Brian Graham

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lieutenant Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200408.13 Brian stared blankly at the PADD sitting on the desk in front of him. Progress had been going well, but after the first several hours, all of the information had he had been working on started to run together. Individual characters and spaces became just one continuous line of information, broken up here and there by small voids. To someone who hadn't been looking at the PADD and monitors for such a long time, they would find the information very dull. Security run-throughs, contingency plans, scenarios, just some examples of the multitudes of ideas that the security division had been throwing around earlier, trying to come up with all of the possibilities that there could be. "Infinite diversity in infinite combinations indeed," Brian remarked, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, briefly reminded of Instructor Termol at the Academy. Always repeated that Vulcan adage before every exam, reminding the cadets that their test would be exceedingly difficult, because you never knew what she was going to ask. Anyway, back to the situation at hand Brian decided, bringing himself away from the memories. He got up out of the chair and started pacing the room, PADD in hand, making it much more difficult to fall asleep. And if sleep should occur, Brian would sure that one of the tables would be able to locate his forehead on his way to the floor, giving him a visit of sickbay. He considered it, as it would offer a brief respite from this task, but that was out of the question. This was important. The Admiral had arranged for a gathering of dignitaries from the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Quadrants, more than likely for a chance for them all to meet and be able to work well with one another as they all tried to locate the renegades. This same meeting posed quite a problem to the Security division, who, as part of the job description it seemed, were quite paranoid. Then again it was beneficial since it was always the things that weren't planned for was what usually happened. Brian looked again at the list of possible scenarios, having to scroll down several times. This meeting presented a great opportunity to cause animosity between the members of the coalition or giving up in finding the Hundred altogether if the operation proved too dangerous to get involved with. And that's why they had tried to come up with a comprehensive list, listing such things as Hundred infiltration, antimatter explosives, Thaleron radiation, freighters packed with explosives sent on fire ship runs, Jem'Hadar boarding parties, assassinations, Camelot station sabotage, to even a fleet of renegade Jem'Hadar vessels armed to the teeth. The list could have been shorter, but the delegates were allowed to carry weapons around for a brief period. It would be a great show of trust when they all went through presenting them to show their goodwill, but Brian was concerned about anything that happened before that. All that was needed was for a small disagreement to escalate and chaos could ensue. With all the things to be concerned about, everyone was trying to be prepared. Security teams would be on standby, everyone knew where they had to be and what to do. Drills had been run, weapons were prepped: sighted, charged, the works. Internal sensors and the forcefields systems had undergone extensive diagnostics and testing programs. No doubt the same was being conducted on the ships of the other visiting races. The Hundred could try something, but everyone would make every effort to see that any such attempts would fail.

::dies from laughter::!!!!!

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lieutenant Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200408.04 Brian stared at the station's tactical console, wondering how Trichon would respond to the Captain's test. He got his answer when his console beeped, showing Brian a power build-up in the Excalibur's phaser array. Brian frowned at the reading, wondering what would happen next. He wasn't reading a targeting lock so Trichon couldn't be firing at the station,at least not yet. The phaser cut through space, not hitting the station but close enough to signal the Excalibur could if it had to. Apparently Trichon had other plans in mind that involved more that taking a photon torpedo and not showing some form of offense. Jeez Trichon, whatever you do, just don't get yourself a court martial man. It was the Captain's turn to respond, and Brian was poised to carry out whatever order would be given, hopefully an open hailing frequency.

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lieutenant Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200408.01 The test had proceeded nicely. None of the shuttles had been destroyed by accident thank goodness and the data collected during the simulation would prove invaluable to the engineers that wanted to make sure the station's weapons systems could do their job when needed. It would be a nightmare if the renegades attacked and someone pressed the "Fire" button and a phaser array on the other side of the station went off instead or even worse the weapons not working at all. But the test proved otherwise. Brian Graham didn't realize that there was more than one test that was going to happen that day. The Captain had some ideas of his own and wanted to test Excalibur herself. Brian returned the torpedoes to their normal setting and had prepared one, getting a green light on his console showing the torpedo had been loaded with the antimatter charge and was ready for action. The order came to fire and Brian followed it, letting the torpedo launch, streaking toward the Excalibur with the common fury that a torpedo in flight had. Brian turned his attention to the viewscreen, seeing the Excalibur sitting in space, and a small orb of red streaking toward it. "And here is the footage captured by the Enterprise during the incident." Brian looked up from his reading toward the screen at the front of the classroom. It was just another day in Commander Sorar's class, "History of the Federation II" to be exact, one of Brian's favorite classes that he had taken at the Academy. "History of the Federation II -- Post Founding of the United Federation of Planets through Peace with the Klingon Empire". It was about three quarters through the semester and the class was at the chapter involving the peace negotiations between the UFP and the Klingons, and today going over the actions of the Enterprise-A and her crew. The film was taken from the Enterprise's viewscreen, a lone photon torpedo streaking toward a K'Tinga-class's aft section, erupting in flame and sending the cruiser in a slow spiral as it tried to compensate. Brian shook off the thought and looked back at his console relieved that the Excalibur had fared better and began looking over the data the tactical sensors were displaying. "Direct hit Captain, no damage." He was fortunate. He knew what was happening and why. Everyone else on the Excalibur probably had a million questions as to what the heck was going on.

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200407.21 Intraship Communication 6X0-441 USS Excalibur Recipient: Captain Kristopher JCin -- Command Staff Sent by: Lt. jg. Brian Graham -- Assistant Security Officer Concerning: Post battle notes ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Captain, I've been doing some preliminary research on some of the debris collected from the former Jem'Hadar cruisers. It's all routine Dominion parts and technology. I'd like to recommend a more extensive salvage operation to retrieve as much wreckage as possible. Jem'Hadar cruisers, like all starships, require maintenance at some time or another. The Dominion has tremendous resources at it's disposal, but it is possible the renegades do not. If that's true, they have to keep their ships running and repaired somehow. They either steal materials by making raids on the Dominion, Semil can provide some insight into this; they manufacture their own, or purchase or steal from other cultures in the Gamma Quadrant. A lack of materials may be why the cruisers were not able to mount an effective attack on the station. Examination of the debris may yield evidence of materials that are not regularly aboard standard Dominion craft. If any is found, we may be able to trace it back to the owners, if the Jem'Hadar left them alive. And if we find the owners, that can increase our chances of finding the renegades. It has been some time since the ships were destroyed, however since the fleet has arrived, most of the debris should be able to be salvaged in two days at the most, and this might yield some more information. END TRANSMISSION

Nah, I agree with you totally.

Assistant security officer's Personal Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200407.19 Brian Graham sat in a chair in Ten-Forward, attempting to unwind after the events that had transpired in the past few hours. Truth be told, Ten-Forward was one of the last places on a starship anyone with an Andorian physiology would want to relax. Multiple aromas coming from drinks and food, not to mention the cologne and perfume that some in the Lounge were wearing. His antennae were working overtime, but Brian was getting used to assimilating the information his olfactory sense was giving him. A testimony to Doctor Hines medical skill. Not to mention the multitude of conversations going on. But coming here was familiar, and this did help him to relax, heck that's why the ship had a lounge. And thankfully it was still here. The Excalibur had been pitted against three Jem'Hadar cruisers, a match for most Starfleet classes. It was also the first battle that Brian had participated in in his career in Starfleet. True, there had been the Academy simulations, but that's all they were, simulations. It was more serious when a wrong move meant the destruction of the ship, not just making a mess in the simulator chamber. Then again, Brian thought, tapping the armrest of the chair, the Excalibur was still here. True she had taken minor damage but it was better than the alternative. Brian was one hundred percent sure that the Jem'Hadar's mission was to destroy the station, since the final vessel had actually made an attempt. He figured that the station was a severe problem to these separatists and it's destruction would be top priority. They had attacked at the perfect time, before the defending fleet could arrive to take up positions. As it occurred the Excalibur was the only vessel able to render aid in time. Semil attempted to help, but he was too far out. Brian wondered why the separatists didn't commit more resources to the act. Perhaps they felt that three cruisers was enough. Or maybe they didn't have the resources to make an effective attack and took a gamble. That may explain why the Dominion had been unable to locate them. During the Dominion War in the Alpha Quadrant, the Dominion had a fairly sophisticated sensor array in the Argolis Cluster and used it quite effectively before the Defiant destroyed it. No doubt the Dominion had that capability in this quadrant. So the separatist fleet must not be that big. Or it is broken up into a number of cells operating independently and sometimes in conjunction, tactics employed by the Maquis that kept both the Cardassians and the Federation guessing as to their movements. Using one cell was not a bad tactic, it just wasn't enough. But if they had sent several, they ran the risk of being caught. Then what was the deal about "The Hundred"? Hundred Vorta, no. The Jem'Hadar were loyal to the Founders, so it was possible that they were dealing with one hundred of those. A puddle, Brian guessed, when compared with the Great Link. Then again, there may not be any Vorta, since the cruisers seemed to operate independently. This whole business was beginning to give Brian a headache. If Tar'Mok had been here, he would have reminded Brian that this entire train of thought was illogical, as there was not enough facts to form a hypothesis. But any Vulcan on the ship would tell him that. No, the Excalibur would need more information. And once the defense fleet arrived, the Excalibur could spend more time catching up with these renegades.

I agree with you there. This gives everyone an opportunity to realize how much work goes into making food. Plus, I think it will make customers more tolerant if not everything goes right.

Not sure how I think of this. I still don't like the idea of the Romulan Wars being made into a movie because I don't think that part of Star Trek history could be sufficiently covered in two to three hours. Example, the Dominion War. The series did a way better job then a movie ever could. As for the founding of the Federation, unsure. I would love to see how the 5 founding members of the Federation interact. Two of the races, Tellarites and Andorians, have been ignored too long in Trek as far as I'm concerned, probably because human and Vulcan makeup is more cost effective. But frankly, my personal feeling (since I love Enterprise) would be to have Enterprise cover both the Romulan War and the founding of the Federation.

Security Officer's Personal Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200407.07 "Report," came the Captain's order. Sitting around the table was the Commander, Doctor Hines, Chief Engineer Zenth and newly-christened Andorian Brian Graham. "Here's what I found Captain," spoke up Doctor Hines. "Medically Brian is fine, just altered. He's healthy...for an Andorian. But mentally he is unchanged." "Do you know how it happened?" "No, I have no answer for that right now." "Ok, Lieutenant , what happened before you lost consciousness?" "I was on the base on Celes II and was about to beam up. The transporter didn't work at first, due to storms in the vicinity that interfered. Apparently my transport window was closing. I had the shuttle boost power the transporter and did get back on the shuttle, but I could breath very well." Doctor Hines spoke up again. "That's your Andorian physiology Lieutenant. You've been used to the human sense of smell your whole life. Andorians have a heightened olfactory sense and your system wasn't used to it, hence the difficulty." "But I can breath now." "Yes, I've temporarily sedated your olfactory sense." "Oh." The Captain broke up this side conversation, wanting to get back to business. "Yes this is very interesting, but how did it happen?" "I may have your answer sir," Zenth said, standing up and activating a monitor. "This is what we've got from the Riley's memory banks. At time index 137.4 there was a drop in transporter efficiency and the sensors show a stormfront moving in on the Doctor's base. Here we can see a spike in transporter power, when Brian rerouted more power. That was enough to get some of his signal through." "Some?" "Yes, this is what we found in the shuttle, the doctor's sample container. Turns out he was working on Andorian blood samples." "So is that how I changed?" "Sort of. The Doctor is used to the transporter problems since he's worked there so long. He had the container outfitted with a transport enhancement device just in case there were problems. Did he tell you that?" "No, I left in a hurry. He was telling me some story." "I see, anyway your first transport didn't have much to go on, which is why you didn't get through. When you boosted power, you almost made it, but the storms closed in and your pattern was almost lost. But the samples pattern came in better, thanks to the device. It looks like the computer reconstructed you using Andorian DNA from the samples." "But what about his mental state." "That shouldn't change, since the transporter can't alter mental states." The Captain took this opportunity to speak. "So we know what happened, can we get him back?" Zenth took a deep breath, "No, there's too many variables to recreate what happened." "So I'm stuck like this?" Zenth nodded, "I'm sorry but it looks like." "I see." Brian turned to the Captain, "Captain am I free to go?" "Yes, we have no reason to keep you, do we Doctor?" Doctor Hines slowly shook his head, "No, but you will need to come to sickbay before you go." "Ok, Brian I will contact the Excalibur and inform them of the situation," the Captain said, "dismissed." "Here Lieutenant," Doctor Hines said, handing Brian a hypospray. "What is it?" "This will help you get used to your new sense of smell. Your olfactory nerves work constantly so you should be able to adapt quickly, I'd say in about two weeks. This will release less and less of the suppressant as you get more accustomed to it." "Ok, is that all?" "Yes." "Alright, then I will be leaving. Did you get your samples?" "Yes I did, thank you." "Shuttle Riley requesting clearance to depart Starbase 343." "You are clear to go Riley all the way back to Excalibur. Good journey." Brian piloted the shuttle out of the starbase, locking in the coordinates for the Excalibur. With all of these detours he hoped he wouldn't have to go through the wormhole in this shuttle to catch up with the Excalibur. Hopefully the message being sent would explain the situation well enough because he didn't want to talk about it at all at the moment.

Assistant Security Officer's Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200407.07 "What's wrong with him?" Doctor Hines asked. "I don't know sir. According to the scans he's perfectly normal for his species but his breathing is labored." "Anything blocking his airway?" "No it's clear." "Put him in stasis now, give us time to see what's going on." "Aye" said the Ensign, tapping the console. The body on the biobed suddenly settled down and acted normal, finally. Just then the doors to the Starbases medical bay parted and the Executive officer of the station entered. "Doctor, what happened?" she demanded. "No idea yet, I need more information." "We're working on it, I'll send you whatever we find." "Thank you." The Commander turned to leave, catching sight of the form laying on the bed. "Wait a minute, who is that?" "The officer from the shuttle." "I thought there was a human on the shuttle." "I don't know about that ma'am, I wasn't informed. But he was the only one in the shuttle." "Alright, maybe I'm wrong. Get his complete medical file from Starfleet database." "Doing that now, we'll patch him up Commander." "Good, I'll be back in a few hours," said the XO exiting sickbay. The Doctor turned back to the biobed. "Ensign, run every scan you can think of, I want to know what his problem is." "Yes Doctor," said the Ensign, beginning to run the medial scans. Meanwhile, the Doctor entered his office and activated his computer. "Computer, give me the Starfleet file on Lieutenant Junior Grade Brian Graham." As soon as the file came up, the Doctor furrowed his brow. "This can't be right." "What have you got?" "So far nothing Commander. We're running a scan on the shuttle now. It should take two or three hours to finish." "Fine. What did that systems check reveal?" "Nothing, all of the systems checked out. I'll be checking the navigation records and the transporter logs after I'm through with the engines." "Alright, inform me when you find anything, I want to get to the bottom of this. Shuttle working perfectly, but I have an officer in sickbay after sending a distress signal in a shuttle with apparently nothing wrong with it. Doesn't make sense. Was there anything in the shuttle?" "Nothing out of the ordinary. There was a container, but it had the Doctor's samples in it." "Scan that too, it might have what we need." "Yes ma'am." The Commander exited the shuttlebay and headed toward a turbolift, intent on getting back to the bridge. "Doctor Hines to Commander Marlel." "Go ahead Doctor." "I've found something I think you should see." "On my way" said the Commander, entering a turbolift. "Sickbay." The Commander walked through the doors into the sickbay for the second time that day and went into the Doctor's office. "What have you found?" The Doctor looked up from his computer. "You were right, there was a human piloting that shuttle." "Then what is that out in your sickbay." "Here look at this this." The doctor said, walking out into the main examining area. "A Brian Graham was piloting that shuttle, human, raised on Earth. Every scan I run turns up Andorian, except one, this," said Hines, bringing up a neuroscan. "These are his neuroscans. The top is what I just took, the bottom is the one in the medical file." "They are the same." "Right, whatever happened physically changed him into an Andorian, but his memories, personality, everything mental is the same." "Is he still in stasis?" "No, just sedated. His antennae have greatly enhanced his sense of smell, as well as a few other senses, but that's the one giving him the most trouble. He's not used to that so I've surprised his olfactory nerves, he can breath normally now." "Can we wake him up?" "I don't see why not, but he's going to get the biggest shock of his life." "Well we have to tell him eventually, wake him." "Yes ma'am," the doctor said, walking over and giving Brain a hypospray. Brian's eyes fluttered and he tensed up. "Where am I?" "Lieutenant, your fine. Your on Starbase 343." "Oh, thank goodness," Brian said, bringing his hands up to cover his face. "Doctor," Brian said, still covering his face with his hands. His words were a bit muffled but still discernible. "Yes?" "Why are my hands blue?" "Brian-," the doctor began, trying to choose his words carefully "there's been some kind of accident. You're not exactly human anymore." "And I am..?" "Andorian." "What? How??" The Commander jumped in, "That's what we're trying to figure out." "Commander," came a voice through the starbase's comm system. "Yes Captain." "Commander Zenth has some information on the shuttle and the container. You and the Doctor report to the Briefing room in ten minutes, and bring the Lieutenant." "Aye Captain, out. Lieutenant can you walk?" "Yes Commander I can make it," Brain said, easing off of the bed. "Good, let's go" the Commander said, leading the two others out of sickbay.

Assistant Security Officer's Personal Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200407.05 Brian Graham shook his head, violently trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. The shuttle was currently on it's way back to the Excalibur from his recent visit to Klingon space. The trip didn't go too bad, but Brian had seen enough gagh to last him three lifetimes. Good thing he wasn't a Trill. On the return trip Brian had dozed off but was shaken from that sleep when the computer informed him the shuttle was being hailed. Brian swung his chair around to face the communication monitor and activated it, displaying a face of someone in Starfleet something, but no one he recognized. Brian did however recognize the four pips on the side of the man's uniform. "Captain," Brian said and began to stand up. "Sit down Lieutenant. I'm sorry to interrupt your travels. Brian Graham correct?" the captain asked. "Yes sir, is there a problem?" "Not exactly, more of a favor. Word around the galaxy is you and the rest of the Excalibur is on shore leave, right?" "Yes we are" "Alright, that's what I figured. I'm not ordering you to do this, but Starbase 343 could use your services." "My services? What do you need?" "Nothing technical really. There is a Federation scientist in the Celes system and he has some samples that need to be delivered here." Brian quickly looked at his navigation board, showing the shuttle about to pass quite close to the Celes system. Having Brian pick up the samples now would save the Starbase several days instead of it sending one of it's own shuttles. "No problem Captain, I'll do it." "Good, I'll inform Doctor Farmine your shuttle and approximate arrival time. Thank you Lieutenant, Starbase 343 out." The Captain's face was replaced with the seal of the United Federation of Planets and Brian slightly altered the shuttles course that would have it arrive in the Celes system in seven hours. Going back to the Starbase would add another day to his journey but he would still be back before the Excalibur departed for the Gamma Quadrant. "Shuttle Riley to Doctor Farmine, please respond." Still nothing. Brian had been hailing the station for two minutes and hadn't gotten a response. No wonder Brian thought, looking out the shuttle's cockpit viewport. Celes II was a Class-K world, requiring the Doctor's base to be encased in a pressure dome. It also wasn't very friendly, continually plagued by ionic disturbances in the atmosphere. "Yes, this....Doc....armine" Blast, the disturbances were also interfering with communications. Brian boosted power to that system and the voice cleared up, but the image was still severely warped. "Doctor Farmine, are you receiving?" "Yes, that's better. Shuttle Riley? Excellent. There will be a window in the storms in seven minutes. You should be able to beam down then. I look forward to your arrival, transmitting coordinates. Farmine out." The screen went dead, for the second time that day. The Doctor wasn't much for conversation, but that wasn't a problem, since Brian didn't really have the time to talk for awhile. Moving to the back of the shuttle, Brian quickly holstered a tricorder and a Type-II phaser, input the coordinates of the base into the transporter and waited until the storm cleared enough to beam out. After six more minutes, Brian activated the transporter. Brian rematerialized in an office and caught sight of the Doctor sitting in a chair, looking at a wall monitor and working on something on a PADD. At the sound of the transport, the Doctor turned in Brian's direction. "Hello Lieutenant, welcome to--" the doctor paused when he caught site of the holstered phaser. "I don't think you need a weapon Lieutenant." "Sorry Doctor, but this is standard equipment on an away mission." "Of course, of course, you Starfleeters. Anyway, come this way." Brian was amazed at how quickly the Doctor changed his attitude but dismissed it and followed the scientist through the base. "Here we are!" the scientist yelled for some odd reason since Brian was right behind him, and opened a door into a work area. There on the table was a standard Starfleet carrying container. "In this container is what the Starbase needs. It's actually a funny story this whole matter--" Oh jeez Brian thought and kind of just smiled and nodded, hoping this guy would tell the short story. He didn't and the anecdote dragged on, and Brian figured he'd heard enough. Brian politely held up his hand "Doctor, I'm sorry to interrupt but I think I should be going." "Going? Oh yes, your right, you'd better leave before the storms return." "Return? How long was my window?" "Fifteen minutes." "Blast I need to leave now!" Brian quickly grabbed the container. "Nice seeing you Doctor, I'll get your sample to the Starbase immediately. Shuttle Riley, one to beam up." Brian hoped he wasn't too late as he began to materialize, seeing the Doctor leave the work area. The answer came back quickly enough when he found himself back in the base. "Oh no. Shuttle Riley boost all available power to the transporter system and beam me up." Brian felt himself again materializing. He noticed the transport seemed to be taking longer than usual but was relieved to begin seeing the familiar interior of a Starfleet shuttlecraft. That is until the transport finished and Brain started coughing violently, barely able to breath. Brian dropped the case and moved over to the environmental controls, which read normal. Still hacking he stumbled over to the helm and went to input a course to the Starbase. It was the closest place he could go since the Doctor's base was already covered in another storm. Then Brian saw his hand, which was a distinct shade of blue. "What?" was all Brian could say. He may have been seeing things since he couldn't breath well. "Computer... ... set course for... Starbase 343, maximum warp. Send... distress signal.... requiring immediate...assistance." Hopefully the computer heard all that because Brain blacked out.

Assistant Security Officer's Personal Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200406.31 "Graham to Bridge, shuttle Riley standing by for clearance." "Acknowledged Riley, you are clear for departure of shuttlebay one. Enjoy your trip Lieutenant." "Thank you Excalibur, departing now." Brian Graham had the shuttle lift off the deck of the Excalibur's shuttlebay and piloted through the open door out of the ship. He banked the shuttlecraft away from the ship and stole a glance at the Sovereign-class vessel from the outside, something he always liked to do when he found himself outside the hull. Brian turned his attention back to his console and set a course for the Klingon-Federation border and engaged the shuttle's warp engines. He had around a month to relax and at the shuttle's current speed, it would take him two days to make the border, not a real time-eater. Now that the shuttle was at warp, there wasn't much Brian could do except wait. "Computer, music. How about...hmmm." Great, Brian had only been on leave a few days and already couldn't make a decision. "I don't care, something from the mid-20th century," Brian said, propping his feet up on the console and started reading the PADD that contained the book he was reading. After a few of the normal beeps, the computer began to play, filling the shuttle with the sounds of "Crystal Blue Persuasion." The sound caused Brian to drop his PADD and grit his teeth, "Computer, stop music!" and the shuttle was silent again. Brian knew the Vulcans believed in Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations, but why, why at that point in time, did the computer have to play something from Tommy James and the Chondells!! Picking up his PADD, Brian tried again, "Computer, music, the Seekers." Music again filled the shuttle and Brian settled down, more ready now to endure his trip to Klingon space. It had been three hours. Three long hours as Brian sat watching the Klingons meticulously scan his shuttle again. Apparently the first two times had not been enough. "Is this really necessary?" Brian asked. "Yes! We regularly scan all ships that cross our borders, including Federation vessels." "But three times? And not with your bases scanners but with four of your technicians crawling all over my shuttle." The Klingon crossed his arms, and responded to Brian's inquiry, "What are you saying?" "I think that either one, or both of two things is going on here. Either you consider me some type of threat that needs several hours of manpower and resources to prove safe, or you think that delaying me for no reason is funny." "And if you are a threat?" "Then I will die, either after completing some mission of violence from the Federation, a very unorthodox thing to do considering the peace that existed between our governments for some time, and serving together during the Dominion War; or before at the hands of one of your cloaked vessels that will undoubtedly follow me. One Federation shuttle against the entire Klingon fleet? You don't need me to tell you the outcome." "Fine, we have already wasted entirely too much time on your weak craft. You may leave." "Thank you," Brian said, returning to his shuttle as the four Klingons departed the bay. After receiving clearance from the base, Brian piloted the shuttle away, on the final leg of his trip, toward Kronos.

Assistant Security Officer's Duty and Personal Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200406.28 The doors opened and Brian scanned the room for whatever the problem was, fixing his eyes on the Ensign sitting one of the terminals. So this was the guy that caused Brian to miss the transport to Klingon space. "Alright Ensign Novitske, what seems to be the problem?" Brian asked, hoping to get this over with quickly. "Sorry to bother you sir, but we may have a thief on board or on Deep Space Nine." This remark quickly caught Brian's attention and he snapped his head to look directly at the accuser. "What?! What have you found?" "It's more of what I didn't find. A few minutes after my shift started I decided to go over our Security supplies. Turns out one of the containers is gone." "Gone? What was in it?" "Fifteen Type III phasers." Brian's shoulders sagged after hearing this, because it meant there wasn't a thief after all. "I think we can forgo the investigation Ensign." "But sir, phasers are gone. Now almost anyone can have them!" "No, Deep Space Nine has them." "I don't understand." "While we were docked at the station, we transferred a container of fifteen Type-III phasers to their Security department since they had to get rid of some because of a few malfunctions. Ensign Lawrence took them over and..." Brian trailed off as he caught sight of a PADD on a desk in the corner. "and this should be the documentation. Here, what does it say?" Brian asked and he tossed the PADD to Novitske. "It says a transfer of phaser rifles from USS Excalibur to station Deep Space Nine Stardate 200406.27, signed Chief of Security of Station Deep Space Nine. Aw I'm sorry sir," the Ensign concluded with a sigh. "That's alright Ensign. Good catch actually," Brian said, patting the ensign on the shoulder. "Next time we'll make sure that Lawrence remembers to file the report instead of leaving it. Is that all?" "Yes sir, again, sorry to bother you." "Don't worry about it. I'll see you later." Brian said and went back to his quarters. Now Brian had to figure out a way to get to Kronos, which either meant finding a transport that was going there or borrowing a shuttle from the Excalibur. The shuttle was the best option but would also take the longest to arrange. Brian accessed the computer terminal on his desk and requested a shuttle for 4 weeks. He sent that to Captain JCin, hoping to get an early approval so he could get moving before the month was over. His request was granted, along with a friendly send-off from Captain JCin. With that obstacle done, Brian went on to the next phase of getting to Kronos. He opened up a subspace communication to the Klingon Immigration Borough and ended up being put on hold for twenty minutes. Suddenly the screen activated again and Brian was greeted by a Klingon surrounded by a dim atmosphere. "Yes?!" the Klingon growled. Brian wondered if this was a generic Klingon greeting or he somehow offended this guy before he said anything. Either way, Brian continued. "Hello, I am Brian Graham aboard the Federation Starship Excalibur. I am planning a visit to Klingon space." The Klingon sighed in annoyance and put his hands on a control pad, ready to start typing. "When?" "Stardate 200406.30 until Stardate 200407.09 or possibly earlier." "Fine, if you do have to leave earlier make sure you contact us again. Transportation?" "Starfleet shuttlecraft Riley of the USS Excalibur NCC-2004-B." "Destination?" Brian detected boredom in the Klingon's voice, but he couldn't blame him. He probably had to say this over a hundred times per day. "Kronos." "Fine, your request has been filed. Stop at the nearest Klingon border post when you arrive and then with Space Traffic Control when you arrive in Qo'nos orbit." "Thank you." The Klingon grunted and discontinued the communication, making Brian wonder how this trip was going to turn out.

I am currently attending college and live with my parents (it's only 20 minutes away) Plus, dorms don't seem to advocate learning, which is what you are paying for to go there. And nobody forget that!

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200406.17 Brian stood in the turbolift as it moved to the correct deck. As soon as the doors whished open, he stepped out and headed toward the quarters that housed their most recent guests, Semil and his Jem'Hadar pals. It was coming upon the end of one of the ship's shifts, and Brian's turn for guard duty had come up, meaning he was now tasked with making sure the visitors didn't get into any trouble. Rounding the corner, Brian caught sight of the officer he was about to replace, an Ensign Rolins if he remembered correctly. "Sir" the ensign said as Brian approached, simultaneously going to attention. "At ease Ensign, anything to report?" "No sir, everything has been quiet throughout my whole shift." "Alright. It's coming up on Beta shift so you are relieved." "Aye sir," the Ensign replied and summarily headed off down the corridor and was soon out of sight. Brian noted the time and took the customary position of a guard and braced himself to stay in that position for the next several hours. Guard duty was not the best job, but every security officer ended up with it at some point of another. Once and awhile another crewmember would walk by and nod to Brian as they passed. It must have been about two hours before someone finally engaged him in conversation, but it wasn't from the person he'd expected. The doors to the guest quarters opened, and out stepped the Vorta, Semil. "Hello Lieutenant," he said, in the tone of voice that only a Vorta can make. If an oil slick could talk, it would sound like a Vorta and most species grew tired of their placating sounding voice. Brian was of the majority, instantly disliking the sound that entered his ears whenever Vorta talked. It must have been the Founder's cruel idea of a joke. "Yes sir, is there a problem with your room?" Brian asked, masking his annoyance. "Oh no, the room is fine, more...comfortable than what I am used to." No doubt Brian thought. Dominion ships were notorious for their lack of comforts. Even Klingon ships had chairs, but the Dominion wouldn't hear of such a thing. "Actually I am here to converse. Jem'Hadar do not talk much." Another accurate statement. Jem'Hadar didn't like to talk, but talking was the Vorta's job. "I'd imagine sir. I've heard that Jem'Hadar are a mostly silent race." "Yes, and they are not too happy. They would rather be standing guard out in the corridor. Right now they are all just milling around in the room. You also may call me Semil, I'm not one of your superior officers." "Yes well, it is customary for Federation officers to stand guard on a Federation ship." "Oh I realize that. It is the same on Dominion ships, but I'm sure you were already aware of that." "Yes I was." "So have you been on this vessel long?" "Not too long. Less than a year, but it has been my first posting since the Academy." "The Acad- oh of course. Where you go to learn to function in Starfleet correct? The Dominion has no need for such places since the Jem'Hadar are bred with that information. Tell me, has the Academy been fully restored?" Brian gritted his teeth, remembering the newsfeeds he had read during the War when the Breen made a surprise attack on Earth. San Francisco to be exact, and the Academy had been damaged in the attack, as well as many other structures. "Yes it is doing quite well." "It is nice to hear that." "Is it?" "Of course. Even though your people resisted the Founder's, it is nice to see you are getting back on your feet." "Are you trying to test me Semil?" Semil got a look of disapproval on his face, "Excuse me?" Hoping he wouldn't cause an interstellar incident, Brian decided he wanted to know for sure. "Are you trying to see what my feelings are toward the Dominion?" "Why would you say that?" "Just by what you said. Our two governments have a dark past and I think you want to know if that darkness is still cultivated by the Alpha Quadrant." "And is it?" "I cannot speak for everyone. But I can tell you the Federation does not hold grudges." "How admirable," the Vorta replied. Brian wasn't sure how to take it but he continued. "Logical too. If we dwell on the past, it could lead to another conflict. One was enough, wouldn't you agree?" "Yes, it did cost the Dominion a great many resources and almost the Founders. But as you said, it is all behind us now. Thank you Lieutenant, I believe I will return to my quarters." Brian nodded. "As you wish, I will be out here if you need anything." Semil bowed slightly and vanished back into his quarters. Brian let out a sigh, hoping that he would not have to do that again. He didn't really hate Semil, but there was not much for him to discuss with the Vorta. Brian would leave that up to the Admiral. Until then, Brian would continue his watch until his shift ended.

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200405.8 Brian's countenance fell when the turbolift doors opened onto Deck 15 and he was greeted by the barrels of Jem'Hadar weapons. And behind them where the unflinching looks of bred Jem'Hadar soldiers. One of them gruffly spoke up, "Move human," and he pointed his weapon down the corridor. Brian nodded grimly and did as he was told. It would mean certain death to try anything. He may have had a chance if there had been only one, but two Jem'Hadar killed any idea of escape. Brian was led toward Main Engineering, where he joined up with Crispin, who was coldly eyeing a Jem'Hadar guard. The Dominion had control of the Excalibur's engine room, and would destroy it if they had to. Brain knew that those on the Bridge were aware they had been boarded, intruder alerts were ways of making that evident. Unless the Bridge had been captured too.... Of course it had. The Dominion knew how to board ships. But what about everyone on it? Crispin's scan of the Bridge allayed Brian's fear. Trichon responded meaning everyone was at their posts. That meant negotiations were going on and the Bridge crew was alive. But it still didn't change their situation. Unless there was a Founder on board, the Jem'Hadar would destroy the ship if ordered. And with the number of them in here, such an action would succeed. Brian was still trying to think of a way out when additional Jem'Hadar beamed into Engineering. The situation seemed more hopeless until the second group began firing on the first. In a matter of seconds, both factions of Jem'Hadar were engaged in a life or death struggle. Not that they cared, since any Jem'Hadar was happy to die. Crispin took off into the fray with what looked like some form of melee weapon, definitely not Starfleet issue. Still, he used it effectively, cutting down several aggressors. Brian joined in. He didn't have a saber, but a phaser made up for it. He took one Jem'Hadar with a blast to the chest, and then dove behind a console when another fired at him. Surveying the scene, he noticed two groups of Jem'Hadar firing at one another. The only problem was that they were on opposite sides of the warp core. Jem'Hadar aim was good, but any stray shot could do several things, two that immediately came to mind. Either the matter/antimatter intermix chamber would be hit, destroying the vessel and everyone on it, or one of the coolant tanks could be punctured. Coolant would fill the place, destroying all organic material, which everyone had. Crispin was currently engaged with a Jem'Hadar soldier, but after he dispatched it, Brian got his attention. "Can you get a forcefield up around the warp core, like two minutes ago?" Brian yelled. Crispin shot a look over and saw the battle around the piece of important equipment, "Been there, doing that," Crispin responded and ran toward a console. Brian attempted to give Crispin some cover, drawing attention to the guy with the phaser. Sparks erupted behind him as a shot the bulkhead behind him. A flash of light distracted him, and Brian saw the forcefield engage, encompassing the core in a protective field. Brian made a note to thank Crispin later, after the aggressors were out of the way. Protecting the warp core was a small victory, but hopefully it was the first in getting the Excalibur solidly under control.

Assistant Security Officer's Personal Log Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200405.1 The conversation had broken up a little quicker than Brian expected. The Captain had been the first to leave, after receiving a message. Brian had no idea what it contained, however it was sufficient enough to get the Executive Officer rattled. Commander Krax left not soon after, followed by Dr. Katarina and then Ensign Veloras, all with pressing business needing attention. That left a one person sitting at the table, Brian Graham, trying to decide whether to drink his beverage or start a conversation with it. He decided on the former and took another sip of water. He was less than satisfied with his performance at the impromptu gathering. One thing that Brian had always been taught, even before joining Starfleet, was to show respect to others. And then, after Starfleet Academy, Brian felt this applied more so to those higher than him in the chain of command. Already he'd gotten a reputation at the Academy as too polite, usually addressing superior officers by their rank when he started a conversation, and then using "sir" with almost every subsequent sentence. Not to mention instinctively going to attention when anyone with more pips than he had talked to him. And now history was repeating itself on the Exclaibur Brian supposed he had his father to thank for that. "One thing to remember son, always respect those older and higher than you are," his father had told him on several occasions. He guessed it was too old of a habit to break now, so he might as well stick with it. Getting up from the empty table, Brian headed over to one of the lounge's large observation windows and gazed out at the stars. But not just any stars, these were the stars of the Gamma Quadrant. It was kind of funny actually. Eighteen years of his life was spent on Earth, nowhere else. He'd never even left the planet before joining Starfleet. And now, less than two years after graduating he was in another quadrant of the galaxy, thousands of light years from his home, and looking for a race he'd never even met. Heard about, yes. Every aspect of the Dominion had been beaten to death when the Alpha Quadrant was consumed with the war, and that was everything the news talked about. Brian had been too young to get involved in the conflict. But here, if anything went wrong; after this mission, or even during, Brian, everyone on this ship, and perhaps even the whole Alpha Quadrant again, would have to take up arms and display their colors once more.

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200405.11 Brian Graham walked across the Bridge and stood near the command chairs as the Senior officers headed for the Conference room to conduct their meeting. Brian's heart began to beat wildly when the he had been put in command of the Excalibur especially in the situation they were in. However, the current situation wasn't too threatening. Yes, the Dominion destroyer was still out there, but the Excalibur was currently cloaked and in orbit of a planet that disrupted their sensor image. Plus, the destroyer should be concentrating on the probe with the transmitter that they had just gotten rid of. And finally, the Command staff was close to the Bridge, ready to take over if the situation deteriorated. Brian finally decided he had better sit in The Chair while he still had the chance and finally sat down. Even though they were operating under passive sensors, the Excalibur was still able to discern that the Destroyer was still there, so Brian figured they might as well keep an eye on it. "What's the status of the Destroyer," Brian asked the officer monitoring the sensors. "Unchanged sir, they are holding position at a bearing of 270 mark 17." "Good, keep me posted on any changes." "Aye sir." came the reply, and the officer continued to monitor the sensor readouts. Brian returned his attention to the viewscreen, taking in the image of the planet below. On the other side of it was the Excalibur's primary problem, the Destroyer.

Not yet, but it did occur several times last year. On a side note, does anyone see Enterprise advertisements? I don't watch UPN that often, so they may be there. The only time I see them is during Enterprise, and all it says is "Enterprise, now"

USS Acclaim, a Galaxy-class vessel

Assistant Security Officer's Personal Log Lt. jg. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200405.03 Brian Graham climbed back into the Excalibur after having spent a few moments on the outside, face to face with the Dominion probe that had been giving them so much trouble. Even though Brian had been fully trained to operate in a Zero-G environment, he still felt better inside a ship then walking on the outside. Especially when being outside a ship put him in close proximity to Dominion technology. Brian looked up, seeing stars where there should have been a hull plate. "Engineering will make sure that the hull will be repaired," came Captain Sorehl's comment. "I'm sure anyone who lives on this deck will be happy when this section is repressurized," Brian replied as he and the Captain walked back to the forcefield. The Captain tapped a console, bringing up another forcefield behind the two. Sorehl tapped a few more buttons, and the section repressurized. At the same time, the other forcefield deactivated and now the two officers looked like two morons wearing EVA suits in a pressurized corridor. "Well, now I can get this blasted thing off" Brian said, deactivating the suit and getting out of it. "That 'blasted thing' was the only thing between you and space Lieutenant," Sorehl replied. Brian couldn't argue with the Vulcan's obvious logic. It wouldn't do any good either since the Captain was 100% correct. "Understood sir" Brian said, glad to drop the issue. Checking a chronometer, Brian noticed that his shift had ended five minutes ago. Brian decided that after his out-of-ship experience, he deserved some recreation, meaning he was going to the Lounge. Then Brian remembered the Captain standing next to him, and realized it would be rude to just leave. Even though Vulcans aren't the best ones to converse with, Brian figured he'd be polite. "Captain, I don't suppose you'd care to join me in the Lounge for a drink?" The Vulcan surveyed him for a moment, blinking. "Thank you, Lieutenant, but the Admiral indicated he would like me to oversee some duties in engineering. Perhaps another time." "No problem sir, till next time" Brian replied as the two arrived at a junction and parted company. Brian continued on and entered a turbolift. "Deck 5" Brian commanded, and the turbolift began it's journey. "Hold" Brian suddenly said, deciding that he'd take something to read with him, just so he wouldn't have to stare out a window. "Deck 7." The turbolift doors opened up onto Deck 7 and Brian quickly headed for his quarters. Entering his room, Brian spied the PADD containing the current book he was reading. Now that he had what he needed, Brian went back to the turbolift and had it resume it's course for Deck 5. The turbolift finally came to a halt and Brian stepped out into the corridor and found the familiar doors to the ship's forward lounge. Entering Brian immediately headed over to the bar. "Hello Brian, what can I get you today?" the bartender asked the young Lieutenant. "Water please" Brian replied. "Again? Brian, every time you come in here you order water. Water water water, what are you a fish? Get something interesting! You're wasting my talents." "Consider it me giving you a vacation. Now am I going to have to use a replicator?" The bartender shook his head,defeated, "No, here you go. Enjoy yourself." Accepting the water, Brian thanked the man and headed over to a corner of the Lounge. Sitting in a chair, Brian took a drink of water and set it on the table. Leaning back, Brian activated the PADD and started reading. Every once and awhile, Brain would take a drink of water or take a look out of the forward-looking viewing ports. Sudden laughter interrupted Brian's reading and he looked over to the source, a group of female officers apparently enjoying a joke one of then told. One of them noticed Brian looking at them and smiled. Being the polite guy, Brian returned the smile with a short nod and returned to his reading. Females were not the reason Brian had joined Starfleet, but they did make it more interesting.

Sounds interesting. Consider me pending until more information come to light

Welcome to the Excalibur!

Great game Vex. So...addicting. Freaked the heck out of me when I saw the Breen ship. Then freaked me out more when it FIRED ON ME!!! Don't worry I got away