Compilers Notes: Geneva Compile 4 – Street Date March 26, 2005. Fixed symbol errors. Please remember when a computer ‘speaks’ its words are put in [square brackets] Fixed timestamp errors… these are once again on the rise. Try not to constantly post so close together in terms of timelines if you’re in a dialogue/conversation with another person. At times its unrealistic, but it also doesn’t give us any room to move if there is a problem and time has to be revised. Fixed spelling errors… work on these please. Fixed formatting errors… again, there is an overall improvement here. Please remember to start new paragraphs, etc. when necessary. It just saves time later. Fixed many capitalization errors… “I” is capitalized as are proper names of places, people and things. I am still spending entirely too much time fixing these. Changed weird fonts and funky coloured fonts back to regular fonts that the website posting programme will actually take. Fixed abbreviation that does not exist (Ens. for Ensign). * PET PEEVE ALERT – A LOT is two words! There is no such word in the English language as ‘alot’! 54 pages of compile in total with 52 posts in total. Total compile time: 5 hrs 14 minutes. Your compile wombat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mission: New Beginnings, Day -20 to Day 8 Stardate: 2406.12.10 to 2406.12.31 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary of posts: 2406.12.10 (Starfleet Academy, Shuttlepad 41-Alpha, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1925) 2406.12.30 (Starbase Geneva, Tane’s Quarters, CO Lise Arianna and Ambassador Tane, 2159) 2406.12.31 (USS Denton, Deck 5, Corridor, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 0527) (Starbase Geneva, Turbolift, Ensign McLaren, 1000) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 19, Outside Counselors office, Ensign McLaren, 1004) (Starbase Geneva, Little Cardassia- Bar- Theo Hatri Ronsworth- 1030) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, CO Arianna, 1035) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, 2O/TAC/SC Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1039) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 34, Engineering, Ensign JG McLaren, 1059) (Starbase Geneva, Main Medical Centre, CO Lise Arianna, 1106) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1112) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 125, Ensign McLaren, 1115) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CSO Office, Ensign {JG} McLaren 1125) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113 CSO Office, CSO, Ensign {SG} Dr. Engtamn-Jensi - 1130) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CMO office, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1131) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, CO Arianna, 1154) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 1, Transporter Room 1, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers,1208) (Starbase Geneva, Ready Room Door, ATAC, Ensign {JG} Dorrin Klars, 1210) (Starbase Geneva, Ready Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1210) (Starbase Geneva, CO's Ready Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1216) (Starbase Geneva, CO's Ready Room, COUNS - Ensign {JG} Brian Rogers, 1218) (Starbase Geneva, Sickbay-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1305) (Starbase Geneva, Sickbay- CMO - Admiral Gr'iann-  1306) (Starbase Geneva, Sickbay-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1308) (Starbase Geneva, Personal Quarters, CO Lise Arianna, 1630) (Starbase Geneva, MCO's Quarters - Colonel T'Vanek - 1745) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, Colonel T'Vanek - 1800) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, The De'Ktor Triplets, 1815) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 7, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1835) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1840) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, Hatri, 1841) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CO Arianna, 1842) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom- Hatri Ronsworth- 1843) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CO Arianna, 1845) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room - 2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely- 1846) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1851) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room - Counselor - Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta - 1853) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, COUNS - Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1855) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room - CSO - Ensign (SG) Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1856) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, 2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely, 1858) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, COUNS - Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1859) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1859) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1900) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie - 1901) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1903) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room - CSO - Ensign (SG) Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1904) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1905) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1905) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1907) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1908) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1910) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1911) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CSO, Ensign {SG} Engtamn-Jensi, 1912) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1913) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1914) (Starbase Geneva, Women's bathroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr, Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1915) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1916) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1917) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1918) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom,  Admiral Gr'iann-  1918) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom - 2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 1919) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1920) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-  Admiral Gr'iann-  1920) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1921) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1922) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom - 2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 1923) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1923) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1924) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, Admiral Gr'iann, Ensign Engtamn-Jensi and Lieutenant Paul Casely - 1925) (Starbase Geneva, Sickbay, Admiral Gr'iann, Ensign Engtamn-Jensi and Lieutenant Paul Casely - 1930) Mission: New Beginnings, Day -20  Stardate: 2406.12.10 (Starfleet Academy, Shuttlepad 41-Alpha, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1925)   Brian walked out of the Starfleet Academy Commons Area and out towards the shuttlepad. He walked with pride has he wore his new single pip around all the couples of cadets who sat around. Brian was told to report to Shuttlepad 41-Alpha, but he was worried. ~They'd send a Runabout, right? The admiral at Starfleet Medical told me that no shuttles for my trip to Starbase Geneva....~ and has he walked over the small hill he saw his worst fear, a Type 9 Shuttlecraft, with a pilot waiting.   "Yo! Junior! Lets roll! We gotta jet at 19.30!" The pilot yelled. Brian stopped and walked slowly into the shadows of the path. He opened his black standard-issue carrying bag and took out a small hypospray with 2cc's of Cordrazine and put it to his leg and injected it. Slowly, he felt the effects and his worries drifted away. He turned to the pilot and laughed loudly. "I'm excited to see all the pretty ladies on Geneva! Lets hurry!" Brian said has he stumbled down the path towards the shuttlepad. The pilot raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.   "Looks like Rogers has been hitting the old Cordrazine again!" a female cadet said behind him. the voice belonged to a second year female cadet that always tried to talk to Brian, but when Brain spun around, she wasn't there. "Where are you, Michelle? I'm telling you, I'm off to the Starfleet! I'm going to tell my dad....", and with that, Brian staggered to the bench on the path and sat down and began shouting out Vulcan proverbs he had learned from a Vulcan Science Officer on his father's ship.   "What the hell is this about." The pilot said. He walked over to Brian, grabbed him with one stiff arm and started dragging him towards the shuttle. "What? Nonono, I'm not being assimilated! I gotta get to Starbase Geneva! You are the Borg!" Brian said in his Cordrazine effected state. The pilot replies. "Come on, kid. You're going to Geneva."   "What? Mr. Borg is taking me to Geneva! Why would....unless, GENEVA HAS BEEN ASSIMILATED! CALL THE FLEET ADMIRAL! OH DEAR GOD! NOT GENEVA! ALL THOSE HOT LADIES-!" and with that, the pilot pushed Brian into the shuttle before anybody could hear his yells.   (Posted by Kevin Schram) Mission: New Beginnings, Day 7 Stardate: 2406.12.30 (Starbase Geneva -- Tane's Quarters, CO Lise Arianna, 2159) Arianna watched as Tane spoke: "I will help you, but all your messages will be cleared through me first. Nothing gets sent without me pushing the button to send it; nothing gets written that isn't checked by me first. And if somehow you've worked out a code and give her orders through such communication.... " Lise looked at him squarely. "I don't want to write her. I need to speak to her. You have to understand, I was sent out on a mission and then disappeared when you and your forces grabbed me. And so my twin sister is back on Qo'noS not knowing that I am alive -- and this isn't the first time I might add -- and thinking that I have been taken in the line of their cause. And yes, I did use the word THEIR." "That is the risk you took." he said, simply. "You have to understand, I tried to contact her telepathically but we're so far apart and with all the emotions that she's feeling, I'm not sure if she can really get a sense of the fact that I'm alive. In addition, any written message would be under great scrutiny and the actual source of it would be severely questioned. It would be likely that it would attract people to investigate its point of origin. Do you really want these people coming aboard the station to try and verify whether or not the message is correct?" "I could handle that," He said, "But I want this issue dead. Fine, I'll find a way to contact her in person. He brought up a hand, "But I am not leaving you alone. That, is that, nothing in the world will convince me to let you have a few minutes alone with ANYONE in the Klingon Empire while we're at war." He turned and found his seat again, "If you don't like that restriction, then she can continue thinking you're dead until the moment we've won against Doenitz and the Federation is stable again." Lise's eyes narrowed.  She did not for one moment like the way that he was speaking with her.  However, she was able to recognise that in her situation, she'd have to accept whatever he could and would provide.  She had no choice.  She simply had no choice.  "Understood."  She said, but not liking any one bit of it. "And understand this Captain, understand this very well. This is against my better judgement. If any hell comes of this I'll be catching it, and that doesn't sit well with me. Realise we're in a war, a few words can be the difference between victory and defeat." "Some species fight not war with words."  Lise said her tone clipped and short, just edging on that fine line between acceptable conduct and misdemeanour. "Yet, most do." He said quietly as he leaned his head on his fist. "Especially Klingons, with theory elaborate ceremonies, ceremonial speeches and bellows before going off to battle. But it wasn't your words that offended them, it was your actions. But words are a funny thing, they lead to actions. See to it that your words don't lead to yet more bloodshed in the Empire." He waved off her response and picked up a PADD and scrolled it, looking for a specific name. He had kept on top of the issue, since the Federation had once been greatly involved in the form of Captain Arianna. He stood up again and limped his way to the terminal and tapped in his personal code for one of the subspace channels. From there, he quickly tapped in more commands and looked up. "The Prison of Rura Pente, main office, Access code Alpha Seven Gamma Charlie." he said harshly. Tane crossed his arms behind his back, and he prayed the Captain wouldn't go nuts hearing where he was routing the call too. Rura Pente was the biggest slime hole in the entire Empire, which said something about how much the Klingons appreciated the resistance. After a few moments, an older Klingon appeared and grumbled something about the call 'better being good' "You will hold your tongue, or deal with me later." Tane said, his voice ice-hard. "Get me prisoner 56-T-10, Lisa House of Kre`Tos." The Klingon growled again, "No prisoner is to be brought..." Miador jerked toward the screen, "YOU WILL BRING ME THAT PRISONER OR I WILL WEAR YOUR HEART FOR A HAT, AM I UNDERSTOOD DOG?" The Klingon said nothing, then cursed at someone off-screen. "She will be here in 10 minutes." "Very well, I will call back in ten minutes. If she isn't there, it will be your head." He cut the channel and took a breath. "You won't have long, Captain, assuming she is still alive." Lise looked at Tane her mouth dropped.  "Why didn't you tell me."  She screamed.  "Why didn't you tell me."  Then she looked at him again, her eyes blazing with fury.  "What happened?  Where's Angel?" Tane turned, "Because of your reaction, and because you have absolutely no options to change it." he said calmly. "To attempt to fiddle is to be tossed in the brig, to leave and break her out is to be shot on sight as a traitor. Your options are that simple." He cracked his neck and worked his way to his seat again, this time sitting on the arm. "The Daughter has been placed in the foster care of my house, under a Matron. It took every bit of maundering I had to prevent her from being thrown into prison with her mother. The Shame of the Family, after all..." HE quirked an eyebrow. Lise narrowed her eyes, still burning with anger and rage.  "YOU"  She said to Tane.  "YOU get her out of there.  You get her out of there, you get her somewhere safe.  It's YOUR fault she's in there, if you hadn't kidnapped me NONE of this would happen!"  Lise said as she flew into a rage and tipped his coffee table over.  It hit the ground shattering into a hundred pieces.  Tane put his hand on his bat'leth, which always sat next to his chair with his armor. "I will do no such thing." he said calmly. "Honour prevents it, laws prevent it. OUR ALLIANCE PREVENTS IT!" he finally bellowed. "Now get yourself under control and think. This was happening before you were kidnapped, that you were kidnapped says as much. This is the risk everyone took. After the war, maybe. But if I do anything now, it could be the death of us all. What is more important to you, billions of lives, or the life of your sister?" "It IS your fault. Tane, you live with that on your head, it is your fault.  I would have died before letting this happen to her.  Her life has been too hard already.  You don't know.  You can't know and you most certainly can't understand.  This WOULD NOT have happened to her."  Lise said as she looked at the bat'leth he had poised and ready.  "Your actions do not scare me Tane."  She said sassily.  "I've fought against greater warriors than you -- and won." Tane, his hand still on the bat'leth at his side, just smiled. "I know, but I don't need to battle you, just hold you off until Security comes should I call them." He pulled his hand off, "I will take no blame, not for your own foolish actions. Nor will I take blame for Klingon law taking its course, even if I find Rura Pente to be personally reprehensible. We've already lost thousands of lives, I will sacrifice no more. And you are also fooling yourself. You were both captured, you both would have ended up there had I not been around." Lise looked at him, her expression softened somewhat:  "I will say this once, and only once.  This is not fair for her.  She has always gotten the worse half of everything.  When we were small she was taken by my parents murderers and sold into a place almost equal to Rura Pente.  While I lived the life I lived.  And now, it is the same again -- I end up here, CO of a station whilst she is condemned to lead a life of misery.  DO something." "That is a matter of opinion. You get to fight a war, she will survive if she has half your skills. You will get to order hundreds, or thousands, into certain death. She will have no such nightmares. After this war, things can change. But until they do, this is how things must be. You both rebelled, you both would have ended up in the same place... but your ties to Starfleet and LoDona were unmistakable." He took a breath and nodded once, "We only do what we can." "What a waste -- what a waste for LoDona."  Lise said, trying to find a different angle.  "A woman so obviously my twin.  Genetically identical to me in every single way -- a woman who has the same core strength and drive to succeed -- and he would just sit idly by and let her be in poisoned knowing that his saving her would mean allegiance forever" "A woman who hasn't had your experiences, training or life. Don't start, that won't work either." He looked at the chronometer. "Five more minutes, start thinking about what you're going to say. You won't have long." Lise nodded.  "Yes, a woman who has access to every memory I have, to every skill I have, we are bonded at the most fundamental level.  Even as a child, when we were separated we both saw bits of the other's lives in dreams and could feel that there was more out there, more than what we were seeing -- even though we didn't know of each other's existence." Tane just shook his head in response. "Angel, she can come here? I will take care of her. I will ensure she's cared for. It will make a huge difference to my sister -- knowing she has something to fight for -- " Lise paused a moment and then said quietly, "please." Tane remained silent, watching her. She had heard his arguments counter, it didn't matter at this point. She would do as she wanted to do. He only hoped it would be for the people under her command. He stood again, "Computer, call back to the same location as last time. A few moments passed, and the screen popped up. A Klingon's face was there, looking angry as usual. "Here," he spat in his native tongue, "Is the b**** you requested." He slammed his fist on the desk and bellowed at someone off screen. The view switched to another woman who looked remarkably like Arianna. Tane stepped aside and gestured. Lise took a step towards the view screen and placed her hand on it.  "Lisa..."  She said quietly.  "Lisa..."  She repeated.  Lisa looked across the screen.  She'd been dragged from her cell, in the middle of the night, the man had not at all been pleased and made his displeasure apparent in his treatment of her.  She'd been plopped down in front of a screen and now she saw: her sister.  "Lise... I thought you'd been --" "Kidnapped.  By another side."  Lise said facetiously.  "Lisa -- I've fail-" Lisa cut her off.  "No.  You've not.  Where are you now?  Who was it?  What did they do?" Lise looked at her, "Tane.  Geneva." "Geneva?" "Geneva." "Prison?" "Captain." "Captain!?!?  I thought surely they would ---" "As did I." "Angel?" "On Qo'noS." "Where?" "Safe, I'm told." "Lise Ari... don't let her grow up alone." "I won't.. and you won't..." Lisa rolled her eyes.  "This isn't exactly like Bordel 7." "No, but you are resourceful."  Lise said succinctly.  "You know what they say about Rura Pente, and all those other places, that identity theft is a real problem." Lisa nodded her head, "I've heard that."  She said succinctly.  "I've heard that." Tane crossed his arms as two people came into the picture as pulled her away. Lisa screamed Lise's name, but before anything else could be said the picture turned back to the Older Klingon. Tane, already on the move, stepped in front of Lise before she could say something foolish. "That was unwise." "there has been enough time wasted, Ambassador, There will be no more communication." The channel cut off, leaving them in relative silence. Lise turned away from the screen so that Tane could not see the tear that rolled gently down her cheek.  ::  Lisa, I'm sorry, Lisa -- I just wanted you to know -- there is a way out --  Lisa -- Lisa -- please -- hold on::  She couldn't bear it any longer she stood up and exited Tane's room without even looking over her shoulder to speak with him. Tane closed down his communications panel and secured it, "Computer, secure my door, nobody enters without permission." [Done] The wonderful thing about being a diplomat, not even Captains could break in under most circumstances, Diplomacy often happened behind closed doors. He sat down in his seat again and rubbed his temples with his eyes closed. "Computer, begin taking a draft message. To D'Kora, keeper of the child Angel..." (Posted by Jeremy Trout and Katherine Mazurok) Mission New Beginnings, Day 8 Stardate: 2406.12.31 (USS Denton, Deck 5, Corridor, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 0527)   Brian jogged around the deck for his 39th time. Today was the day he was slated to arrive at Starbase Geneva. He engaged in his daily ritual of 05.00, which was shower, 40 laps around the deck, 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, and 200 pull ups. He was running in the dark brown corridors of the SS Denton, a civilian transport vessel. The pilot who had picked him up had told him that he had started acting very strange and started yelling out things in a drunken stagger. Brian knew it was his Cordrazine. He could feel the buzz he got. He had read many Medical Journals about Cordrazine addiction, but he WASN'T addicted. Most cases were lonely engineering guys who worked in the lower decks. After all, Brian was the counsellor for God's sake. People needed him. He was the LAST person to have an addiction. Brian finished his 40th lap and began walking to the turbolift, when he saw it again.   Brian turned and yelled out. "Who's there?" and hurt nothing. Brian turned and walked back. He swore somebody was following him on this ship, but never saw them. After Brian couldn't find a soul, he went into the turbolift and went to his quarters, located on Deck 11. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Turbolift, Ensign McLaren, 1000) =^=Counselor Marta to Ensign McLaren, I am sorry Ensign, but, Officer Evaluation is due. Could you please meet me in my office as soon as you could?=^= "Understood, on my way. McLaren out." Matthew replied tapping his badge to close the channel. He sighed and spoke to the computer. "Computer, redirect turbolift  to deck 19." (Posted by Matthew McLaren)   (Starbase Geneva, Deck 19, Outside Counselors office, Ensign McLaren, 1004) Matthew rang the chime and waited to be told to enter. (posted by Matthew McLaren) (Geneva- Little Cardassia- Bar- Theo Hatri Ronsworth- 1030) Hatri looked around his new store. It was not yet open but it begged patronage. He was happy with the end result, a dark intimate place for business and dinning. He looked at the big main doors that were the grand entry way into the bar and café. He then turned and walked into to the café. The replicators were all lit up and online. He pushed a button on his PADD and the main viewer turned on. It began displaying a beautiful picture of Cardassia Prime’s capital city. With a click of Hatri’s remote the big observation windows’ shades lifted. They revealed the gorgeous view of the black of space. ~Well I am as ready as I’ll ever be~ He walked back to the bar and main entrance.   He took a deep breath and pushed the door lock open. The two large gold and glass doors slid open with a whirl of obedience. Outside in the promenade, the glass lettering on the front of the store lit up in a cool blue back light. "It is done, Little Cardassia Trades, Imports, Bar and Replomat is officially open." Hatri glanced outside at the bright, cold unforgiving promenade. There was no one there for the grand opening.  It had happened exactly when he had advertised, but still no one showed.   ~Oh well... whisper you way to success~   He turned back inside, his staff of three was standing there waiting to serve and getting paid to do so. Jordan Ricks and Frank Davis his two bar tenders, and Loretta McTootle his hostess were all in uniform standing in a line ready to get to work. (Posted by Bobby Pirie) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, CO Arianna, 1035)   "He lost a what?  I've never heard of such a thing.  I didn't even know it was in development."   Lise looked at the two gentlemen across from her.  "A dark matter collector." Lise said enunciating every syllable of its name, as if by some magic intervention of the gods of Qo'noS she'd be able to have it come back if only she said its name precisely a predetermined number of times.  It still did not appear.   "So what exactly does it do, and why is it such an issue?  Beyond the theft of Starfleet property issue I mean of course."   Lise took another deep breath and tried to think of a way to phrase its entire properties in a way that would appear less shocking to her colleagues.  Instead, she decided to proceed with the most direct course.  "Dark matter is one of the most powerful forces -- it is believed that if it is harnessed correctly, and effectively that its power can propel us past the warp 10 threshold.  However, that being said, as you can imagine, if it is that powerful -- if its holder is not of honourable intentions...."  Lise paused a moment for her words to sink in.  "Then we've got a whole other situation on our hands gentlemen."   (Posted by Katherine) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, 2O/TAC/SC Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1039)   The captain took a deep breath and paused before continuing.   "Dark matter is one of the most powerful forces -- it is believed that if it is harnessed correctly, and effectively that its power can propel us past the warp 10 threshold.  However, that being said, as you can imagine, if it is that powerful -- if its holder is not of honourable intentions...."  Captain Arianna paused, "Then we've got a whole other situation on our hands gentlemen."   The room fell silent for an instant as the revelation of power of the item in question settled upon them. "Has... um... Doctor Engtamn-Jensi got any way to trace it?" asked Paul softly.   (Reply Arianna)   "I'll get security details on it immediately, but it might be like looking for a needle in a haystack. When the doctor comes to we'll have to see if he has a way to find that thing," stated Paul, still awestruck by the revelation, "Is there anything else we should know about the device or the experiments before we start?"   (Reply Arianna and/or T'Vanek)   Paul nodded, he couldn't believe such a thing was on the station or that it was in development at all. But then, when Einstein had discovered the theory of relativity he hadn't done it to further destructive forces. With that, Paul went to coordinate a search for the device.   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 34, Engineering, Ensign JG McLaren, 1059) Matthew had been working on deck 70 for several hours on the reactor and still hadn't found the problem. It seemed to be coming from somewhere else on the station but the power was being pulled from the reactor. Something the captain said at the briefing suddenly surfaced in his mind about shops and equipment being to close to the power grid. "Computer, is the power output particularly in a specific area of the station?" he asked. [Negative, all power output is in acceptable limits.] The computer stated. Matthew sighed and said, "Computer, show me the power output for all decks." A list of decks and output levels started flashing across his console. The first 20 decks looked fine but something caught his eye in the next 10 decks. "Freeze display." Matthew said. The power output was correct for those decks but the power allocation was abnormally high. "Computer, recalculate these ten decks power output according to the allocation." The computer beeped and a series of numbers flashed onto the screen. The number was dramatically higher. "Computer, how much of this power allocation is being used?" Matthew asked. [That information is not available.] The computer stated. "Why not?" He asked getting frustrated. [You do not have clearance]The computer stated. "Override, authorization McLaren gamma lambda 4 2 4." The computer beeped and another series of data began flashing across his screen. ~what the~ None of what he was seeing matched up. "Computer, run a level 5 diagnostic on the power grid in that area." The computer beeped and displayed another set of data, and he had it. The grid was tampered with. "Computer, was there any unauthorized changes made to the grid?" Matthew asked. [Affirmative, Unauthorized entry on Stardate 2406.12.26.] ~Someone is using this power and has tried to hide it. Why---~ his thoughts were interrupted by his com badge. =^=Doctor Engtamn-Jensi to Ensign McLaren, are you there?=^= Matthew sighed and tapped his badge. "Go ahead." he said. =^=I'm enroute to the Captain's office, but I need... ummm... some equipment. Can you find me a small sensor array? I'll need to detect energy pulse both active and latent. Please don't ask me what for, I just need it,=^= "A sensor array? what the--yeah ok, I’ll see what I can do." Matthew said. =^=Well, get together what you can and bring it to my office on deck 113. I'll be there momentarily. I might need your help with something... but... you can't ask what I'm doing or why... sorry...=^= "Ok then Matth---" but the line was already dead. ~Damn it more to do! where am I going to get a sensor array~ Matthew picked up his gear and headed towards the turbolift. He tapped his badge. "Ensign McLaren to Lieutenant Casely. I found something suspicious with the power grid. Its been tampered with to hide its output. I haven't localized it yet but it between decks 21 and 29. I think someone’s using some sort of device that requires a lot of power and has tampered with the grid to hide there tracks." (Reply Casely) "Yes sir. McLaren Out." Matthew boarded the turbolift and spoke to the computer. "Computer, is there any runabouts or shuttles that are not being used at the moment?" [Negative.] ~Damn~ [Computer, where are the parts stored for runabout and shuttle maintenance?" "Deck 125] The computer replied. "Take me there." (Posted by Matthew McLaren) (Starbase Geneva, Main Medical Centre, CO Lise Arianna, 1106)   "Ahh Captain."  The Caitian Admiral began.  "Thank you.  You didn't need to comme down herre.  I have been escorrted quite satidfactorrily.  And I have not felt neglected at all.  Although you do have quite an interesting scientist onboarrd, who might be looking forr you rrright now with a bit of a dilemma."   Lise tried to keep a straight face, completely impervious to all the thoughts that were running through her head wildly.  Thoughts such as: ~What by the great gates has he lost or done this time?!?!~.  She, somehow succeeded in maintaining her composure infront of the admiral.   "Yes, we find him to be quite interesting as well."  She managed to say in a very metered voice.   "I would like to have an chance to talk with you in private.  When you have timme.  Perhaps we could have lunch togetherrr?"   Lise's stomach sank.  Forget, for an instant that she was worried about having an Admiral on the station who was in the rank of CMO -- one of the only people who could conceivably relieve her of command by sheer position alone -- not to mention rank.  Forget, the reasons why she was here and the fact that her alternatives were most likely court-marshal and/or death in any particular order.  If she was able to forget those two major things, and the fact that this Admiral was here and wanted to have lunch with her to be able to speak to her in private meant nothing at all.  Absolutely nothing.  Somehow, Lise wished she could believe it.   "I'd love to, Admiral."  Lise found herself saying in a chipper voice that she must have dragged out from the very depths of her being.  "Would you like to go for lunch around 12:45 before the matinee begins?"   (Reply Gr'iann)   Just as Arianna was getting ready to leave sickbay she heard her communicator beep.  =^= Ummm... excuse me, Captain Arianna?  Its Doctor Engtamn-Jensi... I went to your office but you were gone.  I'm enroute to my office now.  Ensign McLaren is going to meet me with some parts we might be able to track down my missing... ummmm... instrument.  Do you want me to stop in to you first, or go right there?" =^=   Lise took a deep breath.  "I believe it would be best if you headed there directly.  I will be in my office shortly, please contact me with any progress you make."   (Posted by Katherine) (Starbase Geneva, Main Operations, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1112)   Paul looked out into the void. The shift had been a slow one in many ways, Doctor Engtamn-Jensi's missing device and an admiral materializing out of nowhere notwithstanding. Now Engtamn-Jensi was asking him about sensor arrays. Paul had sent him to talk to engineering as he had no ideas where such things were kept. Anything that would find that device would be worth it. Despite the difficulties Paul was still enjoying the station in many ways. It wasn't as intense in some ways as a starship, but it had many things to be looked after at once. Both were stressful but in different ways... both got the adrenalin rushing in their own way. The captain had gone to meet with Admiral Gr'iann leaving Paul to hold down the fort, something he certainly didn't mind.  Paul's communicator chirped.   =^=Ensign McLaren to Lieutenant Casely. I found something suspicious with the power grid. Its been tampered with to hide its output. I haven't localized it yet but it between decks 21 and 29. I think someone’s using some sort of device that requires a lot of power and has tampered with the grid to hide there tracks.=^=   ~Interesting,~ though Paul as he considered what was going on. "Ensign, does that grid pose any immediate dangers or problems for the station? If not... leave it for now. We're going to try and trace the power flow output as it might give us a clue as to who tampered with the device. It should be more than possible to trace that power flow," stated Paul thoughtfully.   (Reply McLaren)   ~Could it be the smugglers are at it? Or maybe the Humans for Humanity group needs the energy for something? Or the Orions? Or someone else... that's an even more frightening possibility.~  "Well, if its not dangerous we should concentrate on tracing it. I would like to have our tamperer caught. Right now, I need you to coordinate with Dr. Engtamn-Jensi... he has a problem that might need an engineer's touch to solve. Just don't ask him too many questions," stated Paul.   =^=Yes sir. McLaren out.=^=   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 125, Ensign McLaren, 1115) Matthew walked along the corridor passed storage rooms and computer rooms. "Computer, is there any spare sensor arrays in storage?" [Negative.] Matthew shrugged. He was half expecting it. He came to a door with "runabout modules" written on the door. He pressed a panel and the door slid open. Inside was runabout and shuttle systems that could be put into a shuttle instantly and work straight away. He found a big box with "Navigation and Sensors" written on the side. He opened the box and began rummaging around inside to find the sensor array he needed. He withdrew a small box with a display screen and keypad on it. Taking out his tricorder he interfaced the 2 and proceeded to modify the array to track specific emissions. Then he headed back to the turbolift. (Posted by Matthew McLaren)   (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CSO Office, Ensign {JG} McLaren 1125) Matthew rang the chime on the door and waited for the reply. (Posted by Matthew McLaren) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113 CSO Office, CSO, Ensign {SG} Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1130)   After Engtamn had notified the captain he had hurried to his office. For the last 15 minutes he had been working at the problem of finding the dark matter/anti-matter collector. He believed he could find its special energy signature, but he needed that sensor array. While deep in thought and planning he heard the chime go off, indicating that someone was waiting at his door.   Engtamn rose out of his seat and called out, "Please do come in."   The door slid open revealing Ensign McLaren, carrying a few pieces of electronic equipment.   "Thank you for coming so quickly Mr. McLaren. You do have what I asked for?" asked Engtamn.   (Reply McLaren)   "Mr. McLaren, I need you to please adjust the array sensors to do detect downquarks of protonic energy. Concentrate on detection of an A901 filament scale a through c. I will give you the base scale detection items," said Engtamn handing Matthew a PADD.   (Reply McLaren)   "I know this exercise seems... futile... foolish even, but I must insist that the specifications are followed. Please do this for me, it is more important than you realise," stated Engtamn.   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 113, CMO office, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1131) Matthew walked into the office and placed the equipment on a bench. The doctor seemed quite agitated about something. He gave Matt a PADD with some specifics on it. "So you really can't tell me what this is for, I can do it." He said and set to work. He interfaced his tricorder with the sensor unit again and began punching in modifications. Within 15 minutes he had the array working to the specifications that the doctor had given him. "Ok, this is ready to go, do you need me for anything else?" He asked as he put away his tricorder. (Posted by Matthew McLaren) (Starbase Geneva, COs Ready Room, CO Arianna, 1154)   "Yes it has been a while!"  The Lt. Cmdr responded.  "Well, Geneva's always pretty much been my home, and I felt like returning back to her.  Besides, I missed this place."   Arianna looked around the room again, the room that had been home to four captains during the time that she had been there (including herself) and one additional one after that.  In such a short span of time, Geneva had undergone so much change, and yet, it was still -- home.   She scrolled through the PADD containing the orders of Mackenzie and she looked up at the young woman.  "That seems all in order.  Welcome -- home Commander."  Arianna replied.  "I believe you know where everything is."  She stood and then shook the woman's hand.  "Dismissed."   Lise looked again, around at the objects that decorated the ready room.  There amongst her possessions was a small pewter ornament of the Phoenix -- Zefram Cochrane's ship, the first one to travel at warp speed.  It had started it all.  Smiling, Lise remembered being given it as a gift, from the kind bartender aboard the USS Boudicca, one Christmas -- several years ago.  Lise smiled, that was the first time she'd met a young tactical officer -- may he rest in peace. (Posted by Katherine) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 1, Transporter Room 1, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers,1208)   Brian felt the warm rush has he appeared on the transporter pad and he stepped off and smiled at the transporter operator. "Thank you very much." Brian nodded and headed to the door. Those transporter people never knew how much Brian thanked them, it was their job that kept him from riding on a dreaded shuttle craft. Brian followed the markings on the corridors to outside the CO's office. He was 2 minutes early. He hit the keypad to single the door chime.   (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Ready Room Door-Ensign Dorrin Klars-1210 ) Dorrin sighed gratefully when he got onto Geneva. ~Join Starfleet, have adventures in space, they forgot to mention the adventures on Earth!~ he thought ruefully. The day that he was going to get a shuttle to Geneva started well enough. The father of another graduating cadet offered a him a ride to the shuttle bay where he would take a shuttle to Geneva. It was a bit funny of how things went, first they got lost, how Dorrin did not know since it was supposed to be a five minute trip. Eventually after several hours they finally managed to reach the shuttle bay and catch the last shuttle. Which broke down. For four weeks. Dorrin still shuddered at the memory, food wasn't a problem but for weeks of card games could get somewhat tiresome. Finally a ship managed to two Dorrin to Geneva. He breathed in deeply, this was the day that he was no longer a cadet officially. He still wondered what type of person would he would be, hard-working and a model example. Or would he live out the days in the Academy, being behind every mishap in the Academy, but without a trail for someone to use to catch him. If nothing else his imagination would come in handy. it sure did in the simulation. With one final breath he knocked. (Posted by Dan) (Starbase Geneva, Ready Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1210) Lise heard a quiet knock on the door.  "Come."  She called in response. With that an ensign strode up to her desk.  "Good day, Ensign ---"  Lise paused a moment as she tried to remember where she'd seen that face in all the dossiers that she'd been looking through for the past few days. "AH, yes, Ensign Klars.  The new ATAC is that correct?" (Reply Klars) "Yes, welcome Mr. Klars. Welcome to Geneva.  You are assigned to us in the capacity of ATAC and will be serving under Lt. Casely.  Please find a time to get in touch with him throughout the day.  There is a formal ball at 18.00 and a play at 14.00, you are welcome to attend both and encouraged to attend the former.  The ball is a masquerade so costumes, while not required are again, encouraged.  Please contact the quartermaster to assign you quarters."  Lise rattled off what was becoming a well rehearsed speech. (Reply Klars) "Other than that, I think that's all for now.  Did you have any questions?" (Reply Klars) When it appeared that all the Ensign's questions had been answered, Lise stood and offered her hand to the newest Ensign.  "Again, Ensign Klars, welcome aboard.  Dismissed." As he walked out of her ready room, she returned to her paperwork. (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva, CO's Ready Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1216)   Lise bid the person entrance into her office.  She looked up to see another Ensign carrying travel orders and looking like he was fresh from the Academy.  This ensign, however, seemed to be extremely relieved to be where he was -- or so her empathic senses told her.   "Good Afternoon Ensign."  Lise said cautiously.  Truth be told, she'd seen so many personnel manifests in the past two days that while she definitely recognized this person, she couldn't quite remember who he was or what his function was supposed to be, and with so many scheduled arrivals.... She smiled as she motioned for the Ensign to sit.  "Please Ensign, sit down."   (Reply Rogers)   At that moment, it clicked, blue uniform, the face -- Ensign Brian Rogers, Geneva's newest counsellor.  "Welcome Aboard Geneva, Ensign Rogers.  I trust your journey went well?"   (Reply Rogers)   "Ahh... I see.."  Lise said, not completely comprehending the depths of all that he was saying, but having a feeling that there was something more than met the eye.  "Well, let's get the formalities out of the way.  The other person in your department is Ensign Kassia Marta -- please contact her sometime throughout the afternoon.  There is a play at two pm that you may attend if you so choose and a masquerade ball later this evening at 18.00 I believe.  Do you have any questions?"   "Well then Ensign," Lise said as she stood up from behind her desk and shook the Ensign's hand:  "Welcome aboard!  Dismissed."   Lise watched the Cadet on his way out the door and then reviewed their roster.  So many new people in such a short time.  The station was off to a very promising start.   (Posted by Katherine) (Starbase Geneva, CO's Ready Room, COUNS - Ensign {JG} Brian Rogers, 1218)   "Good Afternoon Ensign." The CO said to Brian. He smiled and nodded to her. "Please Ensign, sit down." and she motioned to the hair. Brian sat down and waited. It seemed like just a few days ago he had just been in the same situation with Admiral Horgan at the Academy. "Thank you, sir." Brian said with a sly smile.   "I trust your journey went well?" She said. "Uh....yes." Brian said. His mind returned to thoughts of waking up on the Shuttle with a Cordazine buzz and the person he never saw following him on the SS Denton. He grimaced at the thought.   "Ahh...I see.." She said slowly, Brian's counsellor abilities told him that she probably didn't believe him. Brian decided not to bring it up. "Well, let's get the formalities out of the way. The other person in your department is ensign Kassia Marta -- please contact her sometime throughout the afternoon. There is a play at two pm that you may attend if you so choose and a masquerade ball later this evening at 18.00 I believe.  Do you have any questions?"   ~Great....a party, and that means females....~ Brain grimaced again. "No, sir. No questions. I look forward to it!" The CO smiled. "Well then Ensign...." she said has she stood, Brian followed suit. "Welcome aboard! Dismissed." They shook hands and Brian turned and walked out. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Sickbay-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1305)   Stepping inside of sickbay, Kaitlyn was taken aback by the small changes that had been made since she had been gone.  She stood stunned for awhile before forgetting the actual reason she was there.  ~I probably look like an idiot just standing here starring...oh well.~     Walking up to the CMO's office, she cleared her throat getting the CMO's attention.   "Hello.  I just arrived here off the USS Paladin.  Kaitlyn Mackenzie, yet another ACMO," she said and smiled as she shook the doctor's hand.   <>   "I just thought I'd stop by and introduce myself, maybe get re-familiar with my duties again."   <> (Posted by Stacey) (Starbase Geneva- Sickbay- CMO - Admiral Gr'iann-  1306)   Gr'iann continued to put things away.  He hoped that whoever wound up taking on this post would appreciate his organization.  It all made sense to him, but Caitian senses and other species sense were not always the same.  His sharp ears stood up as he heard the sickbay doors slide open.  He looked up to see a lovely young woman coming towards him.   "Hello.  I just arrived here off the USS Paladin.  Kaitlyn Mackenzie, yet another ACMO," she said and smiled as she shook the doctor's hand.   Gr'iann stood up and extended his own paw, a big toothy smile on his face.  His claws extended and retracted in the Caitian sign of trust. "Doctorr Mmackenzie!  You werre once the Chief Mmedical Officer hearr, werren't you?"  He could see the shock on her face as she finally noticed his rank.  she suddenly became quite nervous.   "I just thought I'd stop by and introduce myself, maybe get re-familiar with my duties again," she stated   "An excellent idea, Drr," Gr'iann purred, excited to have another doctor to talk to.  "Perrhaps, if you have somme timme, you ccould help mme inventorry these itemms and put themm away?"   (posted by Al Muir) (Starbase Geneva, Sickbay-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1308)   "Doctorr Mmackenzie!  You werre once the Chief Mmedical Officer hearr, werren't you?"    After having just arrived on Geneva, she wasn't sure what all she expected to see, but so far she was intrigued.   "Uhh...yes, I was the CMO for a time on Geneva.  That was before I got transferred to the USS Paladin."  She paused, then continued, "I just thought I'd stop by and introduce myself, maybe get re-familiar with my duties again," she stated.   "An excellent idea, Drr," Gr'iann purred, excited to have another doctor to talk to.  "Perrhaps, if you have somme timme, you ccould help mme inventorry these itemms and put themm away?"   One thing was for certain....she would have to get used to this lisp of his.  Obviously he was a different species than her so it was probably quite common for him.  To her however, she had never really met any species of his kind.   "Sure, " she said in response.  She then grabbed her lab coat, put it on, and headed for a PADD that had the items listed.   (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Personal Quarters, CO Lise Arianna, 1630)   Lise walked into her quarters having just come out of a superb play, reflecting on the events that had passed thus far in her day.  The doors parted and she saw --   ~People in my quarters!?!~   "Excuse me crewman"  Lise said in a firm tone, "What precisely are you doing in my quarters?"   The man shifted uncomfortably as he stood up and saluted the Captain's presence.  "Umm.. we... er... umm..."   At that moment, to make matters worse, another man entered from an adjacent room.  "Apparently there was some overwhelming noise this morning spilling into other people's quarters around you Captain, and we noticed that in the station refit the sound barriers had not been reinstalled in your quarters -- we've never had a captain before whose --- "  This time it was his turn to look uncomfortable.  "Made so much noise sir."  He finally finished.   Arianna looked at the two workmen.  "It's an alarm."  She said succinctly, knowing precisely what they were insinuating by their looks and their uncomfortable behaviour.  "An alarm."   "Um, yes, sure..."  One of them said.  "At any rate, sir, we've finished.  The barriers have been installed...  Have a great evening."  They said as they picked up their tools and promptly left.   As the door closed, Lise threw up her hands and vented her frustration.  She then tossed herself carelessly onto the sofa in her living room.  She looked out the window into the vastness of space.  ~Lisa~  She thought as she looked through the window.   Suddenly, she didn't want to go to the party.  She didn't want to be on the station, she didn't want to be.  She just wanted to -- not.  Not have to worry about the stresses of missing dark matter/antimatter collectors, wars, loose cannon admiralty, various other admiralty, and just in general the whole structure.  She placed her fingers gingerly on her cranial ridges.  Her body was sore, her brain hurt, she was exhausted.   ~The ball...~  She hadn't decided on what she was going to wear, and honestly, she wasn't sure she even wanted to go.   And yet somehow, a fairytale ball seemed quasi appropriate to the situation she'd found herself in.  Months ago, fighting alongside her sisters, fighting for their rights as individuals as people, against all odds.  Incurring injuries, and some even deaths for the rights of the future.  It had all taken place underground, no lights, no running water, nothing.  They'd foraged and scavenged and lived day to day.  And now -- she was like a princess , a princess on a giant station (complete with a mean dragon).   Lise's head started to ache.  She briefly considered going down to the infirmary to see one of the many qualified medical staff but decided that might only land her in the presence of Admiral Gr'iann again.  Not something she wanted to experience in her current state.  Instead, she walked over to her dressing station.   "Computer, Arianna costume 15"  She instructed it.   The costume materialised before her eyes.  Lise looked at it and then proceeded to try it on.   (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva - MCO's Quarters - Colonel T'Vanek - 1745) T'Vanek snapped his ceremonial sword out of its scabbard and swung it with great expertise and control to a few centimeters from his face. He reached out with his white-gloved hand and slowly ran his finger down the blade, looking for the slightest hint of a blemish. Of course, he didn't find one. With practiced ease he slid the saber back into its scabbard and looked at himself in the mirror. The blue uniform, which harkened back to centuries worth of older military uniforms, was crisp and sharp. His chest was filled with a line of medals from his years of service. His white cap was set perfectly in balance on the top of his head. While rich in military tradition, the Marine dress uniform seemed a touch out of place compared to the white ceremonial uniforms of the other departments, at least to the Vulcan. His men, almost to the last one, seemed to enjoy the special edge the medals and blue fabric gave them though... his first MCO explained to him that it helped them stand out in a crowd better, and there was little a Marine liked better then attention. T'Vanek had understood the basic psychology of the response, but he had never understood the emotional reaction behind it. Still, his duty wasn't to question why, simply to do and die. The uniform was regulation, therefore that is what he would wear to special occasions. He also didn't understand why a 'dress ball' would be needed. T'Vanek was quite comfortable as himself, he didn't see any logical reason to play-act that he was some other mythical creature or person. And as such, he had no basis for 'choosing' another person to play. Therefore, logically, he had chosen to go simply as himself. If necessary, should he be mistaken, he could get future help from another officer as to what would be anesthetically pleasing to the eye should such an event take place again. With ease he placed his hands behind his back and turned on his heel, he had little time before he had to be at the party. (posted by Trout) (Starbase Geneva - Ballroom - Colonel T'Vanek - 1800) The Vulcan stepped into the ballroom at precisely the stroke of Sixteen hundred hours. He stepped to one side and came to loose parade attention beside the door, looking over things and wondering how long it would be until he could leave without breaking any special social conventions. (posted by Trout) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, The De'Ktor Triplets, 1815)   "Ah!"  V'Staq said as he looked over at his other two compatriots.  "It appears we arriveth!"   B'Etak rolled her eyes.   It hadn't been her idea to dress up like the three musketeers, it hadn't been her idea to actually have real swords attached to their costumes.  It hadn't been her idea to even go to this stupid party. And besides, what V'Staq was planning was totally ridiculous.  ~I wish that one day they'd just grow up!~  She thought indignantly.   However, that all being said, there was something about honour that drove B'Etak to accompany them on their bizarre quests.  ~Perhaps,~ she considered, ~the costuming of the three musketeers isn't as odd an idea at all!~  She thought as she briefly reflected upon the novel that they'd read in class written by an ancient Frenchman on Earth.   "All for one and one for all."  V'Tral said again as he put the silver flask in his pocket.  The party had begun and they would make it a night to remember.   (reply any who dare!) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva, Deck 7, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1835) Matthew stepped of the turbolift and onto the deck with a sigh of relief. He was incredibly tired due to about 4 hours sleep in the last 48 hours, but he had promised himself to have a good time at the party. He walked into his quarters to see a large package just in the doorway. Opening it he was glad to see his keyboard. It was a special type of instrument instead of the single layer keyboard it had four rows of keys. Each layer had a different scale for playing different cultured music. It was all computerised and any sound could be produced through voice input or keypad. He flicked it on and played a few bars of a blues rif. ~nice, very nice! good to have it back~ he thought as he switched it off and headed into the next room. It had been quite a fuss to get it here. He had to send it on a freighter that was going to the base and then pay a fee for there troubles. He chose a medieval costume of a knight in armour with a authentic looking sword and helmet. He wasn't sure whether it looked any good but didn't really care too much. (Posted by Matthew McLaren) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CO Lise Arianna, 1840)   Lise walked into the ballroom.  She was, of course fashionably late.  She looked around and saw that people had already begun to gather.  Notably, she recognised her 2O in a knight's costume, her counsellor in a lovely dress not all that different from her own.  She had added in a last moment a small black masque that encircled her eyes and nose and had black lacy trim around the edges.   She nodded her welcome to people as she passed them in the room, and made her way over to the punch bowl.  She got herself a glass and then continued to mingle about.  The atmosphere was light, everyone seemed to be having a good time, getting to know one another.  There was a group playing music, the federation strings, which included a variety of stringed instruments from a variety of planets and were currently playing some Bach from the renaissance period of terran history.   Lise heard the music and she felt the urge to dance, she resisted it, however, knowing that at such functions dancing without a partner of any sort was usually not proper protocol.  And so she sat, at a table, feeling the music through her body and seeing movement in her mind's eye.  She smiled, music and dance, they were a few of her passions and while she currently did not have enough time to engage in such pastimes, she realised that they were a part of her forever.   She took another sip of the punch.  ~Boy this tastes strange~ She thought as she sat there drinking it.  She looked at all the people that were whizzing around her, ~I think that's Lt.Cmdr. MacKenzie, is it not? ~  She wondered, she also thought she spied Ensign McLaren in the far corner of the room.  She looked around carefully for Tane, hoping that perhaps his busy schedule would not permit him to attend.  After her visit last night, and the way she left, she wasn't feeling quite like she was ready to face him yet.   There were many people whom Lise did not recognise.  She surmised that they were probably civilians.  She would have to spend some serious time within the next couple of days familiarizing herself with all the regular personnel that were onboard, enlisted or not.  It was something that was important to her -- that she knew generally precisely who was on her station.  Especially in this time of high security.   High security -- her mind was brought back to the conversation she'd had with her sister.  But Lisa'd asked her for any information she'd had.  That's what she'd said to her -- in code of course.  The two women had grown so close to one another during the time that they'd fought alongside each other it had made them both wish that the universe had turned out differently and that they'd been permitted to grow up together.  They could have made an incredible team.  They still could.  If only she was able to get out.   Lise closed her eyes and fortified her mental shields.  The last thing she needed was some other telepath at the party eavesdropping on her mental situation.  She closed her eyes a minute to try and clear her mind.  She was at a party -- and she would have to find some way to enjoy it.   "Captain?"  She heard a voice say.   Lise turned over and put on her best fake smile.  "At your service ----"  She couldn't quite discern who it was under the costume.  She held up her hand hoping that the mystery person would fill would fill in their name.   (Reply mystery person -- it can be anyone!) (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, Hatri, 1841)   "Captain," Hatri had only seen the part Klingon woman in pictures but he recognized her straight through her mask.  The Cardassian photographic memory could rarely be fooled.   She turned towards him, "At your service ----" "Like wise, I am at yours.  My name is Hatri, I own the new café and bar on the promenade, but tonight I am your Caesar, Marcus Aurelius."  He quickly removed his mask.  He knew that the ancient Roman mask and wig would be the only thing to cover his obvious Cardassian ancestry.  She looked upon his face, with a clear recognition.  Then he placed the mask back on his face and smiled eternally again wearing a purple toga that the computer fifteen minutes prior had produced. "Would you care to dance?"  Hatri asked as he took the captain's hand. "I hear this is a classic on Earth." (Posted by Bobby Pirie) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CO Arianna, 1842)   Lise had just spoken to the mysterious masked stranger.  "Likewise, I am at yours.  My name is Hatri, I own the new cafe and bar on the promenade, but tonight I am your Caesar, Marcus Aurelius."   Lise couldn't help but smile, his costume was absolutely stunning to see an individual whom she'd not yet met and who seemed to possess a hint of Cardassian ancestry.  "Would you care to dance?"   Lise was about to protest, something about ranking officers and their supposed not being allowed to dance but already he'd moved to take her hand and spoke: "I hear this is a classic on Earth."   Lise nodded.  Well it was a social function and she dearly loved to dance.  One dance couldn't hurt.  Well, actually if she had her way, people would dance all the time.  There was something about dancing, that union of movement and music that was incredible.  A lot like the Klingon arts of combat, actually.  Although she rarely voiced that opinion aloud as there were many critics.  However, on the one or two occasions when she had ventured to express her sentiments on the matter, the nay sayers had found themselves on the receiving end of some complex routines and had decided to hold their tongues.   Lise moved with the man onto the dance floor and they started to dance.  As he was much taller, she let him lead.  They moved in time, something of a waltz to the newest song played by the Federation Strings.   The dance lasted about five minutes, and at the end, Lise took a ritual step back from her partner, crossing her left leg behind her right and did a small courtesy.  "Thank you sir."  She said in a respectful tone.    As she looked beyond where they were standing, she noticed two people that looked a lot like Counsellor Marta and Lt. Casely.  "Come Hatri -- or Caesar -- Let me introduce you to the Station's 2O and Counsellor!"   (Reply Hatri)   With that, Lise lead the way to where the people were standing.  "Good evening, Lt. Counsellor."  She said as she acknowledged the two who were standing by her.  "This is Hatri, he's the owner of the new Cafe going in on the promenade."  She paused before continuing.  "Hatri, this is Lieutenant Casely, Geneva's 2O/TAC/SC and Ensign Kassia Marta one of the Station's Counsellors!"   (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva- Ballroom- Hatri Ronsworth- 1843) "Come Hatri -- or Caesar -- Let me introduce you to the Station's 2O and Counselor!"   "Sure," Hatri was swept to the edge of the ballroom by this small woman.  They found her targets.   "Good evening, Lt. Counselor.  This is Hatri; he's the owner of the new Cafe going in on the promenade."  She paused before continuing.  "Hatri, this is Lieutenant Casely, Geneva's 2O/TAC/SC and Ensign Kassia Marta one of the Station's Counselors!" "It is very nice to meet you all." He shook the hand of the gentleman and politely touched the lady's hand as he smiled. "If any of you wish to come by tomorrow we're running a lunch special, half off till 1400," he turned and faced Lieutenant Casely and said, "and at the bar there is always a discount for station security officers."  He said with a nudge.  He knew of the old Earth business trick. ~Give the cops a good reason to be at your store other than to handle the fights or robberies and then there will be no fights or robberies to handle in the first place~ If it worked for those ancient 'convenience' stores it could work for him.  He looked around and then said, "Captain, are there any of your other officers here to meet?" (Posted by Bobby Pirie) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CO Arianna, 1845)   Lise listened as Hatri did a small promotion for his new cafe that had just opened on the promenade.  She couldn't help but crack a half smile when he'd offered Lt. Casely the opportunity to come down and have drinks for a 'special discount'   ~Ah, business owners... they never miss a trick.~  She thought to herself.   "Captain are there any of your other officers here to meet?"  The gentleman Caesar asked.   Lise smiled, "OF course!"  She said, "many people are here this evening!"   It was at this moment that Lt. Casely continued on speaking with Mr. Caesar.  "So you have a new cafe?" --   Lise listened in politely to the rest of the conversation for a bit, but didn't engage in it.  She noticed that the counsellor was stepping closer to her.  Lise nodded her head to acknowledge Ensign Marta who spoke quietly, "One of the Station's Counsellors, sir?"   Lise shook her head to imply a negative response.  "No, actually, a cafe owner.  Little Cardassia, it opened today on the promenade from what I understand."   (Reply Marta)   "So how was your first day aboard?"  Arianna asked innocently and quietly so as not to disturb the other parallel conversation opposite them.   (Reply Marta)   Just as Ensign Marta was speaking, another officer -- tall, blonde and dressed in uniform walked over to the group.  "I hope I'm not interrupting anything.  I'm Ensign Brian Rogers, the new Counsellor."   Lise suppressed the grin that wanted to spread over her face and the laughter that threatened to burst forth as that was the very question that Ensign Marta had just asked her.  She nodded her head in greetings, "Good Evening Ensign."   Everyone did likewise, and Lieutenant Casely continued speaking to him.  "Let me guess... you're here as.... a Starfleet ensign from the medical division."   Lise couldn't help but smile, her 2O seemed to have quite the way of putting things.   They conversed for a bit and then Lise noticed Lt. Cmdr Mackenzie come up behind them and tap the newest Ensign on the shoulder.  Then they began a conversation with each other.  It was as if everyone was eagerly getting to know everyone else all at the same time.  Shortly thereafter, the group of two walked off in their own direction.   Lise was just about to say something else when someone new walked up to the group.  "Hope I'm not interrupting."   She turned and saw the newcomer -- a knight in shining armour.  "Ah!  Ensign McLaren!  Good of you to join us!  Have you met everyone?"  She asked as she motioned to the group that had gathered amidst the other ball participants.   (Reply McLaren)   "Well, over here we have Lt. Casely who you already know, then Hatri -- a civilian who owns Little Cardassia a newly opened cafe, then I believe you already have met Ensign Marta and just a moment ago there was Lt. Cmdr Mackenzie and Ensign Rogers our newest counsellor but they have since gone off."   (Reply McLaren)   "So, Ensign, how was your first day?"  Lise asked, not an original question she admitted to herself, but it was the best she could do.  Even though it was a mere seven o'clock in the evening, she was beginning to fade.   (Reply McLaren)   The group chatted for a bit more, and then all of a sudden the most strange sight came upon them.  A giant white dragon -- which had to have been someone in costume, Lise didn't recall hearing anything about a giant white dragon in the programming -- but there was something different about this dragon -- he didn't seem to have complete control over all of his faculties.   "Hellooooooo Capthan... how are you?"   The white dragonous beast moved from one side to another, almost swaying and tripping over what Lise could only conclude might be his tail.   "Enthen Marti... you look marvellous."   Lise looked over at Marta and put on her best 'I am not amused' Captain's face.  She then made her way over to the quasi-coherent Dragon.  "Mr. Dragon?"  She asked, still not precisely certain who it was that wore such a suit.   (Reply EJ)   "Yes, Mr. Dragon, How are you feeling?"  Lise asked cautiously as she moved to intercept one of his swaggers and hopefully prevent him from falling, and/or knocking other people out.   (Reply EJ)   As the dragon was 'talking' Lise looked around at the others.  She mouthed to Ensign Marta and Lieutenant Casely, 'I think we need to get him over to the chairs' she hoped that she would aid in this endeavour.   (Reply Casely, Marta, EJ)   (Posted by Katherine Mazurok) (Starbase Geneva - Ball Room - 2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely- 1846)   Paul generally wasn't very good at parties. His mind snapped back to his first 'party' onboard the Nimitz where he and Edward had spent the whole night trying to head off brawls. Definitely quite a night. Paul shook his head sadly at the thought of Edward. Paul also remembered getting drunk on every reserve alcohol on the station with a certain Klingon exchange officer. He couldn't help but wonder how K'ven was doing at the moment... how all of the people aboard the Nimitz were doing. Paul found himself again lost in thought.   The problem was that despite his desire to mingle, Paul envitably found himself preoccupied with other duties and thoughts. He worried about Engtamn-Jensi's experiment. He concerned himself with the Orions now on board. He was also closely observing many of the non-Starfleet human personnel, wondering if they were part of Benford's group. Too much of the Security Chief had been infused into Paul at too early a juncture. He found himself viewing everyone with an amount of suspicion and trepidation. ~ Is this what happens when you start to succumb to paranoia?~ Paul thought, ~No... I have reason to be suspicious. This place is a haven for criminals and ne'er-do-wells.~ A voice finally broke Paul's deep and serious thought.   "Good evening Sir" said a small woman with a curtsey.   Paul squinted through the holes in his mask for a second, "Ensign Marta I presume? I was hoping it wouldn't be THAT easy to see through my disguise. Oh well..." Paul trailed off and flashed a good natured grin, "So... how was your day?"   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, 2O/TAC/SC, Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely, 1851)   Paul had just started conversing with Ensign Marta when he heard Captain Arianna's voice,  "Good evening, Lieutenant, Counsellor. This is Hatri, he's the owner of the new Cafe going in on the promenade."  She paused before continuing.  "Hatri, this is Lieutenant Casely, Geneva's 2O/TAC/SC and Ensign Kassia Marta one of the Station's Counsellors!"   Paul examined the tall man in the Caesar costume in front of him and nodded. Putting out his hand Paul said, "So you have a new cafe? What made you decide to open a business on Geneva?"   (Reply Hatri)   "Where do you hale from originally? I've come here from Earth myself... what used to be called Canada," said Paul, trying to engage a conversation.   (Reply Hatri)   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva - Ball Room - Counselor - Ensign(SG) Kassia Marta - 1853) "Ensign Marta I presume? I was hoping it wouldn't be THAT easy to see through my disguise. Oh well.. " Lt. Casely said as Kass noticed him squinting through the holes in his mask then he flashed a good natured grin, "So... how was your day?" "It was a good first day, " Kass said as she removed her mask to show him her grin. "I have not been at many of these kind of things, have you? And call me Kass here please." Kass asked as she smiled at him, "Would you like to dance?" She pondered if he would venture to engage in a little bit of feet shuffling after having to chew her out earlier. (Casely) Kass was waiting for Casely to answer her when they both heard the captain's voice. It made them both turn in the direction of the sound to see her and someone she had not meet. "Good evening, Lieutenant, Counselor. This is Hatri, he's the owner of the new Cafe going in on the promenade." She paused before continuing. "Hatri, this is Lieutenant Casely, Geneva's 2O/TAC/SC and Ensign Kassia Marta, one of the Station's Counselors!" Kass curtseyed to Hatri, "happy to make you acquaintance, sir." putting her mask back into place. The fact that the Captain said one of the station's counselors was not lost on her. She had not looked at the roster of station officers recently and had no idea that there was a second one. (Hatri) As Casely examined the tall man and entered into conversation with him, Kass stepped close to the Captain. "One of the Station's Counselors, Sir?" She whispered to her. (Arianna) (posted by Frank) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, COUNS - Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1855) Brian entered the Ball Room and looked around. He saw a Trill female officer, a Lieutenant, the CO and a Cardassian/Human civilian.. Brian swallowed hard and walked over to them. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I'm Ensign Brian Rogers, the new Counsellor."   (Reply from Casely, Hatri, Arianna or Marta) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva - Ball Room - CSO - Ensign (SG) Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1856)   Engtamn had spent far too long trying to pick out his costume. He found it difficult to choose a masquerade costume that would suitably hide his appearance and keep with the definition of masquerade he had found in the ship's library. He had got the impression from the archaic Earth language used that the costumes should be appropriate to Earth's past, and due to that he attempted to find a costume that might cover his appearance suitably and relate to the time period of the language used. He finally settled on a creature called a dragon and had the computer replicate the needed item.   Engtamn cautiously walked into the party. In some ways this was quite terrifying. There were so many people that he didn't know... or he did know but didn't recognize. This seemed to be the point of the party though, to be someone else for awhile. Engtamn wasn't sure he could carry himself as a dragon, but it was an attractive mythological beast to be sure. He often enjoyed the broad creativity of human beings and this was creature another manifestation of that creativity. Engtamn wandered in and wondered how he was going to eat and drink in such a mask, but then noticed a small opening in the base, it was a bit complicated, but he could maneuver a drinking glass into the base of the jaws and drink. Engtamn began to scan the room looking for people he knew.   (Reply anyone wondering who the big white dragon is...) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, 2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant (JG) Paul Casely, 1858)   Paul was in the middle of a conversation with Hatri about business and such on the promenade when a young ensign broke into the conversation.    "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I'm Ensign Brian Rogers, the new Counsellor."   Paul looked at the fairly large younger man in front of him, his tabard flowing slightly in the breeze of people entering and leaving. "Hello Mr. Rogers. I'm Lieutenant Paul Casely," said Paul removing his mask. "Let me guess... you're here as... a Starfleet ensign from the medical division," said Paul, grinning at the Ensign who was still wearing his uniform to the costume party.   (Reply Rogers)   "Ha! Don't worry about it. I'm only joking. Its not important. What is important is that you're here. So, is this your first posting?" asked Paul.   (Reply Rogers)   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1859)   ~And just who's idea was this to have a masquerade ball?!~  Having just walked into the room, Kaitlyn's costume was already driving her insane.  Trying hard to stop fidgeting, she found a seat at the bar that was not taken, so she decided to have a seat.     Giving a quick glimpse of the room, she thought she might have spotted someone new standing next to the captain.  Although since there were costumes involved she wasn't sure.  ~Well, I already knew half the people on this station before I left....time to get acquainted with the new.~   Walking up to the group, Kaitlyn lightly tapped a man on the back of the shoulder.   "Excuse me....I don't believe we have met before.  What's your name?"   <>   "Oh, ok.  So you are new here."  She paused.  "Well I'm Kaitlyn Mackenzie.  I'm the new slash old ACMO," she said with a smile.  Seeing his confusion at her last statement, she continued, "I used to be stationed here before and I just transferred back today."   <>   Seeing him lighten up, they continued to converse for awhile.   "So what kind of work do you do?"   (Reply: CMO, Rogers, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, COUNS - Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1859)   The other human male turned and looked to Brian. "Hello Mr. Rogers. I'm Lieutenant Paul Casely." Has he removed his costume mask. "Let me guess... you're here as... a Starfleet ensign from the medical division." Lt. Casely said to him.   "Uh....I....forgot sir. It won't happen again." Brian wondered if the Lieutenant would put this on his service record.   "Ha! Don't worry about it. I'm only joking. Its not important. What is important is that you're here. So, is this your first posting?" Lt. Casely asked. Brian grimaced. Social situations were never his strong suit. Even at the Academy, he usually avoided social events or went with a group of his friends.   "Uh, no, sir. During my Junior year I served 6 months training duty on the USS Berlin under my uncle, who was that vessel's CO." Brian said.   (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1900)   Brian was waiting for Lt. Casely to respond when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned to see a woman looking at him. "Excuse me....I don't believe we have met before.  What's your name?" she asked. Brian's gut turned over has he felt sick.   "I'm Brian Rogers. Nice to meet you." Brian said, speaking slowly, he still felt that old pain he got around all unknown females when he first met them.   "Oh, ok.  So you are new here. Well I'm Kaitlyn Mackenzie." She said. Brian nodded. "I'm the new slash old ACMO." She said. Brian raised an eyebrow, what she just said was confusing. He nodded. "I used to be stationed here before and I just transferred back today." She finished. Brian started to feel better. "So what kind of work do you do?" She asked looking him in the eye. Another thing that made him nervous, epically around females.   "I'm the new Counselor. My family is the famous Rogers family. We're known for being captains and first officers on various starships. My grandfather was known has a tactical genius." Brian was going to add more, but stopped. He didn't want to come off like he was bragging. He waited for her response.   (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie - 1901)   For some reason or another Kaitlyn started to feel suddenly nervous around Brian.  She wasn't sure why.  ~I guess it has been awhile since I've last dated.~   "I'm the new Counselor. My family is the famous Rogers family. We're known for being captains and first officers on various starships. My grandfather was known has a tactical genius."   Continuing the conversation, she gestured to the open bar.  "Would you care for a drink?"   <>   They walked towards they bar and she took a seat.  The bartender was currently busy so she took that time to tell him a little bit about her family.   "Wow, the famous Rogers family here in person, " she raised her eyebrows.  She hoped she didn't sound sarcastic saying that last line.   "Well, my family is a little more 'old fashioned' I guess you could say.  My mother is a nurse and my father teaches quantum theory.  So our family is a little bit everywhere.  I however, am the first one to actually join Starfleet and become a member of a crew stationed on a ship or starbase for that matter."   <>   "So, I'm sure this isn't your first time in space since your whole family is space faring, right?"   <>   ~Space faring?!?  On please, just point to a place on my brain where that thought came up!~   She smiled at him as he continued to tell her his previous experiences in space adventure.  ~Wow, he has really seen space!~   Around that time she saw the doors swish open to reveal Dr. Engtamn come through.  To her it was rather obvious it was him.  Something about his mannerisms that always caught her attention.   While she looked that direction, that caught Brian's eye to look also, long enough she could take a quick look around the room and discover no one was watching her.  Since no one was, she took that opportunity to quickly readjust her outfit.  As if right on cue, she finished readjusting and Brian looked back at her.  Smiling, she hoped he didn't notice her fidgeting.   "So I'm sure you've already been asked this.....but where's your costume?"   (Reply: Rogers, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1903)   Brian watched has Lt. Commander Mackenzie motioned to the bar. "Would you care for a drink?"   Brian's mind started spinning has he felt that nervous rush. ~Oh boy....here we go again. I can hear my dad now. 'Go get him tiger!'~   "Uh, sure." Brian said. They walked over to the bar and sat down. Brian was become very thirsty, but sadly, the bartender was busy.   "Wow, the famous Rogers family here in person." She said. Brian looked down and smiled. ~Here we go again....~ Brian thought. "Well, my family is a little more 'old fashioned' I guess you could say." she continued. Brian looked up at her and nodded. "My mother is a nurse and my father teaches quantum theory.  So our family is a little bit everywhere.  I however, am the first one to actually join Starfleet and become a member of a crew stationed on a ship or starbase for that matter." she said has she finished. Brian nodded and started talking.   "My parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters are all captains, first officers or at least have some position on the bridge." Brian blushed at the thought of his next statement. "In fact....I'm the first Rogers child since 2259 not to be on the bridge. That’s roughly 149 years of bridge service that....kinda wrecked. My father reminds me every chance I talk to him...." Brian looked down, and wished he hadn't said that last part.   "So, I'm sure this isn't your first time in space since your whole family is space faring, right?" she asked.   "No. I was born on the Moon....uh, Sol 3a, is the non-human term. My father sent me to Luna's Academy for Young Learners, a very noble command academy. When I was 10 I uh...never mind. When I was 16 I graduated and I joined my parent's ship and together we traveled and I continued my studies until I entered the old Starfleet Academy. Why don't you tell me more about your-...." Brian said, until he heard something move behind him and Kaitlyn looked past him. Brian turned to see a tall white dragon costume walk threw the doors and walk towards the punch bowl. ~Wow. Somebody’s thirsty....like me. That punch doesn't look too bad....~ Brian thought, but decided not to leave the Lt. Cmdr hanging at the bar. Then, has the dragon person staggered towards where he had been standing, he noticed that the person/alien was a good inch or two taller than him, which shocked Brian, he was used to being one of the tallest things in the room. Brian turned back to Kaitlyn and saw her moving out of the corner of his eye. She smiled oddly at Brian. Brian smiled slowly back. ~Oh boy....why do all the females I meet out of Starfleet Academy have to meet me in the eye and smile?~   "So I'm sure you've already been asked this.....but where's your costume?" she asked.   Brian laughed and then said "This is my costume. I'm playing a medical ensign who is tall, blonde and may be called handsome." Brian said. He wondered how she would take his joke.   (reply Lt. Cmdr Mackenzie)   "And I must ask, not to be rude, but would you be so kind to explain what your costume is?" Brian said.   (reply Mackenzie)   "Cool. I like it, a lot." Brian said confidently. He suddenly hoped she hadn't heard the stories that seemed to populate the Girl's Dorms at Starfleet Academy that the Rogers Family Men were ladies men with no respect for women....   Finally, the bartender arrived. Brian motioned for Kaitlyn to order first. (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva - Ball Room - CSO - Ensign (SG) Doctor Engtamn-Jensi - 1904)   Engtamn began working his way through the room. He liked his costume, especially because it gave him something to hide behind. ~Maybe this masquerade thing makes sense after all,~ he thought. The one thing he hadn't counted on was how hot it would be in this getup. The room filled with people and him wearing this large costume meant that he began to get increasingly warmer in the costume. No one had particularly noticed him yet so he began to seek out refreshment... and then he saw... PUNCH!   Engtamn slid over to the punch and slowly grabbed a full cup of it. It seemed like standard fruit punch at least in colour. Its odor seemed a bit... odd... but perhaps it was a special recipe. Engtamn tentatively sipped it and it tasted like no punch he'd ever had before. It had an odd taste... somewhat... sharp in flavour. At first he didn't care much for it, but he was thirsty after all so he drained his first glass and filled another. After each successive glass that Engtamn drank he started enjoying the taste more and more... or not noticing it... or not noticing the heat... or his feet... or something... Eventually, Doctor Engtamn-Jensi, pioneer of Dark Matter conversion science, inventor of the Dark Matter/Antimatter collector began to wobble through the room, drink in hand. As he went he bumped into people and spilled bits of punch on the floor and the assorted guests. He was always sure to politely apologize every time...   ~I think the lack of oxygen has inhibited my ability to think punch... I mean clearly. I feel kind of... floaty,~ Engtamn thought as he moved through the crowd. Finally, he saw a group of officers in costume he recognized and moved towards them.   "Helloooo capthan... how are you?" Engtamn slurred, almost falling over in his white dragon suit, "Enthen Marti... you look marvelous."   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1905) He walked into eh ballroom and looked around. Strange figures were everywhere. He thought he saw Councilor Marta over with a few other people which he couldn't make out. He waked over. "Hi, hope I’m not interrupting." (Posted by Matthew McLaren) (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1905)   So far the conversation was going very well, at least Kaitlyn thought so anyways.    "My parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters are all captains, first officers or at least have some position on the bridge." Brian blushed at the thought of his next statement. "In fact....I'm the first Rogers child since 2259 not to be on the bridge. That’s roughly 149 years of bridge service that....kinda wrecked. My father reminds me every chance I talk to him...."   Kaitlyn felt a small bit of pain as she realized it had almost been four years since she'd seen her own father.  ~Oh well, guess that's what computers are for.~   After the doctor had entered the room and Kaitlyn quickly fixed her costume, Brian turned back to her and smiled oddly.  ~As well I'm giving him an odd smile myself!  Ok, calm down....deep breaths.....much easier in medical practice than in dating practice....ok, this is NOT a date.....shut up already!~   "So I'm sure you've already been asked this.....but where's your costume?" she asked.   ~Ok, get the conversation going again and stop fidgeting and you'll be fine.~   Brian laughed and then said "This is my costume. I'm playing a medical ensign who is tall, blonde and may be called handsome."   Laughing, Kaitlyn said, "Of all things to play, and you play your own role on board?  Well, I guess being original and knowing no one else would show up in uniform has it's points."  She paused, then added, "Especially the tall, blonde and handsome part."   ~Oh my god!  Did that just come out of MY mouth?!  Ok, where is Kaitlyn and what have you done with her?!~   <>   "And I must ask, not to be rude, but would you be so kind to explain what your costume is?" Brian said.   ~Phew....at least he didn't hang on to the last thing I said...not that I didn't mean it...but....how embarrassing.~   "Well.....my costume is supposed to be that of a cat woman.  I was sorta known for helping out stray animals back where I used to live when I was about 17.  To me anyways, since I like medical obviously, I figured I could also use my beginners medical knowledge to apply the basic technique of saving lives.  Long story short, my neighbors eventually nicknamed me that since I practically ran an animal shelter of my own," she said and chuckled at the memory of her father always yelling at her to 'get those da*n cats off the porch'.    "Cool. I like it, a lot." Brian said confidently.   ~Ok, I hope I didn't just overdue it with my babbling.~   About that time, the bartender walked up and took their orders.  Following Brian's lead, Kaitlyn ordered first.   "I'll have a long island iced tea please."  She then looked to Brian who ordered next.  She didn't know about him, but she was getting really thirsty from being nervous and talking all at the same time.  She hoped this wasn't going to turn out to be one of those guys who were just around for the party life and never the serious side of life.  She was tired of dating those types.  She was 25 and still young, but not getting any younger.  Her best friend would die to hear all the details of what was going on in her life with this guy right now.  Even if it wasn't a date, her friend always had a knack for playing matchmaker.  She lived her life solely off details of everyone else's life.   Coming back to reality, Kaitlyn took a sip of her long island iced tea.  She noticed Brian was equally thirsty as she was, since he was drinking rather rapidly also.   After putting her glass down, she looked up only to notice the big white dragon staggering his way across the floor.  At Kaitlyn's furrowed brow response, Brian looked as well.   "Is he......?"  She didn't finish her sentence because she already knew the answer.   <   "I thought so," she said all the while giggling at how this would make news around the station the next day.   "So you just got here today?  How do you like it here so far?"   <>   "I've noticed since I came back that there have been some small changes.  But it's still the same old Geneva to me.  A lot of good memories too."  She didn't want to take a trip down memory lane now though.....she had a perfectly good looking bachelor sitting right in front of her.   (Reply: Rogers, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1907)   "I'll have a long island iced tea please." Kaitlyn said. Brian watched her has she spoke, but then she turned to him along with the bartender.   "I'll have an Apple Martini." Brian said has the bartender nodded. Brian looked around the large ball room. This certainly wasn't the Academy. Brian thought back to Kaitlyn's earlier comment. ~Did she just call me handsome?~ Brian thought. He was easily confused by women. Luckily, just in time, the bartender arrived with their drinks. They started drinking very quickly. Brian and Kaitlyn put their glass down at almost the same time, and Brian turned to talk to her, but she looked past him again. Brian turned and saw the big white dragon staggering around again. ~Wow. Looks like somebody is having a good time.~ Brian thought to himself.   "Is he....?" She asked slowly. Brian started to nod.   "I think somebody is a little intoxicated." Brian said. His Vulcan professors never allowed alcoholic drinks at the Academy Socials, but his buddy Curik always managed to bring his little 'flavoring' and add it to the punch bowl   "I thought so," said Kaitlyn, and she giggled. Brian even smiled. It was funny to see the tall person wander around has it towered above everybody else. Brian turned back to Kaitlyn. "So, you just got here today? How do you like it here so far?" She asked.   "Yeah. I like it here. I stayed in my quarters and asked the computer about the gym facilities, but other than that I haven't left my quarters, but I'm glad I sure left my quarters for this party." Brian said has he smiled at Kaitlyn. ~Ooops, hope that wasn't too much of a blunt statement!~   (Reply Mackenzie)   "I've noticed since I came back that there have been some small changes.  But it's still the same old Geneva to me.  A lot of good memories too." She said.   "So, you sound like you like it here. What other ship were you posted on before this?" Brian asked.   (reply Mackenzie)   Brian nodded. "So, what do you like to do when your off duty?"   (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACEO, Ensign McLaren, 1908) "Well, over here we have Lt. Casely who you already know, then Hatri -- a civilian who owns Little Cardassia a newly opened cafe, then I believe you already have met Ensign Marta and just a moment ago there was Lt. Cmdr Mackenzie and Ensign Rogers our newest counsellor but they have since gone off." Matthew smiled and nodded politely at the group. "So, Ensign, how was your first day?" the captain asked. "Well we're getting there, there’s still heaps to do but we're getting through it slowly. I don’t know why the upgraders cant do it right in the first place." Matthew said with a grin. (posted by Matthew McLaren)  (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-0910)   "So, you just got here today? How do you like it here so far?" She asked.   "Yeah. I like it here. I stayed in my quarters and asked the computer about the gym facilities, but other than that I haven't left my quarters, but I'm glad I sure left my quarters for this party."   "As am I."  Kaitlyn paused.  She was agreeing with him?  She continued, "I thought it would be boring, but it turns out that I'm actually having a good time."   "So, you sound like you like it here. What other ship were you posted on before this?" Brian asked.   ~He wants to know more about me?  Oh, this has to be a good thing!~   "I first started out here on Geneva, but then I transferred to the USS Paladin.  Under the command of Captain Eva Straton....she was a good captain.  I was her first officer for awhile before I decided to transfer back."  Kaitlyn noticed the increasing tension between them as they were ultimately running thin on things to talk about without having to invade into each others' personal lives.   Brian nodded. "So, what do you like to do when your off duty?"   Tilting her head to the side, she gave a lopsided frown.  "If I were to tell you, you'd laugh, " she said, not really caring if he did or not.  ~Why not, everyone else does.~   <>   "Alright, here it is.  Dancing.  I like dancing.  I used to do it a lot and even teach dance on my home world before I got caught up in the medical field.  I know that doesn't sound so bad, but when people refer to you as the 'dancing doctor', I tend to keep it to myself."  She explained her reasoning in hopes he'd get it.   "Hmm....I'm adventurous as well.  I'm up to trying new things in the holodeck if that's what you're asking...."  She wasn't sure if this was his way to ask her to hang out with him or not.  She decided to put a foot in the door and creek it open a bit.   <>   "So what kind of things do you like to do?"   <>   "Oh, impressive.  I don't think I've ever seen anyone run around the bowels of the starbase just for the fun and exercise of it.  Sounds kind of neat actually.  Most people just prefer holodecks and all, that's why I say that."   <>   ~Ok, right now, my friend would die to hear everything that's going on right now.  Too bad for her......this one's a nice fish in the sea.~   "That sounds great.  We'll have to get together sometime."   <>   Hoping he wouldn't scare away easily, Kaitlyn awaited his response.   (Reply: Rogers, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1911)   Brian watched has she tilted her head to the side and frowned. "If I were to tell you, you'd laugh." She said. Brian smiled and explained.   "I wouldn't laugh." Brian said has he shook his head and smiled.   "Alright, here it is. Dancing. I like dancing. I used to do it a lot and even teach dance on my home world before I got caught up in the medical field. I know that doesn't sound so bad, but when people refer to you as the 'dancing doctor', I tend to keep it to myself." She said. Brian smiled, but hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way. She continued. "Hmm....I'm adventurous as well.  I'm up to trying new things in the holodeck if that's what you're asking...."   Brian nodded. "I have a Klingon hunting program. Its very tough, maybe we could try together some time." ~Maybe I'll tell her later that you do it almost naked later. I don't want her to think I'm some kind of....nutjob.~   (reply Mackenzie)   "So what kind of things do you like to do?" She asked. Brian was just thinking about how good looking she is, until he realized he wasn't speaking.   "Oh, well, I like to stay in shape. I run 40 laps around the widest deck in the ship or starbase every morning at 05.00." Brian explained.   "Oh, impressive.  I don't think I've ever seen anyone run around the bowels of the starbase just for the fun and exercise of it.  Sounds kind of neat actually.  Most people just prefer holodecks and all, that's why I say that." She said.   "Holodeck running just seems so....artificial. I'm not one of those anti-holodeck people. I just prefer to use them for more....fun activities." Brian said.   (reply Mackenzie)   "That sounds great.  We'll have to get together sometime." she said.   "Sure. I wouldn't be apposed to that. What time did you have in mind?" Brian asked. ~Does she want to be workout buddies....or more?~   (reply Mackenzie, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Ball Room, CSO, Ensign {SG} Engtamn-Jensi, 1912)   "Mr. Dragon?"  asked Captain Arianna.   "Hee hee hee... thath not my naaaame... " responded Engtamn.   "Yes, Mr. Dragon, How are you feeling?"  Lise asked cautiously as she moved to intercept one of his swaggers and hopefully prevent him from falling, and/or knocking other people out.   "Funny... I wasss hot in thith cothume... soooooo... I had some punch... and then I started feeling... funny... hehehehe..." stated Engtamn. Things were definitely starting to swirl around him a bit. He didn't understand what was happening. There was no way that the heat from the costume should be doing this. Engtamn felt strange... almost disembodied. The sensation was starting to scare him. Had he realised that this would happen, he never would have worn this costume in the first place.  Engtamn at this point started to cry. "Why is this happening," he sobbed, "I must have some viruth."   As the dragon was 'talking' Lise looked around at the others.  She mouthed to Ensign Marta and Lieutenant Casely, 'I think we need to get him over to the chairs' she hoped that she would aid in this endeavour.   Paul grabbed one arm of the dragon and said, "Lets get you over here so you can sit down for a moment." He began to gently guide the crying dragon. "Ummm... maybe someone could talk to our dragon friend and find out what happened?"   (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1913)   "I have a Klingon hunting program. Its very tough, maybe we could try together some time."   Brian and Kaitlyn had been talking for awhile getting to know each other, and so far she was impressed.    "Alright....I think I'm up to the challenge."  She didn't expect to be invited to a Klingon hunting program, but she was up for it.  She giggled at the thought she conjured up in her head.  She could see it now....being body slammed by the big Klingons that were two times her size, having to fight with the battleth......~This should prove interesting.~   " What time did you have in mind?" Brian asked.   Thinking for a moment, Kaitlyn realized she really didn't have a preferable time.    "Well, it's up to you I guess.  I don't exactly have much to do other than my duties and get my quarters set up.  Right now it looks like a trash heap since I just shoved everything in my room before getting to sickbay on time."  She stopped.  ~I'm rambling again!~  "But I can get that taken care of tonight.  Shouldn't be too much.  Tomorrow night sounds good.....that is, if you aren't doing anything?"  She raised her eyebrows and tried to play that innocent look.  The look that was sort of neutral if he were to say no, but that would turn into a smile if he were to say yes.   <>   ~I hope he doesn't think I'm trying to avoid him by rambling so much.~   "Ok, that sounds great."  It was then that there was that silent tension in the air.  Breaking the silence, or hoping to anyways, Kaitlyn asked, "Would you like another drink?"   <>   As she ordered them both another round of drinks, she suddenly realized that she had not spoken to anyone else there.  She felt weird for some reason, she just couldn't put her finger on it.  ~I've been to one of these masquerades before and I hated the costume part.  Why isn't it bothering me now?~  She felt more comfortable sitting here with Brian that everything else was just being tuned out.  She supposed she liked that.  It gave her more of an opportunity to get to know him better.   As the bartender set the drinks in front of them, she suddenly felt like the room was getting warmer as she could feel his eyes on her.  Getting the flushed feeling, she took a sip of her drink, set it down, and said, "I'll be right back, excuse me."   Getting up, she walked past Brian and out of the Ballroom and straight to the lavatory.   (Posted by Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1914)   "What time did you have in mind?" Brian asked. He watched her has she looked at the ceiling and thought.   "Well, it's up to you I guess.  I don't exactly have much to do other than my duties and get my quarters set up.  Right now it looks like a trash heap since I just shoved everything in my room before getting to sickbay on time. But I can get that taken care of tonight.  Shouldn't be too much.  Tomorrow night sounds good.....that is, if you aren't doing anything?" She said, then looked at him. Brian smiled. ~Man, she is so attractive.~ Brian acted like he was thinking about a few seconds and then spoke.   "Nope. I'm not busy at all. How does 17.00 sound?" Brian said. Knowing his luck, half the crew would have a nervous breakdown or something and need a counselor, but he hoped the other counselor could handle it for a few hours.   "Ok, that sounds great." she said. A silence followed. Then she said "Would you like another drink?"   "Yes, please!" Brian said. Brian watched her has she ordered more drinks. In the short time he's talked to her, he knew her better than most of the people he dated at the Academy. Then, has the bartender put the drinks down, Brian saw her face get flushed. She took a quick drink of her drink and stood up said "I'll be right back, excuse me." and she rushed off.   ~Oh god, don't tell me I screwed this up.~ Brian thought to himself. Brian took another drink and thought about things. ~You know. I'm a counselor. If we went out, it would be morally wrong. Plus, she's such a higher rank then me. What if people start to accuse her of something. Also, she's a doctor. What if I got killed and she had to do the autopsy! The last time I took a girl to my Klingon program, she got.....~ Brian pushed those thoughts from his mind. Such thoughts could ruin a person. Brian took his drink and sipped it, when Kaitlyn walked up behind him and sat down.   "Sorry, now where was it that we left off?" she asked. Brian just nodded and took a big drink of his beverage and turned and looked her in the eye.   "I have to ask you, are you 'seeing' anybody?" Brian asked. ~D'oh!~ Has soon has Brian said it he felt stupid. He also felt his face become flushed....   (reply Mackenzie) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Women's bathroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr, Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1915)   As she entered the bathroom, she walked right up to the mirror and looked at her reflection.  ~Ok, get a grip on yourself.  This isn't like you.~   Turning on the cold water, she dabbed at her face with a wet paper towel to cool herself off.  Than deciding her makeup was fine, she quickly fixed her costume and headed back to the ballroom.   (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1916)   Walking through the doors, she felt like everyone in the room was staring at her once again.  She located Brian sipping at his drink, in the same spot she left him.  Rejoining him, she said, "Sorry....now where was it that we left off?"   <>     ~Is he actually interested or just wanting to be friends since he just arrived?~   (Reply: Rogers, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS, Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1917)   Brian watched has Kaitlyn almost choked on her drink. Brian put on his stone wall no-emotion face. He has used to many times in his life. First, when his father chewed him out for choosing a medical major. Second, when his Starfleet Academy-San Francisco ice hockey team lost to Starfleet Academy-Toronto for the Planetary Championship Game, because of a missed slap shot by him.  Third when Michelle's parents screamed at him for getting their daughter killed in a 'silly holodeck.'   "Uh.....not at the moment actually." She said. Brian watched has Kaitlyn's eyes scurried around the room, then locked on him. Brian nodded and looked at his drink and stirred it with his finger. "Well....I uh, hope it's not a bad thing that I'm single." She asked.   Brian broke his 'stone-wall' face and smiled. "No. Not at all. Maybe after our holodeck time tomorrow we should plan time for dinner."   (reply Mackenzie)   "Ok....I think we could give it a try.  I mean, I'm up for the challenge if you are," she said. Brian smiled and nodded.   "Yup. I'm up for it." Brian said. ~You know, this station won't be so bad after all.....~   (reply Mackenzie)   "You know, I should tell you. My Klingon program, simulates the planet of Kronos. Its in the middle of a dense foggy forest at is at about 90 degrees. We'll only be equipped with bat'leths and mek'leths. We'll be hunting the Bag'Nak, a four footed beast with four-inch claws and even longer teeth. Very deadly." Brian said. ~This is where is gets weird.~ "Usually, Klingons do it in the nude, but I usually wear standard Starfleet Undergarments." Brian said, then waited for her reaction to his explanation.   (reply Mackenzie) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1918)   The current tension between the both of them was worse than it had been before....and they were just talking!  Moving things along a bit, Kaitlyn said, "Well....I uh, hope it's not a bad thing that I'm single."   Apparently making Brian happy, he replied, "No. Not at all. Maybe after our holodeck time tomorrow we should plan time for dinner."   Kaitlyn smiled.  "I'd like that."  It had been awhile since she'd had dinner with anyone.  Well...anyone that was in close companionship range anyhow.   They both smiled at each other before he finally decided to let her in on a little more about the holodeck program he wanted to run with her.   "You know, I should tell you. My Klingon program, simulates the planet of Kronos. Its in the middle of a dense foggy forest at is at about 90 degrees. We'll only be equipped with bat'leths and mek'leths. We'll be hunting the Bag'Nak, a four footed beast with four-inch claws and even longer teeth. Very deadly."   Laughing, Kaitlyn said, "It should prove interesting....a counselor and a doctor fighting the evils of the Klingon home world," she hoped to lighten things up a bit, and apparently it was working.   "Usually, Klingons do it in the nude, but I usually wear standard Starfleet Undergarments."   ~In the nude...ok.  Nude!!  What?!  Our practically first date and we'll be in a ninety degree weather environment in the nude?!  Ok, look on the bright side of things....he could be cute next to nude.~   Her smile faded into a half smile as she raised her eyebrow quizzically.  "Starfleet issue undergarments, eh?"   <>   ~I'm not so sure here.....I don't even think Starfleet knows I don't wear their issue undergarments.  I mean, c'mon.....issue bra and underwear...who's gonna see em?  Apparently he is....don't think about that!  Ok.....think of something else....~   She didn't exactly let out the secret, but said, "Well, I guess I'll have to replicate me some uh...more specific...attire for tomorrow's program."   <>   She hoped she wasn't coming off as "being easy" so some are called.  After all, it was just a holodeck program, some fun.  Fun was allowed.  It wasn't like she would baring it all for no reason....it was standard attire for the program.  And she wouldn't be baring it all.  A little skin showing never hurt anyone.   "I haven't been in a fighting program in years...well, if you don't count actual missions that is," she said.   <>   She was instantly reminded of the mission when she was under command of Captain Rofellian.  He was a good man.  Half the crew went on a mission where they were in another world and had doubles of themselves that acted the opposite of who they really were.  Needless to say most of their doubles had no inhibitions whatsoever.....or brains for that matter.  They all acted like the people on the ancient Earth show called, "Baywatch."  Talk about fighting to regain control of the starbase when no one knew who the real you was.   "I think my fighting skills should prove rather interesting," she said as she sipped on her drink.  "But obviously, I'm no Klingon, so it'll take me a bit getting used to handling bat'leths.  How often do you run this program?"   <>     "Wow...so you really know your stuff.  Captain Arianna has Klingon in her you know.  I think it's nice that you embrace other culture's ideals easily."   <>   After his reply, it was then that she noticed the big white dragon leaning against Arianna as she was obviously trying to steady him.   "This should prove for interesting talk about the starbase tomorrow," she said as she giggled.   (Reply: Rogers, any) (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva- Ballroom-  Admiral Gr'iann-  1918)   Gr'iann adjusted his costume slightly as he approached the door to the ballroom.  He found a hair on his shoulder and carefully picked it off with his claws.  Brushing himself down he stopped to see how he looked in the reflection off of a computer panel.    A costume ball was not necessarily his idea of a great time, but it had been a long time since he'd been out and about, and he was understanding that this was a recurring theme.  He had decided that his costume should be simple, and he was supposed to wear a mask.  After some thought he had produced a black tunic and black pants, a long black cape, and a black, wide brimmed hat.  He had read and seen many accounts of the infamous Zorro.  The black mask that covered his face was most uncomfortable over his ears.  He had to cut holes in the mask and the hat to accommodate his anatomy, as well as a hole in the pants for his tail.  he wasn't sure if he looked more like Zorro, or the even more infamous Puss in Boots.   With a sigh he entered the party, which appeared to be in full swing.  he wandered around the room.  Very few of the personnel knew him, so he didn't really stop to speak with anyone, and no one stopped to talk to him.  Although he did meet with a lot of strange looks.  People who either weren't sure about his costume, or weren't sure about his species.  He shrugged it off as it was nothing new.  They just didn't know him yet."   Finally he spotted Captain Arianna.  She seemed to be enjoying a conversation with Lt Casely.  That was his quarry.  He began to make his way towards them when the most unusual sight befell him.  A small white dragon staggered up to them.  The noise of the crowd was distracting, but as he got closer he could recognized the slurred speech.  Of course, the last time he heard it, it was full of fear.   "Why is this happening," Engtemn sobbed, "I must have some viruth."   Casely grabbed one arm of the dragon and said, "Lets get you over here so you can sit down for a moment.  Ummm... maybe someone could talk to our dragon friend and find out what happened?"   Gr'iann stepped up.  "Perrhaps I could be of assistance?"   (reply Casely, Engtamn)   Gr'iann turned to Engtamn and pulled out his medical tricorder.  "He smiled over at a curious Casely.  "I neverr go anywherre without it."   It didn't take much of a scan to figure out what was wrong.  That, combined with the smell on the scientists breath.  Gr'iann couldn't help but chuckle.  He got up and left them for a moment.  He moved over to the punch bowl and scanned it aswell, then he returned.   "It appears," Gr'iann stated, "the good doctorr has been the victimm of the mmost classic of all prranks.  Sommeone has put alcohol in the punch bowl.  I believe the human phrase is "staked"?  Dr. Engtamn is drunk."   (reply Casely, Engtamn, anyone else there) (posted by Al Muir) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom - 2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 1919)   Paul continued to move the Dragon clad figure towards the side, in doing so, the head of the costume fell off revealing a rather ill looking Doctor Engtamn-Jensi. Finally, Paul saw the Admiral walk over to him.   "Perrhaps I could be of assistance?" said Gr'iann.   In amongst the sobbing of Engtamn, all Paul could manage was, "Yes Sir." Paul, for his part, was more intent on not letting the doctor fall flat on his face.   Gr'iann turned to Engtamn and pulled out his medical tricorder.  "He smiled over at a curious Casely.  "I neverr go anywherre without it."   Paul waited for Gr'iann to finish what he was doing. Finally, a slightly grinning doctor turned to him.   "It appearrs," Gr'iann stated, "the good doctorr has been the victimm of the mmost classic of all prranks.  Sommeone has put alcohol in the punch bowl.  I believe the human phrase is "staked"?  Dr. Engtamn is drunk."   Paul attempted to stifle a laugh as he looked at the Admiral. "Ummm... sir... I believe the expression is 'spiked'," he said winking. "How bad is he? Is he in any danger or should we just put him someplace to sleep it off?" asked Paul.   (posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1920)   Kaitlyn laughed and said, "It should prove interesting....a counselor and a doctor fighting the evils of the Klingon home world." Brian laughed too. He hadn't thought about it like that.   "Usually, Klingons do it in the nude, but I usually wear standard Starfleet Undergarments." Brian explained. He watched has Kaitlyn's smiled faded a little bit. Brian hoped that it wasn't too...weird, for their 'first date'.   "Starfleet issue undergarments, eh?" She asked.    "Yeah. The standard issue gray with Starfleet Symbol. I always was worried if I had to be called to an emergency or something, I didn't want to be running around naked." Brian said with a big smile. ~This has got to be the weirdest conversation ever. When I arrived a few hours ago, I never thought I'd be having a good time at this....party talking of things of a personal nature with a Lt. Cmdr.~   (reply Mackenzie)   Kaitlyn let out a small smile and said, "Well, I guess I'll have to replicate me some uh....more specific....attire for tomorrow's program."   Brian suddenly was taken aback. ~Does she mean she doesn't usually wear the underwear, or that she's going to show up in some non-standard stuff?~ Brian quickly thought up something to say.   "Wow. I uh....look forward to seeing it." Brian managed to stutter out. He realized that that was kind of forthcoming.   (reply Mackenzie)   "I haven't been in a fighting program in years...well, if you don't count actual missions that is," she said.   "Its more a strategy program than fighting program," Brian said. He was happier that the conversation was going off what they would be wearing (or lack there of) for tomorrow night. "Usually you have to move slowly and track the Bag'Nak. It has a strong sense of smell, so it will be able to smell us when we begin the simulation. However, we'll only be able to smell its stench when we're on top of it. Then we'll have to kill it. We'll have to listen for its 'paw steps' threw the grass." Brian said. He hoped he didn't come off like he was boring.   (reply Mackenzie)   "I think my fighting skills should prove rather interesting, but obviously, I'm no Klingon, so it'll take me a bit getting used to handling bat'leths.  How often do you run this program?" she asked.   "Well, I try to run it once a week. I was rusty with the bat'leth at first too, but I got used to it." Brian explained.   (reply Mackenzie)   "Wow...so you really know your stuff.  Captain Arianna has Klingon in her you know.  I think it's nice that you embrace other culture's ideals easily." she said   "Thanks. I started doing it when I served on the USS Hood my 3rd Year in the Academy. We had to escort a Klingon Ambassador to Starbase 13. He wanted a demonstration of the holodeck. Together we programmed up the hunting program. I've used it ever since. However, seeing a 70 year old Klingon ambassador chase after a giant animal, naked wasn't a....entertaining sight to see." Brian said. He wondered how she received his joke. ~Why does this conversation always seem to come back to me?~   (reply Mackenzie)   Kaithlyn looked past him once again and Brian turned to look. They saw the big white dragon leaning against the captain has she tried to stand him up straight.   "This should prove for interesting talk about the starbase tomorrow," she said as she giggled.   "Yes. I guess it will." Brian said. ~Oh boy, maybe I'll need to visit that person tomorrow.~ Brian turned back to Kaitlyn and said, "So, I bet you've had a lot of adventures on your way to the rank of Lt. Commander. Why don't you share some of them?" Brian asked. He was getting nervous since the conversation seemed to be revolving around him.   (reply Mackenzie, any) (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom-  Admiral Gr'iann-  1920)   Gr'iann scanned the scientist again and then put his hand on his chest.  The Grazerite had managed to pass out quietly.    "I'mm not too fammiliarr with the Grazerrite anatommy," Gr'iann confessed, "but best guess is that he will surrvive the experrience.  It would prrobably be best if we got himm to sickbay."   He had just got to the party, and now was having to leave.  Ah well, such was the plight of a doctor.   (reply Casely)   "Lt., you arre young and full of life.  This parrty is forr you.  Please, I'll take carre of thdoctorr.  You go back to the parrty.  I will rrejoin you if... when I can."   (posted by Al Muir) (Starbase Geneva-Ballroom-ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1921)   Kaitlyn had to admit...she never thought she'd fall for an ensign of all people.  But then again, just because someone was an ensign, that didn't mean that they weren't a good person.  Everyone had been an ensign at some time when they first started into Starfleet.  It almost compared to dating a freshman academy student when you were a fourth year.  Not only that, but the funniest thing was that she was a Lt. Cmdr.  ~Supposed to set a good example...~  Starfleet never cared much about what people did on their personal time, as long as it didn't interfere with their prime responsibilites and duties they were bound to serving.  And Kaitlyn and Brian were "off duty" , so it wasn't like they were fraternizing during duty hours.    Taking a deep breath, Kaitlyn tried to calm herself.  The conversation was quickly taking a turn into deadly territory as they started discussing what was usually worn to this particular holodeck program.  And as a general rule, Kaitlyn was the modest type and never displayed much emotion unless she was really interested in a person.  After all, she had been sitting in the ballroom for what felt like forever and having one of the best times she'd had in a long time.  ~I suppose I deserve some happiness right?~   Finally getting off the clothing part of the conversation, Brian continued to explain his program.   "Its more a strategy program than fighting program," Brian said.  "Usually you have to move slowly and track the Bag'Nak. It has a strong sense of smell, so it will be able to smell us when we begin the simulation. However, we'll only be able to smell its stench when we're on top of it. Then we'll have to kill it. We'll have to listen for its 'paw steps' threw the grass." Brian said.   "Ah, I see.  So it's more of a 'use your instincts' kind of program?"   <>   "I think my fighting skills should prove rather interesting, but obviously, I'm no Klingon, so it'll take me a bit getting used to handling bat'leths.  How often do you run this program?" she asked.   "Well, I try to run it once a week. I was rusty with the bat'leth at first too, but I got used to it." Brian explained.   Kaitlyn thought for a moment.  "Well, I guess it would never hurt to learn a new fighting skill.  Never know what may happen in the future."   <>   She hoped she didn't give him the wrong impression with that last statement.  She just meant battle wise....not necessarily relationship wise.   "Wow...so you really know your stuff.  Captain Arianna has Klingon in her you know.  I think it's nice that you embrace other culture's ideals easily." she said.   "Thanks. I started doing it when I served on the USS Hood my 3rd Year in the Academy. We had to escort a Klingon Ambassador to Starbase 13. He wanted a demonstration of the holodeck. Together we programmed up the hunting program. I've used it ever since. However, seeing a 70 year old Klingon ambassador chase after a giant animal, naked wasn't a....entertaining sight to see." Brian said.   Kaitlyn tried to cover her laugh by coughing as she pictured the 70 year old running through the area naked after a giant animal.  It was indeed a funny image, but still a custom nonetheless that was a serious one at that.   "So, I bet you've had a lot of adventures on your way to the rank of Lt. Commander. Why don't you share some of them?"   Clearing her throat, Kaitlyn said, "Well...I guess I have had some pretty strange things happen."  Thinking, she continued.  "I remember this one away mission.  We were on this planet....and our doubles were there.  It was strange.  They were our doubles, but they acted the opposite way we did.  It was really crazy because as you can imagine things got really hectic, not to mention paranoid, when we weren't sure if the other person was who they really were."  She hoped she was making sense.   <>   She then reflected back on the time when her and a couple of her comrades were captured and held in chambers to be tortured for information.  She recalled being the lucky one of the group even though she was taken.  Being a female had it's advantages at times...at that was a time when it kicked in.  She recalled finally getting back to Geneva and learning that she had a virus of some kind that made her body go through all of the physical and emotional states of being pregnant, only there was no baby.  Reflecting upon that made her sad for she actually felt as if she were supposed to have been a mother to something other than a host to a damned virus.   Thinking about that saddened her a bit and she frowned before she realized she had been thinking about that in front of company.   Coming back to reality once more, she decided not to tell him that one until they were closer...if they got closer.   "Most of my time was here on Geneva.  I was on the USS Paladin for less than six months before transferring back.  This place is where my home is for sure."   <>   "Oh ...and then there was the time we had a shape shifter on board.  He killed a lot of crewman trying to accomplish his goal.  Killed a crewman right in front of me in sickbay of all places."  She shook her head.  "Of coarse we had to develop a way to track him because of his ability.  It was crazy..."   <>   "But you know....the one species that's a popular that I've never actually came into contact with is the Borg.  Not that I'm asking for it or anything, I'm just stating," she said defensively.   <>   "So what about you....have you ever ran into them on your adventures?  What kind of space travel did your family do?"   (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1922)   "Well...I guess I have had some pretty strange things happen. I remember this one away mission.  We were on this planet....and our doubles were there.  It was strange.  They were our doubles, but they acted the opposite way we did.  It was really crazy because as you can imagine things got really hectic, not to mention paranoid, when we weren't sure if the other person was who they really were."   Brian nodded. He began to imagine the craziness of two crews running around, then suddenly, Kaitlyn's face became very sad. Brian wanted to ask her what was wrong, use his counselor skills, but he thought that this setting wouldn't be the best for some 'sofa time'.   "Most of my time was here on Geneva.  I was on the USS Paladin for less than six months before transferring back.  This place is where my home is for sure."   "I never really had a home, I guess. I lived on the Moon since I was 16. My parents changed were in two different ships. From then to the time I went to the Academy." Rogers said.   (reply Mackenzie)   "Oh ...and then there was the time we had a shape shifter on board.  He killed a lot of crewman trying to accomplish his goal.  Killed a crewman right in front of me in sickbay of all places. Of coarse we had to develop a way to track him because of his ability.  It was crazy..."   "Wow. That does sound crazy." Brian said.   "But you know....the one species that's a popular that I've never actually came into contact with is the Borg.  Not that I'm asking for it or anything, I'm just stating," she said.   "I know what you mean. I wanted to see them...." Brian said.   (reply Mackenzie)   "So what about you....have you ever ran into them on your adventures?  What kind of space travel did your family do?"   Brian looked at the ceiling and thought hard. "Well, not a lot. On my parent's ship, we didn't do much. When I served on the USS Hood, we were a diplomatic ship. We were always running to the Klingon Home world, Neutral Zone for Romulan Meetings, a few runnings to the Tholians. A few times the Romulans or the Tholians would get....upset at us and start firing. Luckily, the Hood was well armed, or at least enough to hold off a Romulan Warbird." Brian said.   (reply Mackenzie)   Brian was becoming hungry, but didn't say anything. He just waited for Kaitlyn to say something.   (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva- Ballroom-  2O/TAC/SC - Lieutenant {JG} Paul Casely - 1923)   "I'mm not too fammiliarr with the Grazerrite anatommy," Gr'iann confessed, "but best guess is that he will surrvive the experrience.  It would prrobably be best if we got himm to sickbay."   "That's a shame... we shouldn't have to leave for too long though sir. I'll just give you hand and we can be right back I'm sure," stated Paul with concern in his eyes.   "Lt., you arre young and full of life.  This parrty is forr you.  Please, I'll take carre of thdoctorr.  You go back to the parrty.  I will rrejoin you if... when I can."   "Sir, if its all the same to you, I'd rather help out. I'm not much for parties anyway. Besides, the safety of the crew is one of my primary concerns," stated Paul glancing at the Caitain.   (posted by Jeff Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, ACMO Lt. Cmdr. Kaitlyn Mackenzie-1923)   "So what about you....have you ever ran into them on your adventures?  What kind of space travel did your family do?"  After having talked about her own adventures she was interested in hearing about his.   "Well, not a lot. On my parent's ship, we didn't do much. When I served on the USS Hood, we were a diplomatic ship. We were always running to the Klingon Home world, Neutral Zone for Romulan Meetings, a few runnings to the Tholians. A few times the Romulans or the Tholians would get....upset at us and start firing. Luckily, the Hood was well armed, or at least enough to hold off a Romulan Warbird." Brian said.   With them talking for what seemed like awhile, Kaitlyn realized she hadn't eaten since she'd boarded Geneva earlier that day.   "Um..would you like to grab something to eat while we're here?  I haven't eaten since I arrived."  Hoping not to sound too blunt, she awaited his response.   <>   "Yeah, that sounds great."  Making their way to a table and getting away from the bar, they both took a seat across from each other.  It was obvious from the table selection that they both preferred not to be 'alone' but didn't prefer to be in an area where everyone was either.  Taking a seat, Kaitlyn decided it was time for the mask to come off.  She knew it was a masquerade ball, but she was getting hot.  ~Not only that, but how am I supposed to eat with this thing on?~   Taking her mask off, she wiped under her eyes a bit, hoping she hadn't smudged much of her makeup.  Then it hit her.  ~He hasn't even seen what I look like yet!~  All this time she had been sitting there with her mask on and he hadn't even seen her real face yet.  ~Great....judgement day coming, I can feel it.~  Her hair was a bit tousled from having taken the mask off too.  She tried to keep a neutral face as she realized the horror that she had made date with someone she saw, but that he had actually made a date with the costume she portrayed.  ~I hope this doesn't blow up in my face.....for some reason things usually tend to.~   Seeing Brian's reaction, she decided that she was going to be in the clear for now.   "Not what you expected?"  She must have shaken him from his thoughts as he snapped back to reality.   <>   Smiling, Kaitlyn said, "That's ok.  I was wondering what you'd think."   <>   About that time the waiter came to their table and took their orders.  This time she nodded for Brian to order first.   (Posted by: Stacey) (Starbase Geneva, Ballroom, COUNS Ensign (JG) Brian Rogers, 1924)   "Um..would you like to grab something to eat while we're here?  I haven't eaten since I arrived." Kaitlyn asked Brian. Brian nodded.   "I think we can get some food over at those tables." Brian nodded   "Yeah, that sounds great." They got up and walked over to a table and sat across from one another. She reached over and took of her mask. She was very pretty. Brian was taken aback, but then realized it must of come across has horror.   "Not what you expected?" she asked. Brian felt bad. His response must of made her feel bad.   "No, no, no. Not at any means. Better than an I expected." Brian said smiling. That was the truth too. If she believed it or not, would be another matter.   (reply Mackenzie)   She smiled and said "That's ok. I was wondering what you'd think." Brian felt better. He didn't want her to feel bad. Then the waiter arrived. Brian ordered first.   "I'll have the Angel Hair Pasta." Brian said, and turned to Kaitlyn.   (reply Mackenzie)   The waiter nodded and left. It was getting very warm and Brian removed his uniform over shirt revealing the cyan undershirt that told everybody he belonged to the Science/Medical branch. Brian rolled up his shirt sleeves and waited. They sat their in silence for a few minutes and Brian figured that they had used up all the conversation starters. Brian thought up a question quickly.   "So, what’s your opinion on our crewmates so far?" Brian asked.   (Posted by Kevin Schram) (Starbase Geneva- Ballroom- Admiral Gr'iann, Ensign Engtamn-Jensi and Lieutenant Paul Casely - 1925) Gr'iann smiled at the 2O. He wasn't sure if the man was just trying to be polite, or really just wanted to leave. However, etiquette did not allow him to argue with an offer of aid. "Thank you Lt, yourr help would be mmuch apprreciated." Paul nodded and looked at the Admiral. "What do you want me to do? Is there any special way we have to carry him?" asked Casely deferring to the Admiral's expertise. Gr'iann shrugged his shoulders, and began to lift the Grazerite from under his arm. "No, I believe that carrying him in the least conspicuous mmannerr would be best. Take his otherr arrmm. And walk slowly please, I'mm not as young as I once was." Paul stifled a chuckle as he was sure the Caitian could easily tear him in two. "No problem, sir," stated Paul. He tucked one of the Grazerite's arms over his shoulder and helped to haul him to his feet. They would surely be an odd trio, Caitian Admiral, Grazerite Ensign and Human Lieutenant walking through the promenade. (Posted by Al Muir and Jeffrey Bergeron) (Starbase Geneva- Sickbay- Admiral Gr'iann, Ensign Engtamn-Jensi and Lieutenant Paul Casely - 1930) By the time they made it to sickbay, both Gr'iann and Casely were both breathing hard. It wasn't so much that the Grazerite was that heavy, but with that costume on, he did take a bit of handling. And while they were waiting for the turbolift, the Engtamn began to stir, and mumble a strange sounding song. "That table overr therre," Gr'iann indicated with his head. "Yes Sir," said Paul as he helped Gr'iann move the now stirring Grazerite to a biobed. He shook his head feeling slightly sorry for Engtamn-Jensi. The good doctor would definitely be embarrassed. Suddenly, as if on cue, Engtamn began to sing a little song, "Four stomachs... you have four stomachs... all the better to eat the grains... " Paul grinned a bit and looked at the Caitain, "I'll bet his four stomachs will be feeling a bit sour in the morning." And then, as if on cue, he began to empty the contents of, at least, one of his stomachs on the floor at the side of the bed. The smell caught the Caitian's keen sense of smell, and caused his eyes to tear up. "Oh my," Gr'iann stated. "We'll need to get that cleaned up, soon." Paul sighed as the stench hit him. "Well, apparently having four stomachs just means you can make it smell even fouler," said Paul as they lowered him down on the bed, "Where do you keep the cleaning agents?" Gr'iann looked up with a twinkle in his eyes. "If you prrommise not to say anything to the captain, I'll show you a little "unauthorrized" trrick." He moved over to the medical transporter. With a few touches to the controls he moved his paw up the controls. With a shimmer, the foul smelling, ex-contents, of Engtamn away. He winked at Casely. "Don't tell everryone that's how I clean mmy sickbay." At this point Paul couldn't help by laugh out loud. The ridiculousness of the evening had finally gotten to him and he couldn't help reacting. In between guffaws he managed to say, "Sir... your... secret is safe with me." After that he stepped away from the table. "So, now that you'rre away frromm the parrty, what arre yourr plans, young mman." "Honestly Sir, no idea. Maybe a quiet drink somewhere... I might go back and check in at some point... who knows. I find those sorts of things to be either strange social events where no one says what they feel or an odd meat market where everyone is trying to pair up because they can't stand to be alone," stated Paul. Gr'iann nodded.  He really wasn't much of a party Caitian, but he had hoped to see Dr. Mackenzie, and perhaps even dance with her.  But perhaps another time.  "I suppose I should go back to the parrty.  After all, I was only there for about 2 mminutes," He said, "although a prrivate drrink mmight mmake the event mmore bearrable.  Orr would you rratherr be alone?" "You're welcome to join me sir. The company would be pleasant. I haven't had much time to socialize one on one with people since I came here, there is a lot to get used to after the Nimitz. There's so much room here," said Paul. "Indeed therre is," Gr'iann said gleefully putting a paw on his shoulder.  "A station is verry differrent than a ship.  So mmuch mmore can happen on a ship." As the door to sickbay closed behind them the nurse giggled as they heard the Fleet Admiral of Medical say, "Have you hearrd about the timme DSG 1 had been afflicted by a plague?  Let's see, wherre's a good place to find a drrink?" (reply none) (posted by Al Muir and Jeffrey Bergeron) [END COMPILE]