"Andrew nodded and ushered Capps into a small examination room. Although people had seen Capps and new that he had a skin problem."

""Can you also send me the data you took here to me as well." Calvin was no doctor of course, but he would still go through the data and try to cross reference anything from when his parents to scans of him."

""I don't mind if you send it to starfleet medical. If please just keep me informed with whatever they send.""

""So, these weapons of yours Ensign, I have not seen a sword such as this one for a very long time", said Yelena. " Some of these are rare, please tell me more about them", she added."

""These three are Vulcan ceremonial blades, given to me for payment by my Vulcan classmate. Both of my classmates gave me three weapons for payment because that is the customary payment of a weapon master on Dacoral.""

"James took back the weapons and put them back in their ceremonial cases, and took out three more, each looking completely different than the other. " This one is a Cardassian officers dagger, this one a Breen officer's dagger, and this one is a very very hard item to find on this side of the wormhole, a Jem'Hadar sword, though I'm not sure what it is called."

"Looking round Sleeford wondered why they'd been called everything seemed the same, it felt chillier but nothing out of the ordinary "Okay what's the problem, who wanted security?""

"Standing there deep in thought Sleeford tuned out the two doctors as they discussed the woman. an idea was forming in his mind, staring off into the distance he frowned. ""

"Nodding to the medical staff Sleeford turned and walked towards the door, seeing the shimmer of a field he laughed softly to himself. ~A level 5 field, peanuts ~ Pressing his hand against the panel he tapped a few commands, walking out of sickbay he turned left and headed to the turbo lift, as the door closed Sleeford sighed,he felt slighted, abused and just about ready to punch the first person who said the wrong thing."

""That would be the hope of all diplomats myself included, Commander. Peace is the hope of the diplomats and war the hope of the warmonger."

"Matrix overheard Ben's discussion with Commander Soma. McNulty knew of their plans so quickly put that uneasy feeling back in Steve's veins."

"To say that the diplomatic delegates were unwelcome was an understatement. It was not that Dralar felt particularly unpleasant about the lack a warm reception, but more that he felt that some even false pretense to show him and his colleagues some respect was at least warranted."