On Tue, 22 Jun 1999 04:09:56 GMT, smilodon@h2net.net (VanitySeven) writes to

USS Galileo <galileo@ucip.org>;:



<OOC: Just some char. dev.>



	After they docked at Deep Space Europe, Tar'a was brought to

her temporal and impersonal quarters, sober but adequate.

Absent-minded she ordered the replicator to make some comforting

ginseng tea and a modest meal, but it didn't respond to her call. When

she tried to use the communication system she stumbled upon a security

barrier. This started to worry her, and she wondered what was going

on.=20



	While going through her temporal quarters she found a locker

wich contained some emergency rations, the nutricious equivalent of

water and bread in geltab form. Her chest heaved heavily when she let

out a deep sigh of frustration and anxiety, and she desperately tried

to figure out why she had been placed in this position. Surely they

don't suspect her of doing anything wrong. Everything she had done

before and shortly after the crash was by the book, and she was

intelligent enough to realize that the crash was not her fault. It

took quite some time for her to indeed realize just that, but the

actions of the overly paranoid security department almost seem to

point in that direction. That she indeed was at fault. A shiver went

down her spine as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Perhaps if she

would be able to tell her side of the story that all parts of the

puzzle would come together. She wanted to work things out for herself

first, but her wish to return to the Galileo was overruled by the

Security department. A full investigation had to be resolved first,

and engineering of the Galileo was restricted to security officials

only. She didn't gave it much thought at first, and assumed that the

actions which had been taken were standard procedure when a vessel had

crash landed and reported missing. Now that she was more or less

confined to her quarters she started to worry.



	First she would take a shower and relax some the lazy chair;

she had a few books that she still needed to read. Half an hour later

she was sitting back in her chair reading when her door alarm chirped.



	"Come in," she replied and a large figure in Starfleet

Security uniform stepped in. His short hair and brisk appearance

reflected a strict and disciplined incline, and a sway of authority

radiated strongly from him.



	"Greetings, Ensign Dach. I'm Lt.Cmdr. Chiau-tsee, Chief of

Security, and I'm running the investigation personally. The loss of

most of the crew and Captain Dean Miles in particilar have been

devastating. However, during the course of our investigation we

reached too many missing links and most of the evidence that we found

leads directly to you."



	"Excuse me," Tar'a replied utterly flabbergasted. "This must

be a joke, right?"



	"Unfortunately not, Miss Dach. You will be relieved from duty

until this case is resolved. A team of security officials will be

standing guard outside your door, and you will be confined to these

quarters during the course of the investigation. I suggest you give us

your full cooperation, so that we may come to an end soon."



	"Of course you have my full cooperation. I want this to be

over just as bad as you do," Tar'a said back highly annoyed.



	"Prepare for a very intense interview tomorrow morning at 0800

sharp. Have a nice evening, Miss."



Sincerely submitted,

=3D/\=3D Cdt. Tar'a Dach,

USS Galileo, CEO



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