SCENE:	M'Beya's lavatory
SD:	90227.0255

	Through the lavatory door, Ip'sc heard M'Beya and the bounty hunter 
conclude their negotiations.  He waited for M'Beya's signal before emerging 
from his hiding space.

	M'Beya asked Ip'sc's opinion.  "Don't do it.  This is 'trouble' 
with a capital 'T'."

	"Nonsense," dismissed the tall human.  "It fits in perfectly with 
my plans.  If I play my cards right, not only will I close this deal, I'll 
know his secret as well."

	"You've got to be kidding," complained Ip'sc.

	M'Beya grinned.  "Would I kid my partner," he asked, extending his 
right hand.  when Ip'sc failed to return the gesture, he asked, "Don't you 
still want that torpedo launcher?"

	Ip'sc rolled his eyes and shook his head.  "I'm going to regret 
this," he mumbled, as he shook M'Beya's hand.

	"Now, I can't quite place it, but there is something quite odd 
about his story.  A piece missing or something not quite right."

	"I thought so, too," confirmed Ip'sc.  "But from what I know of 
Kzin, they're usually pretty forthright.  I've never heard of a Kzin 
lying."

	"Nor have I.  But that might be his secret," M'Beya thought out 
loud.  "It's also possible his clients have misled him.  That would be my 
bet."

	"Sounds right," agreed Ip'sc.

	"Quickly," exclaimed M'Beya.  "Follow him."

	"What?"

	"Get out there," he pointed to the front door," and keep an eye on 
him."

	"Spy on him?"

	M'Beya sighed.  Their target was quickly slipping away.  "Spy; 
surveillance; reconnaissance; whatever.  Just stick with him.  Discreetly."

	"Why don't you, Doc.  Discretion was never one of my strong points.  
I prefer the direct approach myself, not skulking around."

	M'Beya's eyes popped wider and he snapped his fingers.  "I remember 
you now!  Extended cryo therapy, then the academy where you assaulted a 
record number of cadets."

	"Yeah, well, that's behind me now," admitted Ip'sc, hoping it was 
true.

	"Ip'sc, *you* have to do this.  I need to stay here and maintain 
this store front.  Just think of it as... think of it as... I don't know.  
Just get out there."  The tall doctored pushed his shorter associate to the 
door.

	Reluctantly, Ip'sc headed for the exit.  Before leaving the shop, 
he gave the wall a solid, resounding slap with his hand.  He stepped 
outside, spotted Z'Dark's retreating figure, and headed off in a huff 
behind his target.

	Inside the office, M'Beya watched Ip'sc leave.  He shook his head 
and repeated to himself, "discreetly."

****************
SCENE:	The Mall

	After about ten minutes of following Z'Dark, Ip'sc had finally 
gotten somewhat comfortable with his assigned task.  He had done a lot of 
reconnaissance work for his resistance cell during the occupation.  Once he 
got past the differences between tailing a moving subject and staking out a 
stationary one, there were a lot of similarities he could fall back upon.

	However, Ip'sc had to work hard to stay hidden from the Kzin.  Kzin 
eyesight was nowhere near as acute as humans', so the changes of Z'Dark 
seeing him were pretty remote.  Add the bounty hunter's huge frame, and 
Ip'sc easily kept an eye on his target from a whole corridor away.  Being 
seen was not the problem.  The hardest part was staying 'downwind' of the 
big cat.  Even if his olfactory senses were only half as sharp as believed, 
he could pick out an individual from half a kilometer away if the air and 
wind were right.

	Z'Dark wandered the mall, apparently content to visit the various 
shops while M'Beya reached a decision and/or helped him retrieve the 
artifact.  Ip'sc had the bad feeling that the Kzin knew he was under 
surveillance, even if he could not see or smell his follower.  So when he 
ran into Capt Ruane, it was an easy and welcome decision to join the 
station's CO for breakfast, instead of playing cat and mouse [NRPG: pun 
intended :->] with Z'Dark.  M'Beya would undoubtedly be upset, but Ip'sc 
wasn't exactly getting anywhere, anyway.


****************
SCENE:	Club 101

	Capt Ruane was pleased that the first subspace relay installation 
had gone like clockwork.  The entire trip--out to the installation point, 
back, and the installation itself--had been entirely routine.  Boring, 
actually.  The engineer that accompanied Ip'sc had certified the 
installation sound, and tests run upon their returned confirmed the relay 
was working properly.

	"Is it true what I heard about the Dergrad, Captain," Ip'sc asked, 
sipping on his orange juice.

	"I'm afraid so," confirmed the captain.  No sense in hiding what 
was common knowledge among his crew.  Besides, Ip'sc would need this 
information to do his work--work vital to the future of the Cocoon and 
DS101.  "It seems like our nearest Cocoon neighbors are getting a little 
restless again.  But with the BANGALORE here, I'm sure we'll be able to 
stabilize this region again."

	"An unfortunate situation all around, Captain."

	"True.  But keeping the peace is one of our charter goals.  Getting 
those subspace relays deployed will make that job a hell of a lot easier."  
Ruane finished the croissant he was working on, and washed it down with 
some coffee.  "When do you plan to deploy the second relay?"

	"Not for two months, at least."

	Ruane frowned.  The second relay was slated for a moon near the 
Dergrad border.  It would be a vital link if the station needed to maintain 
a higher profile for the benefit of the Dergrad and Vurtedions.  He had 
hoped Ip'sc would follow up on his initial success and immediately deploy 
the second relay.  But the recent Dergrad aggression had killed that hope.

	"As soon as I finish some upgrades to my ship," explained Ip'sc, 
seeing the CO's disappointment.

	Ruane thought about what upgrades _Revenge_ might possibly need to 
duplicate its last mission.  Then he remembered a report from the CSO--
sensor scans had revealed micro torpedoes in the ship's hold.  Microtorps 
were hardly a threat to the station or modern Starfleet vessels.  Their 
yield was about 30% lower than standard photon torpedoes, and considerably 
less than the current generation of quantum photon torpedoes currently in 
service.  Still, it was technically illegal for a civilian to possess them.

	At the time, Ruane had conveniently ignored the infraction, since 
the report also indicated that the ship had no launch mechanism.  Sure, the 
torpedoes could have been detonated from the ship's hold, but it was just 
as easy (and less suspicious) to simply breach a warp core if sabotage was 
the goal.  It made sense that Ip'sc would want to install a torpedo 
launcher on his ship before heading into possibly hostile territory.

	The CO's thoughts were interrupted as Specialist Roberts staggered 
by his and Ip'sc's table.  Three fourths of the bar's patrons watched as 
the aOPS unsteadily guided a young Klingon woman out of Club 101.  Not the 
best image a Starfleet officer could present, but Ruane shrugged the 
thought away--Roberts was off duty, after all.

[ INSERT Phil's part which includes Keptin (sorry, Ensign ;> ) Kirk's 
arrival ]

	Ip'sc noticed the synergy between Capt Ruane and Ms. Gordon.  He 
decided it was time for a gracious retreat.  "My, look at the time," he 
suddenly interrupted, hoping he did not sound too phony.  "I have an 
appointment," he continued.  "Thank you for breakfast, Captain.  Sorry to 
eat and run."

	"No apology necessary, Mr. Ip'sc.  It was my pleasure."

	Ip'sc bid his farewells to the apparent delight of Capt Ruane and 
his guest, and left Club 101.

	Ip'sc turned down a corridor, intent on returning to M'Beya's shop.  
Before he could take another step, two long, sharp claws grabbed Ip'sc's 
neck and yanked him into a dark corner.  The two claws pinned the human 
against the bulkhead, slightly lifting him off the deck.  In the dim light, 
Ip'sc could only make out the silhouette of a massive head looming above 
him.  His attacker's identity, however, was revealed when he spoke--the 
slightly nauseating smell of rancid animal flesh on his breath gave Z'Dark 
away.  "Why are you following me?"


NRPG:

Phil - sorry it took so long to get this out.  Every time I thought I was 
close to completion, something happened, like hiding in the toilet :->.

Bogdan - I wasn't sure, but figured that Z'Dark was a carnivore.  Please 
correct me if I'm wrong.  Anyway, ball's in your court.  Make sure it's 
something that gives M'Beya heartburn ;>

Armin - sly devil, you.  Have Lynn clean that toilet :->

Robert - seems like everyone's after your goodies.

Sherman - welcome aboard.  I have a funny feeling Ip'sc will keep ESN 
*Keptin* Kirk busy :->

Respectfully Submitted,
Ip'sc Carbo
Civilian, Deep Space 101
hiha@tfs.com

Stardate: 90226.1734
Scene: Ruane's Ready Room

	As Ruane, Alyza, and Roberts were discussing the recent attack by
the Dergrad the computer interrupted them.
	[Computer to Ensign John Roberts]
	"Go ahead.", said Roberts.
	[You have a priority one message coming in from the USS GALAXY]
	"Acknowledged.", said Roberts looking perplexed. Who would be
contacting him from that ship. As far as he knew no one was serving on
board currently that was on the ship when Roberts commanded it so many
years ago.
	"You better go answer the call.", said Ruane simply. 
	Roberts just turned and walked out of the Ready Room, not out of
rudeness to the Captain but because he was genuinely perplexed about who
was making the call.
	"Computer, reroute message to the console.", said Roberts as he
sat down at the Ops area.
	The screen revealed Dr. Martha Kendle. Roberts was surprised to
see her.
	"Dr. Kendle! What are you doing on the GALAXY?", asked Roberts.
	"It's good to see you too John.", said the doctor, giving her
sweet smile as always. "I'm on the Galaxy because I'm enroute to my
destination, the station."
	"The station? Did the Specialist Division send you?", asked
Roberts suspiciously.
	"John, this is Martha you're talking to. You don't have to play
the detective with me."
	"Sorry, I know. It's just that I'm not exactly the most popular
person around here right now."
	"I've read the reports. The Division has been keeping close tabs
on its only graduate. They've wanted to do a on-site observation of you. I
know how you feel about the other doctors so I volunteered."
	Roberts smiled. "Thanks doc. I couldn't put up with a scientific
study of me right now. How long will you be on the station?"
	"They've only given me a week, to insure I'm more objectionable.
They don't want your Captain to know that a representative of the Division
is coming. They want it to be a surprise."
	Roberts rolled his eyes. "That's the last thing Captain Ruane
needs right now."
	"Oh, I already left a letter in his personal database. He'll know
that I'm coming.", said Kendle as she smiled. "I'll let you go. See you in
a few."
	"Looking foward to it.", said Roberts as the communication ended.
	"Could use an old friend right now.", thought Roberts as he headed
back to the Ready Room.

Respectfully submitted
Robert Stadnik
Ensign John Roberts
Specialist, currently Assistant Operations Officer
Deep Space 101
stadnr01@student.ucr.edu

Scene: Hatgarot Ship
SD: 90226

	Turik and his crew entered the ship and were suprised of the 
living habits of the Hetgarot. The ship was dark, and warm. The Hetgart 
engineer showed the team to the engineering part of the ship. It was 
still dark, but the light from the warp core light up the room.

	"Here is our main engineering section." The engineer said.

	"Thank you." Turik said. He walked over to a terminal and scaned 
the system, and quickly got accustomed to it.

	"Elliot and Burnes make sure the warp core is working properly. 
Haymore, get to thesecurity officer, and find out if the weapons systems 
are working..."

	"The weapons are fine." the Hetgaret engineer said.

	"Very well, then check the Structural Intregity field with Ensign Dunne"

	The group left to thier do thier duties.

	"You look diffrent than the rest." the engineer said, looking at 
Turiks ears.

	"I am a Vulcan."He replied

	"Vulcan. We have heard of them, when 'you' came. But you 'seem' 
diffrent. Not like the others. Are you Vulcans androids?" The Hetgaret asked.

	Turik raised his eyebrow at the question. "No we are not. We are 
alive like you. The diffrence is we are able to supress our emotion. we 
have had many years of traning to achieve this. Not every race is 
capeable of this."

	"That is quite intersting. It will be nice working with you." He 
said, walking to his station.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-
2 hours later
-=-=-=-=-=-=-

	"The warp technology they have is amazing." Elliot said. "It will 
be hard to repair them, but with the Hetgaret's help, it will go faster."

	"As for the Structural intregity system, it is similar to ours, 
and cam be repaired in about 5 hours." Elaine Dunne said.

	"Is that all the damaged syatems?" Turik asked.

	"Yes, the rest of them the Hetgaret's have started to repair, and 
they say they don't need our help." Johnathan said.

	"Very well. Begin the repairs." Turik said, getting up. The 4 
enginers followed, into the dark ship.

Lt  Turik Radjan
Chief Engineering Officer
Deep Space 101

SD 90227.1200 EST
Scene: Console Room

Alyza was still in her civilian Bajoran clothing, it was still not her
shift, and already she had debreifed the Captain on the Hetgarot situation
as it was currently understood and now she had to fill in the new CSO
about the sabotage and epidemic.  Had she been a full-blooded Bajoran
instead of a 1/2 Vulcan 1/2 Bajoran and a student of Vulcan logic, she might
have been...well, grumpy.  Fortunatly for those who worked with her,
she did follow Vulcan logic, and new the importance of briefing both the 
Captain and the new CSO.

[NRPG:  Rob, please don't put Alyza in any of your posts until she is
done interacting with Ens Kirk]

Alyza tapped the comm badge she wore on her civilian cloths.

"Lt.Cmdr. Alyza to Ens. Kirk"

<>

"Ensign, meet me in the coffee shop in the Mall.  I will debreif you
on the recent sabotage and epidemic"

<>

Scene:  The coffee shop in the Mall

Alyza arrived at the coffee shop before the new CSO.  She sat down at a table
and ordered lunch.  

"Vulcan flat bread, tneloch stew, and altair water"

As she was waiting for her food, she saw a young Ens. walk in, and look 
around for someone.  

She stood up and said "I am here, Ens. Kirk.  Have a seat"

"You are not in a uniform?" questioned the young ensign.

"Indeed.  I am currently not on duty, though circumstances dictated that I 
debrief you.  Thus, I will eat while I fill you in on the sabotage and
the epidemic.  You may eat as well, if you are hungry."

Ens. Kirk sat down, and the waiter came with Alyza's meal.  The tneloch stew
was steaming hot and looked like it had something akin to beans, barley, and
some vegitables that Kirk could not identify.  Of course, it was Vulcan
and thus vegitarian.

Kirk ordered some [NRPG: name your non-alchoholic beverage], which was 
swiftly delivered.

"We recently had a major epidemic here on DS 101, which was caused
by the three rebel Dergrad and the one humaniod of unknown species 
held in your brig.  The humanoid additionally tried to steal something
belonging to Ens. Roberts [NRPG: or did he succeed, I forgot?]  In addition
to placing a virus genetically engineered to target humans and those who
share certain pysical similarites, in the docking ring, they also sabotaged
the power systems. They were attempting to sabotage life support when they
were arrested by your predecessor.  Any questions?"

As the Ens thought, Alyza started to eat her lunch...

[NRPG: Your turn Sherman]


Live long and prosper \\//
Gretchen A. Haas

Stardate: 90227.1144
Scene: Brig

	Roberts faced the three Dergrad and the unknown humanoid species
from the other side of the holding cell. He had dismissed the duty officer
to the other room, for he did not wished this conversation to be heard by
anyone. He looked coldly at the four for a long time, taking mental notes
on how they were acting. Finally he spoke.
	"I like to know how you knew about several 'artifacts' I posses.",
said Roberts. One of the Dergrad immediately spoke.
	"You ask how, but you do not ask why?", said the Dergrad, trying
to be as menacing as possible.
	"The only reason you would want them is to make the Dergrad
Empire, or any faction you might be part of, technologically superior.
Your motives were quite transparent." The Dergrad didn't pick up on the
insult Roberts threw by this statement.
	"We leanred of you from a third party.", said the Dergrad.
	"Who?", asked Roberts.
	"We do not know. THe message was relayed to us through mulitple
parties." Roberts became alarmed by this statement. Multiple groups or
people having this type of information. Starfleet apparently didn't know
how to keep a secret.
	The Dergrad interrupted his train of thought. "You are an outsider
in your Federation. If you help us escape and provide us access to your
devices you will be well compensated."
	"By who?", said Roberts.
	"By those who would benefit from there properties.", ws all the
Dergrad would say.
	Roberts gave a sinister grin to them. "You're lucky I don't use
them on you. Believe me it would make your death quite agonizing and
painful. Killing you would just end my fun."
	The Dergrad shrunk back by this statement. Roberts concluded they
had no idea what the devices did, only that they knew they were powerful.
	The doors opened behind Roberts and Ensign Kirk walked in. Roberts
turned and looked at Kirk.
	"Have you been assigned to interrogate the prisoners until my
arrival?", asked Kirk.
	"No. I merely had some questions for them of an irrelevant
nature.", said Roberts. "Unfortunately they provided nothing insightful."
	"I'm Ensign Bruce Kirk."
	"Ensign John Roberts."

Respectfully submitted
Robert Stadnik
Ensign John Roberts
Specialist, currently Assistant Operations Officer
Deep Space 101
stadnr01@student.ucr.edu

NRPG:SHERMAN: Go ahead and continue the conversation if you want. You can
have Roberts leave if you like, since your interrogation holds no interest
for him.

SD: 90226

As the Ens thought, Alyza started to eat her lunch...

"Actually I do have a question for you Lieutenant," Kirk said after a short
pause. Alyza looked up from her food, still chewing part of it. After she
swallowed the last of the food she said, "What is it Ensign?"

"Well...I am not sure I should ask this...but....," Kirk hesitated, "but
does the Captain always act in such a...well you know...commanding manner?"

Alyza laughed ,[NRPG: Enter your own comments here.]

"Ahh I see," Kirk remarked after Alyza's elaborate explanation of the
Captain's behavior. Bruce was always fascinated with Vulcans, they were
so...logical...so he decided that he was going to learn more about Lieutenat
Alyza. "Ma'am, since it seems as though I will be staying here for a while,
maybe you wouldn't mind telling me about this region of space, and the
background of the station...but maybe I should tell you about myself first."

"I have always seeked adventure in life...and to be honest with you I
expected a little more out of Starfleet then to end up on a Starbase like
this. I rather am easy going off duty, but when I am on duty I do my job
exceptionally well, or at least so I think. However I am not sure that I
will like it here too much, maybe you could help me make the best of my
situation"

[NRPG: Enter Alyza's comments here]

Kirk was suddenly interrupted by the chirping of his comm pin.

[Ensign Kirk, this is Chief Older...I think you should come down to the brig
immediatly]

"Understood on my way," Kirk responded. "Haven't been here but 3 minutes and
duty calls already," Kirk said to Alyza with a shy smile, while getting out
of his chair to head towards the brig.............

<>

I know this is rather short, but here are your qyestion :) 

Respectfully,
Sherman Johns
Commander Maverick XO USS XERXES
Ensign Kirk CSO DS 101 


**SD: 90227.2134**
**Scene: Observation Lounge, Deck 2(Amber Deck)**

 Ruane walked in and placed his hat on the hat stand he had recently put
in the lounge.  LtCmdr.Alyza and Ens.Roberts were sat waiting for him.

  "Good afternoon."  He smiled as he sat down at the head of the long
conference table.

  "Okay, reports please."  He said once comfortable.  The two took turns
to brief the Captain on recent events concerning the Hetgarot freighter.

  "I hear that TriCON is sorting out his cargo?"

  "Yes Captain.  The Hetgarot Captain Matzcheyq has asked the company to
find him local sales."

  "I'm glad to hear that he isn't loosing everything.  I take it
Lt.Turik is already dealing with the repairs?"

  "Yes, I had him prepare a team as soon as they docked sir."  Roberts
informed him.

  "Excellant.  Well, that leaves us with no problem except THE problem."
Graeme paused.
  "We need to deal with the rising Dergrad hostilities towards trade and
the Vurtedion.  So far nothing has indicated the Dergrad government is
involved.  We can only assume we are dealing with a rebel faction."
Alyza and Roberts nodded.

  "That would seem logical Captain.  If that is the case though we are
going to have a lot of trouble."  Alyza said.

  "You're right commander.  What we need to do though is to gather some
information on this group.  LtCmdr.Alyza, as soon as you are done
briefing Ens.Kirk on the prisoners I'd like you to have the BANGALORE
prepared for a mission into Dergrad space...whilst you're doing that
I'll talk through the necessary Dergrad channels informing them of our
intentions.  Okay, anybody need to say anything else?"  They both
declined.

  "Right, well you know what you have to do.  Dismissed."  The two left,
and soon after so did Ruane, grabbing his hat and placing it on his head
as he left the room.  He headed straight for his office.

Submitted by Phil Long
Captain Graeme Philip Ruane
Commanding Officer
Deep Space 101, Amgine Sector
Cocoon Fleet

SD 90228.1314
Scene: The coffee shop

[NRPG: a couple small changes to the origianal post by Sherman]

>As the Ens thought, Alyza started to eat her lunch...
>
>"Actually I do have a question for you Lieutenant," Kirk said after a short
>pause. Alyza looked up from her food, still chewing part of it. After she
>swallowed the last of the food she said, "What is it Ensign?"
>
>"Well...I am not sure I should ask this...but....," Kirk hesitated, "but
>does the Captain always act in such a...well you know...commanding manner?"

Alyza raised an eyebrow.  "Is not a captain supposed to act in a commanding
manner?  He is, after all, the commanding officer of DS 101.  The captain's 
style of command has, however, changed since his most recent death and...
rebirth, for lack of a better word.  He is more strict since his rebirth."

>"Ahh I see," Kirk remarked after Alyza's explanation of the
>Captain's behavior. Bruce was always fascinated with Vulcans, they were
>so...logical...so he decided that he was going to learn more about Lieutenat
>Alyza. "Ma'am, since it seems as though I will be staying here for a while,
>maybe you wouldn't mind telling me about this region of space, and the
>background of the station...but maybe I should tell you about myself first."
>
>"I have always seeked adventure in life...and to be honest with you I
>expected a little more out of Starfleet then to end up on a Starbase like
>this. I rather am easy going off duty, but when I am on duty I do my job
>exceptionally well, or at least so I think. However I am not sure that I
>will like it here too much, maybe you could help me make the best of my
>situation"
>
"It is illogical to expect Starfleet to assign everyone to a starship.  CSO
are needed on space stations as well as starships.  In fact, there is more
need for the security side of your duties on a space station with many
civilians than on a ship full of Starfleet officers..."

>
>Kirk was suddenly interrupted by the chirping of his comm pin.
>
>[Ensign Kirk, this is Chief Older...I think you should come down to the brig
>immediatly]
>
>"Understood on my way," Kirk responded. "Haven't been here but 3 minutes and
>duty calls already," Kirk said to Alyza with a shy smile, while getting out
>of his chair to head towards the brig.............

After Kirk left, Alyza finished her meal.  Though she herself could do
without regular mealtimes, it would not do to deprive her developing twins
of the required nutrients to grow into healthy Vulcan babies.  [NRPG: in
case you do not yet know, Alyza is almost 7 months pregnant with twins.]
She knew she had to prepare the Banglore [NRPG: USS Banglore?] for a
mission into Dergrad space,
but eating was a necessary activity and she was officially still off duty,
as this was not her shift.  Finishing her meal, she returned to her
quarters and
swiftly changed into her uniform.  It would be inappropriate to go onto the
Banglore in her off duty cloths.

Alyza then walked towards the docking port where the Bangalore was
currently attached to the station and boarded the ship...[NRPG: Phil, did
you want Alyza to prepare the ship or be part of the mission?]



Live long and prosper \\//
Gretchen A. Haas


SCENE: DS 101 Merchant's Row

SD 90228.2016

  Jefferson slowly returned to his desk and sat down, then pressed a button
at the side that opened a lid in the surface from which a terminal appeared.
He had asked for the Juun carpenters to build the desk like this mostly
because he wanted to test just how genuine carpenters they were, but they
had passed this little exam quite impressively, which made him wonder again
what had put them in this remote place. It might just become the greatest
mystery of all.

  He accessed the database on the Gremlin and quickly encoded a number of
inquiries to places as far away as Ferengal and Benwick's Planet. If there
was anything known about the devices, someone would answer, in one way or
another, without a trace where the inquiry had originated from. That done,
he leaned back, his eyes closed, assuming a position well suited for
contemplations.

  Ip was perfectly right, the job smelled like a waste deposit on Belanor
Secundus and Jefferson didn't consider accepting the Kzin's offer for a
second, but there was intrigue and if there was something Jefferson M'Beya
couldn't resist then it was temptation. He took a small glimpse at the
clock, then rose and left the shop with a recorded message for Lynn to be
sure to replicate the objects on the list to decorate the room.

  He undoubtly would have to spend some credits on someone with the skills
to keep a disappointed bounty hunter under control.

  "To catch a thief, hire a thief."

respectfully submitted
Dr. Jefferson M'Beya
ds101@fenris.inka.de

**SD: 90311.1826**
**Scene: Ruane's Office**

  **Chirp-bleep**  Ruane looked up from the many permits recently
transmitted to him by the Dergrad in response to his request to
investigate the Dergrad hostilities; hostilities the government denied
were anything to do with them...

  "Come."  He said, his eyes lit up as he saw who it was.  The other
persons reaction was one more of confusion than a mirror of Ruane's
recognition.

  "David!  David Jackson it's been a long time."  Graeme stood and
offered his hand, David took it and shook, his obvious tenseness showed
through his response.

  "Graeme, you've...erm...*changed*."

  "Oh yes, a few extra pips, a slight loss of weight and a major
physical regeneration."

  "But how?"  Jackson asked.  Graeme sat back down, asked David to do
the same and started the story of how he discovered dying was very
difficult for him.  When he finished David was astounded, however the
two had more pressing things.

  "Why exactly have you called me here Graeme?"

  "Paranoia David."

  "Paranoia?  About what?"  Graeme had expected David's tone to sound
more puzzled than it did...

  "Starfleet amongst others."  David nodded with understanding.

  "This isn't the place to talk."  David said after a long pause.

  "The GALAXY?"

  "Safer, but not safe enough.  I suggest we meet in this place's Club
101 tomorrow at 0900."

  "Okay.  0900.  I'll see you then Captain Jackson."  Ruane stood and
saw the GALAXY's captain out of his office.  Once David had left Ruane
returned to the permits and forwarded them to the BANGALORE, minutes
later the corvette was reporting 'ready for launch'.  Ruane half wished
he was going with her, but he knew it was time to give his XO the reigns
for the first time.

Submitted by Phil Long
Capt.Graeme Philip Ruane
Commanding Officer
Deep Space 101, Amgine Sector
Cocoon Fleet

<**NRPG**>
All: Just a bit of mystery and depth.
Please ignore the post stating the REGULATOR had arrived; that was my
mistake - she isn't here. :)

Rob: Please remove the 'phil@scars.demon.co.uk' and
'noodles@scars.demon.co.uk addresses from your maillist; at present I am
recieving 4 identical posts from you, that's a little excessive and take
up time and money when I d/load mail.

BANGA: All those with crew on the BANGA please wait for Gretchen to post
the departure before posting; please remember you will have to play the
characters on the ship aswell as your main character on DS 101. :)

        -Cheers, Pinky.

SD:90312.1734

Scene: Zahn's quarters

It looked like Ip'sc wasn't going to show up too soon, and Zahn had 
another appointment planned. Shamino was doing a good job in creating 
him contacts and finding job opportunities, although went about that 
in a rather oblique way. After all, he was a Ferengi. He left a short 
message, in case Ip'sc decided to drop by, and left his quarters.

Time: 15 minutes later
Scene: The "Rising Star" bar freshly opened 

"Good day, Mr. Z'Dark" said the Dergrad seeing Zahn enter the bar. 
"Come this way, please. Have a seat."
The Dergrad was clearly nervous. Probably didn't know how to hire the 
services of a bounty hunter.

"I have a very... er... sensitive business proposal for you. I 
understand that your profession is that of a... er... bounty hunter."
"I am listed in this starbase' computer as a Private Investigator." 
said Zahn evenly. "Some people choose to call me a bounty hunter, but 
I don't mind."
"Is there a confidentiality oath or something...like the Federation 
medics have?"
"Of course. Even if we don't agree to the price or some other terms 
of the contract, everything we discuss remains confidential." Zahn 
stood. Seeing that the Dergrad was troubled by this, he explained:
"My anathomy doesn't allow me to sit very long on this kind of 
chair." The other breathed in relief. "I shall have some chairs 
especially designed for you. I am the owner of this place, you know."

Zahn was begining to loose his patience. "I thought you had some 
business proposal."
"Yes...yes. We... I mean I want you to try to kill Captain 
Graeme Philip Ruane, the commander of this space station."
A moment of silence followed this statement. Z'Dark made some quick 
calculations. This one wasn't acting by himself, but probably at his 
government's orders. Still, to kill Ruane...
"Don't get me wrong" the Dergrad said hurriedly. "I don't want him 
dead. I want an attempt made on his life, but a failed one. However, 
I want you make it like the Vurtedions tried to kill him."

Now it was making sense. And it was a job he could take. As a former 
Starfleet officer, Zahn could not kill another officer. But a failed 
attempt... why not?

Seeing that Zahn was considering the job, the Dergrad added: "You get 
to name your price."
Z'Dark reacted with lightning speed: "You said that you own this 
joint. I want it."
"Well... it is a bit..." he staggered.
"Are you going back on your word?" Z'Dark claws shined in the dim 
light.
"No, of course not. Can I be excused for giving you that impression?" 
he said humbly. Which meant he knew quite a few things about Kzin 
temper and conduit. Another thing to be remebered later.

"Then we have a deal" said Zahn, hiding his claws. "Shall we discuss 
the details?"

Sincerely,
Zahn Z'Dark
Bounty hunter, Deep Space 101

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NRPG:
Well, finally some real action for Z'Dark. I hope nobody objects to 
the station having a bar.
Phil: there you go. Politics is a dangerous game.

Bogdan

Stardate:90312.1437
Scene: TriCON INC.

	Martha Kendle looked on with interest as Roberts gave her a tour
of the facilities. Roberts was proud to display his accomplishment to his
friend, the only redeeming accomplishment he made so far on this station. 
	After showing her the back offices and introducing her to Nancy
Clements and Brax, Roberts and Kendle headed to Club 101 for lunch. On the
way Martha contacted J'nete and asked her to meet them there.
	J'nete was a few minutes late meeting them at the Club, which gave
Roberts some time to chat with Martha as they sat at their table.
	"Martha, why can't you take care of J'nete? She obviously likes
you.", said Roberts.
	"I can't give her what she needs. My job gives me little time to
leave Earth. As a paradise planet, Earth is quite boring to J'nete. She's
already visited all the sites and countries. She needs to be with someone
who is an avid explorer. Being in Starfleet allows you to meet new species
and experience new places and cultures. That's what J'nete wants."
	Roberts, always ready to give a defense, couldn't, or wouldn't
come up with a defense. J'nete showed up anyways before Roberts had a
chance to react.
	"I'm sorry I'm late.", said J'nete apologetically. I saw a
Vurtedion and wanted to ask him some questions about his homeworld.
	Martha smiled. "Did he answer your questions?"
	"Uh-huh. He was very nice. He never met a Cardassian before and
asked be about Cardassia. I told him I wasn't raised there." J'nete looked
at Roberts. "Have you been able to meet many Vurtedions or Dergrads since
living here?"
	"Uh, well not really. I've just only had the one opportunity to
arrange a trade transaction between a merchant of each race.", said
Roberts somewhat clumsily. 
	"Really!?", asked J'nete fascinated. "You get to do commerical
work here?"
	J'nete's excited curiosity erased all doubts in Roberts mind. He
smiled, only happy to tell the story about his attempt to bring to
bickering worlds together. Ok, an extreme exageration. 
	Martha just sat in her seat and watched as J'nete and Roberts
became lost in their conversation. After a hour of talking, Roberts had
invited J'nete to go to TriCON INC. and see how the operation was in
action. J'nete gone, Roberts looked at Kendle for the longest time.
Finally...
	"Alright doc. I'll do it. J'nete can stay with me on the station."
	Martha leaned over and gave Roberts a kiss on the cheek.

Respectfully submitted
Robert Stadnik
Ensign John Roberts
Specialist, currently Assistant Operations Officer
Deep Space 101
stadnr01@student.ucr.edu

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