Trichon

"Old Friends, Good Sources" A Chris Trichon log Chris sat in front of the monitor waiting the answer. It had been 8 hours since he had talked to him. This wasn't like him at all. He was never late especially when it came to a job. At that moment the screen flared to life...... 8 hours earlier Chris had managed to get a secure comm channel off the Excalibur to the colony on Hukara. The face that he was wanting to see appeared on his monitor. A small man with a grin like a serpent smiled back at him. "Well, well. If it isn't me old mate Crippler" his thick British sounding accent was almost nostalgic for Chris. "Hey Peepers. So how is Hukara treating you?" "Same as always. Law always one step behind ole Peepers, but look at you. All straight and narrow now. I heard you went and joined Starfleet after you got nicked." Peepers paused for a moment, "Didn't think it was the truth though. I thought to me self that old Crippler would never make it in Starfleet, but it seems you proved me wrong." "I always did love proving you wrong Peepers." "So any ways what brings you to Peepers. You wouldn't be talking to me unless you needed something with less than reputable origins huh. Need a case of Romulan Ale or something sent to you there?" Chris grinned, "No I gave that stuff up. The real reason I am contacting you is that I need some information on 2 starfleet officers." "Should be simple for you. You being Starfleet yourself and all." "This is different Peepers. I need the stuff you cant find in there basic Fleet records. I need the dirt. I need the nasty little secrets they might be keeping, and if anybody can get that for me. Well that would be you." "True enough. Peepers is the best when it comes to finding out things people don't want found. I tell you what Crippler just send me there names and I'll get you your info." "I knew I could count on you Peepers. Just let me know what I can do for you sometime." Peepers just shook his head, "Nope, after this job, me and you. We'll be square. You saved my hide from the law more than once when me and you ran together. Things just ain't been the same since you left Crippler. Heck most of the gang isn't even here anymore. I'll contact you in 8 hours with what you need." ________________________________________________________ And the face on the other side of the monitor wasn't Peepers. It was a very small man who was panicking. "Chris what the hell did you get us into?" "Slow down there Carl," Chris was trying his best to calm him down. "What happened? Wheres Peepers?" "He's dead Chris." Chris fell into a silent shock. "How? What happened Carl?" "We got the info you needed and were on our way back when we got jumped by these goons. They were not the normal looking type of thugs either. All black suits and stuff. We tried to run but they got Peepers and started after me. He wanted to make sure you got what you needed. I am sending the data now." "Carl you have to get out of there now." Chris leaned over and checked the incoming data. At least Peepers had thought ahead and had the data encrypted. "No time Chris. I hear them now. Gotta go...." the screen died and Chris knew that another one of his friends was dead. He quickly transferred the data to a PADD and erased it from everything else. He knew he had to get this info to the commander. Whatever was in those files he would want to see, because whatever was in those files was worth killing for.

A Joint Trichon and N’Dak Production Starring and Directed by: Trichon Light And Koshic N’Dak Trichon Light sat at one of the table in Ten-Forward. He was presently alone, with the exception of one very strong cup of black coffee. He had been sitting at the same table for some time now pouring over the details and simulations of the shield modifications to ‘hide’ the USS ARCADIA. Trichon tapped on the PADD and looked it over. The simulations had been coming out positive, and the modifications would soon be done, then just maybe he could get some sleep. He downed the remainder of the coffee and sat it down on table. At the same time Koshic N’Dak slowly stepped into Ten-Forward. This wasn’t a place he normally went and he was more than a little timid. But he knew if he was ever going to fit in with the rest of the crew, he was going to have start making some friends other than the consoles in the Science labs. He looked around for a few moments trying to spot anyone he knew. N’Dak spotted the young engineer he and Nem had worked with earlier in the day. “Hell why not,” N’Dak said to himself as he headed to Trichon’s table. “Mind if I sit here?” Trichon didn’t look up from the PADD, “Yeah, its no problem at all.” N’Dak perked an eyebrow and sat down slowly. “Your name is Trichon. Trichon Light, correct?” “Yep. Thats me.” Trichon sat the PADD down and looked up at N’Dak, “I don’t recall you name though.” “Koshic. Koshic N'Dak. But call me Dak,” Koshic said with a smile. “All right Dak. What can I do for you?” “Nothing at the moment, you look tired,” N’Dak said looking around for a waitress. “Can I get you a drink?” “I am tired, but I needed to get these modifications done on the shield generators,” Trichon said rubbing his eyes. “I will take another coffee though” N’Dak finally got the attention of a waitress and ordered himself a Gin and Tonic and Trichon a cup of coffee. After a few moments of silence N’Dak spoke up. “Well. I was going to ask you if you had any ideas for the adaptive shielding. I still think it would be so much better than the lodinite,” he said softly. “But if you are tired, then don't worry about it.” “Don’t worry about that, I like the idea for adaptive shielding. It is just going to be rather difficult to predict a scanning frequency,” Trichon said sliding a PADD across the table to N’Dak. “I have been trying to come up with an idea to use your idea as a backup.” Koshic perked up a bit and read over the PADD as the waitress brought the drinks back to the table. “That was the only problem I had,” N’Dak said taking a drink of the Gin and Tonic. “But obviously the Hansens found away to do it.” “The key is to figure out there scanning frequency before they see us,” Trichon said. “The only problem is that Arcadia is too big to keep hidden long using standard stealth equipment.” “True, but its not like we are going to be dealing with active sensors. They would have to drop cloak to that, and they wouldn’t give away their position to do that.” “You have a point, but even on passive scans the Arcadia will stick out like a sore thumb and the key to all of this mission is surprise,” Trichon reminded N’Dak. “What if we use the Lodinite to keep us hidden while they scan, shouldn’t we be able to get their sensor frequency that way?” “Well that’s one way,” Trichon said with a grin. “The other way is a little less obvious.” “The other way?” N’Dak said raising his eyebrow and taking another drink. Trichon slide another PADD across to N’Dak. “My shuttle was built exactly for a mission like this. We send it out and let them scan it find out there frequency and hop back to the ship.” N’Dak looked the PADD over for a few moments. Trichon took another drink of the coffee. “I really should lay off this stuff.” “Nah. It will put hair on your chest, as for the shuttle, I like it,” he said pausing for a few seconds. “But whether or not the powers at be do, well you know how that is.” “I thought you would like it and I know what you mean,” he said with a smile. “But I just don’t like going into any situation like this with out a good back-up plan.” “You have a point,” N’Dak said. “The lodinite is going to work,” he said confidently, “but I wouldn’t want to see what happens if it gives out on us in the middle of the neutral zone.” N’Dak smiled at the engineer. “Hope for the best, Plan for the worst...” “And wind up somewhere in the middle,” Trichon finished the line for him. For a few moments the two sat there in silence. Koshic starred at Trichon for a few moments. That had been one of his patented phrases he taught students at the academy, and come to think of it Trichon looked soo familiar to him. “Did I have you in class,” N’Dak broke the silence. “You look so familiar.” “Not that I remember,” Trichon said. “What did you teach?” “Races of the Federation,” N’Dak said taking another drink. “it was required if remember correctly.” Trichon thought about it for a few moments. “Who knows? I might have just spend most of my time flirting with your students,” he laughed."I was a Big man on campus in my Academy Days" N’Dak laughed too. “Wait! Now I remember you!” You do, was all Trichon could manage. “Yes you were the one cadet I caught in the back row making out with that one Bajoran girl during my lecture on the Talarians.” “Yeah that was probably me,” he stammered a bit embarrassed. “Uhh, I would really kinda appreciate it if you kept that between me and you.” Koshic grinned widely and held up his hand in an oath like form. “To do otherwise would violate Academy rules.” “Good, Doctor Netani might not like hearing about my raucous Academy days,” he said grinning. “Know what I mean?” “Yeah I do,” a grinning N’Dak said. “And if I remember correctly the Bajoran wasn’t the only one I caught you with.” Trichon winced jokingly. “Yeah. Best if we not mention this to Ruca.” N’Dak snickered. “Oh how I miss making cadets wince.” Trichon looked down at his chronometer, “Well its getting late and I have some modifications to finish. It was nice talking with you.” “Have fun with that and don’t worry about Dr. Netani” Koshic gave a joking smile and waved goodbye as Trichon headed out the door.

I am suprised that there is only one mention of Evangelion on here. I like to think of it as not only the greatest anime of all time but also the thinking mans anime. There is so much symbolism and metaphors in there that it will make your head swim, and dont ever try watching the movie if you need to not to scratch your head and ask yourself, "What the heck did I just see?"

Ruca had spent the last hour, on her day off, finishing up some reports in Sickbay. She approached the door of her quarters and noticed something strange. As she got closer, she noticed some sort of note and a single rose somehow stuck to her door. Ruca's eyebrows raised as grabbed it off the door and glanced at the note. "Meet ..me in Holodeck 1.." Ruca read, and she blinked. Meet who? Could it be...? She took the note and the rose and walked back towards the lift .. her curiosity peaked. The lift ride was swift, and she found herself right in front of Holodeck 1. She stepped towards the doors and entered. The doors opened into what looked like a really nice restaurant. A band was playing some soft jazz in the corner and there were couples dancing. A man at a small podium at the front looked up and looked at her. "Welcome to the Rainbow Room. Do you have a reservation?" "Reservation?" Ruca looked at the man, a bit confused, ".. for what?" "For a table. Now whats your name and lets see if we can find out if you have a reservation or not." Ruca stuttered, "... Ru..Ruca ... Ruca N'Etani.." "Ruca N'Etani." his finger slid down the list, "Ah here you are. Yes your at table 13. Best seat in the house. The gentleman that reserved the table is all ready waiting for you." ".. thank you. 13..," she murmured, walking into the restaurant and looking for her 'gentleman'. She found her way to table 13 and saw a man with his back turned to her. He was facing the stage enjoying the music. From the back it seemed that he was dressed quite nicely. Ruca smiled lightly, recognizing the back of this man. She came up behind him and leaned down to say something in his ear, "They aren't too bad .." referring to the music. The band finished up the number and the room broke out in a applause. The man in front of her clapped as well. He turned around and looked up at her grinning. "I thought you might like them." "I do.. it's very nice.. soothing even." She looked over Trichon and smiled, ".. you look really good like that. It's different from that uniform of yours." He looked down at his tux, "What this old thing? Just keep it around for special occasions." He stood up and hugged her, "And I thought tonight was a special occasion." She blushed, looking down at her own casual attire, "I'm not really dressed for a special occasion...and .. what occasion would that be?" "I wanted to surprise you. The occasion is a real date." He looked over her attire. "And don't worry. The holodeck can fix that up for you no problem." Ruca smiled, "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. Give it a shot." Ruca thought a moment, "Computer.. may I have a red cocktail dress... thin straps and just above the knees, .. please?" There was a beep of confirmation and in a matter of a few seconds, Ruca was wearing that very dress. She lifted her arm and let her hair down .. and she was set. "Wow." were the only words Trichon could mutter. "Is.. is this okay? I remember a friend of mine on a station I worked on.. who said that any occasion could be topped with a little red dress.." Ruca looked at him expectantly, ".. you think that's true?" Trichon just kept staring dumb-founded at her. "Yes. Yes I would say that is so true." She smiled and came up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck .. looking into his eyes, "You know.. I have missed you." He reached one hand up and scratched his beard, "I missed you too. You have no idea how much I've missed you." "It feels like weeks since we've even been in the same room.." Ruca said, her fingers tapping on the back of his neck. "I know. Thats why I set up this little outing. I thought you might like to go on a real date." "You definitely know what I needed.. I feel a bit suffocated by work lately. You are the perfect distraction." Ruca smiled, and kissed his bottom lip lightly. "Well I am glad I can help out. So how about a dance Doctor?" Ruca nodded, "I'd be delighted.." Trichon pointed to the band and they started playing a nice slow jazzy tune. Trichon led Ruca out to the dance floor and started to slow dance with her. "So what do you think of my program here?" She leaned against him and closed her eyes, ".. I think it's a beautiful thing.." "I'm glad you like it." "I truly do.. but you know what makes it so wonderful?" Trichon looked into her eyes, "Whats that." "You.." she said quietly. He leaned in and kissed her softly. "I've got another surprise for you." Ruca received the kiss gladly and looked up at him, "Surprise?" Trichon stepped up on stage and whispered something to the band leader. They started counting out a rythm. They started playing a familiar tune. Trichon picked up the microphone and began to sing an old earth song called "Wonderful Tonight". Ruca's eyes widened as she watched Trichon start to sing. She had never had anyone do that for her .. ever. Her legs felt wobbly and she had to take a seat, but kept her eyes glued on the man she had been adoring since day one. He finished up his song and hopped of the stage bowing to the appaulause of the holographic audience and looked at Ruca. "So how'd I do? I thought I was just a bit off key." She laughed, "Not in the slightest!.. I am very impressed.." He grinned and sat down at there table, "Waiter a bottle of your finest champagne for the beautiful lady and me." Ruca crossed her legs and stared at him. Sometimes she couldn't believe that he was truly real. That this was all real. It all felt like a dream and she was afraid to wake up from it. "So how was your Christmas?" "Christmas.." Ruca blinked, ".. you mean, that Earth holiday with the tree?" "Yes the holiday with the tree. How was it?" "I suppose it was satisfactory.. I didn't have one of those trees though.. I guess I don't quite understand it yet. The holiday.. not the tree." "Well..." Trichon slid a small wrapped box onto the table towards Ruca, "I know its a little late but with as busy as I have been I just never got a chance to drop it off to you." She looked at the box and reached for it .. picking it up and looking over it's pretty wrapping. "You didn't have to get a present for me.. " Ruca said softly, looking up at him. "No I didn't have to, but I wanted to." She slowly began to unwrap the box and she opened it, peering inside. She lifted up the small model shuttle that lay inside.. her eyes looked over it carefully, "Oh! .. it's one of your models! .. did you make it for me?" "Yeah. Its just like the one when we did our flying lessons. Now you have something that has a story to go with it." "A story.. to tell my children one day.. right?" She smiled at him, holding up the model. "Exactly." Trichon looked around and noticed that the place was starting to get crowded. "How about we take a walk?" She nodded, sipping the last bit of her champagne, "I'd like that.. hey.. I was meaning to ask; do you know you have a hairy face?" Trichon rubbed his chin, "Yeah I know. What do you think of it." She touched it lightly,"It's different.. but I think it suits you." He took her by the hand and exited the restaurant. All of a sudden the program changed to a beach under the moonlight. "I'm glad you like it." She looked up, her fingers laced with his, "Oh.. that is so very beautiful. I remember looking up at the moon a lot when I was growing up.." "I love the moon. Theres just something so romantic about it." She stared up at it.. "I agree. It makes me want to dream about things. The future.. the people who I will spend it with.." .. she glanced over at him and smiled,"Thank you for this evening." He stopped walking and looked into Ruca's eyes, "I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me. I just feel alive when I am around you Ruca." She smiled at him, and looked back into his eyes, "The feeling is very mutual, Trichon.. more than you probably realize." She leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. And in that moment, all the world melted away and it was just two people, in love .. underneath a perfect moon.

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Security Measures =/\= A joint log from Warped To The Core Productions :lol: =/\= Trichon had fallen asleep at his work station again. He was leaned back, a PADD in one hand, an empty cup of coffee in the other. They had been working on reprogramming various over-ride programs after their encounter with the Andorians. Merri had the coffeepot in her hand but seeing he was asleep, didn't pour coffee. He'd only spill it on himself and wake up yelping for a doctor. And all the doctors were probably off partying. So she poured another cup for herself and put the pot back on the warmer. She didn't like replicated coffee. Her workstation beeped loudly and she jabbed at a button and looked over the problem code. The loud beep startled Trichon from his slumber, "I'm awake." He looked around and set the empty coffee cup down and rubbed his newly grown beard. He looked over at Merri, "How long was I out?" "Oh, not even an hour," she responded cheerfully. "And you even finished your coffee before you fell asleep, so you wouldn't spill it. That was very neat of you," she added with a chuckle. "What I want to know is, what the heck is wrong with my phased security field and why won't the computer allow me to apply it to the tubes and ducts off the Bridge..." Trichon rubbed his eyes and started looking at the information and reports on his work station, "I think we're going about this the wrong way. Maybe if we tried to trick the bridge ducts using this code..." Trichon tapped a few keys and handed the PADD to Merri. She looked it over. "Hmmm," she pronounced slowly. "This might work, but we need to be able to phase the security fields OFF in order to get through them. Or at least... Hmmm... What if we can program an override code that has to be triggered manually? I was thinking that coded commbadges might fall into the wrong hands and then anyone could get through using our personal codes. But if we install touchpads at the junctions that have to have the override entered manually? What do you think?" "Touchpads are a great idea. Now the problem is in the blasted security protocol code." Trichon stood up and poured another cup of coffee and took a sip, "Bridge security coding is already touchy enough. Remind me to thank the chief for giving us this project." "Even better," Merri continued, pausing to take a swig of her own coffee, "we can put in touchpads AND retinal scanners so that the system can get positive ID on whoever is entering the override. And," she added triumphantly, "code it so that if the scanner picks up a particular blink pattern, it will trigger a full alert that will stun everyone within two meters of the scanner! So none of us can be held under threat to override it for an invader." "By George, I think we cracked it," Trichon sat back down. "Now all we have to do is let Commander Jaruq know and have him sign off on it. Then we might be able to get a break. I have barely even had time to shave here lately with all that's been going on." "Let alone spend time with that girlfriend of yours," Merri grinned, as she tapped in the changes to the security plan and let her program convert them to code to be manually scanned for bugs. "And you've got to make time for her, Trich. Us females are kinda sensitive that way, you know. Let her know she's at least as important as uncooperative security systems code." Trichon laughed, "True. I haven't even seen Ruca in a week. She hasn't even seen the new look yet, or the new pip." Trichon punched in some info to his PADD. "And I still have some work left in the shuttlebay, but it can wait. I think we have deserved some down time. Wonder how the party's going?" "I don't know. I never was much for parties. Too many people, too many emotions for this empath, especially when they're set loose by drinking." Merri giggled a little. "I guess I'm too lazy to want to work at blocking it all out. Much more comfortable right here with machines and people who care about them. And of course plenty to keep my mind busy. I don't know what I'd do with 'down time' if I had it. Go horseback riding in the holodeck, maybe." She shrugged, eyes intent on her code. "I'll tell you what I would do with some 'down time'." Trichon leaned back in the chair and got a far off look on his face, "I would take Ruca on a date. A real date. Dinner, dancing, a long walk on the beach. Things a couple are supposed to do, you know." Trichon's attention snapped back to the security code he was working on. "But that's something for later. Need to finish this up before I can think about that." Trichon let a small sigh out. Slowly and deliberately, Merri put her PADD aside and looked up from her workstation. "Go do it," she said flatly. "I can finish up here. I've even had more sleep than you have." "You sure? I don't mind staying and helping finish this up." "I'm absolutely sure," Merri insisted. "Go. Take her out on a date, even if it's just a holodeck date. You both deserve it!" Trichon nodded, "You're right. I am going to sweep Ruca off her feet. I will be so charming that she proabaly won't even notice the beard. To tell you the truth, I am starting to like the beard." Trichon stood up and grabbed his stuff. "Thanks Merri, I owe you one." Merri could only laugh as she picked up her PADD again. "Tickle her with it," she advised as she watched him go. And she kept on laughing softly. Trichon waved to Merri and left main engineering with a bounce in his step.

Starfleet Personnel File: Light, Trichon Full Name: Trichon Rem Light Rank: Lt. Serial Number: SC 587-215 Current Assignment: Assistant engineer USS Arcadia NCC-1742-E Age: 23 Birthplace: Tycho City Lunar Colony Race: Half Human/Half El-Aurian Personal History: Trichon was born in Tycho city to parents Gary Light, and Eleanor Light. Both were farmers and Trichon learned basic farming at a young age. As he grew his parents noticed that he was a quick learner and enrolled him in an advanced placement school. When he was 12 a friend at school introduced him to ancient Earth antiquities called "Automobiles". Trichon was fascinated with cars from then on out, they became a passion for him. Trichon's friends also introduced him to Shuttlecrafts. He learned to pilot a shuttle by the time he was 14. The faster the shuttle the better. He always asociated a shuttle with a really fast car. From then on out he decided he was going to Starfleet Academy and learn all he could about making things go faster. When he asked his father if he could attend his father strictly forbid him from going. He was going to be a farmer like the rest of them. That was the last time he spoke to his father. Trichon ran-away from Tycho and headed for the academy. Family History: Gary Light was actually a half El-Aurian. Him and his first wife, another El-Aurian, were on the refuge ships transporting them to earth. They were on one of the 2 ships caught up during the first Nexus event. Gary Light was one of the 47 survivors rescued from the Lacul by the crew of the Enterprise-B. His wife was not so fortunate. Gary blamed Starfleet for the death of his wife. He said if they could rescue him and some of the others why not her. Upon reaching Earth Garry took up residence in the New Tycho lunar colony. He lived there for several years before meeting the woman who was to become his second wife, Eleanor. Gary decided to keep his El-Aurian heritage secret from her. They married and lived happily for several years before there first and only son Trichon was born. When his son decided he wanted to join Starfleet if stirred up old memories that Gary had buried almost 80 years before. His refusal to let his son join was a result of that encounter years earlier. Because of his refusal to let his son join his son ran away(see above entry). 3 years later Eleanor died of old age. It has recently been discovered that Gary Light had dealings with the Loami symbiote sometime in the past. It seems as though Gary decided to hide on the Trill home world as he was on the run from someone or something. It was only on Gary's death bed that he decided to let his son know of his El-Aurian decent. The only item that Trichon has to remember his father by are his logs and a small triangular necklace with one small blue stone set in it. Academy Years: Trichon excelled in all of his engineering classes at the academy. Warp core theory was a particular favorite of his. Another was Shuttle maintenance, and piloting. In one of his progress reports he was said to be "Mr. Lights skills in a shuttle are only excelled by his ability to maintain and repair one." Orginally he intended to be a starship designer instead of a ships engineer. A professor at the academy changed his mind and started to steer him towards becoming a ships engineer. During his time at the academy he had a reputation of being a ladies man as well. His friend once told him that he was almost as smooth with women as he was at piloting a shuttle. He graduated with honors and a 3.8 gpa. Only days after his graduation he received a posting to the USS Arcadia. A few days later he was on a cargo ship to Starbase 36 to take his post. Service Record: So far Trichon has been beamed into empty space, swam around in the sewers of the Lodi Colony, and almost killed a crew mate on Arcady Prime. Through it all though he has kept a positive attitude. He has quickly become adapted to life aboard a starship and has come to call Arcadia home. Upon his first promotion Lt. Commander Jaruq has appointed Trichon as head of Auxilary craft. One of his first projects had been a modified shuttle craft(see Light Flyer entry below) that he had been working on the design for. He has also begun a relationship with Dr Ruca Netani. Specs for "Light Flyer": Type: Medium long-range warp shuttle. Accommodation: Two flight crew Power Plant: One 400 cochrane warp engine, two 800 millicochrane impulse engines, six RCS thrusters. Dimensions: Length, 8.5 m; beam, 4.61 m; height 2.67 m. Mass: 2.61 metric tones. Performance: Warp 6. Armament: Two Type-IV phaser emitters, jamming devices. After Arcadias training mission to Granada II there was the matter of a shuttle that had been used for the training excercises. Trichon looked at this as his opportunity to put his personal shuttle design to use. His intention was to create a high speed, highly maneuverable, short range recon vessel. The Type 9 shuttle that was used for the Granada mission was a perfect fit for the new upgrades. The shuttles systems have been modified allowing the computer to increase reaction time by almost 35 seconds. Also several jamming and sensor arrays have been added taking up some of the original passenger space. The shuttle can be piloted by a crew of one but for recon missions it should be manned by a crew of 2 for maximum affect. The drawback to the shuttle is its light aramanet as it only sports two type IV phaser emitters.

Just thought I would let everyone know that I updated this. Thanks.

One word that sums me up as a person huh. I would have to go with "Energetic" My characters Trichon(Arcadia)- Confident Chris(Excalibur)- Conflicted

Trichon looked over at Hans reconfigured iso chips. It seemed like it was worth a shot. "Lets go ahead and let it rip Hans." Hans nods. "Alright Trichon." Seiben says as he crosses his fingers. "Let's hope this works." Seiben presses the reset button, ad waits... And waits.. and waits.. "Hey, uhh.. don't you think something should have happened by now?" asks Seiben. The computer's voice blared to life, "Warning, Isolinear chips from main bridge. Warning please reset chips and try again. Warning." The computer continued to belt out the warning until Trichon pulled one of the chips out. "Well It was a good try." Trichon sat and pondered the situation. Seiben smacks his fore head. "Sheiste! The bridge" he yells. Iso chips missing from the bridge could mean only one thing. The andorians had somehow managed to take over the bridge. Now it was more important than ever to restore computer control to engineering. Trichon turned to Hans, "Well without the computer up they stand no chance of getting any controls and even if they do manage to somehow get the computer back up its got a encryption running on it." Seiben sighs, and nods. "Indeed.. we've got to lock out bridge controls as well." Seiben contemplates the situation for awhile. "Still we need to get control before them." Trichon looked at his console trying to figure out how to get around the problem at hand. "Well, let's get to it.. " Says Seiben walking over to a console, and presses a button "Attempting to restore power to computers." "Okay everyone listen up," Trichon motions for everyone in engineering to close in and listen. "We are in a tight spot at the moment, but were engineers. We'll figure this out. In the meantime I need everyone to make sure that no-one gets in or out of here. Lets get to work everyone." "Alright," Seiben walks over to the mini-armory and hands out phase-rifles. Grabbing one himself, he then walks back to his console and begins tapping. Trichon turns to Hans and scratches his head. "Now all we have to do is try and get control back." He had always been told the best way to figure out a solution to a problem was to look at it from another angle. To get outside the problem at hand. Suddenly he thought of something, "What was it that Merri had said to me at lunch, de-integrating integrated systems in case of catastrophic accident. These it." Trichon looked over at Hans grinning, "I have an idea Hans. Your going to think I am crazy but just hear me out." "Okay.. shoot" says Seiben "What if we tricked the computer into thinking the bridge wasn't there anymore?" Seiben scracthed his head. "Where did you come up with that?" "Something Merri told me. I am so going to owe her dinner now." Hans nodded "Good idea, but how will you achieve that?" "We do a complete shutdown of the computer. While its offline we rearrange the Iso chips from here and make the computer bypass the bridge systems completely." "Now why didn't I think of that?' said Seiben. "That's genius man." Seiben turns to his console to begin the shutdown process. "The only problem is we have to manually shut it down from the core. One of us is going to have to head down there." Grabbing his rifle, Seiben stands up. "I'll do it," Seiben volunteers. "If I don't come back, you can have my holo-viewer." "Lets not be hasty my friend. The core is only a couple of decks down," Trichon hands Hans one of the modified tricorders, "Here take this and keep in tuned in to the frequency. Once you have the computer shut down contact me. I will start to rearrange the chips from here and then we reboot, and pray to whatever gods we believe in." "Gotca." says Seiben. He waves goodbye and exits Engineering, and begins his journey to the computer core.Cautiously, climbing the jeffries tube ladder to the core deck, Seiben keeps an eye out for any Andorians inside of the tubes. Trichon sits down at his console making sure that the encryption is still in place. His hands fly across the console tapping the few commands that the computer will allow him. He notices an ensign crouching in a corner out of sight. He walks over to him and taps him on his shoulder. "Are you okay Ensign?" The young ensign looks up at Trichon his eyes wide open, "I am fine sir. A little scared thats all." Trichon looked down at him for a moment trying to find what to say to him. What would Jaruq tell him in to help him focus and do his job. He looked for the right words that would reassure him that it was all going to be all right. "Everyone's scared right now. Me too, the way you get past it is to do your job exactly as you were trained. Were going to come out of this okay. Just give Lt Seiben some time to get to the core. Once he's there we should be able to get things back up and running soon." Meanwhile.. Seiben finally reaches the appropriate deck, and quietly opens the access panel. He then snuck a look at the corridors searching for enemy Andorians that may be lurking nearby. Finding none, Seiben moves closer to the computer core Almost there. Thinks Seiben as he tiptoes ever closer. Seiben passes some corridors and is within 100 meters of the door to the computer core. Just then, Seiben is fired upon by an Andorian guard, narrowly missing him by inches. Before the Andorian can call for backup, Seiben fires and shoots him square in the chest. Seiben then walks over to the Andorian, takes away his communications device and stuffs him into a storage room. He blasts the door controls, so the Andorian can't escape and reaches the computer core. Seiben opens the door and enters into the Main Computer Core. Cracking his knuckles, Seiben gets down to work . He hacks into the core computer, and begins shut down procedures. Moments later, he hears the welcoming sound of systems coming off-line After talking to the young ensign for a few more minutes Trichon kneels down and opens a panel. "Come on Hans." Seiben opens the tricorder and contacts Trichon. "Computer core shut down." "Yes he did it", fingers flying pulling out iso chips and rearranging them as fast as he can. The clock was ticking and Trichon knew this. "Last one. Cross your fingers everyone. Hans, begin startup." To be continued (bum, bum bum )

He had barely had time to even step out of the shuttle before the general announcement went out over the comm. Arcadia had intruders on board. It was time to get to work. Trichon took off for main engineering at a dead run. One of the first things they teach you at the academy about this type of situation was to secure main engineering. If the bridge falls, engineering is a fall back point. A back-up so to speak. Once he had made it to engineering Trichon looked around. The chief was no where to be found. Trichon grabbed a ensign who was running by him. "Wheres Commander Jaruq?" "Don't know sir. Last I heard he was on the Andorian ship." "Ensign I need you to start handing out phasers to everyone. I want this place secured. No-one goes in or out. Understood?" "Yes sir." The ensign set out to do the task he had been appointed. Now to move on to locking things down. Trichon realized that he had limited time to work with, and with the chief gone somebody had to take charge. Command was something Trichon had never had much experience with but he knew what had to done. The main things that needed to be accomplished was locking out the computer system and the warp core. "Han's. I need you to start lock down on the warp core. We need to move. I am going to try and set up an encryption on the computer core." He was functioning off of pure instinct at this point. He found the closest panel and started to set up a encryption program. He had used something similar in his senior project. It was a rotating random helix firewall. The program would change its entire make-up every 30 seconds. The only person who would be able to access anything would be Trichon and Trichon only. Luckily he could allow for limited access to most panels. The main point was to lock out all weapons and transporter functions. The second he had finished keying in the encryption and locking it down the computer failed. "Just great. No comms, no computer what else could go wrong." Hans looked over in his general direction. "On second thought don't answer that question I don't want to know." To be continued....

The sun was just begining to rise over the temples at Pjem and a solitary person was seen jogging. Trichon had decided while he was there he might as well get some real excercise. The retreat had been exactly what he had needed to clear his thoughts and get back to the basics. Trichon slowed down to catch his breath and looked up to take in his surrondings. He had not been to this section of the city yet. He was in fact quite lost. He had been so wrapped up in thought while jogging he had gotten completly turned around. He decided to ask someone where he was and entered the closest temple. Inside was one of the most incredible things Trichon had ever seen. The whole temple was covered in mirrors and stained glass. The view was breathtaking to say the least with the sun just begining to shine in through the windows. He became so entralled with the view he barely noticed an old man sitting in meditation at the front of the temple. The old man coughed loudly to catch Trichons attention. "I am sorry sir. I didnt see you. I will leave so you can finish your meditations." Trichon turned to leave the building forgetting why he had even stepped foot in the building in the first place. The old man stood up and stretched his arms high in the air. "Its quite all right. I was just finishing up. And what might I ask brings you to this temple. We hardly ever have visitors here." the man paused and looked at Trichon almost studying him. "Let me guess. Your looking for something?" "Yes. I seem to have gotten turned around and cant find my way back." "Not what I mean. Thats the problem with you youngsters. Always thinking so two dimensonally. Your looking for more than directions my boy." Trichon stood before the man puzzeled. "I dont know what you mean sir." "People come to this temple to find themselves. I want you to do something for me. Stand in front of that mirror over there." Trichon did what the man asked. He stood in front of one of the mirrors in the temple. The old man sat down in a chair near the mirror. "Now what do you see?" He looked in the mirror. There was nothing out of the ordinary except he was a little flushed and sweaty from his jog but other than that there was nothing special. "I see me. Thats it." "Ahhh. You see yourself as you see you. Now do you know the best way to find out how other people see you?" "No." "Friends. The best way to discover yourself is through your friends. Think of your friends as mirrors. Each friend reflects back a different aspect of yourself. Through them you discover the way other people see you, and that is one of the best ways to discover yourself." Trichon stood there in the temple looking in the mirror. He realized that everything the old man had said was true. Every one of his friends reflected a different part of him. When he was with Hans he felt like he could conquer the world. With Merri he felt the creative part of himself. And when he was with Ruca, he felt truly alive. It all made sense. He turned to ask the old man his name, and thank him. When he looked he couldnt find the old man. Trichon looked and found another priest in the temple. "Excuse me. Where did the other man that was here go." The priest looked at him. "I have seen no one else but you here. Are you feeling okay sir?" "Yes just fine." Trichon started to exit the building stopping just long enough to get directions. As he jogged back to the place where they were staying he thought about what the old man had said to him. The only thing that was troubling him was who was he and where had he gone. He had heard that some of the older temples on Pjem were very ancient and could play tricks on the mind quite easily. But he'd never heard that they were inhabited by ghosts.

A joint log from Warped Nacelle Productions... =/\= The restaurant was cool and moderately lit inside, in sharp contrast to the warm brightness of the day outside. ("Why do Vulcans like these hot planets just like Vulcan?" Merri had thought to herself as they were walking the short distance from the monastery.) Also in sharp contrast to the outside of the building -- complete with flashing neon sign announcing EAT AT JOE'S -- the inside was comfortable, with conformable booth seating and easy-to-read menu PADDs. And the food was good. Merri sipped at her chocolate milkshake, which was just exactly the way a chocolate milkshake should be, as they waited for their orders to be brought. Trichon leaned back in his chair, drinking a nice frosty root beer. He couldn’t believe that there was a place like this at Pjem. It was almost too good to be true. He was really beginning to feel more like himself. "This is really amazing," said Merri, with a little wave around at the antique-style diner. There were a few concessions to modern technology, such as the seats and the PADDs instead of printed menus, but the whole place looked like something out of a history text. A waitress hurried past them with a loaded tray, and the smell of French fries wafted to them. "I guess Joe must be a fan of ancient restaurants." "I have to say I love it though." He gazed around and took another look at the antique jukebox. "I mean, who would have thought that you would ever find anything like this near a Vulcan?" "Well, obviously not everyone who comes here is Vulcan," Merri pointed out. "Us, for instance. And I guess there's a fair bit of shipping that comes through here since it's just off two major trade routes. So even if it's not exactly a vacation spot, there'd be enough business for a place like this." "Very true." Just then their waitress came to their table carrying their order. Trichon sniffed in the aroma. "If it tastes as good as it smells we're in for a treat." "Mmmm." It did smell heavenly. Merri was willing to bet none of it was replicated, not even the pickle. As the waitress left, she popped a French fry into her mouth. "Mmmm," she repeated. "I bet even the Vulcans come here for the fries." The menu did say they were cooked in 100% vegetable oil. Trichon picked up his hamburger and took a bite. It tasted even better than it smelled. "Man, oh man, am I glad that the chief told me to come down here. This is the best burger I have ever had." Merri's was equally awesome. For a few minutes they were both too busy eating to talk. Finally Trichon pushed his plate away not able to eat another bite. Then he picked up a dessert menu and started perusing it. "Oh my. They have cheesecake here, but I am trying to watch my figure." Laughing, Merri said, "I'm not going to watch mine while I'm on vacation. They have banana splits, and I bet the bananas aren't replicated, either!" "You're so right." Trichon flagged down the nearest waiter and ordered himself a piece of cheesecake and Merri a banana split. "So anyway, let’s learn more about Merri. What’s your specialty in engineering?" "Well, really, I generalized more than specialized," Merri told him. "I've worked with small craft propulsion systems, large craft life support and related systems, and my senior project was on de-integrating integrated systems in case of catastrophic accident." "Very interesting. I specialized in Auxiliary craft and Warp Field Theory. You know, the exciting stuff." Dessert arrived, and Merri took a big spoonful of ice cream with sauce, whipped topping, and nuts, and savored it slowly for a long moment. "I guess a lot of people find warp theory exciting," she said finally. "I just like to get into the nitty gritty. To me, it's more important that people arrive breathing and in one piece, than how they get from point A to point B." Trichon nodded, "Agreed. My true love is shuttle crafts, though." Trichon took a bite of his cheesecake. It was incredible. "I have to admit I was quite excited when the chief put me in charge of Auxiliary crafts." "One of the guys in my freshman Intro To Engineering class," said Merri, "wanted to know why the SIF and IDF are part of life support and not some other system. I knew the answer, but I think that's part of where I got the idea for de-integrating integrated systems. You need the SIF no matter what, but you don't need the IDF if you're not able to move. You know?" "I never thought of it like that." Trichon leaned back in his chair, "That’s a great point. I have to admit this little vacation has got me feeling more like myself. When we get back to Arcadia I will have to show you the shuttle I've been working on." "Special modifications?" Merri asked, lifting a brow in a fair imitation of Dr. Solek. "Of course. You didn’t think I would skimp out on all the fun stuff, do you?" "What kind of fun stuff?" she inquired, eating a piece of banana. As far as she could tell, it really wasn't replicated. "Well, when I started, I wanted to create a long range recon craft." Trichon sat on the edge of his seat while talking, obviously very excited to be talking about his pet project. "What I got was far better. I increased response time by almost 40 seconds making the shuttle highly maneuverable. Not only that, I modified the warp field to allow it to make warp 3. Plus, you should see all the sensor jamming and other fun surprises I crammed in there. I can’t wait to get back and take it out for a spin. It's probably the fastest shuttle on the Arcadia." "A long range recon craft needs extras for crew comfort, too," said Merri. "Want my plan for a real water shower that won't require an extra holding tank?" she asked. "I would love to hear it. That would work great on the shuttle." "The trick is to use a recycler that breaks down the dirty water into component molecules and then stores them in a transporter buffer. You need a fair bit of memory storage to hold it, but then when you turn the shower on, it uses the transporter and replicator technology to deliver the water at the temperature you program." Merri grinned. "I built a small working model for the junior applications fair at Starfleet Academy, but no one really paid much attention to it. They couldn't see the point." Trichon's eyes were wide with amazement. "That’s simply amazing. The practical application could be incredible. You're a genius, you know that?" Merri blushed a little. "Well, I kind of based it on an application that has been in use for years -- keeping coffee beans fresh by storing them in a transporter buffer. The shower just takes more memory for storage, and then the recycler and so on." "Still, that’s awesome. I never thought of using the transporter buffer in that way." "I'm always happy to share my ideas," said Merri, grinning. "Same here. All mine center around the warp core and shuttles though." Trichon smiled. "So where are you from?" Merri asked. "You said your parents are both gone, and no family...?" "New Tycho. My father was from one of the outer colonies and he met my mother on New Tycho. And then there was me." "Where exactly is New Tycho? I've heard of it but only in passing." Chocolate ice cream and marshmallow sauce tasted very good together when they melted in the bottom of the dish. "It's on Mars." Trichon finished up his dessert and leaned back, "My father was a farmer. It wasn’t really my thing, though, so I left for the academy. Well, left isn’t quite the word for it, I guess. More like ran away." "You ran away to the Academy?" echoed Merri. "But they accepted you. I mean, didn't your parents have to sign anything? Or were you already over age when you applied?" "My mom signed the forms. My dad never quite accepted the idea of Starfleet. So I left." "And you never got a chance to reconcile with him?" Merri guessed. "No. I never did." Trichon turned his gaze away. "I always hated him for the way that I was never good enough. I didn’t even go back when mom died." "I'm sorry," Merri said softly. "Well, enough on dwelling on the past. Let's get the check. There’s still lots to see around here." "Besides the plomeek soup at the monastery?" Merri teased gently. "I don’t know. The plomeek was pretty exciting." Trichon laughed. "But the food here was much better!" Merri laughed, too. "Now I know what people mean when they quote EAT AT JOE'S!" "I will now be one of those people." Trichon stood up. "Anyway, we will be leaving for Arcadia soon, better get in all the sightseeing we can. It's back to work soon." "Yep," agreed Merri. "And I think we're probably ready to sign out of therapy, so we can use the rest of our time for vacationing. I don't know what there is to see. Desert sunsets, at least." "Most definitely done with therapy. And desert sunsets sound quite nice." Merri just smiled. =/\=

A joint log from Warped Nacelle Productions... =/\= Merri was pretty happy with her Vulcan therapist, Solek. He was a Federation-trained physician and psychiatrist as well as being trained in Vulcan mind-healing techniques. He was able to help her get rid of the headaches the very first day, and after a couple days pronounced that she was ready to meet with a new therapist to deal with her aversion issues. She went to the appointment content that Solek would not lead her astray. Trichon had been trying to avoid a therapy session. He never felt comfortable with people playing with his head. He had finally been scheduled for an appointment. Trichon decided it would probably be in his best interest if he went. The meeting room was very comfortable, all in neutral tones with cushy couches and overstuffed chairs to relax in. Merri picked a soft comfy chair and waited for the therapist to arrive. Trichon stood outside the door to the room. He hesitated for a moment and then opened the door and entered the room. When the door opened, Merri turned to see who was coming in. To her surprise, it wasn't a Vulcan therapist. It didn't, in fact, look like a therapist at all -- it looked like her crewmate. The one who had dropped her on her head (twice!) and then sat next to her in the shuttle. She had been uncomfortable with him then because he just positively radiated uncomfortable emotions. Merri was pretty good at blocking empathic input, but with him sitting next to her it had been difficult. Now she wasn't sure how to respond. He seemed hesitant but she wasn't sure if it was because of her or some other reason. She looked at him directly and said, "Hi." Trichon nodded to Merri. "I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can come back later." "Oh, you weren't interrupting," she said. "I'm supposed to be in therapy to deal with aversion and I guess someone decided I had an aversion to YOU." She tried to smile. "I just wonder whether there'll actually be a therapist in this session or whether it's just the two of us and we're supposed to work it all out ourselves," she added wryly. "Sounds like a Vulcan to me." Trichon managed a small grin. "I wouldn’t even know where to start to work it out." "Well," Merri said with a small sigh, "maybe you should start by sitting down?" "I guess that’s as good place as any to start." Trichon sat in a chair across from Merri. "And we never were formally introduced," said Merri. "I'm Merri Meara-Callum, engineer." "Trichon Light, engineer. Pleasure to meet you." "Hey, I guess we're in the same department!" For the first time in many days, Merri grinned a genuine grin. "Where are you from? I never heard a name like yours before. Is it common where you come from?" "You know I don’t really know where my name came from. My father was an odd one." Trichon leaned back in his chair, "As to where I am from... New Tycho colony. How about you?" "I'm from Gaven." Merri shrugged. "You've probably never heard of it. It's an old colony but pretty isolated. Lots of farms, not much manufacturing." "You’re right. I have never heard of it, but then again I am not much for farms either. It was more of my dad’s thing." "Well, my da designs farm machinery, building it is one of the few industries on Gaven. And mum's a teacher. They weren't thrilled when I decided to join Starfleet but da was proud when I went into engineering." Merri smiled. "I think they were just worried about their one and only being so far from home." "Well at least your parents were a little supportive. My dad hated the idea of me in Starfleet." Trichon sighed, "But then again he never approved of a lot of things I did either. That’s just the type of guy he was, I guess." "Was? Is he gone now?" "He passed away not too long after I was stationed on the Arcadia." "I'm terribly sorry." Merri reached across to touch Trichon's hand. She was surprised at the sudden sharp mixture of emotions that came through that contact, and quickly barriered herself against them. She hoped he didn't think her pulling her hand away was rude. Trichon didn’t notice Merri pull away from him. "To be honest it didn’t surprise me too much. After mom passed away people said he wasn’t the same." Trichon twisted in his chair. "How about you? What made you become an engineer? It couldn’t have been the incredible pay." "Ha." It wasn't a real laugh, but Merri grinned with the sarcasm. "I like working with things, and making things work. And figuring out how they work, and making them better. You know." "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." She looked away while she talked. "And because I'm... well, I'm kinda empathic. And it's easier to work with machinery. It doesn't have feelings." Trichon eyes widened in realization. "So that’s why you seemed so distant on the shuttle. You were feeling, well, what I was feeling." Merri turned back to look at him and her eyes were moist as she nodded. "It was really hard to block it out, after having a concussion and all the drugs, plus the headache still wouldn't go away." She sighed. "It's still hard to block you out, and I'm not sure why. I've been working with Dr. Solek and my barriers have been pretty good. Except with you." She smiled gently. "Don't take it personally, I don't. I'm sure you aren't doing anything on purpose to make it that way." Trichon scratched his head. "I wonder why you would have problems with me. I don’t have any telepathic or empathic gifts. So you must have known how I was feeling on the shuttle huh?" "Well, maybe you have some baseline potential that's not really what you'd call a gift," said Merri. "And yeah, I knew how you were feeling on the shuttle. It was so awful it just made my skin crawl and my head ache more. I'm sorry I was so rude to you." "Its okay, really." Trichon turned his head away, "I was still dealing with what happened on the planet. That’s all." Bracing herself against the emotions she knew would come through, Merri reached to touch Trichon's hand again. "Have you worked through it by now?" she asked quietly. "It wasn't your fault, you know." Trichon felt a swell of anger boil up inside of him. "That’s just the problem though. Even though we were being manipulated on Arcady somewhere deep inside that’s the kind of person I am. It scares me to know that I am capable of doing things like that. I don’t deserve to be forgiven for what I did." Merri let the anger roll over her and squeezed his hand gently. "But think of all the things you COULD have done that you DIDN'T do," she pointed out. "You didn't violate anyone, you didn't kill anyone... you didn't even cause serious injury on purpose. You dropped me on my head, but it was from carelessness, not malice. It shows that even under evil influences, you're still basically a good, principled person." She smiled wryly. "If you weren't, you wouldn't feel so bad about it." Trichon shut his eyes and tried to hide the tears. "After everything that happened on Arcady, I couldn’t even look at myself. I had caused you injury and I put Honeycutt in sickbay. I never thought my hands were capable of destroying something. I have always used them to fix and create things. Never to destroy." Even though she felt every heartache and shudder going through Trichon, Merri hung onto his hand. "It's all right," she whispered. "Just let it out. When you share your pain it makes it easier to deal with." She didn't know where she had heard that before (it definitely wasn't Dr. Solek's style!) but it was so true. Trichon nodded, "Your right. So much has happened to me in such a short time. It’s nice to talk about it again. Here lately I have felt alone." "It's rough to suffer alone," said Merri. "You said your parents are both gone -- do you have any family at all?" "No." Trichon looked at Merri, "None at all." "Well, you mustn't shut yourself away," Merri insisted. "Us engineers have to stick together!" Trichon grinned, "Very true. Very true indeed." The door opened again, and a Vulcan woman entered. "My apologies for such lateness," she began, and then stopped when she saw them sitting near one another and their hands clasped together. "But I was told this was to be anti-aversion therapy," she said, clearly as confused as a Vulcan ever got. "I think we've more or less gotten over the aversion," said Merri, and flashed a grin at Trichon. "Oh yeah, Doc. No aversion here." The sudden rush of feeling she felt from Trichon when the Vulcan entered made Merri feel rather honored that he had opened up to her. He definitely wasn't comfortable with therapy! The doctor quickly regained her composure. "Are you, then, saying that you would rather not continue with the scheduled session?" she asked them, looking pointedly at Trichon. "I think it’s safe to say we're good, Doc." Trichon looked over at Merri. "What do you think?" She was still holding his hand, and squeezed it, smiling with her whole face. "I think we're going to be fine," she agreed. "Would you like to go get some lunch? I hear the plomeek soup here is pretty good." "Lunch sounds great. Although plomeek soup isn’t really my speed." Trichon turned to the Vulcan doctor, "Hey, Doc, any place to get a cheeseburger around here?" The Vulcan slowly raised her left eyebrow. "There is an outworlders' cafe a short distance from our complex. The receptionist can give you directions." "Thank you," said Merri as they got up to leave. And they left the therapist standing there staring after them. =/\=

Trichon sat in the mess hall eating his small meal by himself. He looked down at his hands were he had smashed the mirror. He had bandaged them himself the best he could not being able to face sickbay yet. He kept thinking people were whispering behind him. It was probably his mind playing tricks on him. He could almost make the voices out. "See him. Thats the guy who tried to kill Doctor Honeycutt." "Oh yeah I heard he also gave the new girl in engineering a concussion. What a savage. Cant believe the captain hasn't had him court martialed him yet." Trichon just continued eating his lunch. "Let them talk," he thought "there right I am a savage. I shouldn't be allowed to stay after what I did." He stood up and left the mess hall. He started to wander the corridors of the ship getting a passing glance every once and a while from another crew member. He felt like everyone was judging him. When in fact Trichon had already judged himself. He entered the nearest turbolift and was glad when the doors closed. "Shuttlebay 1." The turbolift began to move. Trichon exited the lift and headed quickly to the shuttlebay. He entered and went straight to a secluded corner of the room where his pet project sit. Trichon ran his hands over the smooth metal of the shuttle. He had finally started working on it right before the mission to Arcady prime but he was a long way from finished. He pulled a cart of tools over and opened a panel. He began working on the shuttle getting lost in his work. Hours slipped past before he had even realized it. It was well past midnight and he was still hard at work. Trichon sat back for a moment and looked over his work on a computer screen. In some strange way he thought by creating something he was atoning for his actions down on the planet. Every time he shut his eyes he kept seeing his fists smashing into Honeycutts face. He had to keep working had to keep busy. He stared at the Padd for a moment more and lifted his head up expecting to see his shuttle but instead the whole shuttlebay had been replaced with a rocky mountainside. Trichon quickly looked around and wondered what was going on, and then he saw something that he recognized. A man climbed out of a nearby cave. It was his father, a lot younger but it was still him. He was carrying something in his hands. Trichon quickly hid behind a small rock outcropping not wanting to be seen even if this was a dream. His father walked over to another man and they began talking. "I found it Gren. The legends were true. We found the heart my friend." his father said. The other man came closer and examined what his father was holding, "I'll be damned. It does exist. You crazy archeologist you. You did it. Were going to be rich you know this Gary." "Not rich Gren. We will be hero's. We need to return this to the people, not sell it." Trichon blinked and suddenly the shuttlebay was back. He wanted to see more even if it was a dream. The words from Arcady prime came back to him. The conversation he had with himself "Look to the logs for clues." All in due time Trichon thought. For now he needed to work some more. Sleep could come later. He turned back around and began working on the shuttle again. And the necklace began giving off a light blue glow, but its owner was too wrapped up in his own self-loathing to notice.

The rythmic beeps of the biobed were almost soothing to Chris. He had escaped from the sickbay once in the dark and it proved to be more harmful than helpful. It had seemed like he had gotten a bit of radiation sickness and he would have to spend a night in sickbay to fully recover. There was something about sickbay that always seemed to rattle him a bit. Chris never quite understood why. It was probably as a child his father was always threatened him. When he was younger and had traveled on the terraforming ship with his father some of the punishment he had received at the hands of his father were a bit worse than the other times. He had been told that if he told the doctors what had really happened that they wouldn't believe him at all, that they would run all sorts of experiments on him because he was a "dirty half breed". For the longest time Chris had believe him too. Never wanting to see a doctor at all. Even after being in Starfleet for these last few years he really didn't trust them. Of course he really didn't trust many people at all. Paranoia was a trait that he had due to his father. After running away he had taken a long time before he trusted anyone again. It wasn't until that young starfleet officer had turned his whole life around. One person had taken time to actually help Chris instead of pushing him aside because he was a half breed. Ever since than he trusted people a bit more, but was always wary of them at first. Thats why security was so perfect for him. If anything that sense of paranoia only helped him in his job. A young nurse walked over to Chris and checked his vitals and then left him. So far this assignment was going pretty decent. He had seen more action in the few weeks he had been aboard than his entire two years aboard the space station. The worse thing he had ever had to deal with there was a small bar fight, and bar fights were something that Chris had plenty of experience with during his wild academy days. His "wild" days. There were moments during those days that would haunt him for the rest of his life. His nasty klingon temper always threatened to rear its ugly head. Sometimes he hated his heritage but there were certainly advantages to being half klingon. Someday he might even have to find out what it truly meant to be a klingon, but that would have to wait. If he was going to get back to duty anytime soon he would have to rest. The doctor, what was her name? Chris remembered that she had said her name was Brianna. That was it Brianna. The doctor had been very adamant about him resting and not leaving before someone had told him he could leave. He focused on the rythmic beeps of the biobed and started to relax, before long he fell asleep.

Trichon sat in his quarters after beaming up from arcady prime. He was still covered in the dirt of the planet even though he had been back onboard the Arcadia for hours now. He sat on the bed and kept staring at his hands. He kept clenching them into fists and then uncurling them. His whole body ached. He replayed the scene over and over in his head. Tackling Dr Honeycutt to the ground and pummeling him. He hadn't even stopped after the man passed out. And he had threatened to do the same to Merri, the new engineer. He had dropped Merri on her head and provably gave her a concussion. While it was true that queen Alanda had been controlling him, Trichon still felt responsible for what he had done. He had heard rumors around the ship about how Honeycutt looked when he had been beamed up. He had heard that Merri was going to have to spend several days in sickbay. The fact that he was even capable of doing such things scared Trichon. When he had faced down the queen the way he had, Trichon truly was ready to kill her where she stood. The images fresh in his head. "Someday a man like me will kill you. Trust me." The queen deserved to die. She had twisted Trichon and made him do something he had never even dreamed he was capable of. How could he ever look at Merri again. Would he ever be able to face Honeycutt without remembering that he had nearly beat the man to death. The answer was no. He looked down at his fists again. Trichon had always used his hands to repair and fix things, never to destroy. He stood up and walked to the mirror. He looked at the face that stared back at him. He stared at the mirror for what seemed like hours. He didn't like what he saw. He brought his fist smashing into the mirror, shattering it into pieces. He fell to his knees and beat his hands on the floor until he couldn't feel them anymore. It was going to be a while before he was ready to face the person in the mirror again.

Starfleet Record Name: Chris "Trichon" Trinecar Age: 23 Rank: Ensign Serial Number: SC 643-128 Birthplace: Colony of Secara 7 Race: 1/2 Human, 1/2 Klingon Personal History: Chris's parents were terraformers. While on assigment on the deep space colony of Secara 7 there small outpost was attacked by Klingon maruaders. The maruaders stole most of the supplies and killed some of the colonists. Chris was the result of this attack. The pregnacy was a rough one and Chris's mother died during childbirth. Since that moment Chris's father blamed him for his wife's death. The next few years were rough for Chris. His father was abusive and they moved quite a bit giving Chris a unstable childhood. When he was about 13 he hid himself away on a small freighter and ran away from his father. Chris spent the next few years hopping freighters and resorted to petty theft to survive. He also got in his fair share of fights. Chris's klingon side always seemed to get the better of him. One day when Chris was 15 he was caught stealing in a marketplace on Hukara. A young starfleet officer was the one who caught him. He simply asked Chris why he was stealing. His answer. He didnt know any other way to live. The starfleet officer set Chris up with a shuttle trip back to earth and had him enroll in a school. Chris accepted the offer and began his journey to the academy. Academy File: Chris was not the best student in the world but he did put forth his best effort. He always seemed to get into more trouble around the campus. He became a very solitary person. It seemed like everytime he got around people his temper flared and he found himself in another fight. He took up a course's in the security division. His plan was to join up with the marines but due to his lackluster grades and his bad track record for getting into trouble upon graduation he was shipped off to a deep space station on security duty. His counsler suggested he take up meditation to help curb his temper. Chris spent 2 years on the station never expecting to get a transfer. His dream was to serve on a starship and to see the universe. One day after his security rounds he got a notice of transfer to a starship. The newly remodled USS Excalibur. There was no mention of how the transfer happened, but Chris was finnaly grateful for an oppurtunity to prove himself. Notes: Chris does not go by his given last name of Trinecar but by Trichon. The reason behind this is his deep hatred of his father. He is also skilled in several martial arts including kenpo, akido, and kickboxing. He is also very skilled using the batleth and tonfa sticks. Chris also was a avid boxer in the academy it was a way for him to take out his frustration in a healthy way.

Trichon finished his little jog and caught up with Ruca and the rest of the away team. He felt like his lungs were on fire. He had not had to run that much sense his first physical exam at the academy. He fell to his knees and looked up at Ruca, he blinked and when he opened his eyes everything had changed. He was no longer outside of a castle gate but in what looked like a library. A fire crackling to one side the only source of light in the room. The first thought he had was that the run had made him delusional and none of this was real. So he did what any sane man would do and pinched himself. It hurt. So the dream was out of the question. "Let me guess your trying to figure out whats happened to you." a voice from the shadows shook Trichon from his confusion. "Where am I? And who are you?" "Well for starters your home." the voice said. Trichon could only tell that it was a man and he sounded very familiar. "Impossible my home is on the Arcadia." "True. At the moment its on the Arcadia. As too who I am, lets just say you know me pretty well." The man stepped out from the shadows. Trichons eyes grew wide as recognition set in. The man in front of him was himself. A few years older a different style of haircut but it was him. "I bet your wondering whats going on. I know you are because I was in your spot once, and someday you'll be in mine." "It cant be. Your not me." "Trust me. I am you. How about some proof huh." "That would be nice" "Okay how about something nobody else knows. When you were 16 you passed up going out with Mindy McCrae just because your best friend wanted to date her, and you wanted him to be happy." "How in the world. I never told anyone about that. Nobody knows that except....." "You, well in this case me, but its all the same when it comes down to it. Now lets get down to business shall we. We don't have much time before your little time shift ends." "Oh no," Trichon said, "What about the mission. Its going to blow our cover if I just disappear like this." "Don't worry about it. From there point of view you'll have never left. It will be a blink of an eye for them. Now you have to listen to what I am going to say. Things have been set in motion which you cannot stop. I cant tell you much except that the events that are going to begin happening soon revolve around your father. Look to his logs for clues, and the main thing to remember is that the necklace is the key. If you remember anything else about our little discussion remember that." "The necklace is the key? I don't understand at all. If your a future version of me why cant you tell me more?" "The more you know the more danger you'll be in. Trust me though the less you know the better you will be. One more piece of advice before you leave. Look to Commander Dacatoh. She is your greatest ally in the time to come." "What do you mean my....." Trichon blinked again and he vanished from the library. Another figure appeared and looked over at the older Trichon. "Do you think he's ready?" "I know he's not ready. I wasn't then. He'll figure it all out though. His time shifts are just starting too. It wont be too much longer until things really start to get exciting for him. Not too much longer at all." ================ "...ally." Trichon had returned again to his time. He looked around and saw he was back on Arcady prime. Ruca shot him a quick look and he realized that he needed to get back into character. He continued to kneel by her side. He was puzzled by what had just happened. Had it all been some strange dream? What did his future self mean by the necklace was the key? While Trichon pondered all these questions the necklace that he wore under his shirt gave off a soft blue glow un-noticed by anyone.

Drab? DRAB? DRAB? I'll have you know our Sunday night academies are anything but drab. They are exciting and rich and cheesy... oh wait... thats the cheesecake.... But Sundays are not DRAB!! I didnt mean on STSF. I just meant sundays in my area are pretty boring. No offense meant.

I would be up for a sim on sundays. Sundays are pretty drab around here anyway. Sign me up.

Trichon stared off at the mountain and was wondering why he hadnt been focusing on the mission. The fact that Commander Dacatoh knew his secret had shaken him up. And then he began to think back to a time when his life was very different and he never focused on anything except girls and fun. There had only been one man who had taken the time to let him know that he was capable of so much more than that. As the class ended the professor stood at the front of the class. "And don't forget your essay on the theorys of Commander Charles Tucker are due in by tomorrow." He continued to stand and watch the class file out. He looked over and found the person he had been looking for. "Mr. Light. If you have a moment I would like to speak to you." A young man no more than 19 turned to look at him. A cute girl hanging off his arm giggling. "Sure Professor Hamiliton." he turned to the girl, "Go on ahead of me. I shouldnt be long I promise." the young girl giggled some more and skipped off. "So what did you want to talk to me about sir?" "Well to start with your grade in this class." "I thought I had an A in this class sir." "Yes you do have a A-. I think if you put some more effort and focus on the work you could possibily be the top student in this class." "Focus sir?" "Well for starters stop flirting with every girl in my class. Thats half your problem right there Mr. Light." "No offsense sir but thats a little personal. And as far as focus this class is just too....." "Easy." Professor Hamiliton cut him off, "Thats just it Trichon. You have so much potential in this class and all your other ones. The key is to apply yourself. You have an uncanny knack for Warp mechanics. And that brings me to the second reason I wanted to talk to you." "And that would be sir?" "I did some digging and found out that you want to work on developing new warp engines. Is that correct?" "It is sir." Trichon looked at the Professor. "Well I dont really think research is your thing. If you find this class easy and boring. Well development projects are going to bore you to tears. What you need is a way to challenge you every day. Something new coming at you every day." Trichon scratched his chin. "Makes sense sir. What would you recommend?" Hamiliton grinned. "Well for starters theres the Engineering Corp, but I think your skills would be best used on a Starship. Working in a engineering department on a starship will bring you new challenges and test your creative thinking everyday." "But I thought getting a starship assignment fresh out of the academy was pretty tough to come by." "Make you a deal. If you start applying yourself and showing me some focus in class I will help you out. Do we have a deal?" "Deal sir." Trichon reached out and shook his hand. From that day forward Trichon put everything he had into class. He still made some time for a social life but his work took priority now. Something the Professor had said sparked something in him. The idea of being able to work on a starship drove him. When he graduated Trichon was recommended to the Arcadia by an un-named benefactor, but Trichon knew that it had been Prof. Hamiliton who helped him get his assignment. A raindrop fell on Trichons head and shook him out of his daydream. It started raining harder now. Time to start focusing on the mission again. If he didnt he would be letting a mentor, and a friend down.

Gotta go with Arcadia. Not only do we have a soverign class. But marines a moose, and a pip daddy. What more can anyone ask for?

Asst Engineers Log Stardate 10308.29 Trichon sat quietly in the back of the shuttle on there way down to the planet. The shuttle had been stripped down to the bare essentials. Trichon sighed realizing that he was going to have to put the shuttle back toghether when they got back from this training mission. The chief had decided to put him in charge of the Shuttle Bays. So all maintence and such was now his responsibilty, and this poor stripped down shuttle would be his first job when they got back. As far as this training excersice went Trichon was actually very honored that Commander Dacotah had picked him to join her team. The one really strange thing though was from the moment he had met the commander just a few hours ago there had been a low buzz in the back of his head. It wasnt a big problem more like something nagging at him in the back of his head and once he aknowledged whatever it was it was trying to tell him the buzz would go away. Maybe once they got back Trichon would go to sickbay and get it checked out. Could it possibly have something to do with his El-Aurian half? Well the mystery would have to wait. Right now he had to focus on the mission. Commander Dacotah was relying on him to help her find the captain, and until that was accomplished Trichon was 100% dedicated to showing the commander what he was made of. He felt the shuttle set down on the planets surface. "Mr Light are you ready." Trichon looked up and noticed the commander looking right at him. He must have spaced out for a moment. "Yes commander ready whenever you are." He grabbed his phaser and his tricorder and stood up and exited the shuttle ready to start tracking down the captain and his team.

I am from Oklahoma. Yeah I know its Oklahoma were just kinda here. Know what I mean.