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Old March 23 2013, 03:59 PM   #16
Big Tom
Lieutenant Junior Grade
 
Location: Watertown, NY
Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Book One - Chapter Eleven

Off to the Moon.

Day Eight

Ron and his crew took their time cleaning shuttle number two, and getting it serviced.

It was around six PM when Ron and his crew finally showed up, somber, but satisfied with the results.

Compared to what it looked like when I first saw it, the old girl almost shined. I praised the salvage crew for their efforts; they all did a great job.

The rest of the crew came over to take a look at it, so I put them all to work stowing Mr. Ogs’ supplies and equipment, plus some of their personal gear.

It took about another hour to load up the shuttle with all the supplies and personal gear of the Salvage Team, plus moving Mr. Og, and his crew.

It was a little tight, but they all had a place to sit.

My two stewards loaded on a portable food locker, and a water cooler for the lunar trip.

There was a small portable head installed with a modesty screen only, but it would have to do until we got to the Moon.

Any further upgrades would have to wait. Most would come from our salvage materials at the Bajoran recovery site.

I had the shuttles secured and dismissed the crew until 10 AM the next morning. I wanted them all to get a good nights’ rest in the rooms Be’nen had already secured for them.

I also scheduled a meeting at the hanger facilities, in prep for a noon launch.

I wanted all personnel to note that it might take us up to twenty four hours, traveling at sub-light before we landed on Luna ports’ Alpha Base, and to pack accordingly.

“Section leaders, including Mr. Comet can prepare points of discussion on the way there; they can be discussed in flight through regular communications channels.”

“I want both shuttles to travel together, land together and meet Commander Hayes, and our Klingon friends, together. Have a good night.”

Be’nen, Staunn and I, along with Og and his crew, waited for the return of the base shuttle bus to take the crew over to their quarters.

We then rode over with Og in his car.

It was getting late; I was glad the mess hall was open twenty four hours a day.

When I went to my quarters I was not surprised to find that Be’nen and Staunn were right next door to me.

Be’nen had vacated her VIP quarters.

I dropped off my travel kit and then invited them both to dine with me in the mess hall. We all went down together.

I had a big veggie burgher with fries and cucumber salad with two beers.

Be’nen had her plate of vegetables and rice. Staunn had shrimp, tuna fish salad with spinach, and mashed sweet potatoes, along with some kind of Ferengi drink that Og found.

When Ron and his crew came in they were all wearing burnt red work shirts that they had found somewhere, they looked nice.

I haled him and told him that those shirts didn’t look so bad and asked where he got them.

“I got them at the Base Exchange,” he said with a big grin.

“I guess there wasn’t a big demand for them on the base, even though they were required to stock them."

"They had lots of them so I got a good price; and I thought that the crew deserved it after they worked so hard on number two shuttle.”

“Well they look great on you all and I think that should be your semi official work uniform from now on Ron."

"It will be distinctive for the recovery section to all our friends and allies, and if they have any questions about salvage and recovery, they can ask a “red shirt”.”

“Thanks Mike, I’ll tell the crew. I’m sure they will agree with you.”

He then went over to his crew tables and had his dinner. A few waved to me and pointed to their new shirts smiling at me. They were now a proud crew, I liked that.

I told Be’nen I thought it was a great idea to have the rest of the crew dressed the same way.

“I should put out a policy memo to that effect and have Og order shirts for all, including me. That way I can allow an alternative to their present uniform status and it will save them from having to wear those maintenance coveralls all the time.”

“Yes captain it will be done,” Be’nen replied.

Staunn asked; “I have some red under wear packed somewhere, what crew does that put me in?”

I told her it would probably be in the hot house crew, on the Grayson, if they have a botanical garden.

“O goody,” she said, “then I’ll be able to wear a fig leaf for you in your room later.”

I shut up after that. Be’nen just rolled her eyes and Staunn started her huff huffing again.

After dinner I was ready for bed.

We all went straight to our quarters and we all said good night to each other; and that was it. No kissing, no nothing; just off to sleep in my own room.

I was really tired; I think I went right to sleep.

While I was in dream land something woke me up, it was Staunn, naked as a jay bird.

“What are you doing here,” I asked? (Silly question)

“It’s my turn,” she said. “Mother said we’re not supposed to gang up on you, so it’s just me this time. Besides that lover, remember we ordered the rooms, and the extra key.”

How could I resist, after all she was only wearing her cute, mischievous smile; so I pulled back the sheets and let her into bed.

She really liked making love to me. I could almost smother her, but boy, sex with Staunn was great. She was so passionate loving and sweet, as I held her in my arms.

I really wanted to give her all the love she deserved.

I went to sleep hoping I wasn’t cheating on anyone.

Day Nine

When I woke up the next morning I was being cradled in someone else’s arms. Arms that were connected to two beautiful breasts, and a long leg, that was draped over me.

Be’nen was that easy to recognize. I didn’t know where Staunn disappeared to, but if it was duty calling with Be’nen, I was ready.

“Quit playing Michael,” she said, “It’s time to get up. Come on and let’s take our shower.”

She kind of dragged me out of bed and into the shower. I tried again to make extra sure I didn’t miss any spots on her.

When she saw that I was getting frisky, she look at me and said; “You know Michael, since we are now connected, you really radiate desire”.

“Your satisfaction in having sex with me is also having a satisfactory effect on me. I wonder if our sexual linkage will continue after my pon farr subsides”?

“It is a course that I wish to pursue with you after we are wed, but not now”

It was a good bath and an equally good brush off.

After breakfast in the mess hall with Be’nen, and a smirking Dr. Tehk, with her restorative cocktail for me, I was ready for action.

So was everyone else it seemed.

The word must have gone out about the Recovery section wearing their new red shirts and the rest were asking where was theirs.

Most of my flight crew was still garbed in standard Star Fleet engineer red tunics, with their ranks removed.

Aside from the Dabo girls, who seemed to dress in different color body suits, and Staunn’s whites, we looked like the crew of a civilian cruise liner.

This being, I figured, my last hitch in Star Fleet, as an instructor, the civilianized suit I was wearing, fit the part of a tour guide.

Be’nen passed out the ID badges and our comm. pins.

They were the civilian button type Badges, with the engineering logo with Star Fleet, Corps of Engineers around the circlet.

It kind of reminded me of a bulls’ eye. I hoped it wasn’t an omen.

We all waited for the shuttle bus and then followed Og over to the ground shuttle car pool, for him to turn in his car; and then off to the launch area, and the shuttles.

Larry, and Nichelle, came up to me and told me that they had comm. badges for the Klingons.

Larry was smiling too; I kind of wondered what he was up to, but I kept my mouth shut.

For my ten o’clock meeting there wasn’t much of a discussion.

Don Murdoch, and Pete Murray, had a few questions about having to work with Klingons, and how to deal with them; because most of us had little or no contact with them, and most of those dealing were negative.

I told them that it was new ground for all of us, but they were now our allies and we had to keep that in mind.

“What I’d seen of their leader, they were still big, ugly, and combative, so be careful.”

“I know nothing about their women, and for that I will work through Ms. Tash, if needed.”

“As far as I know they are a family, or clan. I assume there will also be children on board. I’m also assuming that they are in flight to avoid prosecution from Klingon authorities. I could see no other reason why they are in Earth space”

“I expect we’ll find out if they were commerce raiders, or pirates, who for some reason had their raiding vessel confiscated.”

“That Monarch they are living in was probably stolen; I doubt they will have any papers at all.”

“I plan to use that information as leverage to get them to cooperate with us.”

“If they want to operate as a leased vessel, but without legitimacy, their ship can be impounded and the crew confined until Klingon authorities decide what to do with them.”

“I think they will cooperate with us, so hang in there. If you have any problems let us know. Just remember Ms. Tash has been around, and so has Larry. I think we can stay ahead in this game.”

“The end results are; to get that Monarch and the Grayson to Bajor, and start to clean up their mess.”

When we exited the hangar there was about twenty or thirty people waiting for us with cameras and microphones.

They all made a bee line for Be’nen. They all seemed to be asking questions all at once.

I shouted out, “Hold it everyone what is this all about?”

One of the reporters said, “We want to know what’s going on with Be’nen Tash”.

“She seemed to have dropped out of sight about a month ago. Nobody would give us any information. We didn’t know if she was fired from the Vulcan Embassy, returned to Vulcan, or what.”.

“All of her appearances were canceled, and we want to know why.”

“What is she doing here anyway? She’s a celebrity for gods’ sake. By the way who are you and who are these people with Ms. Tash?”

I looked over at Be’nen and asked her if she was alright with all this.

She said she would answer questions if it was alright with me.

She said it might be better if I gave them an outline of what the mission was first.

I turned around to the crew and asked them to hold off going to the shuttle for a second so I could introduce the crew and give these reporters a mission outline.

They sort of bunched together around me, and Be’nen and I introduced myself.

I then started telling the reporters that we were a Star Fleet Engineer Assistance and Advisory Group for Bajor and that our mission is to assist the Bajorans in clearing out their shipping lanes of debris left over from the last war with the Dominion.”

“We would be salvaging what materials we could for the benefit of the Bajoran government.”

“The principle members of my team are Ms. Tash, as my administrative assistant, Dr. Tehk, as my medical tech, Peter Murray and Donald Murdoch, my principle flight personnel, Ron Thornton, my salvage crew chief and Larry Comet, our senior Communications advisor.”

“We are on a three year mission, and today we are on our way to the moon to pick up one of our principle operating vessels.”

“Now if Ms. Tash is ready she will answer as many questions as she feels fit to answer, and believe me she was not shanghaied for this mission.”

That got only a few laughs from the crowd before the questions started flying.

“One at a time, please,” Be’nen asked. “How about you Gloria, what is your question.”

“Ms. Tash, where have you been? You are a popular celebrity and this salvage operation is so far out of character, we are all mystified as to your reasons why”

“Did the Vulcan Embassy send you on this mission for some special reason, or are you being punished?”

“No Gloria, it's no special mission. This was my decision along with my daughter.”

“Ms. Tash you have a daughter,” Gloria interrupted?

“Yes, Dr. Staunn Tehk, is my daughter.”

“Many of you knew her as my personnel assistant, but for professional and personal reasons we kept it quiet. We both felt it was a time for a change.”

“I am a Vulcan Science Academy graduate and a qualified flight officer in the Vulcan Militia, I have never served on a deep space mission. This is my opportunity to do so with my daughter.”

“Staunn has supported me faithfully here on Earth and we have really enjoyed our stay, but I have been here for twenty years, and am due for recall as an ambassador”.

“It might not have to happen, but we felt it was time for her do the job she was trained to do, being a doctor, a space medicine doctor. I am very proud of her.”

“How about you, Howard?”

“Ms. Tash,” Howard asked, “an administrative assistant? That’s got to be quite a comedown for you isn’t it? I mean after all you had to be up there pretty high at the Vulcan Embassy, your presence in their regard seemed to be everywhere.”

“Well Howard this is only a three year mission, I hope you all don’t forget me if and when we return.”

“I’m sure Mr. Thomas will allow me to fill you in with highlights of our operations when we get to Bajor. Besides that, Bajor is supposed to be a beautiful place. I might invest in some real estate there.”

That got a few laughs, while Be’nen turned and cocked an eyebrow to me.

“Time to go to the shuttle”, I announced to everyone.

To the reporters I suggested that they could keep in contact with Ms. Tash, about our mission, through the Star Fleet Engineer Information Net.

“I am sure she would be glad to answer any and all pertinent questions, and keep in touch with you all.”

“Thank you for all your interest.”

I took Be’nen by the arm and escorted her to the shuttles.

Staunn came up to her and said, “ M’aith” and then followed a conversation in Vulcan I guess, because I didn’t understand a word that was said.

“It’s alright Staunn,” she had said to Staunn, “everything is out in the open now. Let them think what they want, we’re on our way to the moon.”

Og and the Dabo girls, along with the recovery section got into shuttle number two, while I hustled Be’nen and Staunn on to shuttle number one first, while the rest of my flight crew followed making sure we had no further questions to be answered.

Be’nen took the pilots’ seat, Staunn the co-pilots’ and I sat in the Cargo Mates’ seat.

I then switched with Pete Murray; after all he was a Flight Engineer. I then took a seat in one of the passenger recliners.

Og, along with Ron and Jenny Thornton, were piloting the other shuttle.

It took about a half an hour to finish getting all our personal gear stowed, and do a musical chairs with the seating arrangements, prior to clearing all preflight operations, and before we got permission to take off.

The flight from Nellis, to Earth Space Dock, was smooth.

We only had to make two orbits around the space dock before we were cleared for moon trajectory.

With Be’nen, and Og, as pilots, the flight was as smooth as silk.

I sat back and tried to relax, but I kept thinking of what I was going to say to the Klingons.

That and trying to figure out what they had for crew on board, how to match up their skills with ours.

The Monarch class freighter was a big ship almost as big as the Grayson.

It was more like a passenger/freight liner.

I didn’t really know how the Bajorans and Klingons would get along either.

The only information I had was what I had gathered from news broadcast about Deep Space Nine, and that seemed to be mostly about turmoil.

‘Well smart guy’, I said to myself, ‘you volunteered for this, now you have to pay the piper’, or something to that effect.

‘Lets’ see you sweet talk the Klingons into cooperating. It will be more like horse trading and arm twisting with an arm that’s about twice your size’.

Harrumph. Next stop Moon Base Alpha.
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Old March 25 2013, 06:07 PM   #17
Big Tom
Lieutenant Junior Grade
 
Location: Watertown, NY
Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Book One - Chapter twelve

The Monarch; a pig in a Polk?

Day Nine

During our flight to Moon Base Alpha I had another little meeting with the crew to be prepared for our meeting with the Klingons.

I asked Dwayne Barkley and Mona Freeman to take the pilot seats so Be’nen, and Staunn could participate. Don, Pete, Larry and the people with Mr.Og, in shuttle number two, were all included through our ships’ transceivers.

The first thing I asked was; “Does anyone speak and understand Klingon?”

Be’nen said that she could read some Klingon, and understood limited phrasing, like hello, goodbye, and certain other expressions regarding rank, and personal greetings; but she had only limited contact with Klingons, through their Federation Assembly staff.

Staunn said she also understood some of those phrases too.

Her present medical information she garnered from the Nellis dispensary, of Klingon physiology, was mostly done in Earth Standard English, with Klingon translation notes on their biology.

With her duties as Be’nen’s personal assistant, she had even less personal contact with Klingons than her mother.

Larry added that he had been monitoring Klingon transmissions, off and on, since his run in with the pirates that raided his supply ship.

He especially monitored transmissions while he was in the commercial service.
It was not his job, but he did it anyway. He thought Nichelle did too.
Through paranoia, or self awareness, call it what you may, he understood enough Klingon to give a fair translation; but he has never really seen, or spoken to, a Klingon.

Og said he had dealings with the Klingons, but had only used translators, sometimes with grave consequences. “The Klingons do not properly interpret the true meaning of Ferengi words.”

“I’ll bet,” I said.

Nobody else in the two shuttles had any clue about Klingons other than what they saw on the videos.

I asked Og to secure some hand translators, at least twelve for the principle crew, when we reach the moon.

I wanted Larry to see what he could do with our onboard computers so our com badges would work within the Klingon security protocols.

When we were granted permission, by the Klingons, to upgrade the Monarchs’ communications, he was to make sure a Federation translator was installed.

I didn’t want to have any misunderstandings, like our Mr.Og, and his Ferengi trading partners had.

Larry put a big smile on his face and said; “Don’t you worry about a thing, Mikey. Nichelle and I are way ahead of you on this. By the time we get to Bajor that computer will be spouting Klingon, Earth Standard, Bajoran and Cardasian, like a Harvard graduate.”

Staunn piped up, “Hey, I graduated from Harvard, will it sound like me?”

That got us all a small laugh.

Larry countered with; “Well I could make the food replicators sound like you if you want, and yes, we will include Ferengi too.”

We were still laughing at Staunn’s expense because of her recent expressions of exasperation at not getting satisfactory meals, or snacks, from the shuttles’ small on board food replicator.

She had a hard time getting replicated food that would meet her Ferengi taste.

When things calmed down a bit I asked Og to see if he could procure some Ferengi food replication programs from the trading stations on Luna port, or Tycho City.

That pretty much ended our intra shuttle meeting.

· * * * * * * * * * * *
Day Ten

About eighteen hours into our lunar flight, we were on lunar approach.

I asked Be’nen to request permission for us to orbit close to the Monarch so we could get a fly by inspection of the ship.

Permission was granted and we were given the coordinates of the ship’s present position.

An hour later we got our first look at the Klingons’ Monarch freighter, it wasn’t pretty.

The outer shell was showing at least a dozen patched over weapons hits.
Most of them were shaped to cover what looked like blast grooves in the outer hull. It indicated that an attack came from low on the port side.

The impulse cooler fin was half gone and just a little forward of the fin at amidships, you could see another big patch job.

That hit must have disabled the engine room, and probably wiped out the whole engineer crew.

How these Klingons got this ship to Earth space I couldn’t guess. I have to give credit to Kluge and his crew, I don’t think I would have tried to travel from here to Klingon space in a ship as bad as this looked.

The looks on Don and Pete's face told the same story to them too.

This ship wasn’t stolen from any active Klingon depot, or even from a decommissioning depot on it’s way to a reserve fleet station, she was procured when it was headed to the scrap terminal.

I directed both shuttles to make as many passes as they thought necessary to get a superficial scanning of the work that needed to be done.

There wasn’t a light showing on her. Luna port must have been the one who installed exterior marker signal lights and derelict beacons on her.

She was in bad shape and I felt like I had been sold a lemon.

When all the scanning was done we called Luna port and requested permission to land.

Permission was granted.

I then asked Be’nen to request temporary quarters for the whole crew, and a work site that we could use to park our shuttles in.
I also requested a meeting with Commander Hayes.

Be’nen then called me to her station and asked me to look at one of her scans of the Monarch.

There was a series of barely discernible numbers that she had found, and the tops of what looked like two S’s, on the one side of the liquid cargo shields.
On the opposite side were numbers that looked like 'i\iv'.

She showed me a close up of what she was looking at, pointed it out to me and the others.

I asked Be’nen what she thought it meant.

“I think Michael,” she explained, “those markings are what are left of a Federation Registry number.”

I surmise what we are seeing now on the side of the ship is SS _______ RIV XXXX.”

“I believe that is what is left of a contract Federation merchantman number; a ship manufactured at the Rigal IV, Merimar manufacturing facility, not a Klingon manufactured vessel”

“I also speculate from the other scans; the ship is a passenger ship or troop transport, maybe even a colony support vessel."
"You can see here on the interior scans that the top cargo hold was reconfigured for passenger quarters; at least most of the bulkheads are there.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” I said.

I looked around and Don and Pete were nodding their heads yes.
Nichelle turned white as a sheet when she heard that; and Larry was livid.

“Staunn, look to Nichelle quick,” I said. “Larry, are you alright?”
Nichelle had almost fainted, she went limp. Staunn had her sit down and gave her a stimulant.

“You got something to drink Mike,” Larry asked? “I could sure use one right now.”

“Okay everyone I need a crew confab right now,” I ordered.

“Dwayne, take the pilots’ seat and get Og on the transceiver. Be’nen, Don, Pete, Larry take a seat at the tables.”

Everyone shifted seats. I asked the table two questions; “Can we save the ship, and if so is it worth fixing, or should I just abandon the project?”

“She’s in rough shape, but the Klingons got her here”, Don suggested.

“She probably has only impulse drive, now. I bet she has no dilithium crystal left for her warp drive, and that we would have to procure one back on earth.”

“We do have to go back to Earth to pick up the extra crew, and shuttles, for the Grayson”, Don continued.

“It would be a lot easier for her to carry us all and our equipment, in one trip instead of shuttling stuff between Earth and Mars.”

“If we get a waiver for the flight to Earth, I think we could fix her up. Remember we're on a salvage and recovery mission; guess what our first project is going to be, boss.”

Pete agreed, but added the caveat; “We’re still going to need the Klingons to help. I don’t think we could do it by ourselves, and I don’t think Luna port is going to be big on support either.”

“In my opinion if we don’t move her, they will condemn her, and then send her on a one way trip to the sun, they won’t even try to scrap her.”

Larry looked at me intensely and said; “Nichelle, and I, can fix anything in our department, on that tub, Mike.”

“As far as I’m concerned that ship is ours, for the taking. I bet the Klingons have no papers at all.”

“When I get through digging around their computer, I’ll have her complete history right down to the draftsmen who designed her."
"I’ll get the electrical parts to repair her if I have to get Og to steal the lights from Tycho city.”

“Just you get me back to Nellis again, boss, and we’ll fix her well enough, that you would think like she was re-fitted in a space dock.”

Larry concluded with, “I say try it out, and make it work for us.”

Be’nen was sitting stoically with her hands folded on the table in front of her. I could almost hear the gears working in her head.

Be’nen started off; “Mr. Murdoch is right, and I’ve seen worse ships in my time, when I was with the Ferengi.”

“The problem with this ship is it is almost twice as large as a J-Type merchantman, it will involve a lot of work; that means labor”.

“I think it could be waivered to travel to Earth, once we have made a thorough on-board survey.”

“I think Mr. Murray is also correct. Michael, you will have to persuade the Klingons to assist us.”

“I also agree with Mr. Comet and believe they have no papers. Without papers they are thieves and pirates; confiscation of their ship is a real possibility. I think you will have the leverage you need if it comes to that.”

“I am surprised that the Luna port officials haven’t taken any action yet. I think they just want the Klingons off their base, along with their ship."
"I think they are happy that you are getting rid of their problem. After all you did offer to lease the ship sight unseen.”

That brought on a few whoops from the crew.

I got the impression that Be’nen was a little ticked off at me for a poor choice in judgment in this matter. Well se la vive.

“Okay, okay, every one let’s see what Mr. Og and the rest of his crew have to say.” I said

There wasn’t much discussion with them; I was just reminded that the recovery section had no work bees until we got to earth.
Getting repairs done on the exterior of the ship could be a problem.

They all agreed they wanted to try and get the Monarch up and running again. Professional pride I guess; that made me feel a little better.

Mr. Og said; “The Dabo girls were upset that I might have to go out and steal things to fix such an old ship, but I told them a Ferengi doesn’t have to steal anything, if he gets his bargaining chips in order.”

I replied.” Amen to that.”

I then ordered the shuttles to start their landing procedures for Luna port.

We were given permission to land at module number three.

That wasn’t too far from the headquarters section; it was connected to it in fact.
Evidently they didn’t have much repair service, or customs work, to do, for that matter.

I now had to get my ducks in a row, first to meet Commander Hayes, to discuss the status of the Monarch and then to meet the Klingons, to see if they wanted to cooperate.

One tough nut at a time.

When our shuttles were secured in the Luna port hanger module, we all took our personal overnight gear to the monorail, for transit into the headquarters module and the transit lodging area.

As to our quarters, luxury still wasn’t an option on the moon. All the rooms were ten by ten.

I called in to HQ and asked Commander Hayes’ office for an appointment and was told to come right over.
We were expected.

I asked Be’nen, Larry, Ron, Pete, Don, and Og to join me.

It was just a short trip on the tread way, with an elevator ride to the fourth floor.

Commander Hayes met us at the door and directed us to a meeting room.

He introduced his Adjutant Lt Darnell, his Chief Maintenance Officer, Lt. Commander Olaf, and his Chief of Security, Marine Captain Smith.

When we were seated , he asked is what did think of the Monarch?

‘It looks like a piece of crap,’ I thought, but I started with: “She’s in ruff shape, Commander. Just with our own scans, she looks like she’s ready for the scrap heap."
"What was your assessment when your own personnel boarded her?”

He replied; “Almost the same as yours. The hull has been crudely repaired, but it’s safe enough.”

“Lt. Cdr. Olaf will confirm that the electronic and internal communication systems are at best only at twenty five percent efficient.”

“There is no dilithium crystal left in the warp drive. The impulse cooler fin needs to be repaired or replaced. You probably noted that it was half shot away.”

“Yes sir, we noticed,” I answered.

“Can we get her to Earth? Will we need a waver?”

“Honestly Chief, I don’t think you need it. The Klingons got it here; so you should be able to take her to Earth. She does look like crap, but she’s solid.”

“I had Cmdr. Olaf do a thorough survey before I called you. She won’t qualify for Federation service, because of her age; but like I said she could meet your mission requirements, and I don’t blame you if you don’t want to take her. She’s a piece of scrap.”

I looked at my people and asked if they had any input or questions.

I asked Ron Thornton to start off.

Ron stated that we had a Type-9 Cargo shuttle to work with, but no work bees. “Is one available?”

“Also most of the material we brought was for bulkhead radiation protection upgrades, will we need it?”

“Ms. Tash thinks that the Monarch is of Federation manufacture. Can we trade for parts here on the base?”

Hayes replied; “I have available as many work bees that you need. If the parts needed are of Federation issue; then a supply turn in, and issue in kind, should be no problem. If they are non issue items, you will probably have to trade with suppliers in Tycho city.”

“I don’t think you will need the bulkhead upgrade for radiation, we didn’t find any abnormal readings.”

Be’nen brought up the question about the ships papers and the fact that the Monarch may be a former Federation company’s property.
“Are not the present owners’ pirates then? Why haven’t the Luna Port authorities confiscated the ship, and put the Klingons in custody?”

Commander Hayes kind of squirmed before he answered.

“Look Chief I can’t prove a thing about piracy, and yes she doesn’t have papers.”

“If I impounded her you would have to deal with Star fleet, and the judiciary. You would never see that ship in your possession, at all.”

“Besides that it’s a family that brought it here, what do I do arrest them all, including the kids.”

“Cripes they have an infant on board. I would have to turn them eventually over to the Klingon authorities, if they figured they stole that ship from their decommission yard, is my guess.”

“You know what the Klingons do with their prisoners don’t you, death or Rorer Pinte, which is the same thing in my book.”

I nodded in agreement.

“I understand your point Commander. What exactly do you want me to do?”

“I want you to get these Klingons off my base, Chief. I’m asking for a favor in return for a ship that I know you can use.”

“I don’t want a bunch of stranded Klingons here either.”

“Who’s going to hire them? Their reputation is shot here on the moon. They need to get into space away from here, and away from the Klingon authorities.”

“If you fix their ship, they will be indebted to you, and the family will honor it.”

Be’nen interceded, “But they were raiders; how could we trust them not to try and retake the ship?”

“Ms. Tash,” Cmdr Hayes replied, “I’m sure the men of that crew were raiders. For some desperate reason they escaped from Klingon space.”

“What little I know of Klingon values they will do everything to secure the safety of their family clan. If it’s a family decision to make, they will honor it.”

“The Klingon are allies now. If this family breaks the truce, they break Klingon law, and if the Klingons prove the case for piracy; that would mean death to all.”

“I do not trust them Michael”, Be’nen remarked. “I recommend that the Klingons be taken into custody, and the ship confiscated. I am sure you could then secure the ship from Star Fleet.”

“Yes Be’nen”, I commented, “and be tied up here on the moon with an even more shorthanded crew, and in a legal proceeding that could take forever. I’m running out of time, and the Bajorans will be running out of patience”.

“I’m going to try and work with the Klingons.”

“Captain Smith what is your assessment of the Klingons, in regards to temperament and cooperation. Will I have to keep them under guard to have them work for us?”

“Well for one Chief, they have a marked contempt for authority, if not superior in rank.”

“The most common reply I get from them is: “I take orders only from my Captain”. Then the Captain will say, “I will take orders only from Commander Hayes”. Then I have to disturb the Commander to make a judgment call that will make them cooperate, or start up another Donny brook.”

“What about the agreement with the Bajorans, to buy or lease the Monarch, that I sent you,” I asked Commander Hayes?

“They haven’t signed off on it yet Chief,” Commander Hayes replied.

“What! Why is that Commander, I thought this was supposed to be all completed days ago? Did you know about this Be’nen?”

“No Sir. That was supposed to be negotiated with the Bajoran embassy. I was not informed of any difficulties.”

“I think the Klingon Captain was waiting for you, Chief,” Commander Hayes remarked.

“I think he wants to meet you personally and discuss a few things that I think you said to him, when I had him call you.”

“He didn’t leave my office a happy man. I think his words were to the effect that he was going to make you eat the contract, before or after he tore off your head."
"I don’t think my hand translator was close enough to get a clear message.”

‘Man oh man things were turning to shit real fast. How did I get myself into this mess’?

‘If I don’t convince the Klingons not to kill me, sign the Bajoran contract to control their ship; work off their debts; then go with me to Cardassian space to pick up salvage; everyone in the Corps will think me a fool’.

‘Jesus, I think I needed a good stiff drink now; and then look at Be’nen; she’s staring at the ceiling and wishing she was someplace else’.

She was not smiling now!

“Okay Commander, thanks to you, and your staff, for the briefing. If you don’t mind I have to do a little thinking before I meet Captain Kluge, and his crew.”

“We’ll do all we can to assist you Chief, just let us know how you make out after your meeting. Good Luck.”

I said, “Thanks.”

We all shook hands and then we all took a long silent walk back to our quarters.
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Old April 1 2013, 05:22 PM   #18
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Book One - Chapter Eleven

Off to the Moon.

Day Eight

Ron and his crew took their time cleaning shuttle number two, and getting it serviced.

It was around six PM when Ron and his crew finally showed up, somber, but satisfied with the results.

Compared to what it looked like when I first saw it, the old girl almost shined. I praised the salvage crew for their efforts; they all did a great job.

The rest of the crew came over to take a look at it, so I put them all to work stowing Mr. Ogs’ supplies and equipment, plus some of their own personal gear.

It took about another hour to load up the shuttle with all the supplies and personal gear of the Salvage Team, plus moving Mr. Og, and his crew.

It was a little tight, but they all had a place to sit.

My two stewards loaded on a portable food locker, and a water cooler for the lunar trip.

There was a small portable head installed with a modesty screen only, but it would have to do until we got to the Moon.

Any further upgrades would have to wait. Most would come from our salvage materials at the Bajoran recovery site.

I had the shuttles secured and dismissed the crew until 10 AM the next morning.

I wanted them all to get a good nights’ rest in the rooms Be’nen had already secured for them.

I also scheduled a meeting at the hanger facilities, in prep for a noon launch. I wanted all personnel to note that it might take us up to twenty four hours, traveling at sub-light before we landed on Luna ports’ Alpha Base, and to pack accordingly.

“Section leaders, including Mr. Comet can prepare points of discussion on the way there; they can be discussed in flight through regular communications channels.”

“I want both shuttles to travel together, land together and meet Commander Hayes, and our Klingon friends, together.

"Have a good night.”

Be’nen, Staunn and I, along with Og and his crew, waited for the return of the base shuttle bus to take the crew over to their quarters.

We then rode over with Og in his car.

It was getting late; I was glad the mess hall was open twenty four hours a day.

When I went to my quarters I was not surprised to find that Be’nen and Staunn were right next door to me.

Be’nen had vacated her VIP quarters.

I dropped off my travel kit and then invited them both to dine with me in the mess hall. We all went down together.

I had a big veggie burgher with fries and cucumber salad with two beers.

Be’nen had her plate of vegetables and rice.

Staunn had shrimp, tuna fish salad with spinach, and mashed sweet potatoes, along with some kind of Ferengi drink that Og found.

When Ron and his crew came in they were all wearing burnt red work shirts that they had found somewhere, they looked nice.

I haled him and told him that those shirts didn’t look so bad and asked where he got them.

“I got them at the Base Exchange,” he said with a big grin.

“I guess there wasn’t a big demand for them on the base, even though they were required to stock them."

"They had lots of them so I got a good price; and I thought that the crew deserved it after they worked so hard on number two shuttle.”

“Well they look great on you all and I think that should be your semi official work uniform from now on Ron."

"It will be distinctive for the recovery section to all our friends and allies, and if they have any questions about salvage and recovery, they can ask a “red shirt”.”

“Thanks Mike, I’ll tell the crew. I’m sure they will agree with you.”

He then went over to his crew tables and had his dinner. A few waved to me and pointed to their new shirts smiling at me. They were now a proud crew, I liked that.

I told Be’nen I thought it was a great idea to have the rest of the crew dressed the same way.

“I should put out a policy memo to that effect and have Og order shirts for all, including me."

"That way I can allow an alternative to their present uniform status and it will save them from having to wear those maintenance coveralls all the time.”

“Yes captain it will be done,” Be’nen replied.

Staunn asked; “I have some red under wear packed somewhere, what crew does that put me in?”

I told her it would probably be in the hot house crew, on the Grayson, if they have a botanical garden.

“O goody,” she said, “then I’ll be able to wear a fig leaf for you in your room later.”

I shut up after that. Be’nen just rolled her eyes and Staunn started her huff huffing again.

After dinner I was ready for bed. We all went straight to our quarters and we all said good night to each other; and that was it. No kissing, no nothing; just off to sleep in my own room.

I was really tired; I think I went right to sleep.

While I was in dream land something woke me up, it was Staunn, naked as a jay bird.

“What are you doing here,” I asked? (Silly question)

“It’s my turn,” she said. “Mother said we’re not supposed to gang up on you, so it’s just me this time. Besides that lover, remember we ordered the rooms, and the extra key.”

How could I resist, after all she was only wearing her cute, mischievous smile; so I pulled back the sheets and let her into bed.

She really liked making love to me. I could almost smother her, but boy, sex with Staunn was great. She was so passionate loving and sweet, as I held her in my arms. I really wanted to give her all the love she deserved.

I went to sleep hoping I wasn’t cheating on anyone.

Day Nine

When I woke up the next morning I was being cradled in someone else’s arms.

Arms that were connected to two beautiful breasts, and a long leg, that was draped over me.

Be’nen was that easy to recognize. I didn’t know where Staunn disappeared to, but if it was duty calling with Be’nen, I was ready.

“Quit playing Michael,” she said, “It’s time to get up. Come on and let’s take our shower.”

She kind of dragged me out of bed and into the shower. I tried again to make extra sure I didn’t miss any spots on her.

When she saw that I was getting frisky, she look at me and said; “You know Michael, since we are now connected, you really radiate desire”.

“Your satisfaction in having sex with me is also having a satisfactory effect on me. I wonder if our sexual linkage will continue after my pon farr subsides”?

“It is a course that I wish to pursue with you after we are wed, but not now”

It was a good bath and an equally good brush off.

After breakfast in the mess hall with Be’nen, and a smirking Dr. Tehk, with her restorative cocktail for me, I was ready for action.

So was everyone else it seemed.

The word must have gone out about the Recovery section wearing their new red shirts and the rest were asking where was theirs.

Most of my flight crew was still garbed in standard Star Fleet engineer red tunics, with their ranks removed.

Aside from the Dabo girls, who seemed to dress in different color body suits, and Staunn’s whites, we looked like the crew of a civilian cruise liner.

This being, I figured, my last hitch in Star Fleet, as an instructor, the civilianized suit I was wearing, fit the part of a tour guide.

Be’nen passed out the ID badges and our comm. pins.

They were the civilian button type Badges, with the engineering logo with Star Fleet, Corps of Engineers around the circlet.

It kind of reminded me of a bulls’ eye. I hoped it wasn’t an omen.

We all waited for the shuttle bus and then followed Og over to the ground shuttle car pool, for him to turn in his car.

The next stopping point was the launch area, at the shuttles.

Larry, and Nichelle, came up to me and told me that they had comm. badges for the Klingons too.

Larry was smiling too; I kind of wondered what he was up to, but I kept my mouth shut.

For my ten o’clock meeting there wasn’t much of a discussion.

Don Murdoch, and Pete Murray, had a few questions about having to work with Klingons, and how to deal with them; because most of us had little or no contact with them, and most of those dealing were negative.

I told them that it was new ground for all of us, but they were now our allies and we had to keep that in mind.

“What I’d seen of their leader, they were still big, ugly, and combative, so be careful.”

“I know nothing about their women, and for that I will work through Ms. Tash, if needed.”

“As far as I know they are a family, or clan. I assume there will also be children on board."

"I’m also assuming that they are in flight to avoid prosecution from Klingon authorities. I could see no other reason why they are in Earth space”

“I expect we’ll find out if they were commerce raiders, or pirates, who for some reason had their raiding vessel confiscated.”

“That Monarch they are living in was probably stolen; I doubt they will have any papers at all.”

“I plan to use that information as leverage to get them to cooperate with us.”

“They want to operate as a leased vessel, but without legitimacy, their ship can be impounded and the crew confined until Klingon authorities decide what to do with them.”

“With that information, I think they will cooperate with us, so hang in there."

"If you have any problems let us know. Just remember Ms. Tash has been around, and so has Larry. I think we can stay ahead in this game.”

“The end results are; to get that Monarch and the Grayson to Bajor, and start to clean up their mess.”

When we exited the hangar there was about twenty or thirty people waiting for us with cameras and microphones.

They all made a bee line for Be’nen. They all seemed to be asking questions all at once.

I shouted out, “Hold it everyone what is this all about?”

One of the reporters said, “We want to know what’s going on with Be’nen Tash”.

“She seemed to have dropped out of sight about a month ago. Nobody would give us any information. We didn’t know if she was fired from the Vulcan Embassy, returned to Vulcan, or what.”.

“All of her appearances were canceled, and we want to know why.”

“What is she doing here anyway? She’s a celebrity for gods’ sake. By the way who are you and who are these people with Ms. Tash?”

I looked over at Be’nen and asked her if she was alright with all this.

She said she would answer questions if it was alright with me.

She said it might be better if I gave them an outline of what the mission was first.

I turned around to the crew and asked them to hold off going to the shuttle for a second so I could introduce the crew and give these reporters a mission outline.

They sort of bunched together around me, and Be’nen and I introduced myself.

I then started telling the reporters that we were a Star Fleet Engineer Assistance and Advisory Group for Bajor and that our mission is to assist the Bajorans in clearing out their shipping lanes of debris left over from the last war with the Dominion.”

“We would be salvaging what materials we could for the benefit of the Bajoran government.”

“The principle members of my team are Ms. Tash, as my administrative assistant, Dr. Tehk, as my medical tech, Peter Murray and Donald Murdoch, my principle flight personnel, Ron Thornton, my salvage crew chief and Larry Comet, our senior Communications advisor.”

“We are on a three year mission, and today we are on our way to the moon to pick up one of our principle operating vessels.”

“Now if Ms. Tash is ready she will answer as many questions as she feels fit to answer, and believe me she was not shanghaied for this mission.”

That got only a few laughs from the crowd before the questions started flying.

“One at a time, please,” Be’nen asked. “How about you Gloria, what is your question.”

“Ms. Tash, where have you been? You are a popular celebrity and this salvage operation is so far out of character, we are all mystified as to your reasons why”

“Did the Vulcan Embassy send you on this mission for some special reason, or are you being punished?”

“No Gloria, it's no special mission. This was my decision along with my daughter.”

“Ms. Tash you have a daughter?” Gloria interrupted.

“Yes, Dr. Staunn Tehk, is my daughter.”

“Many of you knew her as my personnel assistant, but for professional and personal reasons we kept it quiet. We both felt it was a time for a change.”

“I am a Vulcan Science Academy graduate and a qualified flight officer in the Vulcan Militia, I have never served on a deep space mission. This is my opportunity to do so with my daughter.”

“Staunn has supported me faithfully here on Earth and we have really enjoyed our stay, but I have been here for twenty years, and am due for recall as an ambassador”.

“It might not have to happen, but we felt it was time for her do the job she was trained to do, being a doctor, a space medicine doctor. I am very proud of her.”

“How about you, Howard?”

“Ms. Tash,” Howard asked, “an administrative assistant? That’s got to be quite a comedown for you isn’t it? I mean after all you had to be up there pretty high at the Vulcan Embassy, your presence in their regard seemed to be everywhere.”

“Well Howard this is only a three year mission, I hope you all don’t forget me if and when we return.”

“I’m sure Mr. Thomas will allow me to fill you in with highlights of our operations when we get to Bajor. Besides that, Bajor is supposed to be a beautiful place. I might invest in some real estate there.”

That got a few laughs, while Be’nen turned and cocked an eyebrow to me.

“Time to go to the shuttle”, I announced to everyone.

To the reporters I suggested that they could keep in contact with Ms. Tash, and follow our mission, through the Star Fleet Engineer Information Net.

“I am sure she would be glad to answer any and all pertinent questions, and keep in touch with you all.”

“Thank you for all your interest.”

I took Be’nen by the arm and escorted her to the shuttles.
Staunn came up to her and said, “ M’aith” and then followed a conversation in Vulcan I guess, because I didn’t understand a word that was said.

“It’s alright Staunn,” she had said to Staunn, “everything is out in the open now. Let them think what they want, we’re on our way to the moon.”

Og and the Dabo girls, along with the recovery section got into shuttle number two, while I hustled Be’nen and Staunn on to shuttle number one first, while the rest of my flight crew followed making sure we had no further questions to be answered.

Be’nen took the pilots’ seat, Staunn the co-pilots’ and I sat in the Cargo Mates’ seat.

I then switched with Pete Murray; after all he was a Flight Engineer. I then took a seat in one of the passenger recliners.

Og, along with Ron and Jenny Thornton, were piloting the other shuttle.

It took about a half an hour to finish getting all our personal gear stowed, and do a musical chairs with the seating arrangements, prior to clearing all preflight operations, and before we got permission to take off.

The flight from Nellis, to Earth Space Dock, was smooth.

We only had to make two orbits around the space dock before we were cleared for moon trajectory.

Be’nen, and Og, as pilots, were as smooth as silk.

I sat back and tried to relax, but I kept thinking of what I was going to say to the Klingons.

That and trying to figure out what they had for crew on board, and how to match up their skills with ours.

The Monarch class freighter was a big ship almost as big as the Grayson. It was more like a passenger/freight liner.

I didn’t really know how the Bajorans and Klingons would get along either.

The only information I had was what I had gathered from news broadcast about Deep Space Nine, and that seemed to be mostly about turmoil.

‘Well smart guy’, I said to myself, ‘you volunteered for this, now you have to pay the piper’, or something to that effect.

‘Lets’ see you sweet talk the Klingons into cooperating. It will be more like horse trading and arm twisting with an arm that’s about twice your size’.

Harrumph. Next stop Moon Base Alpha.
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Old May 13 2013, 04:07 PM   #19
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Book One - Chapter Thirteen

How to con a Klingon.

Day Ten

When we arrived at the transit lodge lobby, I asked Be’nen to stop by my room for a second.

When I closed the door to my room Be’nen would not look at me.

She kept facing out the small window of the room, and didn’t turn around when she spoke to me.

“I will not endanger my daughter by working with Klingons, Michael. None of us signed on for this.”

“Must we all be armed? Must we take on security personnel? Where will we keep the Klingons when they aren’t working, in the ship’s brig?”

“I don’t like It Michael. I can defend myself against one Klingon, but not against twenty five or so.”

She then turned around with folded arms, glared at me and told me outright: “You must rethink this situation it’s too risky for us.”

I went over to my room desk and sat down. I didn’t know what to reply to her and needed to think all this out.

We were just glumly looking at each other when there was a knock on my door.

“Yes, who is it?” I asked.

“It’s just me and Nichelle, can we come in?” It was Staunn.

She ran over to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss, and then greeted her mother a big hug. She was definitely excited about something.

“We got a present for you, lover.”

“For me; It’s not my birthday, what’s it for?”

“We got you a nice jacket. We thought that your old sport coat was getting a little ratty looking. We thought you need something to make you look more distinguished.”

“You bought me a new jacket? Where did “we” get it?”

“We went shopping while you were at the meeting. Nichelle picked it out. Isn’t it nice?”

Nichelle was blushing.

“Well lets’ see it,” I said.

Nichelle then handed me the package and when I opened it I saw that it was a real nice navy blue double breasted blazer. It must have cost them a fortune here on the moon.

The cut and material reminded me of one my old marriage tuxedos.

“How much did this cost Staunn?”

“It must have cost you both a fortune; this style of coat doesn’t come cheap on the moon.”

“We got it at a second hand store. It only cost me fifty credits,” Staunn continued.

“The clothes from the regular stores were really expensive.”

“Nichelle said that you would like it.”

I looked at Nichelle she was wearing her blue colony cruise ship suit; she was really blushing now.

Evidently she had no real civilian clothes either.

“I see,” I said. “I thank you both very much; here let me try it on. How did you know my size Staunn?”

“Really Michael I am the doctor you know,” she said with a great big smile, “I know the size of everything on you.”

Nichell put her hand to her mouth and twittered.

It fit real nice. It even had braid and stars on the sleeves.
Just for curiosity’s sake I opened it to take a look at the label. It read Yacht Club with a Third Fleet symbol.

I looked again at the sleeves again, and a closer look at its buttons. They had a naval type logo on them.

Something jogged in my memory when I tried to remember what this jacket was used for; with three stars on the sleeve.

Then it hit me; and I immediately went over to Nichelle and gave her a big embrace and asked her: “Do you know what this jacket is Nichelle?”

“No sir, I just thought you would like it.”

“Staunn, does anyone else know about this jacket?”

“No, I don’t think so Michael, what’s got you all excited all of a sudden?”

“Because it’s a Commadore‘s Blazer, from the Third Fleet Yacht club, Staunn; from Earth.”

“It’s a social club for officers of the Third Fleet, especially for captains with private shuttles on their star ships.”

“Staunn, You and Nichelle have given me a great idea for dealing with the Klingons”

“Now if I can get Commander Hayes to go along with me; I think our problem of command and control with the Klingons can be solved.”

Be’nen looked askance at me and asked; “I don’t understand what you are saying, Michael. Please explain to me what you are talking about?”

Staunn and Nichelle just kind of gapped at me.

“Look Be’nen, you heard what Commander Hayes and Captain Smith said, “The Klingon have little or no respect for people of lesser rank;” Well a Commodore out ranks a Captain, right?”

“Yes Michael, I know that, but you are no Commodore.”

“I know that, but the Klingons won’t.”

“When I go into that meeting with orders in my hand and a commission handy, they won’t know the difference; especially with me wearing this uniform jacket.”

“They know Commander Hayes would arrest me if I was impersonating an officer, but in this case a civilian can be a commodore and is entitled to a nominal command position over two or more ships and be addressed as a Commodore.”

“It’s stretching it a bit, but it may work.”

“Be’nen I want you to call your friend, Admiral Broderick and tell him about everything that is going on.”

“Tell him all about your misgivings, and then ask him if he can get me commissioned as a Commodore in the Yacht club. For that, I promise I’ll buy the club a keg of beer when I get back to Earth.”

“Okay Michael, I’ll do it, but I still don’t understand. Admiral Broderick won’t think this is a fools’ errand will he; he’s a busy man?”

“Look Be’nen, just try to go along with me on this and let me know what he says.”

“Staunn, Nichelle, mum’s the word on this okay? I have to keep this quiet for awhile.”

“Your gift of this wonderful jacket has probably saved my bacon, thank you very much.”

“Sure Michael we can do that,” Staunn replied. “Are you having dinner with me tonight?”

“Why sure Staunn, you know if this was a fancy hotel I would order room service, but I guess we can all walk down together to the food court; it’s on me.”

“By the way what do you want for desert?”

Staunn started her huff huffing laugh again, and then taking her mother’s hand, we went arm and arm, with Nichelle in tow, down to the food court.

Day Eleven

The next morning when I woke up I was again the peanut butter in the love sandwich.

The variation this time was that I had my arms around Staunn, and Be’nen had her arms around both of us.

How she found her way into bed behind me without waking me, I couldn’t figure out. Especially as these Luna port room beds were little more than cots.

When we got out of bed Be’nen said she had some business to attend to and she would see us when we stopped by her room on our way to breakfast.

She put on her bath robe and went out the door.

Staunn look at me and smiled mischievously; “It looks like it’s my time to make sure you have a good shower.”

The shower with Staunn was a lot of fun. There were a lot of laughs, giggles and play, but nothing more; not that there wasn’t a lot of teasing.

When she ran out of the shower you could have hung a towel anywhere on me.

We finally got dressed, and went to Be’nen’s room, knocked on the door and entered when she said come in.

Be’nen was dressed and holding some papers.

“These are yours,” she said, “they’re from Admiral Broderick.”

There were four sheets of paper in the file folder she gave me to look at.

One was a memo from Admiral Broderick. The second was a printed order for my appointment as a Commodore. The third was a wire copy of a Commission Certificate and the forth was a certificate of ownership for two shuttle craft named, Daisy and Dandelion, NCC 2010 and NCC 2011.

The memo from the Admirial read:

For: CWO Michael Thomas, Luna Port
From: ADM M.J. Broderick

Enclosed are the documents you requested, good luck.
The requirement for the club was that you must own at least one “Yacht” and have control of at least three vessels to retain the rank of Commodore.

The Bajoran Embassy was helpful by transferring temporary title of the two shuttles now in your possession, to you.

The third vessel you must obtain control by your own devices to retain your rank as Commodore.

P.S. the total expense of one hundred credits, reimbursable to me, was for the commissioning ceremony at the club as required by their bylaws.

He did it and didn’t ask for my recall. I immediately went over to Be’nen and gave her a great big 'Thank You' hug and a kiss.

“Be’nen you are absolutely wonderful. How did you pull this off?”

“I don’t understand it myself,” she said. “When I briefed Admiral Broderick of our situation by subspace video, he listened intently.”

“When I explained your solution to the problems I thought he had a heart attack. He said “What did you say?”, and then he disappeared from the view screen and when he returned to the view screen he was laughing, hard."

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh. It looked as if he had to wipe tears from his eyes.”

“I asked him to explain to me what was so amusing, but all he said was; “Never mind Be’nen, I’ll take care of it, and I’ll make sure Mr. Thomas gets the bill.”

“What did he mean by that?”

“It’s a long story Be’nen, I’ll explain later,” I said. “After breakfast we have to go shopping again, back to the store Staunn bought the jacket at.”

After breakfast I had Staunn take me, and Be’nen, to the second hand store where she had shopped at.

Second hand stores were more plentiful than your everyday retail stores on the moon, because of the shipping cost to get goods to the moon.

Here people in transit would trade in their possessions for credit, or cash, and then the store owner would resell them.

The store was filled with all sorts of odd materials; half of it didn’t look like it came from Earth at all.

I needed a shirt to match my new jacket, a white one.

The only one I found looked like it was for a tuxedo, the type without a high collar for a tie, it would have to do.

I needed a pair of trousers too; and ended up buying two pair. One pair was the right Navy color that matched my jacket and a pair of Fleet Marines trousers, with their red stripe.

I got the shop owner to sew a red strip on the Navy blue trousers to make them match and make me look very official.

While rooting around I found a blue saucer cap. It looked like an SF Academy instructor’s cap, or one of the cruise line attendant caps; at least it fit.

When I put the cap on and walked around modeling it, both girls just looked mystified as to what I was doing.

I took it over to the Ferengi that owned the store and asked if he could get some embroidery work done for me.

“Sure, what you want,” He asked.

I drew him a diagram of the three star pattern, similar to the one that was on my jacket sleeve, and asked him to embroider the emblem on patch material; and then sew it on front the saucer cap.

I then walked around until I found a pair of Star Fleet standard earth issue black Wellington boots, all my shoes seemed to be brownish.

That completed my “uniform” shopping.

I asked the owner what time I could pick up my goods, he said he could deliver them if I just leave my address.

I thanked him, paid my bill, and then escorted my two doubtful looking companions back to the Luna port lodge.

Back at the Lodge I asked them both to come to my room. I wanted to do some explaining.

I needed them both to understand what I was doing.

In my quarters I started off with; “Look Be’nen, I am going to try and pull off a ruse.”

“I’m going to try and get the Klingons to think they are dealing with an officer of superior rank."

"The papers and the fake orders that Admiral Broderick gave me, along with the jacket that Staunn and Nichelle picked up; will help me be dressed for the part.”

“I am now a Commodore, think of it as an honorarium.”

“Are you both with me with me on this, because I don’t want you to have to lie about it.”

“We have seen the orders Michael”, spoke up Be’nen skeptically, “Admiral Broderick would not lie to us.”

“I am just a little confused about the clothing,” commented Staunn. “It is an unusual uniform for any Commodore I have ever seen.”

“Well you have seen Larry and Nichelle in their uniforms haven’t you? It’s the same kind of style.”

“Oh,” they both said! “You want to look like a Merchant Marine Commodore.”

“Yes, that’s it, kind of,” I said. “Now we must try and convince the Klingons that I out rank them and can be their commander, it’s a military status thing.”

“With this “promotion” in hand, it will be easier for them to accept my position, and follow my orders, at least until we get to Bajor."

"Now do you get what I’m trying to do; do you have any more questions?”

“No Michael,” Staunn replied slyly. “It’s very clear to us that you are trying to trick the Klingons into working with us, and signing that Bajoran contract."

"Isn’t that right mother?”

“Yes we understand perfectly. It’s something we are familiar with, lying and working with liars.”

“But you are a Vulcan, I thought they can never tell a lie.”

“Michael, Michael you are so predictable at times,” explained an exasperated Be’nen.

“We both understood what you were trying to do, but I must say we are both doubtful if you can make it happen”

“We will do our best to assist you; and the fact that Admiral Broderick made you a Commodore, is all we need to know; am I right Staunn?”

“Yes mother and I think he will look real nice in his new uniform.”

That thought made me feel a lot better. I knew I’d been preaching to the choir, so to say, but I felt a lot better knowing that they didn’t think I was crazy.

At least I think they didn’t.”

Later when my trousers and cap were delivered I asked Be’nen to schedule an appointment with Commander Hayes in regards to having our first meeting with the Klingons.

I also asked Be’nen to wear her blue business suit, and asked Staunn if she could wear an official medical something, that she would wear on duty, on our ship.

They both kind of rolled their eyes at me, as if I doubted their ability to play their parts.

I then put a call out to Larry Comet, and Og, and asked them to come with us to headquarters to meet the Klingons.

I told Larry I would like him to wear his old civilian service blue uniform, the one that matched Nichelles’.

I also requested that Og to find something in “official looking blue”, to wear to the meeting.

I would call them back as soon as I heard from Commander Hayes.

It was a short time later we got a call from headquarters that the port commander was ready to see us.

I promptly notified Larry and Og that were going to the meeting, and then called Ron, Pete and Don and told them that we had a meeting at headquarters scheduled to meet the Klingons; and if they would round up the rest of the crew and be ready for a meeting, in say about thirty minutes from now at the headquarters, I would appreciate it.

I then gathered up all my new uniform bundles and had Be’nen carry my new “promotion” papers.

We were off now to see Commander Hayes to ask him for permission to pull the biggest con he will probably ever see on the moon.
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Old May 13 2013, 04:49 PM   #20
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Book One - Chapter Fourteen

How to con a Klingon, part two.

Day Eleven

Be’nen, Staunn, Larry, Og and I, met in the lodge lobby and then made our way to the Port Commanders Office.

They were all wearing the navy blue uniform style clothing that I asked them to. That would have them match my new made up uniform.

I was the only odd man out; still in sport coat and brown shoes.

At the headquarters Commander Hayes invited us all in and asked us what was the meeting all about.

I asked him to please call in his adjutant and Captain Smith, because they needed to be in on my plans for a solution to the Klingon problem.

He said, “Well enough,” and asked both officers to come in to his office to hear my presentation.

When they both came in and were seated he asked, “Okay Chief what’s the good news?”

I asked Be’nen to give him the folder that we bought.

Commander Hayes started to read the documents, then he started to chuckle, when he finished he was trying not to laugh out loud when he gave the folder to Captain Smith.

Captain Smith’s eyes seemed to kind of bug out and he began to shake. He could hardly hand it over to Lt. Darnell when both he and Commander Hayes started laughing out loud.

Commander Hayes started slapping his desk and Captain Smith stated that he was probably going to piss his pants.

Lt. Darnell was having a hard time staying seated in his chair.

We of course sat their stoically. Og and Larry were wondering what was going on.

“What the hell does this mean chief,” Hayes asked? What the hell am I supposed to do with this…this poop sheet?”

“Well sir,” I replied with a straight face, “I want your permission to con the Klingons.”

That started them off into more laughing.

When Commander Hayes recovered enough and wiped the tears from his eye he said, “I’m sorry Chief it must be all the pressure of this job."

"I haven’t had a laugh like that in I don’t know in how long."

"You had better start at the beginning.”

I explained to him the story of how I got the idea from a jacket that I received from Dr. Tehk and My Computer Tech, Nichelle; she had a fondness for her colony ship uniform, similar to what Larry Comet, my comm. officer, is now wearing.

“I contacted Admiral Broderick and explained my problem to him, and my solution. After he had his fit of laughter, he recommended I give it a try; and now I owe him a hundred credits.”

“You see Commander” I further explained, “if you support me in making the Klingons think that I out rank them, like you do, we could get them to cooperate better."

"By the time they find out what is happening they’ll be in Cardassian space.”

“I don’t know Chief;: he replied, “technically you would out rank me. I don’t think we could keep it quiet enough to make it work."

"The moon is just too small a place to keep a secret.”

“Let me ask you another question, Sir,” I asked.

“Okay fire away,” he replied.

“Do the Klingons have a way to get off this moon quickly?” I asked?

“Do they have their own shuttle?”

“Yes, they do have a shuttle craft,” was his reply, “but I wouldn’t trust it. It’s the biggest lash up I have ever seen."

"It landed here, but I don’t think it can take off again. It looks like they threw it together from the same salvage yard they probably stole the Monarch from.”

“I see.” I said, “Look Sir, as soon as I get them to accept the contract and they accept me as their acting commander, we can be out of here in less than an hour.”

“We are already packet up and ready to go, all we have to do is check out of the port lodging.”

“I promise you I will work from the ship. If I need anything I’ll send my shuttle down with my crew only, or use the transporters once they are repaired.”

“You’re sure about your crew,” He asked? “We’re both taking a big risk here. I’m liable to be laughed out of my post if this blows up in our faces.”

“I see no alternative Commander,” Be’nen interjected. “I am sure that the Monarch is a pirated federation vessel.”

“If Chief Thomas does not take possession of it, you will have to impound it and arrest the Klingons.”

“If the Klingons don’t accept “Commodore” Thomas, you know they will be deported to the Klingon Empire."

"I think the Klingons will accept our proposal. Even if they find out later about the ruse they won’t say anything."

"Obeying a senior officer satisfies their sense of order, up to a point.”

“What is that point Ms. Tash,” asked Commander Hayes?

“If they decide to kill Mr. Thomas,” she replied, “and take command of the Monarch for themselves; it is a known Klingon practice.”

“What do you say to that Chief,” he asked, “do you still want to take the risk?

“I do sir,” was my answer, “they have no ship that can serve as a weapons platform, or as a raider.”

“They essentially have no place to go until they can redeem themselves in their fellow Klingon’s eyes; and Klingons don’t like failures.”

“They need us to bargain with to get them a warship, and be accepted back on their home world.”

“Okay Chief, I guess it’s your neck and my reputation; I’ll turn a blind eye, but I want you off Luna Port within twenty four hours “Commodore”; one way or another, understand?”

He then asked his staff: “Any further problems here; Captain Smith, Lt Darnell?”

“No sir,” they both replied, “mum’s the word Sir.”

“Okay Chief what do we do next, have a meeting with the Klingons?

“No Sir,” was my answer. “We have to inform my crew of what is going on.”

“Could we have a meeting here? I also need to change into my ‘Commodore’ outfit and sir, if you would oblige, can we have a “promotion ceremony”.”

“Okay Chief, in for a penny, in for a pound,” he laughed.

“Call your crew together. I just hope they don’t injure themselves rolling on the floor over this.”

I changed my clothes in the men’s room while Be’nen and Larry directed my crew into the Commander’s conference room.

When Be’nen signaled that they were all inside, I went to Commander Hayes’ office and requested his presence in the meeting room.

Commander Hayes then hailed Captain Smith and Lt Darnelle and all four of us marched out of his office and into the meeting room.

At the head of the room Commander Hayes called; “attention to orders:”

To Michael Thomas

Greetings:

KNOW YOU, that from special trust and confidence reposed in your fidelity, courage, and good conduct, our COMMANDER, in pursuance of the authority vested in him by the Constitution and By Laws of this Society, doth commission you Commodore of the third Fleet Yacht Club of THIRD STAR FLEET Engineering Division of STAR FLEET COMMAND, to rank as such from the 9th day of December 2332.

Notarized seal

In Testimony whereof, I hereunto signed my name as Club Secretary, and caused the Great Seal of the Third Fleet Yacht Club to be affixed, this 9 day of July 2332.

Henry A. Wise

There was stunned silence for about thirty seconds when Ron Thornton shouted out: “The third fleet yacht club isn’t that a beer hall?”

Then Pete Murray shouted out: “What’d that cost you a case of beer?”

By that time everyone was roaring with laughter and calling out cat calls; except for Be’nen and Staunn.

I stood still at attention and saluted everyone, then asked them to quiet down a little bit because I didn’t want them to alarm the Klingons.

“What the hell do the Klingons have to do with this, “Commodore”?” Then they started laughing all over again, and I had to wait until they all got their breath.

I turned to Commander Hayes, shook his hand and thanked him, and told him I could take it from here.

I also asked him if he could also arrange an appointment with Capt Kluge and some of his officers.

I told him: “I would be accompanied by Ms. Tash, Dr. Tehk, Mr. Og, and Larry Comet and if Capt Smith could furnish a couple of security guards, I would appreciate it.”

He said; “Can do, call me if and when you get results.” He also reminded me that He wanted me of his base with in twenty four hours; “Commodore” or not.

When he left with Captain Smith and Lt. Darnell I asked that the crew quiet down so I could explain the situation to them.

I explained that dealing with Klingons, and their contempt for what they conceive of as being lesser ranking individuals, we all have to make them believe that I out rank them to get them to cooperate better.

I asked them all to cooperate in this scam and then I asked if there were any questions or input.

The first question I was asked was: “What if we don’t pull it off?”

My answer was: “We don’t get the Monarch, and we’re out of here within twenty four hours."

"We then head for Mars to pick up the Grayson, if it’s there like they told us.”

“If not, it’s off to the Qualor II Surplus Depot, by shuttle.; and you know what that means, we can look forward to a long, long trip crammed together in our shuttles, more delay and probably questions as to what are we really doing out there.”

That didn’t make the crew sound to happy.

The next question was; “What do you think the Klingons will do?”

Be’nen answered that for me. “I think we will get the use of the Monarch”, she said.

“The Klingons have no good options by staying on the moon”, Be’nen continued.”They are desperate but, I don’t want to minimize the dangers of working with them.”

“They culturally respect the chain of command, but they will be over bearing, but you must stand up to them and don’t let them pick a fight with you, you must out think them.”

“They are physically very strong and prideful; plus raiding ships of other cultures has been ingrained for centuries, but now we are allies.”

“If you are afraid of them don’t take this mission. If you want to stay and are fear-full, try to avoid them as much as possible; but you will be teamed up with them at least until we return to Earth and pick up the volunteer passengers and crew to Bajor.

“I do recommend that Mr. Thomas try to secure a security team to accompany us.”

That kind of put me on notice. “Are there any other questions”, I asked?

“Just a comment, Mike,” Larry interjected. “Folks, believe me when I say that the only people on board the ship, that will be manning that Monarch will be us, if the Klingons give us any trouble.”

“They will need the help, not us, because I can shut that Monarch down so that the only thing they will be able to do will be to send a rescue beacon.”

“Likewise”, a few others said.

“Okay everyone are we all agreed that I am the best “Commodore” that money can buy for a hundred credits, or not?”

“You were robbed, chief. I could have got you one of those commissions for a case of beer from the Bowery Yacht Club,” someone shouted from the back of the room.”

That set off more laughter, but I said thanks for playing along. I advised them to pack up and be ready to meet at the shuttles later this afternoon.

"One way or another we were out of here.

I asked Ron Thornton to see if he could furnish me one of those red work shirts that he found at Nellis supply store, and find a baseball style cap somewhere.

I wanted him to take them to the tailor and put the “Commodore’s” three star emblems on my collars and cap.

I couldn’t wear this good jacket to work in all day, on the ship.

When he said he would, I dismissed the crew and sent them on their way.

The I, with my negotiating crew, headed for Commander Hayes’ Office, to wait for a meeting with the Klingons.

Commander Hayes had put out the call for Capt Kluge and his officers to report to his office conference room.

He also gave me a roster of their names.

“Who are these people,” I asked?

“That’s Capt. Kluge’s real name,” he replied. “The Klingon Embassy on earth ID’ed them about a month after they got here."
"Evidently they could care less about these jail birds as long as they were in our hands.”

“Thanks Commander,” I said. (Somehow I felt like a sucker, Captain Kluge's name did not match the one listed on the roster)

We waited cooling our heels until a security officer showed up and told us the Klingons were here.

When we went into the room the first thing that hit me was a strong odor like two month old sweat socks. It was our guest.

The first impression of Capt “Kluge”, that I had received from our previous video conference, was that he was big, ugly and mean looking, and now I that saw those that were with him, they were not much better looking.

When we sat down and picked up the translators that Hayes had furnish, I glanced over at Staunn and Og, both had eyes as big as saucers.

I thought maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to bring Staunn in with us, but it was too late now, both were to be acting officers on our ship.

Commander Hayes introduced us to the Klingons; we all just nodded our heads in recognition.

The Klingons all had big smiles on their faces, or maybe it was a grimace; or an expression on a person who was just ready to bite into a rare steak.

When Cmdr. Hayes started to introduce their Captain as “Kluge” I interrupted.

“I don’t think we need to keep up this charade Captain D’Ghor Kahlest, if I am pronouncing it correctly. Maybe you could give us all your correct names.”

Before Cmdr Hayes said anything more he took it as a cue to make his exit, saying: “Well I’ll leave you now, ladies and gents. Call me if you need anything,” and left the room.

His two security officers stayed.

Capt. Kahlest and the rest of the crew kind of lost their smirk, but only for a second.

He introduced his Executive officer Tichar K’ehleyr, his wife KaLitra Kahlest, his Interrogation Officer Paghal Hon’tihl and his Chief Engineer Keedera Koboe.

He then put on his best intimidation face and demanded to know why they were summoned and what did I want.

“You will address me as Commodore, Captain,” I started off with. “Does this translate correctly?”

“Yes sir,” he said.

“I requested this meeting to verify if you, and your crew, would rather spend your time in the Luna Port brig, rather than join me in free association with the Bajoran recovery mission,” I started off with.

“That is outrageous’” he fumed. “What makes you think that I would ever consent to working with weakling humans and their pasty faced Vulcan collaborators and their vermin pet Ferengi who, I would in normal circumstances, pinch their heads off their necks like I would a gorch?” (Pimple)

I quickly restrained Be’nen. Staunn grabbed my arm and started hissing along with Og.

I thought Larry was going to have a hemorrhage, but he restrained himself.

“I would watch what you say around Ms. Tash, with talk like that,” I said sternly, “she may be inclined to kill you.”

“For your information Dr. Tehk is her daughter and she doesn’t take threats like that lightly.”

“You see she is not a true Vulcan, she is half Romulan and if she went after you, with what she knows about pressure points, you would be asleep while you died. Do I make myself clear?”

They all gave her a wary look when they all said, “Yes sir”.

Evidently they had had dealings with Romulans before, and I knew there was no love lost between the two races.

“And just to clarify matters here; if anything happens to any of my crew, as senior officer on this base I will personally see that they take a long walk moon side."

"Also I will let you know now that Ms. Tash, Dr Tehk and I are now in family negotiations for marriage and if anything happens to either one of them, I will have you all summarily shot.”

“Commodore sir, we meant no harm,” spoke Mrs. Kahlest.

“I don’t care, ma’am I am through talking.”

“I came here in good faith to offer you reasonable employment for three years, to refit a ship that is fit only for scrap, to give you some dignity in the face of your present exile.”

“As a Commodore of the Third Fleet do you really think I don’t know what your real status is?”

“The Third Fleet, that lost eighty percent of its ships defending Earth against the Breen in the return to DS9 campaign, an action that the Klingon fleet lost over twenty five of its ships off Cardassia, assisting Starfleet.”

“I thought at least you could assist us in recovering some parts of those ships and in the retrieving of the hundreds of Klingon warriors now floating, frozen in space."

"Well, you think about it.”

“Be’nen, leave the contracts, we’re leaving,” I said.

“It’s their choice, exile and maybe an extended stay in the brig here on the moon, or employment with me.”

“Inform Cmdr Hayes of your decision,” I told them, “we are going to lunch."

"Either way we leave the moon within twenty four hours.”

“You two security guards wait outside the door and don’t leave until they make their decision,” I directed.

We all marched out, walked over to Cmdr. Hayes Office where he offered to us to come in and sit down and wait for the Klingons' decision.

“Well how did it go.” He asked?

“I thought it went well,” I replied.

Be’nen leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“I didn’t realize how a big liar you really are Michael,” she harrumphed.

“Jesus Mike, I thought we were going to have to fight our way out of there,” Larry said as he collapsed in his chair. “I’m too old for this.”

Og wouldn’t sit down. He just paced back and forth mumbling to himself.

Staunn sat down for about two seconds and then went to me, and sat on my lap with her head over my shoulder.

She had been quite shaken up, so I just held her in my arms.

“So it went well did it,” Commander Hayes stated while he was shaking his head?

He then turned around at his desk and got busy on his computer.

About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door, and one of the security guards entered, dropped a folder on Commander Hayes desk and waited.

Hayes looked at all the papers and then said; “Congratulations Chief you did it. The Klingons are your problem now. What can I do now to get you all off my base?”

“Thank you sir,” I replied, “would you please release the Klingons you now have in the brig, into my custody?”

“I would also like to request a customs, or security team, to accompany us to the Monarch and stay there until we are ready to leave."

"Maybe some personnel ready to rotate back to Earth, or even some that would like to join us on our venture to Bajor?”
“You ask a lot Chief, but I will see what I can do,” he replied, “let me remind you that the Monarch is a piece of crap so get those transporters up and running first thing."

"I’ll pass the word to base supply to be ready for your resupply orders, anything else?”

“Not at the moment Sir,” I replied glibly. “I guess it’s time to go back and talk with my new Klingon associates.”

“Be’nen,” I asked, “would you please take Staunn, and inform the rest of our crew, to gather up their things and meet me at the shuttles.”

“W have to be off the moon as soon as I can get all the Klingons disembarked in their own shuttle."

"I will meet up with you there. See you later.”

Nobody said a word they just left the room and I went over to the conference room with the security guard.

When I entered the room they were all were sitting at the table looking very glum, even for Klingons.

I asked the security to wait outside.

I then went over to the place that I had left at the table opposite Captain Kahlest, stood before him and picked up a translator.

“I would like to say to all of you; ‘welcome aboard’.”

“Your personnel that are in confinement are to be released into my custody and I would appreciate it if you would please round up all your people and meet us by my shuttles in Luna Port module three."

"I understand you have your own shuttle craft?”

“Yes Commodore, it is one that I had constructed and it is sufficient for all of us,” Kahlest answered.

"I see," I replied and asked, "Could you also have your shuttle sent over to module three first?"

"I would like to examine it, I’m sure it will be an asset, especially as you are familiar with its handling qualities."

"Do you have any further questions?”

“Yes Commodore, I do,” he asked.” What happens to our families while we are working on this mission, are they to remain here and restricted as they are now, at Luna Port?”

“I don’t understand what you mean by the question, Captain,” I asked?

“Our families Commodore,” he said emphatically? “What happens to them? You have hired my crew of Klingon men. Klingons do not have women or children as part of their crew.”

“I am sorry for the misunderstanding, Captain,” was my reply.

“This is not a combat mission and my understanding of your situation was that the Monarch, and its’ crew, was a family ship.”

“As this is a joint Federation and Bajoran mission, your family members, men, women and their children are not restricted, but welcome to participate, within reason.”

“What reasons Commodore, “asked the emphatic Kahlest?

“You must school your children, Captain,” I stated. “Your curriculum can be Klingon, but will have to meet Federation testing standards. And as crew members, they must meet minimum age requirements for operational certificates as part of your crew, otherwise there is no problem.”

That brought on many a sigh of relief, especially from Mrs. Kahlest, and brought on much discussion that my translator didn’t catch.

“Are the women paid too,” Kahlest asked?

“Yes they are captain, if they are your crew, you pay them,” was the answer.

“It’s in the contract. Are you ready to go to work now?”

Kahlest looked at his party, then turned and said, “Whatever you say, Commodore.”

“Good!” I said, as I reached across the table to shake Kahlest’ hand.

“What is this,” He asked?

“On Earth, where I am from, it is a gesture of good will that is sometimes a greeting, sometimes a show of trust, especially between men to show agreement, and friendship."

"It can be also a mutual sign of honor and commitment, do you take my hand?”

“Yes,” he said as we shook hands with a fist that felt like he was crushing walnuts, “and we Klingons say, Klapla,” (Success).
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Old April 19 2014, 04:22 PM   #21
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor
By T.M. Flavin
Book One – The Monarch

Chapter Fifteen - Introduction to Klingons and security.

After making “peace” with the Klingons I changed my clothes and went directly to our shuttles to make myself as inconspicuous as possible with the Luna port staff.

Luckily Ron had found my red shirts and purchased the ball cap I wanted. So I went directly in to shuttle number one and changed my clothes, again.

Be’nen and Staunn followed me in. I knew they had issues that they wanted to talk about, but I beat them to it.

“Is everyone present and accounted for, I asked?”

“Yes,” they both replied.

“Are you all packed up and ready? As soon as the Klingons get here I want to be ready to go.”

“Yes we’re all packed, but how do you want us to travel up there with only two shuttles? Are we riding with the Klingons,” asked Be’nen?

“No not necessarily. They have their own shuttle; I will travel in that, along with the security team that Hayes promised us.”

“But that thing is not suppose to be able get off the moon on thrusters, from what we hear. You’ll get yourself killed,” Be’nen stressed.

“I’m going to have our maintenance team look at it first, don’t worry.”

Those were wasted words by the look on both of their faces.

“I want you and Staunn to stay with shuttle number one, and Og and his crew will stay with the other."

"We won’t be leaving until our mechanics say it’s alright."

"I love you both and I promise I won’t let anything happen to me, okay?”

I went to give them both a hug and kiss.

Be’nen was cold and stiff, Staunn latched on to me like I was leaving forever. I kissed Staunn on her forehead and looked back at Be’nen.”

“Be’nen,” I said, “quit scaring the children.”

I saw Be’nen struggle, but I exited be for she decided to slap me.

Out on the landing pad the Klingons were starting to gather.

As I passed shuttle number two I told the crew to stand by the shuttles. If I needed them I would call.

I walked over to Kahlest and greeted them, only Kahlest had a translator so they were all silent until he told them all to say “hello”. Then it was one big chorus.

He then explained to me that his shuttle was on its way.

The shuttle when it arrived, through the atmospheric barrier, at the module, flew in an erratic behavior.

It was acting like the pilot was on the verge of losing control. It seemed to wobble all over the place. In fact it acted as if couldn’t hover at all.

It circled the module and then skidded in for a landing like an aircraft, landing on its engine nacelles, and screeching to a stop near us, close enough to make me shiver.

‘Oh brother’, I thought.

Commander Hayes said it was a lash-up, but that didn’t do it justice.

It was the oddest thing I had ever seen.

It looked like a big fat beetle with a horn sticking out of its’ head.

It was about the same length as a Type 9-B shuttle, about ten and a half meters long.

It was about the same height, but it looked like a flying tank.

Even the three crewmen that came out of the back hatch seemed to wobble around.

I think they did all they could not to kiss the ground after they landed.

Captain Kahlest had a big grin on his face and asked me, “What do you think of it. We made it ourselves.”

“I can see,” I replied.

He then proceeded to show me around, pointing out that the main part of the shuttle was a salvaged nose section from a older type Berel Class Bird of Prey.

They had cut away the lower torpedo launch section, up to the bridge armor plating.

On the top bulkhead they had gouged out a section to mount a wing mount phaser cannon.

It didn’t make it any higher, but it must have been a lot of duct work and wiring rerouting to fit it in there properly.

At where the bridge neck was supposed to be, there was a federation style docking and access hatch, maybe from an old Model 12-B shuttle, or a travel pod.

The engine nacelles were from a shuttle the same size as on our 9-Bs, type unknown.

You could see a lot of plasticizer was used instead of bulkhead replacement materials, yep, definitely glued together.

Kahlest asked me if I wanted to take a short trip around in it.

“It was perfectly safe,” he said.

I told him not right now, but if he didn’t mind I would like one of my mechanics take a look at it.

He kind of grumped a little bit but said; “Sure look all you like.”

Without further a due, I want back to my own shuttle.

The first thing I did was, asking Be’nen to contact Captain Smith and ask him where those security people were, and tell him to get some big ones.

He should make sure they are authorized to perform routine security, and customs inspections, on all ships leaving Luna port.”

I then called for Pete, and Don, and told them that the Klingon shuttle had Federation parts on it, and I wanted one of our engineer mechanics to give it an inspection.

“I don’t trust its flying abilities just yet, and I think it’s only set up for thrusters. Like it was only used for ship to ship hops, at short distances in space; like for a raiders boarding shuttle.”

“Notice the docking hatch at its rear; I’m sure it’s Federation equipment. Real convenient for a pirate wouldn’t you say?”

After a few choice cuss words, Don called out for Dwayne Barkley.

“Dwayne get your tool kit together and take a look at that Klingon rhinoceros over there would you.”

“Make sure you have a diagnostic computer with you. I have a feeling an engineering tricorder is not going to be enough."

"Ask a couple of the other guys to give you a hand.”

I waited for Dwayne to get his gear ready and to give him my opinion of what that “rhino’s” gear consisted of.

Dwayne was an old timer like me, and one of the few people you would see that still had to wear eye glasses.

We walked together over to the shuttle and made an inspection tour around the outside, both of us pointing out things of interest. Then we went inside.

The place was a mess it had the twelve seats of a command bridge section, but that was about all that looked functional in it.

There were loose wires all over the place. None of the station monitors were working and they had mounted a joy stick at the pilots’ station. The thing stunk of Klingon too.

“Do you think we can save her, Dwayne,” I asked?

“Well let’s see what our tri-corder says, Commodore.” I could see he was really getting in to the act.

He also brought in the diagnostic computer, plugged his tri-corder into it and then hooked on a tri-corder probe.

We then looked around for any and all outlets to stick the probe into.

The inspection included a few "hems", "oh oh"s and "let’s see here"s; at about a half dozen or more sites.

Then it was followed by crawling around under the ops station panels, and after looking into ceiling and floor hatches; we finally finished with the interior.

We then we lugged everything out doors.

Dwayne crawled underneath looking for access panels, especially around the engine nacelles.

That took a few "gotchas", "that’s good" and even a "that’s lucky". Finally it was; “I guess that’s it Commodore.”

“What’s your verdict Dwayne?”

“Well sir, do you want the good news or the bad news first.” He replied.

I said,” let’s start out with the bad news first, Dwayne”

“Well sir, as far as I can see she has at least three different circuits controlling her; all independent of each other, none of them integrated worth beans.”

“She is definitely set up as a shuttle pod with thrusters only.”

“That joy stick is the only navigation control that I can find that is active; all the other stuff is just not hooked up.”

“That cannon has its own battery and trigger mechanisms. In fact the whole shuttle is powered on battery energizers only."

"They must recharge them off the main power supply from the mother ship when docked, there’s not a generator on it at all.”

“No generator at all, how do you explain that, I asked?”

“Well boss as you know most shuttles are set up for either impulse or warp drive. So the different engines would be the main generators. Not on this one.”

“These nacelles came of a shuttle like our 9-B s over there."

"They have a combination drive and you can’t separate the different drive systems. I think when they tried to hook it up, it just didn’t work out.”

“I do think they tried to get the impulse system working, but there must have been some damage to the drive, plus they didn’t have the dilithium to make the warp section work. So they left it off and just used thrusters.”

“I imagine for what they wanted to use it for, that’s all they needed, until they had to land here on the moon."

"If they tried to land on the Earth with this rig, it would have made a great big splat.”

“I agree,” I remarked, “now what’s the good news.”

“She can fly! Those engine nacelles may not be at one hundred percent, but if we get power to them she’ll fly under impulse."

"With some jumper cables, and one of our shuttles’ power packs hooked up to her, I’m sure those engines will work.”

“Give me a couple of months to work on her to get all the circuitry integrated; I’ll have her flying, like a ruptured duck.

“Jeez Dwayne I don’t have a couple of months can you rig her to get her up to the Monarch today?”

“That’s a tall order Ch..Commodore. Let me talk it over with Pete and Don."

"I’m pretty sure we can get her to fly, but you will need a skilled pilot to get her to land on the Monarch.”

“What do you mean a skilled pilot we have a lot of shuttle pilots here, what’s the problem?”

“Well sir, she going to fly like a fighter; like one of those Earth Defense fighters, the one’s that need a runway."

"This thing has no hovering capacity as yet. I think the Klingons know it too, the way they brought it in here.”

“I see; what if we had a kill switch installed for the impulse engines, and just reverted to thrusters to land her?”

“Yea, that would work; I can get right on if you want Mike, Commodore; Sir.”

“Sure get started on it; I’ll get Kahlest to give you some help. They have to start cooperating some time.”

We both walked over to Kahlest and I explained what our inspection found and wanted his permission to start a few modifications and repairs on his shuttle.

I also wanted one of his crew to assist Dwayne, so the pilot operator would know what was being done.

I recommended that it be someone who would be assigned to operate it on a steady basis; and not have it conflict with his Monarch operations officer’s duties.

Kahlest looked over at his crew and then called out for “Kadra”, to come over and talk to us.

Kadra, who was sitting by herself, was a good looking female by any humanoid standards.

She got up, leisurely walked over and postured herself in front of Kahlest.

The conversation was off the translator so I didn’t quite understand what they were talking about, but she sure didn’t seem enthused.

She had her arms folded and called over her shoulder to ‘PagHal Hon’Tihl’, the Interrogation Officer, who was at our initial meeting.

What followed was a long discussion, more like an argument, with much gesturing and shouting on Hoh’Tihl’s side, and a lot of whining and pouting on her end.

In the meantime Kahlest told me her name was Kadra Unagroth, Hon’Tihl’s intended, and not part part of his immediate family.

“She is useless,” Kahlest scoffed, “I don’t know what he sees in her; but she can operate a shuttle.”

It was obvious to Dwayne what Hon’Tihl saw in Kadra. He was all smiles when he saw his new helper.

“Alright Dwayne”, I finally announced, “this is your shuttle operator you will be working with, so go over to Ogs' shuttle and get yourself a translator, and get Miss Unagaroth a comm. badge.”

“Also pass the word to Mr. Comet to pass out those comm. badges to the Klingons, and to let them know that they are tuned to our frequencies.”

“Inform Pete and Don of what you are doing, then head over to the hanger shop and get what you need.”

“If you need additional help, let Captain Kahlest know what you need, I’m sure he will gladly get someone to help.”

“Is that okay with you Captain,” I asked Kahlest?

“Um, sure Commodore, anything that we can assist you with, we will do.”

While we were talking the security team showed up. Nine people showed up, our mission must rate.

“I am Sergeant Clemmons reporting for embarkation inspection of your outgoing fleet, sir.”

“Captain Smith also said you were looking for recruits’ sir. That’s Officer Fleming, Officer Carney and Officer Flanagan, over there waiting to talk to you, sir.”

“Where would you like us to start, sir?” he asked.

“Start with our two shuttles first, then do Captain Kahlest’s rhino over there, and I hope you are prepared to embark with us; or do you have your own shuttle to take you to the Monarch freighter, we leased??

“After we inspect these shuttles we will draw our own department shuttle, sir."

"We would like to be the second shuttle to board the freighter, sir, if that’s convenient?”

“I have no problem Sergeant, do you Captain?”

“Err, no sir whatever you say, Commodore.” Kahlest looked a little perplexed.

I don’t know if it was that he wasn’t prepared to be deferred to on decisions, or there was something on the ship that would cause us some trouble.

Sergeant Clemmons went about his business, and Kahlest and I went over to meet our new security “recruits”.

Officer Fleming was about my height, but thicker.

Officer Carney looked like his pet monkey; I don’t think he was over five foot six with his shoes on.

He had the face and hands like a prize fighter and his two front teeth were missing.

Officer Flanagan was a stocky woman with huge breast, a pleasant smiling face and red hair that looked like she went to the same hair dresser as Nichelle Bushong.

“Greetings, Officer Flaming, Officer Carney,” spoke up Kahlest, with a big grin on his face. “Is there any trouble Officers?”

“Not yet Kluge, you ready to start some again,” answered Officer Fleming?

“No, No officers, I just wanted to say hello and tell you we are all now changed men. We are traders in commerce no less.”

“Well we aren’t in the market for any stock today Kluge, Thanks anyway."

"We heard you were on a pleasure cruise and we figure we would just tag along for the ride, if that’s all right with the Commodore here.”

“In that case I will leave you in his good hands, I will see you later.” The emphasis was on the will, from Kahlest.

“I gather you know each other,” I noted. “By the way his real name is Kahlest.”

“Kahlest! Yes sir, we’ve tangle a few times, haven't we Carney.”

“Yea the bloody batherds,” Carney replied. His missing teeth didn’t help is diction either.

“I had to get a few released from the brig, was it for fighting?” I queried.

“No sir, fighting with them is just our exercise,” spoke up Officer Fleming, “the cheap bustards wouldn’t pay their bar tab, or their meal tab, or their quarters cost, you name it.”

“If they didn’t like what they were being charged they would start swinging."

"It usually took two or three of us to get then under control enough, so Janie here could stun ‘em.”

“Yea the bloody batherds, if you fights one, you end up fighting’ them all, the bloody batherds,” interjected Carney.

I looked to Jane Flanagan, “I suppose you didn’t have to trade blows with any of them.”

“Oh no sir, I just tagged along to see that the Klingons weren’t hurt."

"When I saw these two starting to wheeze or their tongues hanging out, I figured it was time to quit their exercising, so I stunned them."

'You know over exercising will cramp up your muscles.”

“You’re only supposed to stun the bloody Klingons not us too, ya bloody cork,” mumbled Carney.

“I only did that one time,” she replied, “and it was payback for you stunning me.”

“You mean your own partners stunned you,” I asked?

“Yes sir, these two Galahads won’t arrest an unruly female so I have to do it for them, and those Klingon women are almost as bad as the men.”

“If the men are in a donnybrook they join right in, so I get stuck wrestling with the women, and dummy here (she pointed to Carney) zaps me instead of the Klingon."

"I was out for about fifteen minutes.”

“Well you bloody cork; I told you not to wrestling on the floor like it was a bloody love fest,” Piped Carney, “I told you it was a mistake. Tell her Flem.”

“You must excuse my partners here sir, their sort of engaged,” quipped Officer Fleming.

“We are not,” they both shouted. That parlayed another argument between the two “Lovers”.

“You see sir, this is what happens when you’re stuck in an escape pod for four days."

"We were Fleet Marines on the Paragon when she got destroyed during the return to DS-9.”

“I didn’t know any of those ships carried Marines.”

“Well you know they were hurting for crews, at that time, especially for the Centaur class vessels.”

“Almost half of the crew on the Paragon was marine volunteers like us. I was a cannon crewman, Barker was an armorer, and Janie was in communications."

"I first met them both when I dragged them to the escape pod when we had to abandon ship."

"We were lucky to get out alive.”

“Yeah, and that pod is only supposed to be for two people, not three. You should have thrown the little pervert out,” remarked Jane.

“Cripes all mighty Danny, why didn’t you pick a gal with less T&A, at least we could have played cards."

"We didn’t have enough room to shuffle a deck with her with us.”

“As you can see Sir, we’re a team,” remarked Officer Fleming.

“Okay my friends, do you see that lady with the blue suit on by that shuttle?” I pointed out Be’nen.

“Report to her and stand by, I have to get back to that Klingon shuttle, and see what is going on.”

I went over to check on Dwayne, and his Klingon pilot, to check on their progress.

“Commodore, when I plugged in that power pack the whole bridge lit up like a Christmas tree,” announced Dwayne.

“Kadra helped me out an awful lot, she’s real smart.”

Kadra kind of smirked and said through her translator, “He thinks I’m smart because I can read and understand Klingon.”

She was shaking her head, while Dwayne just kept grinning at her.

“Commodore, I would like your permission to download some federation specs, so I can get these Klingon computers to work more efficient with the engine nacelles,” asked Dwayne?

“I don’t think we can do that Dwayne. I’m sure it’s a violation of Star Fleet regulations to furnish federation technology to vessels other than the fleet."

"Let me call Mr. Comet over here to take look at what you have done, and see what he can do.”

I called over Larry on my comm. badge and asked him to bring his computer gear over and see if he could work out some of the bugs in the Klingons’ shuttle computer system.

Most people have a pers-comp about the size of an old style book.

Larry’s was the size of a good sized suitcase.

It was almost as big as the shuttle power pack that Dwayne had installed.

Larry plugged in his console into the power pack, then took out a standard looking engineer tri-corder, with probe, and asked Dwayne to re-probe all the sites that he tested in the command section.

After Dwayne hit all the sites Larry hooked up a jumper cable to the navigation console and started working through his display.

Larry then ordered, “Computer, download Mary Jane.”

‘Download complete.’ Exclaimed the computer’s voice.

“Computer this is Lawrence Morris Comet, identification number 17A29BZ, recognize voice print for maintenance and servicing instructions.”

‘Lawrence Morris Comet, identification number 17A29BZ, is recognized for maintenance and servicing instructions, you are cleared for processing.’

“Computer: main frame A-Z is off line, establish backup at Nav 1, Klingon.”

‘Insufficient space, information requires one quad GGB.’ The computer answered.

“Computer: transfer one quad GGB navigation schematics for other than Sol System into Comet Drive A.”

‘Working; download complete.’

“Computer: main frame A-Z is off line, establish backup at Nav1, Klingon.”

‘Backup parameters set, awaiting input.’

“Computer: recognize Eng 1, Klingon.”

‘Eng1, Klingon recognized.’

“Computer: recognize Com 1, Klingon.”

‘Com 1, Klingon recognized.’

“Computer: recognize Cmd 1, Klingon.”

‘Cmd 1, Klingon recognized.’

“Computer: recognize Env1, Klingon.”

‘Env1, Klingon recognized.’

“Computer: recognize all Def & Wep, Klingon.”

“Def, Klingon recognized; Wep, not on line.”

“Mike, you’ll have to hook up the weapons system later. For now let’s see if we can get those engines nacelle recognized.”

“Computer run Eng1, Klingon, diagnostics. Display and display errors on Comet1”

‘Working.’

Larry’s console started displaying all the circuitry that the computer had access to.

When a connection error was displayed, Dwayne hurried over with a tester, and jumpers, to make all pertinent corrections.

Most of the error messages were of minor problems that could be corrected and finalized later.

The biggest error that couldn’t be corrected was getting the Nacelles to work at hover through the Klingon navigation console.

The nacelles would need more extensive repairs on the ship or in a space dock.

The operator would still have to cut the engines and land the shuttle with thrusters only. Other than that she was ready to fly.

Larry then asked the computer to download a language recognition program and then asked that it recognize all Klingon voice recognition protocol programs, Earth standard, and Bajoran.

He then asked Kahlest to follow up with himself, and his shuttle crew, with their personal IDs, to voice print on to the shuttles computer data base.

Kahlest’s only comment about the reprogramming was about having a female computer voice, he didn’t like it.

Larry told him why he downloaded the female voice parameters to it was because his designated shuttle pilot was female, they should get along a lot better.

Besides that most Star Fleet vessels used the same voice programming, so communications and idioms would conform better.

Kahlest was still dubious, but he accepted it.

“I’m done for now here Mike, do you want to help me with this stuff I have here?”

“Sure Larry,” I replied, “but first I want you Captain, to get the shuttle ready for embarkation.”

“We also need the get the customs people in here to do their inspection.”

“When they are done, I recommend that you take Mr. Barkley and only the people you need to restart the Monarch’s systems”.

“You can bring up the rest of your crew later if you have to."

"Will they need suits?”

“No Commodore,” he replied, “the environmental systems were left on, but at low power. We can access the bridge through one of the top hatches.”

“Okay then I’ll get our people loaded, and call me when the customs inspectors are ready to follow you up; we will be right behind you.”

Once away from the Klingons I asked Larry, “What was going on?”

“You know Mike those Klingon Birds of Prey are a lot smaller than our cruisers. I bet their computer core is about the same as on the Monarch, or even a J-Class freighter.”

“Those bridge stations are really stand alone computers that net work, not like a federation vessel that has a huge computer core with slave stations."

"What I just did was copy and down load all the computer files to my pers-comp here.”

“How did you do that? It didn’t sound like you were doing that to me.”

“That’s the way it’s supposed to happen. While you listen to me talking to Mary Jane nobody watches my key board."

"It’s an old school trick, but it works. And Mary Jane talks to me any time I want her to.”

“I have to get these data chips I copied over to Ms. Tash, I think her friend the Admiral might be interested in what was in those files. It will at least be an historical file.”

Larry was chuckling to himself now.

We walked togther up to Be’nen, and Larry gave her the chips.

“A present for your friends Ms. Tash,” he said.

She still wasn’t ready to talk to me. I had to ask her how she made out with our three new recruits.

“They are signed in, Michael, and Staunn is doing a preliminary scan now."

"Is that thing really going to fly? You aren’t going up in it are you, It doesn’t look like its’ safe to me.”

“No Be’nen, I will be traveling with you in my cozy Commodore shuttle”.

“The Rhino should be no problem, I’m confident of the work that Mr. Barkley and Mr. Comet did.”

“I think you should put in a general call for our people to start boarding. Then start your preflight operations with the Luna port tower."

"As soon as we get customs clearance we will be ready to go.”

Officer Fleming and Officer Carney elected to join Og’s shuttle.

Officer Flanagan would fly up with us.

Ever sense she met Nichelle, it was like one continuous conversation going on, like they were long lost relatives, maybe it was because of their matching hair styles.

I was sitting outside on the shuttle nacelles waiting for the customs clearance, when the customs shuttle showed up.

Staunn came out side and sat with me.

She didn’t say a word she just looped her arm through mine and leaned on my shoulder.

“It’ll be alright Staunn, we’ll get through this. Its’ all downhill from now on,” I told her.

Little did I know that the downhill run would be more like dropping off a cliff?
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Old May 3 2014, 07:18 PM   #22
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor

By T.M. Flavin

Book One – The Monarch

Chapter Sixteen - What buying unseen gets you!

Day Eleven

Taking off from Luna port wasn’t too bad.

Sergeant Clemmons changed his mind and decided to ride along with Kahlest in his shutle, along with one other inspector, to be with the first to board the Monarch.

Over half the Klingons were left at Luna port to await a returning shuttle.

Our team’s two shuttles followed the Customs shuttle.

Approaching the Monarch was still a little tricky. It had a slow roll to keep it from roasting its insides.

I could only imagine what the ship’s temperature, and environment, was like at minimum power, especially after six months.

Kadra did a good job piloting the Rhino.

Cutting the impulse engines and landing that shuttle with thrusters, at that top hatch of the ship, took a lot of skill.

Kahlest, Kadra and Barkley had kept up a steady dialog during the docking procedures.

I wondered who would really take the credit for the safe docking.

About fifteen minutes later the bridge lights came on.

I then got a call from Sergeant Clemmons to stand by.

About fifteen minutes later, Sergeant Clemmons gave us another call.

“Commodore, bring your shuttle into the port side when we open the landing bay door.”

“Bring your shuttle in very slowly and as far forward as you can to allow my shuttle in behind you."

"Be careful there is a lot of debris in the shuttle bay.”

“The other shuttle will have to wait until we get power to the starboard bay door, before it can enter."

"There is also a lot of debris in that bay too, so both pilots must exercise caution.”

“I can tell you right now Commodore; we don’t plan on staying here long.”

He wasn’t kidding about debris.

In the port landing area were there should be enough room for two shuttles there was barely enough room for one to slide in.

Be’nen took our shuttle in until it nosed up against the front bulk head.

The customs shuttle was behind us so close, that if our shuttle number two was there you couldn’t open the back hatch.

Their shuttle just cleared the bay doors by less than a meter.

Sergeant Clemmons met me at my shuttle side door.

“Sir, I am informing you now that you are going nowhere with this ship the way she is loaded.”

“I can guess right now she is way overloaded, and with all this mass aboard it would be like a missile.”

“No one is going to give you a permit to transit Sol system until you clean up this mess.”

“You have thirty days before we will return and perform another inspection.”

“If things aren’t corrected enough to get a certificate of transit, she’s headed for the sun."

"I’m sorry sir, but that’s the way it is.”

“I understand Sergeant; I’ll get right on it.”

“Okay sir, would you please vacate the landing bay so we can be on our way. Good Luck sir, you really need it.”

I said, ‘thank you’, and had our crew vacate the landing bay.
Kahlest then unpressurized the landing bay and the custom shuttle backed out and left.

He then closed the doors and re-pressurized the landing area.

There were no energy protective screens at the entrances on this old dog; the doors to the shuttle bay did all the work.

We then went over to the starboard bay where Kahlest wrestled with the controls to get our other shuttle in.

The mess of debris I saw was astounding.

There was everything from two or three shuttle craft skeletons, to shipping crates, to boxes, to just parts, scattered all over the place.

I now knew how Kahlest managed to steel his ship.

The whole ship was a storage bin of scrap metal and spare parts.

It came from storage depot salvage yard.

Nobody probably even missed it.

When the Starboard bay was re-pressurized, and my shocked crew was all together I told Kahlest: “Okay Captain let’s all take the tour and head for the bridge to start off.”

C deck cargo area had a freight transporter that looked like it might have been still serviceable.

Everything was filthy.

Staunn walked up to me and held on to my hand.

I must have been as ill looking as I felt.

B deck cargo hold was also filled with all sorts of stuff, most if it in bins.

A deck was a passenger deck.

This kind of confirmed what I thought, she was and old colony service ship, probably carrying people, and supplies, to a mining colony.

She sure wasn’t a luxury liner.

All the rooms were filled with crap.

Most were stripped, and one thing I noticed they all had lock bars on the outsides of the doors.

She was also probably a onetime slaver, or prison transport ship.

You could still see some of the writing on the walls, and doors, some of it in Earth Standard.

Also on A deck were two large lavatories, a bare infirmary, a combined purser and security office, an individual personnel transporter, an environmental control station and a common room.

We surmised that from some of the still legible Earth Standard labeling on the bulkhead walls.

The common room was at least free of debris, but like the rest of the ship, it was dirty.

I didn’t think the Klingons were planning to stay on the ship too long.

How and why they ended on the moon is still a mystery, and Kahlest isn’t talking.

The Main deck was more livable looking, but not much more.
Kadra, and Barkley, were there.

Barkley was wondering out loud as to how did we get into this mess?

He wasn’t alone.

I asked every one to take a break I had something to say.

I turned to Kahlest and asked: “Well Captain it looks like your salvage mission starts right now, are you ready for this?”

Kahlest didn’t look to happy about the situation he was in either but he said: “Yes Commodore we will do our best.”

“I would like to make a few suggestions, and make a few points of interest.”

“First of all me, and my crew, are advisors, we will assist you in any way to help you succeed, but we won’t be doing all of your work for you: that’s not our job."

"You have the responsibility to clean up this ship and make it your home ship, for you and the Bajorans, who will be working crew for you.”

“The first thing I suggest is that you appoint one of your people a Purser and another a Loadmaster.”

“I suggest you appoint your wife as Purser."

"You have a ship to run, and those are administrative jobs you don’t need to be doing on a day to day basis."

"I’m asking Be’nen to assist your wife in getting started.”

“I will give you a roster of our personnel and what their capabilities are; I suggest you try to get your people paired up with them until you get Bajorans to replace them.”

“From that roster I suggest you set up a watch list for a twenty four hour ship’s operation, get use to it."

"That will be three eight Earth hour shifts.”

“With your permission Captain, I would like Mr. Comet to get to work immediately on the ships computers.”

“I want an information dump from them scheduled in six hours.”

“He will coordinate with Luna port."

"I’m sure these computers are going to need a lot of information, and systems, updating.”

“Mr. Comet, Captain Kahlest will need the latest Engineer SOPs for recovery and salvage procedures."

"He will also need a list of Federation rules, and regulations, pertaining to family freight operations.”

“See if you can get the crew manifest for the Monarch, when she was last manned by Federation owners."

"If not get a manifest for a fifty man crewed ship, maybe like the Defiant class cruiser, so the Captain can use it as a guide in assigning his personnel to the new positions.”

“Captain Kahlest will provide you an assistant as soon as he can but, I would like you to start right after this meeting.”

“Yes, sir, right away,” Larry confirmed.

“I’ll bring my tool kit right up and get started.”

“Mr. Og, did you see the freight transporter?”

“Here sir, yes I did”, he replied.

“Good, your exceptional skills as a merchant will really be needed to complete this job and get us out of here.”

“Who me sir; Just what are we talking about here?”

“Mr. Og I want you to sell, trade, recycle, and dispose of all this material not belonging in this ship, in any way you can to all the moon bases, not just Luna port.”

“You got to be kidding Commodore. There must be tons of material here and you expect me to get rid of it all?”

“Yes Mr. Og, it’s the sale of a life time."

"Do you know how much it cost to ship materials to the moon, extraordinary amounts, and you have a ship load of stuff.”

“Metals, spare parts, even night soil for fertilizer, if I can guess what’s in our holding tanks."

"And Mr. Og, they have replicators on the moon, and you know what replicators need, raw material, and we have a ship load of it.”

“Yes, Yes Captain I see, I see what you mean. We will make a fortune.”

“Just get us what we need to get this ship resupplied, and livable, Mr. Og” I replied.

“I would like Officer Flanagan to assist you, and your Dabo crew; and Larry get as many parts catalogs as you can get loaded in to the system, so Og can maybe cross reference what we have here and make use of it.”

“I understand Mike,” Larry replied.

“Engineers, and Maintenance men, you know where the engine room is, so please go there and assist the Monarch crew; I’m sure there will be a lot of calls once we get rolling.”

“Recovery section, would you please start on cleaning out the passenger quarters.”

“We may be here for a month, and I don’t think you all want to stay in a shuttle craft."

"Use your tricorders to record what you pick up, and take down to Og.”

“I would like you to also survey those shuttle craft too.”

“You people know the drill. Anything with serial numbers, part numbers and languages needs to be cataloged.”

“Any information disks, or isolinear chips, get them to Ms. Tash."

"Captain Kahlest will be assigning help as soon as he gets all of his people here on board.”

“I will be with Dr. Tehk helping in the infirmary, if anyone needs me.”

“I’m sure you all have questions, but for right now let’s hold off until Mr. Comet gets the computer dump finished.”

“The next meeting will be in about six hours. Let’s get to work.”

With that they all started moving to where they needed to go.

Officer Fleming and Carney came up to me and asked me what they wanted them specifically to do.

I told them I thought there was a security office connected to the pursers’ office.

They were to go there and get started.

I also wanted them to start scouting around for anything that looked like weapons or weapons material, and start to an armory in some storage bin that might be available, to keep the findings locked up.

Be’nen and Staunn were waiting for me when I went over to Kahlest and suggested it would be alright now to use his shuttle to pick up the rest of his people at Luna port.

He said, “Sure, Commodore, we have a lot of work to do.”

I told him I would like Mr. Barkley to go along with Kadra to smooth over any language problems with port authorities.

“I agree,” he said, and then ordered Kadra to take the shuttle back to Luna port, with Mr. Barkley on communications.

I informed Pete, and Don on my com badge, of where Dwayne was going.

I then called Be’nen over to us.

“Be’nen when you get a chance; would you to inform the Bajoran Embassy, on Earth, of what is going on here with the Monarch.”

“See if you can recruit some help from those Bajorans who want to work their passage back to Bajor, and get them to start early."

"We could pick them up at space dock with the Rhino shuttle if they are willing to come.”

I then took Be’nen by the arm and Staunn by the hand and made our way back down to A deck.

The Pursers office was bare except for a computer terminal, not even a desk.

When I turned on the terminal it flashed on and off, mostly in Klingon.

Larry was busy with the main computers so it would be awhile before we could send any traffic.

The Security section looked fairly well lived in.

It even had extra desk and chairs, and what looked like a coffee maker (?), or whatever the Klingons drank.

Officers Fleming and Carney were there turning on buttons, checking connections and trying to tidy up the place.

I asked them if they could move one of the desks over to the Pursers office side, and give Be’nen a few chairs to sit on.

They obliged her gladly.

The infirmary was as bare as the Purser’s office.

Only half of the overhead lights worked.

The examination table was an original Star Fleet model that I had seen only in videos.

All the cupboards were bare except for some data file disks that were strewn about the place.

The terminal lit up, but the monitor was broken.

Staunn asked me to help her bring her equipment up from the shuttle.

She then asked me if we planned to sleep in this dump.

I said no, that I planned to stay in the shuttle with her and her mother, unless they preferred different.

Be’nen was still not talking to me.

We all then trudged down to the shuttle.

A deck seemed to be in a acquiring a cloud of dust with all the movement of materials, and trying to sweep out the cubicles, with the one or two brooms that were found.

At the shuttle I grabbed a cup of coffee, and a roll from the on board replicator, while the two women changed clothing.

They had to empty out my suit case because neither one had any work clothes.

Staunn had only Medic smocks and Be’nen only her business suits. So they both had to wear one of my red “Commodore” shirts.

Be’nen found my denim trousers and put them on.

Two of my civilian shirts were cut up into hair scarves.

Before we exited Be’nen cornered me and asked me if I was angry with her.

“No,” I said, “are you angry with me?”

“You seemed to have lost your smile since Luna port."

"I supposed you ware angry at me for the way things turned out.”

“I do not get angry, I’m a Vulcan and Vulcans don’t get angry, they are logical beings,” she replied.

“Well bless your little Vulcan heart,” I said as I embraced her and gave her a kiss.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She gasped.

Just then Staunn came in and asked, “What’s going on here, are you having a fight?”

“No,” I said, “I’m trying to mind meld with you mother, she doesn’t think I love her.”

So I kissed Be’nen again and shoved my tongue in her mouth as far as I could.

She gasped again and said. “You are just a typical human male pervert who wants to have sex with me.”

“Yes I do! Yes I do! Right now, let’s get it on."

"I want to show you how much I love you, even when you are wearing work clothes, you turn me on.”

“Get away from me you crazy human, Staunn help me I’m being molested.”

Staunn started giggling.

“Don’t help her Staunn, I’m in pon farr; help me get my pants off,” I shouted.

There was much wrestling and rolling around the floor of that little shuttle compartment.

Staunn finally got my belt loosened and then Be’nen said; “I’ll fix you.”

She then pulled my pants down to my ankles, then grabbed Staunn and both ran out the door, leaving me gasping for breath.

I shouted out, “Be’nen you’re just like I thought, a big tease.”

“Be quiet you, you oversexed playboy.” She shouted back.

She then slammed the shuttle side door and took off with Staunn who was laughing and screeching, “I’ll be back, Michael, I’ll be back, wait for me.”

What Be’nen then said was a little muffled by the closed door.

After I reassembled my dignity, I gathered up my pers-comp went outside and looked for a place to hook up a power slave cable, for the shuttle.

After I moved about two hundred pounds of junk I found an outlet on the bulk head wall and plugged in the cable.

When I went into the cargo area to walk to the stairway my people were looking at me with big smile on their faces.

They had heard our lovers scuffle; so I waved to them and headed for B deck.

On B deck, Og, and the Dabo girls, were looking for me too.

They were all alone so I went over to them to see how things were going.

I didn’t see any Klingons around.

I asked Og; “Has Kahlest sent you any help yet?”

“Not yet Captain, I don’t think the shuttle has arrived yet."

"We have been trying to scan some of the materials around here, but the computer is still not on line for trade actions.”

I put an immediate comm. badge call in for Kahlest;

“Captain, have you appointed a load master yet?”

“No sir I’m having interviews with my officers now," he answered.

"Some are reluctant to be assigned civilian positions; they would rather have the Bajorans do the laborers tasks.”

“What! You tell them that this is not a combat ship and if they cannot accept that fact, they can go right back down to the Luna port brig on the next shuttle flight.”

“I suggest you get that Interrogation Officer down here and assist Mr. Og.”

“How in the hell are you going to know what is going on if someone doesn’t learn our supply system."

"Remember our mission.”

“I also recommend that you assign your Weapons Officer, and his crew, to take charge of the Environmental systems."

"I’m sure we have no water that’s potable on this ship."

"Get them working on filters and reclamation."

"Where is your transporter specialist?”

“He hasn’t arrived yet, Commodore”.

“Well when he arrives, put him to work down here.”

“When your wife arrives, talk to her about my recommendation she be your ships’ Purser."

"As a Purser she will be invaluable to you in this operation, if not, have who you select, came and talk to me, or Be’nen.”

“Yes sir, it will be done. Kahlest, out.”

Jeez, temperamental Klingons, that’s all I need.

We weren’t going to be there to help run his ship once we transfer to the Grayson.

I knew what the Klingon manning roster was for a Bird of Prey that Commander Hayes gave me.

These Klingons will have to adjust themselves to operating a civilian ship or were sunk.

I told Og that I didn’t want the girls lifting and hauling all this material, and to make sure the new load master gets his own help.

Og said he would comply, but he didn’t like being alone with the Klingons.

He also told me that he saw the Ferengi shuttle in the landing bay.

I told him I under stood, and said I would get Officer Fleming to set up his armory down here in one of these storage rooms, and work with Officer Flanagan, both would help in assisting him.

I also told him that as soon as Officer Fleming got here, he should send the Dabo girls up to the common room to work.

The place needed somebody to take charge of it because as soon as the computers were straightened out, I wanted to order food, and the place was a mess.

Besides that I thought they would make better looking waitresses than the Klingons.

Og kind of scowled, but the girls looked happier.

I then called Officer Fleming on my comm. badge, and asked him to set up his armory shop in the B deck storage area, and to assist Mr. Og as necessary.

Then I was off to see what other fires had to be put out.
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor

By T.M. Flavin

Book One – The Monarch

Chapter Seventeen - Making do with the Monarch mess.

Day Eleven

I went up to A deck, and set my pers-comp on Be’nen’s desk.

She was just sitting there with her hands folded with her usual amused look on her face.

“Did you get a chance to get a call out to Bajoran Embassy yet,” I asked.

“No, Sir, the computer is still not working properly yet. I’m just waiting for directions from my lord and master.”

I stuck my tongue out at her and walked over to the infirmary to see how Staunn was making out.

“Come in Michael, come in. You can lock the door behind you so we won’t be disturbed.” she yelled out.

“I got the examination table all wiped up for you daily exam.”

I told her I had to check out the personnel transporter down the corridor, and ducked out of there fast.

She thought that was funny, and actually called me a coward when I scooted down the hall.

The transporter was not working because it wasn’t even turned on, so I looked around for the area lights and startup switches.

When the transporter started to warm up it started flashing warning signs, and talking in Klingon.

So I spoke out; “Computer, I do not understand Klingon.”

There was a slight pause then the computer spoke in Earth Standard: “Warning, malfunction, this transporter will not transport with in required parameters for living personnel.”

Then it kept repeating the message.

“Computer,” I asked. “Can this transporter be used for inert materials, for example, emergency food packs, liquid containers, and tools?”

'Working; that is affirmative.'

'This transporter is primarily for living personnel.'

'The shipment of supplies, and cargo, should be done at the B deck station.”

“Computer: this is Michael Thomas of Star Fleet Engineers Advisory and Assistance Group – Bajor, the lease holder of this vessel, commanded by Captain Kahlest”.

“I ask for an override of normal operations to permit transporting of food stuffs, liquid containers and tools; no personal transport override is requested. Acknowledge.”

“Working: Procedure is authorized, by your authority.”

“Computer: establish coordinates for transporter operations at Luna port, General Services and Supply; Tycho City and New Berlin, central terminals on planet of the Earths’ satellite moon; in preparation to receive shipments.”

“Working, all sites coordinates registered.'

'Recommend orbital instead of stationary rotation for prevention of transporter loss through transmission error, due to age and state of repair of this transporter.”

“Acknowledged; Flag a message to Captain Kahlest recommending he request a move from stationary orbit to rotational orbit for transporter efficiency.”

“Acknowleged, flagged message sent as requested.”

I then walked over to the security section and told Carney that I wanted to take one of his monitors over to the infirmary.

Be’nen informed me that as the computer is now working, she had sent out a communications file to the Bajoran Embassy, but it would probably take an hour to get a reply due to the obsolete subspace transceivers on the ship.

I acknowledge the information and said; “Okay, let me know what they think.”

At the infirmary I hooked up the monitor to her console and asked Staunn to sit beside me while I tried to order medical supplies for her.

Then we started off.

“Computer: state ships origin and last known federation registration number.”

“Working, ships classification is Monarch P, class IX.”

“The USS Monarch, manufactured star date 2279, at Monarch Industries Sol IV assembly station, Mars, Sol system, registration number USS 3574, for the Alpha Centauri Mining Consortium, Moinmar.”

“Computer: search for human medical records.”

“Working: There are three hundred fifty six complete, and fragmentary, records available.”

“Computer: establish an historical file of all the records of human medical records.”

“Establish a new database for current on board personnel, to include Human, Klingon, Vulcan, Ferengi, Dabo and Bajoran, per initial input by Dr. Staunn Tech, acting medical Officer.”

“Working: historical file established. Input current data.”

Staunn then plugged in her per’s comp and downloaded her files.

“Computer: inter face with diagnostic examination table; give capabilities for accurate diagnosis for all races currently on file.”

“Working: Human 96%, Bajoran 90%, Ferengi 86%, Vulcan 86%, Klingon 75%, Dabo 50%”

“Computer: run class one medical equipment diagnostic, post errors and recommended modifications for repairs and service, match and compare with diagnostic table at Luna port dispensary, allow for current tables' obsoleteness.'

'Flagg results to Chief Engineer Hon’Tihl and Comm. Tech Comet.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Computer: search for last inventory of infirmary supplies and medications.”

“Working: no records available.”

“Computer: Search records of Luna port, Tyco City, and New Berlin for initial issue of medical supplies and medication for a Star Fleet vessel manned with approximately fifty personnel, example: USS Defiant class. Record and file.”

“Working: (it took about fifteen minutes to get it) Search complete and record on file.”

“Computer: request immediate order and shipment, by medical priority, of an initial issue of medical equipment, plus medication and supplies for thirty days, for human and non-humans on record, thru Luna port General Supply office, on my authority, with remarks: current account is with USS Daisy (shuttlecraft), USS Dandelion (shuttle craft)."

"Attention: Add: USS Monarch 3574 (Leased Vessel) with shuttle craft “Rhino”."

"Supplies may be received at A deck transporter in containers not larger than 1m x 1m x 1m, and not more than sixty kilos each container.”

“Working: message was sent as memo as it was outside regular Star Fleet requisition procedures.”

“Would you like correct procedures and programs copied and filed for future use?”

“Affirmative; inform myself, or Dr. Tehk, when materials are ready for transporter shipping."

"Flagg Captain Kahlest, and the designated Purser on record, of the actions taken.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Computer; this is an emergency supply request to Luna port General Supply office, on my authority."

"Request emergency, or field rations to include breakfast, lunch and diners for all assigned personnel for a minimum period of twenty four hours”.

“Routine orders through regular supply requisitions are to follow, for approximately thirty days, to include water and normal side beverages.”

“ATTENTION: this ship has no replicators and has no potable water on board at this time, it also has three Klingon children, including one infant on board.”

“Inform by note of this action to the Captain, and the designated Purser.”

“Acknowledged.”

By the time I finished all of my initial orders, Staunn had came over to where I was sitting at least three times to hug me and kiss my neck.

She was genuinely happy to be setting up shop in this little rat’s nest of an infirmary.

She was actually humming while she rubbed, and scraped away at, of at least twenty five years of grit, and grime.

“Well doctor,” I said to her, “I have to leave you now to go over and pester your mother for awhile”.

“I asked that the Dabo girls come up and work in the common room, so if you need any help with your supplies, they can assist you.”

“This place is pretty stinky,” she said.

“I’ll get it cleaned up."

"I don’t want to hang up my name plate on a dump."

"I was really worried about our supplies, especially having no water on board, thanks for getting things started.”

I told her to keep working with the computer for any supplies she needed, while setting up shop.

“All the supply requests from now on would have to go through the Purser, and remember that they probably won’t have a good looking doctor working there at Luna port, but an in house Med Tech; so keep it as simple as you can get.”

Once her inventory is on the record, her computer would do the hard work of reordering for her.

“Yes Michael, I almost forgot that we have another ship to set up.”

With that and a hug and a kiss, I went over to see her mother.

Be’nen was talking to the two Dabo girls.

They both asked me what they were supposed to do.

I asked them to see if they can start cleaning and organizing the common room as a fit place to eat.

I informed them that I had ordered emergency rations and medical supplies for the ship, and that the materials would be coming in on the personnel transporter, on this deck.

They were to call me when they started coming in and Officer Carney, and I, would give them a hand with receiving the packages.

They said okay and started looking for something to clean with; rags seemed to be the only things in good supply.

I went over and sat on the edge of Be’nens’ desk.

She still sat there with her hands folded with her amused grin on her face.

“Would you still marry me if I was poor, and in debt,” I asked?

“Are you expecting the Bajoran government to pay for all the materials you just ordered for this disaster we are flying in,” she asked?

“If they don’t, you wouldn’t let me sink in it, would you, lover?” I replied.

“Hmm,” she thought. “No. I would hire you as a servant so you would be able to work to pay off all your debts,” she retorted.

“Ow, that is harsh, what would you have me doing; work as a hired gigolo maybe?”

She harrumphed; “I would buy this wreck and make you clean it all up all by yourself.” She replied.

“All by myself,” I said. “Aren’t you and Staunn coming with me?”

“No! I would send you into orbit so you would only come back every seven years to meet your familial requirements.”

“Well I would be very happy that you would forsake all others for me at pon farr."

"I am honored to be so beloved, I would miss those daily baths though, sweet heart.”

“Yes you would, because you are something of a stinker.”

“I love you too, Be’nen,” I said and I embraced her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“You’re supposed to act professional while on duty, can’t you wait until we get back to our shuttle?”

“No, but I’ll try my best,” I replied.

At that time Mrs. Kahlest arrived with her husband the Captain.

“You wish to see me Commodore?” asked Mrs. Kahlest through her translator.

“Yes Mrs. Kahlest, I would like to discuss with you, and your husband, the ongoing conversion of your present crew from a refugee vessel, to a working merchantman.”

“Your contract calls for a three year mission of salvage and recovery."

"I think if we work together we can set up crew manifest that will be efficient and manageable, while still retaining your family’s identity.”

“I am not sure I understand what my role is, that you are asking me to perform," she asked.

"I will not disrespect my husband.”

“I am only suggesting that you only assist your husband in the operation of this ship."

" The Captain, your husband will be responsible for running this ship.”

“The position I’m suggesting that you take is that of the ships Purser. In essence you would be the chief administrative officer, answerable only to the Captain.”

“The Purser would be responsible for administrative actions concerning the hiring of personnel, maintaining the crew roster, with the Captain; records keeping, ships financial and information operations, plus the pay and welfare of all personnel.”

“It is an important job, and it takes the mundane operations off the back of the captain, so he can run this ship and do his mission.”

“You ask a lot of my wife, Commodore,” said Kahlest.

“Captain Kahlest, my guess is that you are used to working with a twelve man crew. Like for a small B’rel class Bird of Prey, this ship is a lot different.”

“You managed to get it here to Earth space, but now you have a different mission in a family type commercial operation."

"You and your crew must adapt.”

“I will work with your wife, to at least find proper positioning of your family, and crew, within the ship, to support you in performing your mission.”

“You have to remember that with a projected crew of about fifty personnel for a ship this size, it will have to include Bajorans, you can’t do it all yourself.”

“Now your authority to delegate is magnified by four."

" You need to keep your family in the picture, to keep a handle on things.”

“D’Gor, I will do this, my husband,” interrupted Mrs. Kahlest.

“Commodore, my husband must return to the bridge, he has more important thing to attend to.”

“I agree,” I replied.

Kahlest took a long look at his wife, then nodded and said something that translated as; ‘beloved’, and walked off to the bridge.

“Be careful how you speak to my husband, Commodore, he is not happy with our situation."

"He has been a warrior a long time."

"If it were not for me and the children he probably would have killed you and taken a ship and escaped.”

“I am aware of that Mrs. Kahlest."

"In fact I’m sure of it."

"That is one of the reasons I want you to be the Purser on this ship."

"He will learn to run this ship, and you will know the why it runs.”

“This mission is large, important and I hope profitable for all concerned."

"If he wants that ship I promised, you will all have to work for it, and it won’t be easy I assure you.”

“Are you challenging us Commodore,” asked Mrs. Kahlest?

“Yes,” I replied.

“Ha,” she said. “You weakling humans dare challenge a Klingon?"

"Why, with my master at the helm, I can even make you wealthy. But remember even a Klingon woman can twist the neck of any one of you aboard, if we felt like it.”

Then she looked to Be’nen and said, “Present company aside, Madam Tash.”

Be’nen’s smile tightened a little bit as she just nodded her head.

“Well let’s get started,” I said. “We’ll need a few more chairs.

I went and got two from the security room, and we all sat around the terminal.”

Before we started the two Dabo girls came over and requested assistance with two locked doors in the common room.

They couldn’t get in, so I asked Carney if he could help them out.

He said okay and grabbed his tools.

“At the computer terminal I asked for a copy of the last crew manifest on record."

The computer only displayed the standard twelve man crew for the J class merchantman.”

I then asked for a display Cle Dan Class Repair Tender, and to search Luna base if necessary.

That took about fifteen minutes.

The tender’s crew manifest normally had twenty four crew members.

Next I asked for a display of the present Klingon crew, and family members, with possible qualifications for crew assignment, flag incompatible status.

I got about ten flags.

I then asked for a cross match on the two manifest.

It was a little better only about six flags, three of them for the Klingon children.

“Computer, establish family, and extraneous crew, positions to manifest and place all underage personnel in it.”

That left only three flags.

“Computer, establish four Recovery Section shuttle craft permanent crew positions, with pilot, navigator and engineer mate.”

“Computer, establish Loadmaster position.”

“Computer, establish Cargo position with three permanent positions as handlers, plus cargo transporter operator.”

After a little tweaking I got the combined manifest down to forty five personnel.

I then asked Mrs. Kahlest to fill in the vacancies in the way she thought Kahlest would approve.

It didn’t look to bad; at least all the adults had a job.

I then got to thinking about our mission and how it was on the last recovery mission I was on at Wolf 359.

It was all the bodies we recovered, and had to deal with, that brought back some disturbing suggestions, and the battle sites between Cardassia and DS-9, was probably double that; I was starting to feel real sad.

I told Mrs. Kahlest she had better add a three person mortuary team, and maybe a Bajoran Chaplain.

“Why would we need that,” she asked? “What is a mortuary team? Why would Klingons want to have a Chaplain on board? I don’t understand.”

“To take care of the dead KaLitra, to take care of the dead, that’s what we will do as part of this mission.” I said

Suddenly images flooded my brain, the thousands of casualties that we Engineers had to deal with.

Some were in the destroyed ships, some were floating in space like frozen litter.

They had to be gathered in, identified, and sent into the nearest sun in torpedo shells.

Now I was heading into the same situation.

I looked over at Be’nen and repeated,” To take care of the dead”.

I started to tremble. I had to get away.

“I need to take a break,” I said.

I got up and headed for my shuttle.

I was losing it, and I needed to get myself back together.

I heard Be’nen say, “Michael, Michael, what is wrong, where are you going?”

I scrambled as fast as I could to the Shuttle avoiding all who waved to me, or said Hi.

Inside the shuttle I paced up and down for a few times, then went in and laid down on one of the bunks.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me after all these years, but the images wouldn’t stop.

I had my head in a pillow when Be’nen came in and sat next to me on the bed.

“Michael what is wrong,” she asked?

“I don’t know Be’nen, I guess the thought of our being caught up in a situation again, with all that death, and bringing you and Staunn into it, it just got the best of me.”

“Wolf 359 was a long time ago; I never expected it to affect me like this."

"Am I doing the right thing Be’nen?”

Be’nen leaned over and started stroking my hair.

“Maybe you should have been born a Vulcan; those memories would be controlled better,” she said.

“Don’t ever say that Be’nen,” I said; “if I was a Vulcan I could never really love you, as I do.”

Be’nen looked seriously at me for a second, then she said;

“Captain, I think you need some rest.

She then leaned down and kissed me, and then the lights went out.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Be’nen looked down at her unconscious lover, the man she, and her daughter, planned to wed.

I can’t allow this to happen again’, she thought.

She saw some of his terrors when she first melded with him, but she assumed he held them in check.

“Not completely in check are they Mr. Thomas,” she spoke softly to him.

“I will fix this Michael, even though it is without your consent. It is the least I can do for you.”

“You will remember what you did at Wolf 359, but you will no longer feel the pain. I am taking it away from you.”

“Sleep well Michael, be refreshed when you awake."

"I really can’t abide a troubled mind when I am in pon farr, I need you to keep your focus on me.”

‘And maybe a little on my daughter,’ she smiled at her afterthought.

Day Twelve

When I woke up Staunn was sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Staunn, what are you doing here? What time is it?” I asked.
“I think I better get up and get back to work.”

“No, I don’t think so Michael. You will stay in bed, doctor’s orders."

"When was the last time you ate a meal?”

“I had breakfast with you, remember?” I replied.

“Yes I do, that was eighteen hours ago."

"I have your field rations for you now, so eat them and don’t worry."

"We are now on Earth standard time, and your watch is at midnight. So get some rest.”

“Well what time is it?”

“Its six twenty. Captain Kahlest adopted most of your crew roster, and set up the three shift watch schedule you recommended.”

My mother helped with the pairing of your crew with the Klongons, so all will be working with human, and Klingon partners.

“You have the 2400HRS to 0800HRS shift, for now, according to the Captain.”

“I’m on the eight to four shifts, so I’m off duty now.”

“Captain Kahlest daughter, K’Trelan is assigned as a Med Tech, to work with me, she’s on duty now.”

“She’s putting some of the med supplies you ordered, away now.”

“The only sick person we have is you. And you need special treatment, from me.”

She said that with a smile.

“Thank you, my dear little pixy girl.” I said. “I am hungry, let’s eat.”

After a meal of “mystery” meat in sauce and noodles, crackers, two cookies and a Hi-energy candy bar; I felt like a new man.

Just sitting and chatting with Staunn made me feel better.

Out of the blue I asked her; “Staunn do you think I’m a little weird about how I think about you in our relationship with your mother?"

"I sometimes do feel towards you as my daughter, do you think I’m a pervert for thinking that?”

“Why what a strange idea, what brought that on?”

“Well you know how much I love your mother, but when she isn’t under the influence of pon farr, I don’t know if I will be able to live with her.”

“But you my, sweet pixy girl, I thought first of as only her beautiful little daughter."

"We being lovers that night, kind of caught me by surprise. Am I confusing you?”

“No Michael you are not. I love you. You rescued me. I have lived in the shadow of my mother all my life.”

“I have lived with a woman who has controlled her emotions as a Vulcan."

"Do you know what that meant for me?”

“There was no real love, or affection; there was certainly concern and caring, but no love, as you would know it, being a human with human parents.”

“I am even less of a Vulcan than my mother, I can love my mother, but she was almost incapable of having a loving relationship even with her own daughter.

“You on the other hand radiate love, with all its’ hormonal lust that human males seem to have.”

“I was almost embarrassed at the way you reacted to my mother when we first met."

' I think she was trying to set me up for you only, but something backfired.”

“You see Michael I’ve never had a father, and when you looked at me I sensed your real kindness and affection for me, and I loved you for it.”

“You were supposed to be the safe cure for pon farr, from the isolation, the escape from embarrassment and of its adverse affects on me.”

“Somehow that is all changed; she had never tried seducing a man with me before.”

“She must have been deeper into pon farr than I imagined."

"The reflex to connect through the mind meld changed her; the flood of emotions she encountered within herself, broke down a lot of barriers.”

“She remembers her mother with affection."

"She has discovered that the passion within our relationship has changed her.”

“Mother said you radiated joy when you have sex with her, how is that?”

“How can she say she experiences joy, an emotion, in an act that Vulcan treat as little more that animal instinct, explain that.”

“She is a changed woman, Michael, and I predict that her pon farr syndrome will mellow out and the residue will last for about another fifty years at least, so be prepared.”

“As for me big daddy, you are my man and she is welcome to the leftovers when I’m through with you."

"Are you ready for bed now? I am.”

“Mother said she would be in here by eleven to give you your bath and a late breakfast, so we don’t have much time.”

“Come to papa, my little pixy passion princess,” was my answer.
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Old May 3 2014, 08:28 PM   #24
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor

By T.M. Flavin

Book One – The Monarch

Chapter Eighteen - Night watch on a former slave ship.

Day Thirteen

Being awakened, and then being prepared for my working shift by a Vulcan female, is the height of efficiency.

She practically bounced Staunn out of the bed we were in, then dragged me into the next bed cubical to see that
Staunn had not completely exhausted me, which I declare only took fifteen minutes.

Then it was to the shuttles’ mini shower, with Be’nen making sure we did not miss a spot on either of us; which took another fifteen minutes.

An additional fifteen minutes was to get us both dried and me dressed, in my freshly air showered red Commodore shirt and black trousers.

With a cup of coffee in one hand, a breakfast field ration in the other and a big smack on the lips, from both of my wives, I was out the door of the shuttle, on my way to the bridge.

It made me kind of wonder what our married life was going to be like.

I would never be late for work, that’s for sure.

The bridge of the Monarch is larger than a normal J-Class Merchantman.

Instead of the normal three station con, the Monarch had five.

A captain’s chair with a movable display, the helm, the navigation, communications and environmental stations, completed the bridge layout.

The captain’s display had access to the intercom; inter ship memo, security sites, site to site video messaging and could be tapped in to the external sensors, the same as the main view screen.

The three man night shift I was on was with a Klingon engineer’s mate, Dhivael Deletham, and my communications tech, Nichelle Bushong.

I wondered how they would feel if they knew that my last command was not much more than a pre-programmed freight shuttle to the moon, and back.

Even when I commanded the repair tender at Wolf 359, I was never very far from the mother ship, or a collection point.

Dhivael didn’t seem to be inclined to talk, so I bent Nichelle’s ear a little.

“How are Larry and you getting along with the computer?” I asked Nichelle.

“We have the Captain’s mother-in-law, Onnak, as an assistant.”

“Their Science Officer was assigned to other duties.”

“She doesn’t know a lot about ship board computers, but she has been a great help.”

“I think she likes Larry,” she tittered.

“How’s that,” I asked?

“Well Larry sent her to look about the ship to find some salvageable isolinear chips; when she found one and gave it to Larry, he praised her for doing a good job.”

“She then gave Larry a big Klingon hug and told him she admired such a smart man.”

“After about a half dozen chips and a half dozen hugs, I think Larry was getting a little sore, so he sent her out with a bin basket.”

“Would you believe it Captain she came back with that basket full of chips. Larry was gaga.”

“Evidently the chips were pulled out of the ships computers when they boarded them.”

“By the rack full, by the looks of things, I imagine; probably for the rare metals in them.”

“But you know their kind of tricky to get at those metals extracted without the right equipment, so somebody must have been collecting them for quite a few years, because there was a lot of old ones in there too.”

“What are your plans then?” I asked.

“Do you have any plans to convert this computer?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “It will take a little work, but we can do quite a bit without hurting the present disk drive system.”

“Onnak showed me where she got all the chips from, and we also collected three chip board racks.”

“We then pull one disk rack out, remove the disk drives and trimmed down a section of the chip board rack to fit into the same place.”

“When you’re done, you eliminate four to six disk drive packets, with twelve isolinear chips.”

“You’ve now tripled the capacity, lowered the heat ratio and got rid of all those moving parts.”

“The trick is wiring in the sub-processor relays to the older rack’s power cables, but we worked it out.”

I suggested to Nichelle; “That instead of trying to convert the whole main computer at once, that they should try to do a few upgrades on the ships computer network stations, especially in engineering and the environmental backup systems.”

“Once the Klingon engineering crews get trained up on you, and Larry’s, upgrade ideas, they can do it for themselves.”

“When we get to the recovery site, I expect there will be plenty of spare parts available, and upgrades to our computers would then be on going.”

“Okay sir, I’ll tell him that.”

“I think he would like to move around the ship a little bit more.”

“He’s been at that main computer for almost two days straight.”

“The more he digs into it, the more he finds something else to work on.”

“I know Nichelle,” I replied.

“Larry is a stick to it kind of guy, but these Klingons will have to run this ship without us when we transfer to the Grayson.”

“I don’t want him to get burnt out.”

“Let the Klingons take the lead from now on; remember we’re advisors, not the crew.”

“Don’t you worry sir; I’ll make sure he backs off a little.”

“Good,” I said.

I then asked the computer to display any messages that I might have.

A message from Be’nen was; ‘We have not only fifty volunteers ready and waiting to get on board the Monarch, there was at least two hundred fifty waiting on Earth’s Space Dock, that were willing to act as crew’.

I then posted a note to Kahlest; recommending that he send the Rhino to pick up some additional crew members.

He should send its assigned crew to Earth Space Dock, and to include Mr. Barkley to prevent any language difficulties in coordinating shuttle services.

I further recommended they pick up only twelve crew qualified personnel, to come with only one suitcase, and maybe their personal tool kit, and with no children.

He should schedule a three day round trip, one 24 hour trip to space dock, one 24 hour period for an administrative layover, for shuttle servicing and personnel collection, and one day for the return trip.

The shuttling of personnel would continue until he had completed the Monarch’s full crew complement.

Tea cup, and Carney, messaged me suggesting that I take a look at the back room of the common room.

They thought they had found an old food service processing unit and wanted my opinion on it.

The Klingon Chief Engineer wanted a meeting with the Captain, Pete Murray, Don Murdoch, and I, to discuss problems with the water supply, the dormant protein re-sequencer vats and the sewage holding tank.

Staunn reported that she was working on a medical database for the Klingons.

There were no Klingon medical records in the ship’s computer at all, except what she had input.

She had an ongoing search through Luna port for data on Klingon surgical procedures, and their particular diseases.

The Klingons on board seem oblivious to medical help.

Captain Kahlest wanted information on securing a new dilithium crystal for his warp engine.

I made a note to Be’nen to assist Mrs. Kahlest with a Star Fleet special requisition for the crystals, and see what happens.

I suggested we may have to go commercial, and if that was the case it would have to happen when we reached Earth Space Dock.

Mr. Og made a report of his parts and salvage transactions.
Luna port wasn’t taking to many parts because so many were obsolete.

Thyco City and New Berlin were accepting most of the salvage metals, and some parts.

I put in a note for Mr. Og to put a hold on isolenier chips, and to inform Mr. Comet about any interesting computer, or electrical systems parts he came across.

A note to Captain Kahlest; ‘Who is in charge of collecting spare parts for the Monarch, does he have room, and is an inventory being recorded?’

There was a copy of a thank you note sent to the ship, for the historical records that were being sent to the Merchants Control Board, on the Moon, by Mr.Comet.

A note from the purser, that health and environmental inspectors had served formal notice, that the ship would not be allowed to leave orbit until they had inspected the ship, and that it had met their minimum standards.

A note to Captain Kahlest; ‘Don’t allow inspectors aboard until all the ships plumbing problems are solved’.

Log entry: 0300HRS EST, on course, maintaining slow orbit by thrusters and limited impulse power, steady as she goes.
I’m taking a coffee break, Mr. Deletham has the con.

I then strolled down to the Common Room to take a look at what the Dabo girls had found with Officer Carney.

On the way I waved hello to Officer Flannigan, who was making a game try at staying awake at the Security desk.

She probably had a long day too, working with Mr. Og, and Officer Fleming

In the Common room I found John Hirst there, one of my stewards, and a Grilka Ja’Rod, a Klingon woman who I guessed was on duty as a Klingon Steward.

I asked to see the food service processor that was discovered.

John showed me the back room and told me he wasn’t sure what it was because he had never seen anything like it before.

He thought it must be original equipment for the Monarch, and that it looked real old.

Grillka confirmed through her translator, that see didn’t know anything, about anything, on the ship, and had only traveled as a ships’ passenger, before she boarded the Monarch.

Quite frankly I had never seen anything like it before either, but the business logo said,”Coleman Industries, Protein Sequencer, Model 3000. Mfg date 2279”.

Well at least I now knew it was at least eighty five years old, and probably hadn’t worked for at least twenty five years.

It was a fat chance that it would ever work again, but I noticed that Colman Industries, New Berlin, was also the brand listed on some of the field rations we were eating.

I had an idea, so I went over to the Common Room intercom and asked the computer to send a note to Colman Industries, on the Moon, and asked if they had any current servicing information on the sequencer, and asked if it was possible to be repaired for our use.

I figured why not use it until it could later be replaced by more modern equipment.

It wasn’t much, but it was better than what he had now, like a big nothing in food service.

I then grabbed a lunch packet, a bottle of water and sat down to chit-chat with the two stewards.

The first thing John asked me was if I had heard about the water reclamation and recycle vats.

I said “No, but I was supposed to talk with the Engineers and the Captain tomorrow."

"Why what’s up, something I should know about?”

“Yes sir, the vats and tanks are full of crap, literally.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It seems when some of the systems started breaking down, they just used the holding tank as a big septic tank.”

“There are about four to five tons of crap in there and no water.”

“The filtration system not working good enough to handle it, and the Laves are still in use without water; just a bottled water flush.”

“The big argument I heard was ‘who was going to shovel out all that crap’, especially when I don’t think there’s a shovel on board.”

“The Klingons don’t want to go in there and clean it out, and neither do our men.”

“What’cha go’na to do Commodore?”

I was incredulous, I took another bite of my mystery meat sandwich, took a swallow of water and said; “Well John, I think I’ll finish my last meal, find an air lock and space myself."

"Is there anything else that can go wrong with this little adventure we’re on?”

“You could get some real Klingon food,” Grilka announced.

“This food you feed us taste like what you call crap.”

“It is not fit for Klingons to eat.”

“We must kill our food, not eat from, from what you call pouches.”

“If we do not get fresh food I think the Captain will make us eat you. Bah!”

She then wadded up the rest of her lunch, threw it on the floor, and stalked out.

“Dam John, didn’t they send us the correct food?”

“I told them we have Klingons aboard. How come I didn’t know about this?”

“I don’t know Captain. This is the first I heard about it too. Let me see what she was eating.”

He went over and picked up the lunch wad, unfolded it and we both read the label; “Suitable for Klingon and other species”.

“Well John, maybe they should make a new menu survey for these packets.”

“I’m going back up to the bridge," I announced. "See you later.”

‘Man, what a mess,’ I thought, on my way up to the bridge.

‘I seem to be getting deeper and deeper in to a mess and now I’m up to my neck in vat crap too’.

When I relieved Deletham, I asked him what he thought of the food.

“It is terrible, I eat it because I’m hungry, and I do not like it. I am waiting for fresh meat.”

“Could you eat well at Luna port,” I asked?

“Yes, the meat was not as warm as a fresh kill, but thawed Earth meat was a lot better than this packet material.”

“This is not Klingon food Commodore.”

“Maybe we make a big mistake on this contract; there is not even a meat locker on board.”

“We will probably all starve.”

Well that was food for thought.

I then started dictating notes and recommendations to the Captain.

The first was: Ref. holding and reclamation vats problem.

(1) Recommend you inform Bajorans prior to pickup at Earth Space Dock that they will have to be prepared to hand shovel hazardous materials from our holding tanks, immediately upon arrival.

(2) Requisition hazmat suits from Luna port, at least twelve.

(3) Request a Luna Port Hazmat team to assist in supervising the vats cleaning and processing.

(4) Request status of shovel availability at Luna port, they may have to be acquired through Earth sources only.

The second was: Ref. Rhino. Suggest caution to Rhino shuttle crew:

Do not allow shuttle servicing at Space Dock to exceed scheduled twenty four hour turn around.

They will have a tendency to correct every little maintenance detail that could tie them up for days.

Have the servicing scheduled and spaced out for each return trip.

Keep in mind that the Rhino is a “Home Built craft”, all kinds of inspectors will demand inspection rights.

Suggest you keep Mr. Barkley with the crew, to assist with Space Dock authorities.

The third was: Suggest regular shuttle trips be scheduled to Luna Port for all crew members on a daily basis, until food and sanitation situation improves.

The ‘Dandelion’, shuttle number two, is at your disposal, until one or two of our salvageable shuttles is operating.

I suggest you ask Ms. Tash, and Dr. Tehk, to pilot the shuttle, I’m sure they would be willing to oblige, and they wouldn’t be cutting your work force by doing so.

After sitting the command chair, watching the moon go from light to dark I decided to take a little tour of the ship to see how the passenger deck and shuttle hanger was being cleaned up.

I left the con to Mr. Deletham again, and went to A deck first.

My first look into the ships lavatories was not a pleasant thing to see, and smell.

They were cleaned up a little, but you could tell that the crew had been using the bottled water to try and flush out the toilets.

The lights were at least at fifty percent operating, and somebody managed to put up a shinny piece of metal to use as a mirror in both laves.

The shower stalls were almost the same story.

The crew had made sure that there was at least two in each lave that had all the required plumbing, the other eight stalls were stripped bare.

Evidently the slaves, or prisoners, were never allowed to bathe; or the trips, by ship, to short for the slavers to care one way or the other.

In the cabin hallways only one corridor was cleared up.

Most of the doors were closed and the outside locks removed and crew member names chalked in to the doors, so I assumed they were cleaned up enough for them to take up temporary residence.

This was bad, I felt real guilty about staying in my shuttle.

I would lose half of my crew if conditions didn’t improve soon.

I’d have to talk to Be’nen, and Staunn, about the shuttle business, and make sure they understand what is going on.

The cabins across the hall were open and some of the locks remove, but except for the salvage litter, they were bare except for some bunk racks.

They looked like they were set up as prison cells.

They all had one caged ceiling light, and all the spots where there might have been electrical outlets were sealed shut.

Dam me, I thought, the Bajorans will really like this.

At the rate I’m going it will be like this for six months, before we get any usable salvage from the recovery site.

That was enough of A deck, I headed next for B deck.

On B deck it was starting to look a little more orderly.

Parts bins were being set up and materials being labeled.

I guessed those parts manuals that Larry had secured were starting to work.

There were two people working the late shift, Recovery Tech James West and Decon Spec Bob Good.

I asked them how they were doing.

Both said they were doing okay, but would be glad when they got to the Grayson; this Monarch is a sad place.

I agreed and told them that I was making arrangement to get people shuttled to Luna port for a break in work, to get some regular meals, and a bath.

They both asked if it was alright to bring some stuff back to make it more livable in their rooms.

“All you can carry,” I said.

“If we get another shuttle running from one of those we found on board, we can take special orders.”

Jim said that there was an old type 15 they were looking at.

It wasn’t a wreck, but had been systematically stripped of parts and as part of his sorting job he was trying to find parts that will fit it.

“You should have seen us rolling those shuttles in to the cargo hold to work on them,” he said.

“We had to use pipe rollers and a lot of Klingon muscle, to get them rolling.”

“Thank for your good work men,” I said.

“I’m going down now to take a look at them now, see you later.”

On C deck there was a Klingon three man crew working, or rather two men and one woman transporter operator.

They had a bunch of 1.5m x 1.5m x 1.5m bins that were filled with found materials.

They were lifting and putting them on the transporter, to transport probably to New Berlin, according to our present orbital position.

I introduced myself to Azetbur Katrene, who was operating the transporter.

She said the other two men were Martok Hon’Tihl, the Chief engineer’s son (17) and B’Elanna Katrene, a cousin, and the Junior Weapons Master.

She said she was just learning how to operate the transporter with her companion B’Elanna Yatron, the ships transporter specialist.

She explained they weren’t ready to let her transport people yet.

Martok and B’elanna both hooted some remarks about getting body parts mixed up.

She shouted back that they should find a stupid woman to transport up with, because that was the only way either one of them would ever be mated.

That set off another set of disparaging remarks against each other.

Translators are a wonderful thing, but they don’t catch all the ‘good’ words.

They seemed to be having a good time, so I said I wanted to look at the shuttle craft.

B’lanna said that I had a good variety.

One Federation shuttle, that must have been found (?), lost in space!

Next was a Klingon shuttle that must have been stored here by mistake; probably true.

And there was Ferengi shuttle; they were always loosing things (?).

The last one he wasn’t sure of, he thought it could be Orion.

They were all small.

The largest was the Ferengi shuttle at six meters long, it looked in good shape, but you would have to be no taller than Staunn to sit comfortably in it.

I can see why the six foot plus Klingons never got around to modifying it for their own use.

You could still get up to six small people in it, if there were rear seats were switched so that the passengers were facing each other; it was something to think about.

I wondered if Staunn, or Mr. Og, would like to buy a private yacht

The Type-15 Federation shuttle was little more that a shell.

It looked like most of its’ internal component parts were probably stripped for the Monarch.

I didn’t hold to much hope for a quick fix for this one.

It would require a major rebuild and it was now obsolete, a project machine.

The Klingon Koron shuttle was not much bigger; and it too, like the Type-15, was a two man vehicle.

Maybe it could be used as a worker bee by the Klingons; they would at least be able to fit into it.

With the addition of robot manipulator arms, it could work out fine.

I would have to make a note of that fact to Kahlest.

The fourth, and unfamiliar shuttle, was also two man shuttle.
It was similar to the Koron, but the pictogram letters, and instrument labels, on the shuttle indicated that it was definitely not Klingon.

I didn’t think it was Orion either.

It was something that maybe Larry could figure out.

It seemed to be in good shape, maybe it would be a little bit tight for the Klingons, but they could work with it, if a work bee manipulation arm package could be fitted.

I didn’t think the Klingon, or the “Orion” shuttle, would be able to haul Cargo Storage Unit (CSU) freight bins, without extensive modifications, because they both had back hatches.

Whereas the Work Bee had front hatches, so a cargo train could be attached..

After the inspection of the shuttles, I headed back up to the bridge, where I would put my recommendations in for

Captain Kahlest; let him make his own decisions.

On the bridge I relieved Mr. Deletham, and started inputting my notes.

Referring to the shuttles; ‘I recommended that he appoint primary and secondary operators and co-workers for the Koron and the “Orion” shuttles.

They looked repairable and could be used as Work bees, with the fitting of manipulation arms when we arrived at Earth Space dock.’

‘By assigning crews now they could repair and service the machines on scheduled or unscheduled time.’

‘Recommend you have Mr. Comet and your computer tech, scan and update the onboard computers stations to make them more missions capable.’

‘The Ferengi shuttle should be surveyed for possible sale to the Bajoran Government, for use on the Grayson’.

'The shuttle layout is too small for Klingons, most Humans and Bajorans, to work in comfortably’.

‘If the sale, and transfer, is approved, I will assign it to Mr. Og, and Dr. Tehk, as primary operators with the two Dabo girls as crew, for supply and personal runs.’

‘The Type 15 should also be surveyed for possible sale, and transfer to the Grayson’.

‘The shuttle will require major repairs that can be initiated at the mission site.'

'The shuttle is obsolete but reusable, with a parts priority list of, “If available”.

‘The Grayson is a bigger ship to have it stored on, until reconditioning is complete.’

‘Details of the sale and transfer should be worked out through the Pursers office.'

'Ask Ms. Tash for assistance.’

I asked Nichelle if she heard what I recorded, and understood what I was doing.

She said “Yes I do; and I would also like to see what information the “Orion” shuttle held.”

She was also looking forward to a hot bath too, if she could get back to Luna port soon.

For the rest of our shift we all remained at our station, on course and monitored messages from the Earth every time it passed over head in our view screen, as we slowly rotated in its now stationary orbit.

About an hour later the day crew came on with Captain Kahlest.

I explained to him there were no problems during the night, and that I had posted some messages for him to read.

If there were no further questions I was going to my shuttle and would probably be available in about six hours.

I said good morning to them all, and headed for bed.

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Old May 8 2014, 08:47 PM   #25
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor

By T.M. Flavin

Book One - The Monarch

Chapter Nineteen - Dealing with pon farr, a Ferengi shuttle, and an antique food re-sequencer.

Day fourteen

Heading down to my shuttle after my shift, I looked in to see if Be’nen and Staunn had arrived at their stations yet.

They weren’t there so I continued down to the shuttle to see if there was a hold up.

In a way there was.

Be’nen was sitting at the lunch table with Be’nen clothed in only one of my Tee shirts, panties and socks.

Staunn was fully dressed, with a full glass of her orange juice cocktail, the restorative she usually gave to me after I had a strenuous bed room exercise with Be’nen.

“Good morning,” she said, “you better drink this now. Mother wants to “talk” to you.”

“Say goodbye Staunn, I think you have some work to do,” Be’nen told her daughter.

“Michael I need to talk to you, right now.” She headed for the bed room cubical.

“What’s up Staunn, your mother seems a little upset about something,” I asked?

“Pon farr,” Staunn whispered. “You better hurry up and drink this now because I think you are going to need it. She is a little agitated.”

“Michael would you please come in here, I need to talk to you, right now,” Be’nen shouted from the bed room.

“Staunn go to work.”

Wow, I never expected this reaction from Be’nen, it sounded real serious.

So I drank my cocktail, kissed Staunn and showed her out the door; “Good luck” she said, then I headed for the bed room.

Be’nen was standing there waiting for me.

She then took off the tee shirt and demanded that I kiss her.
Now Be’nen is a very good looking woman, Having to kiss her is a pleasure, and I told her so; “with pleasure my dear.”

“Yes with pleasure,” she said, “do it with lots of pleasure.”

This was not the first time that she would show to me a little bizarre behavior.

But what the heck did I know, I wasn’t Vulcan.

I figured was just a guy along for the ride until her pon farr was over.

This also was not the only time in the next few months that she literally asked me to kiss her ass.

It usually started with; “Michael I need to talk to you.”

Most of the time we made it back to our bed room, sometimes not.

She would get testy at times with Staunn too.

A few times after I spent an evening with Staunn, Be’nen would corner me some place and sniff me all over and even lick me on spots that I’m sure she suspected a trace of Staunn odor, even after I had taken a shower.

Responding to Be’nen’s attention was not hard to do, I knew then that Staunn had really slipped me a Mickey.

Be’nen even started to smile and said; “I see now Michael, you can properly mate with a Vulcan.”

Sex with Be’nen, when she is in pon farr, is usually serious business.

She is definitely the dominate partner, not like Staunn who almost seemed like an eager submissive.

Be’nen tolerated my loving caresses and kisses, I think she liked them.

I know I liked caressing and loving her beautiful body.

She usually tried to hold on to my hands, but because I wasn’t a Vulcan, she would hold on to one of my hands, and place her other hand at the side of my face.

The only time she would give me a passionate kiss was just before I climaxed.

I don’t know if she did it to stimulate me, or stimulate herself, with our close connection, because we usually came together.

One time she declared that I was her mate and she would protect me.

Believe me I then felt as safe as a babe in his mother’s arms.

Today was different.

Be’nen acted like a pole dancer; the way she was moving and enjoying herself.

That and the ongoing commentary of oh’s, ahs, and the chuckling, and the smiling, she was having a good time.

Whatever Staunn gave me was hitting the spot with Be’nen.

Pon farr, or not, this gal was really into it.

The strenuous sex with Be’nen seemed to drain me.

I managed to say; “I love you Be’nen.” and her reply was, “It gives me great satisfaction that you are so attracted to me.”

Be’nen rolled over to my side and held me close.

I was sweating pretty badly, but she kissed me and moved her hands through my hair, and said; “Staunn was right, she said she could make a more Vulcan like lover for me, but we are going to have to work on your stamina a little more.”

“Jesus Be’nen what is this all about,” I asked? “Why go through all this?”

“It’s about procreation Michael,” she replied softly. “We want to get pregnant.”

“We are in our seven year cycle Michael, and we need you to father our children.”

“We will talk about it later. I have to get to work.”

I was about to say something of a retort, but the lights went out.

I wish she would quit doing that.

Waking up at about 1400 hours EST, I did manage to roll out of bed, but straightening up was another problem.

Like the other time they drugged me, I felt like I was recovering from a wrestling match.

The bed was a mess; I had to take the bed sheets in to the shower with me because there was no laundry service any where ready on board the Monarch.

There was no clothes dryer on board either that I knew of, so I wrung the sheets out and hung them over the back of the con chairs.

Where was a piece of rope when you needed it?

I got dressed in my “Commodore” red shirt, civilian kakis trousers and the baseball hat to hide my droopy eyes.

Afterwards I headed for the common room to get something to eat.

On C deck there was a lot of people working on the ‘found on board’ shuttle crafts.

Kahlest must have taken my advice and assigned his own operation and recovery crews to work them.

The shuttles were all slaved cabled to the ship for power and all had lights on. That was a good sign.

I went over to the Ferengi shuttle to see what was going on.

Looking inside there were three rear ends showing, with the crews’ heads stuck down inside a floor bulkhead, trying to repair something.

I said “hello!”

They all popped to their feet and were almost dancing with glee.

Mr.Og was bobbing up and down, I thought for a second he was going to genuflect and kiss my hand.

Both girls were hugging and kissing me, telling me that they were so happy that I was buying the shuttle for them, and how Mr. Og was going to take them on visits to New Berlin, on the moon and to Las Vegas, Earth, in his new shuttle.

“Whoa slow down,” I said, “until this thing is fixed properly, nobody’s going to take this shuttle to Earth, Mr. Og.”

“Do we understand each other Mr. Og?”

“This will be one of the Grayson’s shuttles.”

“Not anyone’s personal shuttle, get it Mr. Og.”

“The shuttle is for ships business only, if only for Ferengi personnel.”

“You mean we can’t go to New Berlin?” both of the girls whined.

“Yes you can when your crew rotation comes up, and when you go down there together, I want you all to come back together.”

“Dr. Tehk will probably be going with you and I want you, and her, all back here safe and sound; is that understood too, Mr. Og?”

Mr. Og looked pretty glum.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t try to skip out to Las Vegas just to show off to his former creditors his “newly acquired shuttle”.

“We can go to New Berlin?” both girls asked again.

“Yes you can girls; I want you to go as soon as Mr. Og gets this shuttle fixed.”

“He will probably have to take it to Luna port and see that it’s properly inspected.”

“Then he can take you all, Dr. Tehk included, for some shopping and a little fun.”

“Just make sure you bring this old reprobate back with you to do his job.”

“Come to think of it if I could fit in to this thing I would take you myself.”

That set off the debate between the two Dabos as to who was to be left behind so they could have a “good time” with me.

Mr. Og and Staunn didn’t seem to figure into their scheme of things.

I asked Og how long he thought it would be before the shuttle was ready.

“Maybe another twenty four hours,” he said.

“It mostly needed the recharging of everything like the batteries and the oxygen cylinders etc.”

“Mr. Comet also wanted to check out the computers system to make sure that it was up to date.”

“The shuttle is about ten years old.”

“I personally want him to check, and record, its history, and send it to the Ferengi representative, at the Federation Counsel.”

“Salvage or not, I am concerned about a clear title.

“Luna port would also have a better diagnostic service than we can provide here. I plan to have them check it out too.”

“I really could use some good grass hoppers, and shrimp to eat, so I won’t be wasting my time; right girls.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Og,” they replied gleefully.

“When we get the shuttle running properly we will take you on a special trip around the moon, Captain.”

I smiled at them and said, “Ladies, I am looking forward to it.”

“Excuse me for now, I’m going to get some breakfast.”

The Klingon crewmen said much the same thing about the two other shuttles that they would be using.

The emphasis was on the “Orion” shuttle because it had a planetary landing capacity.

Captain Kahlest wanted it for his primary use, along with his wife; can’t say as I blame him.

On B deck it was fairly quiet, we were over Luna Port at the time and a few packages were coming in, but not very much of our recycle material was going out.

Most of the recycle materials were being delivered to Thyco city, and New Berlin.

I also checked in on the security locker to see how that was set up.

Officer Fleming, and his two partners, had set up a nice little shop.

They had a few parts of older phaser pistols, and rifle parts, sitting on a bench, but nothing as yet locked up in what seemed to be a fabricated gun rack.

There was quite a small collection of knives in various stages of disrepair, being kept in a small cage.

Most of the knives I recognized as Klingon.

Somebody, who had lived previously on the Monarch, knew their small arms repair business, because the tools that they would normally use, were being accumulated, and organized, by the officers, in a good clean manner.

The little shop would come in handy when we were near Cardassian space.

I was glad they didn’t find any heavy ordinance on board.

From there I went up to B deck to see how Be’nen and Staunn were doing.

Both women were gone. I was informed by Mrs. Kahlest that they had taken a shuttle load of people down to Luna port, and weren’t expected back until around 2000 HRS.

With that information I headed for the common room to grab some breakfast ration packets, I was starving.

In the common room there were six technicians, who I was not familiar with, who were working on the old protein sequencer.

I sat down and started to munch on my breakfast biscuit when a very attractive young lady came over to me and introduced herself.

“Hello, Commodore Thomas I presume, my named is Angel Kuni, and I’m the lunar district manager of Coleman Industries; pleased to meet you.”

Ms. Kuni was as lovely a young lady you would ever want to meet.

She had the slim angular good looks similar to Be’nen, in about five foot four frame.

She also had the silky almost white blond hair that Staunn had, and she had Vulcan pointed ears.

Her other amazing traits were her intensely blue eyes, and the fact that she wore lipstick and makeup.

I only knew of only one Vulcan, Be’nen, using makeup, but then she has been a video personality for years.

We shook hands; I said “Glad to meet you.” and asked “Can you fill me in on what you are doing here?”

“We are hopefully restoring your Colman Industries food re-sequencer system.”

“Do you realize Commodore that you probably have the oldest Coleman food sequencer outside of the Starfleet museum fleet,” she replied?

“No, not really, but I knew it was old,” I replied.

“Calling you was just a shot in the dark, especially as now all of Starfleet is using the food replication systems.”

“True Commodore, that’s why my Earth corporate headquarters was so excited.”

“None of these food sequencers exist anymore. Most of these sequencers were replaced and scraped years ago.”

“Corporate headquarters is now negotiating with Captain Kahlest to purchase this model as a show piece for its own corporate museum.”

“I can’t say that it’s priceless, but it is at least worth a refit to a more modern food replicator system.”

“I’m here to see if it’s restorable and operational, which it seems to be.”

“It looks as if it was just been turned off and neglected, and not striped for parts.”

“As far as we can see, it just needs a good cleaning and servicing”

“Are you going to do that here and now?” I asked.

“How long is it going to take to do the change over, if Kahlest goes along with your deal?”

“Well Commodore we can’t do the actual exchange here at Moon base, it will have to be done at Earth Space Dock,” she explained.

“Most of the equipment we sell and service is for the shuttle craft trade, but we can upgrade a few systems to greatly assist your food re-sequencer and general recycling system.”

“They’re installing the two recycler pelletizers now.”

“Recycler-pelletizers,” I asked?

“Yes sir, if you have a minute I can show you.”

“They weren’t that hard to install, and with the recyclers installed with a suitable supply of our dehydrated food stocks for your food re-sequencer, it should be up and running by the time we leave here.”

“That should be when your shuttle returns from Luna port.”

“Captain Kahlest said that we had to vacate the shuttle bay upon its arrival, so we don’t over stress the re-pressurization of the shuttle bay.”

“I see,” I said, “I’m sorry that you have to go soon; there are a few people on board that I would like you to meet before you go.”

“Do you mean Be’nen Tash,” she asked?

“Well yes, I would certainly like to meet her.”

“The news that you had absconded with her, for this mission to Bajor, has certainly contributed to her mystery.”

“If she wants to drop by my office at New Berlin, tell her for me that she is certainly welcome.”

“We could have dinner together sometime maybe.”

“I will certainly relay the message, by the way I don’t want to be rude, but are you a Vulcan too?” I asked.

“It’s the ears isn’t it Commodore,” she chuckled.

“I get that question all the time, especially from Vulcans.”

“They think I must be some type of rare Albino or something.”

“No Commodore I’m as human as you are; I am a tribute child.”

“Tribute child, I’m unaware of what that means, Miss Kuni?”

“You were a member of Star Fleet weren’t you Commodore?” she asked.

“Yes, I am retired from active service and am now working in a strictly civilian capacity.”

“Do you remember your blood and DNA samples that you gave as forensics samples in case you were a casualty?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well my parents lives were saved by a Vulcan named Tembek.”

“He was a Star Fleet flight engineer about thirty five years ago when a run in with the Klingons meant conflict.”

“They were new to the ship, in fact they really didn’t know each other that well until the engineering section was hit, and Commander Tembek was literally throwing people under the blast doors.”

“He never made it out and was suffocated.”

“They found him wedged in a locker, dead. The emergency transporter system had failed.”

“His body was later transported to Vulcan for burial.”

“A few years later my parents were married and had heard of the tribute child program where people would use the remaining DNA stored at Star Fleet to have a child conceived from those who were casualties, lost in action, and had no living relatives.”

“I am even more special; my parents had to get special permission from Tembek’s widow and son to have the procedure done.”

“Even after permission was granted it took a special court order, you see it had never been requested by an Earther for a Vulcan tribute child.”

“My parent didn’t want a hybrid so they opted for a DNA compatibility screening and fertilization.”

“So in the end I look like Mr. Tembek, but genetically I’m human just like everyone else. I’m one half mommas’, one half papas’ DNA.”

She started chuckling.”It was a little embarrassing for my parents though.”

“See how I look, all blue eyed and blond, well my parents are ethnic Japanese.”

“My mother is from Japan and my father was from Hawaii.”

“And to top it off I ended up female, but they loved me very much and I have one brother and one sister who I think the world of.”

“My parents never tired of explaining my situation, that I carry the face of the person who saved their lives.”

“It is a beautiful face Miss Kuni,” I said.

“Well I thank the gods that Mr. Tembek was a handsome man,” she laughed.

“Are you married,” I blurted out?

“No I’m not Commodore, are you interested,” she asked coyly?

“Maybe thirty years ago I would have, Miss Kuni, but right now I’m sort of engaged.”

“I wonder if that involves Be’nen Tash, Commodore. Do you want to see those recyclers now?”

“Sure,” I said, “let’s go.”

We trooped down to C deck to the engine room and to the left of the entrance was one of the Coleman techs, with four of the engineering crew finishing up the installation of the recyclers.

You could see that they had spliced in to the eight inch fluid nutrient drain line, with what looked like a filter connection, with two shoe box sized elements, on either side.

From the filters section there was a pipe shunt that connected to a covering panel of six five gallon plastic buckets under it.

The other unit was spliced into a twelve inch trash disposal routing pipe; that normally went to the impulse engines for burn off.

It also had a shunt to a covering panel for six five gallon plastic buckets.

“What do you think Chief?” asked Mona Freeman, one of my advisers.

“Pretty neat huh, I’ve seen these rigs before at troop encampments, and in colony modules.”

“Mr. Delany here says we may even have showers soon.”

I hadn’t seen them hook up all the pipe work, so they had to explain that the materials passed through a particle separator, a sort of miniature transporter beam, which was sent through the cover panels of the shunt, which then separated ninety percent of the particulates into little beads that were collected in the buckets.

The buckets collected the separated animal, vegetable, minerals, paper and detergent materials.

The recycler could be programmed to separate materials into whatever dehydrated edible material your menu required in the food re-sequencer.

The collected material was then used as a base material to be added to the flavor enhancers, and the desired food coloration, used it he the onboard food processors, of the food re-sequencer.

Once the mixtures were all combined with water within the food re-sequencer, and processed for texture; Walla, a hot meal was produced.

The trash disposal line did much the same thing, collecting and sorting the feeder components into the buckets, in bead form, to be stored for used as recycled base elements.

The food re-sequencer utilized recycled plastics for plates, cups and utensils.

In the original system, plastic powders had to be used to fill the re-sequencer hoppers, for making the utensils.

Now all we had to do is recycle what we used, after starting off with a base supply.

The metals were also beaded for storage.

This stored material could be utilized on ships with replicators for base materials.

It was especially useful as trading material at space stations and repair facilities.

Mr. Delany said he was ready to start up the recyclers as soon as he got the call from the common room.

The water supply that they had transported up in fifty five gallon drums was ready to be circulated through the food re-sequencer.

The engineers had shut off all other systems to isolate the food re-sequencer operations in to a self contained loop.

Miss Kuni stated that when the re-sequencer was cleaned and tested, the hoppers would be filled with their quality Coleman Industries dehydrated products for its’ first trial run.

“Thank goodness,” I remarked.

“Of course you will be billed for the food products you use Commodore.”

“The exchange deal is for only the food sequencer when you get to Earth,” she laughed.

“Yes I’m sure Miss Kuni; I will inform our purser that we are in debt to the Coleman Industries in more ways than one.”

Mr. Delany then asked if anyone had looked at the lavatories.

His point being that with this closed system for the food re-sequencer, the lavatories could be included in the loop with out to much difficulty, at least as a temporary measure until the main nutrient collection tanks were cleaned out, and our basic water supply replenished.

The filtration system that was still intact in the ship and with the new filters, it should insure clean potable water, within the loop.

After all these new Coleman recyclers were rated for two hundred and fifty personnel, and there were only fifty personnel presently on board, it should workout well..

“Can I see your schematic PADD, Ted,” Angel asked? “So the Commodore, and I, can take a look at it.”

“You continue working with the food re-sequencer.”

“I’ll have the Commodore call his engineers to give the okay on the opening up of the valves for the Laves when we are ready.”

“Mona, could you get some extra help to help with the rerouting?” I asked my crew.

All of the main piping is exposed as far as I could see.

“You should be able to get most of the rerouting done with no problem, and shut off the main feed to the nutrient dump.”

“Mr. Delany will give you the high sign to start feeding in the Lave’s dump, into the loop.”

“Sure thing boss, I’ll make some calls,” She said.

“Miss Kuni are you sure you want to make this inspection, those laves are really stinky?” I proclaimed.

“Well Commodore, I didn’t get this job on my good looks only, let’s take a look.”

“If I faint away you’ll just have to rescue me.”

We went back up to B deck, and into the Laves.

They were still stinky and dirty.

“Oh my God, you weren’t kidding were you?” she exclaimed.

She was holding on to her nose all through her inspection.

She poked into sections all over both of the two Laves; gagging when she had to use both hands to open a panel.”

“I see the soap lines are still intact, but the dispensers are missing; we can sell you those.”

“For now I’ll just shut off the water feed lines to them.”

“Those sanitizers don’t look in good shape either; we can sell you better ones, too.”

“Jeepers Commodore what have you been using for toilet tissue?”

“I don’t know. I use my shuttle.” I replied guiltily.

“Well I recommend you get a field, paper towel dispenser.”

“It uses the recycled paper beads that you’ll be collecting.”

“It has the capacity to make two rolls of paper towels and four rolls of toilet tissue per cycle.”

“I’m sure that Ferengi recycling company, at New Berlin will sell you one.”

“It would fit right in next to the recyclers. The paper won’t be pretty, but it’s better than what you don’t have here now.”

I made an immediate note to the Captain, and the purser, on my PADD, about the field towel dispenser, with a caveat that maybe Mr. Og could get us a deal.

“There shouldn’t be any leaks here Commodore; your crew has pretty well sealed off the unused showers, sinks and the missing toilets.”

“Are you sure no one has deserted yet?”

I was starting to squirm a little. “No, not yet, Miss Kuni,” I replied.

“You, and Captain Kahlest, must have excellent leadership qualities,” she stated.

“I wouldn’t have stayed here more than ten minutes in a pig sty like this.”

“Well Miss. Kuni, we are on a mission,” I said, “besides that I’m a veteran, I’m used to dealing with crap.”

She started laughing; “I see I’ve led a sheltered life Commodore.”

“Let’s see if we can get ourselves a cup of coffee from the re-sequencer shall we.”

We then went back to the common room.

The first thing we did was use about six handy wipes each.

“Well Howard, are we ready to go yet.” Miss Kuni asked of one of her techs?

“Yes Angel, you are just in time.” he said.

“All the water drums are hooked up.’

We ordered extra water to feed into the nutrient drain, to help energize the system, including the Laves.”

“Thanks Howard, call Ted and tell him to start up his recyclers. I’m ready for a hot cup of coffee.”

The first thing they did was pump a full 200 liter drum full of water down the edible food recycle bin chutes in the common room.

Then they shoved long pipes down both the food chute and the trash chute, to clear up any jams.

They banged away at each discharge chute for about fifteen minutes, after all there was probably about twenty five years worth of debris in the eight meter chutes.

Ted, in engineering, started giving us notices that things were being recycled.

Then one of Howards’ assistants said that there was water feeding up through the main feed to the food sequencer.

They had shut off the sequencers’ input valve, and bypassed the sequencer, to keep flushing out the system with a hose connected to the food recycle drain pipe.

A lab tech was making periodic water purity checks just to make sure it met standards, when it was time to run the purified water directly into the food re-sequencer.

After about a half an hour Howard asked us if we wanted a cup of coffee.

“Sure we do,” answered Angel, “with cream and sugar, How about you Commodore?

“I’ll have the same,” I replied.

Howard then had the drain hose shut off and the input valve to the re-sequencer opened.

After about two minutes of water, the component vats were filled.

He then turned the re-sequencer on that was filled with the Colman food supply base.

She lit up like a Christmas tree. Most of the lights were standby signals.

Then the hopper for the plastic plates, cups and utensils started to fill.

Everyone shouted, “Hooray.”

Boy did I feel pleased. Having the food re-sequencer on line really showed progress.

The Coleman people were just as excited as I was.

The old girl was at least seventy five years old and she still worked.

It was amazing.

Finally the coffee light indicated, ‘ready’.

Coffee with creamer, and sweetener tasted good.

But everyone knows it takes a while to break in a good coffee pot; but for now this would do.

When all the lights said ‘ready’, Howard had the input valve shut off, and re-set the drain hose down the edible food disposal chute.

“Okay Ted,” he said, “turn on the lave valves.”

“Oh wow, look at the stuff we’re getting now,” Ted yelled through the Coleman com link.

I got up and walked over to the men’s Lave.

Two men were in there checking for leaks, one was actually taking one.

“Just checking out the system Boss,” he said.

I just smiled and waved; then walked over to the women’s Lave.

I knocked and asked if everything was going okay in there.

“Sure come on in Chief,” someone shouted. “All we’re doing is waiting for water to hit the sinks.”

The sink was at a dribble, but the toilets were starting to fill.

We just didn’t’ have enough water on board yet.

I told the women of my crew, thanks for their help and understanding of this predicament we were in, but I was getting more water soon so we could take showers again.
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor

Book One – The Monarch

By T.M. Flavin

Chapter Twenty - Hooray for flush toilets; and a take charge wife?

Day fourteen - cont.

After watching the temporary fix for the lavatories starting to work, I headed back to the common room to see how the water testing was doing.

It was doing well.

The newly installed particle filters were doing their job very well.

Howard showed me that the water was now showing chemically pure at the present, but they wanted to cycle the water through all the toilets and sink drains for another half hour before they closed up the system, and opened the input valve on the food re-sequencer.

It was fine by me.

I asked Miss Kuni if she had met our purser.

She said that she did when she first came on board when she was with the Captain.

I then asked her if she wouldn’t mind explaining to her all the matters we discussed, in particular how the recyclers worked and the need for the paper towel dispenser.

Miss Kuni said,” Sure.”

We both went over to the Pursers’ nook where I explained to Mrs. Kahlest that Miss. Kuni, and I, had discussed many topics about, and around, the food re-sequencer, and I thought she should get a personal report from Miss. Kuni.

She would then be in on the picture of our suggestions for better ship service, and supply operations, as all purchases will have to go through her office.

I suggested that Miss. Kuni furnish her with a catalog of supplies, and services, that Coleman Industries furnished from her lunar facilities, especially for recycling and resupply functions.

I also had a feeling that we needed to establish a general supply room, and maybe a commissariat for crew convenience.

The two women shook each others’ hands and started right in conversing through the translators, so I excused myself and went into the security station.

I put in an intercom call to Kahlest that the food sequencer was almost ready to go on line and maybe he should call all our available stewards to come up and get an operational briefing on the food sequencer operation, from the Colemen Ind. personnel, prior to them leaving.

Kahlest acknowledged the message and ask me to come up to the bridge for a moment.

I acknowledged, and told him I would be right up.

I told Officer Carney, in Security, to pass the word around that the food sequencer would be ready in about a half hour for coffee, and some hot beverages.

So if anyone had the time, the crew should come up to the common room and get a cup of coffee.

That way they could ask the Coleman people any questions they might have about the food sequencer.

I went back to the common room looking to grab a cup of coffee before the crowd showed up.

It wasn’t ready yet, so I headed for the bridge.

On the Bridge were Captain Kahlest, and his three Klingon Bridge officers.

“Good day, Commodore,” Kahlest greeted. “I want to thank you for making that call to Coleman Industries.”

“They were asking for permission to come aboard at almost the same time Ms. Tash and Dr. Tehk left with a shuttle filled with our crewmembers.”

“Did you have any questions about them handling and installing their equipment?” I asked.

“No sir, it needed to be done,” Kahlest replied curtly.

“They brought their own tools.”

“Mr. Comet sent them a ships’ schematic to their base when they asked for permission to inspect, and repair if possible, the food re-sequencer.”

“Whatever the onboard Coleman personnel requested for the servicing, from their base, was shipped up immediately through their transporter, very efficient.”

“I was very impressed”, He commented.

“You saw how small those recyclers were; it took minimal effort to move them from the transporters to the work sites.”

“I’m glad to hear it Captain, I also saw that the Coleman people knew their jobs.”

“I put a few of their Miss. Kuni’s suggestions on your message board.”

“Miss Kuni is talking with Mrs. Kahlest now.”

“You may have to sit down with all your senior officers and have a budget meeting when they are through Captain.”

Kahlest grunted, “I see. I will be sure to discuss it with Mrs. Kahlest.”

“I know Commodore; the conditions in this ship did not meet your expectations. I thank you for your indulgence.”

“I thank you for your cooperation Kahlest,” I stated. “But we’re not out of the woods yet.”

“I don’t know how far the Bajorans want to fund for this mission, I just hope we don’t all end up in the hole.”

“By the way Commodore,” said Kahlest, “I wanted to take this time to inform you that Ms. Tash, and Dr. Tehk, have asked me for permission to take quarters on board this ship.
I said yes of course.”

“I hope there are no difficulties between you three?"

"I understand you all have a close relationship with them.”

“Well Captain,” I replied, “we were bumping into each other a lot lately."

"Maybe they just wanted a little more space.”

“I should warn you Captain, that if both of those ladies went shopping together, I would expect a ship load of goods to be transported aboard very shortly after their arrival.”

“I would make sure you have personnel at both transporter stations.” I laughed.

“Maybe that explains this Commodore” Kahlest said as he handed his message PADD.

The message read;

‘1200HRS, United Space Ways Freight Outfitters, request permission to board for the purpose of crew quarters maintenance, and the installation, of crew quarters furnishings as ordered by Ms. Be’nen Tash and credited to her personal account.’

‘The operation is tentatively scheduled for 1800HRS EST today to 0600 HRS EST, tomorrow.’

‘Request the transporter be manned, all materials will be delivered and installed by our personnel, subject to your inspection and guidance IAW Luna port GSA regulations. '

'Stanley Ball, Manager.’

“That’s the company I used to work for, before I took this job,” I exclaimed.

“I didn’t even know that they serviced other than USF shuttles."

"Are you going to approve it Captain?”

“Yes Commodore,” he said with a smile.

“I already have.”

“I’m rather curious as to what she can do with our crude accommodations.”

“I’m sure my wife will be watching too.”

“You’re curious!” I exclaimed.

“Those two women always seemed to keep me guessing.”

“If you don’t mind Captain, I’m going down and see if that food re-sequencer can furnish me a hot meal or at least a hot cup of coffee; would you like to join me?”

“Do you think it will be fit to eat, Commodore,” he asked?

“Well they have a beef, ham, pork, chicken and fish on the sequencers’ menu bar; hopefully the ham and pork might meet your taste.”

“The vegetables, and beverages, you will have to try and see for yourself,” I explained.

“Yes I guess so, Commodore,” he said glumly.

“I have had some of the Earth cuisine at Luna port."

"It seemed very hard for the food service personnel there to get my meat as raw as I liked it.”

“Evidently the thawing process caused all your frozen foods to be heated to an almost cooked temperature.”

“I’m sure you could get pork dishes that way in the New Berlin restaurants,” I commented.

“They cater to all the big spenders there, I here.”

Kahlest only grunted and got out of his Captains seat and walked down to the common room with me.

There was about ten of my crew there scoffing up lunches and dinners.

They gave a small cheer when we came in.

The Coleman crews along with Miss. Kuni, were also testing out the re-sequencers menu.

I went to the starting line and picked up my new plastic plate, knife, fork and spoon from the utensil hoppers.

Then I held my plate under the arrow for Ham; out dropped a slice of ‘ham’, a roundel of about four inches round and about three eights of an inch thick.

It was just enough to fit on a slice of bread if you wanted it to.

Next were the mashed potatoes.

It came out in a stream like it came from ice cream cone filler.

It was the same thing for the sweet potatoes and squash listed, I guessed.

I opted for carrots next; they were nice little round slices of about an inch and a quarter.

The peas that I ordered looked like rabbit feed pellets, green short tubes about 1mm long.

I imagined the green beans listed were much the same, only longer.

The deserts were only puddings.

I had to go back to the utensil hoppers to get another cup for my vanilla pudding.

In the condiment section of the line was cocoa, coffee and hot water for tea, brown or chicken flavored gravy, catsup, mustard, and mayonnaise.

The bread at the end of the line was a circular four inch fairly soft cracker.

Evidently these weren’t made by the re-sequencer.

I was ready to eat so I sat down at a table with Miss Kuni, and Howard, and started to dig in; I was hungry.

The ham tasted like canned Spam on Earth.

As a bachelor I ate a lot of Spam and learned to like it.

The potatoes tasted like all dehydrated potatoes; with gravy on them I could eat it by the pound.

The carrots tasted carroty.

The peas tasted a little like greens beans, but that was okay.
The pudding was okay too.

Angel, and Howard, looked at me a little funny when I went back to put some gravy on my cracker.

I let it soften and wolfed it down.

I didn’t particularly like dry crackers.

Kahlest, when he sat down next to me, was munching on about two pieces of ham.

He had piled up about two inches of the ham slices on his plate that was covered in chicken gravy.

There was a very large helping of peas on his plate, also covered in chicken gravy.

In one cup he had what looked like pea soup, somehow I had missed the soup section.

The other cup he had was black coffee.

He asked me what the crackers were.

I told him they were un-leavened bread, used by humans for food, and snacks, for centuries.

He then spread lemon flavored pudding over them, and ate them while smacking his lips with a big smile on his face.

“I must get my wife” he said, and off he went to her Pursers office.

When he came back he sat her down at a table, pick up his plate from where I was sitting and walked over to her with his plate full of food again and said, “Here my heart try this.”
KaLitra Kahlrst, tried a little bit of this, and that, off of Kahlest’s plate, then told him to get another plate for himself while she ate the rest of what Kahlest had given her.

Kahlest came back with two more plates, filled with everything he had the first time, with crackers, pudding with cups of coffee and peas soup.

They both ate all that he had set on the table.

When he finished, he grunted like it could have been a belch and said, “I must relieve the bridge crew so they can come to eat” and left for the bridge.

Mrs. Kahlest then rose from her table nodded to me and said “Commodore”, and returned to her office across the hall.

Watching the two Klingons eat the food from the re-sequencer seemed to be an event.

Both Howard and Miss. Kuni who were watching were agog.

“They were really, really hungry,” Miss Kuni said.

“I’m glad they like the food,” said Howard, “but I sure as hell won’t put myself between them and their meal plates.”

“Personally, I never in my life seen anyone eat that many Star Fleet crackers,” I commented, “and with lemon pudding on them at that.”

“They were eating them like they were sugar cookies.”

We all laughed a little, but I was very happy.

They really liked the food.

The food re-sequencer furnished only bare essentials, but it was enough.

The menu was basic lunch and dinners.

If you wanted breakfast you had to have ham with no eggs, milk and crackers.

You ended up with ham, or a toasted cracker with coffee, or tea.

The crew quarters area where the Klingons were living had a galley with a stove and refrigerator.

The large refrigeration unit on B deck was a door-less shell filled with spare parts, that and the laundry machines had to be replaced at Earth Space dock.

The moon bases just could not equip us with that type of large pieces of commercial equipment that we needed.

I started to get up from my table to go to the bridge when Miss. Kuni remarked, “It’s almost time to go now Commodore.”

“It is almost eighteen hundred hours, and we have to pack up and be ready to leave when Ms. Tash returns with her shuttle.”

I said, “Sure, I’ll walk down with you. I want to thank you again for all your help.”

“You are welcome Commodore,” she replied with a great big smile.

“My report on the condition of the re-sequencer working after all these years will, I’m sure, make corporate headquarters very happy, and when they are happy, I’m happy.”

“I’m sure,” I replied with my best grin that I could provide.

I was kind of sad to see her go; she was such a delightful young lady to look upon.

We all walked down to C deck to see them all off at the shuttle docking port entrance.

Most of the crew that was not on required duty was there to shake hands and give thanks.

I think Miss Kuni and Howard were a little touched by the send off.

I gathered senior management rarely had contact with working crew members.

The intercom sounded; “Will the Coleman Industries personnel please report to the shuttle bay and prepare for departure.”

“From the captain and crewmembers I wish to thank Coleman Industries for their service.”

“Please inform me when all personnel and equipment are boarded and are ready to disembark.”

I shook hands with Miss Kuni, and Howard again.

“Please stop by and see us if you get a chance Chief, be sure to bring Ms. Tash with you, I would really like to meet her.”

“Thanks for the hospitality,’ she said with a laugh.

“Good luck on your mission.”

The Coleman crew all boarded their shuttle and within a minute the shuttle bay claxon sounded and the depressurization started.

The shuttle bay doors opened slowly to make sure all the parts and pieces that were still in there didn’t fly off into space.

Those of us who could, waved “goodbye” at the entrance door windows.

Then they were off.

Be’nen, and her passengers, was on their way in with her shuttle, and my curiosity was hard to get a grip on to.
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Old May 9 2014, 05:01 PM   #27
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor

By T.M. Flavin

Book One – The Monarch

Chapter Twenty one - Housekeeping on the Monarch.

Shuttle number two floated slowly into the shuttle bay.

Be’nen is an excellent pilot.

She brought the shuttle in with less than six inches ground clearance on thrusters, so when the shuttle bay doors closed, and the shuttle settled down, there was little or no jarring.

When the shuttle bay claxon stopped the shuttle door opened and out came the passengers.

Pete and Diane Murray, Ron and Jenny Thornton, Nichelle Bushong and Mona Freeman all came out with bundles in hand.

The same was with the two Klingon women with their two kids apiece.

Everyone was making extra trips back inside the shuttle to gather up more packages from its insides.

Then the back hatch was opened and more stuff was unloaded.

A lot of it was groceries, cleaning supplies and toilet paper.

Everyone had at least two big bundles of that.

When I headed for the shuttle side door, Ron shouted out to me:

”We need to make sure we have all the transporters manned Chief, we got a lot more things being transported up besides this.”

Then over the intercom there was an announcement:

“Ms. Tash please report to the bridge, your Space Ways Freight people are here.”

The decompression claxon sounded for the other shuttle bay, and in flew the servicing shuttle of the United Space Ways Freight Company.

‘Just what did Be’nen buy?’

Staunn then popped her head out the door and asked;

“Michael, we’re going to need to need some help here too.”

When I looked inside the shuttle I saw that there was a pile about five feet high of bundles.

“We need to get these things up to A Deck, Michael,” she said.

“It’s for our new quarters."

"Don’t worry we got some things for you too.”

Staunn was dressed in a new outfit, she had on red sneakers, a white kulak type skirt, a red pullover that showed her figure, an expensive looking white sport jacket, a red leather shoulder handbag, and to top it off was a white beret trimmed in red lettering.

I had to stop her bustling around to read it.

It read:” Commodore’s Personal Physician.”, around a gold three star “Commodore” emblem, with a medical insignia embossed on its center.

“You like it”, she said with a big kiss?

“Wait ‘til you see what Be’nen bought.”

When I looked at Be’nen my eyes almost popped out.

Instead of the business ready Vulcan administrator, it was Flame Forte of the Space Legion.

She had on small brown ankle boots, a mid thigh length khaki skirt, a big dark brown belt with a winged belt buckle, that had a similar emblem like Stauns cap emblem, a form fitting red blouse, and I swear she was wearing a pushup bra because her cleavage was eye popping.

She was also wearing a khaki baseball hat that put her hair into a pony tail and aviator sun glasses.

The cap was gold embroidered with my three star
“Commodore” emblem, winged, with the words:

“Commodore’s – Personal – Pilot.”

Be’nen threw a light leatherette jacket over her shoulder, walked over to me, lifted my chin off my chest and gave me a little kiss and said;

“Well if I’m to be your personal pilot I may as well look the part.”

“Could you help Staunn with these packages please, Michael?”

“I have to report to the bridge and get some housekeeping chores started.”

She then more or less sashayed out the door and on up to the bridge.

As I stood at the doorway admiring Be’nen’s exit view, Staunn spoke up;

“We got our outfits at the casino in New Berlin."

"Commander Hayes escorted us there."

"He even bought us dinner.”

“I’ll bet he did,” I replied cynically.

I wondered how many other men followed these two around, probably slobbering all over both women.

Jeeze, I didn’t think I could be jealous over women at my age.

Staunn was chuckling when she told me;

“He took us to the Vulcan representative, and to see the Ferengi representative, who happens to manage the Hotel and Casino.”

“Boy you should see your face, you’re really blushing.”

“I can’t help it,” I grumped.

“Keeping track of one beautiful woman is hard enough on a guy, and I have two of them.”

“Oh to love a human male,” she laughed.

“Michael, you are such a joy to be with. You always make me laugh.”

“Come on help me take these packages up to my infirmary”

Staunn carried a small carryon bag, and a shoe box.

I carried four tote bags of groceries and a two foot square package of something, and after three flights of stairs, I was bushed.

Where the hell was everybody, there is never any help around when you needed it?

I didn’t have to wait long to find out why.

Captain Kahlest, the purser and half the crew were gathered in front of the Lavatories listening to Be’nen give directions to the head technician of Space Ways Freight, Stan Ball.

Stan waved to me and spoke out to Captain Kahlest;

“Captain, the units that Ms. Tosh and other members ordered are self contained modules that we usually refit shuttle craft with, but they can be hooked up to your water and sewage system easy enough.”

“I strongly recommend that you allow us to install the main lines so that these six module packages can be integrated into your internal plumbing works.”

“We will of course install extra couplings for feeders and lateral lines so that after these initial units are installed, you can add other packages at your convince.”

“Please proceed Mr. Ball,” replied Kahlest.

“Ms. Tash has briefed me on this project.”

“If you need any assistance, please inform my chief engineer, Mr. Hon’Tihl,” nodding in Keedera’s direction.

“I’m sure Commodore Thomas’ staff will also oblige.”

Stan shook hands with the Klingon chief engineer;

“Mr. Hon’Tihl, I have reviewed the ships schematics that you provided us.”

“Would you please show one of my assistants where we can tap into the six inch drain, and also where the two inch water lines to the lavatory system are located.”

“We will also need to locate sites in the passenger quarter’s floor bulkheads, for the drains and water lines.”

“I don’t know if Captain Kahlest informed you that we are contracted to complete the installation of only Ms. Tash, and a Dr. Tehk’s quarters, and they are to be completed by 0600 HRS tomorrow.”

“My crew will do all the labor and installation on these two units.”

“Please feel free to use our equipment and expertise as we complete the required phases of the initial installation.”

“The first priority for all these people standing around would be to clean out the next four adjoining units of any debris, so the plumbing can be hooked up if you want.”

“Can we get started?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Ball,” he replied.

“Dhivael, go with Mr. Ball, or with whomever he wants, to B deck and assist with the pipe layouts.”

“Keep in mind that we have only one overhead lift on that deck and no ladders that can reach the top deck.”

“Mr. Murry, Mr. Murdoch maybe you can organize the advisory staff to prepare those next four next quarters; I would appreciate it.”

“You bet Mr., Hon’Tihl,” replied Pete.

“You heard the man people.”

“I need some help here so my wife and I can sleep in the comfortable room that Ms. Tash just got for us.”

“Diane could you help man the transporters? Jennie could you help Dianne too?”

Both women said yes and headed for the un-manned personnel transporter that had still not been cleared for human transport.

Stan then asked that the Captain keep the Monarch in a stationary orbit over Thyco City, until all the modules were on board, to speed the installation, as all the units were to be transported from the warehouse located there.

I then stood back and watch a mass evacuation of all the quarters in the two central rows of the old modified slave quarters.

There was still a lot of debris material left in them.

Some of it was shifted from the center row of quarters to the unoccupied outer row of quarters.

Everything had to be hand carried; there were no elevators on the Monarch.

Eventually all of the debris from the rooms would be toted down to B deck.

Then the unit modules from USWF were carried back up from the freight transporters.

The only thing that was transported up and scheduled to to stay on B deck, was the water and drain piping.

Stan’s crew was very efficient.

The whole crew worked in the first unit clearing out the debris and bringing up the initial units.

The cleaning materials came up first, four spray foam units and two shop vacuums.

Then two people remained to hose down the interior with foam and vacuum clean the bare quarters.

After that the rest of the crew went to the second unit.

By the time the second unit was emptied of debris, the cleaning crew was ready for the second quarters.

The remaining crew after the first unit was dry, went back to reestablish all the electrical circuitry.

Hooking up the old circuits was kind of tricky.

First the access plates that were welded over had to be removed.

Then the wires, if they were there had to be fished out and see if there was any live contact.

That took a lot time with the ships engineers to finally get all the wiring sorted out, and re-hooked up.

After the wiring was finished in both rooms, Stan’s crew headed for B deck, to hook up and install the water, and drain pipes.

First they had to fabricate an over head workers basket that could reach the ceiling bulk heads, using the ship’s overhead freight lift crane.

Along with the basket, they also needed a safety harness, because sometimes they had to crawl on top of the hoist frame work, to secure the pipes to the over head bulk head seems.

Once they secured about 9m of pipe to the ceiling, the length of B deck cargo bay, they temporarily capped it off.

The Monarch crew would have to extend the remaining lateral piping; on their own time.

That was nice of them because just to reach the first two units took less than 9.5m of piping.

Hooking up to the Lave drop, and water lines, was a chinch; the miracle of plastic plumbing, or rather ceramics.

All the materials used were composed of Lunar locally produced materials; mainly ceramics formed from moon dust ceramic material, molded over a metal foil binder.

Even the modules that were to be used in the crew quarters were manufactured in much the same way.

When they were spray finished with polymers you couldn’t tell the difference from them and the units produced on Earth.

This way the only expense was the importation of the polymer spray.

Even the molding process was cheaper using recycled metal for foils, low pressure foil presses and spray ceramic.

All low tech, and locally manufactured.

These were by no means the products of the highest furnishing standards that Star Fleet had access to, but regular run of the mill units that was furnished to independent contractors.

Good, durable and cheap.

In fact you could find similar units on any construction site on Earth, or else ware.

The typical arrangement for the modules in the confined 3.5m x 4m room space, like the room that Be’nen picked; you would first see, on the right hand wall, a small desk, about 1.5m long, with or without a small refrigerator unit.

Over that desk the crew mounted the new video screens.

All of the six initial units were to be equipped with small personal refers.

On the back wall would be a combination of units from right to left; a close closet unit, a small shelf unit, a fold flush commode unit, a lavatory door unit, which contained a fold up sink and medicine cabinet, with mirror, ending with the shower unit at the rooms’ corner.

The left hand wall was mounted the standard Star Fleet size sleeper couch, with a shelf unit on each ends.

The couch-bed could be made into a full sized bed, by pulling out extenders and using the back cushions of the couch as a mattress; the preferred unit for married couples.

The same bed space could be used for bunk beds, for those that preferred to pair up, and share the cost of those initial units.

With the main plumbing lines installed, most of the crew went up to A deck and started the painting process.

Using an electrostatic paint spraying unit, the units were first primed, and by the time the second unit was finished being primed, the first unit was dry enough for the finishing painting.

Be’nen elected to have the standard Star Fleet crew colors of two-tone gray.

The wanes coating effect on the walls, and floor was a medium dark gray, with the rest of the wall and ceiling a silver gray.

It would match her light gray and chrome finished unit modules; very businesslike looking.

Staunn on the other hand opted for a yellow-tan finish with over all appliqués of trees, plants and flowers.

The floor was grass green.

All of her unit modules were made with wood trim decals, with a very homey appearance of a beach house.

Stan’s crew took a break for a half hour to make sure the paint was completely dry.

They all went to the common room for coffee and snacks from the food re-sequencer.

All marveled over the fact that the old machine was operational, and the food that was available was even edible.
My crew took turns explaining what had to be done to restore its function and then followed up by showing them the recyclers in the engine room.

Everything went well working with Stan and his crew.

All fourteen rooms of the center section of A deck were at least cleaned up by my crew, and had their water and sewage lines installed.

All had the overhead LCD lighting strips installed.

The majority had been completed for the additional electrical outlets, or was working on them.

The first five rooms had all the ordered furnishings, which Be’nen had ordered, and were installed by the time I went on duty at midnight.

Pete and Diane Murray, and Ron and Jenny Thornton, each had a room the same as Be’nen.

Nichele Bushong and Mona Freeman opted to bunk in together and had bunk beds installed.

Larry Comet only had a small sink unit, with medicine cabinet, installed for his water and sewage lines.

The rest of his compartment lines were capped off.

He utilized the original old metal wall cot, with a new mattress of course.

A salvaged wall locker, a small refer, a small desk and video setup, more or less completed his room.

Many of the other crewmembers set up there quarters similar to Larry’s.

Many just moved their home made furnishing from their former units and got by with a new video and refer, saying they would only be in the rooms for a month so why go to the extra expense of fixing the place up.

Tough guys.

When we moved Staunn’s stuff into her quarters, I had to take the tour.

We stood together in the shower unit to make sure we both fit in.

She then showed me the deluxe addition to the commode section, it had a retractable urinal.

I promised myself to never use it because when you sat down on the retractable commode, the urinal seemed to be right at nose level.

We had to pull out the bed and make sure we both had enough room to sleep on it.

This really wasn’t necessary when sleeping with Staunn, because she seemed to be wrapped around me most of the night anyhow.

She then had to rush an order to purchase an extra chair so we could sit at her little desk together for coffee or a snack.

She eventually filled the little refer up with drinks, and little containers of what I was sure was popcorn shrimp.

She also had a shelf full of dried goods that she purchased from the Ferengi shop at the casino in New Berlin.

Staunn was happy, it was a small place, but it was her own space.

I just couldn’t stop smiling at her enthusiasm.

I could see with Be’nen, that the situation with her quarters, for her it was barely tolerable.

Standing together in the shower at Staunn’s behest, showed that with her six foot frame we would never be in a position to retrieve a dropped bar of soap.

Her refer contained bottled water and Vulcan nutrient drinks she picked up at Luna port.

There was one shelf unit that seemed to be packed with what looked like a year’s supply of bread sticks, evidently another Vulcan delicacy.

She seemed to sum up her situation by saying;

“If we have a child Michael, I’ll probably have to buy this ship for a place for them to play in”.

I just held on to her hand for a while, and told her;

“Be’nen, Earth is our home and I promise our son will meet his grandparents, who would spoil him rotten.”

“Humph,” she said, “Vulcans don’t have rotten children, how could you say such a thing?”

Staunn kind of giggled and I gave Be’nen a hug and a peck on the check and reassured her;

“Yea sure, Be’nen, all our children will be perfect.”

“Children?” she questioned, “I said child, singular not plural. Just what are you getting at?”

“I’m getting out of here while I still can,” I replied as I made my retreat.

“I have to check on the other room’s status.”

Most of my crew was now pretty well settled in.

All had praise for Be’nen’s help with her financial assistance, and all the cooperation they got with the USWF personnel.

Larry was just completing his video hook-up, and was searching the ships computer for some of the old video files that he had found.

That way he could watch the news of what was happening on his birth day fifty some odd years ago.

At least he now had some beer in his refer.

Officer Fleming had an interesting room.

Junk deco was his motifs.

He had a beat up old storage locker that had a new coat of paint; a tiny metal sink unit that he had riveted to the bulkhead.

A piece of shinny metal for a mirror, a little distorted, but you could shave with it.

He even had a bath tub fashioned out of a fifty five gallon size plastic fluid container, split in half length wise.

It wasn’t completely hooked up yet, but he said he couldn’t wait to try it out.

He did have a new refer, but nothing in it as yet.

Various pails, pallet pieces, boxes and metal shelving made up the rest of the décor.

His video was a computer monitor that he found some place; probably from the Type 15 shuttle that was in disrepair.

He also had quite a collection of pictures of various species of females taped to his walls.

I wondered what else Larry found in those old data bases.

They sure didn’t look like slave girls.

Officer Carney and Officer Flanagan were bunking together.

Their room proved that the security team was probably the best scroungers on the ship.

These two probably had the only slave double bunks left on the ship, installed in their quarters.

The beds had no mattresses only pieces of pallet materials and sleeping bags.

The sink was a modified five gallon pale.

There was two refers and no video screen, only their pers-comps were hooked up, and they were sitting at a round cable spool, used as a card table.

A beat up locker with one door missing, various crates boxes and pails to sit on made up the rest of their décor.

The barest of all the quarters was Mr. Og’s, and the two Dabo girls.

They were manning the transporter for most of the refurnishing operation, so was left out of the ordering process somehow.

They were happy to move into a lot cleaner quarters, but they were still sleeping on the floor.

They had a few bins and boxes to sit on.

The water and sewage lines weren’t installed yet in their unit and there was only one electrical outlet working for the video feed for their pers-comps.

I told them to move into my shuttle until their quarters were finished.

I figured if I was a good boy I could find sleeping accommodations else ware.

Og asked me if he could take the Ferengi shuttle to Luna port for its inspection and servicing, in the morning.

He assured me that it was ready to launch.

I said, “Okay, and take the girls with you.”

They were all very happy.

I helped them pack some of their personal goods down to my shuttle.

I packed a change of clothes and my shaving gear from the shuttle and headed back up to A deck.

On A deck I met Be’nen, and Staunn, in the little infirmary and asked them where I could put my things until tomorrow.

Staunn spoke up first, “You can put them in my room, besides it’s my turn and I want to show something to you before you go to sleep.”

So we went to Staunn’s newly refurbished room.

I sat on her new couch while she brought out a small tray of popcorn shrimp, candied grass hoppers and something that looked like mushroom tops, but didn’t taste like mushroom, to snack on.

She also had a small bottle of Ferengi synth-ale, which I could only sample because, as I was going on duty shortly.

Staunn cuddled, chatted, snacked and sipped synth-ale until her eyelids started to droop and it was time for me to head for the bridge.

I kissed her good night, and told her I would see her tomorrow.

She said, “Yes, I really want to show you what I got from the Ferengi ambassador, It’s important.”

“It’s a date then,” I said. “Good night princess.”
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Old May 10 2014, 07:46 PM   #28
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor

Book One – The Monarch

By T.M. Flavin

Chapter Twenty Two - Be’nen and Staunn’s shopping trip.

When the crew from United Space Ways showed up for their quarters refurbishing project, and I had a break from carrying Be’nen and Staunns’ packages, I asked;

“Can you tell me now what is going on here?”

“We can talk in my infirmary, mother. If you want to,” spoke up Staunn.

“Yes,” replied Be’nen.

So we walked back to Staunn’s office for some privacy.

“It looks as if you had a very productive trip Be’nen.”

“You look absolutely fabulous, but what is all this going to cost me, and the mission,” I queried?

“Hopefully nothing,” she replied. “I just furnished the start up funding for ourselves, and the rest of the advisory crew, those who needed a loan to purchase some furnishing, and facilities modules, at a discount.”

I had to sit down.

“Be’nen, I love you, but just how did all this come about?”

“You never said anything to me about it?”

“I told you before that I would protect my daughter, and my mate,” she huffed.

“I hoped you didn’t like living in this pig sty?”

“After all you are the mission command advisor and I am an ambassador level assistant.”

“This ship is unseemly, and its accommodations are un-professional for persons of our rank and status. So I made some complaints.”

She actually smiled with her explanation.

“I also asked Mr. Murray, and Mr. Thornton, what they thought of the present conditions that they were living in,” she continued.

“They said it was something like the “pits” and that they were “sucking a hind tit in a hog wallow”.

“I didn’t quite understand what that meant, but Staunn told me that it wasn’t good.”

“So I asked them if I could help change the circumstances would they be willing to help me make some changes.”

“They all said, Yes, Michael.” She emphasized pointedly.

“So I asked them if I backed them for a loan would they agree to buy facilities similar to what was in shuttle number one, the one that YOU are staying in.”

“Oh brother,” I grumbled.

“When you made me your shuttle pilot,” she continued, “I thought it was an opportune time to purchase a few items for Staunn and myself, but these people were living in slave pens so I thought I would use a little of my influence to help us out a little.”

“Influence,” I asked. “What kind of influence?”

“I talked to the Vulcan Ambassador,” she replied.

I now was holding my head in my hands thinking; ‘looks like I’m headed back to retirement again.’

“When we landed at Luna port I asked the crew to stick close to the transit hotel until I called them,” she continued.

“I might be needing them for additional information.”

“They all agreed that when I finished my business, I would take them to New Berlin later to do some shopping. Which we did, didn’t we Staunn?”

“Yes mother we sure did,” Staunn replied cheerily.

“I then called on Commander Hayes, and asked him to escort me to the Vulcan representative here on the moon, which happened to be right next to the port."

"It was there we met Ambassador Mar’Rela at the Vulcan consulate.”

“After we were introduced by Commander Hayes, the Ambassador asked me what he could assist me with.

I asked him if he knew who I was, and what my current status with the Vulcan Embassy on Earth was.”

The Ambassador said; “Yes I do know who you are Ms. Tash, would you give me a second to verify your present status?”

“I heard that you were on some sort of a mission to Bajor."

"Some kind of recovery operations you are to be involved with, I believe?”

“Yes Mr. Ambassador,” I told him.

“I am presently attached to the Military Assistance and Advisory Group – Bajor; Commanded by Chief Warrant Officer (Ret) Michael Thomas”

“I see here Ms. Tash that everything seems to be in order,” Ambassador Mar’Rela replied.

“How can I be of assistance?”

“I would like to establish a line of credit for fifty thousand credits, backed by my accounts at the Vulcan Bank, on Earth, and these two properties that I have on Earth, that may be sold to guarantee the loan requirements if needed,” was my answer.

“The Ambassador was a little taken aback,” Be’nen continued.

He said; “It can be arranged, but I think it is a little unusual to need such a request.

“He then asked why I would need so much money here on the Moon; and that there were banks at New Berlin that would be glad to establish a line of credit for me.”

“I told him, ‘I wanted to purchase up to twelve shuttle type refit module packages, to refurnish at least twelve units on the Bajoran leased ship, the Monarch, especially for me and my daughter.”

“But why, Ms. Tash,” he asked?

“Isn’t the ship leased in a joint venture; surely Star Fleet is in some way responsible for the facilities within the ship?”

He then asked Cmdr. Hayes;

“Is it not true Commander Hayes?”

“Before Cmdr. Hayes could reply, I interjected,” Be’nen continued.

“I am really not sure about Star Fleet, Mr. Ambassador, but I feel I could not wait for their approval.”

“The conditions aboard the ship are deplorable and as a member of the Vulcan Ambassadorial staff, on leave of absence, I deem it necessary to take immediate action at my own expense to help remedy the situation.”

“If you can get me some reimbursement from Star Fleet, I would appreciate it, but right now I don’t want my daughter, and myself, to spend another night on that ship, that the crew calls a “Hog bellow.”

“Hog Wallow,” I corrected.

“Don’t interrupt Michael, I’m not through yet,” Be’nen corrected.

Staunn started her huff huff laughter, and stated;

“You should have see Commander Hayes’ face, I thought he was going to explode.”

Be’nen continued;

“The Ambassador asked Commander Hayes, “Is this true, Commander Hayes. Have you personally seen that vessel?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Ambassador, it’s in pretty bad shape."

"It’s a former Orion slave ship I believe,” was his reply.”

“I see,” said Mar'Rela, and then he asked him;

"Could you assist Ms. Tash, Commander, in acquiring what she needs? I will see to the money situation.”

“Yes sir,” he answered, “I will assist her in whatever she needs, Mr. Ambassador.”

“He just had to inform his staff.”

“The Ambassador thanked him and offered to send one of his assistants with him.”

“Ambassador Mar’Rela then surprised me by saying that; “All the charges are to be forwarded to the Lunar Vulcan Legation,” and assured me; “That this will all be financially worked out between Star Fleet, and the Vulcan Embassy, on Earth.”

“He then announced: ’I hope this is satisfactory to all parties here concerned?’”

“Commander Hayes said “Yes, sir”, and asked me; “Is there any particular place you wish to start, Ms. Tash”?

“I told him I wanted to start at United Space Ways; that you used to work for them, and maybe I could get a discount due to a referral.”

“My referral would amount to zip,” I quipped.

“You are interrupting again Michael, shall I continue?”

“Sorry.”

“Before we left with Commander Hayes, I asked the Ambassador if Staunn and I could have a moment in private with him.”

“Commander Hayes said he would wait outside, and when he left, I requested that the Ambassador assist me in finding if we had any living relatives on Vulcan, or anywhere else?”

Be’nen continued; “I told him the names that he knew us by were the names I picked out of a dictionary, because I could not remember my mothers’ name, at the time we were repatriated back to Vulcan.”

“I know now that my mothers’ true Vulcan name was La’T’Freja.”

“I also told him about the circumstances surrounding Staunns’ father and his ultimate demise.”

“I wanted us to meet with the Frengi representative at New Berlin."

"So I requested that he make the preliminary arrangements for a meeting with the local Ferengi representative, pertaining to the former Ferengi merchant trader named Targ, Staunns' father.”

“Mommy never told me his name,” interjected Staunn. “It was quite a shock to me.”

“I know Staunn,” said Be’nen, “but you knew my feelings on the matter. Things have changed now.”

“You will be meeting more, and more, Ferengi on this trip, and I don’t want any dark clouds hanging over us.”

“Anyway you have a right to know; maybe not all of his relatives were of the same character.”

“Ambassador Mar’Rela said that he would make a call to the Ferengi Trade Commissioner, a Mr. Numb, to expect a visit from us,” Be’nen continued.

“We both thanked the ambassador for being so helpful and left with Commander Hayes to go over to United Space Ways.”

“I called Mr. Thornton and requested that he and the rest of the Assistance Group personnel that were interested in looking to upgrade their on board quarters, to meet us there.”

“All six people met us at the USWF terminal."

"There we met with Mr. Ball.”

“Mr. Ball was very complimentary to us,” Be’nen continued.

“He said that he didn’t understand why you had quit USW so suddenly, but after he met Staunn and I; he said he now understood completely.”

“Do you know what he meant by that Michael?”

“I haven’t a clue,” I lied.

Be’nen harrumphed, Staunn gave a Ferengi giggle, and Be’nen continued with her narrative.

“Mr. Ball was very helpful.”

“He said that they usually only serviced USW shuttles, but under the circumstances, he would save us the time by showing us what he had in stock, and by ordering locally what he didn’t have."

"He was sure he could fill our order.”

“When we looked at his catalogs and seen what he had to offer, I told the crew members that I was backing them with the necessary credits to purchase enough units to furnish up to twelve units.”

“Some people would have to continue to double up, but for Staunn, and I, it could only be minimally satisfactorily, to live at least like a lowly Star Fleet recruit; with a decent bed, a shower and private lavatory, for the time we are to spend on the Monarch.”

“They all cheered, Michael,” Be’nen stated. “I was astonished.”

“Mr. Murray even came up to me a slapped me on my back and said;"

"‘Your alright Be’nen, we were on our way to get some stuff for our quarters too."

"You were way ahead of us, thank you, and count me in.’”

“Mr. Ball was a little taken aback at the large order, and asked Commander Hayes if he could use some of the GSA equipment from Star Fleet, to be reimbursed later, so he could complete the order.”

“After we discussed it with Mr. Murray and Mr. Thornton, we settled on five units to be delivered when we returned to the Monarch today.”

“Two of the units for Staunn and I were to be installed by the USW crew, along with the installation of the required water, and sewage lines.”

“Mr. Murray stayed behind at USWF, to coordinate with Captain Kahlest and his engineer,” Be’nen continued.

“With all parties in agreement, I told them I was going to New Berlin to see the Ferengi Trade commissioner, and if there was any one else wanting to go, please come along.”

“Of course everyone went except for Mr. and Mrs. Murray, and the Commander, went with me.”

“Commander Hayes said he would stick around to assist Mr. Murray and give him a lift later to New Berlin.”

“So off we went to New Berlin, all of us, even the Klingons,” stated Be’nen.

“Now meeting the Ferengi Trade Commissioner that was quite an experience,” exclaimed Be’nen.

“Just to see the Commissioner some Ferengi, what did you call him Staunn?

“A little twerp.” explained Staunn.

“Yes, well Mr. Twerp wanted us to pay one hundred credits each, to see the ambassador,” said the exasperated Be’nen.

“One hundred credits each. I was upset.”

“She was furious,” interjected Staunn.

I could see why.

“I told Staunn that I wasn’t paying anything, to see anybody, about anything, that could be handled through a pers-comp.”

“I was ready to return to Luna port when Staunn said;’ that as long as everyone was here for the next six hours, that we may as well look around and do some shopping.’”

“That’s where we bought our outfits, do you like them,” asked Staunn?

“Yes very much, you both look lovely," I agreed;

"And you know your mother Staunn, she always looks absolutely glamorous, and you are the cutest.”

“I bet you had all the stray men in the casino following you around.”

“Yes, and it was very annoying too,” harrumphed Be’nen.

“They wouldn’t believe that I was just a lowly shuttle pilot.”

“But you aren’t, you’re my administrative assistant,” I exclaimed.

“I know that, but those nosey people didn’t need to know all our business. So I bought that outfit to convince them.”

“I bet that really convinced them,” I said sarcastically

“I must have only met two Ferengi in my whole life,” interjected Staunn.

“Mr. Og being one and the Ambassador to Earth the other, and I don’t remember his name.”

“Ambassador Meek.” replied Be’nen.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” answered Staunn, “today I must have met a hundred.”

“Of course they all wanted to meet her instead of me."

"I was almost blinded by all the camera flashes.”

“They were scurrying after her everywhere we went.”

“I don’t think mother would have had to pay for anything, if she would just stroke their ears a little.” Staunn laughed.

“That’s disgusting Staunn, after all I am engaged,” said Be’nen haughtily.

“At least we got in to see the Commissioner a lot cheaper.” said Staunn.

"Yes we did Staunn," agreed Be’nen.

“You know that Mr. Twerp bragged to me how he charged all the wait, and maintenance staff, five credits to take off fifteen minutes, just to go and see us?”

“Remarkable!” She exclaimed.

“Well I must admit you are lovely to look at, with or without clothes on."

"I might have paid ten credits to look at you myself.”

"You heard him Staunn," Be’nen replied.

“I’m getting two of those Ferengi prayer banks and putting them in our new quarters and if he continues to act like he does, see if he can pay his rent.”

Staunn laughed, “Mother, all you’ll get from an engineer is washers and IOUs.”

“I’ll try to find some gold ones’ for you both, and then you can put them on chains and have them jingle when you dance naked before me.”

"Ha," said Be’nen!

“I’ll have you know Vulcans don’t dance."

"If they do it is a dignified manner at and ambassadorial level."

"But you are distracting me."

"Dance naked indeed!"

“As Stauun said we got in to see the Ferengi Commissioner a lot cheaper. Only ten credits apiece.”

“Commissioner Numb is an elder Ferengi who was a little put out that Staunn was in his presence with clothes on.”

“We had to explain that she was only half Ferengi and that she had permission from her mate (you), to wear them.

“The first thing he asked Staunn; “Did she know how to do Oo-mox?”

When she said “No”, he immediately ordered his secretary to bring in a data book for her in Ferengi, “Oo-mox for Fun and Profit”.”

“That cost us twenty five credits.”

“Then he asked her; ‘Is it true what Ambassador Mar’Rela said, that you are a doctor?”

“When Staunn said; “Yes, I am presently the ship’s doctor for the Klingon vessel, the Monarch, that is presently orbiting the moon.”

“The Commissioner was astonished.”

“He then ordered his secretary to get him a data copy of the latest Ferengi Medical Journal, which cost us fifty credits, plus a subscription to the annual updates, for an additional twenty five credits.”

“His next question was if Staunn, “had a marriage manual, as required by law to be given to all newlywed wives.”

“When Staunn said no, it was another twenty five credits.”

“When he started to sell us a child rearing manual, I told him that this is not what we are here for, but to clear up a case concerning Staunn’s father.”

“It still cost us another ten credits for the child rearing manual along with a copy of “The Rules of Acquisitions” that all Ferengi children were required to memorize.”

“Absolutely essential,” he said.”

“Now what is your problem Ms. Tash, he finally asked?” continued Be’nen.

“I told him the circumstance of my involuntary servitude with Targ, and that he was accidently killed in my escape.”

“I was truly sorry that it happened, but I wanted to know my status within the Ferengi legal system.”

“Plus we would like to know if Staunn has any living Ferengi relatives, after all he was her father.”

“Commissioner Numb thought about it for a few seconds and then said:

“It will cost you twenty five credits to check on your present legal status.”

“So my credit card went in again.”

“I see here’” the commissioner said, “Targ died from injuries inflicted by a servant named Nandiboop."

"The charge is manslaughter, fourth degree.”

“Nandi is what he called me, Nandiboob, “excellent one who serves”,” Be’nen said.

“Nandiboob, I like that”, I cut in. “Nandibooby sweety.”

“You are interrupting again, Michael.”

“I then asked him what the implications were,” she continued.

“He said; ‘It means that if you plead guilty your fine will be twenty five credits, plus filing fees, to clear the record."

“Our statute of limitations has expired years ago.””

“”If you say you are innocent it will cost you one hundred credits to start with, to hire a proxy lawyer (he shivered at that thought) to plead your case in the court at Frenginar.””

“I pled guilty,” Be’nen continued, “I paid my fine of twenty five credits and was charged an extra twenty five credits filing fee.”

“I then asked him about Staunn’s legacy, if any, and if there were any of Targ’s family still around?”

“That will be fifteen credits for the search of Targs' family history,” replied the Commissioner.

“In went the credit card again,” Be’nen continued.

“The results was that Targ was married, and in debt on Ferenginar.”

“All of his property was confiscated upon his demise, except for his ship the “Bargain Hunter.”

“Evidently the wife, Wabi, escaped with her son to the ship before the confiscation could take place, and eventually she married one of the crew.”

“They still run in system freight, but the home location is unknown.”

“Also Targs' desiccated remains are still up for sale."

"Of the one hundred pieces, only two have been sold in the last thirty five years.”

“His recommendation was to buy the last of the remains.”

“They were only one quarter credit a piece, and by putting our names, and location address in for the purchase, his family would contact us, if they were interested in seeking a family relationship.”

“We both agreed, and paid the twenty five credits along with the additional five credit handling fee.”

“After the commissioner finished with my problem,” continued Be’nen, “He went back to Staunn.”

“You tell him Staunn.”

“The ambassador felt very sorry for me Michael,” Staunn started off.

“He was from the old school where Ferengi women stayed home, raised children and didn’t go out in to public, especially not wearing clothes.”

"He recognized that I didn’t have a Ferengi upbringing, but he felt obligated to pass on the parental advice that all mothers told their daughters prior to their marriage.”

“Seeing as I’m preparing for marriage, he wanted me to have an extra data file."

"It would only cost fifteen credits.”

“I told him of course I would buy it, and I appreciated his concern.”

“He then asked his secretary to bring me a copy of the supplement, to the Marriage Manual.”

“The Ferengi secretary’s ears went absolutely crimson."

"Can you guess what the data file was Michael?”

“I haven’t a clue,” I replied.

“It was a copy of the Ferengi facts of life, and marital sex manual,” was Staunns’ answer.

“Now I am complete, Michael.”

“With all this valuable information you will find out what a good wife I will be,” She started to laugh.

“Now you have to watch them all with me, so you will get the complete history of the undressed, and under loved Ferengi woman, who must prepare you all those native dishes of Ferenginar, that I just know you will just love eating.”

Staunn then came over to me and sat on my lap and said,

“Isn’t that right lover”?

“As long as you don’t bug me about it, Princess,” was my reply.

That gave Staunn a chuckle.

“I didn’t think it was funny Staunn, the ambassador practically accused me of being an unfit mother,” Be’nen huffed.

“I think she is just upset lover,” Staunn explained to me.

“That the old geezer wasn’t at all impressed by my mothers’ low buttoned blouse, and actually asked her to Oo-mox his ears,” Staunn chided.

“Staunn that’s not nice, you’ll get your ears boxed if you don’t watch out,” Be’nen announced.

“He was just trying to be nice for my sake, mother.”

You could see he was out of his comfort zone conducting business with females.”

“You know the Ferengi, mother."

"They keep their woman confined to their homes, and even with some of their recent reforms, extremely few Ferengi women conduct any type of business with strangers.”

“Besides that mother you shouldn’t be upset, you won all your money back at the Dabo table.”

“She did,” I exclaimed, “I always though Vulcans never gambled!”

“The game was a simple game of averages, beside that I thought they were charging too much for their services."

"I was irritated,” explained Be’nen.

“She won five bars of gold pressed latinum.”

“I think I’ll ask her to have one bar reshaped into washers for you, so you can put them into my prayer bank."

"I know mother will let you look at her for free.”

“Staunn what has gotten in to you? You are acting very strangely lately,” inquired Be’nen.

“I’m just happy mother.”

“You are free of charges, we are getting new quarters, we had a good time shopping, my mother still makes thing happen and I have my man.”

“This has been a good day mother,” exclaimed Staunn.

“I am just so happy, maybe it was the gold pressed latinum too, I don’t know.”

Be’nen just arched her eyebrow a little.

I got a big smack on the lips and a big embrace from Staunn.

I felt she was defiantly in a good mood.

“I hate to break up this little love fest, dears, but I have to get back to work and see how the Space Ways people are doing.”

“I have the late shift again tonight."

"Hopefully you are able to sleep in your newly refurbished quarters."

"I’ll have coffee with you later.”

I went out into the hall where all the activity was going on thinking; ‘Tomorrows’ another day, we’ll see if Be’nen stirred up a real hornets’ nest over this quarters issue, or is Star Fleet and Bajor, going to call a halt to my operation all together.’
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Old May 31 2014, 02:18 PM   #29
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor
Book One – The Monarch
By T.M. Flavin
Chapter Twenty Three - Progress on the Monarch
Going up to the bridge to start my shift, I stopped by to say thank you to Stan Ball and all of his crew.
They did a great job installing the two units for Be’nen and Staunn and for the all help they gave my crew in installing the other three units.
Also they really didn’t have to stay to help clean up, and assist with the plumbing installation of the other crew quarters.
At least now the former slave quarters in the central section of the A deck quarters were clean and freshly painted.
There were still more boxes of material to be installed, but our crew would finish up with that.
What really mattered was the whole center section of the A deck quarters now had access to water, sewage, electrical and comm. lines.
It was a great team effort.
On the bridge I relieved Captain Kahlest, who had been doing extra duty to free up his crew for all the work that was being done in the ship.
He was tired, and was a little worried about what had just happened with Be’nen’s actions with the Luna port authorities.
He was uncomfortable with the fact that Be’nen would take actions on her own without even a little hint of what she was up to.
In a way I agreed with him.
I told him that I would have a talk with her, and even though she probably had enough credit to buy this ship, she didn’t own it yet.
Kahlest seemed satisfied with my answer.
He then reported that he had shifted orbit a little so that when we passed over the major lunar settlement areas, we passed, in orbit, aside of them instead, of directly above them.
He also changed the angle of the ship so that the Earth was being shown on the main view screen display.
It was kind of nice to see the old girl, three out of the four hours in orbit.
I settled into the captains’ chair and started reading all my messages on the main com link.
The ship may still be a mess, but many things were progressing along very well.
The main engineering crew reported that they needed only minimal repairs to the radiation screens around the main and secondary drives.
The Monarch is based on a Klingon merchantman design, the J class.
The Monarch class is larger for its passenger service, and the extra shielding was probably required to meet the Star Fleet safety requirements.
The J class was notorious for its radiation leakage, so much so that crew members were reluctant to make repeated voyages in them.
As a contract Federation merchantman, manufactured at the Rigal IV Merimar manufacturing facility, that wouldn’t be a problem.
The work that Larry Comet, and Nichelle, along with Onnak Konmel, did with the onboard computer and communications systems seemed almost miraculous.
The number one accomplishment was his installation of the universal translator program.
The installation of the isolinear chip bank had effectively doubled the capacity of the main computer.
We now had the star chart capacity of its contemporary Constitution class long range galaxy exploration vessels.
Larry was also retrieving a gold mine of information from all the chips found on board.
The crew was now was also benefiting from all kinds of information; from alien videos, to news broadcast of seventy five years ago.
Most of the material was then dumped down to the Luna port authorities for distribution, and permanent archival storage.
I put in a note to Larry to keep in mind the condition of the computer on the Grayson, might be in, and to keep some of the chips, as a bridge to upgrading that system, prior to our getting to the mission site.
I read a notice from Kalest that the Rhino was on schedule to dock at our station at 0800 HRS, on the morrow, from its return trip to Earth Space Dock.
‘Fine’, I thought.
‘Some workers to finally get the fluid storage tanks cleaned out, so we can get the proper amount of water stowed.’
The list of notices included; the scheduled arrival of a Ferengi installation crew, to install the paper towel dispenser, that would use the on board recycled materials.
They were recommended by Mr. Og.
A note from the Purser, Mrs. Kalest, that the ships business account was now to be handled by the Vulcan Merchants Bank of Earth.
I could guess who recommended that bank, and a substantial line of credit had been established in accordance with the Bajoran lease agreement.
A note from Officer Fleming, that the armory now held five Star Fleet issued weapons of varying ages, all needing power packs.
The Klingon weapons materials, including knives were turned over to the Klingon weapons master for their stowage.
There were also spare parts for ship phasers, but because the Monarch had no phasers, what was to be the disposition; hold them for the Grayson, or turn them into Luna port?
I replied, “Hold the materials for the Grayson”.
An info note from Kahlest on Og’s request to fly the Ferengi shuttle to Luna port, with the Dabo girls, for shuttle inspection and servicing.
My reply was, “Okay by me. I recommend Mr. Og not leave until he has inspected the paper towel dispenser, to make sure it was the same product he ordered and at the same cost agreed upon.”
Dr. Tehk requested my presence at her quarters at 0800HRS sharp for an important conference. (I had to smile at that.)
Next was an info note from Kahlest, listing the next twelve of the ships personnel, that Be’nen would shuttle to Luna port, for leave time.
A note from the Klingon Load Master, Paghal Hon’Tihl; estimates on tonnage transported to all Luna ports to be at eight metric tons, to date.
This was not good.
With the Monarch’s capacity at one hundred thousand MT, and the fact that she was way over loaded, say to around one twenty five MT, at our present rate of offloading, we will be around be here for at least another three to four months.
Not good at all.
Made a note to Kahlest to have a meeting to discuss the debris offloading problem and its’ effect on the time restraints required to get the Grayson up and running.
My crew may have to abandon the Monarch to let its’ crew work out its own problems, while we head for Bajor in the Grayson.
With all my reports read, I sent an update of our status to the Bajoran Embassy.
Things were quiet so I decided to visit engineering.
I left the con to Mr. Deletham and Nichelle, and walked down to the common room, picked up a cup of coffee and continued down to main engineering.
Main engineering was starting to look neater.
Some painting had been done on the bulkheads that showed they were repaired in a hurry by some unknown Klingon crew.
Most of the rest of the scorched interior had at least been quick cleaned.
I supposed it was done with the same quick foam cleaner that was used in the crew quarters.
It smelled better too.
The smells from its condition when we boarded was one of age and neglect, happily not with the smell of death.
That would have been present when the original raiders had salvaged the ship for further use.
The economy of construction of these J Class merchantmen, and the Monarch, is kind of amazing.
It reminded me of a big shoe box with everything bolted on.
The cargo hull was everything, that’s how they made their money.
The engines could be completely replaced by un-bolting the mounts, and a few panels.
No sawing away at bulkheads.
It’s no wonder they have been around for so long, as long as the main box doesn’t wear out, everything can be replaced by re-attaching new, or rebuilt, parts as needed.
She wasn’t sleek like the interstellar long range exploration vessels; nor was it as ugly as the long range bulk freighters.
Her grace was in her utility and function.
In short hauls, and specialty freight for companies and colonies, she was hard to beat.
I kind of liked her.
I asked Mona Freeman, the engineer who was on watch with two Klingons, to tell me about some of things they were working on.
Mona briefed me that most of the problems they had were chasing down, repairing and/or replacing circuit breakers, and valves that were just old.
A lot of them didn’t have built in sensors like new parts would have, so most of the time it was just plain old hide and seek.
That meant crawling through all sorts of places.
The fact that the Klingons didn’t know any more about the ship than she did, didn’t help matters much.
The repairs took a little ingenuity, because most of the areas that requied regular service, and maintenance, was done previously under standards other than allied Federation crews.
So now that the services are being done by us, the repairs were being done in accordance with the most current modern standards fit for the Monarch.
That made getting up to date parts, mostly from lunar facilities; as long as our credit holds out.
So far so good.
“One item that was being done successfully”, Mona continued, “was the replacement of the plasma injectors.”
“They were very old, and weren’t the originals.’
‘That wasted the deuterium fuel, and the splash effect on the dilitium crystal causes extra wear and tear.”
“My guess is the previous crew opted to exchange the re-buildable injectors with those found in the ships they salvaged, and this warp engine was using then at a terrible rate.”
“If the people who previously owned this ship had stuck to her designed propulsion system instead of depending on the warp drive only, the warps engines would have lasted another hundred years.”
“You mean if they had used the ion drives?” I asked.
“You said it, Chief”, she answered. “According to Chief Murray and even Mr. Comet, these freighters were built to be economical, and cheaply operational.”
“She has warp capability, but those engines are about the same size as our shuttle.”
“Most of the work was supposed to be done with the ion drives.”
“It may have taken the voyages a little longer, but the cost would be far less.”
“These warp engines were designed for short hops only”.
“You’re right on that,” I agreed.
“Who cared if the freight got to their destination in a week instead of a day, especially for in system operations?”
“You would even save wear and tear, and fuel, for the impulse engines.”
“Exactly chief”, Mona exclaimed.
“A days flight with one of our Star Fleet cruisers, would take the Monarch a week.”
“Compared to a week in a cruiser, it would mean at least a month in the Monarch, but the freight would get there.”
“I don’t think anyone ever planned to send emergency supplies by one of these old freighters.”
“So what is the condition of the ion drives” I asked?
“They look fine Chief”, she answered.
“The impulse engine is a little low on deuterium, but she can still generate enough power for the ion drives.”
“I can’t vouch for the fusion reactor liner, like everything else around here it’s old too.”
“It’ll probably have to be replaced before we move to Bajor, but its working fine now”.
“Do the Klingons fully understand what is going on in here?” I asked.
“They do now Chief, especially after Mr. Comet got us those up to date schematics and diagnostic programs on line.“ She replied.
“Like I said before it’s the lack of up to data sensors feeding this ancient engineering section computer that is causing the repairs to be so labor intensive, but we’re working on it.”
“She really needs to be refitted at a space dock, there is only so much we can do here, and of course you already know that”.
“Yea I do Mona, I’m working on it.”
“First we have to get rid of all this scrap iron we’re carrying”.
“What do you think of our warp core?” Mona asked.
“Small isn’t it”, I commented.
“A warp core for a thirteen meter shuttle is large for a shuttle, but I bet it would fit into some of the repair tenders I worked with”.
“Thats what Chief Murray said,” Mona commented.
“This one is just big enough to form a warp bubble for the ship itself.”
“I figured all the pushing she did was under ion drive only”.
“I agree Mona, how are the nacelles”, I asked?
“They're all right I guess; they got the Klingons here to the moon.”
“I haven’t personally checked them out, but I heard no complaints.”
“They probably should have been up graded years ago for efficiency’s sake, but they still worked.”
“You’re probably right Mona.”
“This is certainly good job experience.”
“The Grayson is almost as old, but at least it had periodic refits.”
“With all this experience with ion drive you could get a job in the Starfleet Museum.” I joked.
“Not me Chief. I’ll be out here until I croak, or until I get married to a farmer with lots of space to roam in.”
“The Earth is getting too crowded for me and I haven’t had too many prospects on the latter choice either, so I guess you’re stuck with me.”
“I’m glad you’re aboard Mona, maybe when we get rich from this enterprise; I’ll put up a dowry for you.”
“It’ll have to be a big one for sure Chief,” she laughed. “I’ll hold you to it though.”
“I have a feeling that by the time we make any money out of this operation, I’ll be marring an old gent in a retirement colony.”
“Ouch Mona, that hurts. But then again, after this mission is over, I plan to be Be’nen’s chauffeur.”
“Maybe she will hire you on as a mechanic.”
“You could help me polish her land cruisers.”
“Naw, I don’t think so chief,” she said with a leer, “from what I gather you have more than enough trouble with women at it is”.
“Maybe your right Mona,” I smiled back.
“Thanks for the tour; I better get back to the bridge. Keep your tools oiled.”
“That’s supposed to be my line chief”, she replied with a laugh.
I smiled again and waved goodbye and headed for the bridge.
At the bridge I had just settled down in the captain’s chair when we received a call from Dwayne Barkley, on the “Rhino”, that they were on approach to the Monarch, and was expected to dock at 0800HRS sharp.
Nichelle acknowledged the call, and I called down to engineering to expect in flight corrections to the Monarchs’ roll, in preparation for the shuttle docking maneuvers.
It was now 0600HRS so I put a message out with the general 0630HRS wakeup call, alerting all the crew members about the pending shuttle arrival.
I was a little excited about the arrival of the extra crew members.
I really hoped they would fit in enough to have a quick transition.
Then my crew could proceed to Mars station for the re-commissioning of the Grayson.
By 0700HRS we had made all the necessary maneuvers to stop the Monarch’s roll to facilitate the Rhino’s docking maneuvers on to a topside hatch.
For normal shuttle docking procedures, the shuttles had to maneuver into the cargo deck hangers.
But due to all the Monarchs clutter, the Rhino was restricted to the escape hatches that were almost directly behind where I was sitting on the bridge.
The shuttles back hatch door was only two meters in diameter, so maneuvering could be a little tricky with the Monarch in its’ normal roll.
The bridge escape hatchway wasn’t as sophisticated as those on a larger Star Fleet vessel, but it allowed access for the travel pods, that import cargo customs inspectors would use.
It wasn’t a comfortable exit from the shuttle either, because you had to be ready for the shift in position within the shuttle, because your back hatch suddenly became a floor hatch.
When docked, the pilot, and inspector, had to climb down a ladder to the deck of the bridge.
I hoped that the Rhino, docking with twelve passengers aboard, would see nobody injured.
It was inconvenient, but you didn’t have to decompress a whole shuttle bay, to dock the rhino either.
At 0730HRS Be’nen showed up with a small tray of my breakfast; a round slice of ham, a round slice of fake eggs, from an emergency food packet; along with two round pieces of the cracker like bread, a cup of orange colored juice and a cup of coffee; all courtesy of our refurbished food re-sequencer.
A meal fit for a veteran.
As I sat munching on my breakfast sandwich, I asked the silent Be’nen how she slept in her freshly remodeled cabin?
“Well enough”, she replied.
“I see that the shuttle is due in a 0800, maybe now Captain Kahlest can find someone to relieve you from night shift bridge duty”.
She dropped that big hint at the same time Kahlest arrived on the bridge.
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Old May 31 2014, 02:20 PM   #30
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Re: ST C.O.E. Mission to Bajor, Book One, The Monarch

Star Fleet Corps of Engineers, Mission to Bajor
By T.M. Flavin
Book One – The Monarch
Chapter Twenty four - Refugees, what refugees; and why my wife smacked me good.
Kahlest walked up to the bridge captains’ chair and said; “Good morning” in Klingon, which I couldn’t reply to, with my mouth full of ham and eggs.
I then reached into my shirt pocket, turned on my translator, surrendered the captains chair to him, swallowed my mouth full of breakfast and replied, “Good morning Captain” and then gave him my status report.
“Everything seems to be doing well”, he commented.
“I assume we are all looking forward to greeting our new crew members?”
He was looking directly at Be’nen when he said it.
Be’nen didn’t flinch a bit and replied, “Yes captain, the involvement with Bajoran crew members can only reinforce the decision to lease the Monarch, and its’ potential contribution to the success of our mission.”
“Indeed,” replied Kahlest.
“I hope that after dropping off our present crew members, that are going on liberty with you, that you will return immediately from Luna base, and assist the purser with the newcomers in-processing”.
“Yes sir, immediately after port services,” Be’nen got the point.
She works for me, but Kahlest is the captain of the ship, and her being responsible for having the remodeling crew on board, and performing improvements to the ship, even if it benefitted the crew, without his prior knowledge, was pushing a Klingon Captain’s buttons a little too far.
I, being a diplomat, kept my mouth full of ham and eggs.
When the shuttle approach claxton went off, I asked Be’nen to stay with me on the bridge to greet our new comers.
The Rhino pilot, Kadra, knew her business, she handled that eleven meter Rhino like it was a travel pod.
Even so, when the shuttle was locked in, and the hatches opened, there was a cheer of relief you could hear from inside.
The first one out was Dwayne Barkley, and he didn’t look happy.
The first thing he did was to shout back up to the hatch;”Hang on to those kids, and be careful.”
“Watch your step coming down those rungs, so you won’t be stepping on each other’s fingers”.
When he saw me he asked, “Can you give us a hand here ch--commodore?”
I was a little dumbfounded for a second.
What were kids doing on the shuttle?
There was only supposed to be crew qualified personnel in that shuttle, working their way to Bajor.
Nobody said anything about bringing children along.
What was going on?
Dwayne was right; there were eight children and twelve adults.
They didn’t look like any qualified crew members that I’ve ever seen.
They all had a scruffy appearance to them.
Be’nen, and Nichelle, looked like they were in shock, and Kahlest looked as if he was about to blow a gasket.
Kahlest waited until Kadra exited the shuttle when he shouted," To my quarters, both of you.”
“Commodore I want you to be in on this, I want an explanation.”
“Tichar you have the bridge. Make sure no one leaves the bridge area.”
He them stormed off to his cabin.
I beckoned Be’nen and Dwayne to come with me.
When we were behind his closed door, he lit into Kadra.
It was too fast for our translators to pick up what was being exchanged.
Then he turned to me.
“Commodore this is going too far, I am captain of this ship.”
“I decide who or what goes on this ship.”
“This is a clear violation of our contract. I want an explanation right now.”
“Did you know about this?”
“About what, Kahlest?” I asked.
“Refugees, Commodore, those are refugees, and children, not the crew members we were promised.”
“This is outrageous.”
“What are you going to do about this? I demand an answer.”
I looked blankly at him for a second and then turned to Dwayne.
“Can you tell me what the hell is going on here, Dwayne?”
“We sent you to pickup twelve crew qualified people and you bring in this lot that looks as if they just came off the farm.”
“That’s partially right, chief.”
“This group is just part of the Bajoran refugees that are now starting to flood into Earth stations from all over the sector.”
“Ever since you advertised on the net for Bajorans, wanting to work their way back home, some how it got twisted around that it’s a free ride to Bajor.”
“They have about two hundred refugees in space dock now, with more coming in daily.”
“We heard rumors that there about a thousand are now making their way to Earth, if they are a within a few parsecs away.”
“You know it takes about a week to get to Bajor in a large Star Fleet star ship, from Earth.
“Most of these refugees can’t afford to go that route, but they can afford to buy a ride for a few days, and get to Earth on a freighter.”
“That’s what’s going on now.”
“Star fleet and the Bajoran Embassy, are going buggy trying to get things straightened out.”
“You said you needed people to shovel out the holding tanks; well that’s what they are out there for; volunteers to shovel shit.”
I kind of goggled a little bit.
I had to think.
I’ve heard the old saying “if they give you a load of lemons, you make lemonade.”
Right now I got a load of crap, and now I have to make fertilizer.
I started to pace.
Kahlest sat down on his bunk and was muttering to himself.
Kadra was feeling humiliated and was facing the wall.
Dwayne was drained from his explanation and I suppose the trip back to us was no picnic.
The anxiety alone would make a grown man cry.
I walked over to Be’nen and she had a smirk on her face.
What did she know that I didn’t? Crap.
I walked over to Kahlest; “Kahlest I want to apologize for all that has happened.”
“You are right as far as I’m concerned.”
“This is a clear violation of the contract.”
“We have a load of crap and now we are going to make some lemonade out of it.”
“I think I can to make you a very successful business man, if you are game?’
“What is game”, he asked.
“The Bajorans are now in a bind, which means Star Fleet and the Earth Federation is also in a bind; the question is; what are they going to do with all these refugees?”
“Nobody has the resources to start ferrying refugees to Bajor.”
“Star Fleet can’t start pulling ships off the line for that, not after all the losses fighting with the Dominion.”
“Even then, most of the fleet is pasted together.”
“They’re still trying to patch things up now as it is, but we're available, we have the Monarch and the Grayson.”
“We can try and see if we can make you into a cruise ship captain.”
“I am still confused,” bemoaned Kahlest.
“First you pressure me into becoming a salvage ship operator, now you want me to become a “cruise ship captain” when I don’t even know what that means.”
“I am starting to lose my patience with you Commodore.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Please let me explain, Captain. Are you familiar with troop ships?”
“Yes Commodore, but they are a lot bigger than this Monarch.”
“Are you trying to tell me that you want to turn my ship into a troop ship, why it couldn’t hold more than two Klingon companies?”
“It would be little more than useless in a tactical situation.”
“No, no captain,” I replied.
“I am suggesting that we could convert the Monarch to a temporary troop ship and ferry refugees to Bajor.”
“My guess is we wouldn’t have to do all the conversion work ourselves, but have it done in Earth Space dock, by Star Fleet.”
“Where are you going to put all those people chief,” Dwayne asked.
“We aren’t too accommodating on board now as is, and that’s only with fifty people.”
“Even then we have only one crapper, and one common room, that’s still a little short on passing out rations as it is.”
“Have you ever been on a troop ship, Dwayne?”
Dwayne shook his head no.
“Neither have I Dwayne, but I bet Officer Fleming, and his team has.”
“Personally I’ve only seen tech readings about them.”
“You see the size of Captain’s cabin here?”
“Well on a troop ship there would be three bunks to a side.”
“For heavy reinforcement there would be five to a side.”
“I could pack a thousand troops in this wreck, if there was no regard for safety as there’s not enough escape pods available, but that’s not what we want.”
“I figure with four Type-B shuttles and the Rhino we could transport two hundred fifty passengers, and crew.”
“That would be max, and I think the Bajorans would buy onto it as a solution.”
“Where would you put all those people?” asked Kahlest.
“You just can’t stack them like cargo”.
“Oh yes we can”, I answered, “right in standard cargo storage units.”
“With an additional installation of two colonial latrine units, two galley modules, you could then fill deck B up with cargo pods.”
Stock the pods with cots and blankets; hook up electricity and you’re ready to go.”
“You can’t expect people to live in a cargo unit,” said Kahlest, “people won’t accept it”.
“Why not” interjected Be’nen.
“I lived in something like that for almost five years, before I was freed”.
Everyone in the room just stared for a moment at Be’nen in disbelief.
“Nobody is going to have to live in them,” I spoke up, “just travel in them one way for home.”
“Can you imagine what the travel arrangements the refugees had to make to get to Earth?”
“I’m sure the accommodations were a lot less comfortable than we can provide.”
“Well Commodore what exactly do you propose how we accomplish all this,” said an exasperated Kahlest, raising his hands out to his side.
I started pacing again, trying to get my thoughts together.
About five strides were all you could take in Kahlest cabin.
Then I started.
“First of all put those refugees to work, that’s what they’re here for.”
“Don’t bother with in-processing as a priority.”
“Pick four man crews, four inside the tank, and four outside hauling the material to the transporter.”
“Set the others cleaning out quarters, until their work call.”
“In-processing can be done during their breaks”.
“Next I think you should request confirmation of the refugee situation.”
“When you get a confirmation; offer to submit a plan of assistance.”
“It should be a formal business proposition that covers the areas that we just discussed.”
“We won’t hurry it, I want to make sure you’re compensated properly, and that they get the Monarch properly refitted.”
“I also want the work done in Earth space dock.”
“A smaller maintenance repair facility would take too long.”
“We still have a mission to accomplish.”
“We’ll ask for a two week priority fix; we can settle for a month”.
“Meanwhile I suggest Captain that you resurvey the ship down to the last door knob you need, and make it into a maintenance priority list.”
“Ask Mr. Murray to assist, he’s very familiar with Star Fleet procedures.”
“Don’t send the Rhino to pick up any more of the so called crew members.”
“The Rhino should stay parked until we make a deal.”
“As soon as our deal is accepted, drop everything and head for earth.”
“As part of our negotiations Captain, we will also mention that the Grayson could also be utilized as a refugee transport.”
“The Grayson is authorized a complement of one hundred passengers and crew, and since I have only twenty five crewmen now, it would only make sense for them to utilize the extra space.”
“Also note that the Grayson is authorized eighteen shuttles, if minimum shuttles were utilized, standard cargo units could also be utilized in their place for refugee traffic.”
“You would be a hero, Captain.”
“And don’t forget to mention in passing the promise I made about getting you a replacement ship, from what is salvaged.”
“See what they have to say”.
“I do have a favor to ask of you before we close this meeting”.
“Anything you say Commodore. Right now I am awash with information, my head hurts.”
I walked over to Be’nen who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded carefully observing her mate make expostulations.
“I would like your permission Captain for Be’nen to contact the Vulcan emissary at Luna Port”.
“What would she need to see the ambassador for?”he asked.
“What would the Vulcan’s have to do with all this...this mission that we are trying to perform?”
“Yes Commodore.” asked Be’nen, “what could be so important?”
“I assure everyone, that my intensions are admiral.”
Be’nen arched her eyebrow and forced a smile.
“Remind me, Michael, to never send you to rescue a lady in distress, because surely she will be rescued at the cost of her virtue”.
“Now what made you say a thing like that Be’nen?” I asked.
“I am only asking you to request a posting to Bajor, as a member of the Vulcan diplomatic staff”.
Be’nen’s reaction was swift and caught me off guard.
“You would be rid of me?” she cried.
She immediately headed for the door, with me right behind her, asking her to stop and let me explain.
At that time the shuttle Claxton went off, and the intercom announced the arrival of the Ferengi installation crew for the paper recycler.
I heard Kahlest shouting out behind me; “We’re not finished with this Commodore”.
Be’nen didn’t stop running down the three deck stair ways until she reached the shuttle bay entrance doors.
I tried to restrain her from opening the doors which got me a few well aimed slaps and a final round house smack that sent me sprawling on the deck.
The twelve crew members that were scheduled for the liberty shuttle with Be’nen started gathering around to prevent further mayhem.
Even the crew manning the transporter ran over to see what was going on.
“It’s all right, it’s alright”, I shouted, “Be’nen and I just need a minute to talk”.
By that time Be’nen had collected herself enough to stand with her hands folded across her chest glaring at me.
I picked myself up and went over to her and motioned her to move away from the crew, so we could talk.
She shrugged off my hand on her arm.
She walked over to a bulk head, and leaned, up against it.
I had to talk to her back, she wouldn’t face me. So I pleaded my case.
I leaned as close as I dared to talk quietly in her ear. I wanted only her to hear me.
“Listen to me Be’nen, I don’t want you to ask the Vulcan’s for a posting to get rid of you, that’s the farthest thing on my mind.”
“I want you to find us a home.”
“Look around you Be’nen; this is all I have to offer you.”
“After this three year mission, there is nothing for me except to maybe running this rattle trap freighter that even the Klingons don’t want”
“It will be back and forth between our salvage sites and Bajor.”
“I’m fifty years old, Be’nen; I can’t go back to Star Fleet.”
“This is it my last hurrah.”
“Look at my crew; they are in the same boat that I’m in.”
“They’re here only because we remembered each other after everyone else forgot about us.”
“Think with your Vulcan half Be’nen.”
“Your still young for a Vulcan, you want a family, you want the best for Staunn, and you know Staunn, if she wants one child she’ll want a dozen, if she’s able.”
“Do you want us all living in a freighter like this for the rest of our married life?”
“I want a place to come home to Be’nen; Bajor isn’t a bad place Be’nen.”
“We can start over there, and you know everything I own is in those suit cases in the shuttle.”
“Get a posting now Be’nen while you still can, because once we are in Bajoran space you will be forgotten.”
“Make a deal with the Vulcan’s.”
“They will still feel like they are sending you into exile.”
“Let them feel that way.”
“Call Admiral Broderick, he can smooth it out with Star Fleet, and the Bajorans.”
“I know he has his hooks in you some way, but I’ll work for him too, if I have to.”
“I promise he’ll get every bit of Cardassien, and Breen, intelligence that Larry can glean from that wreckage will be salvaging.”
Be’nen slowly turned around to face me.
“Look Be’nen you get a posting, and in three years I’ll go to work for you.”
“I will chauffeur you anywhere your little ambassador heart will take you. I mean it.”
“I predict we will be at Earth Space dock within days, and then we’re off to Mars for the Grayson, then off to Bajor.”
“You have to work fast, for all our sakes get a posting, and don’t forget for a minute that I love you, no matter what.”
Be’nen still did not look happy.
She leaned down to about an inch from my nose, her face twitched a little, and then she grabbed the sides of my face with her hands.
I thought she was going to twist my head off, but she stared into my eyes for about ten seconds.
She seemed to be looking for something when she said;
” We will talk of this when I get back, Michael”.
She then released me, walked over to the shuttle bay doors and announced;
“Okay everyone who’s going on Liberty, let’s get in the Shuttle.”
She then walked out to the shuttle without saying a word and left.
You should never, never, never pick a fight with a Vulcan; especially one with a Romulan temperament.
I was still a little wobbly legged walking back up to the common room.
I met Kahlest coming down to meet the Ferengi commercial shuttle.
My guess was he wanted to count noses to make sure he got them all back on board when they left.
Ferengi had a bad habit of getting into all sorts of nooks and crannies searching for items of trade, or just plain borrowing.
Kahlest asked if everything was settled between Be’nen and me.
I was sure he heard about the swat she gave me.
I said, “Yes, of course, and she is going to see the Vulcan ambassador about a posting.”
“Is she leaving the ship”, he asked?
“Well not exactly, not until Bajer at least”, I replied.
“We’ll see when she gets back”.
Kahlest only harrumphed and said that he wanted a staff meeting once I awoke from my shift break.
I said; “Sure sir, plan for about 1400 HRS, good morning to you Captain, I’m hitting the sack.”
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