crispin_xavier001

To have doubted one’s own first principles, is the mark of a civilized man. - Oliver Wendell Homes Juhdia made his way back to his quarters, making it a point to avoid the Doctors. Not that he felt their care was insufficient; it was more to the point that he did not need it. As he walked down the corridors he puffed on his cigar, thinking only moments before such an act was impossible. “Hoorah Starfleet.” As Juhdia entered his quarters he called out, “Angus, here boy.” The Denubian Ferret perked his head out from the seat cushion and ran to Juhdia. The lilt-framed creature jumped on Juhdia’s arm and curled itself around Juhdia’s neck. Juhdia rubbed the Ferret’s head with his thumb, “I know boy, you missed me and I missed you. I hope they took care of you while I was away.” Angus made a thwapping sound. “Oh, really, well than, I will just have to kill them, then.” Juhdia made his way to the bed and before he could get his boots off he was fast asleep. Juhdia awoke the next day, refreshed, as he had not had a full nights sleep since the start of the mission. He took his cloths off and jumped in the shower, cold to wake him up, and then hot to relax himself. Once he was done with that, he dressed in his duty uniform and sat down for breakfast. But he could not eat. The thought of what he told Brian and Elaine weighed heavy on him. “What in the frelling Hell were you thinking?” That thought echoed in Juhdia’s mind, he had too much respect for the two of them, to let them die not knowing the truth, about who and what he was. But now, now they knew too much. And if they let the knowledge of who he really was slip out, then Camelot and Excalibur would be, besieged by every Immortal in the galaxy. No, he had to start trusting. “But can I trust those two?” Juhdia got up and headed off to Main Engineering. “Well, other than that problem, I have to file my mission report and then there is the issue of a one Adrian McKnight. That at least will prove to be an amusing distraction.” With that thought, Juhdia allowed himself a little smile.

Juhdia worked on the Listening Post, hoping to catch up with the time frame the Away Team had. Which was not very long. “Damn Juhdia, this is not good. Your first mission as mission commander and everyone is going to die. Can’t think about that now, have to finish the mission. That is first and foremost. Can’t think about the others dieing.” Juhdia continued his work. “Have to finish. But what am I going to say when the Excalibur returns and only finds me alive?” “You see Admiral Day, I killed the others and took their oxygen.” “But that means I would have to break their necks once they’re dead. No, I just wouldn’t feel right desecrating their bodies.” “You see Admiral Day, I am an Immortal. Like J’cin and Dr Zion. So that is why I am the only one left alive.” “Nope, won’t work either.” Juhdia continued his work, as of right now, this was the only thing he could do. Finish the mission. “My oxygen is almost gone, even though I do not need as much as the others, I still use up oxygen working the long hours on the post.” Juhdia dropped his laser torch, “Air, I am running out, can’t go to the tent, almost out of air there.” “Computer begin Mission Commander’s Log. Stardate… Whatever the Hell it is. Crew running on limited air supply. Boy I’d like to hear some Air Supply. I have given Dr Delgado my last full tank, I have led the crew to believe we have more oxygen than we actually have. I have done this in hopes they will not concern themselves with running out of air. They will probably figure this out themselves in time, but hopefully…. There goes that word again, hope. I have to give them something to hold onto.” Juhdia’s hand began shaking, “Come on hold it together man. Finish the job.” He picked up the torch and continued working. “We are currently sixty-eight percent finished. Alone, I can be finished with it in two days. But by then, everyone will be dead.” “But perchance to have tasted her sweet lips, ah, just the notion. I will have to talk to Elaine about that. Come on Juhdia.” “I have sent an encrypted message to the Excalibur, informing them of our situation. That had two folds, one to let them know we will be dead soon, two, to see if the transmitter works.” “If this is the last message I sent makes it through to the Excalibur… if the message. Cannot think straight, no air, my tank ran out as soon as I started working… Working…” Juhdia fell to his knees “Air…”

Xavier made his way to his Vacuum tent. He entered the pressurization chamber, when it had pressurized he entered the tent, Graham was busy somewhere else. Xavier took off his EVA suit. “Damn it Juhdia, you are getting to old for this.” Xavier placed his helmet on the desk and rubbed the ridge of his nose. Xavier stretched in his chair, “Computer begin Mission Commander’s log.” The computer chirped in response. “Mission Commander’s log, Stardate 0502.28. Work has begun on the listening post, if I work non-stop, then the post will be done in the next two days. I cannot ask any more of the Away Team, least they waste their oxygen reserves and that is not a price I can pay. But if they die in finishing the listening post, then that is a small price to pay for the safety of the Federation from the One-Hundred. And just when I felt like I was getting somewhere with Elaine…” Xavier thought to himself, “Computer, erase that last part” “Now I cannot state the mental status of the members of the Away Team, I can state that they are getting the job done. Whether or not we can complete the job, that is another thing altogether.” Xavier sighed, “Computer pause log.” Xavier stood up and stretched his back. “I am to old. I can remember when mankind looked at the stars as Gods, then we saw the first asteroid. And little did I know I would wind up being stuck on one of these rocks. Damn blasted war.” He sat back down, “Computer resume log.” “If all else fails, I will finish this listening post. Computer end and file log.” With that Xavier put on his EVA and headed out to the still unfinished listening post, he then took out his laser torch and etched something on the inside of the listening post’s shell. “If all else, at least we did our jobs.”

Juhdia looked over the supplies, but he could not shake the uneasy feeling that something bad was going to happen. If the rules of the Galaxy held true, the Excalibur may not reach them before their supplies ran out. But he had to keep that out of his mind, or at least keep it in the back of his mind, so he can formulate a plan of survival. Juhdia looked over the group that Admiral Day had placed under his command. “Alright. We will set up base camp over here by the drilling sight. Graham, McKnight, you start setting base camp up. Mr Chen, I want you to search this piece of rock for any water deposits. Now there will not be a large supply of oxygen in the deposits, but every little bit can help. Dr. Delgado, I want you to set up the supplies.” “Now, we have three vacc tents, so Chen, McKnight, you two get the first tent. Graham and myself, get the second tent and Dr. Delgado will get her own tent, which will also serve as medical tent. Once base camp is set up, we will start construction of the listening post, we will be working in shifts. First shift is Chen and myself, second is Graham and me and third shift is McKnight and… You guessed it. Me.” Juhdia walked over to the hole, “Now, these shifts will be five hour shifts, to conserve our resources. I don’t want any of you using up to much of your oxygen. Also, before each shift starts, I want Dr. Delgado to give you a once over. Last thing I want is you screwing up, from stress or fatigue. Like I said, you will use up to much of your oxygen.” Juhdia watched as the Away Team moved about like busy bees. He hoped that the Excalibur would be able to get to them in. “But, I’m not gonna bet the farm on it.”

Much has happened over the past few weeks. None mattered much to Juhdia, both Camelot and the Fleet worked to repair itself. This new threat, the One Hundred, kept everyone on their toes. They had impersonated Captain Sorehl and had even placed explosives on Federation, Romulan and Klingon vessels alike. But these were all background to the deep thoughts of Juhdia. He knew all to well, what was taking place around him. What better weapon to use against the Federation and it’s allies then their own fear. Not that any Klingon would admit fear, or Romulan for that matter. They lived by a pomp and circumstance much akin to Immortals. Juhdia himself was not immune to fear, but his object of fear was light years away. Yet the crew worked past their fears, as Juhdia too worked, yet he worked on a tool that would delay the fears and impress on the one thing that defeated fear. Hate. “How it bloody well, mucked up it is to be Human.” With this sentiment Juhdia continued his work.

Well, here's an update, I should have my PC up and running with in the next week or so. I fixed the email problem so you can now take emails from me. On the Cancer front still no word, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Hello everyone, well I have some bad and good news, bad news my PC was hacked, so if you get any emails from me in the nextfew days or anythingy after 13-Spet-04 ignore it. Plus I am going to have to ask for a leave of absense till I can get my PC fixed. Good news, I may have a cancerous growth forming on my head, so till I can get that fixed I'd also have to ask for a LOA. I know, I know, whats good about that, well from it's location it's operable, so that would mean I have beaten three major illnesses. hey, it's an ego thingy.

Juhdia looked at the device, even for a lay person in demolitions like Juhdia was, he could tell this was a weapon of destruction. But right now that did not matter, what mattered was disarming it. The device continued to beep. Juhdia breathed deep and looked at the PADD containing the Romulans data on the device. He muttered in deep silence, “Okay, now what?” The device continued to beep. Juhdia cut a circuit wire. “Alright Captain Sorehl, if you could get me three portable shield emitters. Mr Chen, when I say the word toss me a Laser Torch.” Juhdia cut another wire. The device began beeping faster. “That cannot be good.” To be continued….

Juhdia readied the conference room for the Command Staff of Admiral Day, Captains J’cin and Sorehl. He placed a PADD by each seat and aligned the PADDs with the seat, he than brought up the display of the Avalon Star System that he worked up. The Command Staff entered the room and took their seats. Juhdia faced them, “Hello, I have encountered some Sensor disruptions with the Avalon System. First, the larger planet marked as ‘Oberon’.” Juhdia could see the way the Command Staff looked at him. He raised his brows, “Avalon... Oberon... Titania... Puck.” Then he went back to his report, “This planet consists of a dense ore that complicates Camelot’s Long Range Sensors. In addition the asteroid field marked as ‘Puck’, contains a high level of Theta radiation that as well can disrupt LRS.” Juhdia magnified the main display to show the asteroid field, “As you can see, I have positioned a series of Sensor Relays on the display that will improve the LRS. As to man-hours and raw materials, we have several Class-H Probes that can be converted to Sensor Relays in under three hours with a crew of eight.” Juhdia then magnified one of the probes, and then brought up a schematic of the probe, “As you can see, using a Class-H Probe, which carries a Metaphasic Shield, the probes themselves will be able to withstand a direct attack from a Renegade Jem’Hadar vessel. And since we carry a large supply of Class-H Probes, replacing them will not be hassle.” “Base LRS configuration will not be disrupted. In fact, some primary systems will be improved. Such as, Warp –to-sublight Ion Deceleration detectors, Narrow-beam active Subspace scanners and Warp activity detector/threat analysis preprocessors.” Juhdia was amazed that he got that all out in one breath, even though breathing was not that much of a necessity for his kind. Juhdia then changed the display to the planet marked ‘Titania’. “Now, while this does not relate the LRS. The planet marked Titania is a contrast to Oberon. Being a lush Class-M planet, I recommend we invest the effort, to make this planet a relaxation destination. If only to keep up the morale of those stationed he on Camelot and in the adjoining Fleet. I myself just spent over forty hours working on the LRS and the time to make this report. I could use some time on terra-ferma.” Juhdia turned off the display and thanked the Command Staff, for their time. He then left them to evaluate and decide on his findings. “Well, I think Oberon, Titania and Puck fit nicely. For God’s sake, Willie almost named Oberon, Thanos. God, am I old.” Juhdia made his way to the shuttle bay and made an outlining run of the system, to double check his findings. Even though he had done this earlier, it never hurt to be sure.

Juhdia had been working thirty-six hours straight on Camelot’s sensors. Captain Sorehl had said that the Long Range Sensors (LRS) would not be ready for another forty-eight hours, but Juhdia was going to make sure that it would be ready before then. “Coffee?” Juhdia looked out of the sensors relay bay and saw Crewman Dennison. “Bribing me?” Dennison entered the bay and handed Juhdia a cup of coffee. “Well, it pays to suck up to ones commander.” “You’re here for a reason. Starfleet or Section Thirty-one?” “Section Thirty-one. It appears that the Immortal I am here to watch is starting to suspect that you are the real killer of Gustav. As much as we are to hide the fact that you are the real killer there is rumor. Since he had mentioned to another Immortal that he was going to kill you.” “Right now I am trying to get the LRS working, so if you will be a dear and get me a cup of Riegelian Ginger Mint Ice Tea and start to work on the ODN relays, I can get this done before the time stated by Captain Sorehl.” “Fine.” Dennison went to get Juhdia’s tea and started to work on the ODN. After five hours Juhdia and the team of Engineers that he had assembled, mostly Engineers that had gathered in Camelot’s restaurants for some late night relaxation. Juhdia left the last relay bay and entered the corridor. “Well, they said it would take forty-eight hours. And we did it in under forty-two. Give yourselves a hand, we did it.” The gathered Engineers cheered themselves. They did a far than better job and could take pride in themselves. And with the problems that the Excalibur has had of late, this was a real morale booster. Juhdia left the celebration to ready his report to the Command Staff. Even with the LRS set up, there was still more work to do. Juhdia found a quite spot and started his report, but fatigue over came him and he drifted off to sleep. Two Engineers looking for a little privacy of their own found Juhdia sleeping in the Jeffries Tube. The man looked to the woman, “Should we wake him?” The woman tugged on the man’s arm, “No, let him be. Now let’s find a Jeffries Tube of our own.”

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And Cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me The Tin Man – America Juhdia made his way to his cabin in the mountains of Washington State, a few miles outside of Seattle. When he arrived, he surveyed the land. Lush trees, spring hued green grass, the lake reflecting the setting sun. If this place did not hold such painful memories, then Juhdia would be taken back by the beauty of it all. But no, like so many places on Earth, the memories were filled with pain and death, death that Juhdia often brought about. Juhdia stood by the door, his hand on the doorknob. Something was holding him back, but he knew he had to continue. “You came this far Juhdia.” He turned the knob and opened the door. Juhdia dropped his bag on the floor as Zanna ran to him, she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his back and her arms around his neck and kissed him. Juhdia placed his right hand on her back and his left hand to brace her neck as he kissed her back.. After a warm greeting Juhdia and Zanna sat down for dinner. The two ate silently, until they were both done Zanna spoke up, “Okay, now for dessert. Come into the kitchen.” Juhdia followed Zanna, she stopped by the counter and picked up two jars, “Chocolate or Cherry?” Juhdia smiled, “Cherry.” Zanna opened her robe and poured the cherry syrup across her shoulders and down her chest. Juhdia licked the syrup from Zanna’s neck and tilted his head up and whispered in her ear, “Now I remember why I love you so much.” Yes, Zanna was only eighteen, but as George Burns would often say, “I’d date women my own age, if I can find any.” And to Juhdia it went beyond a physical love, yes she had a lithe but muscular body as Juhdia liked. But there was more, the spark in her eyes when would welcome Juhdia home. The lilt in her voice when she said ‘G’ words. The way her brow would crinkle when she watched sad news. These and so much more were the reason why after millenniums, Juhdia believed he had found the one thing that all men and women searched for, true love. Angus’ chirping awoke Juhdia from his little daydream. Juhdia placed Angus’ cage on the floor and opened it up, “All right, don’t eat the walls.” Juhdia then went about placing his belongings away and started to make dinner, honey rice and pork tempura. Once he was finished making his supper, he cleaned up the kitchen and sat down for his meal. Half way through his dinner, Juhdia stopped, he sensed another Immortal. Having lived for so long, Juhdia could tell which Immortal he sensed, having sensed them before. Juhdia heard the door open. “Gustav, come in.” Gustav did not answer, but came in. Juhdia brushed the rice into the bowel from his chop sticks and placed the eating utensils down on a napkin. He stood up and faced Gustav, then Juhdia sat himself on to the table, keeping his hands on the rim of the table. “Well, aren’t you going to say anything?” Gustav looked at Juhdia with disgust. At one time the two Immortals were a part of a small group that held high rank with in the Nazi party. But when the Reich began to wane the, the group of Immortals planned their escape, however Juhdia came back after his death as Reihard Heydrich and killed everyone except for Gustav, who knew of Juhdia’s past and refused to trust him. In Immortal circles, it was known as ‘The Berlin Massacre.’ And the only two Immortals to survive it stood face to face now. Juhdia slumped his shoulders, “Come on Gustav, is this any way to treat an old friend?” Gustav spat at Juhdia, “Old friends? It seems that your friends have a habit of dieing.” Juhdia looked up, then back at Gustav, “Yes, you do have a point there Gustav.” Juhdia looked around, “Say, you didn’t by chance see a Denubian Ferret did you.” Gustav said nothing. “Well, I’m sure he will turn up. Now, to you. You have heard that this house is consecrated. One of the benefits of having been a Rabbi and a Brother. Not to mention the leader of my own Dooms Day Cult. But I digress. You Gustav, you were not the best of men. Smuggling Romulan Ale, selling Orion females on the Black Market. And, worst of all. Selling Delpin meat to the Klingons. Yes, they did find it to be a delicacy. That’s what got you put away. Now, who informed Starfleet that you were selling a sentient race, a race that was a member of the Federation no less. Oh, wait, it was me.” Gustav face was turning red with rage, “I spent sixty long years in a Federation penal colony for that. Now you will pay.” “You cannot fight me here. What were you going to do. Beat me to a pulp then drag me off this land and take my head there?” Gustav nodded, “Yes, that was the plan.” Juhdia laughed. “Now let me see. As the story goes….” Juhdia flick a switch under the table and a throwing dagger popped out. Juhdia grabbed the dagger and threw it into Gustav’s heart, cutting two of the four chambers. Juhdia waited for Gustav to come back to life. Gustav’s body began to jerk and he opened his eye. “What? Are you so much a coward that you have to tie me up?” Juhdia circled the chair that Gustav was now bound to. “Let me see, where was I? Ah, yes. As the story goes, I took Zanna’s head here in this house. But I’ve had this house for at least forty years before I took her in. So then, if I took her head here, how could it be consecrated ground? Over three hundred years and not one of my fellow Immortals figured it out.” Juhdia stopped when he was in front of Gustav. “You lying bastard. Your day will come.” Juhdia laughed, “Yes, I think you are right. My day will come, when this Galaxy bows down in before me. Proclaiming me their God. I will then weed out the weak from the strong, and as the centuries pass and we venture out of this Galaxy, my strength will grow. The Breen already have accepted me as their God, soon others will. I am not a fascist as you and the others were. I am now and always have been an Anarchist. I didn’t realize it till I helped the rebellion on Ariel IV, but I know what I am. I will give you the rest of your life to think it over. All three seconds.” With a swift stroke Juhdia took Gustav’s head. And then, like so many times before, the lifeforce of Gustav left his body and entered Juhdia’s. Juhdia fell to his knees. And when the transfer was complete, Juhdia with his head hung low, raised his eyes to the headless body of Gustav and Juhdia smiled, a wide malicious smile, “Better than sex.” “What is it like?” Juhdia thought hard, “Okay, it’s like being electrocuted and having every nerve in your body pulled every which way. There, does that answer your question?” Zanna scrunched her face and threw one of the couch pillows at Juhdia. “No. When do I get the chance to take on another Immortal. I mean, I have the advantage being Transeugenic and all.” She laid her head in Juhdia’s lap. Juhdia brushed his fingers through her long flaxen hair, “Yes, but you need more training.” Zanna sat up, “Well, if we cut down on the sex, then we’d have more time to train. I mean, you are gone half the time with the WHO (World Health Organization). I only get to see you a few days a month, if even that.” “Fine, put your training gear on and meet me in the Zendo garden.” Juhdia put his black Hakama and gray flannel Hakama Kimono on and went to the garden. Zanna was dressed in her black Hakama and blue Keikogi, draped in her Obi was her Tachi and Katana, as was Juhdia. “Now remember, two swords are better than one and one head is better than two. As is the rules of the Quickening. There can be only one.” Juhdia drew his Tachi with his left hand blade facing down. Then he drew his Katana with his right hand, blade facing up. “Now with one blade you can use as defense and the other for offense. Holding the blades in this fashion allows you to change offense to defense and vise versa.” The two practiced well into the night, Juhdia was impressed with Zanna’s skill and stamina. Each moved their swords with fluid motion. Juhdia carried Gustav’s body out of the house, then he went back in and brought out a Type Three Phaser Rifle and disposed of Gustav’s body leaving no trace. Juhdia then went into the house and made some Phaser burns on the Gustav’s sword with a Type One Phaser.

Juhdia sat down for his lunchtime meeting with MacIntyre. The two men had developed a good working relationship and their lunchtime meetings had become a regular event. They would discuss the repairs and refit work that was completed, in the process of being completed and what was just beginning. Juhdia sat down with his Angus Beef Steak, Steak Fries and Green Beans and MacIntyre was having his usual, Chicken Watercress Salad. The two men talked while they ate, with Juhdia pointing out everything the SCE were doing wrong. MacIntyre laughed, “Crispin, you sound like a redundant data stream.” Juhdia looked up from his meal, “And what, let your people muck everything up. Hell no.” The two finished their meals and the conversation turned to a less work related and to a little bit more personal. “So Crispin, I was wondering if you were seeing anyone at the moment?” Juhdia arched a brow, “Let me guess, fat, hideously deformed sister with a great personality.” MacIntyre laughed again, “No, no.” He paused. “She’s already married. And to a Klingon no less. I don’t know if their kids are ugly or beautiful.” MacIntyre swirled his rosé around, took an sip, “Well, it’s not for my sister. It’s for me.” Juhdia did a spit take, spraying MacIntyre with his Riegelian Ginger Mint Iced Tea. “I’m sorry, are you hitting on me?” MacIntyre shrugged, “Yes.” “Well, well. I’m not sure what to say. You did see me hit on half of your female crewmembers, right?” “Yes. But I just to it as you were trying to play the part, because sometimes you would come on a little to strong. No problem.” “No problem, well I’m just a little wigged out by this. I guess it was more of the surprise factor, than him being gay.” MacIntyre waved his hand in front of Juhdia’s face. “Hello, is anybody in there?” Juhdia shrugged off his train of thought and centered on the current conversation. “Forgive me. I was just thinking of what this would be like if we had this conversation say, oh, four hundred years ago.” MacIntyre nodded. “True, those were different times. A time when who you loved didn’t matter as much as the fact that they were the different sex. Not to mention race.” MacIntyre scoffed. What would they think about my last lover, he was Deltan.” “Hmm, species. That’s a different swing on the time. But I’m sure that Humans, back then would find a problem with that.” The conversation turned to interests the two men had and some that they even shared. Little did MacIntyre know that Juhdia had seen first hand the crimes that Man had committed against Man and that Juhdia had been one who committed them.

Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, turn critics out of mere revenge and spite. - John Dryden Juhdia changed his duty uniform, putting his damaged one in the replicator, when he reached Earth, he could a new one made. He put on his engineering cover alls on and headed for Main Engineering, he knew he would not like what he would find when he arrived there. Juhdia entered Main Engineering. “Oh my God, what are you people doing?” Juhdia walked over to one of the Engineers that was apart of the refit crew, “What are you doing?” He grabbed PADD from the Engineers’ hand. “This will not due. The Warp Core matrix needs at least another thirty thousand giga hertz. The Matter/Anti-Matter engine shielding is well under standard protocol. And not to mention your uniform is a complete mess.” Juhdia slammed the PADD into the Engineers’ chest. “Now everyone listen up, we are going to get this refit done one of two ways. My way or the hard way. And let me tell you, they’re the same thing.” The Engineers looked to Juhdia, they could see the veins bulging on his forehead. Juhdia began to roll up his sleeves and went to work. It is said that every Engineer owns his ship, they look at everything that was not apart of their vision as an owner. An Engineer walked over to Juhdia. “Hello, I am Lieutenant Senior Grade MacIntyre, duty shift Commander of the assigned Starfleet Corp of Engineers, that are here to repair and refit the USS Excalibur. And you are, Ensign?” The last part carried an air of sarcasm. Juhdia gave MacIntyre a hard glare, “Ensign Crispin Warren Xavier. Engineer of the Excal. I am here to see what the hell you and you’re crew are doing.” MacIntyre looked over Juhdia, “Well, for your information, Ensign, I do not answer to a Fleet standard Engineer, Ensign.” Again with each time MacIntyre’s voice changed to a degrading tone. “Yes, well, I am here to see that there are no short cuts, that the right materials are used for the right refit and repairs.” Juhdia circled MacIntyre, examining the repair crew, “Okay, but stay away from the Cloaking Device.” MacIntyre laughed, “You have a set brass ones don’t you.” Juhdia gave his trademarked half smile, it had been centuries since he had heard that term, it almost made Juhdia like MacIntyre. But Juhdia was Bull Stud protecting his heard from a new stud and he would do anything to get this new stud away from his field. “Yes I do.” “Okay, Ensign, I’ll make you a deal. My men finish the Warp Engine before set time, ten days from now. My men do it in seven days and shave off that stupid beard.” Juhdia gave him another hard glare. “Okay, let’s shake on it.” The two men shook hands, each held the other’s hard, trying to crush the others. Juhdia left Main Engineering, once he was down the corridor and out of sight he started fanning his hand, “Owe.” Days past, Juhdia worked on the Cloaking Device as MacIntyre’s men worked diligently on the Warp Engine. It looked as if MacIntyre would win the bet. Juhdia looked at his beard in the reflection on a console. “Damn, I’ve had this style for over a century.” The seven days had pasted and MacIntyre’s men had finished the repairs and refit on the Warp Engine. Juhdia entered Main Engineering and found MacIntyre with his men. MacIntyre was holding a razor, a container of shaving cream and a container of water. “I believe you will be needing these Ensign Xavier.” “All right. I am a man of my word.” Juhdia took the shaving cream and razor, he lathered his beard and slowly brought the razor to his face. “Double or nothing you cannot finish the Shielding repairs before we reach Earth?” MacIntyre smiled and shook his head. “This will teach you for criticizing my work.”

The great end of life is not knowledge, but action. - T. H. Huxley Juhdia steadied his horse; he turned to his second, “Sergeant Taumborn, take thirty men and cover the left flank.” Then he turned to his third in command, “Corporal Winslow, take ten men and cover the right flank, start your charge ten minutes after the left flank.” Juhdia turned to C Troop’s bugler, the young man just one or two years shy of fifteen, “Mister Styles, signal the charge.” Juhdia raised his cutlass high as Private Styles blew into his bugle, ‘CHARGE!!” Juhdia rushed the first Jem’Hadar near him, if only Captain J’cin knew that Juhdia kept a sword under the weapons console in Main Engineering, he would have him by the neck, so to speak. Juhdia slit the Ketracel-White tube; he then brought his blade up and slit the Jem’Hadar’s throat. Juhdia charged the next Jem’Hadar from behind; this one was fighting another Jemmie. Juhdia increased his speed and then he threw his cutlass into the air and jumped forward making sure to get his legs up. He extended his arm grabbing the first Jemmie by the neck, he kicked the second one to the floor. As he came down, he braced his legs down and snapped the Jemmie’s neck. Juhdia reached into the air and caught his cutlass; he thrust it into the Jemmie’s stomach and carried it straight into the Jemmie’s chest. Juhdia wiped the blood from his blade and turned to see Graham, Itana and a few other Engineers fighting the good fight. But the thought racing threw Juhdia’s mind was Graham’s warning about random fire hitting the Matter/Anti-Matter Engine. Juhdia ran to the Engine’s console and slammed his palm onto the Engine’s shielding. As the blue force wall flickered into life, Juhdia felt a pain in his back. Then Juhdia’s limp lifeless body fell to the floor, with his last thought being that he saved the lives of a few Engineers and probably the ship and every life on it. Juhdia felt the spark of life surge throughout his entire body; this was nothing new to him, as he had died in battle many times before. He crawled from the mud and muck of the river bend; the last thing he remembered was fighting the Sioux, ordering his men onward to battle, to victory. But he knew there was to be no victory. Juhdia looked around and he saw the dead, his men lay dead before him and behind him. Juhdia heard some Indians looking for their dead, as was their custom. He waited till just past night fall and all the Indians were gone. Then he went about scavenging the dead of the Seventh Calvary, looking for gold, silver, cash. He grabbed two repeating rifles and as much ammunition as he could carry. It was three weeks before Juhdia found a horse. It bore the Calvary blanket, but Juhdia could not recognize the horse so he could not tell who the owner was. But Juhdia could tell, whoever the man was, he was dead. Juhdia continued to travel off the beaten path and bedding a few hours at night. Mostly it was to give the horse a rest, yes even he needed to sleep and eat, but Juhdia would wait to rest once he was in the Dakota Territories. Once there he could get washed, shaved, new clothes and there check a coach to the nearest town with a train depot. And from train he would board a ship to take him to Europe where he could hide till the memory of Captain James Richards of the Seventh Calvary’s C Troop was long gone. The battle was to much for Juhdia’s soul. How many time had he fought against forces greater than his own and he looses each time, first the Spartans and now this. Juhdia stared out over the bow. He felt the sea call to him as if it were welcoming him home. The sea was a dark blue under the coming night sky. Yes, he had drowned before and of all his death, it was the best death he ever faced. A young woman disturbed Juhdia in mid thought. “Excuse me sir, but I saw you earlier on the upper deck and I was wondering if you would like to join me…” “For the dance in the main hall?” The girl smiled. “Yes sir.” Juhdia looked the girl over, she could barely be eighteen, but to the world Juhdia was in his early twenties, when he wanted to look that way. And at this time he did. Juhdia almost smiled. “Well, young miss, I would be honored.” Juhdia followed the girl to the dance hall and danced the night away, giving his soul time to rest from the pain of Little Big Horn.

I long to accomplish a great & noble task, but it is my chief duty, to accomplish humble tasks, as though they were great & noble. The world is moved by along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but by the aggregate of the tiny pushes, of each honest worker. - Helen Keller Crispin followed Lieutenant Kroells orders to inventory and power up all labs systems. As Crispin was heading to Science Labs One and Two on Deck 6. As Crispin entered Lab One, he found it in some disarray, the repair crews fixed the paneling, the consoles and most of the equipment. But left food wrappers, drink containers as well as equipment spread all over the floor. Crispin sighed and went to work. Crispin set about to work, cleaning the lab, putting everythingy in its place and cataloging all of the gear, noting what was missing. He marked it on a PADD and went to lab two. When Crispin arrived in Science Lab two he found it much in the same state as lab one, but there was less work to do. It was clean and the lab itself was in order, but again there was a problem with the gear. It was all in storage boxes and not where it should be. So Crispin went about putting the gear away, while marking it off on the invoice. There were only three sensor pads missing, but that was not a great loss, as the pads never seem to get used. Once Crispin was done, he headed for the Turbo Lift, “Deck 8, Section 9, Science Lab three.” Crispin listened to the Muzak pour out of the Turbo Lift speakers, oh how he wished an announcement would come through stopping that incessant Muzak. But no such luck. Once he reached his deck, he bolted out of the Turbo Lift and headed to the lab, trying to get that tune out of his head. As Crispin entered the lab, it was more in order, but all the supplies were still in storage containers. So this meant not only did he have to unload the supplies, he would have to match the supplies to the containers invoice and to the request forms. “Great, just great.” Crispin went to work checking and double checking the invoice, the request form and what was in the storage containers. Every thingy matched up, so Crispin began putting the equipment away. Once he was done he took a little break and ordered a Riegelian Ginger Mint Iced Tea. He sat back, drank his tea and reviewed the lasted reports on Super Strings. After his break was over, Crispin placed his glass in the replicator and headed to the next lab, Stellar Cartography on deck eleven, section thirteen. There was little to be done in this lab, as it was all hardwired computer equipment. Some panels needed to be overhauled and a diagnostic run. But this lab proved to be the easiest. After that was done Crispin headed to deck twenty-two, to go over Science Lab 4, Botanical Garden, Botanical Lab, Biological Sciences Lab. With everythingy in place, Crispin filed his log and went to the crew lounge to sit back and enjoy a nice glass of Riegelian Ginger Mint Iced Tea

Thanks to Feanor and Graham for use of their characters for this log. When I resist, …. The concentration of power I am resisting the processes of death, because the concentration of power is what always precedes, the destruction of Human initiative, and, therefore of Human energy. -Woodrow Wilson Graham eased Juhdia into a chair, Juhdia waved Graham away, “I’ll be okay in a minute or so.” As Juhdia spoke his stem cells began to go to work repairing his broken arm. Graham's eyes widened, "A minute!? You just fell a deck and broke your arm! We'll discuss this in sickbay." Juhdia rolled his arm a few times, his face winced from the pain, but then it stopped. Juhdia looked up to Graham, “See, all better. Now Lieutenant I have worked to get to. But hey, thanks any way. Graham saw how quickly Juhdia’s arm had healed. "Bloody, how did you do that?" Juhdia waved it off and the two men went to work. Juhdia went over to the Cloaking Device and started to see what was going wrong. Not that Juhdia knew too much about the device, but from past experience he knew that the device not only masked the physical, but the ships energy signatures as well. The ship was running silent, but there was still too much energy being put out from the ship. Lieutenant Feanor was fielding information to Juhdia and Graham, but there was still so much more information needed Main Engineering was like a hub of bees working together to insure that the ship would still be able to function, Juhdia did not know who was attacking, that was for Tactical, however for his own needs, he wished to know who it was. Once Juhdia was finished with the repairs to the Cloaking Device, he moved over to where Lt. Graham was working, “Sir, I can have a damage control team ready to roll for external repairs to the hull in five minutes. And if at all possible, could I lead the team?”

Cornflakes ran through the lush fields of Styles' farm. "Oh the joy, to return home, but most of all, the females, oh the females. It's better than being in a Ferengi bar." Jefferson Styles worked the tabacco fields. It was good to be on Kerlalalalas IV again. He had his farm, he had Cornflakes. But most of all he had Lumina. Lum brought her husband his Iced Tea. Styles looked at Lum, her green hair flowing in the wind. What more could Styles or any man ask for. Gina was dead, Section 31 was falling apart at the seems and he was at peace. "Pika pi. Pika, pika, pikachu, chu." Styles smiled at Cornflakes, "Okay boy, have your fun, but if you get any of them pregnant, you moving into the barn. Understand?" Corny smiled back at Styles, "Pika pi, pika, pika, ka." ("Yeah, but you and Lum have been knocking boots like a Charazard and you two have nine kids.") Styles and Lum went back to the house and got ready for dinner. Styles shouted out to his daughters, "Buttercup, Blossom, Bubbles wash up and head to the table. Oh, bring your brothers with you." As Styles sat down he thought to himself, "Peaceful, just peaceful." Styles rocked back and forth, "Peaceful, peaceful, peaceful." He kept repeating the word over and over again. The Doctors looked at him. "Is the jacket really needed?" One of the female Doctors turned to Naduku, Styles half brother, "Well, at his level of medication it does not seem necessary, but during his last psychotic episode, he killed three guards. Yes, it is necessary." Naduku shook his head. "First Gina, or the Founder disguised as Gina, killed his pet Cornflakes, then murdered our Father, his Mother and Brother. I can understand why he went insane." The Doctor nodded, "Yes, but with his unique genetic structure, most drugs will not work, I already have him on a level of Thorizine that would kill most other Humans. That and the Depakote seem to be the only thing keeping him under control. But still, I am not going to inform any more families that they have lost a brother, sister, son, daughter, Mother or Father." Naduku nodded and left. As he went to his shuttle, Lum greeted him. "How is my beloved?" Naduku shook his head, "No change." The tears fell down Lum's cheek, past her scares and onto her cloak that hid her face and missing arm. She knew that even though she was disfigured Styles still loved her, then why else would he ask her to marry him. Styles smiled at his wife Lum and their children. "Peaceful, peaceful." The Doctor looked at the others, "We have no choice." She turned to the Security Officers, "If needed maximum stun, but if you have no other choice. Kill him." The Security Officers nodded and the Doctors walked away. Jefferson Styles just rocked back and forth. "Peaceful, peaceful..."

Juhdia dressed and headed back to the Excalibur, he didn’t even bother leaving a note, after all the centuries, why even bother. As Juhdia headed for the Promenade he suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge and his teeth began to tingle. “I know you’re there Wallace. And don’t even bother, I’m unarmed.” Juhdia checked his pocket, there was his type one Phaser. “Well, unarmed for our kind of battle.” Wallace stepped into the light, “I’ve come for you Juhdia, sword or no sword. I will have your head.” Juhdia shook his head, “Wallace, you’re about three centuries to late. I have resigned from the Gathering.” Juhdia leaned forward towards Wallace, “But if you must. Take my head. Be known as the Immortal that killed Juhdia. An unarmed Juhdia.” Wallace flew into a rage, “No one can resign from the Gathering, it is our cast in life! It is what we do.” Juhdia almost smiled. “Wallace, you still haven’t figured it out have you. We make our own fate, if the cast we draw in life is to lead to our own destruction. Then we must simply draw another cast. And decide for ourselves what we do. So again. If you must take my head, then do so.” Juhdia stood there for about a minute then he looked up and Wallace was gone, but his sword was on the ground.

To: Lieutenant Rick O’Neal, Acting Engineering Chief From: Ensign Crispin W. Xavier; Engineering Department CC: Admiral W. Day, Captain K. J’cin Re: Resources for planned modifications to Impulse and Warp Drive of the USS Excalibur. As per my discussions with Lt. O’Neal on improving the time ratio of sub-light Impulse Drive System (IDS) and FTL Warp drives. I will lie out the over all design modifications and resources needed for said modifications. The first resource needed for this project is manpower. With a team of four to five Engineers working with me, the project should take no longer then four weeks. If we used less than the stated amount, the time would increase to two months, which would be a waste of resources and man-hours. The second resource needed is materials; below is a listing of needed materials: 1) A Plasma Siphoner at 1.9m in length and 3.2m in diameter 2) 2 sheets of tritanium at .7m in length and .25m in diameter each 3) 1 sheet of non-electron bonded duranium at 1.3m in length and .25m in diameter 4) 1 sheet of biaxially stressed tritanium at .9m in length and .25m in diameter 5) 4 rods of electron bonded duranium at 1.1m in length and 15cm in diameter 6) 18m of Magnetohydrodynamic Plasma cabling The two sheets of tritanium, one sheet of non-electron bonded duranium and one sheet of biaxially stressed tritanium are fused 1.1m from the core of the Plasma Siphoner by electron bonded duranium. Causing reactionary energy revitalization of the Plasma returning to the IDS. The Magnetohydrodynamic Plasma cabling will bring the used Plasma from the IDS to the Plasma Siphoner, then lead it back to the IDS revitalized for use to power the IDS. This will allow the Excalibur to maintain full Impulse for twenty minutes over current standards. As this does not appear to be an advantage for the cost of man-hours, the total gained IDS velocity is .03c which would count as over three thousand, six hundred fifty hours per stellar year, figuring at added Impulse to be used every two days. The proposed enhancements to the IDS will not prove useful to Warp Drive Factor. As further testing proves the proposed enhancements would not work as per the IDS, these tests also proved a danger to the Excalibur in combat scenarios.

Juhdia finished his check up on the Cloaking Device and filed his diagnostic log. Then he left Engineering for a break. He could have gone to the holodeck, were there was a showing of ‘The African Queen’, but he had already seen the flick five hundred times already, so Juhdia headed down up to the lounge to relieve some stress. When Juhdia entered the lounge, there were only seven other people in the lounge. He walked over to the replicator, “Riegelian Ginger Mint Iced Tea.” The drink appeared before him, he took it and sat down. Then Juhdia took out five PADDs from his jacket and took a sip of his tea. Juhdia shrugged then placed the glass on the table and began to review the data on the PADDs. After reviewing the data about the Warp Drive Systems, Juhdia shook his head, “Damn it! Every time the Matter/Anti-Matter blows up and turns the Warp Nacelles into a floating bomb.” The others in the lounge turned to Juhdia with odd expressions on their faces. He looked around, holding up a PADD, “New designs.” The others nodded. Juhdia sipped his ice tea, he placed the glass down and picked up another PADD, he thought to himself, “Come on Juhdia, you built the first Warp drive with Zefram and John. Of course we used a different power supply, but I worked on later versions. I was there when Dr. Archer designed a Warp three. Oh, I should have been there, working first hand, not via mail. Well, I just have to accept the fact, that I cannot do it.” Juhdia dropped his head on the table. “Maybe later, this is a prototype and they don’t all make it from prototype to working models, but the first works are used for later versions.” Juhdia finished with his work on the Impulse drive and finished his tea. Then he grabbed his PADDs and went to O’Neal’s office to drop off his resource request form for the Impulse drive enhancements.

As Crispin exited the TL to the Bridge, he saw the damage first hand. Consoles blown to pieces, blood all over the carpet. Yes it was a battle ground and Crispin had seen them, it almost reminded him Ariel IV, almost, there just wasn’t death in the air. Crispin took his place at the secondary Science console, as the primary console was over by Tactical, Engineering, Operations. Not to mention in Dr. Smith. Crispin started running scans, they were home, home being Federation space. But for Crispin they were to close to Romulan Space. As the scans flashed by Crispin typed in the data to appropriate files recording the effects of the jump to space. While there were fluctuations during the jump, all spatial anomalies had dissipated. The data recorded during the jump would be useful for later research, maybe evening bringing the QoB/Lakota home. Or if there is another mishap like the USS Voyager. But that would be for later research. Now, the Reaent to be fixed up. Good thing Crispin had taken some Engineering class at the Academy. Hell it was part of his Wary Theory Technologies Degree. But now was a time of recovery for those injured to go to sick bay, for those still able to stand on their own two feet, to fill in for those that could not. This would be a chance for Juhdia to see first hand how this crew reacts, how they perform under pressure. Also it would give Crispin a chance to prove to his fellow crewmates that he too can pick up the pieces and put together what was now broken.

2264 Risa Juhdia sat at his table drinking, he watched as everyone played and danced and had a merry time. But this was not for him, he had seen so many people have joy, but it just made him moody. He pondered what to do with his Immortality. “I could spend the next few centuries traveling the Galaxy cursing everyone. No, I’d have attorneys for Douglas Adams hunting me down. Just what I need, more people hunting me.” “Hello, you seem down.” Juhdia looked up to see a Pleasure Girl. “Down, no. Just thinking, thinking about the past.” The woman sat down at Juhdia’s table. “Well, if the past is so upsetting, then think about now. You are on Risa after all. And Risa is the pleasure planet, not the brooding planet.” She smiled and poured herself a drink. Juhdia sipped his drink, “You’re right. I’m not sure why I came here.” The woman smiled again, “You see, you need to enjoy yourself and not brood.” Juhdia shook his head, “I’m sorry, but I’m not really in the mood to be social right now.” The woman stood up, “Okay, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you brood, if you will escort me to tonight’s Luau.” Juhdia almost smiled, “Okay, you’ve got a deal “ The Pleasure Girl left Juhdia to his memories. -31 B.C. Earth Juhdia stood watch, looking for Cleopatra’s fleet, but there was no sign of it. A Centurion approached Juhdia. “General Cato, Octavian wishes to speak with you.” Juhdia nodded and handed his post to the Centurion and went to see his leader. Juhdia made his way through the galley to Octavian’s quarters. Octavian’s quarters were unlike the other Emperors, more spartan, more of a leaders quarters. A man ready for battle. This was one of the reason Juhdia served Octavian with such vigor. Juhdia knelt and slammed his left hand to his right breast, “You called for me Emperor Octavian.” Octavian laughed, “Marcus, please, do not be so formal. However it is nice to see one of my most trusted still following edict. Please stand, I have reviewed your plans and heading to the rim of Afrika and heading North on the Nile, while the remaining of our fleet coming south from Rome and the remaining of our forces attacking from land from the east and west. But best of all having them attack in phases will confuse even Marc Anthony. They will never know the true might of our forces.” Juhdia pick up an hour glass and tilted it up and down, then he replaced it on the table. “Emperor Octavian, we should not count Marc Anthony out. He was taught by you.” Octavian laughed, “And he was taught by you as well Marcus.” “But a good teacher does not teach everything he knows to one student. He leaves a few tricks up his sleeve.” Octavian smiled, “True Juhdia, true.” The first wave came from the west at night, catching Cleopatra’s forces off guard. As Marc Anthony ordered the troops to protect the west, Juhdia’s ships came up the Nile from the south. Wave after wave Octavian’s forces crushed Cleopatra’s forces, leaving her royal guards to protect her. But they were of little help, Juhdia ran through each of them like butter. Then he called for Octavian to take the credit for the capture of Cleopatra. A true soldier serves his leader not for his own glory, but for the fame of his and glory of his leader. And in the eyes of Juhdia, Octavian was worth such loyalties. Yes, it was Alexander who conquered most the world under Roman rule, but Octavian kept it under Roman rule, not by force, but by brilliant leadership. Yes, even Octavian would have to resort to force now and then, but he would way his options and seek an mutual resolve. This is what made Octavian the greatest of all Roman Emperors. And one of Juhdia’s favorite leaders. 2264 Risa Juhdia prepared himself for his date, he checked himself over, brushing off some lint on his sleeve. No matter what, Juhdia had always kept himself well groomed, even in the heat of battle, he was bathed and shaved. He checked the clock and saw that he had some time before his date, so he poured himself another drink and remembered the past. 486 Turkey, Earth “Behind you my King!” Juhdia called out to Riothamus. The King of the Britons turned and sliced the Turkish soldier. Juhdia watched as the fabled sword cut through the thick leather armor as though it were a cloth turnic. Juhdia brought his axe down on the Turk he was fighting and made his to Riothamus. “My King, you should head back to the ship, we have this well under hand and I do not wish for you to get hurt.” Riothamus laughed, “Galahad, it is the duty of a King to fight with his men. Not cower in fear away from battle.” Riothamus cut through another Turk. “Besides, why should I let you have all the fun.” Juhdia laughed, “Yes my King.” Once the battle was finished, Juhdia and the other Knights of the Round Table met with Riothamus in his tent. “Well, gentlemen, we have won a small victory for God and England. Yes small. There is so much more to do. As Knights sworn to God, we must bring his word to these savages. Galahad has volunteered to be the first to speak with those we have captured. Though I find it interesting that Galahad always volunteers to be first in battle, to speak to and convert the savages and other deeds that you, my most trusted Knights should look forward to doing.” Riothamus continued and then laid out his plans for the next battle. This time the other Knights of the Round Table volunteered before Juhdia could even say a word. Juhdia thought it interesting that Riothamus did not speak down to the others, but in a way challenged the others to prove their might without challenging them at all. Juhdia remembered Octavian doing such, this is what separates me lead and true leaders. 2264 Risa Juhdia met up with his date. The two danced and ate and had a merry time. Juhdia was not sure if his escort was simply doing her job or if she had an interest in him. As the night ended, the kiss she gave Juhdia answered question. The next morning, Juhdia awake to find the Pleasure Girl, Allana still in his bed. She was fast asleep. Juhdia just looked at her and admired her form, he wondered if she was Genetically Engineered to be a perfect, as beautiful as she was. He traced her still asleep form with his finger, but as beautiful as she ws she was still no Zanna. Juhdia got out of bed and jumped in the shower, once he was done he got dressed. By now Allana was awake. “Leaving so soon Juhdia?” Juhdia her one of his trade mark almost smile. “Yes, my ship is leaving this afternoon.” Allana pulled the sheet over her brest, “So, no good-bye? That just doesn’t seem like you.” “I was going to leave you a note.” Juhdia moved closer to Allana, he sat on the bed and kissed her. “But I guess that is better.” Alanna smiled, “Yes, it is. But you still have yet to tell me where you are going.” Juhdia stood up and turned to Allana, “I’m joining a group of colonist heading to a new world just on the other side of the Beta Quadrant. It will take about eight months to get there at warp seven. But I am looking forward to making a new start, to work the land with my hands. It’s been a while since I have done that.” Allana stood up, letting the sheet drop from her body, “Is there anything I can do that would keep you here?” Juhdia almost smiled and shook his head, “No. I have my mind made up. But if you would like to go with me.” Allana shook her head, “No, I’m used to the good life. I really can’t see my self working a farm.” Juhdia shrugged, “Well, I tried.” Allana laughed, “And so did I.” Juhdia drew closer to Allana and kissed her. Then grabbed his bags and headed to his shuttle that would take him to the ship that would bring him to a new world and second chances to make a fresh, clean start.

Duty Report: Ensign Xavier Probe schematics Probe Hull: Length: 2.3 meters Width: 1.62 meters Materials: The probe hull consists of several alloys, below is a listing of the alloys from initial scans by the USS Reaent. Copper: probe hull consists of .43 % copper Nickel: probe hull consists of 1.63 % nickel Trilithium: probe hull consists of 28.94 % Trilithium Tritanium: probe hull consists of 14.25 % Tritanium Reaentium*: probe hull consists of 54.75 % of Reaentium The nature of the probe itself is unknown as the USS Reaent was only able to scan the probe’s exterior. Below is a theoretical purpose of the probe as filed by Ensign Crispin Xavier, Science Officer, USS Reaent. The probe could be used as an exploration device by a species outside of our Galaxy (as the probe itself had matter that is only located at the Galactic Rim attached to its hull), though as to what purpose this species could be using the probe for is unknown as the USS Reaent was not able to access the probe’s computer core. Its use could be an exploration probe for Cultural, Scientific or Militaristic data collecting. If we are able to get the probe back, I would suggest a full scan of its computer core, to see what data it has collected over the past few centuries it has been in use. This could be useful to Starfleet as we would be able to see how worlds that the probe collected data on have advanced, from a purely scientific view. * Reaentium. This is a new alloy as discovered by Dr. Brian Smith and Ensign Xavier. The alloy itself was named by Dr. Smith. This alloy could give us ! a clue as to whom sent the probe out in the first place.

Starfleet Record: Crispin Xavier Name: Crispin Xavier Age: 32 Date of Birth: Unknown – records of Ariel IV destroyed during colony revolt Planet of Birth: Ariel IV HT: 6’ 2” / 1.88 m. WT: 187 lbs. / 9.35 hg. Hair: Blond Eyes: Green Known Relatives: None Education: Starfleet Academy – Masters Degree in Tactical Sciences Starfleet Academy – Masters Degree in Warp Theory Technologies Starfleet Academy – Bachelors Degree in Xeno Relations Starfleet Academy – Bachelors Degree in Applied Federation Law Medical Report: “Mr. Xavier is in perfect health, although bone age shows anomalies, it is of my opinion that Mr. Xavier meets and exceeds all physical requirements of service in Starfleet.” Excerpt from Dr. Junivar El’Far report on Crispin Xavier for his Starfleet Academy medical exam. Psychological Report: “The subject does not appear to hold any anger to his Captain or towards the Fleet for his demotion. It is of my opinion that Crispin Xavier has met all requirements and can be reinstated to active Starfleet duty.” Excerpt from report on Crispin Xavier. Starfleet Service Record. 2371; Enter Starfleet Academy’s six year program. During this time Cadet Xavier works with Starfleet Intelligence deciphering Breen messages during the Dominion War. 2377; Graduates Starfleet academy, promoted to rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. 2377; Assigned to the USS Lincoln, as secondary Chief of Security. 2379; During a Search and Rescue mission on Delovia VII, to rescue Federation Ambassador Hart, all but the Ambassador, and three of the Security Officers were killed. Including the Lincoln’s Chief of Security. Field promotion to Lieutenant Senior Grade and Chief of Security of the Lincoln. Five months later Starfleet Command officially recognizes promotion of Mr. Xavier. 2380; Reassigned to Defiant class vessel USS Dumont, named after the hero of the Romulan War, Captain Arcamedis Dumont, as Chief of Security and promoted to rank of Lieutenant Commander. 2381; Demoted to rank of Lieutenant Senior Grade after the death of an ambassador, under his watch. Both Mr. Xavier and Ambassador Duncan Ferrell testify that the beheading of Ambassador Clovis was not the fault of Mr. Xavier. Captain Martel of the USS Dumont as well testifies on behalf of Mr. Xavier, but Starfleet Command demotes Mr. Xavier. Captain Martel keeps Mr. Xavier as CSEC anyway. Eight months later Starfleet Intelligence transfers Mr. Xavier to Command HQ, Mr. Xavier placed under inactive status. 2383; Status reactivated and Mr. Xavier assigned to the USS Excalibur, Engineering department. Mr. Xavier is demoted to rank of Ensign according to Starfleet regulation 49-A section 12, paragraph C. Which states, ‘that any Officer transferring department and ship will be demoted in rank, to appropriate rank of a new Officer of the Fleet.’ Known Languages: English, French, German, Spanish, Latin, Hebrew, Yiddish, Vulcan, Klingon and Breen. How Mr. Xavier knows and can speak the Breen language is unknown. Known Hobbies: Kendo, Aikido, Chess, Skeet shooting, watching Bruce Willis films and Atmosphere diving. Known Quotes: “By Hell or high water I will never give up.” “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good men to do nothing.” “What ever happens, do not lose your head.” “verrris terro verrin movve.” (Breen prayer – “Juhdia help us.”)

Crispin worked with Dr. Smith and his crew reviewing scans of the probe. Crispin was working on the chronology and molecular make up of the probe. He had already identified three unknown elements in the make up of the probe, however this would have to wait. Crispin remembered the old list of science, who, what , where, when and how. It was up to Dr. Smith’s team to answer these. Who could have built this probe? What was it built for? Exploration, destruction, or a greeting from it’s builders. Where was this probe built? This question would have to wait till the other questions have been answered. When was the probe constructed? Crispin knew that more testing and scans would need to done before this question could be answered. But most of all, how did it get here? This was what the team he was with, was working on. As all these questions ran through Crispin’s mind, he became a little parched and excused himself form Dr. Smith’s team to get something to drink. As Crispin entered the lounge he saw other crewmates on break and off duty. He moved to the replicator. “Computer, Reglian Ginger Mint Iced Tea.” Before his eyes, light shimmered in the replicator and his drink appeared. He took his drink and sat down at a table facing the view port of the lounge. He made light conversation with the others around him, but there was one thing on Crispin’s mind. “Where the heck are you from and what are you doing here.” Even when he was relaxing, Crispin’s mind was working on something. A trick he learned when he was jailed on Ariel IV. “Ariel IV, lush paradise, ruined by man.” There were many things to think about other than the probe, so he gave himself this break to think about those thoughts, as well as the probe. On Ariel IV Crispin had dated a Caitain and by nature he flirtasous, but he hope that Menia didn’t think he was coming on to strong. But then again, red heads and Caitain were his weaknesses. Crispin almost smiled. “Then again.” Crispin’s mind wandered as he drank his tea, but he still thought about the probe, “Where did you come from….” Crispin stood up. “Computer, from previous scans of the probe, match trace matter to scans from the Galactic rim.” Crispin left his cup in the matter recycler and made his way back to the Bridge at top speed. Another approach, another chance. This is what Crispin made of his life, not just in the matters of Science, but for pure survival.