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Galileo 9905.23 - 31


To:	steven_davis@startrekmail.com
From:	smilodon@h2net.net (VanitySeven)
Subject:	[USS Galileo] 9905.27, CEO's Log
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On Thu, 27 May 1999 18:31:12 GMT, smilodon@h2net.net (VanitySeven) writes to USS Galileo : ~~~~Sickbay~~~~ Soft moans escaped Dach's lips as the strong effects from the Kayolane subdued. Her eyes slowly blinked a few times and it took her a while before she realized where she was. In a slow and controlled motion she sat straight up and turned sideways, putting her lower legs over the edge of the long side of the bed. She could see the doctor now, who was very busy with examining some strange cell activity on a microscopic computer display. "Doctor," she spoke with a raw voice. "Doctor..." "Yes Ensign," he asked as he turned around to face her. When he noticed that she had some trouble getting up he rushed himself to her side to assist her. "Careful, your body is still somewhat weak and exhausted," he said with great concern in his voice as he helped her on her feet. "You will feel a bit weak for a while, try not to put excessive stress on your body." Tar'a looked at the doctor feeling half drunk and followed the scanner unit with her eyes as he examined her for the umpteenth time. The doctor only uttered a 'hmmm' and a 'oh' while browsing through the readout of the tricorder. "What," Tar'a wondered. "Oh, it is nothing to worry about. I'm just amazed how fast your body adjusts to a new situation. The stress levels are of moderate nature and not so extreme as they were two hours ago." "You mean I've been out for two hours?" "That is correct. Your Klingon half is a great asset for your healing process. In fact, I have altered the holodeck simulation into a more competitive exercise program for you." "Well, then I better be going. I have already lost too much time." "Before you go, you may need this," the doctor said mysterious. "One of the new crew members left this here for you," he continued as he handed her a large wooden case. "Don't open it until you're in the holodeck. Doctor's orders." Tar'a accepted the case with a puzzled expression on her face. When she turned around and started to walk away the doctor stopped. "One more thing, Ensign. Next time when something isn't going your way, try not to explode." A crimson red colored her cheeks, realizing all too well what has happened the last few days. "I'm sorry doctor. I really don't know why I did it. Right now I also have trouble with remembering exactly what was going on." "You have been extremely hostile towards our guests. If it were not for your medical condition I would say that you were a disgrace for the starfleet uniform that you are wearing, and unfit to perform your duties. Perhaps if there were more crew members available I would have relieved you from duty as soon as I realized how serious your condition was." Tar'a wanted to say something for her defense, but she failed on all accounts. "The only thing I remembered was my persistent desire to get all primary systems back online and to get us back home." "Somewhere down the road you must have lost track of your duties on board this vessel, and the substances in your body clouded your judgement." She shook her head and remained silent. It was time to concentrate on getting this ship and her crew out of here, and hopefully she was able to put her own doubts and insecurities aside. With the wooden case in her hand she headed for the holodeck. ~~~~Holodeck~~~~ "Computer. Run Tar'a Track One for the duration of sixty minutes." . 'That is strange,' she thought to herself. 'The on board computer system is offline.' Not realizing what was going on she walked back through the sliding doors and logged on to the holodeck control station. There she selected the program by hand and activated it. "Welcome trainee," thundered a low voice behind her. "I'm Lt.Cmdr. Worf, and I will be your guide to the toughest bat'leth training known to Starfleet." "Worf," she asked confused. "You're not here to teach me aerobics, so what are you doing in my program." "I'm here to teach you how to handle your bat'leth," he replied while pointing to the wooden case. "It is a good addition to your martial arts training. In fact, you have a excellent foundation to become quite adept with a great weapon as the bat'leth." "No, I just want to exercise and put my muscles in motion. I'm not going to play swords with a hologram." "Suit yourself. Go ahead," he said sarcastic as he waved her goodbye. "End the program," he mocked her, "I have no time for cowards." "What," Tar'a exclaimed. "Prepare yourself," she screamed to the hologram as she quickly opened up the case, grabbed the cold steel of the bat'leth and charged. Sparks flew from the blades when they collide with a tremendous force. Soon they were engaged in a glorious battle, and although Tar'a gave all that she could, she was of course no match for the mighty Worf. "You are half Klingon and you do not know anything about us," Worf commented as Tar'a kept charging and attacking without really hitting home. "Quit talking and start fighting," Tar'a panted back. A few swings from Worf's bat'leth and Tar'a was laying on the floor, wounded. Startled she covered her bruises, and lucky for her he'd only struck her with the backside of the blade. "The safety is off," she said shocked. "Yes, all this time. Klingons don't do battle with safety features active." "You could have killed me," she screamed. "Yes I could have, but I didn't. I see you tomorrow for another hour. Come before your duty and after you've visit the doctor." The holographic training facility melted like snow before the sun and Tar'a was once again alone, bruised and covered with sweat. At first she was upset with the doctor for getting her into this. Later, after the sonic shower in her quarters she realized how good and alive she felt. This rigorous rehab program was surely paying off, even after just one day. ~~~~CEO's Quarters~~~~ The padd in her hands displayed all the known facts of the portal and the wormhole activity. Including with the information were long listings of elements, particles, atoms and sub-atoms. When she realized that the portal was based on a giant photonic gyroscope it was not difficult to substract the quantum electrodynamic qualities of the phenomena. In her mind she used the information to form a solution. A scenario of 'what ifs' passed by as she illuminated the least plausible. The one answer that was left -- how unlikely it seemed to be -- must be the solution. She needed to find a way to make the ship somewhat compatible with the photon based energy source. A warp shield was somewhat compatible, but the energy originated from anti-matter would have a negative effect and the ship would be crushed by the forces of nature. No, the shields needed to become one with the portal, and suddenly she realized what had to be done. "Dach to Atlanta," she said as she spoke into her comm badge. "Meet me in the Stellar Cartography ASAP." "I think I have an idea how to get us home, but I need your assistance working out the details." "It is my guess that if we can create a warp field that is compatible with the portal's composition, we should be able to use the portal to travel." "We use the bussard ramscoop to collect photonic energy to create a compatible warp field, it will be an alternative warp drive system. We can use the warp field 'bubbles' to simulate the gyroscope effect!" Tar'a sighed. The ideas were good but without the help with the board computer it would take days for them to reconfigure the warp drive system. When she investigated what was going on she stumbled upon a Alpha 2 emergency procedure. It was recently activated, but the authorized source was unknown. Parts of the signature were familiar to her. Suddenly she realized where she had seen it before. In the transporter room, when she was unable to lock on Ktryna.=20 'What was she up to,' Tar'a wondered. It didn't make sense to her, at all. 'Someone strange just walks into security and has obvious authority to activate an Alpha 2 security barricade,' she thought as she shook her head. 'This is not the information _any_ civilian _nor_ Ensign has access to.' Things looked more strange as details filled the gaps.=20 Realizing how strange situation had become she started thinking of some solutions. The first thing she had to do was deactivate the Alpha 2 emergency. She could easily access the imagery scanning unit from transporter room one, to fool the computer with the dermal print, and disengage the Alpha 2 emergency procedure. She decided not to. "Dach to Ensign Ktryna," she said as calm as she could manage through her comm badge, while anger and frustration rushed through her body. Tar'a sighed before replying. "Ktryna, listen. I don't know who you truly are and how you were able to activate the Alpha 2 sequence, but you need to deactivate it now if you ever want to get home." "Cut the crap, Ktryna. All I did was fooling around with the EMH. You have no right nor the authority to do such a thing aboard this ship!" "I never sabotaged access to the systems you mentioned. I admit that Atlanta and I discussed certain unpleasant plans _IF_ we were forced to leave our stations to investigate hostile activities of the natives on this planet. Since we never left I did not lock down any system, nor did I reduce access to all primary systems, and if I had done so, you only would have triggered the self destruct if you tried to access any of the available weapon systems, or when you would try to power up the engines." Tar'a almost collapsed with laughter when she realized what had happened. "Ktryna. If you truly would have paid attention you would have noticed that it was a mere simulation. If that is only what it takes for you to freak out like that, then I fear for the safety of your fellow crew members." "Unless the alarms were part of the simulation? Bingo. Now, I know I don't have the authority to deactivate the Alpha 2 emergency procedure, but you have. Time is limited and I need full access to all primary systems to reconfigure essential systems for our ride back home. Atlanta and I are about to investigate this matter in Stellar, due to the scientific nature of this task and we need those systems back online. If there is a time we need to place trust in each other, then it is now. If you don't I'm forced to take drastic measures. You have five minutes. Dach out." Sincerely submitted, =3D/\=3D Cdt. Tar'a Dach, USS Galileo, CEO Awards Red ribbon of excellence

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