The USS Cochrane has completed its transfer of crew at the Utopia Planitia fleet yards. Command has formally been changed from Commander Nganga to Captain Starkin. The ship is now in orbit about mother Earth (mother to some of the crew that is). Visiting dignitaries are boarding and the crew is preparing for show off the ship's abilities and baby-sit for the next two weeks.

<<Bridge>>

Commander Nganga has the Conn, enabling Captain Starkin to welcome the visiting dignitaries. In the brief trip from Mars the ship preformed above expectations. Mr. Argyle and the engineering team came through. Ensign Paxton is at the helm, and the ships orbit is stable.

<< Security >>

The Romulan and Klingon VIP's have arrived at the boardwalk for welcoming ceremonies. They are having a heated discussion that resembles a bar-brawl.

<<Transporter Room>>

The captain is awaiting the arrival of delegation from Bajor. Ensign Salex brings abroad Vedek Tow his aids and the ambassador from Earth. Before beaming completes a containment field erects around the transporter pad. The bio-filter has detected a dormant virus in the Vedek's blood system.

<<Sick Bay>>

Dr. Jayngo is completing his chart for a recent treatment of Ensign Reginald Hurt, when he (the Dr.) received a summons to the transporter room from Mr. Salex.

<<Boardwalk>>

Preparations are underway for welcoming ceremonies that will be held in the park. Things are being slowed down by the VIP's. The Andorian ambassador disapproved of seating arrangements. The Klingons started a brawl in Quarks, The Betazoids required new accommodations, Klingons started a scuffle in the Soj eatery, the Earth ambassador wanted different lighting on the stage, and now the Klingons were currently engaging in a disagreement with the Romulans.

<<10 Forward>>

Dr. Jayngo had taken Reg off duty for the rest of the day, Lt. Klaus had given Reg a dressing down about safety, and to add insult to injury (literally) the LBH only had Synthehol in stock at the moment. Reg was nursing his synthetic drink, sore shoulder, and injured pride. He was, however, enjoying the full effect for the synthetic alcohol while he could. He tapped his glass with his finger while looking at the Long- term holographic bartender, "Another!"

The LBH look concerned, "Perhaps you should shake off the effects of your current state before consuming additional synthehol."

Reg look unimpressed, "I'm off duty until tomorrow. If only it were as easy to erase the effects of first impressions. I'm afraid that Lt. Klaus will never really give me another chance. You know that I called him Mr. Clause for my first several duty shifts. When my roommate arrived, he informed me that the Lt. pronounces his name Klaus, like mouse. The Lt. Never said a word, how embarrassing."

Grabbing the bottle from behind him and moving over closer to Reg and pouring into his glass more synthehol. "You know Reg, first impressions are not always the best way to judge a man so I wouldn't be putting all your worries into that just yet"

Reg just looks up at the LBH and shakes his head as he couldn't believe what the LBH had just said and quickly takes up his glass and starts to drink it again but the LBH puts out his hand and stops REG right before it reaches his mouth spilling a little onto Reg hand from the sudden stop.

"Now I know must people don't care for synthehol as was evident on your face when that was all I had at the moment, but look you have let that go and now drink from it eagerly, so that first impression of it was washed away by what you knew you would get from another glass"

Reg quickly looks from his drink, that has spilt over his hand to the LBH again and stare with wide eyes. The LBH smiles and continues, "So now that he knows you, changes his view by offering him something else Reg" and with that the LBH lets go of Reg arm and turns to walks back of to a small rack that he places the clear bottle of synthehol in and picks up a PADD from nearby and starts tapping on it and begins to speak off various names of alcohol as he reviews the PADD in his hand.

Jayngo sat at his desk and leaned back a little. It was a nice chair, made out of Earth oak, which was the strongest wood available for replication. It held up fine, and the craftsmanship put into the chair was a work of art. He reached forward and pressed the record button on his console.

=^=Medical Log. Chief Medical Officer Jayngo reporting.=^=

"Over the past 48 hours, I have conducted over 100 exams of crewmen and boardwalk personnel. Overall, all of the medical exams went as expected. Captain Starkin is a very interesting person. I look forward to working with her. By Garman standards, she is in perfect health, and was surprisingly cooperative during the interview. The Captain has asked that I also set up physicals for the non-Starfleet personnel aboard once the preliminary checkups are finished, including her wife. I must admit, however, that I am scientifically eager to see the Captain's next season."

"The Boardwalk Manager is also an interesting case. Skepti has suffered many physical deformities and injuries. While I made known to him that with current Starfleet medical technology we could probably replace and remove all of the damage done, his gruff nature refused to allow him to take the assistance. I ended the discussion with an open-ended offer, which I sincerely hope he will consider once he becomes more acclimated to being a part of our society aboard the Cochrane."

"Today we start working on Engineering and Security. I have already received two postponement requests from Klaus on his appointment. He is going to be a tough one to get on the examining table. Ensign Hurt, on the other hand, has seen me twice already. According to his medical record, he has had a fairly clean bill of health, but has also not been involved in much either. I hope that this streak of klutziness can be attributed to nerves, and will pass once he settles into his routine."

=^=End Medical Log. Begin Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log.=^=

"It was good to get a chance to see T'vala again. A familiar face is always helpful when acclimating to a new environment. I am impressed that the meditations have been helping her, though I still wonder how healthy it is for her to stifle her Klingon passions in favor of the Vulcan training. But that's something for Dekelley to address, once he gets a chance to meet her. Anyway. I'm glad she's aboard. I'm looking forward getting to know her, now that it's not just job-related."

=^=Ensign Salex to Doctor Jayngo.=^=

=^=End Personal Log.=^= "Go ahead, Salex." He had already told Salex to just call him Jayngo, but the young Vulcan had refused to give in.

=^=Doctor, we have a containment situation in Transporter Room three.=^=

Jayngo sprang to his feet and began to pack his medical kit. "Who is currently in the transporter?"

=^=Vedek Tow, his three aides, and Ambassador Charles.=^=

"Are you the only other person in the room?"

=^=No, sir. The Captain is present as well.=^=

"Did the containment field activate in time?"

=^=Unknown.=^=

=^=Computer. What activated the containment field?=^=

=^=Sensors have detected signs of Cavora Virus in the transporter bio- filter.=^=

::Cavora is a Cardassian disease, of which the natives have built up a natural immunity to. However, when the Cardassians occupied Bajor, such viruses swept through the encampments and wiped out the prisoners. And even though the Cardassians had vaccines for the virus, they felt it was a waste of resources. In its active state, it would wipe out a village in 96 hours. The fact that its a Bajoran, it is probably safe to assume that its in its dormant form, probably picked up during the occupation. But no harm in double-checking.::

=^=Computer. Is there any trace of the Cavora Virus outside of the containment field?=^=

=^=None.=^=

::Good. I'm fairly certain that the virus wouldn't have any effect on copper-blood-based life-forms, but better safe than sorry.:: Jayngo went to the replicator and ordered six batches of Cavora Antibiotics, specifying four for Bajoran immune systems, one human and one Atlarian. "Salex, I'm on my way."

Moments later, Jayngo entered the Transporter Room. Five men were standing patiently on the pad, the glimmer of the force field around them occasionally flitting into view. After a nod of hello to both the Captain and Salex, Jayngo stepped up to and through the field. "Gentlemen. I'm very sorry for the delay." Upon looking at the four Bajorans, it was not only clear which of the men was the Vedek, but also that he was clearly the only one capable of being the virus carrier. The other three were too young to have survived an outbreak of the disease. "I am Doctor Jayngo, Chief Medical Officer. We seemed to have detected a virus when you transported over. I have with me a vaccine, and would be very happy to treat you." The look of recognition in the Vedek's eyes showed both that he knew exactly of what Jayngo spoke, but also appreciation for finally being rid of the disease. He stepped forward, extending his arm for treatment. Once the hypospray had been applied to their religious leader, the others stepped forward as well. The four Bajorans were then allowed to exit the field.

The human, on the other hand, was not as cooperative. "I thought we had all been cleared for known diseases. If I had known I was going to be taking my life into my own hands by coming aboard this ship, I would have hired a private transport."

The Captain was ready to jump in, but Jayngo reacted first. "I'm sorry ambassador. The virus that was detected was in a dormant state, and therefore probably not detected before this point. It is really completely harmless, even more so than the Earth common cold. With this vaccine, even in the one-in-a-million chance you would have been exposed, this will take care of it. Of course, if you would like to pass ..."

"No, no. That's OK. I'll take it. Better safe than sorry."

"Exactly, sir." Applying the hypospray to the human's neck and stepping aside to allow him exit before leaving himself. Jayngo looked through to Salex. "OK. You can reset the filters to expel any airbornes and continue."

Commander Nganga was mildly bored. He wanted to go talk to Argyle. Even though the Cochrane was performing better than expectations, he couldn't shake the feeling that things could be better. And there was very little quite like watching a planet turn under you as you orbited it.

::And on your left, if you look really, really close you'll see Mt. Kilimanjaro.::

It dawned on him, they really were getting close to being directly over Kenya. His parents would be beaming aboard soon. He would like to meet them as soon as they beamed aboard. ::I wonder if I could have Lt. Commander McGlintly take the conn while I went to meet them. Probably too early in the cruise.::

"Bridge to Transporter Room Four," Nganga said, calling the auxiliary transporter room.

=^= Gordon, here Commander, =^= came the reply.

"Could you contact me as soon as you get word that Saul and M'tilda Nganga are ready to beam aboard?"

=^= With pleasure, sir. Family sir? =^=

"Yes, Mr. Gordon. Bridge out."

"Your parents are coming aboard?" Lt. Norallah asked.

"Yes," Nganga replied. "They've retired, and with me stationed on Mars for the past few years they've gotten used to me being close. Besides, this is supposed to be a family ship. Even more so than the usual Galaxy Class ships."

"Aye sir," Norallah said, "especially since during the Dominion War, many of the Galaxy Class ships were converted to troop transports. My cousin, Astora, is ..."

"Excuse me, Lieutenant," Nganga interrupted, "I'd rather not hear about those types of things. It seems contrary to Starfleet's mission of peaceful exploration. What do you think, Ensign?" Nganga was now addressing Paxton.

Ensign Rebecca Corbin exited the turbolift and had to will her body to exert the amount of force needed to walk to her cabin. She had never been so exhausted in her life. And this was only her third day! Just another glorious day as a SERRT grunt. Boot wasn't this grueling on her. That was okay, because she loved every single minute. It wasn't the mental or physical challenge....that's what Boot is all about. What weighed on her mind was the responsibility. Having to make decisions that not only affected the lives of her men but of civilians....she wondered if she was up to it. While she didn't have her answer yet, it certainly looked promising.

Trying her best to stay upright and alert, Rebecca walked down the hallway to her quarters. The doors whooshed open and the room was dark. Well, she thought, I guess that I beat Jack home today.

"Lights," she sighed.

As she reclined on a couch admiring the view of Mars, she thought back and recalled the events in the security office. As she massaged a knot out of her shoulder, she considered changing tomorrows hand to hand training schedule. She quickly reconsidered. What would the platoon think? No.....better to suck it up and not lose the respect of her troops.

After a while, she became concerned about Jack....where is he?

"Computer, locate Jack Corbin."

"Jack Corbin is located on deck 5 just 3 meters aft of the security office entrance."

Oh, no!

Lt. Commander Dekelley sat at the desk in his spartan quarters, and reviewed the data on his PADD. He was impressed that Dr. Jayngo and his staff had been able to perform nearly 500 physicals per day over the past 48 hours. Of course, Dr. Jayngo had a full medical staff and three duty shifts per day to accomplish that daunting task. As counselor, Dekelley, would rely on the medical staff's determination for full psyche reviews. He decided to meet in double session with each of the bridge crew and command staff in order to make his own evaluation of their mental fitness.

He put down the PADD he was reviewing and picked up one with his current orders. He sighed. He understood that his qualifications made him a top candidate for babysitting the visiting VIP, but that did not make him happy about it. He wanted to be a counselor first and diplomat second, yet his first assignment was back unto the breach. He thought of an old human proverb, sometime you wake up the butterfly sometimes the man. And then he realized that he wasn't entirely sure what that meant.

He would have to head back to the civilian habitat soon. He had only come to his quarters to in order to refresh his dress uniform. The Klingons had managed to cover him in blood wine, gagh, and targ bits, while giving patronage to the Soj establishment. Fortunately, Dekelley was enough of a diplomat to know that he had to return the favor to the Klingon General. He wondered how the Klingon enjoyed the taste of Key Lime Pie in the face.

Counselor Dekelley realized he could not delay the inevitable and headed back toward the Boardwalk. He shared the turbolift with a nervous 4th year cadet who had been posted astrometrics for a brief tour aboard the Cochrane. He thought that Starfleet cadets looked younger every year. With a smile, "Relax, Starfleet does not post you to a starship before your ready." Now the cadet was nervous and embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm Rory. If you need anything just let me know."

The cadet relaxed, a little, "Cadet Santiago, sir. I guess I'm a little overwhelmed." The turbolift doors opened both its occupants could see several officers in grey and yellow run from the Boardwalk's security check point into the habitat.

DeKelley did not even need to see into the boardwalk to feel the rising tension in both the Klingons and the Romulans. He looked at the cadet, "This is my stop. Stop by my quarters later and we can discuss you situation." With that he headed past the remaining security officer, who nodded in acknowledgement and let DeKelley pass. DeKelley could see civilians fleeing the vicinity of the diplomatic delegates. He sighed again thinking ::this is going to be a long day:: .

Jack was loitering around the security office.....again. The only reason that Jack knew that particular word was because Lieutenant Klaus introduced him to it the first time they met. Only later on, when Jack was at home, did he learn the meaning. He didn't ask his mother....heavens no! He was much more resourceful (another new word) than that. Jack knew how to use computers, so he used them.....and he often used them to find the location of Lieutenant Klaus. Not because he had any affection for Klaus. He followed the Lieutenant for one reason. Simply because he knew that he would get to see exciting things because Klaus was in charge of security.

Ever since the beginning of time, children have played games like cops and robbers or cowboys and indians. It's not a matter of emotional development or even civilization. No, in human boys, it was simply testosterone. Some people justify this behavior by saying, "boys will be boys" or some other ridiculous phrase that's been handed down generation after generation. The one thing these sayings had in common was that they describe the biological drive that makes males compete.....for everything. Whether it's sports, grades, women or simply kicking the crap out of someone to see who's the toughest, testosterone is always there. Jack is a good boy at heart, but if you asked his mother, she would say that Jack has more than his share of the stuff. Now at Jack's age, he had limited outlets. Let's be honest.... Sports haven't been organized on the ship yet, school hasn't started, women (girls) are gross, and kicking the crap out of people leads to ...discomfort. All that is left to Jack is playing adventurous games like cops and robbers. Since the Lieutenant was WAY more interesting than a bunch of "kids", Jack selected Klaus to have his undivided attention.

Jack could only hear Klaus and not see him. That was because since their "second meeting," Jack decided that the "direct approach" was out. Most 10 year olds don't know anything about the "direct approach" but Jack knew computers and had a lot of free time sitting quietly at home after the "second meeting." Jack also learned about the "indirect approach" which is what he was trying to do now.

"Kais to Lieutenant Klaus. You may want to get down here, sir. A storm front of activity is moving in, and its going to be ugly."

Klaus cursed to himself. Jack would have to look that one up later. "Get down where Mr. Kais?"

"The boardwalk, sir."

"On my way. Keep the fight contained but don't get directly involved until I arrive."

"Aye, Sir."

Jack could not believe his luck! Now, if he could just find a way down to the boardwalk....quickly....without the Lieutenant seeing him....

With the bio-scanners in front of the door and voice-recognition protocols on the turbolift leading to the boardwalk, the two Starfleet Security officers stationed on either side of the entrance seem to be no more than window dressing. Save for the warm greetings the two men provide to visitors of level 10, they maintain friendly parade rests, like relaxed versions of 20th Century Buckingham Palace guards. The only things that move at those times are the men's brown eyes. But looks can be deceiving. Beyond appearances, the two men are old friends, having grown up just two blocks apart in a province on Betazed.

:: Hah! :: thought Crewman Richard Kais, the striking officer on the left. Though he hair was bordering on the maximum length expected from Starfleet and an uncharacteristic goatee, he was well groomed and a good representative of the Federation for the visitors aboard. Both his uniform and the man's beside him hid the fact that both men were very strong and well-built. :: You get to do up the shift report tonight. ::

:: Yeah, yeah. :: his cohort admitted. Unlike his friend, Crewman Roland "Roy" Rien was clean-shaven and well-trimmed, though just a bit more bulky in his mass. :: I'm going to have to run by my quarters first, though. My eyes are killing me. ::

Richard - :: The doc on Utopia Planitia said there shouldn't be any side-effects of the color change. I'm not having any problems. ::

Roy - :: Probably nothing a few eye drops can't cure. I still say it was worth it. Our eyes seemed to be a dead give-away on our last mission, and people started focusing on us first in fights to take out the telepaths. ::

Richard - :: Agreed. By the way, have you heard from Steph lately? When is her current tour of duty over? ::

Roy - :: In six months. Then she's going to apply for a transfer to the Cochrane. It would be nice to have my wife actually serving on the same ship as me. ::

Richard - :: I know the feeling. Jillian is doing the same in nine. I just hope that there are suitable openings in the science department when they get back. ::

Roy - :: I'm hoping to get the chance to get to know the Chief Science Officer once he gets aboard. Try to feel out the possibilities. ::

Richard - :: Sounds like a good idea. ::

The turbolift doors opened, allowing two Romulans to disembark with a pair of crewman carrying their bags and working as escorts. It was Richard's turn to smile and say, "Welcome aboard the Cochrane, gentlemen." As was expected, the Romulans barely grunted an acknowledgement, not even truly registering the two men in their heads.

Roy - :: Did you catch that? ::

Richard - :: You mean the Klingons down the walkway? Yeah, I got it. ::

There had already been two brawls involving the Klingons that day, once in Quark's, the other in front of H'gak's. Now, as the Klingons approached the Romulan party, the two men knew that a third was about to commence. Fortunately, a security detail was already present, as was Lieutenant T'Vala, the Chief Tactical Officer. While it was somewhat out of her jurisdiction to deal with security matters, the two men could tell that her help was probably going to be needed. As if silent calls had gone out, both races began to converge on each other.

:: You want to call it in? :: :: You want to call it in? ::

Richard reached up to touch the communicator on his chest. "Kais to Lieutenant Klaus. You may want to get down here, sir. A storm front of activity is moving in, and its going to be ugly."

Meanwhile, Roy was already in route, leaving Richard to cover the doors. Knowing before the doors opened that Dekelley was on the other side, he only nodded as the Counselor exited and headed toward the impending fray, paying attention to the Lt. Commander only long enough to catch, :: this is going to be a long day. ::

Counselor Dekelley quickly followed the security officers heading toward an ongoing disagreement between the Klingons and Romulans. He recognized General Melorf of the Klingon High Council and Sub- Commander Serino of Romulus; they were in sort of unarmed combat. Aids for both the General and the Sub-Commander were present but were not attempting to join the battle. In fact the Klingon appeared to be wagering. Ambassador Henry Charles of Earth was trying to order the security officers to stop the battle, as if his input would help the situation at all.

The Klingon had advantage in size and strength in this match. Yet, from his brow there was a slow trickle of pink/purplish blood flowing. The Romulan was quick and cunning. He was obviously using some form of martial arts and using the Generals own size and movements against him. Nevertheless, the Sub-commander had taken his share of blows also; his lower lip was split open and he was spiting out gobs of green blood.

Security was keeping the civilians and dignitaries from any harm. One of the VIP's, Commander Veral Jackson recognized his fellow Betazoid and came over to address Dekelley. He thought ::Today is a good day to die…::

Dekelley smiled and replied, :: We both know that no one is going to die here today. This is just posturing for both sides. ::

Henry Charles was done yelling at the security officers and frustrated at getting nowhere. He decided to try his charm on the Counselor. Before he reached the Betazoids, Jackson thought, :: Yes but I have wagered 10 slip of latinum on the Sub-commander. Oh look, here comes the charismatic ambassador from Earth. Where do they find these relics?::

Both Betazoids could feel the rising tension in the ambassador. He was not terribly fond of being out of control. Mr. Charles addressed the Commander, "Commander Jackson, I must insist that you order Mr. Dekelley to stop this madness. The Klingons are out of control! He does have diplomatic credentials… "

Dekelley interrupted, "You are correct sir, and if you recall your own for just a moment, I'm sure you will recall that any interruptions would be dishonorable to the General. This combat is simply to determine position among our honored guests. You will notice that security has everything efficiently in control."

The Commander continued, "I agree with Mr. Dekelley's assessment of the situation…" With a Hrumph, the Ambassador tersely excused himself. He had spotted the boardwalk manager. If he could not get satisfaction from Starfleet personnel, then he would try and pressure the civilians aboard. Commander Jackson thought, :: I almost feel sorry for Mr. Skepti,, but he is on his own with Ambassador Charles. ::

Somehow Moss Salvitor had managed to slip past security and was heading toward the ongoing combat. It looked as if sick bay was going to have its hands full with these two. The Klingon was moving with a noticeable limp, and the Romulan had fingers turned at an uncomfortable looking angle. Moss was trying his best to act nonchalant, which in and of itself was enough for Dekelley to know the Bolian was up to something. Moss was holding up some sort of giant blossom, it was purple and yellow with oddly translucent stripes. Another unusual plant that Moss happened to turn up with, something unrecognizable. When security finally noticed Moss and tried to stop him, he was apparently startled and lost his balance. The blossom went flying into the air and conveniently landed square between the two combatants. Whereupon it burst open releasing some sort of pollen or spores in a widely dispersed pattern. Suddenly Klingons, Romulans, Humans and Betazoid alike found themselves on the ground in uncontrollable fits of sneezing. Oddly enough, the Bolian was quite unaffected. The General and Sub-commander were however unable to continue their combat….

<A Few Minutes Later...>

Jayngo had not been able to get started on the report the Captain had asked for. The moment he arrived back in sick bay, he found his support staff hard at work, scrambling to find the proper allergenic cures for four different races. Marlo was on the display as Jayngo stepped into view.

"Jayngo. Good to see you again."

"What's going on, Marlo?"

"We had a slight accident down here on the Boardwalk. I had a plant that I was transporting get knocked out of my hands, and it's spoors exploded over a large crowd of people. I've told your people the proper medicine to bring down for the different races affected. I'm also sending a Klingon and Romulan down to you. I think they may have several broken bones, though I'm not the doctor."

"You could have fooled me. I haven't heard of any plants that cause spontaneous fractures."

"Oh, the breaks weren't caused by the plant. They had done that to themselves in the fight."

"And I imagine it was difficult to continue throwing punches as the itching, coughing and sneezing set in."

Marlo smiled his mischievous smile. "Have a good day, Jayngo."

"You too, Marlo. Thanks."

As the viewscreen shut down, Jayngo noticed that both Yures and Simon were ready to head out, each carrying a pair of cases filled with hyposprays. Just as they were about to step out the door, a half dozen security personnel burst through the door carrying a large Klingon and a volatile Romulan, both deep in the throws of an allergenic fit. Directing them to the nearest tables, Jayngo grabbed a spare set of hyposprays that Simon had set out in preparation.

As he applied the hypospray to the Klingon first, the general attempted to launch himself off the bed. He was caught off guard, however, as Jayngo's large hand came down on his chest, pinning him to the table. The Klingon began spitting violent expletives in the doctor's direction, and while Jayngo's Klingon was not up to par, he could have sworn it was something to do with his mother. The general fought with all of his might to get up while Jayngo casually reached over and grabbed another hypospray, this one filled with a sedative. As he reached for the Klingon's neck, his patient attempted to smack away the doctor's hand, only to shake his hand as if he had punched a brick wall before falling into unconsciousness.

As the doctor turned back to the Romulan on the other bed, the sub- commander had a look of surprise on his face. Jayngo smiled and said, "Now, I'm not going to have any problems with you, am I?"

The Romulan shook his head no before calmly turning his head and accepting the hypospray. As the doctor began working on the broken hand, he heard the doors open once more. Turning his head and wondering what the two nurses were doing back already, only to be greeted by the sight of Vedek Tow being carried in by two of his aides.

"Don't tell me that the Vedek was involved in the fight as well," Jayngo said in surprise, looking between the new arrivals and the Romulan in front of him.

While his current patient shook his head fanatically, one of the aides replied "he was in the holodeck, but apparently the safety protocols had been reset to a much higher level of pain."

"How bad do you feel sir?" Jayngo needed to reevaluate the health care priorities, but didn't want to turn his back on the apparently complacent Romulan if he didn't have to.

The Vedek grimaced, but managed to maintain his pleasurable attitude. "I'll be fine doctor. Continue with what you're working on."

"If you gentlemen would be so kind to put the Vedek on table three," motioning to the one next to the unconscious Klingon, "I'll be over there in a second." :: Campbell told me that working aboard a galaxy- class would be interesting, but I wasn't expecting it to be this busy this soon. ::

<<Earth, Starfleet Academy>>

Bruno was in his office, packing his last box, being off-duty he wasn't wearing his uniform, but an outfit the cadets always loved to see him in, his 20th century Naval dress white. His cadets always laughed when they saw his large body in the uniform that was built for thin people. He grabbed the last box and walked out of his office, nearly running his now former aide, Ensign Brooks, down.

Brooks: Sorry, Professor, I was just coming in to tell you that you need to get your luggage to the Cochrane, sir.

Tiny: *Laughing* Ginny, I am not "Professor" anymore, I was, but now I'm just plain Tiny. Call me Bruno, I'm not in uniform.

Brooks: Um...uh...Professor, I just can't. I mean, I've been working with you since I was a second year cadet, it just wouldn't feel right.

Tiny: Okay, but if you call me, I expect you to refer to me by either rank or name. I've got to stop by Medical before I transport, but inform them I will join them before the day is up.

Brooks: Medical, sir?

Tiny: Twitching hands and a few good-byes.

Brooks: Ah, yes, sir. You have to say good-bye to your pets.

Bruno laughed and smiled as he walked out the door.

<Medical, Ten Minutes Later...>

Tiny walked into the Genetic Sciences department and headed for the holding area. He smiled as he saw his pets...well, his mother's observations. They were natives from Theta-Omicron-IV or as Bruno had nicknamed it, 2-4. The large quadrupeds looked basically like terran wolves, but they stood five feet high and had foot long fangs. Despite the vicious look, they had puppy-like attitudes if trained. He walked into the cage and smiled as Ranger, the adult male, got up and ran over to him.

Tiny: *Kneeling down* Come here, alright, Ranger. Good boy* Petting him and hugging his neck* Now, Ranger, I have to go, you take care of mom, and of Starlight and of the pups, I'll be back as soon as I can. Behave, and be good until mom gets back, you know how she gets if you do anything wrong. *Standing back up and heading to the puppies* You're a good father, Ranger, I'd be proud. But poor Junior looks like he's still a bit small, take care of him. I'll see you boys later. *Leaving*

Bruno sighed as he left, when he got to the ship he would have to ask the CO if he could bring one of the puppies on board with him. His left hand started to twitch and he veered over to see Cmdr. Foster about meds. He walked up to Will's office and knocked, the man opened the door and smiled.

Foster: Let me guess, your mother forgot to refill your prescription before she left and the replicators won't replicate it. *in a slight British accent*

Tiny: Correct, I've only missed one dose, so it isn't that bad, but I'm going to need it before I leave.

Foster: I heard you got a new ship, Cochrane, I believe. Fine ship, lots of civvies though, you'll have to be careful, old chap. *Tapping it out and frowning* Bruno, I'm afraid you'll have to talk with your new CMO, my access has been denied because I'm not one of your Doctors anymore.

Tiny: *Sighing* Great, I have to go to sickbay first thing when I get on-board, that sounds fun. Is there anyway you could skirt that rule?

Foster: *Laughing* With your prescription? The way you and Paul take Capritonsce by the pound? No way, you need to have your current CMO evaluate you, and get authorization from a member of the Genetic Sciences Department of Starfleet Medical, that, Brute, I can do.

Tiny: It's not by the pound, Will. But it's not my fault the *Cardassian expletive deleted* Cardassians thought Paul and I were prime targets for genetic alterations.

Bruno left with Cmdr. Foster laughing, he headed for the transporter, ready to meet his new ship.

Vedek Tow spent many years in the Bajoran resistance, as such he had seen his share of medics. Although rarely did he see facilities as accommodating as the Cochrane's sickbay. Usually he had seen field surgery (and the survival rate in those situations was quite low), Tow had been quite lucky. He preferred to think that the prophets favored him. The doctor was busy patching up the Romulan dignitary, while the Klingon slept soundly beside him. The noise starting to form outside the sick bay doors made it quite evident that the security officers that had left moments before were keeping the dignitaries' aids out the way.

The Vedek chastised himself for being careless in the ship's holodeck. He looked at his fellow occupants in the sickbay and realized that could be him. He wanted to understand the minds of his fellow 'ambassadors', but understanding a Klingon could become quite painful. However, the Vedek took this opportunity to reflect on the positive, now he had able time to meditate while waiting for the doctor to free up. He thought of the prophets and of the Orb of Spirit. He had seen the Orb once while still in the resistance and the prophets had visited him with a vision. He had seen the coming of the Emissary and the Cardassian withdrawal from Bajor. This vision had renewed his faith and he had taken on with his order. He continued to fight only he found new ways; he was able to hide fugitives, smuggle medical supplies, and be a messenger for the resistance.

Shortly, Dr. Jayngo interrupted his medication scanning by the Vedek with his medical tricorder. He noticed that the Romulan ambassador was massaging his left hand and glaring at the doctor's back. The doctor was obviously aware of this action, as he responded with "I told you that you will not be allowed to leave until I have fully treated your 'colleague'. Glaring at me will not change that decision." Jayngo then turned his attention completely on the Vedek. "It must be painful to sit in that position with the torn ligament in your leg."

The Vedek smiled, "The prophets bring comfort to those in need."

The Doctor glanced at his tricorder, "I can see that you've been in the need quite a bit. At least one rib wasn't broken. Didn't you want a perfect set?" Jayngo smiled to show that he was just joking and hoping that it would add a level of comfort to the Vedek. "Severe scaring all over. You have a plate in your head, what kind of butcher did that?"

Tow's express changed to sorrow, "His name was Hamok Torin, he taught neural medicine on Delta Vega before coming to Bajor as an aid worker. The Cardassians caught him with medicines banned to Bajorans, he was executed as a spy. The trial displaying his guilt was quite spectacular. When asked if he would like to apologize for his crime he agreed, he said that he regretted that he had been caught before he had been able to give out the medicines and apologized to the Bajorans for not doing more. He was a field surgeon and good friend."

Dr. Jayngo was nearly speechless, "I apologize for your loss."

"That time is passed. We can only move forward in our lives in forgiveness of past wrongs. The human's have a saying, 'Turn the other cheek.' Even the Federation fresh out of war with the Cardassians is willing to have an ambassador travel on this very ship."

The doctor went back to his instruments, "Well said. Although I deal in physical matters, it sounds as if your mental health is quite sound. However, if you have any doubts, feel free to contact Counselor Dekelley for a second opinion. Now straiten you leg please, this may cause a bit of discomfort." He moved an instrument over the Vedek's leg and a blue glow appeared over the skin of his damaged ligament.

The Vedek's smile quickly turned to a wince was he realized just how stiff his let had become. The instrument brought some cooling relief.

In a few moments the doctor finished his work, "That should be as good as new. You will still have pain for several hours. Please stay off the leg as much as possible, and elevate it for no less than six hours. And NO more Klingon combat exercise!"

"It's a promise. I think that I will head to your… 10-forward. I should be able to spend several hours off my feet there." He stepped off the biobed and again recoiled from pain, however it was much less than before. He continued into the corridor, his aides doing their best to clear a path through the increasingly volatile aliens. Accessing the nearest counsel, "Computer locate the Cardassian Ambassador."

"The Ambassador has requested privacy mode."

"Very well, please record a message and deliver it when privacy mode is complete. Begin Message, 'Ambassador, this is Vedek Tow. I will be spending several hours in 10-forward. I would like to informally invite you for refreshment. I'm sure you don't have the opportunity to talk to many Bajorans without facing scorn, and I would like to offer you a hand in friendship.' End Message, and send."

<Several More Minutes Later...>

Salex stood at his control panel. Several waves of crewmen and ambassadors had arrived since the doctor's departure, including the Cardassian Ambassador that everyone seemed to be talking about. While his outside remained ever stoic, he was unable to remove what the doctor had said from his mind. Ranging between outrage that the doctor would question him about his health in such a public forum, to outrage that he would care about such matters, to outrage about feeling outraged. Salex didn't need the doctor to tell him that he was entering the second stage of Pon farr. The scary part was that he really wasn't sure if he cared, and that he was capable of feeling fear.

The raging turmoil of emotion inside was not evident to the two crewmen who had taken the Captain's place as official greeters to the Cochrane. The rotation went through rather quickly, new crewmen replacing those who were leading guests to their quarters. The two crewmen currently in the transporter room were Frankes and Neroon. Unlike his fellow Andorian on board, Neroon had seemed very polite and pleasant to be around, if you cared about such matters.

The message came through from Starfleet command that another group was prepared for transit, followed by warning commands that Salex had only seen once before, two days ago. Not having seen the doctor leave the ship, he found the codes odd, but adjusted none the less. Activating the transporter, a large mass began to appear on the pad, and as the Chief Engineer shimmered into existence aboard the ship, he heard Crewman Frankes utter "Oh no, not again."

Bruno appeared on the pad smiling as he heard two greeters sigh in relief, this confused him a little, but he shrugged it off.

Tiny: Good afternoon, I'm Lt. Commander Bruno Tiny, *Handing Salex a PADD* Ensign Salex, I haven't seen you since you left the Academy, Professor Bryant sobbed for almost an hour over losing someone of your skill. *Grinning*

Salex: Commander, welcome aboard.

Tiny: Um...Salex, could you point me in the general direction of Sickbay?

Salex: Just ask the computer, sir.

Bruno sighed and walked out, the young Vulcan seemed a little uneasy. He slowly headed for Sickbay, dreading the fact that he would have to explain everything again, in technical terms, and then wait for authorization...a logistical nightmare. He smiled lightly at the stares he got, because of his large mass and his 20th century dress whites.

Bruno walked in and spotted the Doctor, a man almost as big as he is, with a boy's face. He was tending a Bajoran. Bruno started walk up, then his instincts got the better of him and he left. He headed for the Bridge, where he would hopefully meet the Captain and XO.

Jayngo watched as the Bajoran Vedek exited the sick bay. He could have sworn that he had heard someone come in moments before, but found himself alone with the two ambassadors now. He now turned his attention on the Klingon. Within minutes, he diagnosed that the general had not only suffered from a broken femur, but also several torn ligaments and blood exuding from multiple cuts on his arms and face. The doctor would never admit it out loud, but he would have to judge the Romulan as victor purely on damage levels.

After several minutes of work with a cellular regenerator, the Klingon was ninety percent healed and ready to be woken up. As Jayngo applied another hypospray to the general's neck, he prepared for the worse, but was pleasantly surprised when the Klingon simply opened his eyes and sat up. Backing away towards the middle, Jayngo stated "you have both suffered from fractures. As such, you should take it easy for the next twelve to eighteen hours to allow the regeneration to fully mend the wounds." As Jayngo turned his head to face the Romulan ambassador, he knew what was going to happen before the Klingon did.

Launching himself off the biobed and trying to run the short distance between himself and the doctor, the general thought to strike while his opponent's head was turned. He was not, however, expecting Jayngo's lightning-fast reflexes.

The Vulcan Nerve Pinch is as much a mental attack as a physical one. By applying pressure to nerve clusters on the neck, a Vulcan is capable of sending a mental command up to the victim's brain, essentially putting them to sleep. Much like the mind-meld, however, it is a mind-to-mind interaction that causes the response. As such, no matter how hard a non- psionic individual tries, they would never be able to pull off the pinch. Even solely telepathic races like the Betazoids are incapable of mimicking the attack. It is the strength of the Vulcan mind which makes it so dangerous if not controlled.

The same nerves used, however, also run down the body, carrying signals from the brain. Centuries ago, Asian doctors on Earth learned how to use these nerves - also known as pressure points - to manipulate the body to heal and provide relaxation using acupuncture. While the human hands are also able to provide some stimulation through massage, they lack the strength to do any real harm to the nerve cluster.

But Jayngo's hands are not human. Problems could occur if not managed properly: too much strength causes the neck vertebrae to shatter, or a misplaced hold could cause severe shoulder damage. It is also standard that these cluster's locations can vary from race to race. But Jayngo learned several years ago the limits of his strength and made sure that his surgeon's hands could be controlled. He has also been trained in various alien physiologies. As such, when the doctor caught the moving Klingon by the base of the neck and applied the proper level of pressure, the entire left side of the general's body went limp.

Jayngo slowly turned his head to look at the Klingon face-to-face. "As a doctor, I have taken an oath to do no harm. I have, however, been trained in 253 ways to incapacitate a person without doing them harm." He turned his head again, this time looking at the surprised Romulan. "I do not want to see the two of you, or any members of your party in my sick bay over such menial matters as a fist fight again. If I do, I will confine you to your quarters under quarantine for the remainder of the trip. I don't want to have to continually patch you up after the quarrels."

Letting go of the Klingon, he stumbled to the floor before the nerves fully recovered. As he crawled to his feet, the Klingon spat "You are without honor!"

Jayngo shrugged. "In your mind, everything I stand for is considered dishonorable. I fight to save lives, not take them. So you'll pardon me if I don't get insulted by you declaring me without honor."

The Klingon stood and started for the door, his body finally obeying his commands. "You will pay for this insult, you and that TlhTb VeQ on the boardwalk."

As he stormed out the door and his men followed after him, the Romulan stood calmly, said "thank you, doctor," and left sick bay.

With the sick bay finally clear of patients, Jayngo turned back towards his office to get to work on the Vedek's medical report.

The comm chirped and Starkin stood in the hallway for a moment, pondering. She then set of back to the turbolift to head to the bridge. ::I want to see that news for myself.::

The Captain entered the bridge. Upon seeing a cocked eyebrow and a slightly uneasy look from some of the crew, she put up her hand in 'comfort' kind of gesture. "I'm fine. Doctor Jayngo gave me a clear bill of health." She walked over to Nganga. "So Commander, what's the situation? May I see that report from Starfleet?

Commander Nganga rose to his feet when he was the captain, and as she came down the blue carpeted walkway, he stepped back and to his right, clearly making way for the Captain to get to the command chair. "Lt. Jefferson was just bringing us up to speed on a scuffle in the Arcade between the Klingons and Romulans. And it's on your console, sir."

Nganga indicated the monitor that flipped up from the armrest.

As the captain went to read the report on the Cardassian Skepti had encountered on Mars, she handed a PADD to Nganga, "Here. You should see this."

Dave felt a lump form in his throat. He'd developed a pretty good relationship with Biff. And being from an engineering background himself, he'd had to 'let go' and let Argyle run Engineering. Like most engineers, Dave was inclined to think of the ship as his, but he had to let it be Argyle's. Now there was a new Chief Engineer coming in.

He couldn't begrudge Argyle's reassignment. Being personally chosen to be a part of Lea Brahams' team was akin to... Alan Sheppard choosing you to be on his crew.

But how would this new engineer be? Would he or she understand that the first officer had been one of the design engineers on this ship. Would he and Nganga be able to develop a good rapport like he and Argyle had?

"Have you told Biff, yet, Captain?"

There was a SSSHHHHHWWWWOOOT as the turbolift opened. The technology was developed centuries ago that would have allowed the doors to open silently. Years ago, though, bells would signal when a lift was in operation. By not deadening the sound, the doors themselves served the same purpose, doubling the operational service.

Nganga was talking through the captain, and only glanced at the new arrival. He wore 20th Century Naval Dress Whites with that neat little hat and was huge, far taller and broader than the typical humanoid. ::Must be the doctor.:: Nganga thought, without looking closer.

Bruno walked onto the Bridge and smiled, on a Galaxy it was nice and comfortable, he walked over to the command chairs and saw two people, one a African man with Commander pips and the other a woman with Captain pips.

Norallah turned and her mouth dropped. ::Two of them?::

"Doctor, did you get the ambassador mended?" Nganga said, without looking at the new arrival.

Tiny: Mind if I interrupt? *Holding out a large hand* Lt. Commander Bruno Tiny, MD, and Engineer extraordinaire, I was ordered here, and I'm checking in.

Nganga turned and faced the new arrival, protocol causing him to defer replying until after the captain spoke. ::That was fast.:: Nganga thought, looking at the PADD he was still holding. :: An engineer and a doctor!? There can't be more then a handful of high gravity worlds with humanoid populations, and even fewer of them have members in Starfleet. What are the odds we'd get two doctors from two of them???:: Sizing (as it were) up the newcomer, Nganga realized he was even taller and heavier than Jayngo. ::The one person who Jayngo would have to worry about stepping on his toes...::

Bruno smiled again, he put his hat on his head and then with that evil little grin he replied to the XO's first comment.

Tiny: No, sir, I did not get any ambassador tended, though I did see the Doctor working on a Vedek, and I think there were two other patients there too, one Klingon and one Romulan, when I stopped by there, for a second. *Putting his shaky hands into his dress white pockets* Didn't stay long enough to ask about it. By the look of things I'd say they were in a fight, though the Vedek might not have been in the fight, Bajorans rarely get in between Romulans and Klingons.

"It does help one live longer, or at least in less pain," the Captain said, still looking at her console. She stood up and looked at the new arrival, her face doing a minor 'take.' It wasn't because of his size - that was just how he was. And had he not introduced himself, she might have thought him to be another ambassador in some dress uniform. But since he was a Starfleet officer, she was expecting to see some kind of Starfleet issue uniform. Or else normal casual clothes. But this was obviously some sort of uniform (vaguely reminiscent of Starfleet's current dress uniforms.) She eyed the hat and then gave him a slightly incredulous stare, followed by a slight smirk, for all of about a second or two. ::Maybe in their culture, this kind of thing is a special occasion and this is what they wear for it.:: This was peculiar, but didn't need to be an issue at the moment. The smirk quickly transformed into a [seemingly] genuine smile as she extended a hand to the large visitor. "I'm Captain Uriell Starkin. This is my first officer, Commander David Nganga. Welcome aboard, Commander Tiny." They exchanged firm handshakes. "Pardon us if we seem a bit off guard by your arrival -- I gave the Commander here the news about you just before you walked in, plus I haven't had the official news that long myself. So we're still processing it all."

Norallah, who was still turned, following the exchange, caught the captain's eye and arched an eyebrow. The captain gave a small nod with her eyes and said, "This is Lieutenant Norallah, our chief ops person. Lieutenant, Commander Tiny here is going to be our new Chief Engineer."

Tiny: *extending his oversized hand towards Norallah* A pleasure.

"Biff's leaving?" Norallah asked. (And then shook Bruno's hand.)

"Soon, yes," Starkin replied. "He's got a tremendous opportunity, working with new slipstream technology. He told me that the possibility was there, but he really didn't sure it would.. pan out." (She hoped she used the human term correctly.) She looked right at Nganga. "He didn't want to say anything until it was official and he knew for sure." She pointed to the PADD. "I was going to send him the report right after I showed you, Commander. You'd be welcome to give him the news yourself if you want." She deliberately took any trace of an edge out of her voice, to make sure he knew this really was his preference, not an implied request. Nganga knew Argyle better than she did, but she wasn't sure if that would make Dave more inclined or less inclined to want to pass the news on to him.

She turned back to Tiny and asked, "So, I assume then by your sick-bay report that you've met Doctor Jayngo?"

Bruno sighed, how was it that CO's had the knack for hitting the wrong questions.

Tiny: Well...um...no. He looked busy tending the patients, and I really didn't want to bother him...as I have a slight aversion to physical examinations.

Starkin: Slight aversion?

Tiny: Yes, ma'am. Not enough to where I won't go in there kicking and screaming, but enough to tell you I won't go in unless absolutely vital to my health, sanity and survival...and regulations. Besides, what can I say? I've had my mother as my Doctor ever since I went back to the Academy.

Nganga: Your mother?

Tiny: Vice Admiral Susan Belov, Head of Genetic Sciences, Starfleet Medical. She didn't change her name to Tiny when she married dad because she was already a full Lieutenant.

Glancing at her PADD, the Captain replied, "Well, considering what you double majored in, let alone your familial ties to medicine, your reluctance strikes me as a bit odd." She noticed the outfit again, but said nothing. "But I suppose it means you know better than most what an examination might entail. Nonetheless, I think you'll enjoy meeting the doctor."

*His face lighting up a little as he pulled out a PADD* I have a request for a pet.* Handing the PADD to Captain Starkin* Which if you needed an official reason, could also double as I need to observe him as part of a genetic experiment. An animal adapted to fit in a rough terrain and live in bad conditions, are there any genetic changes when you domesticate them and treat them like a normal house pet? Mom's still trying to figure that out, so far, all we really know is that they act like well-trained puppies when domesticated.

Starkin: Theta Omicron Saber-toothed Wolf?

Tiny: Yeah, want to see a picture of the one I want to keep? Scroll down until you find a round little Wolf pup with three inch fangs, isn't he so cute?

Starkin paused for a little bit, a little stunned (but mostly kept it off her face.) This was not at all what she was expecting. Occasionally, Starfleet personnel have had pets. She smiled slightly - she couldn't help but be reminded of when her children begged to be allowed to have a narget as a pet. The smile faded. ::But this wolf doesn't look nearly as docile as a narget...::

Starkin: Commander, I must admit, I'm not familiar with the nature of this particular animal; but it hardly looks like the domesticated type. Given the number of families and children onboard, I really don't want them put in any unnecessary risk. Are you sure it's wise to bring an animal like this on board?

Tiny: It's quite safe, we've been taming them since I was about ten. And since this little guy was born in captivity, and already knows the basic commands, yes I would say it is safe to bring him aboard. If you need a second opinion just ask anyone in the GS Department. I've only seen them growl once while domesticated, and that was when Lt. Trent tried to deck me, while we were in the area, after I told him he could not do experiments on my pets. Ranger stopped approaching Trent after I told him to stay, but that's the only time I've seen him act in a aggressive manner.

Starkin: Taking care of this won't interfere with your duties, will it?

Tiny: No, ma'am. They do well on their own despite the fact that in the wild they do tend to stay in packs. Despite the fact that we've been trying to get them to eat more, they have only progressed as to eat a full meal every other day, snacking occasionally in between, they can comfortably last a week without food, it won't be a problem.

Starkin: Do you already have one, or is this something you're planning on acquiring in the near future?

Tiny: I have several to choose from, the one I will be taking is Elroy, the one in the picture.

Starkin: Where is it now?

Tiny: Where is HE, ma'am. He is in a containing area in the GS department at Medical, ma'am. Just been weaned, so he won't be too big. You'll have to meet him, he is so sweet. But I warn you, he'll lick. *Smiling*

Starkin: I will have to get back to you on this, Commander.

Tiny's mind had begun to wander, he brought his mind back into line and blushed.

Tiny: Sorry, I let my mind wander, I'll talk to you later about this, ma'am.

With that he walked off in search of the good Doctor, he had a few things to get prescribed.

As Tiny was leaving the bridge, Nganga called to him, "Lt. Commander, you may also want to consider changing into a regulation Starfleet uniform."

Nganga's own training as an engineer had caused him to notice the new arrival's size and bulk before he had noticed that he was out of uniform. He found himself annoyed with this new arrival. He just hoped that first impressions wouldn't be lasting ones.

Ensign Bak had just returned to the Bridge. "Captain, was that Bluto I just saw leaving the Bridge?"

Unfortunately for Xiam, no one else on the Bridge had the same in depth interest in 20th Century media that he had and his comment went without reply.

The Captain did, however, frown, give Ensign Bak a look that was both quizzical and disapproving. She may not have understood his comment, but he was obviously making some sort of comparison (though it was unclear if it was meant positively or negatively.) While she wanted her officers to speak freely (to promote a more friendly and comfortable atmosphere,) she also knew that sometimes casual comments without knowing the circumstances could be out of line and might cause disastrous results. If Tiny had been a diplomat with highly developed hearing....

"Ensign?" Nganga said.

"I summoned him," Norallah said. "Captain, I request permission to accompany Commander Nganga to Engineering."

David smiled. He hadn't actually said he was going to accept the Captain's offer, but apparently, Norallah was fairly certain he would.

"Commander?" the Captain asked.

"That would be more than fine with me Captain?"

"Go ahead." Starkin had already realized that Nganga had already formed some close ties with the crew, before she arrived. There was a small part of Uriell that was a little jealous. ::You're not here to be their friend, you're here to be their captain.:: she reminded herself. She then amended, ::Then again, they don't have to be mutually exclusive. Just not a top priority.::

The two left the bridge, and Starkin went to her console to read more about the incident in the Arcade. She was nearing the end and she suppressed a chuckle. ::Well, that was a unique way for it to turn out. Such a convenient 'accident' for Chief Salvitor. But effective.:: She thought about the Bolian, what a splendid job he'd done. With the Boardwalk being one of the Cochrane's best unique traits, having the grounds look good was most important.

Her mind then wandered back to Commander Tiny and his request. ::Yes, sometimes this is like taking care of children.:: Fortunately, Starfleet officers are usually be more responsible than children. And this wolf sounded pretty self-sufficient, if Bruno occasionally got too busy. So as long as he took responsibility for it, it's safety, and the safety of others, she didn't see a problem with it. Unless of course, it likes to dig...

She thought again of the immaculate grounds. ::Maybe I should talk to Mr. Salvitor...::

Doctor Jayngo sat at his desk, pouring over three different reports, bouncing between the scan of Vedek Tow taken minutes before through the biobed, the bioscans from the transporters, and a report on Cavora. After reviewing all of the materials, he was prepared to record the report the Captain had asked for.

"Computer. Begin Chief Medical Officer log. Re: Vedek Tow's medical examination."

"Upon Vedek Tow's arrival on the U.S.S. Cochrane, transporters picked up a strain of Cavora Virus in his system; a virus introduced by the Cardassians into the Bajoran ecosystem during the occupation. Due to an encounter with a former Obsidian Order Cardassian on Utopia Planitia, Captain Starkin requested me to investigate the infestation further to ensure it was not an attempt at biological warfare against this ship."

"According to Starfleet Medical records, Cavora Virus has an incubation period of 78 hours unless treated, at which point the infected person breaks out into severe hives which turn into open sores within six hours. The victims throat swells shut minutes afterward. If the victim is capable of surviving for the next two hours, the heart swells until constriction against the ribs causes the heart to stop. In 92% of cases, the disease is fatal. In the few cases in which the disease goes into remission, the subject is capable of living a normal life without any further side effects."

"Judging by the bioscans taken from the transporter files, as well as those taken during the Vedek's second emergency treatment, he had been exposed to the virus during the occupation. Scar tissue on his body from the sores correspond with the time frame proposed, as well as scars formed from various other physical traumas he endured during the same time span. Due to his treatment in the transporter room, however, all dormant Cavora cells have been eliminated from his system. The exposure to the Cavora Virus was not recent, and obviously not an attack on this ship or its mission."

"In conclusion, I would like to recommend to Starfleet Medical that a shipment of Cavora antivirus be sent as a humanitarian offering to Bajor. As the medicine is easily reproduced, it only makes sense that we make it available for survivors like Vedek Tow to avoid any further outbreaks in the future."

"Computer, end report. Transmit a copy to Captain Starkin for review at her convenience."

Pleased with his work being finished, Jayngo leaned back slightly and debated checking in with Tarses and Kuehl to see if they needed any additional help in issuing the inoculations. At that point, however, the doors to sick bay once again opened as a large man cautiously stepped through the doors. Even seeing him from this distance, Jayngo could tell that the man was even larger than he was. :: So, :: Jayngo thought, :: that's what it feels like. ::

Standing, Jayngo walked out of his office to meet the new face.

"Can I help you?"

Tiny: *Only looking down slightly* Um... yes, I believe you can. *Reaching a PADD out* I need this prescription filled, and would be much happier if we could skip the physical.

Doctor Jayngo takes the PADD from the large man, smiling all the while. Looking at it.

Jayngo: New engineer, huh. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lt. Commander.

As Jayngo further examines the information, he slowly starts moving towards the biobed area, waving for Tiny to follow.

Tiny: *his mind being leashed back in* You know, this really isn't necessary, Doctor.

He ran his hand through his hair, but forgot about his hat, it fell to the floor and he hurriedly picked it up, blushing a deep red.

Jayngo: This is a very interesting set of chemical needs you have, sir. By the looks of the dosage, you must have been taking them for some time. I also see that you have been in regular contact with Starfleet Medical directly.

Tiny: I've been taking it since I was five, when my mom realized the problem. And yes I have, kinda hard not to when your mother is head of the Genetic Sciences Department.

Jayngo: Handy, that. As far as necessity goes, you know, by your credentials, that a physical profile needs to be developed upon arrival of all Starfleet personnel, especially those who need such strong chemicals in their system. But, all things considered, if you will allow me to take a few simple scans with a medical tricorder to verify the information in your file, I believe that I can make due with that.

Tiny: *Grumbling and sitting down* Why can't I ever completely skip the exams. Just because I have certain genetic problems caused by Cardassian manipulation.

The only response Jayngo gives to the last comment is a raise of one eyebrow. After first tapping in a few commands into the nearest computer terminal at a surprisingly-fast speed, the doctor picks up a medical tricorder.

Jayngo: To be honest, Lt. Commander, it isn't about the medical situation, but about protocols. This will only take a minute. Please sit still while I take these readings.

Bruno was all about fidgeting during tests, something not even his mom could cure.

Tiny: And why are they protocol's there? I ask you. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for those stupid protocols, I'd be in my quarters unpacking. But no, once authorization is changed your old Doctor can't prescribe something that powerful, you have to go to the new CMO and get his prescription, even if he doesn't know everything about it. Now, Cmdr. Foster knows the whole story. *Handing Jayngo another PADD* And here is authorization from Medical.

Jayngo smiles once more, hoping to sooth the patient in front of him. Taking the PADD, he sets it down beside him on the tray.

Jayngo: Not everyone is as used to being seen by a doctor as you. Therefore, protocols are needed to ensure that they do not endanger themselves or their crewmen with their poor health habits. Therefore, rules have been put into place for all to obey. Even Admirals have to be examined when relocating.

Tiny: Ah yes, but everyone knows that Admiral's work too hard and don't take care. One with a Medical degree, now that is an equine of a dissimilar pigmentation, and if we have a former family Doctor giving the prescription what is all the fuss?

After running the tricorder slowly from head to toe, the doctor pulled the scanner away. and set it down on the tray.

Jayngo: There we go. See, absolutely painless. *His fingers once again ran over the controls, discontinuing the scan.* Give me another minute, and I'll have a hypospray prepared for you. I will provide you with dosages two weeks at a time, and all you have you do is give me a call when you need a refill. Just make sure that you remember to take it every day. You know what happens if you don't.

Tiny: All too well. Oh, can we get that in a pill form, it works better that way. I know, after three years on the hypo continually adding to the dosage mom realized it goes better in pill. Takes longer to dissolve so I get it equaled out.

Jayngo: Certainly. *He moves over to the replicator, typing commands into the console.* Now, on to your field. I have a question about the engineering aspect of the sick bay.

Tiny: And what would that be?

Jayngo: With the dissolution of the EMH program, I'm not sure if holo-emitters were installed in the sick bay. Could you find out if there are any, and if not put in an order to install some?

Tiny: I'm fairly certain there are, but I will check to make sure. *Getting off the biobed* And now, I make a run for the door and stay out of here for hopefully two weeks. *Grabbing his pills* Thank you, Doctor, I will contact you later about the emitters.

Jayngo: I would appreciate that. *Jayngo notices the shake in Tiny's hands as he reaches past to remove the pills from the replicator.* Make sure you take one of those immediately. Take care of yourself, Chief.

Tiny: I always do, Lt. I always do. *Heading for the door*

Bruno got out of sickbay and sighed, one of the few things that differed between him and Paul was that Paul won't tell every little thought he has while being examined. With that last, slightly annoyed thought, Bruno headed for some lunch to take his pill with.

Captain Starkin felt a surge of pride as she walked along the Boardwalk grounds. Sure, she wasn't directly responsible for the park's remarkable display - that credit belonged to her upcoming appointment. But this was on the ship under _her_ command, and no other Starship could boast such a place. And protecting it (along with the rest of the ship) was her responsibility.

"It still needs some work, but I think it's coming along alright."

If she was at all startled, she kept it from showing as the Captain turned to face the Bolian.

"I'm thinking of adding some Carthanias over by the Juva ferns, to give them more color."

"It's amazing what you've done, Chief."

"I'm glad you're pleased, Captain. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. First I wanted to talk to you about the incident with the Romulans and the Klingons."

"Oh yes, I'm terribly sorry about that, Captain. Please give my sincere apologies to the commanders. I'm just glad there's not much honor in revenge against clumsy gardeners."

"I wouldn't worry too much, Chief. I thought you handled the situation very well. One might think you had experience in security."

"Captain, please.. I'm really just a simple gardener whose clumsiness cost him an Eronian Sproza. Those plants aren't easy to come by."

"Well, then I guess we were just fortunate for your.. clumsiness." The Captain was a little surprised at how disarming the groundskeeper was. They started walking and Starkin added, "It is appreciated."

"You're welcome. Was there something else?"

"Yes. We're getting a new engineer, who has made a peculiar request."

"Oh?"

"He wants a pet."

"There's nothing especially peculiar about a Starfleet officer wanting a pet."

"Well, this one is a Theta Omicron Saber-toothed Wolf." She handed him a PADD with the animal's information.

"Hmmm... I'm not familiar with that one."

"They're not usually domesticated. And I don't know how good it would be for it, to be cooped up in a Starship's quarters all the time. So I was thinking about the Boardwalk, but I don't want it tearing up anything you've done here."

"Oh it's no problem. I'll research it and write a new program."

"Excuse me?"

"A new program for the pet park." The Captain still had a look of confusion on her face. Salvitor explained, "Come over here." They walked over to a wooden fence. "This is the pet park. With all the families on board, I figured some were bound to come with pets. So I made this area specifically for them, so they won't mess up or tear up the rest of the park."

"Yes, I noticed the fence.. but isn't it just part of the park?" Starkin opened up the wooden gates, looking in.

His blue cheeks widened into a grin. "It's supposed to look that way, yes. But this one section opens up into one of the holodecks. I've designed each holodeck program to blend in perfectly with rest of the park, to not disturb the ambience." Marlo started adjusting the controls of a nearby, remarkably inconspicuous computer terminal. The surroundings started to change, from woodsy areas to plains to rocky terrain, to a pond. Yet as he said, each setting seemed to fit the park exactly. "Different animals have different needs - some may need to explore. Some may need to hunt. Some may need to scrape off their scales. Or some may just need to do their business." The Captain nodded, understandingly. "Doing it this way can also help with the clean-up, converting it back into usable matter... Although I'm thinking of disabling that. Folks need to learn to clean up after their pets, you know." He set it back to its original configuration. "In any case, they can all get what they need, without having to interfere with each other. We wouldn't want H'Gak's targ to eat some Earther's kitten, would we?"

"No, we wouldn't. This is wonderful, Chief."

"Please, call me 'Moss'. Everyone else does."

"Well... Moss... I think you've done an excellent job. One might think you had experience as an engineer as well." He gave her a mock scowl, and she smiled. "So a program for this wolf won't be a problem?"

The two started walking back towards where they met. "It shouldn't be. Just have this engineer check with me when the pet's on board, so he can sign up and make sure the program is ready." Moss paused. "I would be very upset if I catch anyone's pet disturbing my flowers."

"I'll make sure he gets the message. Thank you, Chief."

"Oh Captain, before you go..."

"Yes?"

"I have something for you." Salvitor hurried to where they met and picked up a potted bouquet of flowers that had blue leaves with white streaks. "They're Chameregalias. An interesting plant. Unlike many flowers, which rebloom according to their cycles, this plant stays in perpetual bloom, all year long. But it changes mode - its color and function - depending on the climate and season. If it's hot, its leaves get more cactus-like, and the petals turn red. If it's in cold, the leaves are more mossy, and the flowers shift to white, while internal chemical reactions of its food-stores keep it warm enough to survive." He handed the Captain the flower. "Many people mistake its different modes for different types of plants. But it's really the same flower, no matter how it looks." He added, "It makes a nice gift. Instructions are there. There's code for the computer to do it, but I recommend the personal touch if you really want it to thrive."

"Oh.. Moss.. this is... really beautiful, but.. I don't know how appropriate..."

"Actually, Captain, I was thinking more along the lines that it might be good if you knew someone to give it to yourself."

Understanding crossed Uriell's face. ::Oh. OH. Is it time already? It is...:: "Alright. Chief... I need to go."

"Not a problem. I'll start researching on this Theta Omicron Wolf thing right away."

"It's not too critical at the moment, but that would be good. Oh, and Moss?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"My pleasure, Captain."

With that, the Captain carried her plant and headed towards the turbolift.

Klaus walked down the corridor and pushed the open button to his cabin. Only the light spilling into the cabin from the corridor lit his way into his living room. As the doors hissed shut, he was immersed in almost total darkness and quiet. He reached under his tunic and pulled out a chain with a medallion highly polished from years of wear. His thumb and index finger began to rub it once again. As was his tradition, and as a first step towards calm concentration, he reflected back to when his mother gave it to him.

Klaus had just finished boot. He was home on leave and had just learned of his appointment to Star Fleet Special Forces School. Mom and Dad greeted him warmly and, as always, fed him until his stomach hurt. His mother surprised him with a gift. Upon opening the box, he discovered a medallion of St. Michael. His mother explained to him that St. Michael was the patron saint of a type of soldier known as a paratrooper - a subset of special forces in the 20th and 21st century. She said that it was given to her by her father and that she wanted him to have it for protection. Klaus had never felt so close to his mother....until 8 years later.... Saints are often patrons of many things. St. Michael is no exception. In his grandfathers case, St. Michael's duties were as patron of mariners. With Klaus, St. Michael serves as patron of paratroopers and police. It is only ironic that St. Michael is also the patron of sickness.....knowing the battle his mother began a few years after giving the medallion to him.

With those thoughts pushed aside, the security chief began to think about the days events. Normally not a man to swear, he thought to himself, what a clusterfuck! His security team had shown very little ability to prevent anything. He knew that he was being too hard on himself but, damn it, security life is about preventing fires and extinguishing them. He had done too much extinguishing today. Luckily, he was Chief of security and could remedy that situation.

He grasped a PADD and started jotting down notes.

Well, he thought, at least that's a start. Now to remedy to implementation.....

"Klaus to all security personnel. All staff are ordered to report to the security conference room at 0600."

After receiving acknowledgements, Klaus lay in bed holding his medallion and promptly fell asleep.

Bruno sat at a table, alone, with a large steak, baked potato, green beans, corn and lots of good stuff. While eating he reviewed a PADD about the Cochrane's Engineering design, coming to the end he noticed that Nganga had been mentioned as an Engineer who designed the ship. Bruno smiled, he had to give the man credit, he did a fine good job, and didn't look jealous about having a new Engineer. Bruno played with his food a little before getting back to eating, he wondered why the XO had gotten annoyed at his costume/uniform, Bruno still wasn't officially on duty. Bruno pondered this as he ate.

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