OoC: Before you dive into the post, let me explain a little bit about what's going on. I'm going to try to write enough posts to cover EVERYONE and embroil them in a little controversy or adventure. Time permitting, this is all I could do tonight. I'll be picking all these threads up in the next couple of days and hopefully, by Saturday, I can have something cohesive going on for everyone. In the meantime, here's a taste of what your character may expect. Read and enjoy and know that I'm still here making up ideas ;-), but keep this one in your backpocket until later. Okay for right now, Alexa and Mel? :-) FlCapt. Dominic Santos Starbase Brigadoon Indeterminate time in the future after all recent posts [1] "Control, this is passenger shuttle Chrysanthemum. Requesting status, over." "Chrysanthemum, we have you on long-range scanners. You're in the queue behind USS Thomas Edison and frigate Fool's Errand. Have your clearance codes ready." "Ah, acknowledge that, and say again, Control. Did you say 'clearance'? As in 'before we're docked'?" "That's A-1, Chrysanthemum. We have a new sheriff in town -- the station commander takes security pretty seriously." The shuttle pilot laughed. "I copy that, Control. Thanks for the warning. Chrysanthemum out." "Right-o. Just get in line and we'll try to have you in under thirty minutes. Or it's free." Control toggled off communications with an equipment chirp. The pilot laughed again. Here's a control operator who enjoys her job, he thought. And people who enjoy their work usually have supervisors they enjoy. Fifteen minutes later, Max "Bags" Loeper eased Chrysanthemum into Docking Bay 47-E at Starbase Brigadoon. Not bad for a dairy farmboy from Salinas, California, the pilot thought. Loeper had woken up that morning and congratulated himself on 30 successful shuttle runs. Long-range passenger-shuttle piloting was not glamorous work, but Trill was along his circuit. He passed the symbiotes' home planet every four or five days and, as luck would have it, had two days stopover each trip, twice the normal leave after completing a circuit. And Trill was the reason he had applied for the hyper-learning courses and tested for his pilot's license. He had met her almost a year ago when she vacationed at Half Moon Bay. Dellana was a student from Trill. After a three-week whirlwind romance, they went through the tearful goodbyes and the promises to visit. Never one to let go easily, Max had seen the holo-ad seeking shuttle pilots during an intermission at one of his holo-games. Now Max enjoyed the best of both worlds: he saw Dellana once a week for two days and also made the trip home to Earth once a week for overnight stays. Max tilted the cap back on his head and wiped his brow. He had heard Brigadoon's architecture was unique, but he had no idea how unique it would be. The umbilicus linked the docking bay to the promenade, rather than to the secondary quarters like on Cardassian bases or storage areas like Federation ones. Max had a look around and saw throngs of people milling around and a thousand goings-on: a Bolian barked his wares in front of his exotic reptile emporium, two Andorian accommodation hostesses sashayed by Max's field of vision, Starfleet officers walked next to Romulan officers, discussing their plans or studying their PADDs. Since it was his first run to Brigadoon, Max couldn't wait to see it. He had heard there was a Klingon barbecue restaurant that was terrific. Max stood at the umbilicus and did his job as company policy dictated. "Thank you for flying with Gossamer Trailways. Thank you, thank you, bye now, buh-bye." The last passenger rose slowly from his seat in the back. He cleared his throat and slowly made his way forward. Max watched him approach and tried to hide his frown. Why was the last passenger always the troublemaker? Then he noticed that the man's Trill spots were..."pale" was the only word that came to mind. Did that happen to Trill? He glanced quickly at the passenger manifest on his PADD. Sachim Delta. What kind of name was THAT? Max watched as Sachim walked toward him. He opened his mouth as if to say something then suddenly collapsed in the aisle. Max rushed up to him and began yelling for help. [2] Doctor Xristha Droin ran the medical tricorder over her patient's prone form, shaking her head. The doors opened behind her with a "swoosh" and Zena Quetan walked in. "Did you want to see me, Xristha?" Dr. Droin calmly placed the instruments on the surgical tray before turning around to face Zena. "I think you should see my new patient, Zena. Normally, I wouldn't even discuss patient history with anyone else but the patient, he's carrying a message for you." Zena blinked at the doctor. "For me? But...I've never seen him before in my life." "There's more. He's a Trill, obviously, but he's joined." "That's not unusual. We sometimes accept younger candidates like him." "I was going to say that he's joined...with an artificial symbiote." The two women stared at each other. "You...had something to do with the scandal on Trill last year, didn't you? I have friends on the Commission. I hear things." Zena turned away and stared at Patient Delta. His chest rose slowly, but steadily. He had not regained consciousness. "We need to inform the captain," Quetan replied. "I already did. He's on his way." [To be continued.] __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com ********************************************************** USS Vanguard: http://vanguard.iwarp.com Gamma Fleet: http://www.gammafleet.org.uk _Free_Lists: //www.freelists.org **********************************************************