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    Star Trek: The Yorktown Chronicles

    Setup thread: http://www.mellophant.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10960

    Mission #1: "On the Brink": http://www.mellophant.com/forums/sho...the-Brink-quot
    Mission #2: "Primum Nil Nocere": http://www.mellophant.com/forums/sho...il-Nocere-quot
    Mission #3: "Some Other Side of Paradise": http://www.mellophant.com/forums/sho...-Paradise-quot
    Mission #4: "Codex Aelyrr": http://www.mellophant.com/forums/sho...ex-Aelyrr-quot

    It is February 14, 2270.

    Capt. James T. Kirk and the starship Enterprise completed their historic, and soon to be legendary, five-year mission not long ago.

    The United Federation of Planets is strong, expanding and prosperous. Some fifty worlds are now represented in the Federation Council, united in their commitment to peace, democracy, the rule of law, free trade and mutual protection. The Federation's longtime rivals, the Klingons and Romulans, are now loosely allied, but to date have not mounted a major, concerted challenge to Federation interests in the quadrant.

    Starfleet, the Federation's exploratory, scientific and military arm, has grown in the past few years. Twenty Constitution-class heavy cruisers remain its backbone, but a host of other vessels - light cruisers, destroyers, scouts, couriers, tugs, research and other specialized craft - have more than tripled the size of the Fleet. Starfleet is committed to extending its reach to every corner of the Galaxy granted to the Federation by treaty or unclaimed by others.

    It's a good time to be a Starfleet officer, and those aboard the USS Yorktown often find themselves on the front lines of the challenges now facing the Federation.

    So prepare yourself for adventure where no one has gone before....
       

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    Captain's Log, Stardate 6027.7. It's been just over a week since we rendezvoused with the Watney, said farewell to our new Aelyrr friends and transferred our Klingon prisoners. We've now returned Dr. Brold and his team to Anubis, having finished testing their prototype sensor module in the FGC 23 pulsar cluster. At Science Officer Roble's request, I've issued a commendation to Ens. Rangin, whose biosensor wizardry was key to the tests' success. Having resupplied and taken aboard new personnel at Anubis, including a new Assistant Chief Engineer and Assistant Science Officer, we're now on routine patrol in the Whalen sector. All is well.

    It is 0815 hours. Your morning watch on the Bridge is due to start at 0900. What would you like to do before then?
       

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    Collins, dressed and ready to go, turns to her roommate. "Would you like me to wait for you, and go to the Mess together?"
       

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    Kylah stares down at the end of the long braid of hair she has woven--a task to keep her hands busy and her mind occupied--at least somewhat--rather than focusing on the dread of this morning's watch.

    Collins's question is the first hint of a conversation between Kylah and her roommate for the past week. After her horrible epiphany after the funeral reception, Kylah successfully begged Lt. Thalen to put her on the late-night watch and keep her off Bridge duty; she was safely hidden out of sight in the Communications center.

    This way she was able to evade not only Darren Zweller, but most of the colleagues likely to seek an explanation of her behavior at the reception. Only two got past her defenses: first, Dr. T'Var, whom Kylah reluctantly consulted to find an answer to her impaired empathic abilities, which fortunately have begun to return.

    Second was Mr. Graham, who had purposely stayed up late to waylay her at the Turbolift just outside the Communications Center before she began her watch. She did her best to brush him off.

    Among these failed attempts to ignore her colleagues, she does not count the messages, both voice and text, from Ensign Rangin. Kylah has not listened nor read any of them.

    But despite Lt. Thalen's best efforts and his kindness, he could not enable her avoidance forever. Vargas and Singh would have begun to ask questions. So today, Kylah is back on her usual schedule, and worse, back on the Bridge. Since she cannot avoid it, Kylah hopes against hope that the science station will be occupied by Hayes or Roble.

    Kylah is about to refuse Collins's offer, but suddenly thinks better of it. She is much less likely to be confronted by any personal questions if she is not alone. "Yes, please," she says, looking vaguely in Collins's direction but avoiding the other woman's gaze. "I am almost ready."

    She finishes tying back her braid, fastening it with a small bronze clasp. The face staring back at her in the mirror looks plain, pale and prim, not at all Elasian in style or manner. Kylah takes a deep breath, then rises and joins her roommate.
       

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    "You seem to be getting back to yourself," Collins says as she and Kylah head to the Mess. "I know you went through something awful last mission, but you really shouldn't cut yourself off from the people who want to help you. This crew is your family while you serve. Trust us to help you." Collins hasn't a clue how to help the girl, but her concern is genuine. "I can't empathize, I've never been in that situation. But I can listen, if you want to tell me about it."
       

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    The corridors are full of people on their way to breakfast or to their duty stations for the beginning of the next watch. Chief Engineer Cheverez passes by, speaking to an angular, middle-aged black woman in Engineering red with the single gold braid of a lieutenant on her uniform cuffs.
       

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    As Rangin has done for the last few days, he's already sitting in the lower Mess Hall tucking into a large plate of breakfast with a coffee alongside. For the last few days he has buried himself in his work, ignoring the rest of the world as much as a starship counts for it, and filling his mind with biosensors and technical descriptions and problem solving.

    That had kept him going for the last week, but now it was over and Dr Brold's team had departed, he felt weary as things he had used to sustain himself are no longer effective. Especially as he is going to have to face the world again and starting with another Bridge duty.

    It also means facing the other issue...problem...Kylah. She had not returned his calls and he still has no idea what he is missing. All he does have is a vague, nagging feeling, that something is up, but how to go about working out what it is now that Zweller has departed is beyond him.

    He looks back down at the plate, stifles a yawn and continues eating.
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    Kylah shifts her attention from something far beyond the corridor back to Collins beside her. "That is thoughtful of you, Lieutenant," she says quietly. "I do not wish to be a burden on everyone. The incident is over now. I would rather emulate you, if it were only possible. You experienced something..."

    She hesitates, unable to think of the right words to describe a frightening miscarriage, especially with someone who is as businesslike as Collins. "--Something I cannot fathom, personally, but my mother went through it, several times. I have seen how painful it can be. Yet you have been able to continue as you were, eventually. I wish I had your resilience. I just want to forget everything. Anubis, OC3... everything."
       

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    Collins smiles a little "Heh. Yeah, I'm a model of composure." She shakes her head. "I'm not completely over the loss, yet. Every now and then, I get a little blue over the whole thing. But I'm coping. The trick is to call on your Starfleet training. Stand tall, work true. And find someone you can let it all out with. I'm lucky. I have two people. Ensign Cooper and Ensign Graham. Graham is like a big brother. And he's been through a lot himself, so he understands things. And Cooper, well, talk about your great stress relieving activities." She winks at Kylah and smiles with a little mischief behind it.
       

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    Graham fills his time before watch with the painful but necessary rehab exercises needed to get his leg back to full fitness.

    Actually maybe not strictly "necessary," I've been pushing the limits on all the routines I can safely do on my own. But the Doc hasn't asked...so I haven't told.

    He's eager to get back to normal. In more ways that one...

    Once he's able, he's eager to start Ens. Kylah's self-defense lessons. Not that she seemed especially eager herself, he knows, from the one time he went out of his way to catch her during her new strange hours.

    But I feel sure they're...appropriate. Maybe...necessary.

    And it's hard for him to say what's "normal" between he and Nia. Nothing's been "bad"--they've had some walks, dinner...

    Speaking of "don't ask don't tell," he thinks. I guess we've kind of just decided to mutually politely ignore the awkwardness at the funeral.

    Better than letting it get between us--except of course it is between us.
       

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    Graham's physical therapy is going well. A trained Medical therapist meets him as needed; today he's solo. Dr. Villa has been pleased with his progress.
       

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    Holding her tray of still-uneaten breakfast, Nia finishes joking with some Engineering friends already exiting the Mess before she heads off to find a table. There are any number of groups where she'd be welcome for a laugh before the day watch begins. Then one person dining solo catches her eye.

    She twists her lips in hesitation. Booker wouldn't like it. Then, realizing that unless and until he opens up to her, she's not going to live her life stuck in the stasis field he's placed their relationship in. Ever since the funeral reception, they've enjoyed themselves on a few casual dates, and some even more enjoyable (and much less casual) necking.

    But a barrier's been erected between them and it doesn't seem likely to be disengaged any time soon. All she knows is, it's certainly not her doing.

    When a flicker of guilt nags at her, Nia scowls. It's not. Damn it.

    With chin tilted in mild defiance, she slips around the table to view the somewhat dour face of Ens. Rangin. "You saving this seat, Rangin, or can I join you?" She doesn't give him time to refuse, instead gracefully sitting herself across from him and raising her cup of coffee. "At least let me offer my congrats on that commendation."
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    Kylah understands Collins's meaning--even if she hadn't, the wink would have made it clear. She tries to smile in kind, but her lips twitch as if in a mild spasm, and instead she just nods.

    "I am glad you can--that you and he are able to...ease your stress with each other in such a way. My experience differs." The words are blunt, and the moment they are out, Kylah is aghast that she expressed such a thought. She pretends to find the corridor walls very interesting in an effort to hide her flush. "But--but you are right that I should rely on my training. I have forgotten that. And not just Starfleet's training, but how I was raised. I would be ashamed if my parents, long resting in the realm beyond, could see how low I have sunk."
       

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    Kylah's last comment confuses Collins. "Sunk low? You're a Starfleet officer! Serving on a Constitution class ship! There is nothing 'low' in that. Yes, you were assaulted and robbed, but that was not your fault. You didn't go to Anubis looking to be attacked. Stop blaming yourself and move forward." Collins continues to try to bolster her roommate's confidence as they reach the Mess and she chooses yogurt and fruit and a large coffee for her breakfast. "No one has invented a working time machine yet, so you cannot change the past. You've gotta live in the now and look to the future." She waits while Kylah chooses her meal, then will find a table where they can sit and continue talking.
       

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    Rangin looks across the table at Lt. Onn, a fork half raised to his mouth, as she slides into the seat. As he slowly places the cutlery back on his plate, he cannot help but furrow his brow while speculating on what Ens. Graham's current arm candy is up to. Probably highly unfair on Lt. Onn who certainly had more intelligence than the knuckle-dragger, but apparently a complete lack of good taste.

    "The seat's free and thank you ma'am, I just did the best I could to help with the testing. It was nothing special, just application of experiences I've had," he replies politely keeping his voice even.

    Rangin raises the fork back to his mouth and begins chewing away.
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    Kylah chooses a bowl of fruit salad, grateful that Collins did not look at her when essentially saying Kylah is not to be blamed for what happened on Anubis. Collins is wrong, of course, but Kylah can hardly explain why. When following Collins to sit at a table, she keeps her eyes on the tray and nods at the other woman's words. "I am sorry, I did not mean to imply anything about my status on the Yorktown." Not that her status is very high, especially considering what a constant source of trouble she seems to be. Kylah doubts very much she will rise any higher, unless her uncle manages to finagle a promotion the same way he managed to speed her through the Academy and land her on a Constitution class ship.

    "By sinking low," she continues, moving the fruit around with her fork, "I meant what you are saying. I am not behaving as befits either a member of my family or a Starfleet officer. I must try to do better. I must do better. As you do." Kylah finally looks up at Collins. "Did you always have confidence? Ambition? You seem very driven. Is that what keeps you from weakness?"
       

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    It's impossible for Nia to miss the ensign's cool, measured demeanor, which is only just the right side of polite. But it's certainly possible for her to ignore it, for now anyway. "Right. Just some tests. I get it, you're an unobtrusive man, not the braggy type. I bet you might even think no one notices what you do for the ship. But you're wrong. I've noticed it."

    She sips her coffee, which is too hot and makes her scowl as she sets it down. "You've been on a roll since that Sakathian mission. I'm tight with the engies, and they tell me you're the one who basically prevented Delaney from sacrificing himself. Plus, if I'm not mistaken, on OC3 you singlehandedly took down that murderer, a guy with supernatural mental powers."

    Nia swirls her spoon around her cup a few times, then lifts it, blowing on the liquid to cool. Her eyes take in Rangin with interest. "And regardless of... whatever the hell is up with your romantic situation, which don't worry, I know it's none of my business... you still helped find the little lost princess back on Anubis. Pretty sure she'd be dead now if it weren't for you.

    "So, yeah," she concludes, raising an eyebrow. "You were more than due for a commendation. Frankly, I think you'd've been promoted by now if you were in one of the ship's pet departments, mentioning no names." But her head tilts slightly in the direction of a group of red-shirted security officers.

    She smiles wickedly. "Anyway. With Brold and his crew finally gone, I guess you'll go back to studying weird life forms, huh?"
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    Collins smiles at Kylah "Driven? Yes. Confident? Not so much. But I pretend to be. And if I pretend to be confident long enough, then eventually, it won't be a pretense." She takes a big swig of her coffee and lets out a sigh of satisfaction. "Caffeine helps. A lot. Maybe that's why I love coffee so much. Instant confidence. Maybe try it, sometime. It's kind of bitter if you don't add any milk or sugar, but the jolt it gives is worth it. It also mixes well with hot cocoa."
       

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    Graham doesn't have a ton of time, but he's taken to a variety of high-protein energy bar designed for a high-metabolism species that he initially described as "weird" but has re-considered to be "addictive" so he swings by the mess....

    ...Where he's not sure how to react to the fact that Kylah and Collins are sitting together (basically good, but maybe I shouldn't butt in, the closer those two are the better) while Nia is talking to of all people Rangin (not that I have any worries about any threat to Nia from that piece of shit, but I don't want to spoil my appetite...)

    Bar--bars--in hand, he looks for some of his Security colleagues as the best available option. Might as well check in on what's going on in the department, he thinks.
       

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    The Mess Hall is somewhat crowded, but Graham easily spots a table of redshirts. Lt. JG Ryan Jones is shoveling in scrambled eggs as he talks to Ensigns Euterpe Terezis and Jeanne St. Croix; Spec/1 George Fox and Spec/2 Vasosz, a Borothan, seem to be half-listening as they eat. There is an empty seat at the table.
       

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    Graham walks--almost not limping, at this point--over to the empty seat at the table where his Security colleagues are seated.

    "Hey, St. Croix," he says when there's a break in the conversation, "I doubt I was ever going to out-race you, but now I think we can be certain of it."
       

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    Rangin's head doesn't move from where he is looking at his plate while taking another bite of his breakfast, but his eyes move up as he tries to work out what Lt. Onn is about. Given everything, she can't just be making polite conversation, which means she is likely talking to him for a reason.

    He looks at her quizzically as she rattles off a litany of the past few weeks and is genuinely surprised when she mentions that she thinks he deserves more than just the commendation.

    Rangin smiles wryly and shakes his head before sipping at his own coffee. "I'm going to have words with Gordon, but yes ma'am that's reasonably accurate. Although, perhaps they missed out the bit where Fujishiro and I were both infected, not to mention that on OC3 all I did was be unnoticeable enough so I could hit someone with a phaser at 10 paces. Hardly heroic if you ask me."

    Rangin puts the cup down and picks the cutlery up again. "And yes ma'am, with Dr Brold and his team happily transported back to Anubis, I'm sure Lt. Cmdr. Roble will find me something to do. However, there are no further weird life forms on board, I know them all to a degree. In fact the only one I've had no physical experience with, is Sidonian."

    Rangin looks back at breakfast and starts to eat again, but pauses with a fork half raised as something nags at him before lowering it again.
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    Rangin's last words nearly make Nia spill her coffee as she laughs. "Physical experience," she repeats, delight warming her voice. "Oh, my. If I wasn't otherwise engaged, I'd be taking those words as an invitation--or a challenge." She sips her coffee, still chuckling, and then sets it down.

    "But while any number of guys, and not a few gals, would've meant it that way, I don't think you're one of them. Not just because I suspect you think I'm tainted by association with your nemesis, who's just walked by unless my peripheral vision is playing tricks on me."

    Nia leans back, assessing Rangin critically. "But also, there's that other weird life form, the one who secretes tears that supposedly enslave men. To speak frankly without infringing on your privacy... I don't get everyone's fascination with her. I don't get her.

    "The way people talk about the girl, she's either a delicate flower who can't survive outside of a hothouse, or she's a malicious hellcat ruining the lives and possibly careers of one man after another. That murderer, the Vice Admiral, some random business guy, and the freaky rock star, just to name the folks she supposedly hooked up with on OC3. And on the ship... well."

    She makes a pointed look at Rangin. "Ignoring present company, and my friend whose name I'm still keeping out of this, there was that whole incident in the rec room a few weeks back with a certain transporter engineer. The gossip's still flying around about that. Half the crew are saying stay away from the crazy, the other half are like, bring it on."

    Folding her arms to lean on the table, Nia frowns, genuinely interested. "I have to say I'm kinda surprised that you seem to be in the second group. No judgment, if drama is your thing. And I'm not even saying I believe either the gossip or the paeans to her virtuous victimhood. Like with most things, I think the truth lies in the middle." She gazes down at her tray, shaking her head.

    "I don't know. I'd like to understand what's up with her, because right now she's causing issues between me and my friend, and I'm... I'm not comfortable with that. I don't expect you to fill me in on private stuff, but... speaking as a scientist, you must have some thoughts on her. I once joked with Booker--"

    Nia cuts herself off, then smiles crookedly. "There I go, I already broke my 'no names' policy. Let's just say I once offered the opinion that whatever's in those Elasian tears might extend to pheromones surrounding her. There must be something that draws drama around her like a magnet and makes people go nuts in her aura. That rec room incident, which I'm sure you've heard of... the Anubis mess... the scene in Sickbay not long after... and most recently even at a funeral, for pity's sake.

    "So tell me, Mr. Xenobiologist. Is there something she's emanating other than those famous tears?"
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    The coffee on Collins's tray demands new respect from Kylah, and she looks at it almost longingly. "You make it sound like a drug," she murmurs. Her focus shifts from external to internal. "Dr. T'Var gave me some medication, once. Right before we went down to OC3. It was calming, though, not... empowering. The way you describe this. Either way I did not feel comfortable with it. Its effects were too ephemeral. Whereas your confidence..."

    Kylah looks back up at Collins. "You say it is a facade. Maybe one time I would have understood that, even knew it. But I cannot now. Recently it seems my--my ability to judge others' internal lives has been..." How do I put this? "--Has been wrong, more often than not. I am at a disadvantage. If your confidence is an act, you are very good at maintaining the impression of one who is certain about things. At least to me. I admit I did not always admire that about you--I am sorry to be blunt, but it is true. Just as I know you felt otherwise about me.

    "Now, though... I would give anything to return to who I was before I joined the Yorktown. I never expected things to change so much. To the point that I am afraid what my uncle--my Guardian, I mean--will see, once he visits. As he has promised to do."

    Threatened, more like. Aldaan's last message, received this past week, was almost painful to read. Having heard of her exploits on OC3, and now her attack on Anubis coupled with the loss of her zither, her knife and her mother's jewels... Her uncle made it clear that he would deliver a replacement set of knives personally. And that she is to expect a visit at some point, sooner rather than later.

    Kylah shakes her head slightly and stares at Collins. "Mr. Graham said I should learn how to defend myself. In addition to this caffeine, does some of your confidence come from your... physical abilities? You seem to spend a lot of time in such activity. Not just with Ensign Cooper, but--" Realizing her gaffe, Kylah drops her fork. "I am sorry, that came out... I meant your workouts with him." She tightens her lips. Every word seems to embarrass her further.
       

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    Collins feels some empathy with Kylah, but only as far as being young and in unfamiliar surroundings go. When Kylah catches herself in the double entendrè, Collins giggles a little. "Yes, I guess keeping fit is part of it. I feel strong and that helps with the confidence. I know I'm agile and quick, and I'm always working to improve that as well. Why don't you come with me after watch. I'm sure we can find some light cardio for you to start with. And if you keep at it, you'll feel better in no time." Collins finishes her breakfast. "I'll work with you, and help you along, if you'd like. Ready to go?" She gets ready to stand. She doesn't want to rush the girl, but it is getting close to start of watch.
       

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    St. Croix looks puzzled for a moment, but then she bursts out in a laugh. "You may be right, Mr. Graham. When you're feeling better we'll just have to put you to the test."

    "Pull up a seat, Booker," Jones says. "Good to see you. How are you doing?"
       

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    With a quick glance at her mostly uneaten food, Kylah nods at Collins's question and pushes away from the table. Before emptying her tray, she picks up a grape and stealthily pops it in her mouth. When she saw Dr. T'Var earlier in the week, the doctor had noted her weight loss, though it was nothing she seemed to find worrying.

    Kylah feels as if she is always hungry but has been skipping meals more and more. She has noticed that her chest and hips are not stretching her uniforms as much as they used to. Perhaps the less prominent those particular attributes are, the less unwanted attention she will receive.

    After everything with Jan, Zweller, Ferguson and/or Velir--Ensign Rangin, she corrects herself--she wants to be as invisible as possible. As it is, for the past week she has been on guard, waiting for some axe to fall. She is not naïve enough to think there will be no repercussions from... whatever they did.

    Avoiding this frightening direction of thought, she talks quickly to Collins. "It is kind of you to offer, and yes, I would be grateful for some lessons. In truth, I am not very good at sport. Of course, there were the athletic requirements at the Academy..."

    She decides to leave it at that, not wanting to admit to Collins just how poorly she did on her physical examinations. Collins will discover that for herself, no doubt.
       

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    Graham clap Jones on the shoulder and takes the offered seat. "Don't mind if I do." He shakes his head. "Well, twenty years ago if that Klingon had full-on shot my leg off I'dve picked it up and used it to give him a helluva beat-down." He shrugs, glancing around the table. "Now--well, it's taken a few days on ice and a lot of tender loving care from the torturer--I mean, the therapist--to get back on my feet, but the doctors say nothing's permanently screwed up."

    He smiles. "With my leg, anyway. But I'll say I've got to give old Vargas some credit: he was positively Commander Florence Nightingale when he came by to see me while I was laid up. I first figured it was to chastise me for being late for my watch, but he was all right."
       

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    "We're all glad to have you back," Jones says, as the others smile and nod. "Anything we can do to help, just say the word."

    Kylah notices Thalen entering the Mess Hall.
       

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    A swell of obligation and genuine gratitude fill Kylah's heart at the sight of her superior officer, and she excuses herself from Collins for a moment to walk up to Thalen.

    "Pardon me, sir?" She clasps her hands together to restrain herself from touching him, as she normally would--an Elasian gesture to display courtesy. "I just wanted to thank you again for your patience and--and generosity--over the past week. You helped me more than you can know by indulging my requests, which must have seemed..."

    Kylah's gaze flickers to the floor as she shakes her head, trying to sum up her cowardice without revealing its source. "...They must have seemed random and capricious. And I have no doubt they frustrated and even inconvenienced you or others. I know I have already apologized for requiring such accommodation, but I do so again. And Lieutenant, I vow, somehow, to live up to your confidence in me."
       

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    Rangin listens carefully while Lt Onn speaks and reveals a few things it appears he is unaware of. But still he's not quite sure why she is asking about Ens. Kylah and surely it's not just because Ens. Graham has a really bad case of over protective parent syndrome.

    A few enquiries around the Science lab had mentioned what kind of person Lt. Onn is, certainly well respected and liked, the only consideration that most mention is her large appetite and not necessarily of the food kind. Of course, there was one joking comment that the reason Lt. Bennett carries out all the inductions is to get first pick before Lt Onn sweeps them up. How much in jest this is though, Rangin is unable to tell. If he didn't know better he'd almost swear she is looking to make Ens. Kylah a notch on her bedpost and wants to make sure nothing untoward may occur.

    Mirroring her pose, Rangin leans on the table, "Well Ms. Navigator ma'am, if there is anything physiologically different than you would have to ask Dr. Villa, though I'm sure patient confidentiality would be in force at that point. But from me, she has the most serious case of misfortune and misjudgement I have seen in a long time. She's not delicate or a hellcat, just someone who is, to be honest, a little inexperienced in dealing with what it means to be not just a Starfleet officer, but on a more general level. But no, there are as far as I am aware, no extra pheromones or other physical attribute affecting those around her. Well, other than the fact she has the most entrancing smile."

    "Now what has passed between us is a matter for us alone, a gentleman never tells, but I will be honest and say I hadn't heard of any trouble she had had in the rec room, but perhaps I can guess at the person in question." Rangin thinks back to their first time together, almost a date, when she had asked about a certain man who had given her a little bit of grief. His face darkens slightly as he remembers, "Lt. Ferguson, perhaps? if it is, I'd be interested to hear more ma'am."

    He sits back and muses slightly. "I will also just say that, no, Ens. Graham is not my personal nemesis, he doesn't even rank in my top ten list of people to run from, but he seems to think harassing me is his own personal right. As to the precise reason, I also do not know, and to be honest, I don't really care as it's his problem not mine..."

    Then Rangin leans forward again, with a wicked grin and drops his voice slightly "...and you are right ma'am, it wasn't an invitation and I doubt I would be much fun as a challenge. Though what I've heard your being otherwise engaged involves a few more than just the one. Besides, I've done my playing around, although it still leaves the temptation to consider it and send your current arm candy into apoplexy. But I don't think that would be gentlemanly, do you ma'am?"
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    Nia enjoys listening to someone she's never heard say more than two or three sentences together. Not as shy or retiring as she thought, which admittedly is what Booker's told her. Repeatedly.

    But his use of the word enchanting regarding Ensign Kylah... that's more poetic than she expected. And the look in his eyes when he says it, maybe even picturing her as he does, is an intriguing mixture of tender and wistful--even regretful. Definitely not predatory.

    She responds lightly. "Well. If you wanted to make sure that I know you're not interested, you just did two things right: calling me ma'am like I'm your grandmother--I'm Nia when off-duty--but worse, you went and called me a navigator." She points a mock accusing finger at Rangin. "I'm a pilot and engineer, full stop. Meaning I like taking action and getting down-and-dirty whenever possible.

    "I could sit at Nav easy as pie--the airships I learned on and even built back on Sidonia all required me to use both skills, none of this fancy dual station jazz; same with shuttles, which is why I'm Singh's go-to whenever possible. But Nav alone doesn't float my boat. Give me real mechanics every day. Navigator! Hmph."

    She smiles to show she's not actually angry. The guy seems to expect attacks or insults, regardless of his insisting Booker Graham's not his nemesis--or he wouldn't be so delighted to consider sending Booker into a jealous fit.

    The defensiveness probably comes from the Coridanite thing, Nia guesses. She can understand it: it's not easy to have a background where everyone leaps to assumptions about you.

    So, Miss Smartass, if you can empathize with a Coridanite, why are you so tough on the Elasian chick?

    Taking a large, annoyed chomp of her biscotti, Nia tells her inner voice to shut the hell up. She notes that others are beginning to leave the Mess, and mentally gives herself another five minutes of info-gathering. After crunching away on the remainder of her biscotti, she refocuses on Rangin.

    "I am glad you care about being gentlemanly. That jibes with what I've heard about you from various sources... all but one or two. Including Kylah. But every time I see her, the kid looks closer to a breakdown, so she's not necessarily reliable. Heaven knows how she passed her psych evaluation. But I dunno. Maybe she wasn't always like this.

    "That Sakathian zombie fest... that was her first mission, right? Might've been her first time in danger. And her first kill, if she phasered any of them. Maybe that's why she went hog-wild, jumping on every guy on OC3, assuming the rumors are true." Her tone has shifted from wry to reflective. Nia's trying her best to understand the girl. "I can appreciate that. Being with someone can be... life-affirming. If it's with the right person. Or people."

    She returns to look at Rangin. "That pretty much explains what you've heard about my various, uh, engagements. My people back home have a life-expectancy of about 40. I'm 34. Being off-planet probably extended my lifespan, but I really don't know for sure. Plus having the freedom to... well, wait a minute, we're not supposed to be analyzing me. Sorry."

    Her smile is now crooked. "And that's the weird thing. I've been on the ship for two-plus years and have slept with, like, a third of the crew, but there are still fewer bitchy reports of my varied activities than Kylah's after having joined the Yorktown only... what, a month? Six weeks? And believe me, I'd know. I'm best friends with the biggest gossip on the ship, bless his heart.

    "So why the difference? She's doing something weird. For example, that rec room debacle. You seriously haven't heard about it? I guess right after you were on a mission, so you must've missed the brouhaha."

    Nia brushes a napkin across her mouth and leans forward again. "You're right about the male half of the participating duo, which kind of surprises me. Either an amazing guesser or you've seen something between the two of them..." She flips a hand in a kind of shrug. "Sources say that the pair were having a normal conversation, that she looked intense--not a surprise--while he looked guarded as hell. No one heard anything at first. Supposedly she stood up, leaned over him, acted almost threatening." Nia raises an eyebrow. "To the degree a shrimpy little thing like her could be threatening, anyway.

    "And that's when he blew up. Yelled at her to stop harassing him, that he wasn't interested in her, and that he'd report her if she kept pursuing him. After he ran out, she stood there looking like a paralyzed tomato. And that's when Booker stepped in and took her away."

    This time she shrugs for real. "Right after that, she was on OC3 and allegedly making conquest after conquest. You were there. With you, did she seem like the aggress--okay, this really is none of my business. Sorry." Nia sucks on her bottom lip in thought. "I'm serious, though. How sure are you that there's nothing to this physical symptom thing? Have you ever actually tested or examined her? Uh... scientifically, that is?"
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    Thalen smiles in a kindly way and bows his blue head, inclining his antennae towards Kylah. "Your thanks are appreciated, your apologies are unnecessary, and I'm sure you'll do a fine job back on the Bridge, Mr. Kylah. Do you feel ready?"
       

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    Collins nods s Kylah excuses herself. "I'll see you on the Bridge." She busses her tray and heads out as Kylah approaches Thalen.
       

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    Kylah nods with as much certainty as she can. The mere gesture feels like a lie--has anyone in Starfleet ever been as uncertain as she?--but she hopes her fierce desire and sheer desperation to persevere will make it so. "Yes, sir. I look forward to resuming whatever duties the ship requires of me."

    A little twinge of discomfort returns once Collins exits and Kylah remains behind with Thalen and the other crew members. For the past week, when left mostly to herself in the back of the Communications center, or briefly in Collins's company in their quarters, Kylah found it easy to forget that her empathic abilities had disappeared.

    Now, with a mess hall full of individuals whose emotions normally would have radiated to her like an ever-present hum of static, Kylah--despite a degree of recovery--still notices how muted and dull everyone seems. It is like seeing the world through a sepia-toned filter.

    She always wanted to be normal, to experience a rest from the barrage of others' emotions. The phrase be careful what you wish for has never seemed so accurate.

    But she keeps her expression enthusiastic and her gaze steady. "If I may ask, sir, are we headed to a specific destination? Is there anything in particular I should be scanning for?"
       

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    Thalen says, "No, we're patrolling in the Whalen sector. Back and forth, looking for trouble. Just keep an ear on the usual frequencies and help the Captain, as needed. Good luck!" He leaves her to get his breakfast.
       

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    Kylah nods her thanks when Thalen leaves. As she turns to go, her scan of the Mess takes in a sight that catches her breath.

    Lt. Onn and Mr. Rangin, at a table. The lieutenant looks... the way she usually does the few times Kylah has seen her: comfortable, composed, and somehow giving the impression that she's hiding some secret amusement. That the older woman is aiming this toward Ensign Rangin--and his wry smile, in return--makes Kylah's hands tingle with the sudden desire to grab the knife at her side--the one that no longer exists--and fling it so that it lands expertly in the center of the table between them.

    If Kylah's fears are correct, the ensign has already got what he wanted from her. The revolting trap has been sprung, and Zweller had his revenge, shared with his friends. So why should Rangin not move on to someone closer to his own age, someone who seems far less of a scared rodent than Kylah?

    Anger clenches her jaw. She inhales and looks away--catching a glimpse of Mr. Graham as she does. It takes all her self-control to prevent herself from running to him and reporting what happened.

    But what is there to report? Thus far there is no proof. The note? Meaningless. No apparent medical proof, not that T'Var has found as yet. And the curious destruction of her old communicator... Perhaps by the end of today, Lt. Delaney will have had time enough to examine the device and let her know why it stopped working. But what if it has nothing to do with... whatever Darren Zweller did? Mr. Graham cannot investigate something she cannot even remember.

    She tears her somewhat desperate gaze away from Graham, steels herself, and leaves in a hurry to reach the Bridge. Kylah promised Thalen she is ready to perform her duties to the best of her ability, and she cannot fail him. Or herself.
       

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    Rangin listens quietly to Lt Onn as it appears that a few things had occurred he isn't aware until now. There's a slow set of nods as she continues to fill in the gaps. Rangin sighs as she finishes and he scrumples up the paper napkin and drops it on his plate not really feeling like finishing off the rest of his meal.

    "Well, Nia, that answers a few questions. No, I really didn't know about the rec room but I honestly shouldn't be surprised. Also Sakath was not a nice mission and, if it was her first it's a bit of a baptism by fire."

    Rangin harumphs as he looks across the table at Lt Onn, eyeing her up and trying to work out whether he should tell her anything further, after all he did try to hold to the general privacy rule. But then it might help and as he considers the options, his fingers gently drum out a tattoo until he comes to a decision.

    Rangin leans forward slightly across the table, almost conspiratorally, "If I understand what you say, then that incident in the rec room was not her first encounter with Lt. Ferguson. I don't precisely know what happened, but I had the feeling it wasn't pleasant and I did say she should perhaps give him a wider berth, but it appears she decided to do her own thing. Hence that scene."

    "As for OC3, we were run ragged most of the time. If she was making conquest after conquest, she was doing it on a heavily sprained ankle, which isn't conducive to carrying out those kind of meetings and most of what was reported is complete junk." He beckons Nia closer across the table. "It really didn't help that Security then nearly got her killed. And I'm saying that in spite of, not because of, Graham. He didn't have anything to do with it. Follow that up with constant rumour and gossip and what do you expect."

    Taking a sup from his remaining coffee Rangin leans back slightly, "As for something extra, I know she is worried about the standard Elasian issue, almost paranoid about it. No, if she wanted power over people she'd be using them left, right and centre, but she's very careful...conscientiously so, to make sure it doesn't happen. But you never know, perhaps I should find if there is something else, especially after OC3."

    He nods a few times to himself, memorising the things he needs to follow up on, before relaxing slightly and smiling back at Nia. "I suppose I should head for my shift on the Bridge, but before I forget, my apologies for comparing you to a mere navigator, Nia. " He rolls the name around as he says it, allowing it to come out closer to Near. "An appropriate name indeed," he chuckles quietly. "I'll be honest, I'm curious to find out more about the Sidonians direct from source. That is if you wouldn't mind spending a while talking some time. Though I can certainly understand should you wish to decline." Rangin's eyes flick across to where Security are being as loud as usual and then back again to Nia.
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    Nia rests her chin on her hands, which are clasped as if in prayer. Rangin's words are affecting. Or effective, as Book would say. The Coridanite knows how to be charming and pull off sincerity. Is it real?

    She's not easily fooled by men. And it seems Rangin could easily have made Kylah sound like a manipulative maneater; Nia's given him every opening to blame the girl for everything short of murdering that resort-spa guy herself.

    Plus it wouldn't be out of character for him. From what she heard about what happened after Kylah's kidnapping--the confrontation between Kylah and Rangin in the Sickbay, witnessed by multiple people including Booker--Rangin had a wildly different opinion of Kylah's motives, and was happy yelling it to all and sundry.

    Now he's defending her, and it's Kylah who's doing all the accusing. What the hell is going on with these two?

    "You've given me a lot to chew on, Ensign," Nia says. "This is one complicated girl--it's as if everyone sees her completely differently from everyone else. I almost wonder if she really exists, or she's someone we're each projecting." She shrugs and puts her coffee back on her tray. "Well. That OC3 mission sounds eight kinds of fu--uh, messed up. Glad I wasn't involved. Although maybe I'd understand you guys better if I were."

    She sits back. "Thanks for the chat, and for not treating me like the enemy just because I'm... something... with Booker Graham. I'm as open-minded as they come. Ask anyone." Her sly smile probably resembles the reptiles she evolved from. "And consider your invitation accepted, Ensign. Maybe if I give you what you want, you'll let me call you by your first name?" With a nod, and telling him she'll see him on the Bridge, she picks up her tray and returns it where it belongs.

    Next, Nia walks slowly over to the table that's been taken over by Security. "Morning, officers," she says, giving a special smile to the three or four who are especially... familiar... though only brushing past Booker. Already knowing the answer, she asks: "Anyone on Bridge duty this watch? And if so, wanna join me on the way?"
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    Graham's enjoying his tasty snack and his colleagues' company, disturbed only by a brief glimpse of Kylah looking...distressed, I guess. But she takes off so quickly there's not enough time for him to decide if trying to ask what was up was even a good idea--never mind lurch to his feet after her.

    And he's studiously avoiding looking at the table where Nia is talking to Rangin. About what he can't imagine.

    But he's certain wandering over there would ruin his day, most likely in more ways than one: wasting my breath on Rangin is bad enough, but potentially pissing Nia off after the weird thing we're in right now...

    Heading out without saying anything to Nia doesn't sit well with him anyway, so he's relieved when she...saunters, I think that fits...over.

    "I'm headed that way, ma'am," Booker says, pushing himself to a standing position.
       

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    Although they greet Onn politely, none of the other Security officers are headed up to the top deck, as it happens. Booker and Onn walk out of the Mess together.

    On the Bridge, Kylah relieves the duty Communications officer and takes her seat. Collins does the same at the Security console.

    Capt. Singh is in the big chair. She nods to both Kylah and Collins when they come in. Lt. JG John Brooks is at Nav and Lt. JG Faraz Pourtash is beside him at the Helm. Lt. Gennadi Antonov is at Science I; Ens. Sasok, a Vulcan male and a warp field specialist, is at Engineering. The other Bridge posts, including Tactical (Graham's eventual destination), are unmanned for the moment.

    The stars stream past on the Yorktown's main viewscreen, as the Starfleet heavy cruiser maintains a standard patrol course at Warp 3.
       

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    Rangin watches as Lt. Onn makes her way across to Security, no longer interested in maintaining a facade for her in the same way as it appears she had dropped whatever pretence she was wearing.

    Well, well. Didn't we drop back to on duty quickly, once I'd finished speaking. Back to just plain old Ensign and off you go, bold as brass and heading for the knuckle-dragger. I wonder what it was I said that you wanted to hear?

    Seeing her talk to them, it's no surprise when Ens. Graham joins her in walking out of the Mess Hall. It appears that Lt. Onn is less impartial than she mentioned. Then again, it seemed to be a common trait with certain women running to him. Maybe Graham is the one with the pheromones instead.

    Rangin waits a few moments in front of his empty tray, before picking it up and leaving after them. While heading for the Bridge he considers that it appears Graham has decided to send his flying monkeys to talk to him instead of an outright confrontation. Let them come, he will be as polite as always.

    On the subject of apes, as he steps out of the turbolift and onto the deck, there is an amused smile at the thought of Ens. Graham with teeny, tiny wings struggling to get off the ground going Ugh, why me no fly.... He nods to Lt. Antonov on the way past and settles into Science 2, starting up the main scans and reports before turning and enquiring if there is anything extra he should be aware of.
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    Kylah is somewhat glad to be back on the Bridge. At least there are no bad memories here. Nevertheless she keeps flashing brief glances to the turbolift and the Science officer she does not know, hoping he will be manning the station by himself.

    But not long after, the doors open and the familiar, compact figure of Velir Rangin appears, walking up the stairs to take his place. Kylah only lets herself get a flash of his shape and face before forcing her gaze back to her own monitor. She cannot help shuddering; her skin now has the sensation that mites are crawling over her.

    From what little she saw before turning back to the terminal, he did not even toss a look in her direction when he entered. She is back to being nothing. Kylah is not sure which is worse: to be caught by his smug appraisal, or to be ignored as if she is no longer of use to him.

    Focus, she tells herself while her shaky fingers adjust her earpiece. Focus. You could not expect to be fortunate enough to have avoided him today. The fates are not that kind.
       

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    Nia walks slowly alongside Booker, the silence between them growing more evident. She sees Rangin pass them, his gait quick and businesslike as he reaches the turbolift.

    She slows down even further. Getting into the same lift with Rangin and Booker is not an option. The mind boggles.

    Once the door slides shut, she waits two more seconds and finally lets her arm brush against Booker's in a way that could appear accidental--except to him. "Don't know about you, but I had an... interesting breakfast," she murmurs casually. "But I'd have a much better lunch if you'll share it with me."
       

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    "Well the bar for dining companion looks to be pretty low today," Graham replies wryly, grimacing slightly. He rubs his head.

    "Sorry...ah, I'd like that." The brush of her arm against his momentarily cuts through the sort of...gloomy fog that's surrounded them since the funeral, and he can't resist giving her hand a quick gentle squeeze. "Very much, Nia."
       

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    Once seated, Collins checks the previous watch's security logs. If there is anything of note, she will inform the Captain and follow up on it. Otherwise, she just monitors the feed, awaiting specific orders.
       

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    Rangin sees that ship's sensors are operating at full effectiveness. Nearby space seems to hold little of interest, however, other than a brown dwarf star just over half a light year away. After a minute or two, Antonov looks up from his work, smiles and says to him, "You're welcome to take Science I, Ensign. I'm just going off-duty."

    Through her earpiece, Kylah notes that there appears to be only routine intership comm traffic at the moment.

    Collins reviews the previous watch's Security logs. Two storage-compartment doors in Engineering which should have been locked were found unlocked within half an hour of each other; nothing appears to have been taken. Cmdr. Vargas initialed the report half an hour ago, indicating he'd read it.
       

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    Nia smiles and squeezes Booker's hand in return. "Good to hear." As the turbolift zips its way to the Bridge, she continues, "And as far as my dining companions are concerned... I was fishing for information, that's all. I wasn't particularly concerned if the catch seemed slimy. Although honestly I didn't and still don't see him as a monster." She gives Booker a side-eyed glance. "Except that I couldn't get him to warm up to me. So he's clearly a sociopath, because who could resist this?"

    With a final grin she releases Booker's hand before the door opens up to reveal the Bridge.
       

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    Graham starts to smile, then, realizing that as the doors open he'd likely look like a grinning idiot, assumes a straight face.

    Taking a brief moment to appreciate Nia's figure walking away from him, he gives Collins a quick thumbs while on his way to his station when he can catch her attention.

    He detours as necessary to come within speaking distance of Ens. Kylah. "Good to see you back on station," he says quietly with a little encouraging nod.
       

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    Pourtash sees Onn and yields his seat at once. "The Helm is yours, ma'am."
       

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    Mr. Graham's approach gets Kylah's attention, as do his soft, welcoming words. "Thank you, sir," she says, trying to smile back though unsure how well she accomplishes it. Her gaze follows him over to Tactical before she turns back to her station.
       

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    With the other Helm officers, Nia would respond to a remark like "the helm is yours" with a murmured "Damn right it is." But Pourtash is pretty new to her, and she doesn't think he'd realize she's joking. Instead she just smiles gratefully, thanks him, and takes her seat. She blinks in surprise at seeing Kylah--Nia figured the girl was permanently relegated to the bowels of the ship--and can't help checking out Rangin before raising her eyebrow at Booker. This oughtta be interesting.

    Then she turns her focus to her companion beside her in the Nav chair. "Good morning, Mr. Brooks," she says softly. She takes in the course and coordinates on his panel before checking her own setup to ensure the altitude and velocity are what they should be. From what she's seen of Pourtash, she has no doubt all's well. Especially since it seems they're just continuing the sector patrol.

    "Still strolling around the block, are we?" she adds conversationally to Brooks.
       

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    Rangin looks up from the console and across to Lt. Antonov. "Thank you sir?" he replies while beginning to shut down Science 2 in readiness for the next person to use it.

    As he gets up to move across, Rangin looks round the Bridge having not paid much attention to its occupants when he first arrived. Most of it is as expected, apart from the back of a familiar head bent studiously over a console and probably concentrating hard on the task at hand. Rangin isn't egotistical enough to think she is thinking about him, he's probably last thing on her mind.

    But she is here and if he gets a chance, then just perhaps he can talk to her, find out why she appears to be ignoring him. Of course, if he is going to do that it can wait until Graham has wandered off on patrol.

    But for now, Rangin busies himself with the Science 1 console.
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    Pourtash and Antonov leave the Bridge, nodding to the Captain as they go.

    Everything looks right on Onn's board. "Good morning, Mr. Onn," Brooks replies with a friendly smile. "Yeah, pretty quiet so far. I've only been here for a few minutes myself. From the logs, looks like nothing much happened last watch, either."

    A yeoman in Command yellow exits the turbolift, steps into the well of the Bridge and hands Singh a tablet and stylus. She begins to read.

    A stocky technician in red coveralls enters and begins talking quietly with Sasok at the Engineering console.
       

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    Graham gives a little shrug in response to Nia's glance. Then, chastened by the fact that the damned Klingon got him before he got the Klingon, doubles down on triple-checking Tactical's readiness--looking anything that isn't 100% ready, could go wrong or could be done better, he dives into each weapon, sensor, and system.
       

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    Everything on the Yorktown's Tactical console and all ship's weapons and defensive systems are five by five.
       

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    Collins messages Cmdr Vargas Re the unlocked cabinets, who is in charge of the followup? And has a full inventory been done to make sure not only that nothing is missing but that nothing has been added? Like an incendiary device? I'd be happy to take lead on the investigation.. She turns to Graham. "I think I've convinced Kylah to come work out with me after watch. And to drink coffee." She says quietly and snickers a bit.
       

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    Collins soon gets the following response: Lt. Jones is following up, but may appreciate some help. We don't have a full inventory yet from Engineering but a spot check was made. A scan showed nothing dangerous left behind. VARGAS.
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    Collins replies to Vargas Thank you, Sir. I will get in touch with Jones and see if he needs me. After she sends that, she messages Lt. Jones. Collins here. Heard about the little mystery. Anything I can do to help?
       

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    The reply soon comes back: Sure, if you can tear yourself away from the Bridge. Deck 19, Section Gamma. Thanks. JONES.
       

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    Between their various tasks, Graham quietly replies to Collins. "Uh, not sure about the coffee--but overall, good to hear."
       

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    Collins smiles at Graham, and returns to her console. After reading Jones' reply, she turns to Singh. "Ma'am? Lieutenant Jones has said he could use my help with the mystery of the unlocked cabinets. Permission to leave the Bridge?"
       

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    Singh raises an eyebrow. "Very well, Mr. Collins. Return when you're done."

    Collins leaves.

    A few minutes later, Chief Engineer Cheverez calls Singh. "It's an inlet flow sensor on the port nacelle, again, ma'am."

    The Captain asks, "ML09 again?"

    "No, it's ML10 this time. You said you wanted to be told."

    "Indeed I did. All right, I'll be right down. Singh out." She looks around the Bridge speculatively. "You still have your BCDO certification, don't you, Mr. Graham? Very well, you have the conn. This shouldn't take long."

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    Nia listens to Cheverez's report with interest and a hint of concern, her forehead wrinkling in a slight frown. Weird. Warp field flow seemed fine when I just checked it. Then again, if multiple inflow sensors are going wonky at various times, I could be getting incorrect info...

    Then she hears that Booker being ordered to take the conn. Her frown smooths out and she can't hide the spark of interest in her gaze, watching his reaction. Well well. Should be fun letting him call the shots. Uh, for some of us... Nia lifts a hand to brush a nonexistent stray curl from her forehead, taking a peek through her fingers to see how Rangin takes this one.

    She's curious about Brooks, too, for that matter. With Antonov and Collins gone, and not counting Nia herself, he's the ranking officer here. And Nia's occupied at her station with no relief nearby. She certainly couldn't get the conn--Brooks isn't capable of running Nav and Helm, the way Nia could if Brooks had been called to the big chair. So this probably feels more like a snub to Brooks.

    Too bad, Brooksy, she thinks, amused. Happens to all of us sometime. Hell, if Collins had been here, I'm sure all of us would've been long forgotten.

    Internecine politics aside, Nia just feels a little swell of vicarious pleasure at the thought of seeing Booker in charge.
       

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    "Sir--?" Graham's response is almost a question rather than an acknowledgment of the Captain's order, but he manages to elide his initial, shocked response into "Yes Captain."

    He wonders about the phrasing of her question: "why yes, ma'am, when I was busted and court-martialed and nearly thrown out of Starfleet, revoking my BCDO was the last thing on the higher-ups' minds..."

    Yet despite his shock and the fact that the muscle memories are a decade old, rounding his station and taking the chair feels natural.

    Almost by instinct he checks the controls built in the "big chair's" arms. "Is that reading from the port nacelle anything that might affect the ship's performance, Mr. Onn?" he asks as he does.
       

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    The controls on the chair arms are a little different from the ones Graham remembers from the last time he sat in the big chair on a starship's bridge - but not too much so. The seat is very comfortable but he is aware of being - or, at least, seeming to be - the focus of everyone's attention.

    Brooks glances over his shoulder at Graham but does not seem particularly put out, Onn observes.
       

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    In the turbolift, Collins tells it "Deck 19!" then messages Jones that she's on her way.
       

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    Jones welcomes Collins. He is in a narrow Engineering access corridor along with Ensigns Mahmoud and Three Crows. All fourteen of the storage hatches, each about half a meter square, are closed but two.
       

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    Glad for the opportunity to look back at Booker, Nia swivels in her chair and--though avoiding an obvious smile--lets her eyes show her enjoyment of the situation.

    "The inlet flow sensor reading's probably not too concerning. There are redundancies built into the system for just this sort of scenario; unless they all fail at once, it's unlikely to cause a problem, especially since we're not stretching the warp drive past normal parameters."

    She hesitates, then turns back to the Helm. "Still, it's atypical," she adds thoughtfully while her fingers tap away at her panel. "I'm checking the error logs to see just what kind of downtime the Captain and Chief Cheverez were talking about for both sensors. It'll just take a moment, sir." Using the title, this time Nia can't keep the tiny smile from her lips.
       

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    "So," Collins says after greeting each of her fellow security officers, "bring me up to speed." As she listens to whomever speaks, she takes a visual survey of the cabinets and the corridor.
       

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    Graham's pleased to see Nia seems to enjoy seeing him in the big chair...

    In fact he flushes a bit and has to break eye contact as he contemplates the fact that they might both enjoy being the in the big chair together if a private moment on the Bridge could be arranged...

    He clears his throat. "Very good, Mr. Onn. Please share your findings with the Engineering station."

    He swivels to face it. "Mr. Sasok, please assess any risks and form a recommendation for work-arounds, should it come to that," he says with a nod, his demeanor deliberately expressing his confidence the Vulcan almost certainly could come up with three with one ear tied behind his back.

    Maybe I'm biased, but I just haven't met too many slacker Vulcans, T'Var and anyone else on this crew included.

    He spins forward and rubs his chin, resting his elbow on one arm of the chair.

    He should ask Rangin for an update on what the sensors show in the vicinity upon taking the big chair...

    "Mr. Kylah, how's the neighborhood?" he asks without turning around, resuming a normal seated position. "Any chatter worth noting?"

    For a moment it feels like he's younger, his officer's rank intact...

    And Jane still alive.

    Sitting in the chair for five minutes while Singh checks a sensor--or for that matter takes a crap--doesn't change a damned thing, Booker.

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    It takes a few seconds for Kylah to process the fact that someone is asking her a question. She turns to Mr. Graham. "Thus far I have heard nothing out of the ordinary, only standard communications to and from the ship. As well as beyond us in the--the neighborhood." Kylah uses his casual term a little shyly. "I will alert you if that should change, sir."

    She adjusts her scan to make a broader sweep, just to see if there is anything a little further out that should be noted.
       

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    Graham listens to Kylah's response and just ever so slightly pivots the chair in her direction. "Very good. Keep up the good work, Ensign," he replies before turning his attention back to making heads and tails of some of the controls on the big chair that have changed in the ten years since he's last sat in one..
       

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    Onn sees that replacing an inlet flow sensor takes about half an hour, if all goes well. Each is about the size of a communicator and is firmly and sometimes inconveniently situated. Neither of the sensors mentioned by the Captain and Chief Engineer has had previous problems, and both are less than a year old; IFSs usually last at least five years.

    Jones nods towards Three Crows. "Mr. Three Crows found the compartments open. Ensign?"

    The Indian woman tells Collins, "I was on routine patrol and found them like this, ma'am. Storage Compartment E202 holds self-sealing stem bolts; E204 holds wire of various gauges. Nothing particularly valuable, and nothing missing, it looks like."

    Sasok nods and says to Graham, "Aye, sir. If I may have a few moments...?"

    Kylah's broader comm sweep turns up little of interest, although there is some higher-band subspace interference from the brown dwarf which Rangin earlier noticed.

    Ens. Josiah F. Russell enters the Bridge and sits at the Security station where Collins had been. The Tactical post remains vacant, which is not unusual when the ship is at neither Yellow nor Red Alert.

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    Kylah flushes at the compliment from Mr. Graham. He means well and has good intentions, of course. But overpraising someone for performing such a basic-level task is what one might do for a child.

    She thanks him quietly and examines the interference from the brown dwarf. It seems unlikely there is any reason to attempt to filter the stray noise and strengthen the sensor sweep. Then again, they would not have caught the Naradraen's signal if it had been thus hidden and no effort had been made to seek it out.

    Deciding to err on the side of caution--especially since there is nothing much else to focus on, which means her mind might wander back to either her unpleasant thoughts or the man not far away at the Science station--Kylah tries to find a way to break through the interference.
       

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    With a nod at Booker's order, Nia sends the data over to Sasok. Both IFSes failing so quickly? Either we got stuck with subpar goods a year ago when they were installed, or... Her mouth purses. She's not entirely sure what the or should be. Sabotage? In such a remote, hard-to-access area? There are multitudes of easier and less obscure ways to mess up a ship. Then again, obscurity might be the whole point.

    The thought makes Nia roll her eyes at her own paranoia. Right. And this mythical saboteur planned it a year ago. Talk about a slow burn.

    Most likely it's just a faulty pair from the same lot of dud sensors. But why fail now? Nia mulls this over. They might not currently be pushing their warp capabilities, but during the chase of the Klingon shuttle last week, the Yorktown certainly didn't spare the metaphorical horses.

    She voices the possibility aloud, and adds, "Mr. Sasok, is it possible that these IFS issues were triggered by the higher-than-usual warp speed? Or even some damage from the Klingons' phaser attacks that we didn't catch?"

    Turning her head, she looks back at Booker. "Might be interesting to investigate the Starfleet database to find out if there've been any complaints or reports of similar IFS flaws on Constitution-class ships." Her chin lifts slightly in the direction of the young Elasian woman behind them both. "Maybe someone good at research...?"
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    "Well," Collins says in response to Three Crows' report, "a thorough inventory needs to be done. Better to find out now that everything is there, than to learn later one or two items were missing."
    She turns to Jones "Don't these cabinets have access logs? Have they been checked? Perhaps this corridor should have tighter security."
    To the whole group she asks "Who was on watch in Engineering when this happened? Did they notice anything at all, that maybe they thought wasn't worth reporting? What, if anything, can be made or altered using stem bolts and wires? Has anyone checked the tools storage for recent access and/or usage?"
       

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    Graham nods. "Very good. Mr. Kylah please make a search of the appropriate Starfleet channels."
       

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    Kylah determines that the subspace interference from the brown dwarf is quite limited and very unlikely to keep the Yorktown from receiving any comm traffic. The interference will diminish as the starship moves further away, dwindling to nothing in three or four hours at the most. She checks Starfleet Engineering tech advisories for the past year and sees no reference to IFS flaws aboard Constitution-class starships.

    Sasok says judiciously, "More likely the former than the latter, Lieutenant, I believe. The Klingons used disruptors, not phasers, but none of their attacks hit anywhere close to the IFSs. A thorough scan of them, once removed, should tell us more."

    Jones listens to Collins and shakes his head. "No access logs for stowage of low-value stuff like this. The corridor is usually unoccupied. As for the inventory, we were just waiting for... ah, here he is."

    "Sorry about that," Ens. Oscar Rico says, walking down the corridor with a tricorder in hand. "I had to download the compartments' manifest."

    When Collins repeats her questions, the young, eager-looking Engineering officer says, "I was on watch in the nearest Engineering compartment. I didn't notice anything at all out of the ordinary. Stem bolts and wires... hmmm. I dunno. Nothing dangerous that I can think of. They're not explosive or anything. Tools storage? There are six locations on this deck alone, and people are in and out of 'em all the time."
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    "But aren't there access logs for the tools? I mean, don't we need to know where each tool is at any given time?" Collins asks Rico. "Could the bolts and wires be used to bypass a circuit, or cause trouble some other way? Don't forget, we've already had a sabotage attempt on this ship." She realizes her voice is getting a little loud, so she takes a breath. "Okay, do the inventory, and send me the report. If there is a bottom to this, I'd like to get there quickly." Too bad this isn't Old Earth. They'd have already dusted for fingerprints. Why don't we do that anymore? Collins wonders. She turns to Jones. "Can you think of anything I've left out?"
       

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    Rico says, "No, tools are in circulation just about all the time. We use them a lot - there's no access logs for them. I suppose the bolts and wires could be used that way, but I've never heard of anyone doing so, and I'm not sure how it would be done. If someone were really determined to damage the ship, there are more direct ways to do it." He looks at Jones, then back to Collins. "I'm sorry, I didn't know there'd been any sabotage on board. When was that?"

    Jones replies to Collins, "I think we should scan for DNA and fingerprints, too."
       

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    "There was an incident during my first mission," Collins replies to Rico. When Jones makes his suggestion, Collins looks at him with wide eyes, and opens her mouth to say she was just thinking that, but decides against it. Instead she says "Good. Yes. Do that. Keep me posted. I have to get back to the Bridge. I'll send an update to Commander Vargas, too." She nods to each of the crew standing there, then heads to the turbolift. "Bridge" she tells it, then tries to shake the embarrassment of not having suggested the obvious herself.
       

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    With Graham in the big chair, Rangin decides that discretion is the better part of valour. There is no way he will be able to talk to Kylah, and he doesn't trust Graham enough not to do something petty while acting BCDO.

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    "Aye, ma'am," Jones says. Mahmoud unlimbers his tricorder to begin a scan as Rico takes inventory.

    The turbolift whisks Collins back to the Bridge, where she sees Graham in the big chair.

    Rangin's sensors show all is well in the Yorktown's immediate vicinity.

    Not long after, a light begins blinking on Kylah's board. She listens using her earpiece; it is a coded incoming live message from Starbase 11, intended for the BCDO.
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    Kylah turns toward the captain's chair and relays the information to Mr. Graham, a slight frown of curiosity lowering her brows. "May I put it through, sir?"
       

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    When Collins sees Graham in the center of the Bridge, she smiles. She decides to walk through the center to get to her station, rather than walking around the outer deck. As she passes Graham, she gives him a friendly slap on his upper back. She then takes her seat and composes a message to Cmdr Vargas updating him on the cabinet case, and sends it off.
    When Kylah tells Graham of the incoming message, Collins turns her chair a bit to get a better view of Graham as he deals with this. She is still smiling.
       

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    Graham's musings about how sweet it would be if the universe conspired to offer him an opportunity to assign Rangin with a rectal thermometer to take the temperature of a rabid mugato are interrupted by Kylah and Collins.

    He almost smiles in surprise when the latter slaps his back, but he reins it in.

    The big chair deserves a straight face...

    "Very good, make it so, Mr. Kylah," he says with a slight turn of his head and a nod as he gives his jersey a downward tug into a comfortable position.
       

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    Kylah presses several buttons, accepting the message, decoding it and putting it on the main viewscreen. The starscape clears to show a handsome older black man in Starfleet uniform sitting in an office, his hands folded before him.

    "Starbase 11 to USS Yorktown," he says. "This is Rear Admiral Lawrence Stone." He focuses on the figure in the big chair. "To whom am I speaking?"

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    Collins swivels her chair a bit more to also see the screen.
       

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    Graham was probably already sitting up straight, but whether or not it's possible for some sort of psychological straightness to permeate his posture, he certainly feels if it does.

    "Sir--Ens. Booker Graham, BCDO Yorktown."
       

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    Stone nods. "Thank you, Mr. Graham. I have a new assignment for the Yorktown. We've lost contact with the Federation civil advisory group on Sigma Iotia II. You are to proceed there at once, provide any needed assistance, and report your findings. The necessary authorization and briefing materials will follow at the conclusion of this conversation. The frigate Orellic will take up your patrol route. Any questions?"

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    "Of course, sir," Graham replies. "Were there any signs of trouble before they went dark?"
       

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    "None," Adm. Stone says. "They're supposed to check in via subspace radio once a week, and didn't send their scheduled signal yesterday. We always wait 24 hours in these cases to see if it's a simple mechanical problem or the like, but we've still heard nothing."

    Collins receives a text on her communicator: Happy Valentine's Day, Jer. Thinking of you! XOXO COOPER.
       

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    When her communicator buzzes, Collins turns back to her console. Cooper's message makes her happy, so she messages back You, too, Ben. Happy Valentine's Day. Dinner *and* tonight?
       

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    "Understood, sir. Yorktown out."

    (Assuming Stone ends the transmission) Graham says:

    "Nav - lay in a course for Sigma Iotia II, but do not change course until ordered."

    "Lt. Collins, prepare to brief Capt. Singh on any security-related issues based on the briefing documents and any other information you dig up."

    "Likewise, Mr. Kylah, you will brief the captain on recent Starfleet communications and notable events related to Sigma Iotia."

    Then Graham hails Capt. Singh.
       

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    Collins is startled at hearing her name, because she was thinking about Cooper, but she did hear what the Admiral said about Sigma Iotia II, so she says "Aye, Sir" to Graham and starts pulling together the information.
    She types the following into the computer:
    Display the staffing details of the Federation Civil Advisory Group on Sigma Iotia II
    Display their last three reports
    Display any civilian reports relating to the FCAG
    Display all constabulary reports time stamped since the FCAG's last report
    Display an overview of any and all security risks


    While the computer clicks and whirs, Collins reads the briefing documents on her datapad.
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    Cooper replies, Sounds good - strike that; sounds great! See you soon.

    The admiral says, "Thank you, Mr. Graham. Good luck. Stone out." The viewscreen returns to the image of stars and deep space ahead of the ship.

    Lt. JG John Brooks, at Nav, snaps the switches on his console. "Course plotted and laid in, sir, but not implemented, as ordered. We are now four hours, twelve minutes away at Warp 8." Onn sees on her own board that this is correct.

    The Captain replies to Graham at once: "Yes, Ensign?"

    Collins quickly reviews the files on Sigma Iotia II. They are classified, but not above her clearance level. The Federation has a five-person advisory group on the world, the latest of several in the past couple of years. Their last three reports, on helping Iotian society become more united and less violent, are somewhat vague. There are no civilian reports, and no constabulary reports. Security risks include turmoil, intrigue and occasional violence among the Iotian leadership, persistent violence and crime in Iotian society generally, and reported Orion pirate activity in a neighboring sector.
       

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    Rangin sits back in his chair and continues monitoring. It would be remiss of him not to ensure that the ship is safe and he turns the scanners towards Sigma Iotia II to check what is in the area.
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    "Aye aye, sir," Kylah says, not very certain. She does not know what events would be of use to the captain that Collins would not already be picking up.

    She searches for any communications or news items related to the planet.
       

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    Nia murmurs, "Warp 8. That's... I'd like to get confirmation from Engineering that we're okay to go with the IFSes before going full throttle like that, especially if going fast's what caused the problem in the first place. Mr. Sasok, can you please see if you can get an update from the Chief on our status there?"
       

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    "Captain, we just received orders from Adm. Stone to investigate loss of contact with the Federation civil advisory group on Sigma Iotia II. They're 24 hours past their scheduled check in. Orellic is enroute to take our place here. Briefing and paperwork are inbound. Course is laid in but awaiting your order," Graham replies.
       

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    Collins prepares her report for the Captain. She also looks up all of the Federation's missions to Sigma Iotia II, from first contact to the most recent CAG, to get a full history of the planet. She wants to be well prepared for any questions.
       

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    Rangin soon determines that SI2 is too far away to scan from the Yorktown's current position.

    Kylah finds no references to the planet in any recent communications or news items.

    Sasok checks his board and says, "I see no particular risk to high-speed warp travel, under the circumstances. The IFSs are multiply-redundant components of the warp drive. But I will check with the Chief Engineer, just to be sure."

    Collins begins digging into Starfleet's records on SI2. There's a lot to cover.

    After a long pause, the Captain says to Graham, "I see. Thank you, Ensign. Let me have a word with Mr. Cheverez. Stand by."
       

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    When Collins sees the volumes of information, she types Summarize the history of SI2, detail only Federation contact. She never did like reading about history. She always preferred fiction.
       

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    Graham wonders at the pause. I'm not exactly Mr. Protocol, but this has been pretty much BCDO-duty-by-the-numbers, he thinks. Maybe Singh has her own way of doing things I just stepped on...

    Well, I'm still in the chair...


    "Mr. Rangin," Graham says without turning toward him. "Prepare a briefing on SI2 in your area of expertise. Let us know if there are any nasty viruses or dangerous vermin we need to watch out for."
       

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    Nia almost smiles in amusement at Sasok's somewhat patronizing response. Yes, I know it's a redundant system, you pointy-eared pedant, I just said it was.

    All she says is a smooth, "Exactly, that's what I was thinking too, Mr. Sasok. Considering there've been inexplicable failures in two sensors barely one-fifth into their usual lifespan, we're better safe than sorry. Especially since Captain Singh was concerned enough about the system to leave the Bridge. In my experience, captains of Constitution-class starships don't usually go to such trouble over minor repair work. She may know something we don't--well, that goes without saying; there is a reason she gets the comfy Big Chair."

    When she hears Booker's order to Rangin, she turns slightly to take a look at the man currently filling the aforementioned chair and flashes him a very different smile than she would have given Sasok. Good boy. Nice and professional.
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    The small Library Computer terminal on Collins's Security console begins compiling post-First Contact data on the planet.

    "Understood, Lieutenant," says Sasok, who is already texting Cheverez.

    Rangin sees no listing of dangerous diseases or creatures likely to be encountered on SI2. Other than its unusual society, it is a fairly typical Class-M world.
       

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    Graham leans forward a little, his shoulders rising and hunching slightly, each hand enfolding an the edge of an arm of the big chair.

    For a moment, he feels the history and weight of the chair and his own scars becoming one.

    This is where you wanted to sit. It's a hard place to be...

    But it's easier than sitting in your skin every damn day, isn't it?

    He knows he's stupid to try to think of something Singh wouldn't have a handle on, something that would give the Yorktown that extra edge that brings everyone home sage at the end of each mission...but he's running through things in his mind...

    When he looks up and sees Nia's smile aimed in his direction.

    It's...beautiful, for one...

    His lips tick upward at the edges--a hint of a smile--and he nods just ever so slightly.

    But at the same time his jaw tightens, and he turns away because the burden he feels in his skull, likely expressed in his eyes, doesn't seem the appropriate response.
       

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    Singh is on the intercom again. "Stop the ship, Mr. Graham, and stand by. Mr. Cheverez thinks it advisable to run a full diagnostic on all the IFSs before we go to high warp."

    Sasok, overhearing, raises an eyebrow and says, "I believe there is your answer, Mr. Onn."
       

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    Booker's smile is so minuscule--and his head turns so quickly afterward--that Nia almost wonders whether she imagined his response. Something seems to be troubling him. Her smile wasn't unprofessional, she doesn't think. Not as if I was signalling a prelude to ravishment right on the Bridge floor.

    She rolls her eyes mentally at her own thoughts. Probably got nothing to do with me, stop being so self-involved. What's that Earth saying, something about heavy heads wearing crowns? Nia scowls, unable to remember. The point is, maybe Booker's not as comfortable in command as she thought. Could be rusty.

    Maybe that's it, she wonders with eyes blinking as if a light has just been turned on. Maybe he's self-conscious. Been out of favor for a while, if I remember his record. Maybe he wants to make the best impression, doesn't want to screw up. Totally understandable.

    While vowing privately to help Booker succeed however possible, Nia catches Singh's order. Sasok's comment follows right after, and it's all Nia can do to avoid a smug 'Toldja so' reply. She just nods and, without even needing to double-check thanks to a decade of muscle memory, places her hands on the appropriate spots on her panel.

    Since Singh's order was to Booker, not her, she chooses to underscore Booker's authority. "Mr. Graham," she says smoothly. "I'm prepared to reduce speed and disengage the propulsion. Awaiting your command, sir."*


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    Collins has been so engrossed in her research, she's only tangentially aware of some of her shipmates' concerns over the engines. She does hear Singh's order, though, and turns to face the center of the Bridge so as to better be connected with what's going on.
       

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    Graham frowns just slightly, a little surprised one stupid part might be such a problem--but then again maybe that's one reason why I was never into engineering...

    He then nods to Onn. "Very good, bring 'er to a stop."
       

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    "Aye aye, sir," Nia says, and begins the delicate dance required in dropping the ship's speed by bringing down the power level of the engines, an action she coordinates with Sasok, followed by--as soon as it's safe--engaging the reverse thrusters in gentle pulses to slow the ship further.

    One can't perform these actions abruptly. Even with the inertial dampers and artificial gravity, jerking a massive starship to a sudden halt (or a relative halt--as any first-year cadet knows, there's no such thing as truly "stopping" a ship's motion, except relative to some specific landmark; Nia chooses the brown dwarf as a convenient point of reference) would cause the universe's worst cases of whiplash on record. And that's only if there were anyone alive to notice any neck pain.

    When the process is finished and she can calculate the Yorktown's motion relative to that brown dwarf, Nia will declare the ship, effectively, at full stop.
       

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    "Aye sir," comes Rangin quiet reply as he starts running through the science logs of the planet. Finding little to nothing about the planet which may be considered dangerous, from biological to scientific, he scans the main logs for details on Sigma Iotia II.

    What he finds does not make him happy, an Earth type planet which seems to be attempting to be a poor shadow of Coridan. He had already left one such planet behind hoping that his Starfleet experiences could be beneficial to his homeworld. Now he just has to wait for some smart mouthed shipmate to make some comment about him being right at home.
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    Graham's feelings on being called "sir" by Onn and Rangin are decidedly different.

    Nia's words remind him...of being young, and ambitions, and...in love.

    I was married, we were planning to have a child, and I was sure I'd get my own command...


    And then: in my own command--even as a lieutenant commander-- I'd get that bastard of my ship in no time flat...
       

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    "Nav confirms all stop, sir," Brooks says.

    Rangin finds quite a bit on SI2 on the Library Computer. He sees from the access logs that Collins is reviewing much of the same material.

    Ten minutes pass, and Singh returns to the Bridge. "I relieve you, Mr. Graham," she says, smiling as she approaches the big chair. "Report."
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    Graham stands, stiffens to attention and replies "I stand relieved."

    Then he relaxes slightly and continues. "Rear Admiral Stone issued orders to investigate, immediately, loss of contact with the Federation civil advisory group on Sigma Iotia II. They are 24 hours overdue for their weekly check-in. No sign of trouble beforehand. We're to investigate, provide any needed assistance and report, ma'am."
       

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    Singh takes her chair. "Yes, you told me that earlier. Sorry - I meant, anything new since I left the Bridge?"
       

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    Having turned to look at the captain once she returned, Kylah glances from Singh to Mr. Graham, then girds herself before speaking up. "I beg your pardon, sirs--" She aims this at both Singh and Mr. Graham, though her voice is quiet. "Captain, I believe Mr. Graham mentioned that Rear Admiral Stone said that the necessary briefing materials regarding the mission would follow his contact with us. However, we have not yet received them. At least, there has been no further communication from Starbase 11 to my knowledge."
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    Nia has a little inward twinge of empathy when Singh--tactfully, at least--corrects Booker. Not wanting to embarrass him, she makes sure to keep her expression unchanged and neutral.

    When Kylah breaks in, Nia almost gets annoyed with the girl, but realizes that she's trying to help Booker, not show him up. She sounds so tentative, though, like a guilty child afraid of punishment. Nia feels compelled to give the ensign a tiny encouraging nod for supporting Booker.
       

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    Rangin is rather glad that he is facing into the console as the Captain points out to Graham he is acting like a parrot. It wouldn't do to obviously smirk at his below average intelligence to comprehend orders. Seems that BCDO training was a little bit out of date and perhaps Graham is due for a refresher.

    It's only made more amusing when Kylah pops with the information that Graham should have passed across.

    Regardless, Rangin waits to see what the Captain orders next concerning the current situation.
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    Science Office Roble enters the Bridge and goes to stand next to the big chair.
       

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    "Captain," Collins says "I've been researching SI2, in particular, the Enterprise and Captain Kirk's mission there."
       

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    Graham's a little surprised Singh didn't ask if there was anything new if that's what she wanted to know, but every officer has their own style.

    "Nothing new, Captain," he replies. He nods approvingly in Collins' direction. "But the team have been looking for information on SI2. I believe Lt. Collins served under Kirk."

    Given the famous Captain's reputation, he wonders whether he should have used different phrasing...
       

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    "Yes, but that mission was before my posting there." Collins thinks she's picked up on a little bit of a double entendré from Graham, so she smiles at him. "It did come up in conversation now and then, though."
       

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    The Captain looks like she's fighting a smile. "All right, thank you both. Return to your post, please, Mr. Graham." She turns in her chair to face Kylah. "Notify all senior officers to attend a briefing in Conference Room 1 in an hour. That will also include you, Mr. Rangin and Mr. Graham." She continues, "Mr. Collins, I'd like you to brief us about what you've found. Mr. Roble, please review the materials sent by Adm. Stone and bring us up to date on what's happened in the planet since Capt. Kirk's mission."

    "Aye, Captain," the Yorktown's Science Officer says. He goes to the Science II console.

    A few minutes later, the Chief Engineer calls from belowdecks. "All IFSs check out, ma'am. Warp power at your discretion."

    "Thank you, Mr. Cheverez. Well done. Mr. Brooks, set course for Sigma Iotia II. Mr. Onn, Warp 8."

    "Course plotted and laid in, ma'am," the navigator says.
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    "Engaging, ma'am," Nia says after casting an eye at Brooks's monitor to make sure the course is plotted in before she starts them off. Going from full stop to Warp 8 is a process, not an instant leap. Nia treats the Yorktown as she would a prize stallion who's been in the stable too long. The horse wants to stretch its legs after being cooped up, but going to a full-out gallop would be a huge mistake. One must do things gently.

    So she begins at impulse before then 'revving up' to Warp 2, then 5, and finally Warp 8. There you go, girl, Nia thinks with a tender smile while they finally zoom forward at the incredible speed. Cheverez's word notwithstanding, she sends a note to Sasok to keep an eye on the IFS readings, just in case a third one decides to go kablooey.
       

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    Kylah follows through with the captain's orders, although she frowns in curiosity at having been included in a meeting with senior officers. After her dismal performance over the past... well, her entire time on the Yorktown... surely there are others better suited to such an assignment. Likely the captain simply wishes me to take notes, she thinks with a tiny one-shouldered shrug.

    Then she hears Singh's request to Roble regarding the mission briefing documents, and immediately she turns her chair around. The words "But Captain, I just said we have not yet received them" are nearly across her tongue before she clamps down on them. She does not want to contradict the captain, or imply that the older woman did not appear to listen to what Kylah told her. Even if it is true.

    Kylah wants to be invisible; that means not making trouble or causing a fuss. When Roble sees he has nothing to read, he will tell the captain. Kylah need not be involved at all.

    She swivels back to her monitor and chews on her bottom lip.
       

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    "Yes, ma'am." Collins says and compiles the salient points for her presentation.
       

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    Rangin frowns slightly at the Captain's orders as he wonders why he should be invited to such a meeting although it may be that is suspicions are accurate and it is due to his heritage.

    As Lt. Cmdr. Roble gets to the Science II station, Rangin greets him. "Sir," he emphasises with a nod as he half turns back to the terminal, "anything I can do to assist?" There is little else for Rangin to do while waiting for the briefing.
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    Graham returns to his post and (though not expecting to find anything changed) does a quick once-over of all the relevant readouts.
       

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    Onn is indeed prudent to gradually bring the Yorktown up to full Warp 8, but everything goes smoothly and within a few minutes the starship is racing towards Sigma Iotia II at her maximum safe speed. Sasok acknowledges her message.

    Kylah finds the attached data which Adm. Stone mentioned waiting in the incoming subspace comm buffer. She may decode and pass it along to Roble.

    Collins continues her research and, working diligently, is able to gather the information she needs in the time allotted.

    Roble says pleasantly, "No, thank you, Mr. Rangin. Please monitor the sensors while I prepare my part of the briefing the Captain requested."

    Back at Tactical, Graham sees that just about everything is how he left it.

    Before you know it, it is almost time for the briefing.
       

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    "Very good sir." and Rangin returns to the scanners for the next hour until the time comes to head for the briefing when he accompanies Lt. Cmdr Roble and engages him in conversation trying to get an idea in advance of what it might be about.
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    After sending the meeting notification to senior staff, then decoding and sending the briefing material, Kylah passes the time doing her duty and, as often as she dares, checking for any messages from Lt. Delaney. When it is time to leave, she swivels in her chair but stops short when she sees Mr. Rangin getting up as well. She pretends to have forgotten to attend to something while waiting for him and Roble to exit, her fingers tapping in and out of a subfolder at her station to buy some time.

    At last it is safe. She hurries from her post, taking a datapad with her, and heads off--slowly enough not to catch up with anyone but quickly enough not to be late.
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    Graham has to work to resist rolling his eyes when Rangin leaves for the briefing with his nose shoved cheekbone-deep up Roble's ass.

    He leaves enough distance between them so he doesn't have to hear it before heading to the briefing.
       

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    As they ride in the turbolift, Roble tells Rangin, "Something's gone wrong on Sigma Iotia II. It's got a very... odd culture. We're going to find out what happened to the group of Federation advisors there, and then do what we need to do." The doors part.

    The Captain rises from the big chair, says, "The Bridge is yours, Mr. Onn," and walks to the turbolift.

    Singh and the senior officers, as well as the junior officers she asked to attend, soon are gathered in Conference Room 1. When all are seated, and tea, coffee and other beverages have been passed around by stewards, she says, "We're now en route to Sigma Iotia II, a planet which has been under observation, and receiving Federation assistance, for several years. We'll arrive in about three hours. Lt. JG Collins will report first on background information, and then the Science Officer will bring us up to date. Mr. Collins...?"
       

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    Nia gives Singh a quick aye aye and contacts Ens. Leventhal to take her place at the helm. Her eyes linger on Booker as he walks away, both appreciating the view and glad she gets more Big Chair time.

    Still, she thinks as she sits down, one leg crossing the other, I'd better use my next evaluation to ask Singh about the Chief Helm Officer gig. I should be in that meeting.

    Many ships of the Yorktown's class have someone in the chief helm role to coordinate practice drills, handle assignments, and generally keep the helm crew running as smoothly as any of the well-cared-for shuttles.

    As for the others in line for such a job, Nia knows her fellow helmsmen are capable, but there's no doubt in her mind that she's the best on board, both at the helm (for what it's worth) and, most of all, behind the virtual wheel of the shuttles. And like the shuttles, those smart-ass flyboys know I can take them apart and put 'em back together too. What more could you ask for in a chief?

    Her only real competition is Lieutenant Kendin. A first-class helmsman but not someone who cuts an authoritative figure, personalitywise. Nia's not sure he'd even want the position. No, I'm the right gal, she thinks with a kind of mingled hope and confidence. And a slow smile curls her lips when she imagines Ben Cooper's face upon hearing such a promotion.

    Nia quits her pleasant if somewhat unworthy reverie and will spend her time first doing a quick rundown of the various stations to check on their statuses, and--once through--beginning a conversation to liven the atmosphere and keep the Bridge officers from zoning out. As far as she's concerned, an engaged crew is a high-spirited and mentally sharp crew.
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    Collins taps her datapad and then addresses the gathered officers.

    "First Contact with Sigma Iotia II was by the USS Horizon a hundred years ago, before subspace radio and before adoption of the non-interference Prime Directive. The Enterprise was sent to investigate after the Horizon's century-old signals were finally picked up by Starfleet. The initial reports noted that the Iotians, a humanoid, pre-industrial race, were smart and very imitative. The Enterprise's landing party found this to be true, except that they had made considerable advances in technology. The inhabitants had also modeled their entire society around an old Earth history book about early Twentieth Century Chicago crime syndicates, with murder, theft, and extortion part of everyday life. Captain Kirk decided that since the Federation had inadvertently diverted the Iotian society from its natural course, he had a duty to set things to rights. Commander Spock, Kirk's First Officer, noted some reservations in his official report, but conceded he had no better alternative."

    She pauses and looks around at the others.
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    Kylah listens attentively to Lt. Collins, scowling at the description of the changed society. It serves as a reminder that not all civilizations' first contacts with the Federation have resulted in a net benefit for the cultures and their people. Which jibes well with what Aldaan taught her, but Kylah has always wondered to what degree his warning was accurate--and how much of it was simply the influence of the Klingons' anti-Federation dogma.

    This appears to be a point on the Klingons' side. Of course, at the Academy, Kylah learned innumerable cases of positive contacts that offset the rare examples to the contrary. But she did not learn of this story until now. Kylah can almost hear her uncle's voice whispering in her ear: What else did the Academy's 'official' history lessons omit?
       

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    Graham frowns slightly, not having been familiar with the planet or its history.

    "Sounds like Coridan--at least when Kirk first arrived," he says to Collins. "Tough security conditions within which to operate, to say the least. Do the reports indicate things have improved since then, ell- ah, Lt. Collins?"
       

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    The mention of Coridan triggers a quick inhaled breath. Kylah is able to cover her mouth in hopes that no one else heard it. She aims her focus at her datapad, determined not to look at Mr. Rangin either in pity or sympathy. He deserves neither from her, and likely does not want any anyway.
       

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    "Well, Kirk did try to rectify the situation. And although he encountered resistance, Kirk and his landing party were able to establish some semblance of order. With the help of the Iotians' regional leaders or 'bosses,' whom he was able to bring together, Kirk established a 'Syndicate' to guide planetary development and reinvest in civil society. He recommended to Starfleet that they send regular missions to check on the Iotians' progress.

    "Of note, shortly after the Enterprise left SI2, Dr. McCoy, his Chief Medical Officer, realized he'd left his communicator behind on the planet. There were concerns that the inhabitants would take it apart, reverse-engineer it, and copy the technology. I believe Science Officer Roble will have info on that score."

    Inwardly, Collins lets out a huge breath that she felt she'd been holding the whole time she was speaking. I hope that covers everything, she thinks. "Any questions?"
       

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    Rangin says nothing and sits quietly despite the comment from Graham. It is to be expected given that Rangin would see him as being right at home on either planet carrying out whatever underhanded schemes Graham is thinking.

    He glances across at Kylah, but she seems not to be paying attention to the meeting, before looking around the rest and then back to Collins. There is a short shake of his head as he sits back further and waits for Roble to actually say what they are really doing here.
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    "Thank you, Mr. Collins. Any other questions before Mr. Roble brings us up to date?" the Captain asks.
       

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    Kylah looks up obediently. She remains silent but does not want to seem as if she is unaware that Singh has made a request. The only question Kylah herself wishes to ask--whether there have been any reports since the Enterprise left--will no doubt be answered by Roble's impending report. Still, she nods slightly at Collins to acknowledge her informative briefing.
       

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    Shit, lots of questions, Graham thinks... local weaponry, law enforcement (if any), current level of random violence...

    All more appropriate for an in-depth briefing on security, he reminds himself.

    He shakes his head and glances around at the others (well, not so much at Rangin).
       

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    Singh nods to Roble, who folds his hands on the Theban marble top of the conference room table. He says, "Thank you, Mr. Collins. As mentioned, Capt. Kirk's CMO left his communicator behind accidentally on SI2. When the Enterprise immediately returned to recover it, it couldn’t be found, and the Iotians denied having it. That was... worrisome, in and of itself. Kirk told the Iotians that a ship would come by every year. The Federation’s 'piece of the action' of planetary economic activity, through the Syndicate, was to be 40%. With some grumbling at Kirk’s approach, but having no better option, Starfleet set up a trusteeship to oversee the Federation’s ongoing role in trying to assist Iotian culture down a better path after the Horizon’s inadvertent changes."

    He sips his coffee. "The Potemkin returned last year. Its landing party found that Bela Okmyx, the leading 'boss,' had largely unified the warring regional factions and become president and CEO of the Syndicate, with Jojo Krako, a younger longtime rival, as the virtually powerless chairman of the board. Armed conflict and crime were less common, the landing party found, and less bloody, but Okmyx still did not have complete control. There also still seemed a strong Iotian cultural affinity towards 'The Book,' the written work of Chicago history that had played such a major role in transforming their society. The Potemkin left behind a team of five – a xenosociologist, an economist, an accountant, a historian and a political scientist - as a civil advisory group to advise and observe. The team is only about two-thirds of the way through its planned year on SI2, and Starfleet has now lost contact with them."

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    Rangin sits patiently as Roble gives part of the reason as to why they are there, but he can tell the elder gentleman has more to offer like descriptions of who these people are, what their mission was and where to start lookng for them.

    Scanning the planet would be a fairly futile effort. Without a clear area to scan in, finding another humanoid would be tricky and he hazards a guess that the Potemkin would already have searched for their tricorders and communicators. Rangin cannot help but look across at Kylah almost in hope of inspiration and wonder if he can pull off the same trick twice.
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    Kylah watches Roble, but now and then her gaze flickers over to Vargas. Why is a science officer giving this report, rather than the First Officer? This seems like a Security issue. She can name numerous times over the past month when the Chief of Security should have been more closely involved in a mission or incident, but was curiously absent. And now Roble has taken over this situation as well. Is Roble being groomed to take over Vargas's role? But why?

    Suddenly she gets a flash of her nightmare from last month--the ship near capture by the Klingons, the Captain ordering a self-destruct countdown... in that vision, Roble was Singh's backup, not Vargas. It is almost as if she had known, way back before her first mission, that Vargas would be sidelined. That is foolish. It was only a dream; I cannot predict the future. Still, Kylah shudders slightly at the memory. She then forces herself to pay attention.

    It is unclear whether Roble expects anyone to ask questions as he pauses. In the brief silence, Kylah inhales and says softly, "I beg your pardon, sir. May I ask how long ago the landing party's last known communication was received? And what they had said?"
       

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    Graham's has to suppress a chuckle as he listens to Roble's briefing. Only James freaking T. Kirk could come up with shit like this...but only Kirk could make it work out, he thinks.

    Nonetheless he can't help but notice when Kylah shudders as Rangin turns his eyes her way. His jaw tightens and his fists clench (fortunately, on his lap rather than on the table) reflexively just for a moment, but he forces himself to not stop and stare.

    He turns toward Roble instead, glancing along the way at Collins and Vargas. "Sir--were there no Security personnel assigned to the mission? If I may say that would strike me as risky given the, ah..local conditions."
       

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    Roble replies, "The advisory group's last communication with Starfleet was eight days ago. They indicated nothing amiss at the time. All of the officers had basic self-defense training and were issued phaser-1s and other standard mission gear. Starfleet believed that assigning Security personnel would most likely be futile, and would only provide any Iotian criminal with more potential hostages, if it came to that. All of the members of the group were volunteers and agreed with the policy." He shrugs a little uneasily. "I'm not convinced of its wisdom myself, but that was the decision."
       

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    "What could the Iotians hope to gain in a hostage situation?" Collins asks incredulously.
       

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    "Hard to say," Vargas muses. "The logs show that Kirk and his landing party were captured and escaped several times. Since the establishment of the Syndicate, it's possible one Iotian faction or another would try to extract particular advantages or concessions from the Federation, or try to scare us away, I suppose."

    "We'll learn more once we get there," Roble says. "Any other questions?"
       

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    Rangin drums his fingers a couple of times on the table. He knows it draws everyone's attention but it also helps him think.

    "Apart from who are they, what do they look like and what does the Syndicate have to say on the matter?" Rangin smiles at the lack of facts forthcoming. "However, this appears far more suited to a Security detail, so I would be interested to know why I am here?" Rangin looks up at the Captain. "I'm sure that there is a good reason, ma'am, but I am currently unaware of it."
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    Graham scowls.

    "I think you're right about the first part, commander," looking at Vargas. He spares a glance over to Collins before continuing. "I've had experience dealing with organized crime, and the people who rise to lead those type of organizations don't get and stay there without taking risks--including those their rivals would shy away from."

    He taps the table with the fingers on his right hand. "It might seem crazy for a crime boss on a relatively primitive world to think they could stand up against the Federation--but it's not crazy for them to think we might back down from slagging half a city to find one guy rather than cough up a ransom."

    He pauses just a moment, thinking. "Captain, before any mission team lands I'd like to review any logs and transmissions of the missing team that we receive for any signs of worry about one faction or another or...threats, intimidation...any signs one player or another might have been on their minds as a threat. Preferably with someone skilled at reading between the lines like Mr. Kylah."

    He rubs his chin. "I'd hate for us to get caught with our pants down."
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    Singh's expression clouds and she says to Rangin, "Are we keeping you from something more important, Ensign? You're one of this ship's designated landing party personnel. You will almost certainly be beaming down to SI2. I want you to understand the situation before you go."

    Roble says, "I'll send copies of the Civil Advisory Group's roster, including pictures, to each of your comm accounts. The Syndicate doesn't have a long-range subspace transmitter; we'll communicate directly with them once we enter orbit in a few hours."

    Thalen taps at a data tablet with a stylus. He says to Graham, "I'll give you and Ens. Kylah access to the CAG's transmissions. We don't have their logs; those were kept on-planet. My preliminary review of their weekly check-in updates showed no particular cause for concern, although you may see something I missed. Being on SI2 is no picnic of an assignment for those officers, that's for sure."
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    Kylah looks down again, hiding the pang of distress she feels when Singh chastises Mr. Rangin. Even now, she cannot help her emotions where he is concerned.

    "I imagine the landing party needs a science officer with the expertise to refine sensors so that they may distinguish and identify non-Iotian lifeforms," she ventures, still aiming her words as if dictating to her datapad. "As to reviewing the transmissions, Lt. Thalen, I doubt there is anything I would find that you could not. But I will do my best, sir.

    "I have another question. Whoever is chosen for the landing party... would they benefit from a summary of this 'book'? I mean, to fit in with the culture... the clothing, the language, and so on. I would recommend it to those who go, sir. If not to blend in and go unnoticed, it would at least show respect to their culture. No matter how odd it seems to humans whose past was mimicked, I think the Iotians might appreciate the gesture."
       

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    At Kylah's last suggestion, Collins inwardly rolls her eyes. Respectfully, she asks "Why? We don't do that for any other world. Besides, the garments worn at that time on Earth were highly impractical. If that's how the Iotians dress, it's a wonder they got as far as they have."
       

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    "Of course you have greater experience in such missions and landing parties, Lieutenant," Kylah says in her soft, even tone. "It is simply my observation, as someone from one of those other worlds to which Starfleet has... made its presence known... as well as from my own experience meeting with dignitaries and so on, that acceding to local customs would be a gracious and much-appreciated diplomatic gesture. To be honest, if this is not standard behavior when meeting with extremely insulated cultures such as the Iotians, I believe it should be. If you will excuse the suggestion, ma'am," she adds quickly with a shy nod toward Captain Singh.

    She turns back to her roommate, her eyes full of genuine confusion. "I am sorry, I do not understand the objection. Both you and Lt. Cmdr. Roble have just told us of Starfleet's previous encounters with these people. The Enterprise team was not welcome and was captured multiple times. Now the Potemkin team is missing, possibly endangered. It seems--forgive me, I do not wish to presume to advise Security on how to behave, but--" Kylah's worried glance shifts to Mr. Graham to see if he, too, disagrees with her. "--But it seems to me that any landing party is very likely to be unwelcome among such volatile people, and in potentially dangerous territory. Would it not be prudent to blend in?"

    Suddenly aware that she has already said far more than she intended in this meeting, Kylah lifts her shoulders in mute apology and sits back further in her chair, privately vowing to remain silent unless spoken to.
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    Thalen nods. "I'll send you links to The Book, too. Although it's out of print on Earth, the text and illustrations are in Federation records."

    Roble says, "The CAG wears Starfleet uniform, as Kirk and his landing party did - at least initially." He thinks. "Depending on what we find when we get there, it might be wise to wear local garb, as Kirk and his First Officer eventually did in order to infiltrate a boss's HQ. What do the rest of you think?"
       

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    Graham rubs his chin. "It's even possible that going in under cover, as it were, is the only way to get accurate information: I mean, if our folks really got caught up in some kind of power struggle, if we show up in Starfleet uniforms every side is going to bullshit us from the get-go to try and get us to do their dirty work for them..."

    He glances at the Captain. "Uh, excuse my language, ma'am." He clears his throat. "If these are like the gangs I've run up against before, there's a non-zero chance whatever happened to the CAG is a frame-up job, designed to lure us in to uh, 'whack somebody' is the saying from old Earth, if I recall correctly."

    He glances at Kylah with a small nod. "Even if we aren't under cover, the fact is that unless we're willing to use a prohibitive level of force, to some extent we're going to have to play the game by local rules...that makes me inclined to 'fit in' more rather than less."
       

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    I am *not* wearing one of those flimsy, fringey dresses. I'll wear a suit and hide my hair. Collins muses.
       

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    There is considerable further discussion, and eventually the Captain rises. "I'll reserve judgment on costuming for now. Thank you, everyone. You may return to your stations. Dismissed."

    Kylah checks a chrono and ship's status board; the Yorktown will arrive at Sigma Iotia II in an hour and a half.
       

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    Collins enters the Bridge and sees Lt. Onn in the big chair. Good for her, she thinks and takes her seat.
       

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    As Graham enters the bridge he experiences a strange moment seeing Nia in the big chair: funny, I always pictured Bennett in the captain's seat on a ship like this...not that Nia doesn't fit the role of a captain, but somehow, I thought a sleeker ship, a pilot's ship like a corvette...

    Nonetheless, she fills it well--from both a command presence and aesthetic perspective.

    He clears his throat and, if he catches Nia's eye, offers a crisp nod of his head as he resumes his station.

    "Ma'am," he says formally--although he's pretty sure th...playfulness...is visible in his eyes.

    Huh, playfulness...that's out of character for you Booker...at least these days...
       

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    Rangin takes his seat back at his station relieving the officer there and sits down to check the sensors and then start preparing for any journey down to SIII. The more he thought about it the more a sigh seemed appropriate.

    He had't really joined in the discussions as other seemed more content to discuss whether they should be in uniform or not. For himself, it is a simple choice. If they are going as open representatives of Starfleet to be noticed by all and sundry, then go in uniforms. If they are going to actually do some work which would require interacting with the natives on a native basis then, go in native dress. The uniform may well be fitting, clean, durable and impervious to most things but it stuck out like a sore thumb. It's hard to do any kind of tracking when you're the most obivous thing for miles around. But, the chances are that those in charge would want to see them in their finest before they were allowed to change.

    While glancing at the scanner logs, Rangin brings up the local types of garments worn on the planet and feels a small pain behind his eyes as he realises that they could be wearing suits. Last time he had, well that didn't work out so well. Of course, it appeared he had little choice being apparently part of the designated landing party. He had no idea when he had been granted that particular position, and while there were several who wanted the chance, leaping into unknown danger is not one of his current life choices. However, it seems the captain has chosen him for some, as yet unknown reason, although at least he could remain in blue, instead of the more ill-fated red that a certain other person would be wearing.

    Nevertheless, if he is going to be sent down to the planet's surface, it's better to be prepared and he starts collating information on the locals to be able to distinguish between them and any Federation personnel who just happened to be there.
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    Rangin learns that the inhabitants of the planet have the same basic humanoid genome found (to the decades-long perplexity of Federation anthropologists) on Class M worlds throughout the galaxy. There is no way, by appearance at least, to distinguish a resident of SI2 from one of Earth. He finds extensive costume records in the Library Computer, including the illustrated Chicago Mobs of the Twenties.
       

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    Collins searches for info on SI2's legislative and constabulary set up
       

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    Swiveling in the captain's chair, Nia acknowledges the threesome entering the Bridge. "Well, welcome back, Lt. Collins. Ensign Rangin." She pauses just slightly to give Booker a bit of a glom, which he deserves thanks to that glitter in his eye. "Ensign Graham," she finishes, her voice unchanged but her eyelids lowering a fraction even as her left eyebrow rises. "Nice to have you with us again."

    The last words are intended mostly for Booker but her look includes all three. "Anything you can tell us about the plans once we get to our destination?" She hesitates again. "Will a party be beaming down?"

    Her concern is unspoken, but she can't help giving Booker's leg another glance. If there's any kind of landing party, would Vargas really include a guy whose physical condition's still probably not 100% after being blasted by a Klingon disruptor?
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    After noting the time, Kylah tries to catch up with Lt. Thalen. As she does, she quickly sends off a message to Mr. Graham. I do not know if I am to return to the Bridge; did you wish to look over the communications from the Potemkin team together? -- KYLAH

    If she does reach Thalen, she says: "Excuse me, Lieutenant? I am afraid I am not entirely certain of my orders. If I should find anything, once I look over the data, do you wish me to send a report to you and the rest of the landing party? If so, may I know who is going, other than--" Kylah's voice catches and she hopes her awkwardness is not too obvious. "Well... Captain Singh did mention Mr. Rangin, so I... I know he is to beam down. But I missed any mention of the composition of the rest of the team. I assume you are going...?"
       

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    Graham clears his throat and glances at Collins, hoping he's not stepping on her toes, then back to Nia. "Well, we discussed what a landing party would wear, local garb or standard issue--and, ah, if I can speak freely--if this is really a culture based on organized crime, based on my experience, unless we're willing to issue ultimatums that we back up by bombardment from orbit, I suspect face-to-face interaction is the only way to find out what's going on with the missing team."

    "Ma'am," he adds after a brief pause, looking at Nia for slightly longer than necessary and thinking how truly awesome it would be to clear the bridge and take that uniform off right now...

    Then a notification from his console catches his eye, and he chastises himself: idiot, you didn't ask what Kylah's next assignment was...

    He taps a response. Yes we should get a room... He edits that: We should get a conference room so we can work undisturbed.
       

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    Collins learns, from the CAG's reports, that the Syndicate is guided by the President and CEO (Okmyx) and the Chairman of the Board of Directors (Krako). The Board is composed of the bosses - or capos, in the old Mafia parlance - of the various regional gangs. A rudimentary form of democracy has taken root in some of the smaller regions, but most of the bosses got their titles by force, threats or guile. There is no legislature, as such; the judiciary is small and relatively powerless, especially if a boss takes a personal interest in a case from his region. SI2 lacks a constabulary; armed mooks answering to each boss function as a de facto police. "It is not," one CAG member dryly wrote last year, "an especially healthy state of affairs."

    Roble and Thalen share the information they said they would, sending it to your individual comm accounts. Kylah soon has a response to her query: Share any report or recommendation of yours with everyone who was at the meeting, please. Not sure if I will be in any landing party; the Captain will decide based on what we find once we arrive. THALEN.

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    With another nod, Nia is about to thank Booker when he seems to get a message from someone. Rather than interrupt him, she just says a general "I see. Well, we should be there pretty soon enough. Mr. Sasok, those pesky sensors seem to be holding up just fine, right? I wonder if Engineering will consider running diagnostics on any other IFSs we have in stock--or whatever else we received from the same source--just in case."

    She thinks a bit more. "Y'know, either way, if we are the first ship to have problems with this batch, I think we'd better enter a note to the Starfleet database about the malfunctions in these two sensors. This way if anyone else does end up having the same issue, they'll get the info we didn't. Can you take care of that when you get a chance, Mr. Sasok? Make sure you get the lot and serial numbers." She smiles almost sheepishly. "Probably didn't need to mention that. Sorry."

    Noting out of the corner of her eye that Booker is done with his message, Nia turns back to him with a smile. There's worry behind it. She's curious--maybe even apprehensive--about whether Vargas just gave him orders to get ready for beaming down. Still she doesn't refer to it, saying only, "Thanks for the report, Mr. Graham. Your strategy makes sense. I imagine any humans who end up going down there will be in for quite a warped view of their own history. Can't even guess how I'd feel, finding some planet that had replicated ancient Sidonia..."
       

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    Collins has a hard time wrapping her mind around such an anarchistic society. She decides to read 'the book' that started this, to better get a handle on how to approach the Iotians.
       

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    Kylah pauses in the corridor to read Thalen's message, and then Graham's. She gnaws on her lip for a moment in thought, sends a quick "thank you" to Thalen, then responds to the security officer. Yes, Mr. Graham, I will check to see if any suitable rooms are available and, if so, reserve one for us. I will let you know shortly. -- KYLAH

    She searches for any space nearby that might have a Library Computer. If she finds one, she will login, search the ship's layout and try to find and book any available public space. (Indeed, she realizes that any room with the Library Computer might itself serve their purpose, if they would not be disturbing anyone.)
       

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    Graham notices Kylah's respone an dhis jaw tightens slightly. He looks and responds to Nia's comment.

    "It may all "the Book" from Earth did was give the Sigma Iotians some new slang and fashion advice. Whole societies that make preying on the weak a way of life crop up all over--places like Cordian, Orion..." He shakes his head and his tone darkens slightly. "Just like people who do too."
       

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    Sasok nods. "Of course, Lieutenant. I will see to it."

    Collins sees that reading all of The Book might take her quite a bit longer than the 85 minutes or so now remaining before the Yorktown arrives.

    Kylah does not have to look far before finding an empty conference room with a Library Computer terminal. Just as she's about to enter, someone calls her name from down the corridor. It is Ens. Jim Delaney, who walks up and says, "Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, Ensign. I took a look at your communicator and scanned it."
       

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    Collins decides reading an abridged version of the book might be a better idea given the time constraints, and searches for one.
       

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    Kylah steps back in surprise. She starts to respond and cuts herself off when she realizes she was about to address him as Lieutenant. But of course... he was demoted. Partly because of her.

    Swiftly she changes her wording and greets him warmly. "Mr. Delaney, I was not expecting to see you! I greatly appreciate your taking the time to...to assist me." Kylah looks down at his hands and utility belt, wondering if he brought the device with him. The knowledge that her broken communicator might be connected to the sinister, mysterious events alluded to by Darren Zweller fills with her anxiety. Her mouth feels dry, while her clasped hands are paradoxically cold and clammy.

    Show nothing. Stay focused. She flicks her gaze up to Delaney's attractive face. "Did you--did you learn anything?"
       

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    Although she takes the time to thank Sasok, Nia is aiming a somewhat wry look at Booker. She lowers her voice to a level inaudible by anyone but him. "Very oblique," she murmurs, keeping her eyebrow raised.

    "Seriously, you know at least three of us know exactly who you're insulting, not to mention the damsel-in-distress you're referring to. I know how you feel, but try not to start any ruckus here on the Bridge, okay? You can challenge the little guy to fisticuffs later, if it floats your boat. But goad him here and you'll make me look bad. You wouldn't wanna do that, would you?" She smiles sweetly at Booker.
       

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    "I don't think it's possible to make you look bad," Graham whispers back--but he shrugs in acquiescence and nods his head slightly.

    Then he clears his throat. "Ah, anyway, I'd like permission to leave the bridge to review the the CAG's previous transmission with Mr.--" He pauses. "Uh to review the CAG's previous transmissions. I'd prefer to do that somewhere quiet."
       

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    Nia's head tilts as she scrutinizes Booker. His manner is suddenly cagey. "Okaaay," she says, the single word light but guarded. "Permission granted, Ensign. We've got a surfeit of Security in here anyway." One corner of her mouth lifts with a smile. "So by all means, go meet with 'Mr. Uh.'"

    Is it Cece Bennett? Is that why he's acting all shifty? I don't think she was part of that meeting, but maybe she was. Or... then again...

    Nia glances around the Bridge, somewhat unnecessarily because her situational awareness isn't so bad that she doesn't know the precise complement of crew currently under her command. Her focus homes in on the Communications station, where the person seated there is most definitely not a curvy little Elasian.

    Of course, Nia thinks with a sense of inevitability. She never did return from the meeting. So either she got stuck in a freak wormhole on the way back, she's had another one of her emotional breakdowns... or she's the one Booker's meeting on the sly.

    She nods to herself, understanding his attempt at discretion a little better, though unable to suppress a flicker of annoyance at this overprotective obsession Booker's got regarding this girl. Still, Nia gestures toward the stairs to the turbolift without losing her playful smile. "Dismissed, Ensign."
       

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    Chicago Mobs of the Twenties was published in 1992 and, as noted earlier, has long been out of print. Collins can find no abridged version of it, although Federation archives offer considerable historic material on the period.

    Delaney has the ruined communicator in his right hand. He scratches the back of his head with the other, raising a cowlick. "As far as I can tell, the metals and plastics in the device just melted; I can't determine precisely how it happened. You weren't holding it at the time, were you? Anything that fried the communicator would have likely affected you, as well... unless it were some sort of radiation that you're, uh, resistant to, as, you know, an Elasian. Um." He smiles nervously and looks down. "Is there anything on the ship that, uh, you're likely to encounter that would've had such an effect?"

    Various people have come and gone from the Bridge while the senior staff was being briefed. Currently, Lt. JG Ernesto Garcia is at Communications, with Lt. JG John Brooks at Nav, Ens. Horst Leventhal at Helm, Rangin at Science I, Collins at Security, Graham at Tactical, Sasok at Engineering and Ens. Nell Carmichael at Life Sciences.
       

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    Kylah stares in confusion at Delaney. He seems so nervous, or awkward, and she does not know why. "I cannot imagine what could have done what you describe... you say it was melted?" She shakes her head in disbelief. "I do not go many places on the ship--the Communications center, the Bridge, the Mess Hall, my quarters... that is really all. Except for the Sickbay, I suppose. Melted," she repeats to herself.

    She looks at the device in his hand as if trying to see through its case, which appears intact to her. "What could cause such a thing? You mention radiation... or I suppose some sort of electrical emission too, I suppose? Like a stun. But... the only time I have been stunned was back on Anubis. And I did not even have this communicator back then..."

    Her words fade as she thinks. Could Zweller have stunned her? Kylah unconsciously presses her hand against her stomach. He would have to be mad to use his weapon on a fellow officer while on board a ship. She knows the man is reprehensible, especially if the implication in that sickening note is true. But Zweller is not stupid. If a phaser were to be deployed on board, surely some Security sensor would be alerted, surely someone would have heard or seen it...

    Besides, she realizes abruptly, a mere stun, even on the highest setting, has never been known to do such damage to a communicator, or any such devices on the target's person. And during her check-up with Dr. T'Var, in hopes of finding out the cause of her exhaustion and the loss of her empathic abilities, the doctor mentioned nothing about stun burns or wounds.

    Kylah shrugs helplessly at Delaney. "I'm afraid I have no idea whether I was holding the communicator when... whatever... happened. I only knew it was no longer operational after I found it on my nightstand. I had been feeling unwell during the red alert, and went off-duty. After that..." After that I do not remember anything. What is wrong with me? Zweller must have done something, melted the communicator somehow, but with what? "I--I am grateful for your efforts, Mr. Delaney. Extremely grateful. I suppose it will remain a mystery. Maybe I will never know."

    She hears that her voice has an edge of bitterness and sorrow in it, and she clears her throat to recover herself. She then nods nervously at the useless device. "If you do not mind, may I have it back, in the meantime? I do not know why, but I just feel... there is something more there. Please?"
       

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    He hesitates for a moment, then hands it to her. "Sure. It's still assigned to you, technically. You got another communicator, though, right? A working one?"
       

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    Collins sifts through the historical archives, concentrating on the cultural aspects of the time. She compiles a glossary of slang and cultural icons to download to each member of the landing party, once she knows who they are. This will help us, them, to understand the Iotians better. She assumes she'll part of the team, but then again, she might not be.
       

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    "Thank you," Kylah says, gently taking the communicator in her hand and cupping it as if it is a fragile dove. "I have a new one--my third in as many weeks," she adds with a small, wan smile. "I suppose our quartermaster is getting tired of having to reissue them to me. I hope I will have no need of another for a very long time, if at all."

    She tentatively offers her hand to the Engineering officer. "Thank you again, Mr. Delaney. I am sorry to have bothered you with all this."

    When Delaney leaves, Kylah hesitates and, glancing up at the room number near the door, quickly texts the information to Mr. Graham so that he knows where to meet her. Next she sits down at the Library Computer and enters her password to get access to any files related to the missing team's communications.

    While waiting for the briefing materials to load, Kylah places the old communicator on the desk near her left hand, eyeing it with some lingering concern.
       

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    Graham proceeds to the location sent by Kylah.
       

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    Collins finds that there's plenty to work with but, in the time remaining, she's able to put a good chunk of it into a usable format.

    Before he leaves Kylah, Delaney says, "Oh, I thought of one more thing. I suppose exposure to ultrahigh-frequency soundwaves might do this, depending on the Kuehnle modulation - but again, that would affect you, too, and I don't know of anything on the ship that would do it."

    Just a few minutes later, Graham finds Kylah alone in Conference Room 6. On two bulkheads are large framed images of an ancient ocean-going warship.

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    When Delaney leaves, Kylah just stands there, trying to extract some meaning from the engineer's words. Ultrahigh frequency... soundwaves? She has no idea what a Kuehnle modulation is, and starts toward the Library Computer to do a lookup, still thinking: How could that be? All that damage... from sound?

    Absently she reaches for the communicator. Then she freezes.

    There is a sustained high pitch lasting some milliseconds before it rises even higher, impossibly high, burrowing from her ears to her brain, until it is inaudible but definitely still there, and then--

    Her free hand jerks up to cover her left ear until the sensation--a memory, or a memory of a dream, perhaps--ebbs. Shuddering, Kylah searches the room, grounding herself in now, the reality in which there is no strange sound, nothing that hurts her.

    She has no idea what she just experienced. The more she searches her mind to recapture the memory, the more elusive it seems to be.

    "I am going mad," she whispers, hugging herself. After another few seconds she again moves to the terminal to look up that strange name Delaney mentioned. But then a noise alerts her that she is no longer alone. She pivots on her heel, not knowing what to expect, only to find Mr. Graham. He seems to be focusing on some pictures that Kylah did not even notice until now.

    "Mr. Graham." The words come out like a croak, and she clears her throat before repeating his name. She backs her way to the chair beside the terminal, turning it with one hand before she inhales deeply and takes a seat. "I am ready to begin when you are, sir."
       

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    Rangin continues to gather together data for a tricorder for any party member, apparently including himself according to the Captain, so that they would be able to tell the difference between the locals and Starfleet without having to rely on a uniform.

    Of course, from looking at the local situation, they Iotians seem to be in the same state as Coridan, only several hundred years ago and certainly nowhere near as corrupt and dangerous as his home planet. In some ways it was quite worrying in that he had left his home planet in order to assist with removing the corruption and setting an example. Now it appears he is about to go down to a planet that is in the same situation and created by the Federation. He isn't sure that bodes well for any future assistance, especially when the person who most closely fits the bill of general thug and all round bully was another earthling: Ens. Graham.
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    Graham allows...well, pushes himself to be distracted by pictures of some ungainly sort of ship--although he's certain it's a warship--while Kylah, clearly not expecting anyone, does...whatever she's doing...

    His feelings--which, given Kylah's apparent distancing of herself from Rangin, Collin's outreach, and her acceptance of the idea of self-defense classes, were fairly optimistic--turn once more toward concern. Then he notices the...what the hell...?

    Graham shrugs slightly and gestures toward the near slag heap on the desk. "Did that communicator, ah...get on your bad side?" he asks softly, forcing a small smile (not without some hope there's a hilarious story behind it...but not banking on it either)....
       

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    Kylah tilts her head in puzzlement. "Get on my bad side? I do not... Oh. You are joking." She tries a fleeting smile to acknowledge his effort, then slowly covers the communicator beneath her palm, hiding it from his scrutiny.

    Still, her answer is mostly the truth. "I cannot explain what happened to it. All I know is, it happened either during or after the engagement with the Klingons. I was excused from duty since I had been up for too long and felt weak. I remember having the communicator in the turbolift, because there was a message from--"

    No, do not tell him, it will only start something! "From a colleague. After that, I think I slept. I think." When she repeats the words, her voice lowers in doubt. After all, this would have been the time when Darren Zweller got inside to write his note, and do... whatever to her.

    "Anyway," she presses on hurriedly, "when I eventually woke up, there it was, on my nightstand... like this." Her fingers lift briefly to reveal the communicator, then conceal it again. "I asked Mr. Delaney about it and he could not think of anything on the ship that could have affected it this way, melting its insides, not without harming me too. I did feel bad for several days, all told, but Dr. T'Var could not find anything."

    She waves it away with a brusque shake of her head. "It must have been some freak occurrence, a surge of electricity or radiation, or maybe even soundwaves." Kylah lifts her right hand in a gesture of casual dismissal. "I do not know. It is nothing. Except that I hope I do not lose anything else. I have already lost or destroyed two communicators, my knives, Mother's jewelry, even a uniform..." Kylah frowns, having forgotten that. Why did the muggers take her uniform?

    "I am sorry, that is more than you needed to hear. We should look at the data sent to us. Although I expect others have already analyzed it; I doubt I will find anything. I cannot analyze as well as Lt. Thalen, or any of the rest. Lt. Collins seemed to be doing things I would normally do. I suppose I am not really... trusted yet. Which is fair. I would not trust me, given the way I have performed and acted in public."

    Now she is getting too close for comfort to talking about the memorial service, and Kylah cannot let that happen. She takes a stab at another smile, self-deprecating, but looking up at Mr. Graham does not give her confidence that he is convinced. "Please, sir," she says, her smile fading but hidden when she pulls out the chair next to her, simultaneously drawing a little further away from it. "Sit down and tell me what you wish to do."
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    Graham spends moment studying Kylah's demeanor, then nods slightly and takes the offered seat.

    "Well, I for one trust that as much--or more--than anyone you'd pick up on any changes in the tone or content of the CAG's transmissions, however subtle."

    He pauses a moment, "But before we dive into that, are you sure there isn't anything Security--or just a friend--maybe should know that, uh, is bothering you?" He he shrugs slightly and softens his tone. "Anything at all, not matter how small?"
       

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    Kylah starts typing instructions to access the transmissions, but when Mr. Graham's words cease, her fingers tap more and more slowly. Eventually she draws them away from the panel, shrinking back and staring down at it in silence.

    "Yes, sir," she murmurs, eyes fixed on the panel rather than Mr. Graham. "There is nothing you can do, not now, but... I am frightened. There is something strange happening to me and I do not understand it.

    "During the red alert, I remember nothing after being inside the turbolift. I just woke up, twelve hours later. That is nothing unusual, I know, sleep deprivation does strange things. But... it is more than that."

    She swallows. She still aims her words at the Library Computer's panel as if it is a recording device. "I--I am afraid that while I was asleep, during the red alert... someone was in my quarters. With me. Not Lt. Collins." Kylah's head lowers until she now faces the hands twisting in her lap.

    Her words fall still quieter. "When I woke up, there was a note. And the broken communicator. And I was... My uniform was gone. My uniform, my boots, my stockings... everything was gone."

    The embarrassment is so red and hot on her skin that it must be emanating toward Mr. Graham. Somehow she finds the strength to blurt out the rest. "All I wore was one of my night robes. Something not meant to be worn alone, because it is not--" Kylah gestures vaguely to her uniform. "It is almost completely sheer. The robe is for hot weather, part of a matching set with a silk nightgown and slippers.

    "I never wear the robe by itself, Mr. Graham. I know Elasian clothing is leered at for being less restrictive, but by itself the robe is only a--a pretense of coverage. I am not... I would never wear that on its own. Never. But there it was."

    Kylah sniffs, feeling tears coming on and knowing she must control herself. "I cannot remember any of it. Even Dr. T'Var could not identify why my memories are gone, or why I slept so long. So I will probably never know what happened for sure. Not how I got that way, or what--" She chokes, nearly a sob, then takes a breath and finishes in a whisper. "--What happened in between."
       

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    Graham is silent--hardly breathing--as he listens intently to what Kylah is (somewhat to his surprise--and relief, not that he knows the seriousness of what's been eating her up inside) revealing.

    In some ways, the horribleness of it makes it easier to deal with, and to respond: I'm shit at interacting with my daughter, or with a young woman who sometimes reminds me of her, or simply with Ens. Kylah so far...but I have some training and experience to fall back on dealing with victims of a crime...

    Graham leans forward, but this time he's in control of any instinct to put an arm on her shoulder: instead he turns the chair to face her directly and clasps his hands in front of him, just above his knees and between the two of them: close, but without any threat of making contact with her own anxiously twisting fingers--at least not initiated by him.

    He closes his eyes for a moment, then looks back at hers, leaning down a little bit so he's as close to speaking at eye level as he can be without unnatural contortions.

    It's almost...a relief...yes, I have to fight to not imagine what it would be like if it were Lizzy telling me this, yes, even though I know it's not Lizzy I want to do...something...to make it better, to...protect her or more accurately to have, somehow, known enough to prevent this from happening...but unlike not knowing what to do like the FUBAR on OCIII or the shit with Rangin...I...have a... path...to be useful...

    "Kylah..." he pauses a moment. "I know that must have been very difficult for you to share. I, uh--" He glances down just for a moment. "Unfortunately, I have some experience with incidents--bad, uh, mysteries--like these. With people who just like you had nothing to be ashamed of," he adds, shaking his head slightly.

    He rubs his chin, then re-clasps his hands. "I'd like to ask you to let me to investigate a bit--nothing formal," he's quick to add. "Confidential, Very quiet, off the record...and I won't do anything rash, even though I guess you have reason not to trust me on that..."

    He clears his throat. "Getting to the bottom of what happened--it's not just a matter of knowing, it's a matter of making sure it won't happen again to you or anyone else."

    "I know it's a lot to ask--" he tries to smile slightly. "But I recall you yelling at me that as an officer you want very much to do your part and be of use...let me be of use on this, please?"
       

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    Mr. Graham is a blur, with tears clouding her vision, but Kylah pays attention to his words. She almost objects the second he asks to investigate, until he hurries and says that he will be discreet. Of course, as he recognizes, Kylah does not have much trust in his ability to keep his rage--which is always simmering just beneath the point where it will inevitably boil over.

    His last comment makes her laugh. Not with humor.

    "I yelled at you," she repeats with a steel knife's sharpness--and coldness. "Yes, I can well imagine that. It is my way. Was. I have lost control too many times now. And that is the very reason why I..."

    The dampness on her face reminds her to dig into her utility belt for a handkerchief, something a responsible Elasian woman will always have nearby. After blotting her tears, she shakes her head slowly and starts again.

    "Mr. Graham, I appreciate what you are saying. I would not balk if I thought anyone else was at risk for something like this. Assuming anything did happen. I believe I am aware who is--or are--responsible. And why." Kylah gnaws at her bottom lip, now unable to meet Mr. Graham's gaze, no matter how kind he is to her.

    "If I am right, it was... it was a very specific and--and personal act. It was the result of who I am. What I am. What I said, what I did." Each word is emphasized by her fist tightening around her handkerchief. "This person sought to punish me for--"

    Kylah stops herself and uses her handkerchief to dry more unbidden tears. When she continues she does not finish the sentence. "I am not saying I am to blame, exactly," she goes on before he objects. "But I am the cause. My temper and my choices. Stupid choices. And selfish ones, too.

    "If something happened, it occurred during the red alert. They took advantage of the chaos. And they were able to do so because I left my post." Kylah looks up now, her tears morphing into bitterness. "While you were risking your life, and most of the other crew were on active duty, I went to sleep. Like the spoiled princess people call me."

    With another deep breath, she wipes her nose with the handkerchief and stuffs it back in her belt. Then she draws her chair closer to the terminal. "Mr. Graham, I am extremely grateful for your sensitivity and concern. I do think you would try to be discreet. But please... please... do not say anything to anyone. Especially not... anyone whom..." Kylah trembles a little. "You may suspect."

    She tears her gaze from his and looks at the material she called up earlier. "I do not know why I said as much as I did just now," she mutters. "I am sorry. I should not have burdened you. And once more I am being selfish and disregarding my duty." Her fists clench until the nails dig into her own flesh. "You are probably going on a mission, a dangerous one, and I should be doing what I can to assist you in the little time left before we arrive. Please, can we talk about it afterwards? There is nothing that can be accomplished now anyway, and... and you do promise not to speak of it, not to imply anything or to--to intimidate someone you might suspect?"
       

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    Graham closes his eyes for a moment, and nods. "Right...I'm sure you just want to get back to work. I'll be discreet...I promise, I can do that--honest."

    He clears his throat. "Anyway....so, here's what I thought, and maybe why I was peeved they didn't send any Security along with the CAG. If I was in their shoes, I'd assume: one, every transmission might be bugged; two, calling for immediate evac isn't an option giving the distances; three, if we left an obvious message like 'we're worried about being kidnapped come look for us at Joe Blow's compound on the south side' the bad guys would obviously adjust their plan."

    He shrugs/ "So it may be a wild goose chase, but I thought we"--he emphasizes the "we"--should take a listen to their recent transmissions."
       

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    Kylah quietly exhales, having held her breath waiting for Mr. Graham's response. He seems to be willing to let the matter rest. Perhaps he has finally reached his tolerance point regarding her constant trevails; Kylah would not be surprised, as most people would have done so long ago. At least he will not go after Mr. Rangin. Not on a landing party mission, I do not think he would be that reckless. Of course she knows it is almost certain Mr. Graham would have the advantage on his smaller colleague in a fight. But if Mr. Rangin were involved with Zweller's plan, there is no telling how crafty and dangerous he might be.

    The thought depresses her and threatens to bring on those blasted tears again. A man she cared so deeply about... to now think of him as a potential conspirator, someone dangerous... it destroys Kylah's confidence in her ability to trust her feelings. I must harden myself. If my empathic abilities ever regain strength, I will not avoid using them, as I did. If I had I might have realized what sort of person Velir truly is. If, indeed, he was partially responsible.

    Even now she holds out some frustratingly naïve hope that he was not involved in whatever Zweller--and possibly Ferguson--did to her.

    All this flashes through her mind as Mr. Graham promises to be discreet. Aware that he is probably annoyed with her, Kylah does her best to appease him. "Yes, of course, Mr. Graham," she says quickly but quietly. "I am uncertain whether that era of 20th century Earth had such technology, but after the Enterprise visited them, they could have adapted... especially with one of the crew leaving behind a communicator." Unable to avoid glancing at the ruined device beside her, she tries to be surreptitious as she tucks it into her belt alongside her current communicator. "So--so yes. I will call up the transmissions now, sir."

    She begins the process of playing any recorded voice transmissions, if there are any. If so, she will concentrate as best she can to find any signs of interference, or hesitance on the CAG team members' part. Almost to herself, she murmurs, "If they really believed they were being audited, perhaps they tried to get some message across in subtext. Something others might not have recognized, and so they failed to understand what was being said."
       

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    "That's why you're the right person for the job, Mr. Kylah," Graham says quietly, looking over her shoulder.

    At the same time he's thinking: one, what would he have done if he were assigned to the CAG? Established a series of code word with my Security liaison in advance, he thinks, suppressing a growl of frustration.

    And he's turning over what Kylah said in his mind: I'm actually having a hard time squaring this with Rangin's...style...melted communicator? Too...gauche, crude, not oh-so-clever enough... What would his angle be that would make it clever enough?

    He tries to put that aside to focus on the task at hand - SI2, as well as not screwing up the fact that Kylah was willing to stop trying to go it alone...
       

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    All of the weekly check-ins by Lt. Cmdr. Robert "Bob" Hadley, a xenosociologist and the CAG commanding officer, have been unremarkable since the Potemkin left SI2. Hadley did not use any of the under-duress codewords provided for under Starfleet communications protocols, and did not report any particular difficulties other than what you already knew about from the briefing.

    Included in Starfleet records is a roster of the other members of the CAG: Lt. Sarah Wilder, economist; Lt. JG Joseph M. Morris, historian; Ens. Beatrice Erickson, accountant; and Lt. Erich Stendahl, political scientist. All have good records and Wilder, in particular, is noted in her field.
       

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    Kylah sits back slowly, shaking her head. She had a feeling all along that there would be nothing to find. Lt. Thalen had listened; others had listened. She does not presume to think her abilities to detect nuance--not from a recording, and certainly not with her empathic sense, her one unique skill, so sharply diminished--exceed that of her superiors.

    "I am sorry, Mr. Graham. I wish I could have helped you. If there is anything else you believe I can research, please let me know." She tries to sound professional; it will do nothing for his estimation of her capabilities as an officer if she cannot rebound from failure.

    Taking a deep breath, she turns to him. "By the way, if I remember Earth's calendar and its customs correctly, today is a holiday for you, is it not? Do you celebrate St. Valentine's Day, where you are from?" After a pause she holds her hand out awkwardly. "If so, I wish you a happy day."
       

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    Ajay takes a breather and looks down the long list of things he is being asked to do that evening. Valentine's Day is always busy, no matter where they were in the Galaxy, it always seemed to be something that people from Earth just wanted to celebrate...in all its forms. Ajay is no different, of course, he is hoping to celebrate it with T'Var, but there are still a lot of people who looking for that little bit extra for someone they fancy.

    Speaking of which, there is someone missing from the list who normally took every opportunity going, but had a few admirers with gifts for her, and Ajay pulls out a communicator to drop a message.

    Hey Nia. I've got several inches of exquisite, culinary pleasure just waiting for you. And a few other things besides. Happy Valentines Day.
       

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    On the Bridge, the buzz of Nia's communicator tickles her lower hip. Since the Yorktown is cruising speedily along with its usual smooth efficiency, Nia feels it's safe to check to see who's contacting her. It's unlikely to be an emergency given its text nature.

    The sender's name makes her eyes crinkle with a hint of a smile; the message itself nearly leads her to lose her professional composure with a chuckle at A.J.'s irrepressible humor. She controls the impulse and just shakes her head in amusement while replying.
    You're currently corresponding with the woman sitting in the captain's chair, in command of the Bridge. And while she's intrigued by Johnson's much-praised inches of delight (mostly praised by himself), she'll reluctantly have to wait to give them a taste.

    Happy V. Day to you, too, dearest AJ.
    She sends the note, and then pauses. Oh, go ahead. Who else are you going to lean on, Bennett? Almost snorting, Nia promptly flips open her communicator again and taps out a second response:
    Addendum: Actually I didn't even remember what day it was. Mr. G. said nothing about it. We were due to have A Talk later, but our plans are likely to be scuttled by the ship's upcoming mission. Be prepared: I might need some chocolate.
    That accomplished, Nia slides the communicator back in place and crosses her legs, watching the stars ahead for a few thoughtful moments before asking each of the Bridge officers for their status updates.

    Once business is taken care of, she continues to keep her fellow officers engaged in conversation. Her current chosen topic: whether the current non-Terran Bridge officers have any equivalents to Valentine's Day in their respective cultures.
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    Graham's about to tell Kylah she has nothing to apologize for when she extends her hand with a reminder that it's Valentine's Day, and that his--girlfriend? Is Nia a "girlfriend?" Well, whatever the word back on Earth she'd be "somebody who'd expect me to say something on Valentine's Day--is sitting on the Bridge he vacated not long ago.

    "Oh...shit," Graham blurts out. "Uh, I mean..." He flushes slightly. "Yes, ah, you know Earth's holidays better than me, I guess--I'd forgotten." He clears his throat. "It's, ah, kind of a romantic holiday...."

    Memories tumble together: clumsily cutting out red paper a card for Fiona as soon as he was old enough she was getting none--or at least none she wanted--from anyone else...dinners with Jane, surprise visits home...what would Nia make of a box of Valentine's Day chocolates?

    "But it's for friends, too." He takes her hand, then folds his other had on top and squeezes gently, smiling slightly. "I wish you a happy day, too."
       

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    The Yorktown continues speeding on its way; status reports from each Bridge station show that all is well. Sasok raises an eyebrow, smiles ever-so-slightly and says, "You will not be surprised to learn that there is no Vulcan equivalent to 'Valentine's Day,' Lieutenant."

    Ten minutes before the mighty starship is to enter the Sigma Iotia system, the Captain returns to the Bridge.
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