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Star Trek; Shuffle The Deck #41
Star Trek
Shuffle the Deck;
Balboa—Deep Space Nine—Federation Earth—The Essians
#41
Admiral Kate Janeway, along with several other Starfleet officials, stood inside of President Spock’s quarters and watched as the Starfleet security detail scoured the living quarters, trying to find the missing President. At that moment, Montgomery Scott, who was now a retired civilian, came into the room and headed over to where Janeway stood, which was near the massive window that over looked Paris France.
“Any word yet, Admiral?” Scotty asked.
Janeway looked to Scott, and shook her head, “No, not yet,” she told the long time friend of Spock, “he’s just gone.”
“Do ya think it was another one of them blasted Founders?” Scotty asked.
“Its possible,” Janeway said, “but I doubt it. I think this has Q written all over it.”
Scotty stood with her and watched the security team do their jobs. “Well,” Scotty said, “if I know Mist’a Spock, where ever he is, its just one more experience to add to a life time of incredible experiences.”
Janeway smiled at the thought, “What is it with the crew of that old Enterprise? Whether it’s you, or Spock, Kirk, and the others? Your generation just won’t go away”
Scotty chuckled. “Don’t blame me,” Scotty said sheepishly, “I had just bought a boat, and the next thing you know I’m on the Enterprise-D with Picard and his crew.” Scotty changed the tone, and got more serious. “What will they do if they can’t find him?”
“Well,” Janeway said, “with Sheppard gone, and at the same time as the President’s disappearance, it all looks to suspicious. I’m going to send a message to Jean-Luc and see if he has any new information up there on DS9 for us to go on.”
“That’s what I came to tell ya,” Scott said, “Dr. Kosinski just reported that they can attempt another tunnel-communication with DS9, when yer ready.”
Janeway took one look at Spock’s living quarters, and then she turned to Scott. “Let’s go make that phone call now.”
--
Planet Septos-14
In the vastness of a cave where Dr. Kip’fk stood, there were mounds and mounds of gold and jewelry, and various diamond and gems. There was artwork from several different species, including Humans, Cardassians, Vulcans and even paintings by the highly acclaimed Tribble artist name; Mmmb.
Kip’fk, just using her simple Benzite hand shuffle, had come across one of the many crevices in the mountain range, and started digging. Finally, a mound of rock gave way, and she found her self inside the cave, staring at the vast treasure. There was even an artificial light system threaded through out the walls and ceiling of the cave. Someone had gone through a great deal to do this, Kip’fk thought. And now, thankfully, there was enough treasure to share with the entire search party that was looking for the treasure.
Kip’fk took out her communicator and tried to contact Thron, at the main camp at the bottom of the mountain range.
“There must be some kind of dampening field blocking all communication devices and sensors,” Kip’fk said to herself.
“Must be,” another voice responded.
“NO!” Kip’fk cried out, “Not you!!!” She shouted, as she turned to see who the voice belonged to.
Those were Kip’fk’s last words as a Klingon dagger was thrust into her throat, as another Klingon dagger was thrust into her neck, killing her instantly.
--
Meanwhile, an hour later on DS9;
Jean-Luc Picard sat at his desk in his make-shift office on DS9. The room was usually used for briefings, and still was, but it also served double duty as his main office. At this moment he had his head buried in his hands as Captain Riker stood before him.
“Wil,” Picard said, “I just got a brief communiqué from Admiral Janeway. The President of the Federation, Mister Spock, a man you and I have come to know very well in the recent years, has vanished with out a clue. Please tell me it wasn’t you, and your attempt to staff a crew to find the Essians.”
Picard looked up to see Riker’s response.
Riker’s so called Poker face never worked on Picard, no matter how hard Riker had tried. And in this instance, as hard as Riker tried, it didn’t work either.
“I hope you like Siberia,” Picard said softly.
--
Continued…
Star Trek
Balboa
Star Trek
Shuffle the Deck;
Balboa—Deep Space Nine—Federation Earth—The Essians

#41
Admiral Kate Janeway, along with several other Starfleet officials, stood inside of President Spock’s quarters and watched as the Starfleet security detail scoured the living quarters, trying to find the missing President. At that moment, Montgomery Scott, who was now a retired civilian, came into the room and headed over to where Janeway stood, which was near the massive window that over looked Paris France.
“Any word yet, Admiral?” Scotty asked.
Janeway looked to Scott, and shook her head, “No, not yet,” she told the long time friend of Spock, “he’s just gone.”
“Do ya think it was another one of them blasted Founders?” Scotty asked.
“Its possible,” Janeway said, “but I doubt it. I think this has Q written all over it.”
Scotty stood with her and watched the security team do their jobs. “Well,” Scotty said, “if I know Mist’a Spock, where ever he is, its just one more experience to add to a life time of incredible experiences.”
Janeway smiled at the thought, “What is it with the crew of that old Enterprise? Whether it’s you, or Spock, Kirk, and the others? Your generation just won’t go away”
Scotty chuckled. “Don’t blame me,” Scotty said sheepishly, “I had just bought a boat, and the next thing you know I’m on the Enterprise-D with Picard and his crew.” Scotty changed the tone, and got more serious. “What will they do if they can’t find him?”
“Well,” Janeway said, “with Sheppard gone, and at the same time as the President’s disappearance, it all looks to suspicious. I’m going to send a message to Jean-Luc and see if he has any new information up there on DS9 for us to go on.”
“That’s what I came to tell ya,” Scott said, “Dr. Kosinski just reported that they can attempt another tunnel-communication with DS9, when yer ready.”
Janeway took one look at Spock’s living quarters, and then she turned to Scott. “Let’s go make that phone call now.”
--
Planet Septos-14
In the vastness of a cave where Dr. Kip’fk stood, there were mounds and mounds of gold and jewelry, and various diamond and gems. There was artwork from several different species, including Humans, Cardassians, Vulcans and even paintings by the highly acclaimed Tribble artist name; Mmmb.
Kip’fk, just using her simple Benzite hand shuffle, had come across one of the many crevices in the mountain range, and started digging. Finally, a mound of rock gave way, and she found her self inside the cave, staring at the vast treasure. There was even an artificial light system threaded through out the walls and ceiling of the cave. Someone had gone through a great deal to do this, Kip’fk thought. And now, thankfully, there was enough treasure to share with the entire search party that was looking for the treasure.
Kip’fk took out her communicator and tried to contact Thron, at the main camp at the bottom of the mountain range.
“There must be some kind of dampening field blocking all communication devices and sensors,” Kip’fk said to herself.
“Must be,” another voice responded.
“NO!” Kip’fk cried out, “Not you!!!” She shouted, as she turned to see who the voice belonged to.
Those were Kip’fk’s last words as a Klingon dagger was thrust into her throat, as another Klingon dagger was thrust into her neck, killing her instantly.
--
Meanwhile, an hour later on DS9;
Jean-Luc Picard sat at his desk in his make-shift office on DS9. The room was usually used for briefings, and still was, but it also served double duty as his main office. At this moment he had his head buried in his hands as Captain Riker stood before him.
“Wil,” Picard said, “I just got a brief communiqué from Admiral Janeway. The President of the Federation, Mister Spock, a man you and I have come to know very well in the recent years, has vanished with out a clue. Please tell me it wasn’t you, and your attempt to staff a crew to find the Essians.”
Picard looked up to see Riker’s response.
Riker’s so called Poker face never worked on Picard, no matter how hard Riker had tried. And in this instance, as hard as Riker tried, it didn’t work either.
“I hope you like Siberia,” Picard said softly.
--
Continued…
Star Trek
Balboa