Stardate: 90414.1050
Scene: Club 101

	J'nete finished her meal of mashed potatoes and fried rice. She
had what was considered a blane meal, but she liked her Earth dishes to be
simple. As she ate she watched for any interesting events on the
viewscreen that covered the upper half of the wall opposite to the Club's
entrance. The only interesting report was the reconstruction efforts being
done on Benora Prime. J'nete remembers Martha Kendle mentioning the
disaster on that planet being related to Roberts' cyrogentic suspension,
or was it his computer program? She couldn't remember. Anyways the report
just listed the various local Federation planets assisting in the efforts.
	With nothing else spurring her interest, J'nete decided to go to
TriCON INC. to see if Nancy needed any help. J'nete had finished her
studying for the day, and with John gone off on a mission with Lt. Cmdr.
Alyza, J'nete's only acquaintances were at John's trading company. Her
meal finished, J'nete headed to TriCON INC.

Scene: TriCON INC.
	Not much activity was going on in the office. Nancy was able to
complete all pending trade agreements, but unfortunately no new business
had cropped up. With the threat of Dergrad attacks still lingering, the
only business she coul;d drum up were between merchants on the station.
But even those had dried up. All there was left to do was inventory
catalogging and file arrangements.
	J'nete walked in, catching Nancy's instant attention given her
lack of enthusiasm for her current task. She got up from her desk and
walked around to greet the young Cardassian.
	"J'nete, nice to see you.", said Nancy.
	"You too. I was wondering if I could help you in any way Ms.
Clements.", said J'nete.
	"Please, call me Nancy. Ms. Clements makes me sound like an old
woman." Nancy led J'nete to the visitor chair at Nancy's desk. Having
seated her, Nancy resumed her spot at her desk.
	"Unfortuantely business has been kind of slow. There's really
nothing to do except rearrange the computer files." That last statemnet
made Nancy stare in disdain at her computer terminal.
	"Are there still reports of attacking Dergrad?", asked J'nete.
	"Not from what I've heard. The merchants who I've talked to are
just scared they will be attack. Some of them just want to leave this
sector, afraid that even heading towards the station or a Vurtedion colony
will target them next."
	"If you ask me, no one is safe from these Dergrad fanatics.", said
a voice. Turning around, Nancy saw Brax come out of the back office. Brax
apporached the deask and sat down on the corner part, facing J'nete.
	"Those Dergrad are too stubborn to know when to quit. They won't
stop until they control this entire region of space.", said the Ferengi.
	Nancy rolled her eyes. "Always the optimist aren't you Brax. And
get off my desk!" Nancy gave Brax a shove, forcing him to stand up. He
looked at her with a disparanging look.
	"Of course of few more females like you could probably stop the
rebels." J'nete smiled at Brax's remark to nancy. Those two seemed to
delight in sparring with one another.
	"I overheard you telling the boss' daughter that we have no work
to do. While you're busy playing a buraeucrat, I've been busy trying to
procure two ships for the company.", said Brax proudly.
	"We hardly have a need for ships Brax.", said Nancy. "So far we've
been doing fine sending our people out with the merchants on the merchant
ships."
	Brax ignored Nancy's reminder. "Nevertheless I have secured a
contract with the Federation depot in the Mancara system. They have two
Danube class runabouts which they are willing to trade me."
	"Ha!", remarked Nancy. "I'm surprised they stayed on the comm
channel with you."
	"I am a soon-to-be Federation citizen.", said Brax.
	"Another mistake.", said Nancy.
	"If you don't have anything for J'nete to do then maybe she would
like to go with me to the Mancara depot to pick up the runabouts."
	"I would love to.", said J'nete instantly.
	"Brax, Mancara will require you to fly parallel to Dergrad space
for a few hours. You think it's wise to go with all the trouble brewing?",
said Nancy, hoping to scare the Ferengi into staying.
	"I was able to withstand a Dergrad attack in my shuttle a few
weeks ago. I can handle myself. I installed a new shield grid in my
shuttle plus an antiquidated Gorn disruptor. There's nothing to worry
about."
	"I don't know." said Nancy solemly.
	"Oh please.", said J'nete. "We'll be fine."
	"I know I'm going to regret this." Nancy looked at Brax with a
hard glare. "You so much bring J'nete with a scratch and I'll personally
amputate those lobes of yours."
	"Yes yes female. You and your petty threats. Come now J'nete, my
shuttle awaits."
	As Brax and J'nete left TriCON INC., Brax could here Nancy yell
out to him "And keep your grubby hands off of her."

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

SD 90414.1635 EST
Scene: On board the runabout Bermuda Triangle, trying to aid the Gremline

>No sooner did Alyza finish that statement a blast came from one of
>the Dergrad ships. Roberts, caught a bit off guard, situated himself and
>began evasive manuvers.
>	"I believe they have fallen for our bluff.", commented Alyza. "All
>ships are targeting us now. The Gremlin has a reprieve."
>	"They don't want us to fire our suppossed weapon. I'll handle
>ship manuvers, you handle the weapons. Let's see how long we can hold out
>until help arrives.", Roberts said. 

	"It seems that bluffing a Dergred is ineffectual, as we have no weapon to
fire.  Next time you have a bluff, I suggest you deliver it.  Perhaps,
haveing never bluffed before, I am not good at it."

Another hit on the B.Triangle's shields, threw Roberts and Alyza out of
their seats.

Alyza got up briskly, dispite her highly advanced pregnacy [NRPG: She is
now almost 8 months pregnant].  Roberts got up moments later.

"Evasive manuver Alyza Gamma 3"  ordered Alyza, initiating the manuver as
Roberts sat back down in his seat.  "Damage report?" 

"Shields at 60% and holding. Sensors off line"

"Keep the Dergred busy, but the Triangle out of trouble.  I am going to try
and boost the shield, and get the sensors back on line"

Roberts continued to elude most of the Dergrad's fire, as Alyza used her
engineering training to make repairs. In 5 minutes, she had the sensors
back on line, and the shields bosted to 70%.  Another hit knocked them back
down to 55%. Alyza heard Roberts curse.

"Shields at 55%" Roberts reported.

"I am diverting power from the internal systems of the rear portion of the
ship, including life support and replicators.  We will have life support in
the forward control areas only." said Alyza

"Shields at 80% and holding" 

Alyza returned to her seat.  "That is as much as I can give you for the
shields. We cannot stand more than 8 more direct hits."




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

**SD: 90414.1919**
**Scene: USS BANGALORE, Bridge**

  "Captain, the GALAXY reports fire from a Federation Runabout joining
that of the Dergrad."  Harrison said turning round from his console.

  "Interesting."  Ruane said, leaning forward and resting his chin on
his hand.

  "Are *we* gettin any readings yet?"  Ruane asked after a pause.

  "Nothing more than slight sensor reflections on long range sensors.
The GALAXY will be having better luck even if she is behind us."
Harrison said.

  "Great."

  "Hold on, incoming transmission; it's Lieutenant Commander Alyza sir."

[This is Lieutenant Commander Alyza to the BANGALORE and GALAXY, we are
under heavy attack from four rebel Dergrad patrol vessels
**fsssssss*emlin **fffsssss**gency.]  The signal cut off, the sound of
beam weapons exchanging fire was loud in the background.

  "Lt.Rajdan, I want *everything* you can give me from those engines
and NOW!"  Ruane shouted, standing up.  He stared straight ahead at the
view screen, the stars seemed less calming; infact they were irritating
as they passed by calmly without a hint of worry at the urgency of the
BANGA's mission.

  "Yes sir."  Responded the Vulcan engineer.

  "What is our current ETA Lt.Harrison."

  "3 minutes, and sensors are giving a vague image on the situation."

  "Too long, what's happening out there?"

  "The GALAXY is reading 5 Dergrad vessels, 4 are attacking our
Runabout, the fifth is on intercept with the Runabout.  The GREMLIN is
disabled, but still there."  After Harrisons report Ruane turned swiftly
to Radjan.

  "Radjan?"  He shouted the sound of urgency in his question.

  "We'll have warp 9.7...*now*...I can't tell you what effect that will
have on our systems though sir."

  "Understood, just do your best."

...three minutes later.

  The BANGALORE appeared practically on top of LtCmdr.Alyza's and
Roberts' Runabout, slowing rapidly from Warp 9.7 to a quarter impulse.
Her shields sparked as they were raised...but instead of becoming
invisable as usual, they continued to sparkle as the ship passed through
a huge amount of debris. 

  "Harrison, what in hell has happened here?"

  "I don't know sir.  The debris matches the four attacking Dergrad
vessels."

  "The Runabout can't have done this can it?"  He asked with a tone
knowing the answer was 'No.'

  "No sir, from what I can tell this was done by a Dergrad vessel.  But
I can't actually find the fifth ship."

  "From what we know, Captain, no Dergrad vessels could destroy four of
their own in just 3 minutes."  Radjan said .

  "Right, enough tatter.  Open a hailing frequency to the GREMLIN and
our Runabout."  Ruane ordered, he straightened his uniform and stood up
straight between the OPS and CON consoles.

  "This is the BANGALORE, what is your...."  He was interupted by a loud
M'Beya.

  [Captain, request you beam Ip'sc to your vessel; he is in urgent need
of medical assistance.]

  "We haven't the..."  This time it was Roberts turn to interupt.

  [Captain, I'll attend to him until the GALAXY arrives.]

  "Understood."  He tapped the internal communications button,
  "Transporter room; beam Roberts and Ip'sc from their ships."

  [Aye sir.]  Ruane resumed the conversation.

  "LtCmdr.Alyza what is the status of your Runabout?"

  [Shields are down, life support is minimal, hull integrity is down to
62percent, micro-torpedos are depleted and the phaser links are fused.]
She gave what she considered a 'brief' explanation.  The lack of hull
integrity would mean the ship would be unable to procede at Warp under
her own steam.

  "Right, can you pilot the ship into a towing position behind the
BANGALORE?"

  [Yes sir.]

  "Do it.  Now, M'Beya..."

  [Much the same, but we managed to salvage some shields and we never
had the weapons in the first place.]

  "Prepare for beam out then; we'll have the GALAXY bring your ship back
to DS 101."  M'Beya acknowledged and the comm channel closed.  A few
moments later Alyza reported her Runabout in position, closely followed
by the arrival of the GALAXY.

  "Sir, the GALAXY is hailing us."  

  "On screen."

  [Hello Graeme, certainly looks interesting here doesn't it.]

  "That it does.  Did you manage to get any better readings than us on
the fifth ship?"  Graeme asked, to be greated with a somewhat shocked
look on the face of Captain Jackson.

  [You mean...Captain, change your viewscreen image to the following co-
ordinates.]  Smiled, tapping in a few numbers that appeared on Ruane's
chair.  In turn Ruane tapped them into the screen controls.  The view
changed to a view below and to starboard of the BANGALORE.

  "Ah."  Ruane said in understanding.  There sat a vessel similar in
appearance to the Dergrad patrol vessels, only larger.  Stemming from
it's sides, top and bottom, were four thick pylons with grewsome looking
weapons on the end.  From the front it looked like a cross with a filled
in circle at the intersections, in size is was similar to the GALAXY.

  "Captain, the vessel may be generating some kind of dampening field
that cloaks it from our sensors."  Harrison suggested.

  [It's a little simpler than that Lieutenant.]  Jackson addressed him.
  [The hull is composed of a modified quotronium, it renders the vessel
invisable to anything other than the highest level of scan; that which
the BANGALORE can not perform.]  Shortly before this point LtCmdr.Alyza
had arrived on the bridge.  She chose this time to make her presence
known.

  "We found an asteroid belt composed of a similar material; it hid a
sensor relay."  Alyza's interest was sparked by the use of such a
material in a vessels design; it was a weak substance, she wondered how
the Dergrad had managed to integrate it into their vessel without making
the ship into a glass house.

  "Well, I best open communications.  Meanwhile, Captain, could you take
the GREMLIN under your wing and return her to the station."

  [One last favour Graeme, then we're off.]  Jackson smiled cheekly as
he closed the comm channel.

  "Captain, *we* are being hailed."  Harrison reported.

  [This is Admiral Herun Terkow of the Dergrad vessel Hec'nu.  I hope
you are impressed.]  He grinned.

  "Very.  I take it you are the ship that will take out prisoners."

  [Indeed we are.  Glad to make your aquaintence Captain Ruane.  We will
see you at your station.]  The channel closed abruptly, barely giving
Ruane a chance to say 'Thank you', although Graeme felt they had
probably only helped to show off their new vessel.

  "Interesting."  Commented Alyza.

  "Indeed.  Harrison, lay a course in for DS 101, warp 6.
Lt.Radjan, lock a tractor beam onto the Runabout."

  "Aye sir."  They both said at once.

  "Course layed in and ready."  Harrison said after a short while.

  "Engage."

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

<**NRPG**>
All: Basically a 'wrap-up' post, from here we will hand over the problem
to the CURIE(who is on her way) and hand over the prisoners to the
HEC'NU.  

Rob: John shall be dealing with Ip'sc; should be interestin considering
their relationship - I suggest you have them beam to the GALAXY.

All: Please remove 'Shermster@geocities.com' from your maillists and
rosters; Sherman has informed me he unfortunatly doesn't have the time
to play on DS 101. :(

Kelli: We need another CSO aswell as a CMO and CNS.

        -Cheers, Pinky.


Stardate: 90414-1833
Scene: McLearys quarters
ds101@protv.ro

"Computer, Mozart #42"

The mellow strains of the Mozart symphony lightly 
surrounded Mick with calmness, something he needed
 after the kind of day he has had.  The discovery of the
 alien counting system and the panels with writing.
 He knew that this is where he would find missing
 treasures of information that might open up light on who
 the aliens were and, maybe even the Dergrad or
 Vurtedions.  He began to think about the report he would
 dictate in a few moments to Commander Ruane. He
 would read it as soon as he returned from the mission
 on the BANGALORE.  Tomorrow he would return to
 the computer core and visit one of the larger rooms.
  He felt that he would have to look over that great hall
 wall by wall and room by room to learn its secrets.
  He knew one thing, power and lots of it had something
 to do with learning the secrets locked deeply in the alien
 computer.  He hoped the Barak would come up with
 some possible translations to the words they had seen.
 Oh well, lets get the message out and hit the rack.

"Computer, message :
To: Commander Ruane
Time 1833 hours,
From: Ensign Michael McLeary ASO.
Re: First days report investigating alien computer core

Sir,

Both Ensign Barak and myself spent most of the day in the alien
computer core where we have discovered that the panels seen 
therein and through out the station have language markings on
them.  Some of these panels have numbers which Ensign Barak
deciphered immediately.  I have found other such markings in the
small cubical marked ^^|||||| ~/~.  The number is 26 but the other
marking in unknown to us at this time.  I believe that the room
is number 26 out of 32.  This is a guess because I have not
counted the rooms in the core.  As you know the core is 
separated into sections and each section has various size rooms.
Some of the rooms were huge, needing pillars to support the deck 
above.  Other rooms were small cubicles.  They all were connected 
by walkways but I see no connection electronically. 

I briefly visited engineering and noticed similar panels there though
most of the area had been refurbished to meet Federation standards
and needs.  As soon as Lt. Radjan returns from his mission I would 
hope you would allow him to show me the engineering area in more
detail.  I believe that the wall panels in the core are registering
amounts of energy used in certain areas of the core.  The ones I have
seen throughout the station also show signs of this.  With Lt.
Radjans knowledge of engineering we might be able to surmise exactly
what is being registered.

If you already havent noted.  The number 8 or its multiples seem
to crop up often.  The cubical I visited is actually octagons on the
 inside and the panel dials or buttons are in multiples of 8.
At this time I have not formed any significance to this.  Tomorrow
I will return to the core in the morning to continue my study.

Respectfully submitted,
Ensign Michael McLeary ASO"

Submitted:
Chuck Stotz
Ensign Michael McLeary

Stardate: 90415.1627
Scene: Sickbay, USS GALAXY

	His eyes opened wearily. Unable to move his head, he looked up to
see a humanoid figure standing over him. As his eyes became focused, he
could see a Starfleet uniform, grey in color. Only one person wore that
color in Starfleet.
	"Roberts.", muttered Ip'sc Carbo, still under the effects of the
drugs administered by him by Roberts.
	"Don't worry Mr. Carbo. You're not dead and I'm not the grim
Reaper. So you won't have to spend eternity with me.", said Roberts
simply. He was scanning Carbo with a medical tricorder.
	"Where...", started Carbo, but Roberts anticipated his response.
	"You're on board the GALAXY, in sickbay. The attack by your former
captors has ended, and we're en route back to the station. I decided to
take responsibilty for your health and treat you myself. It's been some
time since I was a medical officer. I'm checking to see if I didn't screw
anything up during your surgery. That's what happens when I get a low
priority patient.", said Roberts in a matter-of-fact tone.

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

NRPG: Don't worry, Roberts didn't do anything sinister to Carbo. His
tissue damage has been repaired. He just loves to be sarcastic to Ip'sc.
Post a response if you like.

NRPG:ALL: Brax and J'nete will have left the station by the time the
BANGLADORE and GALAXY returns, in case anyone was planning to have them
included in any posts.

Stardate: 90417.1630
Scene: TriCON Express, Pilot area

	"We should arrive at the Mancara Depot in two days.", said J'nete,
checking the navigational console. Brax nodded, making it appear he was
listening to her. He was too busy thinking how he would try to sweeten the
deal, in his favor with the Depot Master on Mancara.
	He was glad to take John's foster daughter along for the trip. She
was so anxious to pilot Brax's ship and learn its technical layout that
Brax had spent the journey so far drinking his favorite drink, Ferengi
Gold-Ale, and sitting in his seat and looking out at the stars. So many
opportunities out there.
	Brax was deep in fantasy, so much that he didn't notice J'nete
shaking him until she called his name loudly.
	"BRAX!", shouted J'nete.
	"Ow. I can hear you. My lobes are sensitive my dear. Please.",
whinned Brax.
	"I was asking you how are we suppossed to transport the runabouts
back to the station?", inquired J'nete.
	"We'll use my tractor beam. Simple.", said the Ferengi.
	"I've looked at the schematics of your tractor beam. It can only
tow one ship, and that's going at Warp 3.", said J'nete.
	"Uh, really? I didn't think about that. Well I guess one of us
will have to fly the other runabout.", said Brax.
	"Ships in Federation depots no longer are space-worthy, especially
these runabouts, given the years they've been in there. They won't have
dilitium crystals, making interstellar travel impossible. All valuable
technology, and all software will have been removed."
	"How do you know all this?", asked Brax.
	"I took the liberty of accessing Federation depot procedures
before we left the station. I didn't say anything because I thought you
knew about the runabout conditions already."
	"Let's not worry about such mundane things until we get to
Mancara.", said Brax. At this point all he wanted to do was get some
sleep. Besides, with J'nete's apparent intellect he was content that she
would figure out a way to get those ships back to the station.

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

Stardate:90418.1131
Scene: TriCON Express, Two days from Mancara

	"No, no, no.", grumbled Brax. "The array coupling goes there, the
conduit regulator goes here."
	"Stop pestering me Brax.", said J'nete, annoyed herself. "This is
my first time dealing with Ferengi technology. I'm not exactly an expert.
Besides, it's because of you we're stuck out here."
	"What!?", stammered Brax. "How was I suppossed to know an twenty
year old array field wouldn't handle modern plasma conduits."
	Before J'nete could answer, a sound of blips came from the sensor
console. Brax got up from the floor of the panel to see what it was.
	J'nete got herself out of the crawl space where she was doing
repairs, wanting to know what the blipping was related to. She joined Brax
and both looked at the sensor panel.
	"What is it?", asked J'nete.
	"Not sure. There's some sort of energy surge out there, but I
can't make out what it is. My sensors aren't exactly Starfleet specs."
	Before J'nete had a chance to see if she could improve the sensor
scan, a Klingon battle-cruiser decloak outside the window, giving both
Brax and J'nete a look at the magnificiant ship.
	"Oh no.!", said Brax in a doomed tone. "Klingons."
	"They're hailing us.", said J'nete, looking at the communications
panel.
	"Don't answer that!", said Brax, almost shouting. He began to
frantically pace around the room, trying to figure out how he was going to
get out of this mess.
	"Maybe they just want to help.", said J'nete.
	"Help?! Klingons don't want to help. They either want to kill or
conquer. They definitely don't want to help a Ferengi."
	J'nete looked at Brax, almost amused by his paranoia. "Well we
can't just sit here and ignore them. I'll talk to them."
	Before Brax could protest, J'nete opened a channel to the Klingon
ship. On the viewscreen was a Klingon female.
	"Ferengi shuttle. Identify yourself and state your intentions.",
said the woman with a menancing tone. All J'nete could think of was to be
polite. She hoped it wouldn't be a sign of weakness to the Klingon.
	"Uh, this is the Ferengi ship TriCON Express. We're en route to
the Mancara Depot for a business trade. We're having some problems with
our deflector dish system."
	The Klingon moved closer to her viewscreen. "A Cardassian on a
Ferengi ship, going to a Federation depot? Who are you?"
	"My name is J'nete Roberts."
	The Klingon immediately sat back in her chair, as if she had been
shot with a disruptor blast. J'nete saw her motion to another Klingon. She
whispered something to him, J'nete couldn't quite make out the
conversation. After a few moments the Klingon officer disappeared, leaving
the woman to look at J'nete again.
	"Prepare yourself to board our ship. You are to be tractored into
our shuttlebay.", said the Klingon simply. Before J'nete could say
anything the Klingon cut off communications.
	"Great! Now we're dead.", complained Brax.
	"Brax, you're not helping.", said J'nete. "I don't think there's
much honor in killing a Ferengi businessman and a Cardassian teenager."
	"Maybe not you, but there's still some unfinished business I have
with the Klingons that I know they haven't forgotten about.", said Brax.
	Both Brax and J'nete felt a slight jolt as the tractor beam locked
onto the TriCON Express. Both gave each other a worried look, not sure
what to expect.

Scene: Shuttlebay, Klingon Battle-Cruiser
	The doors of the TriCON Express opened, and both J'nete and Brax
walked out. J'nete led the way, with Brax behind her, trying to shield
himself behind the young Cardassian.
	Both were approached by the Klingon woman J'nete talked to before,
who was flanked by two guards armed with disruptor guns. After a few stpes
they stopped.
	"J'nete Roberts, you are daughter of John Roberts?", asked the
Klingon in a serious tone.
	All J'nete could do was nod. How did she know about her foster
father.
	The Klingon moved to J'nete. Face to face, they both looked at one
another for a long moment. Then the Klingon grabbed J'nete by the arms.
	"The daughter of John Roberts is welcomed aboard my ship. I am
Ly'ta, of the House of Gorgon.", said Ly'ta. She finally smiled, giving
J'nete a great sigh of relief. J'nete could not help but smile back.
	"I assume you come from that Federation outpost, DS101 is it?",
asked Ly'ta.
	"Uh, yes. My friend Brax here and I were doing a trade
transaction, but our ship is having some problems.", said J'nete.
	Ly'ta waved her arms at her guards. "Take the Ferengi and give him
some quarters. Make sure not to harm him." Ly'ta then looked at J'nete.
"My people will see to it that your ship is repaired. In the meantime, I
will be honored to take you to Mancara so that you may conduct your trade
and return you to your station. Space travel can be dangerous, and I will
not allow the daughter of an honorable man to be in any danger."
	"Thank you.", said J'nete. "You're very kind."
	Ly'ta gave J'nete a glance over. "Strange, you look full
Cardassian."
	"I'm John's foster daughter. Both my real parents were
Cardassians."
	"I see.", said Ly'ta. She put her arm around J'nete. "Come, I have
a meal prepared for us. We will eat and trade stories with one another."

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

NRPG:ALL: In case you all have forgotten, Ly'ta is the Klingon Roberts
had, um, you-know-what-with, when he got drunk a few months back.

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