he included Sam as one of them. He liked Sam. He found him interesting and wanted to learn more about him.

Arthas was just about finished tinkering with the new puppy he had created for Sam and all he needed now was for Sam to arrive, and describe what he wanted the puppy to look like and to board it for the first time.

"Arthas," Sam called as he strode through the holodeck doors. "Arthas are you in here? It is Sam. I have come to examine my Shemlok."

"Yes, Sam, I'm here and all I need is for you to describe what you want your puppy to look like," Arthas shouted toward the voice.

Sam found Arthas and quickly approached. "I am not certain if I am familiar with the parameters available for creatures of this species."

Arthas replied, "Colour, shape, full-grown size, name, and intelligence."

"Again," Sam answered, "I am unfamiliar with the options available for the parameters specified. I will allow you to make those specifications, Arthas. I will trust your judgement."

"Alright," Arthas replied, inputting some decent figures in.

Within a moment of him finishing his input a horse-sized animal appeared.

"This is your puppy," Arthas announced. "You may give it a name. Just say 'hello,' and then the name in Trill into his ear."

Sam stepped forward and leaned his face toward the shemlok's ear. "Hello--" Sam quickly searched through his stored data for appropriate Trill names, starting with the crew manifest of the Sulu and working outward. "--Mandosoricrex." He then turned to Arthas and raised an eyebrow. "Is that an appropriate name, Arthas?"

"That's a very famous Trill name and yes I suppose it will be appropriate," Arthas replied. "Now then, I've given you quite an intelligent puppy and all you have to do is say a simple instruction, like with the other Shemlok. Except that this one should get used to you."

"Mandosoricrex," Sam said, turning to his shemlok once more. "Hello. I am Lieutenant Sam."

"Hello, Loop-tent-ant Sam," the shemlok answered.

Sam affected a smile for the Mandosoricrex, and the shemlok mimicked the expression. "I believe Mandosoricrex will be much more suitable for me."

"It is much easier when you teach them from the beginning. Try and walk it around the pen," Arthas suggested, indicating a small wooden-fenced pen in which Sam could go for a trot

"Very well," Sam said. "Come, Mandosoricrex. We will walk now."

"Urm," the shemlok said as Sam began leading him. "Hmmm. Hello." The shemlok stooped its head to the ground as they were walking, and took a large leaf into his mouth. It then began chewing as they walked. "Good. Urp."

Sam glanced from shemlok to Arthas. "I believe he is content in my company."

"It seems that way," Arthas replied. "Let's try mounting him."

"Of course," Sam said. He stepped into position and easily mounted the shemlok, perfectly performing the action Arthas had shown him the other day.

Arthas boarded his own Shemlok, who grunted a hello.

"Right, well see if you can follow me," Arthas said, getting his Shemlok into a gallop and then a sprint.

"Mandosoricrex," Sam called as Arthas raced away. "Follow Arthas and Tiadra!"

***Two hours later***

Sam and Arthas walked out of the Holodeck after a lengthy trip. Arthas was sweating slightly, his t-shirt slightly wet. Sam however was as he was before.

"Did you enjoy that, Sam?" Arthas asked.

Sam did a quick full-system diagnostic and compared the results to the typical human analog for enjoyment. Once he was satisfied that his own status matched that of a human who was considered to be enjoying himself, he turned to Arthas and nodded. "Yes," he said. "I believe I did enjoy that."

"I'm glad," Arthas replied, catching his breath. "So, I'm not especially tired. What would you like to do?"

"Perhaps we can ride to that ridge overlooking the valley beyond," Sam suggested. "I believe I read that there are some acceptable locations for grazing there."

"I prefer to only ride my Shemlok in short instances. For its health and my own. What I meant was, is there anything else that you enjoy doing that I could take part in?" Arthas asked.

Sam glanced at the shemloks and then back to Arthas. "I do not understand," he said. "These shemloks are holographic constructs; they will not suffer from any ill health if we continue to ride them."

Arthas sighed. "I suppose you're right but don't forget that I knew the real version of this animal" He patted the hologram. "And I know his limits."

"Am I to understand then, that this simulacrum has been programmed with the same limitations in regards to endurance and stamina as a biological sample of the same species?"

"Yes, you'd be correct," Arthas replied. "So, like I said. Is there anything you would like to do?"

"I would be interested in partaking in other activities that are of interest to you, Arthas. For myself, I have no discernible preference."

Arthas smiled. Sam doesn't have any ideas of his own but he wants to learn what I like to do, he thought.

"Computer, Arch," Arthas ordered.

The metallic arch of the Holodeck appeared and Arthas approached it, accessing his private collection. He loaded up a Poker game, in which he deleted one of the characters.

The other four, one a famous Trill and the other a famous card player from Human origin.

"Let's play poker." Arthas smiled as he guided Sam to the table.

Sam cocked his head to the side as he accessed his stored data on the Terran card game of poker. "Ante up," he said as he sat down at the table.

---

"Band Camp"
By: Ensign Jermaine Gordo
Ensign Kit Markham
Ensign Amy Reese
Ensign Dwayne Sanchez
Ensign Cristobel Sefton

Location: Auditorium, USS Sulu
Stardate 57907.03, 00h15

***

Amy went apprehensively and slowly towards the auditorium, where the band was no doubt already assembled and waiting for their guitarist and back-up singer. It wasn't the rehearsal Amy was anxious about, it was facing Kit for the first time after her affair with Dwayne that now knotted her stomach. She didn't know if she would crack under the strain of his loving gaze and admit to it all, or whether she would easily lie to him without remorse. Already she was feeling the weight of her guilt crushing her chest, so it was clear if she intended to keep the secret, it would be a difficult one to bear for long.

Amy balked upon reaching the door of the rehearsal hall and almost turned back. She couldn't simply abandon him without an explanation, though she would be doing him a favour. But not herself. Amy had never liked anyone as much as she did Kit, and if she did ruin what they had, she knew she would never forgive herself.

Affecting her most cheerful smile, Amy persevered and stepped through the now parting doors. She would keep up the lie for as long as she could, for his sake, and would make up for it on their next night together, when she would shower him with bliss.

To distract him from any sadness that might make its way to her eyes, Amy had worn a dazzling long, white skirt topped with a fitted tank top that came to just below her ribs and left her naval visible, for Kit's pleasure, of course. If that wasn't distraction enough, Amy knew she truly was doomed.

She approached the stage where he was tuning his guitar, unaware of her arrival. Gordo was setting up his drum equipment and was oblivious to her presence as well. Amy leaned her hands on the stage and watched Kit dreamily, feeling her heart flutter. What they had was true and real, and she was so close to ruining it all. Amy's smile faded, and with a sigh she lowered her head, closing her eyes against her inner turmoil. I'm such a fool...

The sound of a tuning guitar had stopped as soon as Kit noticed Amy was standing behind him. He quickly set the musical instrument aside and quickly hurried over to her side. "Hey there," he said, and slid to a stop at the edge of the stage, and dropped down to where he was seated beside her. "Would you believe I almost flew the ship into a star today while I was daydreaming of you? Captain demoted me and everything. Okay, so there wasn't a star or demotion, but there was daydreaming."

Amy laughed softly, but kept her eyes from drifting up to his. "Well...I thought a lot about you too today. Good thoughts about you, but not so good a day."

"Oh no," Kit said, the face she wouldn't look at suddenly showing his concern. "What happened today? And, how can I make it better?"

Amy shrugged and raised her head briefly to give him a wan smile, then hung it low again and sank into his embrace. "This will do just fine," she whispered.

Kit held her close and kissed the top of her head. "Good," he said. "Maybe tonight, after all this, I can help make everything really alright."

Amy nodded her head as it lay against his chest. "Kel's gonna sleep over, but we can do something before. I just..." She sighed and held him tighter. "I think I love you, Kit."

The blow of not being able to spend the night with Amy was hard, but that it was quickly followed up by a potential profession of love left Kit feeling somewhat stunned and bewildered. He was gazing at her, unable to shift his eyes. "I...I think I love you too, Amy," he whispered. "From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special and amazing between us. I can't stop thinking about you. And, when we're apart, there's an aching emptiness that needs to be filled by you. Oh wow. I love you, Amy."

Some of Amy's consuming sorrow faded slightly, and a hint of her normally beaming smile touched her lips as she gazed up at Kit. "You do? I mean...like, really?" She laughed gently and slipped her hands up to his cheeks. "Oh God, Kit...I've never known anyone like you before. I really don't want to ruin this. Please believe me when I say that I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you. Please believe that."

Kit laughed. "Of course you wouldn't," he said. "We're perfect together. How could you possible do anything to hurt me?"

Amy smiled ruefully at Kit and simply leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. He would never find out from her. She couldn't bear to see the love in his eyes now completely revert to heartwrenching pain. "Come on," she whispered. "Let's go play some tunes."

Kit frowned. "Sure," he said uncertainly. "Everything...everything is alright, isn't it? Amy?"

"Of course," she replied quickly. "I mean...we love each other, so why shouldn't everything be absolutely perfect?" She chuckled and kissed Kit again. "Stop being so silly and help me up."

Kit laughed though he still felt a nagging bit of concern. "Okay," he said, and then offered a hand to help Amy get up onto the stage. "So, you've been practising?"

Amy smiled guiltily, though for a reason other than her infidelity. "I didn't...but I can just do some back-up singing tonight if you don't want me ruining the sound with my horrible playing."

"No, play," Kit said with a laugh. "This'll give you practice, especially with a group. I got word there's supposed to be a couple others coming in today. Ensign Solok wanted to join up, but changed his mind when I told him the kind of music we'd be playing would have little room for a Vulcan lyre. But, I did tell him if we ever found a piece that could use one, I'd let him know."

Amy nodded distractedly, wondering if she should even mention Dwayne. But if he showed up, she wouldn't have to. "I...sorta invited someone too," Amy said nervously. "He says he plays the piano. But...but you don't have to give him the gig if he's no good just because I know him."

"Well, I'll give him a chance," Kit said. "Before the other day, you didn't know how to hold a guitar, and now look at you. So, if we can help your friend out, sure. Everyone gets a shot."

Amy smiled at Kit fondly and said, "You're wonderful, Kit Markham." After a long, lingering gaze, Amy laughed bashfully and looked away, only to lock eyes with Jermaine. "Hi, Gordo. Sorry about the hair," she said, tweaking a loose lock. "I'll be sure and dread it next time. But at least you look good. You all ready to jam?"

His eyes met Amy's as he finished setting up his drum kit. He took a seat behind it to make a few last minute adjustments before he replied, "Good evening, Amy." He followed with a slight grin as he took a pair of sticks from the bag nearby and began sound testing his drums.

Jermaine noticed a slight change in Reese's attitude, though it could have just been nerves, so he let it be.

She smiled, then looked between Kit and Jermaine. "So...is this it?"

"For now," Kit said with a grin. "Come on, let's finish getting this stuff set up. Gordo, a beat, if you will."

***

Dwayne made his way from his quarters after his shift. He'd spent some of his replicator rations to replicate the outfit he was wearing: a pair of tight black leather pants, an old fashioned pair of combat boots, and a black leather vest. Nothing else. The pants were so tight that he couldn't possibly wear any undershorts for fear the lines would show through the leather.

He shifted every now and then to get the tight leather from bunching in his groin, which made some of his other crewmates laugh as they watched his strange dance.

Amy said it would be right around... Ah, here it is. Here's hoping that whatever happens doesn't happen in a group setting. He was of course talking about a possible admission from either himself or Amy. But of course, I don't even know what Kit looks like.

The door sensors opened the doors for him the moment he was within range and then he walked into the auditorium. He recognized Amy instantly, after all she was his roommate. He walked to the stage and his eyes had riveted to the keyboard instantly. He leapt to the stage and ran his hands over the keys. Oh wow, this thing must have taken a lot of protons to make.

Ignoring all the others in the room, he sat at the keyboard and started in on Air Supply's version of 'Unchained Melody' circa 1995. The instant his hands touched the keyboard all sounds around him went silence, all but the tune he was playing on the keyboard. His vision was practically black; the only thing within his line of sight was the keyboard. The only thing running through his brain was the notes and tune for the song he played from memory.

Moments later, after the tune was done, he looked around to see that he indeed had an audience, and a blush stained his cheeks. "I...I'm sorry, it's just been so long since I played, I couldn't help myself."

Kit glanced around and stepped forward. "Hey there," he said. "Nice work there at the keyboard. I'm Kit Markham. That's Gordo with the sticks, and Amy behind me with the axe."

Amy laughed awkwardly and stepped forward. "Uh...this is Dwayne, Kit. The guy I told you about?"

Dwayne nodded. "Yeah, I know Amy." He offered Kit his hand. "I'm Dwayne."

Kit chuckled. "Oh, hello, Dwayne, and I must thank you very much for wearing clothes today." He glanced at Amy and grinned. "Seriously, Amy has told me so much about you. And, I'm glad to have you at the keys, as long as you remember this isn't a clothing optional band."

He gave Amy a sideways glance at Kit's remark. "Uh, yeah. Well, I only go without when I want to be comfortable, although I'm almost wishing I'd chosen something else to wear, these things are bunching up." He stood once more to see if he could free his groin from the tight leather again then glanced up. "Sorry."

Amy giggled at the sight of his clingy pants and was forced to look away.

Jermaine watched the man as he played the keyboard. Thinking to himself he might have to teach the man something about dressing more stylish he just grinned as the thought subsided. Listening intently to the song he played he wondered what kind of band was forming here.

His curiosity got the better of him as he spoke up. "So what sort of style are we going for here?"

Jermaine looked to the faces of his other band members and waited for a reply before he would start to play.

"So, we've got pretty much everything set now. Though, I'm always open to more. We could have a really wild sound if we could get some more exotic instruments. Maybe I'll have to call Solok in." He grinned at his three bandmates.

Standing hardly a step inside the entranceway, Cristobel Sefton, still in uniform, cleared his throat. "Um...hello?"

Dwayne glanced up, hearing Cris' voice. He'd only met the man once, but he was sure he recognized his voice the moment he spoke. He only offered him a nod before sitting back at the keys.

Amy's head swung around towards the familiar voice and she shrieked. "Crissy!" She giggled and hopped off the stage, then launched herself towards him. Cris' eyes widened and he looked ready to back away through the door before he was tackled, but instead of flinging herself at him, Amy scampered to a halt and grabbed his hand. "You here to audition?" she asked brightly, while tugging him forcefully into the room. "Oh, of course you are!" she replied for him.

"Of course," Cris enthused. He gazed across the room, and then turned to Amy to whisper, "Audition for what?"

"The band, of course, silly Crissy! I mean...that is why you're here, isn't it?"

"Well...you weren't really clear on why I had to be here -- you were kinda distracted today -- but, yeah, a band...could be fun," Cris replied hesitantly. "Unless you already have a trysette player."

Amy frowned quizzically at Cris. "A trysette? Well...considering I have no idea what that is, I don't think we do." She grinned again and led Cris up the stage.

Dwayne listened to everyone as he sat at the keyboard. He wasn't sure what he was doing here. First there was Kit. Of course he just met the man, but somehow he didn't think the guy would like it too much to hear about the possible, even one time, affair that he and Amy had the night before. He'd never done anything like that before, and he didn't intend on doing it again. Not if I can help it. He sighed, yet not a single word left his mouth.

Amy waved her hands in the air to gain everyone's attention, even though she already had it, then slipped her arm through Cris' happily. "Everyone, this is Ensign Cristobel Sefton, Crissy for short. He wants to know if there's still room for a...a... What was it called again?"

"Trysette," Cristobel clarified. "It's almost like a...uh...guitar. Sort of. And, really, 'Cris' is shorter than Crissy."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Oh, so sensitive..."

Shrugging, Cristobel said, "I have no problem with you calling me Crissy, but Cris is shorter."

Dwayne went to playing the keyboard. The sound coming from the keys sounded somewhat lonesome, even romantic. He played the keys silently so that no one would hear him. Of course, he had no idea how loudly the keyboard could sound, but he kept playing.

Kit glanced over at the keyboards, where Dwayne still was plinking away softly. Had the keyboard not been hooked up to an amp, it might not have been making any noise at all. He looked away from Dwayne to the others, and then moved to grab his bass. "Okay, let's get this started. Computer, could we get a trysette on stage? Amy on guitar, Cris on try, me on bass, Dwayne at the keys, and Gordo's got the sticks. I think we've got something good here. Amy, dear, pick a song."

She raised her eyebrows. "Me? But...I..." A grin suddenly spread her lips. "A little jazz," she said smoothly. "Anyone know 'Stars Rising in Binary'?"

Kit grinned. "A very good choice," he said with a special grin for her. "Let's do it. If you don't know it already, this will be a test of your improvisational skills." With that, he started up with the bassline, casting another grin in Amy's direction.

Dwayne didn't know it...but after a few beats he picked up a general idea of what he needed. He started picking out the main chords and using his right hand he picked out the melody. He'd been pretty good at improvising back when he was taking lessons as a kid, but he hadn't used those skills for a while and he had to remember what he had to do to re-orient himself with those skills again.

Cristobel just grimaced. Even when he had free reign to improvise his own music, he tended to hear it out in his head perfectly, before attempting it on the trysette and adjusting it from there. To make this 'test' more trying was that he'd only heard Terran jazz music once in his entire life. He'd listened to Terran music quite a bit in his youth, but ever since his Academy days, Cris had been practically addicted to contemporary Betazoid music. Regardless, he wasn't one to simply accept defeat when things seemed less than perfect. Even after Dwayne started playing, Cris waited several bars more, listening to Amy intently, to be able to match her melody. Once the song reached a repetitive chorus, as Terran songs were wont to do, Cris hoped he'd be able to work out a harmony.

Amy closed her eyes as she played, even though she wasn't quite familiar with the fingering positions on the guitar yet. She let the music guide her, but tried to play quietly so her every wrong note wouldn't throw the others off. The song sounded passably like the one she had in mind, with much improvisation from those who weren't familiar with it. Though, the music was still wonderful.

"This is great!" she hollered to Kit.

"Not bad for the first time playing together," he called back. He shifted closer to Amy, his face split in a wide grin. Once he was close enough, he leaned his head close to hers. "Have I ever mentioned how damn sexy you look with a guitar?"

Amy's fingers slipped and struck a discordant note, then she quickly broke into giggles. "Sexy enough to drag me backstage and have your way with me?"

"Sexy enough to have my way with you right here if it wouldn't get us tossed in the brig. Though, backstage sounds fun."

"Not now," she whispered, then snickered. "You're distracting me. My poor fingers keep hitting all the wrong strings because of you!"

"Once practice is done, I'll hit all your right strings." He gave her another mischievous grin, and started backing away.

Amy's face flushed crimson and she quickly looked away, to hide both her embarrassment and her sudden guilt. The man she loved was standing right next to her, while the man she'd cheated on him with was not five feet away. She clenched her eyes shut against the sounds of her conscience admonishing her, and continued to play, though with trembling hands now.

With a wild laugh, Kit turned away from Amy. They were all holding their own. He flashed Cristobel a grin, and then gave Dwayne a thumb's up. Gordo, of course, got a cheeky grin. Despite the fact that they'd not played together for more than three minutes, they sounded amazing.

With no other reference to the song, Cris' harmony included discordant notes to match the ones that arose wherever Amy's fingers slipped. He didn't care much, though, as the flirty energy coming from the guitarist and bassist were practically intoxicating. But then telepathically-untrained Amy had tried to hide certain thoughts, and those always lit up in Cris' brain like neon lights. And suddenly Amy's distraction made sense. And Cris ended up adding discordant notes of his own to the mix.

Dwayne noticed his roommate making quiet conversation with the bass guitarist and he was wondering what they were discussing. But, he wasn't as innocent as he used to be, so he could pretty much guess, and a matching blush stained his cheeks. Then he blushed a deeper shade of crimson when Kit gave him the thumb's up. After that he decided to just ignore Kit and, for the moment, Amy, and just concentrate on the keyboard.

They continued playing on, each new number seeming to give them more comfort playing together. By the end of their practice, Amy was hitting most of the chords exactly as they should be hit, especially without the attention being lavished upon her by Kit. The most important part of it though, was that they all had fun.

***

Kit packed away his bass, and was again grinning at each member of the band. "You know, guys, we sounded great! There are still some rough spots, but that will be worked out with time. I think it won't be long before we'll be ready to play in the lounge. Some night, we should stake out Stencil's bandstand, and just see what happens." He laughed again and shook his head. "You guys are all amazing!"

Amy laughed as she loosely wrapped her arms around Kit's neck from behind and rested her chin upon his shoulder. "Leave it up to Kit here to get excited over a little music."

Pulling the trysette's strap off his shoulder, Cris placed the holographic instrument down on the stage and dematerialised it. "Lounge..." he muttered to himself. "Great..." he unenthused.

Dwayne pulled his fingers from the keyboard. He'd watched as Amy practically hung off Kit. He tore his gaze from them both and stood up. "Yeah, it was a good jam session." He used one of his favorite words, a twentieth century slang term. "Let me know the next time you get together, will ya?"

Then, without waiting for a response, he left the auditorium...afraid of what Amy, or even Kit or anyone else, would see in his eyes if he stayed too much longer.

Although Kit and many of the others seemed confused about Dwayne's departure, Amy knew all too well why he was in such a rush to leave, especially with her clinging to Kit as she was. "He's...just a little shy," she explained to them unconvincingly. She eased away from Kit and slipped up beside him, wearing as bright a smile as she could manage. "So, I guess our band's complete. This is great! So...should we schedule weekly practice sessions or something?"

"Weekly?" Kit asked as he thought about it. "Actually, I think every other day, though every day would be best. We can do every other though. How's that sound for everyone?"

"Shiny," Cristobel beamed. And mentally noted to play his trysette all night to prepare for the next session -- perhaps to even try writing some songs.

Kit flashed a grin to Cris. "We'll also pick out some songs we can all work on," he said. "The improv is nice, but we want to be able to sound polished when we play. But, that will be next time. If you have any favourite songs you want to do, bring them next time. And, Amy, if you could pass that on to Dwayne when you see him."

"I'll tell him tonight...in our quarters, of course," she stammered. "Though, I'll tell him to keep the leather at home next time."

Kit laughed. "Good idea," he said. "A little is fine, but that was bordering on Klingon battle dress."

Amy giggled. "So...does anyone wanna go for a drink in the lounge or is everyone pooped?"

"I'm up for a drink," Kit answered quickly.

"Gotta go," Cris said with a pout, and then a smirk. "Corran needs cuddles."

"Oh, phooey on you," Amy teased, then she bounced over to her friend and embraced him. "I'll see you during shift tomorrow." She winked at him and, grinning suggestively, said, "Give Corran a big kiss for me."

"You do the same," Cris insisted boisterously, and then very softly added, "to whoever." He flashed her a full-face grin, and turned to saunter out.

Amy watched Cris wide-eyed and speechless as he left, and definitely knew she had to have a chat with him tomorrow.

Kit slipped his arms around Amy then, and nuzzled his face against her throat, kissing her as he did. "Come on," he said, "let's go find somewhere private to be. We have unfinished business."

Amy nodded rigidly, and passed her hands over Kit's. "Maybe we should wait until Gordo's not here?"

"A drink would be good," he said from behind them with a grin on his face. "I will join you there after I get these drums put away." Turning back to the equipment he began tearing it down and politely minded his own business.

Amy glanced back at Kit with raised eyebrows. "I guess our little tryst will have to wait. Too bad for you," she said, pressing back against Kit, "I was really working up to the idea too."

"Working up to--? You know, keep up that attitude, Reese," Kit said playfully, "and I'll have to find myself a mistress who's more enthusiastic about her trysts with Kit Markham."

"So, my screams aren't enthusiastic enough?" Amy giggled and gently jammed her elbow into Kit's gut. "Hands off, Kit Markham. We're still in public."

"I don't know," Kit said with a laugh as he rubbed at his injured gut, "maybe you have to work up to those screams too." He allowed his hands to brush over her body once, and then pulled them away. "I'll keep my hands to myself. Though, I can still give you lecherous looks, can't I?"

Amy chuckled as she turned and slipped her arms around his waist. "Why, certainly, Nathanial."

"You know," he said with a lecherous grin, "I really like it when you call me that. I've never liked people calling me by my given name, but from you..."

"It's because I say it with a smile. That's it, isn't it?"

"Well, there's also that purr in your voice," he said. "And, then there's those screams."

Amy giggled and nuzzled her nose to Kit's. She could almost see Gordo rolling his eyes. "We should help him pack, so we can have that drink and then...well...you know."

"Do I ever know?" Kit said with a laugh. "Come on, Gordo, let us give you a hand...or four of them as the case may be."

The trio made short work of the drum kit, and other instruments. Once everything was safely and securely stowed, they headed out of the small auditorium to grab a quick drink together. After that Amy and Kit found that Kit's bunkmate was on shift, leaving his quarters conveniently devoid of prying eyes that might require averting when the clothing went flying. Since Amy would be spending the evening with Kelzira, they had much to make up for...and make up for it they did!

---

"Supply and Demand"
Ensign Mason Farrell - Operations Officer

Location: Risa, Siguenza market complex
Stardate: 57907.03, 12h00

***

The Nausicaan was grumpy. His credit account had been hemorrhaging steadily for the past hour, he had had a little too much to drink, and his friend was getting antsy.

"Let's go, Krunt," Vort needled for the countless time. "You've lost enough."

Krunt gave a frustrated snort, took another swig of his drink, and placed another bet. The wheel spun, he hopped from one foot to the other as it slowed, and he lost. Again. The dabo girl swept his money off the table, her smile pasted in place. Krunt could smell the fear on her, though. It was all that kept him from giving up on this damnable game altogether: the fear-stink the flimsy dabo girls put out when he lost.

Vort poked him in the side. "Come on."

Krunt gave Vort a menacing growl. Vort rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself," he said, "but don't cry to me when you can't even afford an ale."

Krunt placed another bet. And lost again. The wheel seemed to mock him.

"Again," he spat at the petite attendant. She looked like she might be ill.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry sir," she squeaked. "Your balance is too low to make the minimum bet."

Krunt stared at her. She looked like she might melt. Or faint. Or sick up. As much as he relished the fear she obviously felt, he was also deeply irritated that he'd squandered his money so quickly. And Vort wasn't going to be buying him any ale, either.

"You look like you could use a little credit," said a new voice. Krunt turned to see the speaker. He was a human, dressed well, and wearing a stupid human hat with a wide brim. Average, as humans went, Krunt supposed, though he'd never been much of a judge of manflesh.

"What makes you think I need credit from you, little human," Krunt wheezed.

The human was unruffled, speaking in a steady drawl. "You look like a Nausicaan whose luck is about to change. I would be deeply disappointed if you were denied your chance at fortune by something as unimportant as money."

Krunt snorted derisively. "And you would just give me money?"

"Let's say I'll spot you a loan."

"Nobody just loans money."

"True. We'll need a conditional."

Krunt grinned wryly, which is to say he attempted to grin wryly, but only succeeded in a wicked toothy grimace. "What is your conditional?"

"Let me help you place your bets. If we lose, you're no worse off."

Krunt was confused. "And if we win?"

"I'll split the winnings with you, and you have to say 'listen to the human'."

Vort barked laughter. Krunt eyed the human steadily. The man was still composed.

***

"Dabo!" the crowd cheered. Krunt raked in the chips, giving the replacement dabo girl a leer. The human knew how to play the wheel. With the chips currently in their pile Krunt could live comfortably for a week. Even Vort had gotten interested in the game.

"Again, human!" Krunt roared.

"Easy, my friend. Easy." The human made a calming gesture. "We may need to call it here."

"What? We're winning!"

"We may be doing a little too well. See those goons over there?" The human indicated the Ferengi pit boss speaking animatedly to four thuggish-looking Andorians.

"Yes."

"Right now the pit boss is telling them to get us out of here. We're running this table, and costing him latinum."

Krunt snickered and thumped his chest. "Krunt and Vort can take care of four Andorians."

"No no no, my friend. That's the last thing we need. Think with me. You and your friend could clear them out, but then we'd be unwelcome in every gambling hall in Siguenza. No, if you want to win more, you've got to know when to let the table rest."

Krunt's face screwed up while he thought as deeply as he could. "You are right, human. We will play more later?"

"We could meet up again tomorrow. Tonight I've got some business to attend to."

The human rose to leave, and Krunt grabbed his sleeve. "Wait, human. I must say your words."

"Easy, friend." The human patted Krunt's hand. "Tell you what, meet me later, you can say the words, and we'll have a drink." Krunt nodded, especially at the thought of having a drink. "Meet me at Hor'Gahn Hyl's at 1900."

Krunt nodded, grinning, and the human left the hall.

***

Hyl was a smarmy Tellarite who charged entirely too much for items that were altogether too common. But he could acquire a wide variety of material, which kept him in business, and his shop was small, which kept him unnoticed.

"Mr. Farrell," Hyl said, "so good to see you again. I trust you have the latinum?"

"I trust you have the goods?" Farrell said, examining his knuckle.

"Of course, of course." Hyl bobbed his head, offering Farrell a PADD. "All here."

Farrell scanned the list. "Where's the Sekkua?"

Hyl pointed out the appropriate entry. Farrell grunted his approval, then frowned.

"This price isn't what we agreed."

"Well, there were," Hyl paused for drama, "complications with some of the, eh, items on the list."

"We agreed up front on pricing, Hyl. You'll get what we agreed on, and not one bar more."

"Mr. Farrell, really." Hyl put on his condescending accountant expression. "There are rules of economics in play here that you must surely understand. You have a demand, I have a supply. I'm sure you know how it goes."

Farrel nodded thoughtfully, sucking his teeth. "Do you have the time?"

Hyl glanced at the wallchrono. "1905."

"You are of course aware that your rules break down when I simply demand your supply," Farrell said, smiling.

"Human, my friend!" called Krunt, crashing through the door to Hor'Gahn Hyl's, turning the proprietor's retort into a surprised squeak. Vort followed, keeping a sharp eye open for the trouble he was sure his friend was getting into, and caught a whiff of fear-stink that pleased him.

"Good evening, my friend," Farrell said. He and the Nausicaan clapped each other on the arm. Farrell staggered, righted himself, and turned to the stricken Hyl.

"Friend," Farrel said, his eyes never leaving Hyl. "Teach Mr. Hyl here today's lesson."

"Listen to the human!" Krunt boomed, pleased with himself for remembering. He looked pleased too, for a Nausicaan, but to Hyl it looked like he was ready to bite off someone's head.

Hyl's mouth moved soundlessly. He looked like a suffocating fish. Farrell smiled.

"Now, Mr. Hyl. I'll pay you what we agreed on, and not a bar more. Right?"

"Eh, right," stammered Hyl. Farrell placed a small box on the counter, and turned to the Nausicaans standing in the doorway. One was leering at Hyl with sadistic glee.

Krunt was confused again, but refused to let it show. "We drink now," he said, consciously keeping the question mark from the end of the statement.

"Absolutely, my friend. We drink. But do me one last favor first."

"What favor?"

"Help me carry this stuff to my suite. After that, we drink. Do you know a good place?"

Krunt and Vort looked at each other, and laughed heartily. "Of course, human."

"Then we'll go there." Farrell clapped Krunt on the arm again. "Just as soon as I get this stuff hauled to my rooms."

Krunt picked up a crate. "Then we go now." Vort followed suit, and Farrell grabbed a couple of smaller boxes. He knocked twice on Hyl's counter to get the Tellarite's attention, winked in response to the shopkeeper's pale expression, and left with his new friends. Hyl watched them go, and heard Farrell as the trio moved out of the shop.

"Say, my friend, what's your name, anyway?"

"Krunt."

"Mason Farrell. Pleased to meet you."

And they were gone.

---

"Confide"
by Ensign Amy Reese - Nurse
and Ensign Cristobel Sefton - Nurse

Location: USS Sulu, Sickbay Waiting Room
Stardate 57907.03, 12h16

***

Just as Cristobel jaunted into the waiting room, Amy was dragging a pair of chairs over to the small table in the corner. He placed down the pair of trays, and graciously took his seat across from Amy. The doctors had kept them busy today - and separated - probably because they had reported to duty by sitting themselves down on a pair of biobeds in preparation for a long chat.

Cris poked his seafood salad with a fork, and then looked up at Amy to simply say, "So..."

Amy grimaced at the bland-looking meatloaf on her plate and shrugged. " 'So' what?" Switching topics quickly: "Is this all they had in the mess?" She sighed and muttered, "We really need a new head chef."

Taking the bait, Cris told her, "If my dad were running our mess-hall, you wouldn't be turning your nose up at the meatloaf. Do you want some of my fish?"

Amy smiled wanly and shook her head. "It's okay. Not really hungry today anyway. Mind if I just watch you eat? You're really cute when you chew. Does Corran ever tell you that?"

"No, he doesn't." Cristobel shook his head and smiled self-consciously, before admitting, "But he thinks it." He took a big bite off his fork, and chewed it slowly. Once he swallowed, he gently set his fork down on the tray. "I thought you said we had to talk today."

Amy almost visibly winced. "I know... I think I've been trying to avoid it. I mean...it's not that I don't wanna confide in you, Crissy; it's just...I don't know what you'll think of me."

"I think you're straightforward and honest, Amy, and I respect that more than anything," Cristobel encouraged.

"But..." She sighed then glanced around the room briefly before pushing aside her meal and reaching across the table to cover Cris' hand with her own. "You won't tell anyone, will you? I mean...I trust you, but I have to hear it, Cris."

Briefly glancing at her hand, Cris looked Amy in the eyes, and promised, "I won't tell anyone."

"Especially not Kit," she said unsteadily. "I don't-- I don't know why I did it, Cris. I mean..." She laughed nervously. "I'm not even attracted to him, not like that. I mean, yeah, he's handsome, but I do love Kit. I just...if that's so, then why did I do it?" Her composure failed quickly enough and soon Amy was sucking in lungfulls of shuddering, tearful breaths. "I didn't mean it," she groaned. "I was... I swear, Cris, it just happened."

Cris squeezed Amy's hand with his free hand, and, so she wouldn't have to say it, he whispered, "You had sex with Dwayne."

Amy's eyes widened considerably and she reflexively jerked her hand away from his. "How-- How did you know?" Her eyes then narrowed suspiciously. "He told you, didn't he? That bastard!"

"No, he didn't," Cris said quickly but calmly, slowly reaching out his hand towards hers. "Last night. Music always makes me more in-tune with the minds around me - it's something about the rhythm. Dwayne and yourself could hardly think on anything other than one another."

"Well...you're very perceptive," she admitted grudgingly, then sobbed again. "It was just...so impulsive, so...primal. I just...I practically threw him onto my bed, Cris, but...I don't even like him that much...not in that way. He's my friend...but I've probably ruined that now." She sighed and shook her head slowly. "Now he's gonna keep expecting it, and I'm only gonna end up hurting him. I'm so stupid..." She wiped at the burning tears running down her cheeks, then let out another choking sob. "And the worst part is, I'm gonna hurt Kit too. The first guy I ever loved, Cris! What am I gonna do!"

"It depends," Cris said evenly. "Are you going to continue with Dwayne?"

"I don't want to," she said slowly, "but you don't understand, Cris. I-I can't help myself sometimes. I just...I don't know what gets into me. Hell, if I knew you weren't with Corran, I'd already be having my way with you on this table! I mean...something's gotta be wrong with me, Cris." She looked down, ashamed, and asked quietly, "Am I a slut? Is it that simple?"

"You're not a slut," Cristobel insisted almost too harshly. Much more softly, he continued, "It's just sex. You had sex with a man you're living with whom you've known longer than your boyfriend. Your boyfriend whom you've known for about a week. That's not a common-law marriage. I don't see anything wrong with you, but if you would like my advice, you need to make a decision. Do you want to continue with Dwayne?"

Amy sighed, making the decision look harder than it was. "I know I shouldn't, and I know I don't want to, not if it means ruining what I have with Kit... But there's a lot you don't know about me, Cris. It's just not that simple. I just...get so scared sometimes, you know? When things start going right, I panic. I-I think that's what happened the other night. I panicked, and Dwayne was there... It made everything feel all right again." She chuckled humourlessly and quipped, "Twice. For a virgin, he certainly picked up on it pretty fast."

Firm in his convictions, Cris said to her, "Then move out. There's a spare room in my quarters going to waste. You could stay with Corri and me until we can find you a more suitable roommate. Maybe you could move in with Ensign Viraj - he's made an oath of celibacy and wouldn't be swayed by even your advances. Or Ensign Viraj, who's of Ops, could arrange for you to move in with Kit. But, if you're not ready to move in with Kit, then perhaps you have no reason to feel ashamed for sleeping with other people. If you break off clean with Dwayne, maybe you shouldn't even tell Kit what happened. I mean, it would hurt him senselessly, and it would be selfish if it's just a way to alleviate your own guilt."

"Are you saying I'm selfish, Crissy?" she asked with slight indignation. "Yes, I feel guilty, and no I can't just abandon Dwayne! He's so lonely and he has no real friends. That's probably another reason I slept with him in the first place. I think...I felt sorta sorry for the guy. And besides, if I do just run away from the problem, how do I know it'll end there? How do I know I won't just convince Viraj to give up his oath of celibacy and hop into bed with him? Hell, the other day I practically had Kelli convinced to do just that." She sighed. "What if I'm the problem, Cris? I'd solve nothing by running away. And...if I don't tell Kit, how will I live with the guilt? It's already so hard."

Smiling very softly, Cristobel asked her, "You do realise that you've made your decision, right? Why aren't you right now telling Kit what happened?"

Amy sat abruptly upright and regarded Cris with increasingly widening eyes. "You can't be serious, Cris! If you cheated on Corran, would you tell him?"

"He would already know," Cris assured her.

"But if he wasn't capable of reading your mind, would you tell him?" she asked again.

With a slightly extra spark of determined intensity in his eyes, Cristobel punctuated every word. "He would already know." Sympathetically, he continued, "I'm rather fuzzy when it comes to the Terran interpretation of fidelity and infidelity, but if you're feeling this guilty, then Kit already knows. Sure, he probably doesn't know in the sense of knowing that you had sex with Dwayne, but he must know that something's wrong. Tell him. From here it's just damage control."

"But what if he just can't let it go? What if the sight of me just rips a new whole in his heart every time? I'd rather bear the guilt if that's how it's to be." She looked down absently at her meat loaf drowning in some thick sludge that was meant to be gravy and sighed. "I should just not tell him. I mean...what harm can it do him if he doesn't know?"

"Personally, I don't see the harm anywhere in this situation, except for this attitude you seem to have towards yourself," Cris admitted. "Unless - unless you broke a specific promise. I mean, have you talked with him about exclusivity at all? Have you talked about the future of your relationship? Could you move in with Kit yet?"

"Like...like you and Corran?" she asked apprehensively. "I don't know, Cris. I mean...I've been steady with guys before, but never exclusive. Kit's the first guy I've ever...you know...professed my love to." Her cheeks flushed and Amy smiled demurely. "I think it's serious, Cris. And I think that's what's scaring me most. How do I deal with that?"

"If you haven't even talked about exclusivity, then I really don't see how you've done anything wrong here. As for the fear...well, do you genuinely want to stop running?" Cris asked seriously.

"Running from what?" she asked wryly. "My own stupidity?"

"No, running from this whole problem. What we're doing now, isn't dealing. I think..." Cris' eyes dropped to the table, unsure how Amy would take his suggestion. "I think, perhaps, you'd be better off talking to someone who knows anything about Terran psychology. Ensign Chambers, maybe."

"A shrink!" Amy exclaimed. "I'm not mentally unstable, Cris. And she'd likely tell me to take responsibility and admit the truth to Kit, right?" She groaned unhappily. "It was so much easier when I didn't let my emotions get in the way. Why did Kit have to be so great and just totally make me fall in love with him?"

Practically pleading with her to understand, Cris tried to explain, "It's not the sex with Dwayne you need to talk to someone about, it's your panicking because of the seriousness of your feelings for Kit, it's the calling yourself a slut, it's the--" Cristobel went silent for just a moment, staring blankly over Amy's shoulder as he pondered something. Then he looked right at her. "You think I'm mentally unstable?? I have to see counsellor F'Zal every week. If I don't go, I lose my authorisation to enter critical areas of the ship. And I'm not mentally unstable."

For the first time all day, Amy snickered. "You sure?" Sobering quickly, she added, "And...I think you're right. I have to learn some way to deal with this...stupid phobia I have. Why do I have to be so afraid when things start going right? Do you ever feel that way? Or am I really just crazy?"

"You're not crazy," Cris confidently non-answered.

"Well...do you think I should see the counsellor anyway?" Amy asked, warming up to the idea. "I mean...no one has to know, right?"

"Exactly. Complete confidentiality," Cristobel encouraged her. "No one knows about my visits except for Corri and you. Well, Corri and you and probably the Captain and CMOs."

Amy sighed deeply and gazed in contemplation at her dried-out meat loaf. If she wanted her relationship with Kit to last longer than the time it took for her secret to come out, then she had to do something. She, more than anyone, knew her own past, and saw the pattern of falling for a guy, panicking, and screwing it up. She was determined to break the cycle, even if pouring her heart out to a shrink was the only way to do it. "I guess...I could try it once..." she muttered.

"And if it doesn't help, then you just don't make another appointment." Cris picked up his fork, and began eating again, making a big show of chewing cutely.

Amy narrowed her eyes playfully at him. "Oh, if you weren't so charming..." She giggled and reached across the table to crush Cris in an embrace. "You're so wise for an almost guy."

Cris squeezed back. "It comes from the experience of making so many unwise decisions."

"Yeah, like getting me that meat loaf." She winked at him, kissed his cheek, then relinquished her hold on him. "I'm glad I got that off my chest. Now I can be cheery old me again." She giggled and added, "And now I can call you Crissy again since we're done being serious and gloomy."

"So..." Cris said ominously. "What have the doctors been keeping you busy with all day?"

Amy frowned. "Restocking the supply cabinet. Compared to that, sitting here eating meatloaf isn't looking so bad."

"I guess I am wise after all." Cris smirked and popped another piece of fish in his mouth.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah. You're just a fountain of knowledge and great hair tips." She shook her head and laughed at the tongue cheekily poking out at her from Cris' mouth. It was refreshing having someone as zany as she was to talk to, someone who could at least understand her on some level, even if he did seem a little more odd than she could ever be.

Aside from his eccentricities, he did surprise her with his insight, and his interesting food selection. She reminded herself to insist upon getting lunch for them next time, and to thank him for alleviating her fears about the predicament she'd foolishly gotten herself into.

She'd take his advice and follow it, and if he was wrong, Amy vowed to cut all of his precious locks off with a laserscalpel. That image alone was enough to raise her spirits, and light of heart, Amy happily dug into her meal.

---

"Coming Aboard"
Ensign Nathalie Gui - Communications Specialist
Ensign Taylor Bennet - Security Officer

Location: USS Sulu
Stardate: 57907.03, 17h45

***

"Energize," the officer commanded to the other running the Transporter. With fluid-like movements, the crewman moved her hands over the control panel, the waves of sparkling blue light formulating on the transportation device. A tall woman with copper colored hair stepped down from the transporter, a duffel carrier on her shoulder and a small animal carrying case in her other hand.

"Welcome aboard the Sulu, Ensign....." The officer struggled to find the woman's last name.

"Gui, Nathalie."

The Bajoran officer nodded a bit, embarrassed by his missing of the name. "Ah yes, Ensign Gui. Shall I direct to you your quarters, Ensign?"

Nathalie held up a hand. "No need, I'm sure we'll be able to find it just fine on our own," she remarked.

The Bajoran raised an eyebrow as he looked Gui curiously over. "We?" As if to answer his question Joji woofed in response from inside her carrying case.

"Well if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go and get settled in." Smiling politely, Nathalie exited from the Transporter room.

Stopping, Nathalie tapped on the control panel to the wall. "Computer, location of quarters for Nathalie Gui."

Beeping, the Computer ran through a series of lists before bringing up her desired information. "Quarters are currently occupied by the officer Taylor Bennet." Nathalie raised an eyebrow. I have a roommate? This should prove interesting...

"Computer, provide directions to Quarters visually." Arrows popped along the walls, directing Nathalie where to go. Following the arrows Nathalie made her way to the directed location.

***

The music was soothing and helped with concentration. The meditative posture that Taylor Bennett had assumed helped to further that. She was into the seventeenth step of opening her mind when the sound of the door opening threw her out of all her preparation. She blinked her eyes open and looked around for the source of the disruption.

She raised an eyebrow. "I trust you are the roommate the computer has been promising me," she said, and then broke into a grin. "Hi, I'm Taylor Bennett."

Nathalie stepped inside her quarters immediately taking notice of the low lighting and soothing music playing in the background. Its origin, Vulcan perchance? She looked over to the woman who sat in a meditative posture. She looked to be Vulcan yet not quite. Freezing she dared not speak as the room's occupant addressed her. Nathalie couldn't help but laugh, relieved when Taylor grinned at her.

"Hi, Taylor, it's nice to meet you," she stated, smiling as she offered her hand to Taylor. Nathalie turned as she heard a bark come from behind her. Chuckling, she set down her animal carrying case and deactivated the forcefield. A small Welsh Corgi with black and white fur and perky ears stepped out, sniffing intently at the air in the quarters. Her furry little tail wagged about in the air.

"And this is Joji. Don't worry she won't bite. I should warn you though, she asks to have her tummy rubbed and you do so, she'll be attached to you for life."

Taylor squatted down in front of Joji and held out a hand. "When I was growing up, we had both a sehlat named Sutok and a Terran beagle named Boris. Sutok was a very protective sort, but rubbing the proper spot on her tummy and she was about as dangerous as a neutered tribble." She smiled at the little dog now sniffing at her extended fingers. "Hello, Joji. Welcome to your new home."

"A sehlat? Wow, I've only read about them but I wasn't sure why some would want to keep them as pets. Be sorta like having a pet grizzly bear in the house," she remarked, chuckling. Nathalie watched as Joji tentatively stepped up to Taylor's outstretched hand and examined it with her nose. Sitting down Joji put her paw on Taylor's hand and barked happily. "Joji says hello," Nathalie remarked, laughing.

"So what department are you in, Taylor? I'm with Operations. I specialize in linguistics; I'm a Communications Officer."

"I'm in security," Taylor answered as he scratched behind Joji's ears. "And, I wouldn't say that we kept Sutok outside for obvious reasons. She had been with my mother for many years, and she couldn't part with her when they moved to the colony. So, you just out of the Academy? How are things on Earth?"

"Actually this is my fourth posting since graduating from the Academy; I served on the Phoenix after graduating and from there I went to San Drego Colony. My latest posting prior to coming onboard I served at Deep Space Nine." Shaking her head and then laughing Nathalie remarked, "Despite all my travelling experience I still feel like a cadet from time to time."

"I know that feeling," Taylor said with a grin. "Well, things have been pretty slow here since I came aboard, and we're heading toward Risa now. That should bring for some excitement. And, after that, it's anyone's guess."

Nathalie laughed at Taylor's remark. "Heading toward Risa I've come to expect one thing, intra communication between officers goes straight up shore leave or not." Off her remark Joji barked before nudging at Nathalie's duffel carrier. "And currently I think Joji wants to figure out where she gets to sleep in here; I better unpack before she decides to claim my bed as her own," she added before reaching out to scratch her pet behind her ears. "I think I speak for Joji and myself when I say we're happy to have you as a roommate Taylor."

Taylor grinned. "The feeling is mutual," she said. "Welcome to the USS Sulu."

---

"Reporting for Duty"
Ensign Nathalie Gui - Communications Specialist
Lieutenant Sam - Operations Manager

Location: USS Sulu; Operations Office
Stardate: 57907.03, 18h43

***

Sam actually did very little work from the Operations office. While it would be a private place for him to complete work when necessary, he required very little privacy. Today, he had stopped into the Operations office. A collection of padds that had not yet been logged into the ship's computer from a rendezvous with the USS Victorious, and they had been stored here until the computer time was available to download them into the ship's systems. Ensign Sanchez had offered to take on that task, and from his work with the cataloguing from the Dorvali mission, he would be well suited to the task.

Before leaving his office with the data, he'd stopped to check over efficiency reports on the crew and found them to be well within parameters. With a nod, he turned to leave. Just then, the door to the office slid open and a human woman was revealed on the other side.

"Good afternoon," Sam said courteously. "How may I be of assistance, Ensign?"

Nathalie, having just finished settling into her new home, opted not to go to Risa but instead meet the ship's Chief Operations Officer. Gui had only just walked into the Operations office when a taller man with dark hair and golden eyes was about to leave. Nathalie instantly recognized him as the ship's Chief Operations Officer from the report she was given detailing her of the ship's crew.

"Ensign Nathalie Gui, reporting for duty, sir." Nathalie offered Sam her hand to shake. "I believe you're the ship's Chief Operations Manager I was informed about?" she queried.

"That is a correct statement, Ensign," Sam responded. He placed his hand into hers in the customary human greeting. "I was alerted to your arrival on the ship. Are you getting settled comfortably into the Sulu?"

Nathalie smiled as she released her hand. "Yes, I'm getting settled in comfortably aboard the Sulu. My living arrangements are satisfactory. I thought it would be best to come down and meet my superior officer and get brought up to speed on my shift schedule and what duties you expect of your new Communications Officer," she remarked with a smile.

"You will be placed on alpha shift bridge duty," Sam answered. "Your duties will be standard for communications operations. Your responsibilities will involve receiving and transmission of all intra- and extra-ship communications needs. I trust that you are familiar with the current communication protocols in use on Starfleet starships, therefore familiarization with those will be unnecessary. Do you have any questions that I can answer for you, Ensign Gui?"

Nathalie shook her head. "Not quite. I think you covered the ground work. Though I'm curious to know if there is anything in which you will need my expertise in languages. I'm fully aware that most starships and the like come equipped with a UT but I still believe in going over the languages themselves physically for complete efficiency in spotting errors or the like as opposed to letting a machine assume everything's right when it can just as soon not be." The Ensign paused, quickly realizing she may have insulted her superior. "No offense."

Sam gave her a puzzled look. "I have taken no offense by your comments, Ensign Gui," he said. "There are currently no projects that require your linguistic talents; however, your skill will be important when we do encounter a scenario where the universal translator is insufficient to facilitate a proper understanding of the words in use."

"Good to know. If the need for my linguistics skills arises, I guarantee you I will see to it that my skills are put to good usage." Nathalie looked Sam over for a moment quizzically. "I didn't offend you?" She chuckled before remarking, "I must say, Lieutenant, you're someone who really knows how to bite the bullet."

"I am incapable of taking offense at any comment, Ensign," Sam responded. "Therefore, I have not been offended. And, I do not understand the idiom 'bite the bullet.' Why would I wish to masticate upon the projectile fired from a primitive firearm used in Earth's ancient past?"

Nathalie suppressed her grin as best as possible before replying to Sam's question. "One does not literally bite a bullet, it's more or less an expression of someone moving on despite consequences they have suffered; they don't let an incident hinder them and thus move on."

"Ahh," Sam said as he contemplated the other variations on the same idiom. "The Andorians have a similar expression. 'One does not abandon the home because the grelth spider has made a nest.' "

"And some people say the Terran expression of that idiom is odd, but to each his own," she stated, smiling. Standing, she nodded to Sam. "Well I think you've covered everything I need to know, Lieutenant. It was nice meeting you...I look forward to serving with you and the Sulu's crew."

"And, I with you, Ensign," Sam answered. He watched her leave, allowing a sub-process to ponder the meeting, as he resumed his other duties.

---

"A Day in the Life"
by Ensign Patric - Navigation Cadet

Location: Starfleet Academy
Stardate 57503.15, 19h30

***

After the instructor had allowed himself and the other cadets to leave, Patric had decided to join his peers in the cadet's lounge. Patric had wanted to take time to, as Terrans say, 'unwind' after a particularly tough day. The instructors had made it more than clear to him that they weren't going to give up any special slack, based simply on his race or culture. That wasn't to say they were any harder on him than they were on the other cadets, or even that Patric wanted to be treated any differently. After surviving his first week, though, he was glad he managed to make friends with one cadet in particular. Cadet Sheila Baxter was actually in her third year at the Academy and a very positive aid to Patric during that first week.

The first thing Patric noticed and even kept thinking about, were her piercing eyes of the deepest blue he had ever seen. She also had long blonde hair, hanging halfway down her back when she allowed it to remain free. Mostly, however, she always wore it pinned up in a bun at the back of her head. To be honest, to himself at least, Patric didn't mind it up either. It revealed more of her slender neck and face that way and he found himself always looking for an excuse to be near her. Patric was not so naive as to think nobody had noticed his reactions to her but was grateful his friends had done nothing to embarrass him as yet.

This evening, Patric walked into the lounge and slid into a booth to join the others as the waiter nodded to them from across the room. He noted with surprise that Sheila slid in beside him, grinning shyly at her and feeling his mouth go dry. Just then, the waiter chose that moment to return after having taken everyone's drink order. Picking up the glass of Parva juice the waiter slid over to him, Patric sipped from it and winced as the intercom chirped once.

From the overhead speakers: "Cadet Sheila Baxter, report to the Commandant's office as soon as possible. Cadet Baxter, report to the Commandant's office."

Everyone at the table groaned at that, Patric hanging his head slightly and muttering a farewell that wasn't quite heard. Sheila had already started off toward the door but came back just as the doors slid open. "Patric, if this is about what I think it's about, I won't have time to come back. In fact, it's very likely we won't see each other again." She sat beside him, nodding gratefully as the others left the table to give them privacy. Sheila turned back to Patric, pulling him nearer just slightly, as she set his drink back on the table. "I don't want to leave without telling you straight out how I feel. Even though we've only known each other for a week....I am in love with you, Patric." She leaned closer and kissed him, only sliding her lips across his at first. As Patric returned the kiss, they embraced each other passionately and kissed fully, deeply.

When they finally parted again, Patric still had his arms wrapped around her and staring into her eyes. Those very same deep blue eyes that he had found so captivating from that first day. They stood from the booth, kissing passionately again as Sheila slowly stepped toward the door again. Patric hugged her tightly, before releasing her and held tightly to her hands for a moment. "Well, I should probably tell you then...I was in love with you from that first day we met. Despite your comment that we probably won't see each other again, I hope we do meet again. I will miss you until then and will never be able to forget you."

Sheila pulled him close in another hug, whispering into his ear so only he would hear. "I'll not be complete without you, Patric." And with that, she turned and hurried out the door before she lost the nerve to do so.

Patric watched the doors slide shut again, continuing to stare at them for a few moments more. He felt more than saw, as his friends joined him near the doors and stood with him silently.

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"Normal Shift"
by Lieutenant (J.G.) Arthas Hex - Deputy Chief of Security
Ensign Jermaine Gordo - Security Officer

Location: USS Sulu
Stardate: 57907.03 20h30

***

Lieutenant Arthas Hex stood at the Tactical station, his Beta shift just started. He had a number of messages that he had to get through. There had been an unauthorised access to a cargobay in the last five minutes and he had just sent Ensign Gordo after it.

He was awaiting Gordo's answer and looking at the Ensign's vital signs while he was getting through some messages.

Arthas had just come out of a talk with the CSO, Thalan. Arthas had managed to get his body into a sort of order now. He had decided, due to the fact that he was deputy chief of the department, that it was a good idea to be with the chief for an hour or two. This meant that he spent two hours of Alpha shift followed by the whole of Beta shift. This was no easy task, as it meant that he had long 12-hour or more days ahead of him, but it was his duty.

His commbadge summoned him, he tapped it.

"Lieutenant Hex here," he said.

"It's Ensign Gordo here, sir. It appears that it was a computer glitch as the door has not been opened in the last hour. I'm going to stand guard while an engineer and an operations officer fix the problem," the voice of Arthas' human understudy replied.

"Understood, Ensign. Hex out," Arthas replied.

Crisis over. Arthas laughed as he thought it. Just another normal shift, Arthas thought gladly.

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"Another Night On the Town"
by Dalil V'ril [NPC+]
and Andrea Collins

Location: Risa
Stardate 57907.03 21h30

***

Andrea had had a good time the evening before. The night had gone as she'd expected it would, but she didn't mind at all.

Once again, she was sitting in the same establishment where she'd met up with Dalil the night before. She couldn't believe the feelings rushing through her at the thought of meeting him again. Her heart began to race as she thought of his touch. A burning began at her center just thinking about what they would be doing this evening.

"It's a shame that beautiful women come to Risa," a voice behind her said, "and then sit in a bar all alone. May I buy you a drink?"

This evening, she was in a sleeveless gown done in red; the shade complimented rather than detracted from the color of her hair. The dress had a two inch strap on her left shoulder, leaving the other one bare, and showing off the tattoo that ended on her shoulder.

This night she wore sheer hose that left the panther on her calf visible. The back of the gown didn't scoop as deeply as the one from the night before and she wore gloves made of the same red material as the dress. Her heels were also done in crimson, except the part that covered her toe was clear plastic rather than material or leather.

A smile spread her crimson painted mouth as she turned to face him. "Of course." Her stomach jumped seeing him again. "How was your day?"

"My day was long and filled with arguments," Dalil said as he moved to take a seat next to Andrea. "Though, I think we are making good progress, if I could just convince them to accept a few more of the terms of admission. But, enough about my work; how are you?"

"Better, now that I have laid eyes on you again." She scooted her chair closer to Dalil's. "I had a good time last night."

Dalil grinned. "So did I," he said, "though that was the whole idea. However, when the night started out, I wasn't so sure where it was going to go. Though, you did warm up very nicely."

"Oh, I'm very pliable, m'lord negotiator. The show last night should have told you that," she said with a grin, and at the same time she leaned into him as though to kiss him. "But I am willing to warm up some more for you, if you like."

"Pliable? Perhaps, though I would say last night showed a good deal of limberness. Though, I will say that the human body continues to amaze and delight me."

She leaned into him and planted her soft mouth to his in a long lingering kiss, not caring about who would see them.

Dalil smiled at Andrea once the kiss ended. "So, what are you drinking this evening, my dear?"

"I've got a Sumarian Sunset, done in the traditional style." She grinned at him. "But I would rather drink in the sight of you."

Dalil chuckled softly and called over a waitress. "Two more Sumarian Sunsets," he said. Once the woman had gone to retrieve the drinks, he turned back to Andrea. "So, did you have any plans tonight, or would you like to just...see what happens?"

"How about, we just see what happens?" She smiled. "Or we could just go to your hotel room again and go from there."

The waitress returned and set the glasses down before them. Dalil gave her a smile, and she disappeared off to another table after adding the drinks to his tab. Once they were alone again, Dalil reached out and took Andrea's hand. "I think we might be able to have more fun tonight than we did last night. If you're up for something truly amazing, there are some Ktarian pleasure techniques that we rarely use on members of other species. Are you interested?"

"I'm more than willing to try something new." She grinned as she took up her drink and took a sip. "Whenever you are ready."

"Let's-- Oh, actually, if you can wait for just a moment. There's someone I need to speak with. I'll be right back." With that, Dalil started off across the bar where he met with another man. They spoke quickly and quietly for a few moments, then they slipped out of view and down the hallway where the lavatories were.

She nodded as he walked away. She sat there and finished her drink, then ordered another. She was getting concerned about him and wondered what was going on. However, he did ask her to wait a moment. She drained the fresh drink in no time and stepped from the table to the corridor.

She couldn't just sit there waiting; she had to find out what was wrong. Besides, her training came into play then as she decided to find out if there was something she could do, like maybe lambast the idiot for interrupting her and Dalil's date. It wasn't long before she got to a blind corner and heard voices. One, she knew, the other wasn't all that familiar.

She glanced about the corner only to see her 'date' in a very animated conversation with the man he'd left the lounge with. Even though they were speaking loudly, she couldn't really understand a word they were saying. She didn't think it was Federation Standard they were speaking in. She was just itching to step away from the wall and come around the corner and slug the guy, but she stayed where she was.

Dalil's face was red as he and Alos an'Taara continued their argument. Why the minister wished to have the talks put on hold for a few more days was beyond him. Why an'Taraa had approached him and not Abrin an'Korii, the head of the Farehn'ti delegation, was a moot point because the conversation was happening.

Finally, an'Taara threw up his hands in disgust, barked a few words that eluded Dalil's grasp of the Farehn'ti language, and turned on his heel to leave. For good measure, Dalil tossed a few more epithets after the man and then grumbled to himself about politicians. He was straightening his jacket when he looked up and found Andrea watching him. He forced a smile. "How much of that did you see?"

"Enough to want to come around this corner and knock that man on his backside. Not that I understood anything that was said, but I did not like the way that man was talking to you...arms waving and the like." She moved to his side. "I hope it wasn't anything important."

"Just related to work," Dalil answered. "Though, it will have to wait until tomorrow. Now, did you want another drink here, or should we go back to my room?"

"Let's go back to your room. After hearing that, even though I didn't understand a word, I don't think I could be in a public place after that."

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Dalil said as he slipped his arm in with hers. "Mainly we just insulted each other's parentage. He wants to delay proceedings, but I tried to tell him that I saw no valid reason to do so. We'll settle the matter tomorrow."

She nodded as they moved toward his hotel. "Yeah, well, even that could be something he'd try and hurt you over. I don't know if I could stand thinking of that happening." She sighed, "I hope nothing happens to you."

Dalil laughed. "Don't worry, my dear," he said. "I'm helping him get his people into the Federation. We just had a disagreement, nothing more. He won't kill me over that. The disagreement wasn't that serious, I promise."

"Wars have been started and murders committed over less." She followed him along till they reached his hotel once more.

"Do not worry," Dalil said with a warm smile. "I am perfectly safe, and they will do nothing against me. He was just upset. Every time you've had a disagreement with someone, has a war started?"

Andrea shook her head. "Now, let's not talk about him, or the argument, anymore. I came here to have fun." She grinned up at him. "Okay?"

"That's what my room is for," Dalil answered as he started working at the touchpad.

A man stepped out of the door across the hall. It was the same one from the lift the night before. "Dalil," he said, "if you're going to be entertaining guests all night, please at least try to keep it down. Some of us have no desire to listen to your fornication!"

"Then plug your ears if you don't want to hear." Andrea grinned, not caring that she may be making a fool of herself. It was either that or balling her hands into fists and knocking the bastard on his ass. She got the impression that wouldn't be appreciated one little bit.

With a wave of his hand, the snooty neighbour returned to his room. The door slammed shut, bringing a chuckle from Dalil.

"He's an ornery old shi'vritak."

Andrea giggled. "I'll just take your word for that, since I don't know the guy." Not that she knew what shi'vritak was, but, she thought she had a decent idea of what it meant.

"Come on," he said as he pushed his door open. "I've got a full bar waiting and a set of new sheets to break in."

She started in. "Oh goody. I like new sheets, they're more fun to break in." She giggled as she walked past him, her hand trailing over his chest as she walked by.

Dalil laughed as he started for the drinks. "What can I start you out with? I've always found real alcohol to be the best. When I drink something that's replicated, I can tell. It just has...a particular taste. Have you noticed that? This stuff, it's the real thing."

"I don't much care for the synthehol myself. I like the real stuff too." She went exploring about the room again, not having gotten the full show the night before. "You know, this place really does have some nice artwork."

She thought to herself, And if I was still in the business, I'd take the things and sell them to the highest bidder.

"It does," he said. "Most of the pieces I've collected myself. That one there, I actually saved from a collection that was nearly destroyed on Betazed. They're not valued in the millions, though very close. Thankfully the hotel has marvelous security, and crime on Risa is nearly unheard of."

Well, so much for that idea. She was sort of hoping he wasn't a telepath, but if he was, there wasn't anything she could do about her thoughts now. She continued her tour, her drink in her hand now, and noticed something she hadn't seen before. "What's this?"

Dalil smiled and approached with a knowing smile. "Well, what does it look like?"

She looked at it further to see if she could identify it, but wound up shaking her head. "I'm not sure."

Dalil laughed. "Well, I'm sure your Starfleet training included the procedure for conducting research. I'll give you a hint though...the cultural archive is three blocks to the west, and four blocks to the north. They're always happy to assist people with their studies, despite the recreational attitude of the planet."

She tossed her drink back, and as she swallowed it. She gave a laugh as she turned to face him. "You, sir negotiator, are incorrigible." She leaned in and placed her mouth to his.

"Comes with the territory," Dalil said as he brought out a bottle for refills. "And, you should see me when I'm on my home planet. You haven't seen incorrigible."

She held her glass out for him to refill it. "I don't know if I ever will. I'm not sure if I'll ever make it back this way; I mean, orders are orders." She took another sip of her glass' contents. "I'd love to see you again, don't get me wrong."

"One thing I've learned in this life," Dalil said with a smile, "is that anything is actually possible. You never know, Andrea, after you get back from whatever it is you Starfleet types do, you may wind up back here, and...there we are."

"Yep, there we are." She took another sip from her drink. "So, now what are we going to do?" she said with a grin.

Dalil offered a rakish smile. "Oh, I have a few ideas," he said. "Why don't you and I go get comfortable on the bed, and we can see if yours and my ideas match?"

Andrea grinned. "Sounds like a plan," she said as she headed for the bed. On her way there, she started to strip from her gown.

Dalil followed behind, unfastening his belt and undoing his shirt as he did. "Oh, have I mentioned how incredibly sexy those tattoos of yours are? Now, I certainly hope you got enough rest today, because tonight will be a very wild night."

She turned so she was walking backwards. By now, she was completely stripped from her outer clothing and wearing only her underwear. The underwear matched the outer using the same shades of crimson with white lace accents. She looked at him and her breastline was enhanced by the bra she wore, which was a lift bra. She glanced him over, looking him up and down and grinned. "Yes you have, just by the looks you give me and the attentions you pay them."

She turned back and sort of ran/hopped to the bed and turned so she was facing him again and fell backwards onto the bed. "I could go all night, Dalil, if you can."

"I'm a Ktarian," Dalil said as he finished disrobing. "I could go all the way to tomorrow night." With that, he slipped onto the bed with her.

***

The night was as wild as their previous night, and much louder. Gam Tharivar had been pacing for an hour when the sounds of Dalil V'ril's amorous evening finally died down enough for him to get some sleep. Just after he'd stripped off his robe and was ready to slide into his bed, the shouting started. It was difficult to discern if it was politics, religion, or something else, but it was getting louder. Pulling his robe back on, Gam started back toward the door, grumbling his frustration all the way.

With force that belied his feeble strength, the aged human flung his door wide, intent to alert Dalil and his juice-girl that if they didn't shut their noise up at once, he was calling hotel security. As he was about to charge across the hall to make his announcement, Dalil's door slammed open and the hussy strode out of the hall, clutching a bundle to her chest as she fled for the lifts.

A slow smile spread across Gam's face as he watched her go. Sleep, he thought with giddy delight. Now I can get some sleep.

He turned himself around and headed back to his bed. Still giddy, he slipped under the sheets.

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