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Gosh, I havent tricked and treated for about 15 years now. Now, I pass out the candy to all the little pickles. And I usually dont dress up. Last time I did was at a church function a couple years ago. I went as my father. Since we looked so much alike (and we did everything together), it was hard to tell us apart. Dressing like him in his work clothes, complete with a pillow tied to my middle to create a "pook" and a colored in mustache, made us identical twins! I miss that Dad.

This is an interesting topic. I dont know what brought it up, but I like it! I guess I should read these boards more often, eh? Being a truck driver, I have been to all states but Alaska and have driven some into Canada. Driving into Canada is easy. Coming back is IMPOSSIBLE. Well, for a trucker, it is. You wait and wait and wait just to get a number to get in line to wait again. Its ironic that they look for nukes and illegal weapons when terrorists entered the planes with boxcutters. And if you bring mace to Canada, they confiscate it. I doubt a terrorist would get far at the councilate with an ounce of mace. But, then I guess thats the opinion that keeps me from getting voted into office. =0]

The Counselor of the starship Arcadia turned on her heels and began to pace back along the path she had made into the carpet of the bridge. By a counselor's standards, the past couple days had been horrific. Andrea was present for most of the troubles and the last event was the icing on the cake. Another turn. With each step, her dread and regret worsened. Andrea crossed her arms now and poised momentarily before the viewscreen. She stared into the now familiar backdrop of Risa, flowing in step with the ships orbit. The beautiful scene of a perfectly pristine planet and its solar system in the background was enough to make anyone want to jump ship and take up residence. However, this visit was different. After spending time in another dimension where this same beautiful planet was used as a penal colony, Risa just wasnt going to be the same. The Counselors eyes glazed over as her mind raced back to her encounter with the ships Engineer in sickbay. She recalled giving several suggestions to Jaruq's problem, but all were disregarded. Couldnt they have even attempted to bring Tom back safely? They are one of the best crew among the finest fleet in the Galaxy, and they couldnt figure out a simple pattern degradation issue? Technologically, they had come so far, and yet, they still had quite a distance to go. Perhaps they had spent too much time on medications to dampen the pain in the 20th and 21st centuries, and not enough time on cures. Maybe if their love for power and wealth were not a driving force then, just perhaps they would be futher along today. Perhaps. But all that was in the past, now. Even in the alternate dimension, factors that could have changed for a better future did not happen. In fact, it seemed as though they were WORSE off. What a horrible thought it was to consider having to remain in a time not your own and try to fit in, knowing the possibilities of alternate choices. Perhaps that knowledge could help this alternate dimension. Perhaps Thomas would actually bring some healing or change in his new realm. And perhaps his way of life just might bring about a revolution in his new time. One could only hope for the best. Right at the last moment, just before Andrea left sickbay with Commander Jaruq contemplating his future, Andrea caught a glimpse of his expression. He was standing by a molecular diagnostic scanner looking straight forward. As suddenly as she had glanced his way and disappeared through the doorway, she felt an overwhelming feeling of confidence. Though she couldnt justify the feeling from the expressions on the room, it was undeniably present. It was like something tangible in the room. As if feelings or senses of being had aromas. And this one smelled calming, like lavender. Taking in a long breath and remembering the smell of lavender again, Sr. Lt Knlwtchr unfolded her arms and looked over towards the viewscreen again. Her mind was filled with the confidence of a Commander about to embark on a whole new journey; a test of his most sharpened abilities; a Final Frontier. A sudden gush of envy swept over her. And she was all the more proud for having made his acquaintance

I remember being very young watching Star Trek TOS with my father. I loved the stories and ESPECIALLY Mr. Spock. I loved Leonards voice. Yum yum! I also enjoyed the doctors responses to over exaggerated demands on his abilities. Remember the comebacks? "Im a doctor, not a..." And they continued into Voyager. I love it! BTW, who remembers some good "Im a doctor, not a ..." one liners?

The USS Arcadia's ships counselor was exhausted. When she finally re-materialized onboard again with the last of the crew members, she was so relieved, she didnt know what to do first: kiss the bulkhead or hit it hard, passing out before making contact. It took nearly all of her effort to make her right knee bend and step off the padd. With a glance and a long exhail, she took a mental note of those she recalled seeing beam out with her. They were all there. Good. Everyone had made it back. Another cause for relief. Well, almost. Not everyone had made it back. Lt. Knlwtchr brought her hand to her forehead and massaged it gently. She knew what she was in for in the coming weeks, nay months, and she wasnt particularly looking forward to it. Andrea stood watching the science officers that were still around her discussing the destinations of each science kit and case. He young crewmen were having a hard time finding enough hands amongst the five of them for the eleven cases that sat in waiting. "Ill just try to carry two." One offered. "Are you kidding? They each weight atleast a quarter ton." Another shot back. "Guys, we can always come back..." Andrea crossed the room towards the cases, evading detection from the team. With her right hand, she grasped a case by it's comfort-gripped handle and moved for the lift. "Come along, gentlemen. Its on my way." One officer smiled and watched as she almost struggled with the case, shifting all of her weight to her left. In a short time, they were all moving towards the lift. The young men entered after Andrea, each setting down two cases behind them. The tired Lt. set hers down behind her, turned, and then sat on it, leaning against the lift wall. The first science officer keyed the console to order the lift into action. The movement and hum of the lift resonated around Andrea as she could feel herself relaxing. It was not long before her brain had shut out all sounds and lights from inside the tiny room. Nor did she look up when the lift came to a stop. And a hand was placed on her shoulder. "Lt? Counselor? This is your stop." The voice broke into her sleepy haze and her eyes focused slowly onto the young science officer before her. A smile spread accross his face. "Yes, of course. Thank you, Lt." Andrea stood and found she was being escorted down the corridor by two of them, the others holding the door and waiting for their return. They achieved entry to the Counselors quarters and waited in the doorway as she stepped inside. 'Sweet dreams' was the last thing she heard just before she fell over sideways after sitting on the bed. Lt. Andrea Knlwtchr Counselor USS Arcadia 1742E

So, you've been stuck with Moose and Dac, eh? Im SO sorry. Im Ships Counselor onboard their vessel, the USS Arcadia. If you need any rehabilitation time...well, Ill keep my comms open. :P Welcome STSF Sketti!

Is anyone going to Shoreleave in Baltimore this year? <<Sorry, that would be "ShoreLeave EAST, not ease. =0] >>

What I meant was that since we were calling Vegas "Shoreleave west", that Baltimore would be referred to "Shoreleave East". I had only gone twice, and had very much enjoyed just hanging out with folks and with the writers and actors. The only reason I havent returned yet is that I never had the money. I was too involved with my father. But, now that I finally can go again, it seems everyone is going to meet accross the country. I can say, I am very disappointed. But, I still hope you all have a good time. Ill just have to settle with harrassing you all online. =0] Knl

Dr. Beverly Crusher closed her tricorder and finished enteries into the biobed console. The smile on her face hardly subsided when she removed the diagnostic console from over the teenage boy below. She looked down at him and took note of his now closer to normal pupal dialation. The red haired doctor entered another notation and looked up at the chronometer. The boy, who had been resting most of the afternoon, closed his eyes slowly and released a slow breath. Then he lifted his head and began to attempt to sit up on his elbows. Turning to the sound one makes when trying to move in his condition, the good doctor resisted touching the boys shoulder. She could imagine the pain he might be feeling. After a long climb in the sun in the Pocono Mountains on Earth, he had lost energy, then his grip, and had fallen nearly twelve feet before his safety rope yanked him to a stop. But not before hitting several branches on the way down. The young man had suffered a dislocated shoulder, a broken finger, scrapes, bruises, and third degree rope burns in his palms. Laying back again, the boy was thankful his mother served aboard a starship. He had heard many things about the USS Enterprise and its CMO from his mothers messages home. He and his sister Andrea relished the chances they had to spend summers onboard. Though this wasn't the way he wanted to spend this visit, he was glad to be there, none the less. Dr. Crusher added an ampule to a hypo and administered the dose to the boys neck. "That should help with the pain." Then a killer Dr. Crusher smile. "You have a visitor." Moving aside, the doctor looked back at her patients sister, who was stepping forward carefully. A young Andrea Knlwtchr placed her hands carefully on the biobed and considered her brother. "Didn't pack a lunch, did ya genius?" Samuel's eyes glimmered as he shot back, "My servant slept in this morning." A wide smile spred across Andrea's face as she looked down on Samuel. She watched as he slowly closed his eyes again. Then she turned her gaze on the bio readout above his bed. She stared, watching the screen strobe and flash as it updated every fifteen seconds... ...The biographical readout that was turning from side view to front view not only had human components, but was also now riddled with Borg implants. Andrea blinked and broke the stare that had thrown her thoughts into memories of the past. She leaned in closer to read the drones ID number as her eyes welled up. "Oh, Samuel."

"Holy Makinoly." Andrea Knlwtchr leaned into the console before her and narrowed her eyes. As her eyes adjusted to the combination of dim, strobing green light and the darkness of the dead console panel, she could just make out what appeared to be an image behind. Leaning in now so that her nose almost touched the panel, she rested her hand lightly onto the terminal below. With a rush of yellow light, the panel before her filled with Borg hyrogliphics, rushing upward for a moment or two before stopping abruptly. Then it repeated the action. Andrea looked down and realized that her fingers were still lightly touching the sensitive screen below. She raised her hand quickly and backed up in time to see the terminal screen come to a halt again. The Counselor looked around alittle to make sure no one else on the away team had seen what she had done. Her eyes fell upon Commander Jaruq and she paused in a child-like, wide-eyed, teeth-griting stance. Luckily, he still had his back to her. That is, until she returned her gaze to the screen. "Incredible." Andrea just couldnt help it. Its was incredible. This was their only chance at finding out as much as they could about the Borg and their technology. The damage, if any, was already done. Frankly, she was having a hard time feeling bad about tampering with the console. If they were going to get anywhere, they would have to take some small chances. Running through the screen again, the Leuitenant recorded the information onto a padd. She made a mental note to be sure to add the information to the UT later. For now, however, she was determined in gathering more details about their cybornetic friends.

Lt. Franklin Greer shifted in his seat and began to wring his hands. The sweat that had formed in his palms seemed to be pooling quicker with each passing moment. Pressing his hands into his pant uniform, he leaned forward and looked up at a calm and poised Counselor seated before him. She returned his glance with a warm smile. Franklin turned away quickly and jumped to his feet. "Well, I am sure you read my report. It was terrible. We couldnt communicate with them. We couldnt resist them. We fired our weapons, and nothing. Nothing at all! I have never been on a mission like that. Its keeping me up at night. I cant eat. I cant go into the holodeck." Greer began to pace. He rounded the couch in which the ships Counselor was seated. She compensated by turning towards him. Then he continued. "I talked to the security Chief about it and she suggested I come see you. I mean, if I cant do my job, Im pretty useless, right?" Franklin furrowed his brow. He had made his way back to face Counselor Knlwtchr now and was returning to a seated position. He looked down to see he had also returned to nearly rubbing the veins closed in his hands. Andrea Knlwtchr waited another full couple of seconds to make sure he had finished his thought. Then she reached over and held his hands still. "I know you were freightened and that was perfectly natural. But, now you are safe. You did complete what you were assigned to do. Colonel Quest had nothing negative to say about your performance." Andrea paused to let her statement fully sink in. She wasnt sure he believed what she had just said, but only time would confirm it. She released his hands and clasped her own. "Frank, your experiences with the Squids will remain with you for as long as you live. Its not what you remember about them, but how you handle those memories that will dictate how you will continue from now on." Another pause. The Counselor considered her patient for a moment. Here was an established Security Officer conditioned by Starfleets Military for most of his life to protect his crewmates from injury. He had been on countless dangerous missions, encountered his enemies on home and away turfs, and had served exponentially well on many away teams. Yet, here he was, nearly broken from his encounter with the Squids. Andrea remembered his words from his report. Greer had stated that he and his fellow crewmates had fired upon them, but nothing happened. Their defenses were useless. They could do nothing to stop anything the Squids had in mind. Franklin had spent years in training for combat, and otherwise, defenses. And now he was up against a force that he could not rekon with. It must have been devistating to be out of options, out of ideas, and out of his element, all in one point in time. It only made sense that the Leuitenant would lose his composure. "Leuitenant, do you think that all your military conditioning would prepare you for every encounter you would experience with Starfleet?" Greer considered the Counselors words before he answered. "Well, I suppose not EVERY encounter, but 99.9%" Andrea nodded. "And now you have experienced some of the other .1%. You helped make it through a nearly impossible mission. You should be very happy with your performance." Andrea noticed he had stopped shifting in his seat and wringing his hands so much. She released a quiet sigh of relief. Franklin thought a moment and blinked. "I never thought about it that way. But, it makes sense, I guess." "Leuitenant, I want you to try to focus on relaxing for the next few days. This has taken quite a toll on you, mentally and physically. I will inform the Security Chief of your down time." Franklin nodded. "Dictate a hololetter to your sister. Enjoy some ice cream in Ten Forward. Visit the holodeck. Do something that will reward the fact that you were handed an impossible mission...and passed." Andrea smiled and stood as Greer did. "Thank you, Counselor. I will." The Junior Leuitenant watched as he exited. Then, she turned towards the replicator. "Speaking of ice cream..." LtJg Andrea Knwltchr Counselor USS Arcadia NCC 1742 E

The elder Romulan adjusted her coat in the mirror and narrowed her eyes. She leaned in closer and attempted to raise her brow as her infernally logical cousins often had. She turned her head to one side and practiced a few times, adjusting her eyebrow movements. Furrowing and raising and tilting her head in towards the light. Then she straightened and practiced from a distance a few times. “Totally illogical.” A pause. Posturing. “Totally illogical.” And then the doors hissed open. “What is totally illogical?” The female Romulan turned in disgust at having been caught in such a ridiculous posture. She turned from the mirror and faced her brother, attempting to appear intimidating. “Don’t you know how to request entry? Must you barge into my quarters as if you were assigned to them?” The older Romulan just waved away the notion and headed straight for a cabinet nestled in the other side of the room. “Please, Una. You never could intimidate me, even when we were children. You just don’t have it in you.” Reaching into the cabinet, he retrieved a flask and a small glass. Then he turned his glance towards his sister. “Are you having one?” Una crossed the room and stood, waiting for him to retrieve a glass for her as well. She refused to allow him to see the disdain and frustration in her eyes. It was too late. Her brother only smiled broadly. “Lanok, I don’t have time for this. What have you discovered?” As the older sibling poured, he watched his sister take the first glass. Then he returned the flask to the table top and pushed in the cork. Lanok raised his glass in a toast to Una and took in a deep breath. “To my sister: The bravest woman ever born on Romulus. May she ever appreciate her stealth in retrieval and...” “LANOK!” The elder brother chuckled. “For someone with such notable abilities, it’s a shame you cannot number patience among them.” Then he drank from the glass. “Your task was a success, sister. We now have our much needed information about the Federation. The USS Providence’s wounded were returned with no noticeable harm done and our tactical officer is planning a more...profitable mission.” Una furrowed her brow and considered her older brother. She flashed shortly on what it had taken for her medical team to get the information from their captives. It was all part of their mission to gain access to certain Federation Starships and pose periodically as Starfleet officers. But this mission was alittle different. Somehow the RES Talon had information about certain Starfleet officers that baffled Una’s mind. How could they have know so much about these officers? Had they already had infiltrator’s in Starfleet before this mission? Were there already Romulans living amongst Humans, or maybe even Vulcans? Perhaps there were Romulans POSING as Vulcans, perhaps even at that moment. The thought intrigued Una, more than she ever thought it would have. She blinked and brought herself back to real time, closely considering her brother who was smiling broadly again. “Are you practicing your Vulcan again?” Andrea suddenly took in a long breath and almost dropped the padd Yeoman Hilton had just handed her. The flash of memory that had just befallen her as she took the padd she immediately recognized as that from the meld she had experienced with her Grandmother, Una Knlwtchr. Una had touched her just moments before death and had relayed with all she could muster all she could from her life. Andrea could do nothing but take it in and sort it out later. Now those memories were flooding over her, as if she had lived them all herself. “Counselor, are you all right?” The Counselor looked at Hilton and nodded. “Yes, thank you. I will look into it. Thank you.” Stepping away from the Yeoman now, Andrea made a B-line for Captain Moose’s ready room. She only hoped she could relay it all without sounding like a lunatic. LtJg Andrea Knlwtchr Counselor USS Arcadia NCC 1742

Hayden walked away from the shuttle bay, still feeling like she'd come away from a mental tug-of-war. Thankfully, she didn't end up in the mud, but then, neither did the Coalition Ambassador. She stepped into the turbo lift. "Bridge," she commanded her mind replaying the meeting over and over again. The Federation Ambassador was suffering from the same condition as the Captain. Was it possible? And the situation on Felinia. The Coalition Ambassador was assuming that the Arcadia would have to travel through Felinian space in order to reach Paktar, and if Felinia remained embroiled in civil war, there was no way for the Arcadia to pass through and obtain clearance into Paktar space. And the Sokur Station, she needed to get briefed on the status of that immediately. She pressed her forehead to the cool metal of the turbo lift. She had felt the Benai try to pry into her mind. It had been a long time since she'd felt a power like that, and to be honest it unnerved her. She had been successful in blocking his attempts to break into her mind, and yet in that very success she had confirmed to him that she was indeed, not, a typical humanoid. The doors hissed open and she squared her shoulders to face the crew. She knew they were all wondering if her memory had returned, and she had come to the point where she couldn't give a flying fart what they thought. Personal memories aside, she was still a competent officer and would do her job until the Captain said otherwise. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar face and groaned inwardly. At that moment she would have rather seen Dr. Telano than Counselor Knlwtchr. "Commander!" In almost a yell, Andrea sprang to her feet and began to advance up the ramp to the turbolift. "May I have a word with you?" Hayden paused looking toward the ready room, and then back at Andrea, "Counselor, how good to see you. I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment, perhaps you could check my schedule and set up a time ... ?" her voice trailed off hoping she'd get out of this meeting. Andrea waved away the notion. "Commander, I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." Moving towards the Ready Room doorway, the confident Counselor blocked the Commanders way and motioned back toward the turbo lift. "It is, after all, of most significant importance, I promise" With a smile, Andrea poised and patiently waited for the next protest she knew was probably coming. "Counselor, I'm sure you're aware the that I've just returned from a meeting with the Coalition Ambassador. The Captain is waiting for my report." "Well aware, Commander. However, I am sure he is well aware of the foremost importance of your physical and emotional health." The Junior Lieutenant watched the First Officers reaction and then added. "I would be happy to give you a tardy slip, if you like." Hayden sighed and motioned Andrea to the Conference Room. "It's here, or nothing" Andrea stepped aside and nodded. "Lead on, Commander." Hayden turned on her heel and walked into the conference room, biting her tongue to keep from releasing an verbal onslaught on Andrea. She turned to Lt. Garnoopy. "Lieutenant. I am in the Conference room with Counselor Knlwtchr. However, should the Captain inquire as to my whereabouts, please indicate to him that he's to interrupt our meeting." She gave Andrea a small smile and entered the Conference Room and turned to face her. "Okay, shoot." Carefully, Andrea considered Hayden before her and chose her words. She walked around to the far side of the room and took a seat. Folding her hands on the table before her, Andrea leaned in and looked into Hayden's eyes. "Commander, I wanted a moment or two," 'or three', she thought, "to speak with you about your recent episode in Sickbay. I want to help you to restore as much memory as we can." Andrea paused and watched Hayden's body language, clearly in distraction. Taking a seat, opposite Andrea, Hayden looked directly at her. "Andrea, I have been over all of the reports from Arcady Prime. I've read, in detail, how Major StarDust struck me repeatedly with a silver candlestick, while Lt. Garnoopy looked on. As a physician, I am quite aware of how seriously I was injured and am equally aware of how such an injury can interrupt one's memory. What more do you think you can add?" Keying in certain sequences into her PADD, Andrea then returned her eye contact with the First Officer. "I have no conflict with your injuries, Commander." Hayden rubbed her forehead. "What's that?" Hayden asked suspiciously Andrea picked up the PADD, turned it around, and passed it towards Hayden. "This is my initial assessment of your injuries and their effects on your memory. You may take a look if you like." Then she continued. "My conflict is that your memory loss did not occur until AFTER Dr. Honeycutt's surgery. Now, either that is an indication to a psychological mystery or a problem that far exceeds being pounded in the head." "Well then, perhaps you should be talking to Dr. Honeycutt." Counselor Knlwtchr stood and rested a leg against the table beside Dac and took one of her hands. "Hayden, I am not your enemy nor do I intend to be classified in such a manner. I want to help you, but I need your cooperation to do that." Andrea considered the Commander and continued. "What was the last thing you remember before waking up in Sickbay? "I was taking a shower," Hayden paused thoughtfully. "I was mentally making up my report to the Captain. I knew Ziggy would be feeling guilty about what happened." Andrea raised an eyebrow suspiciously at Dac. Ziggy feel guilty? She made a mental note to return there shortly, but let Hayden continue. "I know he was being influenced by Queen Alanda, as was Lt. Garnoopy. Otherwise why would he have attacked me so? And why would the Lt. have stood by and watched?" Andrea nodded in agreement. Hayden paused, her brows furrowing in concentration. "That's it, my last thought. I had to make my report to the Captain." Intrigued, Andrea released Hayden's hand and leaned against the table top. "Hayden, do you remember beaming down to the planet?" Hayden cocked her head to one side, "Of course. Lt. Colonel Quest and I were in command. However, we let you and Lt. Lane appear to be the women in charge." Andrea nodding and added: "Do you remember our tenure on P'Jem?" "I didn't go to P'Jem. I was recovering from my head trauma, or so records indicate." This time the Counselor stood up and took the nearest seat. "Do you recall being on Granada II?" "If you're asking me about the aspects of the mission, yes, I can tell you that. I've read the reports. If you're asking me details of conversations with others. No. I don't remember." Andrea shook her head, "No, I don't mean any reports you may have read. I mean, do you remember setting foot on Granada II? Do you remember beaming back to the Arcadia because he had lost Moose and had to regroup? What do you physically remember?" The Counselor watched Commanders Dacotah's facial expressions carefully. She knew it was important to know just what the Commander remembered and how well. "Nothing." Hayden said simply leaning back in the chair. "Not a damn thing." Andrea nodded again and crossed her legs. "Alright. Now, what do you remember clearly before that?" Hayden paused .... "Clearly? I was Chief Medical Officer. I was involved with an incredible man. It's all pretty fuzzy" Picking up the PADD now, Andrea read over some records and then replaced it onto the table. "Yes, Sidney Jordan. Is that right?" "Yes." Hayden felt the familiar ache at the memory of Sidney, but kept her face impassive. Andrea blinked, considering Dac carefully again. Something was looming over her thoughts like a swarm of bats. If her memory was not blocked at a specific point in time TO a specific point in time in the past, she might understand better what was going on. But, it appeared that Hayden's memory block started several days before the CAUSE of the block had occurred. Though she hated to admit it, LtJg Knlwtchr was definitely confused. Taking up the PADD again, she began to enter notations. Then she set down the PADD and looked up at Dac. "Commander, do you feel inhibited in any way to preform the duties of First Officer? Are you confident enough in yourself, even with your memory loss, to continue?" "What do you think, Counselor? Do I exhibit any characteristics that would warrant you to recommend my removal from duty? Andrea, I can't force my memory to return. I can only do my job and it will return on it's own volition" Andrea clasped her hands together and nodded cooly. Though she had at least fifty more questions to ask, it was obvious she wasn't going to get much further here and she could tell Hayden wanted to end this meeting as soon as they could. "What I think right now is that you are fully functional and capable of performing your duties as First Officer. However, I would like to set up more sessions in the next few days to monitor your progress." "I'll make you a deal," Hayden said, looking at Andrea thoughtfully. "I will arrange it for you to accompany me on any and all away teams so that you may observe me and, if time and the situation permits, ask me all the questions that are still swarming around your head. Deal?" Andrea nodded. "Deal." Hayden smiled, and while on one hand she felt a relief of being done with their session, she felt as though she's just given Andrea the key to Pandora's box. Andrea remained seated, taking the PADD from the table again. "Thank you, Commander. Would you like me to accompany you into the Captains Ready Room?" Then she noticed the chronometer. "It has been over an hour." "Thank you, Andrea. I think you will be most interested in my report." Pushing away from the table, Andrea stood and politely waited for Hayden to stand. She released a sigh of relief. 'At least now,' she though, 'I have something to go on." Hayden L. Dacotah, Commander First Officer USS Arcadia NCC-1742-E LtJg Andrea Knlwtchr Counselor USS Arcadia NCC 1742 E

Andrea Knlwtchr turned and placed a foot where she had just removed it. Her pacing had picked up alittle in the last couple of minutes and she could tell it was beginning to get to the Ship's Captain. But she just couldnt help it. For it was the Captain's decision making that had caused this lump in her throat. The Counselor poised for a moment during a silent moment on the bridge and considered him again. "Captain, I..." But the lump seized her breathing and caused her to lose her train of thought. She knew how to formulate the words she was dying to express, but her throat just wouldnt let the words come out. She blinked and looked away from Moose's anticipatory gaze. The Captain only waited with that patience only a leader possesses. Andrea caught a glimmer in his eye and a thought flashed through her mind. What was he thinking at that moment? Why had he let his First Officer go off on a mission to the Coalition Ambassador so shortly after her latest episode? And why oh why had he done so without making sure she had a visit to their friendly local head shrink? The Junior Lieutenant waved away Captain Moose in an apologetic manner and continued in her pacing. Nor was she glad for the distraction with ships goings-on soon after. The words were still swirling in her head. The actions she wanted to take for Commander Dac were still holding on the screen of the PADD resting in the crook of her arm. And there wasnt a darn thing she could do about any of it until this mission was over. That seemed to be the norm aboard the Arcadia. Everything of emotional and psychological importance had to wait until the mission was completed. Andrea looked toward the entryway of the bridge and wondered why that was? In her opinion, her job should take precedence over any missional pursuit, considering the importance of mental and emotional stability requirements for such actions. Lt. Knlwtchr made a mental note to bring this notion up to her Captain and First Officer the first chance she had. Andrea blinked and snapped out of her trance. She realized that an ensign had picked up the PADD she had let slip off her arm and was trying to hand it back. "Counselor?" The young scientist furrowed his brow. "Are you alright?" Then he leveled the PADD for her. Andrea only released a long sigh. "I will be, Ensign. I will be." LtJg Andrea Knlwtchr USS Arcaida NCC 1701 Counselor

The room was dark. But the cautious Ensign stepped inside anyway, trying to let her eyes focus quicker than they were actually able. She let her hands lead the way inside the small meditation dome, built on the outside of P'Jems Monestary. Andrea was sure to see to her crew members getting to the places they wanted to be first. After landing the shuttle craft, many of the crew members knew right were they were going and made a b-line to their destination. Some wanted counsel. Others did not. Ensign Knlwtchr did not want to make her fellow crew mates seek guidance. After all, Moose's orders were to make the monestary available. And Andrea agreed. But when Andrea finally found a moment for herself, she sought that which she was trained to administer. Nor was she unaware of the rare treat their captain had made available to his crew. The Counselor had always wanted to check out the Monestary, but never had a chance. Who would have guessed she would have this opportunity? As her fingertips found what appeared to be a stone bench, she sat quietly and adjusted her civilian clothes. Andrea found it almost ironic that she was sitting in a dark room, after what she had recently been through. Sure, their encounters on Arcady were unusual and disheartening, but none as disheartening as the lose of her father. Ensign Knlwtchr closed her eyes and decided to try to relax. The smells of the room and the dampness about the atmosphere made for a distant feel. Images in her mind became three dimensional as they swirled in her head, causing the Counselor to catch herself from dozing off several times. Finally, an image that had burned in her memory remained, and she was forced to relive it again. Andrea began to tear up as she remembered, in a very real way, kneeling over her father, taking him in her arms, and giving him an ardent embrace. She remembered the warmth in his as he returned the jesture. Andrea could still feel his heart beating rapidly, smell her fathers smell, and hear his voice in her ear as he said he had loved her. And Andrea returned the sentiment with more adoration she had ever felt. And then she kissed his cheek. As she released her hold on him and straightened up again, she looked down on her declining father and choked back sobs. In her mind, she knew he was going, she just wouldn't let her heart believe it. And when he breathed his last and passed away, Andrea felt her inner core, shaking with grief, resonate clear through to the skin. And she collapsed.... ...and fell out of her chair to her knees. "Oh, father. I love you so much. Goodbye, father. Goodbye." The Vulcan counselor let loose of his grasp on Andrea and opened his eyes. Then he rested a hand on the grief stricken counselor's shoulder. The elderly vulcan raised a brow. "Your grief is derived from not having said a proper goodbye to your father." He stood. "But it is not too late. You can say goodbye now and still remember your father honorably." Andrea got to her feet and considered the elder counselor through a teary haze. She nodded slowly and took in a deep breath. "That's what I want, Counselor." Taking his hand now, "thats what I want." And they melded again.

The USS Arcadia's Counselor looked over towards the ships Navigations officer and attempted not to let on that she had noticed him advancing down the corridor towards her. She shifted in her stance and considered a barrage of scenarios. Then she took action. Stepping backward toward her cellmate, she called out to their operations officer and smiled. "Garn, wait." As she stepped back alittle more, she noticed she had atleast gotten him to stop and turn back before he had noticed Marx. She noticed Will slowing his paces as to not grab the entranced Lieutenants attention. Andrea's heart lept in her chest. Now, if only she could KEEP Garn's attention. Suspiciously, Lt. Garnoopy advanced towards the cell holding Lucy and Andrea. His eyes scanned the cell for disturbances and then returned back to the Counselor. Ensign Knlwtchr only smiled in return and reached under the folds of her dress. "I have something for you." The deceitful ensign knew she had him now because he had leaned forward to take the opportunity to atleast quench his curiosity. Stepping closer now, he narrowed his vision and turned his head in an attempt to see what his prisoner had for him. "Just hand it to me." Andrea shot a glance at Lucy, who was watching Garn intently. It was obvious she too was trying hard not to let Garn know he had a surprise visitor behind him. The Counselor attempted her best sheepish grin and pulled out her hand. She formed her fingers around an invisible, small object. "Its too tiny. Ill have to show it to you." Ensign Knlwtchr considered the Operations officers pondering now. She stood poised, waiting, hoping he would take the bait. But, he wouldnt have to. Before he could change his mind and turn to leave, Marx had delivered his blow, leaving Andrea to wonder how many times she would be entertaining Lt. Garn's visits to her office for THIS encounter. Perhaps, she thought, just perhaps, he would only remember it as a broken, disoriented dream. However, as this action only innitiated an escalated scuffle, Andreas hopes were quashed. Nor did it make things better when she found herself dancing around her cell, trying to shake off the pain in her hand after delivering a surprisingly good, sound punch to the jaw.

Andrea considered Queen Alanda and felt her heart sink slowly. The Matriarch had just asked her what she and her crew were really doing there in her kingdom. Andrea would have liked nothing more than to just come out and tell her the truth. However, obviously she knew she could not do that. Her only option was to continue to stall. Scanning her memory now, the ships counselor recalled her training at Starfleet. In her opinion, her observation of this queens behaviour was not much different than that of the Arcadia crew. Sure, there were notable cultural differences, but no matter how you slice it, human behaviour is human behaviour. And if one can understand the "rules", certain behaviours can be predicted. However, having knowledge of the rules did not help to prepare Andrea for the Queens persistant questioning. She felt herself almost leaning back under the weight of the Queens pressure. Oh, how she now wished for the good old days when her only responsibility on the Arcadia was navigation. Ensign Knlwtchr took a step back and innocently raised a splayed hand to her chest. She lowered her head and kept her eyes on the target, batting her eyes in an attempt to look surprised. She could tell that the Queen was not buying it. It didnt matter, though. Soon, the ships counselor would wake up screaming in her quarters, having spared her slumber of anymore of this nightmare... ...anytime now... ...NOW would be good... Bummer. Innitiate plan B...

Andrea poised over the package she had created before she left the Arcadia. She opened the paper walls wider and tried to remember what she had learned about the Arcadyans. Though she wasnt sure what kind of personalities she would encounter, the Counselor knew she would be safe with strategic board games, a deck of cards with intricate colors and designs, and "feel good" items like lotions and bath salts. The middle aged ensign decided to start with the entertainment first. Reaching inside the package, Andrea pushed passed the deck of cards and brought out a small, wooden chess board. She offered the vision to the towering Queen before her. "My Queen. Have you ever played?" As the suspicious Queen considered the 24th century actress before her, Andrea caught a glimpse of interest in her eye. Glancing down at the package, she noticed that the salts and soaps were in clear view. But those would have to wait. Andrea had her audience captured with curiosity for now, and she also had the foothold of atleast holding that attention for another "stage act". All she had to do was stall for time. With a shift of her eyes now, Andrea considered her surroundings again. She noticed that it wasnt only the Queens interest she had won. It almost seemed as though these women were so busy throwing their weight around, they had forgotten about the true luxuries of life. If only the Counselor could help them understand the details of their lives were so...trivial: that keeping slaves might be empowering, but it only served to hold them bound by the restraints of constant supervising. Queen Alanda's eyes raised from the board game to Andrea's. Then, she smiled broadly and nodded. "Please, proceed." Andrea now reached in for the chess pieces and paused. It occurred to her that her copy of this game depicted a towering male king standing next to an equally statured female. She looked up at Alanda, considered for a moment about the Prime Directive, and then brought out the checkers. 'Perhaps another time.' Andrea promised herself. She set up the small pieces and began to explain the rules of the game, being careful to drag out the pauses a long as possible.

Ensign Knlwtchr stepped off the transportation she had utilized to gain access into Alanda's Castle. She looked around to her "party", counted heads, and released an inner sigh of relief. Then she took Mr. Spocks hand and landed firmly on the course ground beneath them. A barely noticable wink was her only response to the kind security officer. Keeping in step with the group, Andrea caught sight of the common folk gathering around their villages newcommers. The new ensign scanned the deprived, destitute, and seemingly soul-less crowd of people watching the away team advance into the castle. Many faces her eyes fell upon were small, sunken, and utterly filthy. Some were standing motionless. Some begged with their hands outstretched. Some were laughing and running along behind the crowds, oblivious to their destitute existance. The adults were not any better off. In fact, it looked as if any kind of food or "wealth" the adults obtained were given to the children. When you think the children must be starving, you get a look at the adults and realize real suffering. Most of them just stood, watching the caravan as if they were hopeful their long awaited "Moses" had arrived. Andreas heart sank. More than anything, she wanted to be able to lead these people accross the "red sea" to freedom. Many times in the short walk to the castle doors, she found herself concentrating more on the crowd then on the path before her. It almost got her in trouble. "Has the Princess taken ill?" Andrea blinked and looked down to two little girls before her. Besides a few slight differences, it was obvious they were identical. Andrea considered them momentarily and decided she could not remember any identical faces in the crowd she had just walked through. More than likely, it was the reason they were given such a reguarded job. Taken ill? The ship's Counselor considered her statement for a moment and realized why they might have asked such a question. With the look of the crowd, the blood in her face must have drained completely. Andrea's raised a brow regained control. In her best voice, she stepped forward and pointed. "What are all these underlings doing in our presence? Do they not have labors to see to during light hours?" The twins shuddered as the one on the left attempted to give an explaination. Andrea took this opportunity to scan the crowd again, hoping good will on all their homes and families. She was thankful she didnt have to listen intently. With a wave of her hand, she advanced toward the twins again. "Lead on, children." With a sly glance over her right shoulder, she made sure Mr. Spock was still with the group. Then she continued in step with the rest of the women. The images of longing and saddened faces had burned their outlines in her memory. Andrea longed to return and see to their care. But first: their mission.

Devistation. That's what Arcadia's Counselor predicted on this away mission. Devistation and imminent doom. Andrea could tell that Commander Dacotah did not agree with her. In fact, Dac was becomming a bit perturbed after Andrea's conveyance of uneasyness. But, the new Ensign couldn't help it. Andrea considered the First Officer in a moment of distraction during the meeting and bit her lip. It was her job to see to the mental health's of the Arcadia's crew. If chasing ofter this probes debris did not threaten to cause them physical harm, it might atleast cause emotional damage to the Arcadia's crew and, especially, the natives of Arcady. Ensign Knlwtchr remembered certain details of the briefing. Considering the matriarchal society they were about to penetrate, Andrea just knew that something would go wrong. The women they were about to encounter would be egotistical, demanding, impatient, and down right demeaning, especially to their male counterparts. Added to this the fact that the Arcady could very possibly know more about Starfleet now that they had pieces of the probe. If anyone of the crew were to be found out or connected in anyway to the probe, they would be sure to find certain death. Andrea balled her fists in frustration. She found herself suddenly angry with Starfleet, allowing one of their probes to contaminate Arcady. Shouldn't they have known better? Aren't they the finest in all Creation in exploration, safety, and the Prime Directive? Shouldn't there have been better precautions taken to assure that this never happened? The questions in Andrea's head continued to stir, even long after Dac had asked for input. The Counselor had kept quiet, mostly because she knew that Dac and Moose were only following orders given to them by Starfleet. Arguing would only flare tempers and muddle an already touchy situation. Ensign Knlwtchr was relieved to finally be able to leave the room. When she reached her quarters, she stood before the mirror and considered herself and her mental status at the moment. She remembered her training at Starfleet and her long talks with her father. Slowly, the uneasy feeling released its grip on her emotions and she stood before her image releasing a long sigh. After another moment, Andrea decided she would just have to stick it out. This was only her second mission and, if she knew Starfleet, it was only bound to get worse. Like her fellow crewmates, she would just have to follow orders.

A groan. That was all the Ensign could muster as she stared at herself in the mirror. She adjusted the garb that the second officer suggested the away team wear in a attempt to blend in on Arcady. It didnt matter, though. No matter how her dress shifted, the pins were still sticking. "Counselor, please. Stop fidgeting. Im almost done here." The elder seamstress scoffed at the unhappy ensign before her as she placed another pin. "Audry, cant we do this without all these pins? They are driving me crazy." Another groan. "No, then it wont look authentic. 14th century women were very particular about their dresses. If its not done right, you may be discovered." "Yeah, that was the 14th century of OUR Earth. Maybe their 14th century could care less." It was obvious, Andrea was becoming impatient. But Audry just kept pinning. "Ill add some basting here where its poking you. Perhaps I can hide them..." A sigh. It was no use. There was no getting away. Even though Andrea was in her mid forties, Audry was clearly more than twice Andreas age. She was an elder and the ships Counselor had a large amount of respect for her elders. She was willing to do anything for them, even if it meant keeping her mouth shut and spending this mission as a pin cushion. Andrea shifted in her stance and looked towards the ceiling. She recalled the contents of the Commanders last message and snickered. She thought of all the men on the ship right now who might be thinking of dying their hair or changing the color of their eyes. Just the thought of some of the officers in blonde hair and blue eyes made her nearly double over in hilarious convulsions. "Ensign Knollwatcher, just what do you think you are doing? You are undoing my pinning." Audry tossed down the basting and grabbed a part of the skirt that was sliding off. In doing so, it pushed a pin or two into the material. "OWW!" Andrea tried to be upset, but it was no use. The images were just too funny. Audry rolled her eyes and let out a groan of her own.

Having been relieved from command on the bridge, Ensign Andrea Knlwtchr found herself running down the corridor towards her quarters. A thousand thoughts were running through her mind as well. 'The holodeck is gone. All programs are gone. Everything saved is gone. I couldn't save it...I couldn't.' 'I hope I saved it...' Rounding the corner now, Andrea slowed her paces significantly. Several officers gave her a concerned glance as she nodded, embarrassed. The red faced ensign picked up her pace again, but only to close the short distance to her quarters quickly. The Counselor tapped the console at her door and stepped into the doorway. She made a b-line for a compartment over her bunk. Pushing padds and her personal medkit aside, she blinked and paused. Andrea closed the compartment and headed for her bedside compartment. "Not there either. Oh man. I don't have it. Oh man, oh man, what am I going to do..." Picking up the pace now on possibilities, Andrea began to search every nook and cranny of her quarters. She began pushing clothing aside in drawers and shoes out of the way in closets, looking in every possible place her new most prized possession could be. Not there. Here? No, not there either. Where could it be? Then here eyes fell upon her uniform jacket. With nearly a bound, the hopeful ensign grabbed up the jacket and checked all the pockets. Withdrawing her hand from the last pocket, she produced a small diskette labeled "Holographic Father Messages: Backup". Andrea exhaled with relief and fell, seated upon her bed. She thought she had lost them. She thought all her saved images of her father would have to remain in her memory. She thought she would never replay her favorite messages of her best friend again. But that wasn't true, and she held the proof of that now in her hands. Ensign knlwtchr held the diskette close as if it were the last candy bar in the galaxy and thanked the Lord. She carefully returned it to her jacket pocket and hung it up. Regaining composure now, Andrea turned from the closet and headed for the exit. As her quarter's doors slid open, one of the officers she had met before had just started down the corridor in the opposite direction. "Are you going to make it, Ensign." The smiling Lieutenant did not wait for an answer, but continued on. Andrea watched him disappear around the corner and sighed. "I am now."

The sun peaked its beautiful red, orange, and yellow textured rays over the tops of the mountains ahead and shined its soft light rays over the deep valley below. The valley of dew covered grass appeared to trickle into the horizon, interupted only by the small tent and smoldering fire nearly in the center of the scene. The faint cry of a hawk was the only sound heard as the youth began to waken after a restful night. Stretching and sitting upright, the young woman rubbed her eyes and cleared her throat. She placed a hand on the empty sleeping bag to her left, recalling a faint memory of its occupant leaving the tent just a few moments before. "Dad? Are you still out there? What time is it?" The man, who had just returned to their camp with a new armload of firewood, set himself on one knee and looked toward the half closed doors of the tent. His large blue eyes softened as he seperated the wood. He smiled. "Andrea, are you still in there? I thought you were going to get our breakfast this morning." A young Andrea Knlwtchr sighed and stepped out of the tent. She had decided to wear her jeans this morning due to the previous nights attack of mosquitoes. Nor was she sorry now for weighing her pack down with a heavy sweater. She had decided it had to be about 40 degrees at present. She only wished she had a jacket for her father. Andrea approached and hugged her father. "I didnt hear you. When did you wake up?" Robert Knlwtchr gave his daughter a warm smile. He loosened his embrace on his child and kissed her forehead. "Oh, Ive only been up for about 25 minutes." Then he revealed a toothy, innocent grin. His daughter raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh. OK, Ill be right back." Stepping over the camp fire, Andrea listened as her father chuckled to himself. Many times, she could remember chuckling like that herself. She was also reminded of how very much she was like her father. So much, in fact, that family members kidded that had Andrea been a boy, they would not have been able to tell them apart. Andrea reached the container they had brought this trip with food and various supplies. She opened the top, retrieved 4 fresh eggs, and recapped the container. Then she stood and headed back for the fire. As she approached, she noticed her father crouched by his new fire, talking into a voice recorder. In all his years in Starfleet, he always made a log entry. Even long after he retired, he made an entry of his life, just for his own records. Andrea stood very still until he completed his entry. She watched his mannerisms as he spoke, watched the sun raise, and various other beautiful goings-on around them. She smiled fondly... ...and stepped forward alittle. Andrea blinked and realized where she was. She looked down again to the tricorder in her hand as her fond smile faded. As she refocused on what she was doing, her memory reshot pictures of memories of her father on that trip. The small clearing she and her new crewmates had just come upon was even more beautiful then the ones she remembered when she would go on camping trips with her father. But the smell was different. The feel was different. And the company, though reminiscently friendly, could not compare to that of her father. Andrea missed him. She knew she would never get him back. She would never spend time with him like she used to. She would never get one of his special hugs. And she would never again hear that laugh. But she was all the more enriched and blessed for having had him in her life. And she was dedicated to passing on that warmth. (In loving memory of Andrea's player's father. Love you, Dad!) Ensign Andrea Knlwtchr Ships Counselor USS Arcadia 1742 E

Name: Lt. Cdr. Andrea Knwltchr Assignment: Chief Medical Officer onboard the USS Arcadia 1742 E Birthplace: Alaska, Earth Species: Human Sex: Female Age: 37 earth years History: Andrea came to the Academy after a long absense from Starfleet. She had served aboard the USS Arcadia years ago as the ships helmsman. However, her father fell ill, and she had to return to Earth to see to his care. After a long illness, Robert Knlwtchr passed away with Andrea at his side. Andrea spent several months mourning his memory and trying to get on with her life. She fell into a deep depression, thinking she was no longer useful. She had spent nearly two years on the best ship in the fleet and had taken care of her closest parent. Those two most important things in her life then gone, she felt worthless and unneeded. Starfleet contacted her a year after her father died and asked her to return for further training and assignment. However, Andrea had already forgotten the gratitude and acceptance she felt while serving with Starfleet and had turned them down. It was then she felt truly alone. Another year would pass before Andrea received a visit from a dear friend and former shipmate who convinced her to get back in the swing. Within the next week, Andrea returned to her forgotten love: Starfleet. She attended counseling sessions, touched up on her medical degree she had received at the Academy, and even decided to take courses in psychiatry. When her graduation came, her friend suggested she rejoin her friends aboard the Arcadia. Andrea agreed, not only because it would mean returning to the friendships she had missed so much, but to serve others as she had been served: as ships counselor. The opening on the Arcadia and the posting available was almost a "calling" for Andrea and she felt she would have been a fool to turn it down. Andrea is now fully back on her feet, has passed all physical and psychological evaluations, and is ready to take on her duties assigned to her onboard the Arcadia. Andrea served as ship Counselor until her promotion as Chief Medical Officer on stardate 10501.05.

Andrea Knlwtchr took in and released a long breath as she stepped off the shuttle. She looked back at the helmsman of the pod who just nodded in return. "Just over that pass, right?" The helmsman just smiled. "You will be fine, Ensign. They were expecting you. Captain Moose was informed of your assignment before they started this mission. Just watch out for stray phaser fire." Andrea's eyes widened as she stood poised before the door of the shuttle. "You know? I think I should wait for the Captain to return. Im not so sure that Im ready for..." "Relax, Ensign. I was just kidding. Its the middle of the day. Im positive you will be fine. Our second in command is just over that hill." The new counselor released a breath and straightened her uniform. She turned and watched as the doors of the shuttle closed. Andrea stepped back alittle and watched her last chance for "surviving" this catastrophy raise slowly, turn, and glide easily back towards her new home. Now alone, the weary ensign started for the Second Officer and her team's last known coordinates. As she reached the peak of the hill, she could see three Starfleet officers conversing and passing a tricorder back and forth. Andrea knew there was no turning back, especially after one of them had spotted her and was waving her over. Andrea let out an internal "doh!" and continued towards the group. Well, she thought, I guess the doctor is in.