Trichon

Trichon took the Padd with the encrypted data to his office. He quickly downloaded the contents into hi spersonal console and with a few simple keystrokes brought up the data files encryption on his screen. "Standard Level 3 Starfleet encryption huh? Should be easy enough. Compuer run decryption program Light-Alpha3." The computer sat for a moment and then chirped in "Program running. Estimated time to completion 15 minutes." Trichon leaned back in his chair and took this rare oppurtunity to catch his breath. He had been at a non-stop pace since taking over the chief of engineering posistion. He glanced up at the desk to sift through the various PADDs scattered across his desk and knocked over a framed picture. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a picture taken shortly after he came aboard the Arcadia, of the whole engineering staff. Thomas was there looking all serious like he always did, next to the chief was Hans grinning as usual, and then there was Merri. She had joined the crew not too long after he had. Merri had been so quiet and shy when she first joined them he barely even knew she was there, until the Arcady Prime away mission that was. During that mission he had accidently injured Merri while he was under the control of the Arcady queen. They had been required to make a visit afterwords to see the monks at P'Jem, it was during that time that Trichon had gotten to know Merri and they had become close friends since that time. It wasnt until recently that he realized how close they had truly become. Even now he missed her. He hated the fact that they had to keep there relationship a secret. The fact of the matter was that they had to. Dating a subordinate under your immediate command is frowned upon for reasons that were obvious. It didnt mean that he had to like it but the truth was it had to be done. The suprising thing about there realationship was how easy it was becoming to "feel" Merris presence. He had always known the El-Aurianswere supposed to be latent telepaths but it was easier with Merri. Even now he could sense her, and showhow he knew she coudl sense him too. He reached out with his mind and brushed across her mind. Even the slightest touch was intoxicating to him. "Decryption complete." the computer startled him back to the real world. "Display file contents." He began looking over the files. Nothing was really out of the ordinary. Crew logs, flight recorder data, ship log, and the investigators results of the loss of the Arcadia D. It was all standard reports for when a ship was lost. What was so important about this that the captain risked them getting caught hacking into Starfleet files for? He stared at the screen. Something just didnt add up. There was something missing from the puzzle but the question was what. "Computer I need you to compile a report." "Parameters?" "Compare the decrypted files to the orginal reports in the datablase concerning the loss of the Arcadia-D. Look for any key words, names mentioned multiples times, and places. Also note any differences between the two. Also send the complete comparsion to the offical investigation report and the one in the new decrypted files. Compile and send to my personal file LightEcho5." ""Working..... Estimated time to completion 4 hours." Four hours was perfect. Trichon had a meeting with the senior engineers for weekly status reports and then he had a meeting with Merri that she had scheduled for them. He sent a quick message to Merri letting her know he might be a few minutes lat. He stood up and left the computer running. In four hours he might have his answers.

A joint log from Warped To The Core Productions... =/\= It was 0826, ship's time, and Merri had just finished her shift. Graveyard wasn't usually as busy as the other shifts, and as it happened Merri was the most senior engineering officer on her shift these days. She supposed that was good experience, getting her ready to someday be promoted and supervise a crew on Beta shift. And it was handy because Trichon, as Chief Engineer, would almost always be working Alpha shift. Merri hadn't spoken to him since just before his promotion, since she'd been moved to the Gamma shift under one of the last orders from the previous Chief. And she knew senior officers weren't supposed to see their juniors socially. What bothered her was that she couldn't let go of her feelings, and at times it was almost as if Trichon was with her, in her mind and emotions almost as if he were standing beside her. She kind of felt that way now, as she waited at the lounge replicator for her dinner. Trichon walked into the lounge a little earlier than normal this morning. He still had a ton of things to do before he could head down planetside and relax, but before he could work he needed his coffee and eggs. The machine beeped, and Merri took her tray of burrito, rice, beans, and a cherry soda. She turned to the nearest unoccupied table and occupied it, focused entirely on her food. Adjusting to a new work schedule was rougher than she had thought it would be. Trichon still stared down at his "to do" list for the day and bumped square into Merri. Bumped in the process of sitting down, Merri looked up. "Oh. Hi, Tr-- er, Chief." She turned bright red, embarrassed, and glanced around quickly to see if they were being observed. Trichon just stared for a minute, "Sorry, it's going to be a while before I get used to the chief thing." He grinned, "So what's someone like you doing in a place like this when there's a beautiful pleasure planet below us?" The only thing Merri could think (other than how she could drown in his eyes if she let herself) was that he must not have looked over his duty rosters lately. She could forgive him for that, since he had a lot to do and as long as the work got done it really didn't matter who was doing it. "I've only got one shift worth of leave coming," she said softly. "I'm your Gamma shift team lead, so I guess I can't be spared for more." "Gamma shift?" he quickly flipped through the roster and saw that Merri had indeed been assigned to Gamma shift by Jaruq before he had left. "Well, I'll be. I'll tell you what, I'll find someone to cover for you if you would like to escape from all this with me. There's a beach down there with our names on it, and I look good in a bathing suit." Merri's heart pounded, but her brain wanted to shy away. The news of Trichon's promotion had come to her via the grapevine -- with advice about the regulations concerning fraternization between junior and senior officers. "I-- I don't know," she stammered, looking away miserably because she really DID want to go with him. Trichon saw Merri shy away for a moment. "Don't worry, I can get Stevenson to cover for you." And then it dawned on him. He was the chief of engineering now, and people usually frown on senior officers dating the crew members under them. She couldn't help sensing the change in his emotions as he realized why she was reticent. She smiled shyly at him, loving him for being himself. "We should talk," she murmured. "Care to join me?" she asked, with a nod at her tray sitting on the table. "It's dinner for me, but I know it's probably breakfast for you." "Yeah, let me go grab some coffee." Trich walked over to the replicator and made himself a cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs and walked back over to where Merri was and sat down. "I know what you're going to say..." "Oh?" Merri raised a brow. "What am I going to say?" "Other than the fact that I am utterly irresistible," he paused, "You're probably going to say now that I am the chief..." he trailed off as he let out a long sigh, "We shouldn't see each other the way we were hoping." Merri smiled into her burrito. "Well, you are and we shouldn't," she said, stifling a chuckle. "Unless I changed departments..." she added as the idea occurred to her. He pondered the idea for a moment and then quickly dismissed it, "As much as I would like that, I need you here. You're a valuable asset to the team here and I would hate to see you throw that away over... us." It made sense, but at the same time Merri didn't think she could throw away the "us" part just because of work related issues either. She took a sip of her soda and just looked thoughtfully at him for a few minutes. Trich just stared into those wonderfully gorgeous eyes of hers, "What ever are you thinking?" "That I don't want to give up on whatever might happen between us," Merri responded honestly, green eyes glinting with affection. "But I don't want either of us to get in trouble over it, either. So I'm open to suggestions." "Is it possible to keep it a secret?" "Is that wise?" Merri toyed with her beans and rice with her fork. "Would we be in even more trouble if we snuck around and someone found out? Maybe if I stay on Gamma shift and we do see each other when we can find time, it wouldn't be so bad as if you put me back on Alpha and I was under your direct supervision?" Of course, if she stayed on Gamma shift, their time together would necessarily be limited. Maybe that was what Jaruq had had in mind when he scheduled her, maybe it was really a gift to them instead of the difficulty it seemed. He scratched his head. "All I know is that I don't want this to be the end. I refuse to accept that." She gazed into his eyes. She couldn't bring herself to say it aloud, but somehow it was easier to say telepathically. ~~It's not the end, Trichon. I love you.~~ ~~I love you too, Merri. It's taken me a while to realize it, but it's true.~~ Merri wanted to lean across the table and kiss him, but she couldn't, not in a public lounge. She compromised by bestowing an empathic caress on him. "You mentioned a beach?" she murmured quietly. "I do have my next shift off... so I've got a day and a half before I have to be back at work." "Well, I do have to spend time with my engineering team. I did promise Koshic I would meet him on Risa later. He mentioned something about a promotion party." She sighed, thinking maybe it just wasn't going to work out after all. "I have to get some sleep anyway," she said, her disappointment showing in her voice. "You can comm me if you have time..." He quickly turned to her, ~~You know I'll always make time for you.~~ ~~Do you have time to walk me to my quarters?~~ she dared to ask. He smiled, "Of course." Putting her tray in the recycler, Merri smiled at Trichon. She wanted very much to take his hand, but wasn't sure if she ought to under the circumstances. He walked behind her acting professional, when all he really wanted to do was take her in his arms and hold her tight, "Ready whenever you are." She touched his hand briefly with just the tips of her fingers. The contact made her shiver and want more, but she made an effort to restrain herself. Together they walked to the lift and rode to junior officers' quarters. "I've been thinking about asking to change quarters," Merri commented in the turbolift. "Most everyone on my deck is on a day shift, and I know there are open quarters down in night shift territory." "Any reason in particular?" "Oh, just because I always feel like I have to tiptoe through when the corridor lights are dimmed, and a lot of times I hear people being rowdy past my door when I'm trying to sleep," said Merri. "If I'm staying on nights, I should probably live down where the dimmers are reversed, you know?" "I can understand that, but are there any other motives that go along with that as well?" There hadn't been, but now that Merri thought about it, she could think of one. "Well... you could visit my quarters and no one who cares would find out," she said slowly. "You know I think I might have to put the paperwork through on a new quarters for you." He gave a sly grin. ~~No ulterior motives there at all.~~ "Maybe I'd better do it through the quartermaster so no one will have reason to suspect anything," she countered. The lift door opened and they exited. Her door was only a few meters along the corridor, and it opened automatically when she paused in front of it; she had programmed it to read her commbadge, but only when she stopped for several seconds. He watched the door open. "Well, that's pretty resourceful. I guess I'll let you get some sleep..." Merri shook her head and took his hand, drawing him into her quarters so the door shut behind him. "I... first... I mean..." she stammered. It was so unlike her to be at a loss for words. Her eyes met his again, and she put her arms around him and hung on tight, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest. She just needed to touch him, to feel contact with him, and couldn't do that in public. Once the door swooshed closed, Trichon leaned in and gave her a tender kiss, and embraced her tightly. "You're the best secret I've ever had." Her head spinning, Merri managed to smile at him. It was something she couldn't confess aloud. ~~No one else ever kissed me before,~~ she admitted silently. ~~I'm glad to be the first. Hopefully it will be the first kiss of many.~~ He embraced her and gave her another kiss that promised much more. =/\=

"Why are they not doing anything over there." Chris said as he leaned closer to the viewscreen. The phaser shot had been very obvious and had zinged right by there pylons and it hadnt provoked a response from Camelot station yet. Was the drill over? Or was the Captain just seeing who was going to blink first? "Okay so phasers didnt get there attention huh?" "Sir should we open up a hailing frequency to the station?" "Yes open up a channel." "Channel open sir." "Excalibur to Camelot station. I hope that we have proven ourselves over here that we are capable of handling ourselves during a battle situation. Please respond." There was nothing for a few moments. It was time to really get there attention. Chris walked up to the helm and looked at the ensign at the console. "On my command I want you to set a course for the station. I want you to do a fly by and buzz her just a little bit. That should get there attention."

^ One crazy flea bitten Monkey

After the initial shock of the attack on the Excalibur wore off Chris took stock of what was going on around him. Through some fluke he had been put in a command situation and this was one chance he was not going to let slip through his fingers. He turned around and faced the ensign at the tactical station. "Ensign I want you to target a low yield phaser shot right off the docking pylon. Lets show them that we are awake over here." "But sir, you want me to fire on the station?" "Thats right ensign I want you to return there warning shot. It's obvious the Captain is testing us and our battle readiness and I for one do not intend to let him down." Chris sat down in the command chair and looked out on the viewscreen. "Helm I want you to be ready for evasive manevuers as soon as we fire. I think things are just about to get interesting."

A torpedo rocked excalibur. "What the hell?" A young ensign standing at the tactical station behind Chris shouted. "Sir, the station has just fired a shot off our port bow." "Crap," Chris thought. They were no where near ready for this. All the senior officers over on the Camelot station leaving the Excalibur with mostly junior officers. Chris looked around the bridge at mostly fresh faced ensigns. It was up to him to take command of the situation and run with the ball, "Ensign bring up red alert and raise shields." Chris started giving out orders quicker than his brain could register. Was he ready for this? It looked like he had been given an incredible oppoutunity and he decided to make the best of it. "Okay everyone lets show them what we could do."

I dont have one and have no desire to ever have one. And the really funny thing is I work for a cell phone company now and I wouldnt have one even though I would get a discount. Ironic huh?

Findings from Borg Processor Experiments. To: LtCmdr Jaruq CC: Captain Moose, Engineering Staff From: Lt Light. After extensive testing of the Borg Processors in conjunction with our own technology I have concluded that the processors are safe to a degree. Most of the tests were conducted on a Type 9 shuttle craft. After installing the borg processor into the main computer the processor itself seemed to adapt to our technology. The common thought was that a borg part would take over the systems and adapt them to borg. The actual process is much the opposite. The processors cut off from the collective thought adapts to the first system that it is attached to. The first and foremost benefit of these processors is there ability to control the nano-bots the Borg use to repair there vessels so quickly. Using this theory as a basis the replicator aboard the shuttle was used in a contained area to replicate three hundred standard medical nanobots. The replicator being tied into the borg processor thus allowed the replicated nano-bots to receive commands from the processor. A phaser was used to damage a area on the starboard nacelle which was also under containment. The nano-bots repaired the damage but in the process the strength and weight of the material that was repaired was different from the original. It was obvious that the nano-bots were acting under Borg repair parameters. Also it should be noted that the nano-bots doubled in number in the small amount of time they were active. The nano-bots were all destroyed using a simple self destruct protocol. The experiment was tried again only this time the processor was uploaded with standard Starfleet repair protocol. The results this time were much better. The nacelle was repaired to exact standards. However the problem of the nano-bots replicating themselves continues to be a problem. It is my opinion that until further testing can be done with the nano-bots in conjunction with the borg processors can be done that we should not try this method of repair on the Arcadia. The sheer size and the number of nano-bots could become a problem rather quickly, and should the nano-bots ever overcome and adapt to the self destruct protocol they would replicate uncontrollably. The best application for this new technology would best be utilized with the smaller vehicles. Lt Trichon Light Head of Auxiliary Craft

Sloane paced in the back room of the small abandoned warehouse that he had found to set up this little meeting. The door swing open and a short balding man walked in. "How many did you get Smithers?" "It was difficult sir..." the man stuttered a bit, "I only found eight people who agreed to come back with me..." Sloane backhanded the man and he fell to the floor. "Eight!!! You only found 8. Pathetic, but 8 is a start. These eight could find more to join us. In such ways are revolutions born." Sloane helped Smithers back to his feet and patted him on the shoulder. "Eight is a good beginning." Sloane walked out into the room and looked around at the group of people there. They were a ragtag group nothing special except for one who caught his eye. A young man in a uniform bearing a patch with the NX project logo on it. The first thing Sloane thought was that he might be a spy, but there was something in his eyes that told Sloane otherwise. Sloane walked in front of the crowd. "Thank you all for coming today. Let's not dance around the topic. We all know why awe are here today and that is the mockery that Starfleet has made of Earth." Sloane continued to walk around the crowd, "I know you see what I see. Just think if we keep doing what were doing Earth will wind up being the police force of the universe. Think of all the problems that have been caused all ready from us leaving our solar system. The Klingons, the Andorians,...." Sloane paused for a moment, "the Xindi." Murmurs broke out among the small crowd. Sloane hated the Xindi as much as anyone else, but he knew that he could use that hatred as a tool to bend these people. "If Enterprise had never left Earth and been trekking through the stars the Xindi would never have heard of Earth. The Xindi are not the ones to blame though. NO the true blame lies with Starfleet." Sloane grinned to himself. "We must teach them a lesson. Starfleet must remember what makes us Human. Earth must be put before anything else, or what do we have? Nothing thats what we have. I would like you to join me and make Starfleet remember this. Who among you will join me?" The small crowd clapped and most nodded there head in agreement all save the man in the uniform. Sloane walked over to the young man and pulled him to the side. "You don't seem as excited as everyone else... What was your name again? I don't beileve I ever caught it." "Stephen sir." "Stephen its a pleasure to meet you. So what brought you here today if you don't mind me asking?" "Honestly I don't know. At the time it sounded like a good idea. I work for Starfleet and they have done alot for me." "Why then Stephen? Why did you decide to come here today to listen to me?" "I lost my family in the attack a year ago. My parents and my fiancee were waiting on me. We were supposed to be having a picnic. I was running late and before I could make it there the Xindi struck." "Think about it this way Stephen. Would the Xindi have ever bothered us if we had stayed here on Earth. If we keep going to the stars like this we will always be placing Earth in danger. If Enterprise had never left your family would still be here Stephen. Starfleet robbed you of them. Join me Stephen. Make them remember. Make them suffer like you've suffered." Sloane extended his hand. Stephen shook his hand and nodded his head in agreement. Sloane grinned and thought to himself Yes we shall make them suffer.

Trichon was still hard at work in the shuttle bay. Peyton had left several minutes ago and he thought while he was down here he might as well check for any structural damage within the shuttle bay itself. He sat back in a small chair and started filling out the report. He let out a large yawn. Sleep had still eluded him. With all that had been happening on board the Arcadia he was suprised anyone had gotten any sleep. The engineers most of all. Trichons eyes seemed to have a mind of there own now as they did not want to stay open for any length of time. Before long the PADD he was working on clattered to the floor as Trichon drifted into sleep. Trichons eyes opened and he looked around. He was sitting in a chair in the middle of room. All around him was darkness. He couldn't see very far. "Hello is anyone here?" "That would depend on who you ask." A female voice echoed from the darkness around him. He couldn't tell from what direction it was coming. Suddenly he heard something whistle through the dark and clatter to the ground in front of him. Trichon picked it up and looked at the object. When he realized what he was holding he went cold with fear and the object hit the ground in front of him. A Romulan dagger just like the one that was used on him glinted in the light. "Who are you?" he asked with a tremble in his voice. "Dont you know who I am? We had such an enjoyable time together. I cant believe you've forgotten me all ready." just then the female romulan guard t'Vixen stepped into the light. She had a evil grin on her face. It was that exact grin that had been ethced into Trichons memory. It was the grin that haunted him. t'Vixen reached down and picked up the dagger, "What you do na like the present I gave you. My dear Trichon, let me make sure you wont lose this gift." Suddenly she ran at him and plunged the dagger into his chest. When Trichon looked up at her it was no longer the face of his romulan tormentor, but that of Commander Dacotah. "Is that better Trichon?" "Why? Why are you doing this?" "Why? You ask me why. I'll tell you why, because you are weak. You couldn't save me. You couldn't even stand up to the romulans. You were going to tell them everything you knew. You are a weak and broken man. Arcadia has no more use for you. I have no more use for you. Ruca had no more use for you. Thats why she left. She couldn't stand the thought that the once proud Trichon was no more. Instead he had been replaced with a weak and pathetic excuse for a man." As she spoke she slid back into the darkness. "Now I leave you here to die." Trichon reached down and pulled the dagger from his stomach. He began to slip out of the chair and suddenly..... He slammed into the deck of the shuttle bay with a thud. He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts for a moment. It had all been a dream. Or a nightmare. Either way there was a truth to what was spoken in the dream. He had broken on the Talon. He couldn't help the people he cared about then, what made him think he could help them in the future. Trichon sat on the cold floor of the shuttle bay and pulled his knees to his chest. He sat and stared at the scars on both his hands and knew that truly in his heart he was a broken man...

The glass narrowly missed the monitor and smashed into the wall beside. "Blasted Starfleet, who do they think they are making new ships. We dont need more ships." Sloane sat behind his desk and fumed. He had been against the building of Enterprise and now he was not warming up to the idea of another warp ship out there Trekking through the stars. Sloanes biggest problem was not the fact that Earth was finnaly going to the stars. No his problem was the Vulcans, Andorians, and god knows what other aliens that were out there. Sloan didnt trust a single one of them. How did we know that the aliens didnt want us to leave earth weak and unprotected by leading us to the stars? And then when the time was right they would attack us at our most vunerable moment. He also felt that by focusing all there resoursces on constructing new warp ships that Starfleet was putting its priorites in other places besides Earth. He couldnt get over this feeling that Humans seemed to be dogs begging for tablescraps from the Vulcan's or who ever else just happened to have the answers. Sloane would not stand by and watch Starfleet destroy everything that Earth had ever stood for by letting us be led around by other species. Starfleet needed to learn a lesson. Sloane would make them remember but how to do that....

Trichon looked around the main engineering noting how empty it was. The away teams would be gone for a while yet getting parts from the borg cube. This would proabaly be the best time for him to escape even for a few moments to finally get some sleep. He found a ensign and instructed him to wake him when Hans returned with the parts. Trichon turned and headed for his quarters for the first time since he had come back for the Talon. He entered the quarters and brought up the lights. It looked like he had been one of the lucky ones his quarters were still mostly intact. He walked over to the chair by the desk and collapesed into it. A long sigh escaped his lips. Between Romulans, the Borg, and kissing Garnoopy this had been one heck of a month. Trichon looked down at the scars on his hands and sighed again. He still had not had anytime to work through everything that had happened on the Talon. From his torture to the commander stabbing him it was still gnawing at him. His eyes feel upon something on his desk that he didnt remember leaving there. A envelope with his name on it sat on the desk. Trichon picked it up and opened it. Inside was a letter from Ruca... "Dear Trichon-- I hope that this letter finds you eventually. I could not bare to come and talk to you face to face, it would have hurt us both too much. I know it would have. And it pains me to have to do this ..but I have left the ship. Left Starfleet. At least for now. My resignations have already been put through and I am off to do something I have to do. Find my family. I have realized, through everything that has happened, I need to know who and where they are .. and if they are okay. You, of all people, should realize the importance of this. You know I love you dearly, Trichon .. and if this could be done in any other way .. it would be. But I am no good to you like that. Without them, I am an unfinished puzzle and you need someone who is complete to be able to give you what you need. I cannot do that, and it would be unfair. I only hope that you can forgive me for it. And that you'll wish me luck on this journey, as I wish you luck in yours. Please know that I keep you in my heart and in my mind and I hope you will do the same for me. I promise to be in touch when the time is right .. take care of yourself and everyone else on the Arcadia. With all my love, Ruca" Trichon finished reading the letter and a small tear slid down his cheek. She had gone. With all the confusion that had been going on he had never even noticed that she had been missing. He remembered the last time he had saw her was right before he had gone on the ill fated away mission to the alien vessel before being captured by the romulans. -------- Trichon darted into 10 forward and looked around for Ruca. Ruca sipped her iced tea gently, her eyes focused on the stars outiside of the viewport. Trichon snuck up behind her and covered her eyes. "Guess who." She flinched a bit at being surprised, but smiled immediately as she recognized the distinct cologne he wore, "Could it be .. the Toot Fairy?" Ruca had meant to say 'Tooth Fairy', but always got those Earth myths mixed up somehow. "Could be... But you might want to guess again." "Well, if that isn't it .. it must be my favorite engineer." He took his hands away from her eyes and grinned, "I dont see Hans anywhere." Ruca grinned up at him, "True, but I suppose you will do for the moment." Trichon slid into the seat next to her and gave her a quickkiss on the check, "So what have you been up too?" She closed her eyes briefly at the kiss and then smiled at him, "Just taking a much needed break from Sickbay. Looking at the stars. They are still as magical to me as they were when I was a young girl." "You just seemed kind of distant there for a second. Everything okay?" She nodded, looking at him, "Just thinking about my family.. out there. Wondering if they are okay, .. alive even. Or even thinking of me." Ruca leaned against him since he was next to her; she enjoyed the comfort of his presence. He took her hand in his and looked in her eyes, "There out there somewhere and I bet there doing fine." He always knew what to say to her to make her feel better for the moment, "I appreciate your confidence in that. I am sure you are right, but I cannot help but wonder. Or long for some sort of certain truth." Trichon couldnt help but feel something was wrong with Ruca, "You sure your okay?" She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, "I am fine.. and you know why?" "Why's that?" Ruca kissed his nose, "I have you.." Trichon blushed, "Ah, the reaction I was hoping for.. you are never a dissapointment." Trichon smiled. "I aim to please milady." "And you always do..and always will." She smiled back at him and turned to him to embrace him tightly, more tightly than ever before it seemed. ------ Trichon laid back in his chair and squeezed his eyes shut. Ruca was gone and there was nothing he could do about it now. He should have known back then there was something wrong but he was too blind to see it. He folded the letter up and placed it back on the desk. His eye caught something else on the desk that didnt belong there. He picked up the small model shuttle that he had given Ruca for christmas. "Goodbye Ruca, and godspeed."

A eerie silence hung over main engineering. The warp core sat silent. Most of the engineers had been dispatched around the ship to fix hull breaches and work on the shield generators with Hans. Trichon and a few others were all that was left. There task was to get the warp core back up and running. He thought it was strange how much he missed the hum of the engine. It always seemed to relax him and now that it was gone he realized how much he truly missed it. Trichon pulled himself out of the panel he was working on and sealed it back up. He looked around at the rest of the engineers working on different parts of the core. His eye caught a glance of a young ensign struggling with some ODN cable. Trichon walked over to see what the problem was. "Ensign, having some problems?" The young ensign looked up and finally noticed Trichon standing there. "Oh Lt. Sorry I didn't see you there. Umm no problems I am just finishing up here." Trichon looked over the work. "You forgot to reattach the power grid here ensign." "I see," the ensign patched it back up and started stammering, "Sorry sir I wont let it happen again." "Whats your name?" "Ensign Takahashi. Lee Takahashi sir." "Lee you need to relax. We cant afford to make mistakes right now. Not even little ones. People are counting on us." Lee looked up at Trichon his eyes full of panic and fear, "Thats just it sir. Everyone counting on us to get the ship working again. I mean if we dont who knows what will happen. The scary thing is we dont know where we are or who's out there. How can anyone stay calm sir?" Trichon looked at the young man. "The way we stay calm is by doing our job. We do our job the way we were trained and everything going to work out, and do you know why Lee?" "No sir." "Because just like were down here doing our job to the best of our ability everyone else on this ship is doing the same, and I am going to let you in on a little secret. Your on the Arcadia home of the best crew that starfleet has ever brought together. I would place my life in the hands of anyone on this ship. And right now we are beaten, bloody, and bruised, but the Arcadia is a tough ship. She's down but were a long way from out. I almost guarantee you that the Captain is already hard at work trying to find a way to get us home. But for that to happen we have to get this warp core back up. So Lee can I count on you to help me out and get this thing fixed so we can get home?" Lee nodded and smiled, "Yes sir. I'm going to do my best." he picked up his tools and started to head over to the next repair job, and he turned back and looked at Trichon, "And thank you sir. Your right we do have the best crew any-one can ask for." As Lee set off to his next job Trichon muttered under his breath, "Thats right Lee. Thats damn right."

<<Start Log>> Chris wandered the corridors of the Excalibur aimlessly. His discussion with Neo and Graham about a tornamnet of sorts had definitely appealed to him. He hadn't had a chance to spar with anyone on board yet and was looking for the chance to cut loose. Brian Graham walked the corridors of Deck7. He had no particular reason to but he had just returned from the station and he still had time before everyone was supposed to be back. This recreation let him become more accquainted with the ship. Brian noticed a corridor junction up ahead and decided to take a right Trichon looked up from his security detail report and saw one of the newest security officers. "Hello there Brian. I didn't know you had come back from the station yet." "Hi Trichon. Yeah I left Tar'Mok alone to his shopping. I don't think my human input would aid a Vulcan too much." Trichon laughed, "Yeah I know what you mean there. He's a good guy though. Brought me some wine back from his shore leave in Tuscany." "Interesting. How was it?" "Haven't had much of a chance to try any. So what are you up to at the moment?" "Nothing. Why?" "Well I have to admit all that talk about sparring got me itching to hit the gym. To be honest most people at the academy stopped sparring with me. They didn't call me crippler for nothing you know." "I'd imagine. Most cadets aren't used to Klingon endurance." "Yeah," he shrugged, "And I am only half klingon." "Still, it sounds like that was enough heh heh." "I a lways took my physical training very seriously. I remember one time I trained for 13 hours straight once." "Interesting. I've heard that Klingons, half or not, make physical training a priority." "I guess. So what do you think?" "About training for 13 hours?" Chris flashed a grin, "No I mean about sparring me." Brian thought for a moment and then looked over at the burly half klingon. "I'm game." "You sure. I mean you are in the prime of your life." Chris just kept grinning. "I don't go easy on my sparring partners." "I understand, but last time I checked we had a sickbay. Let's go." Chris motioned towards the gym, "After you." Doubting it was honorable to attack someone from behind, Brian led the way to the gym. As they made there way to the gym Chris was mentally sizing up his opponent. Brian would not be a easy fight but that was they point. The doors to the gym opened up and both men made there way into the room. Chris changed into a training outfit and made his way out to the center and began warming up while waiting for his opponent. Brian pulled on the customary garments and attempted to focus on battling the half-Kingon. "Remember come at me with everything you have. I want to see your best. I believe you don't really know someone until you have fought them." Chris then assumed a stance and awaited the attack. "I was hoping you'd say that." Said Brian, fixing his helmet into place. He raised his stick in the customary fashion. Chris waited on Brian to attack him with the Bo staff. His own hands empty. Brian began with a quick fake to Chris's head, then bringing up the lower end of the starr toward Chris's right leg, hoping to send him off balance. Chris dodged the stick easily and quickly dropped down and swept his legs to try and knock his opponent off his feet. Brian jumped up and back, putting some distance between him and Chris. He went back to the customary position "Hmm, perhaps you know that one" Brian said jokingly. "I know more than that." Chris dropped into a low stance and flashed a evil looking grin, "My turn." with a quickness unrivaled by his opponent he lunged forward and threw a kick out towards Brians midsection. Not thinking that Trichon would attack so fast, Brian took the complete impact of Trichon's foot, sending him to the mat. Brian quickly rolled over onto his feet again, bringing the stick up. Chris dropped a quick elbow straight through the stick and snapped it in half, "Good one, but most of my organs still work!" Brian looked at the two sticks, one in each hand. "Alright, I guess you don't want me to use a stick." He quickly threw them away and took several steps back. Before Chris could figure out what he was doing Brian ran straight at his opponent. Brian rapidly closed the distance between them and came into Chris's range. Chris tried to dodge the attack but Brian had caught him off guard. Brian stepped just left of Chris, dropping to the ground and rolling past his fellow officer. Coming up, he spun around, and quickly tackled Chris from behind. Chris fell to the ground and quickly rolled up onto his feet and turned to face Graham, "Your faster than I thought you would be. I'll let you try one more attack and then we'll end this." "You want to quit so early?" Said Brian, standing a little off-center, thanks to Chris's kick from before. "Not me. I have a feeling you will though." yet again a sinister looking grin crossed the face of the half klingon as he switched up his stance, "I have to admit though your lasting longer than most do though." "I'll be sure to request that in my epitaph" joked Brian, wondering how Chris would react to his being caught off guard. Klingons did NOT like that. Chris looked at brian. "I'll remember that. Now lets finish this." "Let's..." Brian countered and prepared to reap the whirlwind. He wanted another chance at being on the receiving end, hoping to last longer than last time. Chris ran foward and began to unleash a barrage of quick jabs at Brian. Brian furiously countered Chris's punches, but made no aggressive moves. He was counting on Chris getting annoyed and maybe making a mistake. However, Brian couldn't remember if Klingons GOT annoyed. Chris dropped his guard for just a moment.: Brian reacted, quickly elbowing Chris in the side. However, that also left Brian in an undefensive position. Chris looked at brian and smiled. He had taken the bait. Chris grabbed brians arm with one hand and then drove his knee into his stomach. Brian gasped, bending over, the wind knocked out of him. But he sprung off the floor, using his whole body to hit Chris. The breath escaped Chris's lungs but he did not fall. He took both fists and slammed them into Brians back. "Ahh" yelled Brian. He elbowed Chris in the chin, hoping to get some advantage. Chris could taste blood in his mouth from the elbow. He quickly wrapped one arm around Brians neck and locked on a choke hold. "Do you yield?" "No!" Yelled Brian, however, he couldn't break Chris's Klingon-grip. Chris wrenched the hold in and dragged Graham to the floor, "YIELD NOW!!!" Brian could feel breath escaping him. "NO!" yelled Brian again, hoping Trichon wouldn't kill him. Chris's klingon side was begining to get the better of him as he let out a growl, "You must yield." "Or...what" Brian gasped, realizing this may not be the best time to test his hypothesis "Or I will choke you until you pass out. There is no honer in that." Brian considered his options. "Maybe your......your right. Uncle!" Brian figured he couldn't get another chance at Trichon if he we're dead, and Klingons didn't usually give second chances. Chris dropped the hold and let Brian go. "You did well." Brian coughed several times, laying down and trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I'm still among the living. heh heh" Chris reached his hand out and helped his opponent to his feet. "And no concussions or broken bones." " No, but your lip looks in bad shape." replied Brian. Then remembering his side he added "And I'm not doing the best either." Brian accepted Trichon's hand, getting to his feet. "We fight to know ourselves. Our wounds are the proff we exsist my friend." "Oh I exist alright. But I don't know if WE will after Brianna sees us..." Chris laughed as they exited the gym and headed for sickbay to get there locater implants and to face the wrath of the doctors in sickbay. <<end log>>

Awesome log Anari. At long last someone truly appreciates us hard working engineers. LOL. Great log and welcome board again.

Wow that horoscope hit the nail on the head. Thanks captain

Awwww thanks Ndak. See your not all evil like they think you are.

Trichon looked down at the blade still in his chest and then back to the woman who had put it there. His eyes met hers and he realized that there was no look of remorse or sorrow in her eyes as she had plunged the knife deep into his gut. He looked at her with a lost look in his eyes and the only words that escaped his lips, "Why Commander? I just wanted to help." were the only words he could mutter as he feel to the floor. This couldn't be his commander. The romulans must have done something to her to make her do this. He looked around at the other romulans that were gathered as a sly grin appeared on most of there faces. The one who had introduced herself as tKsa looked at him and through the evil smile on her face she said, "You must be mistaken. This is our crewmember Hdan. Not your commander." Had he been wrong in coming here. Had his foolish notion of playing "hero" finally gotten the best of him. Was this a Romulan trap? Had they just recorded the Commanders voice? As he fell to the floor in a heap the only thought that kept running through his mind was Why. In his heart he wanted to belive that H'Dan was Hayden Dacotah. But how could she, the closest thing he had left to a family do this to him? Before he lost consciousness a small tear slid down the side of his face as the sense of betrayal overcame him. He didn't care if he died anymore. All he wanted to know was why.

Trichon uttered a small prayer under his breath and rubbed his necklace for luck before he opened the hatch of the marine shuttle. He turned around and looked at the crack retrieval team that had been prepared for this mission. Jacob had indeed been prepared for this moment and the marines were ready for action. Trichon hit the button and lowered the hatch and watched the marines storm out of the Talon. Trichon didn't even have to be asked twice to lead the mission once the captain had asked for volunteers. He went for two reasons. First and foremost he thought that to find an El-Aurian you use a El-Aurian. Trichon had very little practice in using any of his gifts. Before leaving the shuttle he relaxed his mind and thought of Dac. He called out to her with his mind hoping that it would act as a beacon to her and she would find him. At least she would know that they were there and they were coming to get her. The second reason was more personal. The last time he left this ship he had done so very quietly. This time he was not leaving as quietly. He picked up his phaser rifle and exited the back of the shuttle behind the marines. This time he woudl tear this ship apart deck by deck to find his commander and in doing so would exact some little bit of retribution for his last visit.

I would like to change mine to "The Voice from the Uncharted Territorys"

Chris paced his quarters. He stared back at his comm monitor and the Klingon Empires insignia still stared back at him. He had been trying to get ahold of Katarc for hours now. He had called in a few favors that were owed to him and was finally waiting on the aj himself. Chris had come up with the cover story of wanting to discuss security protocols with the great war hero K'atarc. The screen flared to life and a klingon behind a desk appeared on the screen. "You must be Chris Trichon then. I hear you wanted to discuss security protocols with me." "Let me start by saying that I am honored that you took time out of your schedule to speak to me sir." "They didn't tell me you were half klingon," he said as he looked even more closely at Chris, "The honor is mine. I always enjoy talking to a young officer. Now what would you like to know?" "Well sir I am going to honest I didn't contact you to discuss any security protocols." "Oh really," his eyes looked at Chris with a curiousness to them, "What did you contact me about then Lt." "I wanted to know more about the incident at Secara 7 sir." K'atarc grew very quiet and stared at Chris for what seemed an eternity, "I told everything there was to know in my statement. Your Federation files should be there as it was Federation citizens that were attacked. I have done my time for what I did, and I have made my peace with it young man. Now if you have anything else to say I would like to hear it or otherwise this conversation is over." "I was born on Secara 7 sir. My mother was Elana Trinecar. Does the name ring a bell?" "Yes, yes it does." "Her name rings a bell does it. It should, you raped and had your way with her." "That not entirely true." "Oh its not, so your not the reason I have these ridges on my forehead?" "When you put it that way, yes, your klingon heritage more than likely stems from me yes." Chris started to clench his fists. He had found his father. The man that he had blamed the condition of his life on. The man that he had always hoped to find and that would treat him as a real son. "So was what I read in the statement the truth. If so that makes you a rapist and a murderer." K'atarc slammed his fist on the desk and stood up. ""How dare you question MY honor like that without knowing the truth.... The scientests at the colony were the murderers not I. I bet you didnt know that the scientests at the colony were actually researching new bio warfare that would target specific genetic codes and eliminate that entire species from a planet. We were trying to stop them from finishing." "I want to know the truth then K'atarc. If you are a true klingon you will appreciate my quest for the truth and to find out who my father really is." K'atarc grinned and sat back down in his chair, "You are correct. I do appreciate what you must have gone through to find me, and you deserve to know the truth behind the Secara incident. Once the captain of our small warbird hearing about the research taking place on Secara 7 decided to take matters into his own hands. He sent me ahead to do scouting and find out everything about the colony I could. We intended to make it a silent operation. The only people that were to be harmed was the scientets and anyone directly involved with the project. "On my first day on the colony I of course went to the best source of information on a colony like Secara. The local bar. I started asking questions approaching various locals and buying them drinks, when she caught my eye. Elana ,your mother was a waitress there and she was the most beautifal thing my eyes had seen. I spent the next few days getting to know Elana. She told me all about her husband and how she was very unhappy in her marriage. Needless to say for the duration of my reconiassance mission there me and your mother started to have a affair. We fell in love Chris. I promised to take her away from her husband when I came back. It was most likely around then that you were conceived. "We returned about 3 weeks later to finish what I had started, but as things have a way of doing things went wrong. Razak had decided that everyone had to die. He started killing everyone in sight. While others tried to stop him I went to find Elana. When I found her that bastard of a man she called husband was smacking her. Accusing her of all that was going on. She was the one who had been spending time with Klingons. I was going to gut the man were he stood, but he threatened to kill Elana if I came one step closer. I told her that I would come back and rescue her, and turned and left. We had to make a hasty retreat and left Secara 7. Later on I told the captain that I was leaving the ship and turned myself in for my part in the raid on Secara 7, and the rest you know." Chris sat in silence at the tale he had just heard. "So you admit to being my father then?" "Yes. Yes I do, and I am willing to submit to a DNA test to prove it. I heard that Elana had died while giving birth to a child. A half klingon child. I admit I used to think about you and what kind of man you would be. Sometimes those thoughts are what got me thorugh my time at Rura Penthe. We have so much catching up to do. My son. Chris Trinecar of the house of Trulahs." Hearing K'atarc utter those words Chris realized that his quest was at a end and that a new one was begining.

Chris sat alone in the security office. Most of the crew had taken shore leave while the Excalibur was still in space dock. Chris had volunteered to stay onboard as he had no place to go. He tapped his PADD in a rythmic pattern his mind not on the report but on the conversation that him and LtCdr Deveraux had. He turned around in the chair towards the wall monitor. "Computer bring up the incident report on the Secara 7 Colony." The information flashed on the screen. Most of it he already knew. Secara 7 was a terra forming project that both of his parents had been apart of. A band of Klingon marauders attacked and raided the colony leaving many dead and taking most of the supplies. He followed up with the report from the Klingon side of things and did in fact discover that most of the Klingons onboard had been mercenaries and had warrants out on them at the time. "Computer cross reference the list of warrants with current information on them." The computer brought up the information as he requested. 14 pictures flashed on the screen with known current whereabouts next to them. "Computer eliminate narrow the search by eliminating all Female subjects." "Processing" 2 pictures disappeared. What now he thought. "Bring up any of the files of ones who have been arrested." 8 pictures came up and Chris began to shuffle through the reports, looking for any clues. He read all there statements but only one was of any interest to him. A Klingon named Razak gave a statement about the attack about a young klingon warrior who was among them during the attack of Secara 7. The statement went on to say that this young warrior did indeed take certain liberty's with one of the women of the colony. A few months later the warrior known at K'atarc left the ship after arguing with the captain over as Razak said "the Honor of attacking defenseless colonies, He was seeking true glory of real battle." "Compter display any info on K'atarc" "K'atarc of the house of Trulahs. At a young age became a mercenary looking for the glory of battle. He later turned himself in for crimes against the empire. Served time on Rura Penthe during which time he was said to be a model prisoner. During the Dominion war he was given a chance to redeem himself and allowed to join the military. His record was outstanding during the war. Several times he saved the life of his fellow crewmates and captain and quickly rose through the ranks. Upon reaching Captain towards the end of the war he became a figurehead of the military. Sometimes known as K'atarc the Cunning he was not a man to be trifled with. After the war he was given the title of K'atarc'aj or admiral. He is currently still serving as 'aj on Qo'nos." Chris looked at the picture that accompined the bio of the war hero. Could this man possibly be his father? There was only one way to find out. <end log>

>Begin Log< Trichon snapped awake from his nightmare. He couldn’t tell if he was really screaming or if that was all part of the dream. He was covered in a cold sweat and was in so much pain that it was almost unbearable. He looked around his surroundings and realized that he was out of that room and back in the brig. Koshic looked over at Trichon. “It’s okay now you had a nightmare.” Trichon layed back down on the hard floor of the brig. “Nightmare is right,” he muttered under his breath. “You are in pain,” Koshic said with a slight twinge his face slightly contorted. “Pain is an understatement Dak. I feel like I could die.” Koshic looked at the engineer. He radiated with an intense burning pain. Koshic shut his eyes trying to block some of it out, but it was so intense that it was sweeping over him. “What the hell did they do to you?” Koshic said with out thinking. Trichon’s eyes glazed over for a moment, “I don’t want to talk about it Dak.” “I understand.” Koshic knew that the young engineer meant that he didn’t want to talk about anything. He could tell Trichon was doing all that he could just to keep it out his own conscious mind. Trichon began to shake and it wasn’t from the cold, “There evil Dak. I never truly understood evil until today.” Intense psionic waves of pain swept over Koshic, he closed his eyes and tried to block them out, but it wasn’t working. “This is about a lot more than broken ribs isn’t it?” “Broken ribs are the least of my problems.” “I don’t think there is a Rihan word for mercy,” Koshic said sullenly. “They kept telling me things that they would do to my friends, to the Arcadia, to Ruca...” Trichon’s voice trailed off. Koshic placed a hand on Trichon’s shoulder. “It’s okay...” He trailed off; another wave of pain came over Koshic. He felt a writhing pain run down his spine. He closed his eyes and what he saw made his blood run cold. l l l Trichon’s mind flashed back to just after tr’Vel had left pinned to the floor of that horrible room. A tall Romulan female strutted into the room. She seemed a little surprised, and amused to find him pinned to the floor, an evil grin crossed her face. “I take it you are Lt. Trichon Light?” Trichon didn’t look up and mumbled into the floor, “Who's asking?” t’Vixen jabbed a metal rod into Trichon’s back. “I ask the questions au pathetic fvai.” Trichon grunted under the blow, “I guess that’s me when you put it that way.” “Stand up and face me!” t’Vixen grinned knowing full well he was pinned to the floor. “That’s a little difficult when the last guard pinned me the floor like a bug in his collection” t’Vixen glared at Trichon. “Au are confused. There is no knife. Now Stand!” “I may be hurting but I realize there is a knife sticking me in my hand.” T’Vixen settled into the chair in the middle of the room in front of Trichon and cracked her knuckles. She then smacked him across the face with the metal rod. “There is no knife.” Trichon could taste the blood in his mouth, “Okay if there’s no knife what’s this in my hand then?” “I will not tolerate this lying. If au continues to lie to me, I will be forced to kill au…or au crewmates,” t’Vixen said with a devious dramatic tone. “There is no knife,” she smacked him again. “NOW STAND!” Trichon looked up as best as he could, “If you touch my friends I swear I will find you.” “Really, au can’t even stand up au pathetic fvai,” t’Vixen said bemused. “At least that other pathetic engineer could do that.” Trichon tried to stand but the knife held his hand firmly against the floor, “What do you mean the other engineer? How do you know I am an engineer?” “I didn’t but au just told me,” she grinned. “Au are pathetic. I know au was either a Dheno or an Engineer by au colored shirt.” t’Vixen circled Trichon now like a hawk. Each time she would pass his head she would stop and tap her shiny black boots in his face. Trichon’s face contorted in anger. He had given up a piece of vital information without thinking. “I can’t stand with this damn knife in my hand, you cold blooded Romulan monster.” t’Vixen stopped in front of him again and delivered a crushing back hand. “There is na knife au pathetic wimp. Au are just to pathetic to stand…or to scared” t’Vixen resumed her circling again. Trichon winced in pain but would not give t'Vixen the luxury of crying out in pain, “Maybe your the pathetic one.” She mashed his mouth again for that comment. “Au will speak only when spoken too are we clear?” Trichon grinned through the pain, “I think you are the scared one. Your scared that if I did get off this floor. You are scared of what would happen.” The Romulan whacked him in the mouth with the metal rod again. “Do na kid auself. I am not scared of au, au can’t even stand to face me.” “And what if I choose not to stand up? You'll kill me? Go ahead because I won’t tell you anything.” t’Vixen grinned. “Au aren’t worthy of killing so easily.” “Its nice to know I am loved.” T’Vixen removed her Kaleh from her hip holster and began to run it up his arm cutting away the jacket and nipping at his skin. “But au friends, they would make a nice sharpening tool for my Kaleh.” She looked into his eyes as she ran the blade further up his arm. “Will au kill them?” "Who says they are my friends?" It was a very obvious lie. The fear in Trichon’s voice was very noticeable. “Do na take me for a fool,” t’Vixen said stopping the blade at his neck crouching to his eye level. “Au have it written all over you.” Trichon began to whisper, "Touch any of them and I will kill you" “Bold words for someone who can na stand up,” she said. “So which one will au kill first?” Trichon began to fight against the blade in his hand now. The blood began to flow as he tried to pull his hand away from the blade. “Don’t touch them.” “Perhaps I will start with au lovely woman?” t’Vixen said as picture of Dacotah appeared on the wall. “Or perhaps this lovely one?” as a picture of Merri appeared. “As au human say women first?” Trichon saw the pictures of his friends and shipmates appear on the screen and began to pull against the blade even more “Au can save them aus knows?” t’Vixen said as she began running the Kaleh down Trichon’s other arm. “Au can stop all of this.” “I won’t tell you anything.” His confidence was beginning to wane every time he said this. t'Vixen could hear it in his voice, the sound of someone who was losing his hope. “Very well then au has sealed the fate of au crewmembers,” she said standing up and walking towards the door. “We will start with the first woman.” Trichon pulled with all the strength he had left against the blade, "DONT TOUCH THEM!!!!!!!" This was followed by an almost primal scream as he pulled his hand up through the blade and left it sticking in the floor. “And au says we have know conscious, I could never live knowing I killed one of my friends,” she stopped at hearing the scream and turned in delight. Trichon bleeding internally and externally rushed at the Romulan. He grabbed t'Vixen by the throat and began to choke her with all the energy he had left, "DONT TOUCH THEM, I SWEAR I'll KILL YOU!!!!" He was screaming. t'Vixen threw a right cross at Trichon and knocked him back to the floor. “Good au stood.” He kept screaming the same thing over and over again and he began to cry as fell to the ground, “Don’t touch them, don’t touch them!” “Au has a chance to save them...” t’Vixen said as she returned to the inside the room. “One simple question and we will spare them...for now...” “I want so save them...” he managed to say through his physical and emotional pain. "Good. I do na want to yy'a, I do na want to dull my Kaleh,” she said with a scarily sweet tone. “So answer this question and au have saved them, otherwise. We start the yy'aing." Trichon just stared up at her cradling the hand that had been pinned to the floor that was now bleeding intensely. “What was au doing in the Outmarches?” “I...... I don’t know.” He lowered his head. His mind was racing; he really couldn’t remember it seemed so long ago. “Very well then...let the yy'a begin,” she said as she leaned down and kissed Trichon on the lips. “Au had aus chance to save au precious friends but au has sealed the fate of au friends.” “NO DON’T! Kill me, not them, please, they had nothing to do with anything. Don’t hurt them...” Trichon screamed out to t’Vixen as she headed out the door. “Au will die soon enough,” she laughed as she was almost at the door. “Only after watching them die!” “Good Bye, maybe they will make au death quick, but I doubt it for such a low life form.” she laughed as she walked out of the integration room. t’Vixen had no intention to kill any of the Starfleet officers for such a useless human. He knew nothing of interest, she had broken him and he had said nothing, but for now she would let him think it over in silence. For in her mind silence was brilliant torture. She walked a few steps down the hallway, she put her hands down to her sides and felt her knife, and she figured she had better put it where it belonged. T’Vixen returned to the room to find Trichon still cowering the corner crying. He had been left in the small room with only his wounds and his shame. He looked up at her, “What do you want now? Just leave me to die.” Without a word she took Trichon’s good hand out and stabbed her Kaleh throw the floor pinning him to the floor again. She turned and left him alone in the room again in silence. l l l Koshic looked around. He still had his hand on Trichon's shoulder. His blood ran cold as ice. Had what he just witnessed really happened? He felt sure of it. He didn’t know what to say. All he could do was to wrap his arms around Trichon and hug him. Trichon was fighting to hold back his tears. He truly wished that he had died on the floor of the brig. All Koshic could say was “It’s okay you didn’t break…you didn’t break.” “Yes….yes. I…I did” “Shhh…it’s okay everything will be okay.” Koshic hugged Trichon tighter. The two sat there in a teary-eyed huddle for what seemed an eternity. >End Log<

Trichon lay on the floor of the brig still clutching his ribs. Jacob had tried to help him before his field kit had been taken from him. He realized that he probably had a broken rib possibly more. He had tried to allow Hans and Merri a chance to escape by dueling with another Romulan but it seemed as if he failed as they had both been captured as well. A young Romulan Errien, tr’Vel, walked into the brig looking for the officer in question. He spotted Trichon and started to make his way over to him. Trichon rolled over as the Romulan entered the brig, "Ah so room service is here finally." "Silence. Au lead one of the teams?" “That depends on who's asking,” Trichon said. Tr’Vel pointed a disruptor at Trichon. “Au will tell me or else.” "Well I guess Mr. Disruptor is asking. Yes I was leading a team what does that have to do with anything." The young errien lowered the field and came towards Trichon. "Au are coming with me...do na try anything...as you say funny.” tr’Vel said grabbing Trichon up by the shoulder. "Easy there big guy." “Walk!” tr’Vel said jamming the disruptor in Trichon’s back. Trichon limped along trying not to show the pain or the fact he was injured. The Romulan led Trichon down the corridor to a small dark room with a solitary light and a lone chair in the room. The Engineer looked around at his surroundings. “You have to be kidding me,” he said scoffing, “This is so cliché.” Tr’Vel slapped Trichon down into the chair. “Au will speak only when spoken to...are we clear?” He winced in pain for a moment, "So let me guess, your going to torture me with showtoons now huh?" Tr’Vel put his fists together and smacked Trichon across the mouth. Trichon tasted blood in his mouth, "What no foreplay?" He turned his head and spit some blood on the floor, "And on the first date too." "Humans...” tr’Vel said as if the word let a bad taste in his mouth. “What is au name?” Trichon looked up at the Romulan and grinned, "Jack Daniels" Tr’Vel was infuriated by the smugness of the prisoner and back handed him into next week and gave Trichon a moment or two to think. “Shall we try this again? What is au name?” "Lt Trichon Light serial number SC 587-215." The Romulan almost smiled and tapped something into his PADD. “What is the name of Au ship?” “My name is Lt Trichon Light serial number SC 587-215." “Let me make this simple for au simple human. If au cooperates, au might see au ship again, if not au yy’a” "As a prisoner I shall not divulge any information that might be used against me or Starfleet. So you can take your PADD there and well use your imagination." “Au broke au treaty, au has no rights,” the Romulan said has he punched Trichon hard enough to knock the chair over. "That’s like the pot calling the kettle blackie. You were just as guilty as we were." “I am not here to argue!” he said as he kicked Trichon in the ribs. Trichon hears something crack under the last blow his breathing becoming even harder. “NOW AU SHIPS NAME!” "USS Bite Me!" The now infuriated Romulan almost instantly kicked Trichon in the ribs again, harder this time. Trichon rolled around on the ground trying to shield his ribs the best he could. He bit his lip hard to stop from screaming. “Pathetic,” tr’Vel said dismissingly. “If au cooperate, au maybe return to au ship. If au doesn’t au will rot in a Rihan brig. Trichon worked his way up to one knee. He manages to look up at the Romulan "Who you caling Pathetic?" Tr’Vel backhanded Trichon back to the ground. "Fine I'll Tell you." Trichon made it to both feet and looked over at the Romulan. "Just step a little closer I am having some problems breathing." His voice lowered as he tries to breath in. The Romulan listened, smiling to himself “Nice try. AU will tell me know" Trichon stumbles forward towards the Romulan. "Okay listen close because I am only going to tell you once." He stepped close enough and head butted the Romulan as hard as he could. "Go to hell." The Romulan backed off as Trichon fell to the floor. “Au will pay dearly for that!” Tr’Vel kicked Trichon in the ribs again and reached for his Kaleh. Then he took his Kaleh in one hand and pulled Trichon’s arm out and stabbed the Kaleh through his hand and into the deck plate hard enough to stick the Kaleh into the deck plate. Trichon screamed out in pain. "Au will stay here till au time is up" Trichon reached his other hand and tried to pull the knife out but failed, "You sick you know that." The Romulan laughed evilly as he started to walk out of the room. “And au are stupid. Perhaps after a while in this room au will be ready to tell me au ships name.” Trichon grinned through the pain, "You'd have better luck just killing me." “That is still an option...” tr’Vel trailed of as he locked the door behind him. It was at the moment when the door shut that Trichon realized that he might be in some trouble. >End Log<

A disruptor blast zipped over Trichons head. It would just happen he would pick the smallest bit of cover for himself. He popped off and fired a random shot missing anything that remotely resembled a Romulan. Another one of there security officers hit the floor. There chance of escape was becoming slimmer by the second. There best hope was that the commander or hopefully another squad of marines would head in their direction. He looked down at the console he was at to see if he could find anything useful. His eyes came across what looked to be two metal rods connected to the deck plating...... Trichon hit the floor hard. He struggled to get to his feet as quickly as he could. "Okay I think I need a break." "Break? You don't need a break Tric. You have to get this stuff down." the other man reached his hand down and helped Trichon up. "I mean you did say you wanted to learn some self defense didn't you." "I know I did Chris. Its just sometimes I don't see the point." "Lets take a break," the other man was dressed in a training gi and holding two wooden tonfas in his hand. He stood almost a head taller than Trichon and was very obviously half klingon by his dark complexion and ridges on his forehead. "So why don't you see the point?" Chris and Trichon had been friends since Trichons freshman year. Chris was a upperclassmen when Trichon met him with a bad reputation for being a loner and having a mean streak in him. They had quickly become friends. Some people around the campus gave them the nickname the dynamic duo, others just plain called them trouble. Chris was notorious for picking fights with almost anyone, he was also one of the best fighters Trichon had ever seen. "I am an engineer Chris. When am I ever going to need this stuff. Your the security officer not me." "Your right I am in the security division, but lets go over a few basic points." "Okay." "All right. In case of a hostile boarding where are the 2 likely targets for the intruders to try and take?" "The bridge and main engineering. Every one knows that you learn that in some of the basic courses." "Okay so if your an engineer wouldn't it be wise that you do know some self defense in case of this situation?" Trichon shrugged, "I guess but I was thinking more along the lines of phaser practice. Not sticks." Chris nodded and took a drink of water, "A valid point, and why would anyone in there right mind fire phasers around a warp core?" A look of realization crossed over Trichons face. "You wouldn't. It would then have to be logically close quarters combat." "Thus the sticks. Once you can use the tonfas well you can use any type of object to disarm and disable an opponent. And I wont always be around to watch your back. So now that the breaks over lets get back to work. Afterwards we can head out and check out the ladies." Chris gave a sly grin at the last point. "Okay. Lets get to work then." Trichon picked up his own tonfa's and they began to work the forms the wood clacking against each other...... Another disruptor bolt startled Trichon back to the present situation. He fired his phaser and severed the two metal rods from the deck plate and picked them up. He gripped one in each hand and readied himself. Now all he had to do was wait for a Romulan to get close enough so he could learn what all those long hours did for Trichon.