Nikkori limps heavily to sickbay, a gash on his right thigh bleeding down his leg. He holds his katana in it's scabbard in his right hand, as he holds the gash on this thigh with his left. He winces with each step, nodding nonchalantly and smiling to crewmembers as he passes by.

Walking into sickbay, he helps himself to the nearest table and sits. An attractive nurse approaches with an anabolic protoplaser and a condescending scowl. She wags her head slowly as she approaches.

"Isn't this the third time this week?" She asks exasperatedly.

"It is important to stay in good practice." Nikkori says quietly with a thick accent as the nurse waves the protoplaser over his wound.

"Stay in practice? How often do you think you're going to use that thing here in the phased version of deep space we're zipping through?" She pulls back the protoplaser and tears Nikkori's pants, revealing more of the wound. Nikkori shrugs at her question.

"Wouldn't it just be safer to use the holodeck?" The nurse asks. She snaps off the protoplaser and admires her handiwork. Nikkori rubs his leg a few times and jumps off the table shrugging his shoulders at the nurse's question.

"The computer images of the holodeck are too predictable. Real opponents are much more satisfying. With the holodeck, one knows that he shall leabe with no
injuries. With a person, one fights with his blade, but also with his heart. It is..... samuria."

"How many today?" The nurse sighs at Nikkori's ancient notions of honor as she places the protoplaser back in a cabinet.

"Two Klingons with bat'leths and an Andorian. I found the ambidextrous Andorian to be bery skilled with the psis, and he distracted me while I took a blow from the Klingons. They habe fought with inspiration!" Nikkori beams as he speaks, and the nurse rolls her eyes.

"If the Admiral finds out about this, she's beaming your sword into space at maximum dispersal, and you're gonna follow it."

Nikkori bows to the nurse thanking her for her healing. "This is a bery good healing. Now I must go. The Klingons are waiting, and I still habe one hour before reporting. Thank you."

Picking up his katana, Nikkori walks briskly down the corridor.

"Sick-Bay to Bridge" Nurse Ratchet says as she taps her com-badge. "Go ahead" Jeanway responds. " Admiral, you have to do something about Nikkori, he's at it again." Jeanway thinks for a moment then responds. " I hear ya, I'll take care of it. Thank you Ratchett for keeping me informed. Jeanway out." " Take over Chakotay, I'll be down in Nikkori's quarters if I'm needed." She says. "Aye, aye, Admiral." He says as he takes his place in her chair.

"Enter" Nikkori says. The door slides open. " May I speak with you Lieutenant?" Jeanway asks before she enters. " Most certainly, Admiral, I knew I would see you, I just didn't know how soon." Nikkori answered. " You and I have discussed this before, have we not?" She asked. " Admiral, you must understand, I must practice my art, I am Samuri." He answered. " I must insist, only on the holodeck with all safety protocols on, and that's my final word." Nikkori grumbled under his breath, unintelligiabley. "What was that?" Jeanway quipped. " Nothing Admiral." Nikkori answered. "Good, then we understand each other, do we not?" She asked.
"Yes, I understand, and yet I will comply under protest." Jeanway looked at him then added as she scanned his quarters with her eyes. " And I'll take these." She said as she removed four ceremonial kitanas from the place they were hung on the wall. Nikkori watched in total horror. His mouth closed, his jaw clenched. You can have these back once this mission is over. We need you right now, in one piece.

Jeanway left Lieutenant Nikkori's quarters and went straight to her ready room. Locking Nikkori's kitanas up for safe keeping.

"Okay people, let's get this going. I need Torres to readjust plasma flow with these specifications. Oh, Vorik, tweak these systems by the specifications on there." *hands PADD to Vorik*

"Headborg, let's adjust the antimatter containment field. I'm not sure if the field will hold much longer. I need a duotronic probe and a phase inducer. "

WAB to Jeanway, where are we headed?

Nikkori exits the holodeck and leans against the bulkhead. He wipes sweat from his bald head with his braid and scowls a the wall, considering his hard, yet unfullfilling duel with a bitstream.

"Computaa no kenjitsu wa mazui.... katana ga attara.... " He continues to mutter. The computer terminal at the holodeck console chirps as his words are picked up by the universal translator.

"Doozo! Tetsudaimashoo ka. Nani ga hoshi desu ka." The alluring femine voice requests from the holodeck console. Nikkori glances quickly up and down the hall, leans in close to the console, and tells the computer what it can go do with itself.

"Gomen nasai." The computer apologizes. "Dekimasen." The computer informs Nikkori that his request is outside of the limits of its programmed parameters.

As Nikkori leans against the bulkhead considering his doomed practice sessions, Lt. Buzzkill from the Starfleet Marine contingent approaches with five of his officers. Standing head and shoulders above Nikkori with short-cropped blonde hair, massive chest and arms, and a square face, he glances down at Nikkori. Buzzkill and his officers all wear overly tight short-sleeved red shirts. He flexes his thick neck and sniffs as he approaches the console.

"You done with the holodeck?" His deep voice resonates slightly down the corridor.

"Hai." Nikkori responds absently.

Buzzkill leans down to the console and speaks. "Computer... Combat training program 15.... hand-to-hand... full contact..... "

"Processing.... Please stand by....", the console says sweetly. Nikkori's eyes brighten and he looks at the lieutenant.

"Excuse me," he says, "do you require an opponent?" Buzzkill looks down at Nikkori.

"Heh! You're a bit small for full contact training, aren't you peewee?" The contingent with Buzzkill chuckles.

"Then perhaps you shall be gentle with me." Nikkori smirks up at Buzzkill.

"Ok, pipsqueak.... let's go...." The holodeck doors slide open and Nikkori, smiling mischeviously follows the six hulking marines into the program.

........

An hour later, six marines exit the holodeck walking gingerly. Some are holding their sides, and some are wincing slightly as they move. Buzzkill limps slightly and grunts quietly as he walks. Nikkori walks jauntily out and smiles widely at Buzzkill.

"Thank you for a bery enjoyable practice." He bows to Buzzkill.

'Uhh.... mmmmm... yeah... sure." He grunts.

"Are you in pain?" Nikkori asks, "Perhaps you must see the doctor?"

"NO!" Buzzkill says quickly. "We're fine. Aren't we boys?" The contingent moans slightly.

"Then you shall not be seeing the doctor? Perhaps you should report to your superior that you habe been beat up by the commun-"

"NO!" Again Buzzkill quickly snaps a reply. "We ummm....... hmmmmm.... are fine."
Buzzkill and his men shift somewhat embarrassed as Nikkori smiles back at them for several seconds of silence.

"Bery good then!" He says. "Perhaps we shall practice again sometime."

"Uh.... yeah." Buzzkill says. He nods briefly and walks away. Nikkori bows as they leave, pivots on his left foot, and walks back to his quarters to clean up before his next shift.

Jeanway sips her coffee and looks out the window in the messhall. Lieutenant Buzzkill and his group of injured crewmen enter and sit down at a table, all slumping in they're chairs. Jeanway knows where they've been and smiles to herself.

OH,Wab, special mission to clean up the mess at Azati-Prime, save Enterprise and her crew and destroy the weapon. Also to teach the Sphere-Builders a lesson they won't forget.

Shakes him awake. ILikeSeven opens his eyes and sees his wife, Seska leaning over him in the bed. "Sweetie, it's time for your shift, you need to get up now." She says to him. ILikeSeven sits up, swings his legs over and clomps his feet on the floor. " I need a sonic." He says as he walks toward the WC scratching himself.

Seska and her husband ILikeSeven can be heard all over the ship as they conferenced on the "BOX" with Seska's father, Five Star Admiral Lucius Jeanway, back at StarFleet Security Command Center. It seems ILikeSeven and Lucien Jeanway have issues. after lengthy verbal discourse, they both emerge from the ready room. Seska in tears and ILikeSeven obviously upset. " He's never going to accept you into the family and our baby won't have a Grampa." Seska blubbered as they returned to their quarters " Ahh, not to worry Love, I'll win him over in time." ILikeSeven said to her as he kissed he on the cheek. " Not to worry, Alright?" She looked at him, hoping what he was saying was true. "Go have a nap, I'm on duty in 10 minutes, I'll come back and check on you on me break." He said to her. Seska layed down and fell asleep, still crying.

....Back in the "Onotologics Lab" { Temporal Mechanics} WearBorg enters vital information into his Padd. " Hmm, the differential dimesional brane is........." He says to himself as T'Mal looks over his shoulder and they concur.

We are in the year 3333, we started as Sea Trek but we have been blown into the future by being sucked into a time Portal in 1825 in the South Pacific Port of Macao. 4 sailing ships have disappeared and all their crews are now aboard the Elusive, and the HT 01 Elusive. A cloaked StarFleet Security ship. The HT, or Hot-Train is an adjuct or sister ship that travels with the Elusive at all times. The HT 01, contains all the weaponry. One hundred 'Evader' Shuttlecraft with enourmous fire power. Also cloaked. The anti-matter generator on-board the Elusive, produces an eliptical cloak which hides both ships from detection from any sensor configurment. Because the anti-matter generator on board the Elusive cloaks both ships and uses so much energy for cloaking the use of weapons is not possible. The HT 01 is capable of protecting both ships from any attack. Both ships have a Co-Captainship. Admiral Jeanway and Admiral Seska, aboard the Elusive. Captain Fenriz and Captain vold aboard the 'HT 01 Elusive'. The HT 01 Elusive fits into the stern of the Elusive in a sort of triangular shaped notch. Held there with a system of magnetic hull plating that holds her there, never coming in contact with the main vessel, she travels at the same speed as the Elusive, never touching her. We are on our way to the Delphic Expanse, sometime in the past. We are capable of time-travel and are going to fix the Xindi problem before it even happens.

Captain Fenriz sat at his desk and read the day's reports. After all the technological development that mankind had achieved they still hadn't managed to figure out a way to get rid of red-tape. Normally Fenriz would have found this amusing, when he wasn't buried under a mountain of reports and requisitions. On his console he had several messages from Starfleet Security wanting updates on the status of the HT 01. "We'll have to do something about that name." he thought. Going over everything in his head Fenriz was surprised that they were almost on schedule, with any new ship there were a lot of bugs to shake out of the system, but things on the HT 01 had gone very smoothly. This fact troubled Fenriz, always something of a pessimist he couldn't help scanning the reports he read for bad news, luckily his crew always disappointed him in that regard. Setting the PADD he had been reading down, he got up and walked over to the replicator, his door chimed just as he ordered a cup of coffee. "Come." he said. The door swished open and his 1st officer entered, Commander Valkeen was short for an Andorian and he had a slim frame but Fenriz had seen more than one sparring partner of the Commander's thrown across a mat in the gym. "Catching up on some paperwork Sir?" the Commander asked. "Always Val, always. Can I get you something." Fenriz answered. Valkeen shook his head and Fenriz took his coffee back to his desk. "I thought you'd like to know that we've gotten the fourth launch bay for the Evaders just about operational. It should be ready by 08:00." Valkeen said. "Good, ahead of schedule. Very good." Fenriz said as he sipped his coffee. Val had only been serving with Fenriz for a few months but he was already able to read his Captain, most of the time. His antennae moved forward as he asked, "You can't wait to take one of the Evaders out for a test flight, can you Sir?" Fenriz sat his coffee down on his desk, "I can wait, but not much longer." Fenriz replied, smiling at his 1st officer.

" HT? How's it going over there with those launch bay doors, Fen?" Jeanway asks as she taps her Com-Badge. " Just fine, all finished." He replied. " I'll be over in a bit, just finishing up some logs." She said. " I'll be waiting." Fenriz answered.

Nikkori sits rigidly on his knees in his quarters with his hands on his thighs. His eyes are closed and he breathes slowly and deeply. Stars streak by out the viewports. The only light in the room comes from six flickering candles on the ancestral shrine at the front of his room. A small bowl of burning incense wafts thin smoke in front of him. A small cup of green tea sits beside him. Shadows flicker mysteriously across his face, and the gentle twang of a shimasen is heard in the background.

Nikkori slowly rises from the tatami mat, leaving his tea-cup. He removes his happi coat and puts on his uniform. He steps off the mat, bows to the ancestral shrine at the end of his room and slips his feet into his boots.

"Computaa," The computer chirps quietly. "Mado o tojite kudasai." The shades on the windows slide shut as Nikkori exits his quarters.

Walking down the hall, he passes Lt. Buzzkill. Nikkori smiles broadly and nods as Buzzkill immediately begins concentrating hard on his PADD.

He steps into the turbolift. "Funabashi...." The computer chirps and minutes later Nikkori steps to the bridge.

Taking his station, he begins working on a little project between him and Lt. Akiko Shimehara, a bright AI expert in the sciences division. As he sits, a quick flash of light illuminates his right eye as it scans his retina.

"Computaa, baiofeedobaku kiken o onegaishimasu." Nikkori leans back in his chair, watching the console in front of him. He watches the console for a few minutes as its touchpads and indicators change, though he does not touch them. In a few minutes, he produces a blindfold from his pocket and puts it on. The indicators and buttons continue to function as though operated by a trained communications officer. Nikkori rises and - still wearing the blindfold - leaves the bridge, strolling casually about the Elusive.

Nikkori stood at his tactical station looking at the viewscreen. The admiral was kind enough to afford him an hour of simulation time to test the biometric neural interface that he and Lt. Akiko Shimehara had been working on for some time. Nurse Ratchet was there as well watching her tricorder as Nikkori worked – or rather appeared NOT to be working.

A simulated very dense asteroid field was projected on the forward viewscreen. The simulation was more of a game really. The object – navigate to the center of the asteroid field and beam out the ten survivors of a freighter crash before three Romulan warbirds got there – or to the vessel – first. In this simulation, the Elusive was modified so as not to be cloaked, thus giving it a disadvantage against the warbirds. Akiko watched her
PADD as Nikkori appeared to be concentrating – sometimes closing his eyes for several seconds. As the simulated Elusive entered the field, its phasers lanced out in several directions, vaporizing many of the smaller asteroids in its path. It moved forward, banking hard to port and executing a barrel roll about an asteroid skimming between its warp nacelles. Nikkori spoke to the ladies standing beside him.

“Sensors habe located the stranded bessel. Zero point 86 AU, fifteen degrees mark fibe. Romulan warbirds detected at 35 degrees mark twelbe, forty degrees mark 15, and 70 degrees mark nine-two….. two approaching the bessel, one on an intercept course. Raising shields. Increasing speed to zero point 35 impulse.” Nikkori continued his report as Akiko and Nurse Ratchet nodded approvingly at their PADDs.

The Elusive rotated 180 degrees and dove sharply. Some members of the shift crew turned away from the viewscreen as their eyes tricked them into motion sickness.

“Preparing for emergency transport.” Nikkori spoke as the approaching warbird shimmered into a cloak on the screen. Several photon torpedoes were ejected from the Elusive and fanned out to where the warbird was. One struck an asteroid, many missed, but one found its mark. Immediately, the Elusives phasers targeted and lanced out at the explosion. Arcing violently, with flames shooting from its dorsal section, the warbird turned into a retreat.

“Within tractor beam range; lowering shields.” The two warbirds began firing on the surface of a large asteroid. “Surbibing crew transported successfully.” The warbirds began approaching the Elusive, as she performed a split-S – her phasers taking out several asteroids in the process. As the warbirds approached, they shimmered out of sight when their cloaks activated. A volley of eight photon torpedos sprayed out of the Elusive’s stern, all aimed at a very large asteroid in her wake. The surface of the asteroid erupted into a spray of rocks, which electrified the shields of one of the nearby warbirds. Immediately, the Elusive’s phasers targeted at shot, slowing the warbird down.

Leaving the asteroid field, the Elusive immediately sprung to warp speed, narrowly missed by a volley of torpedos from the remaining warbird.

“Simulation complete.” Akiko said quietly. Akiko and Nikkori both looked at Ratchet.

“Well,” she said, “the only change I noticed was that you appeared to be concentrating – you could have been playing chess for all I knew.”

“It would appear then” Nikkori began, “that the neural interface works. I beliebe we should present our results to the Admiral and request a shuttlecraft for testing on an actual bessel. Thank you for your time Nurse Ratchet.”

“Well, I’m just happy you didn’t end up bleeding this time.” Nurse Ratchet smiled and left. Nikkori nodded to Ensign O’Hornery, the tactical crewmember on his staff as he entered the bridge for his shift. He then walked into the turbo-lift with Akiko.

“Ishoni, bangohan o tabetia desu ka.” Nikkori asked.

“Hai! Ikimashoo!” Akiko smiled and the two went to the galley together.

Jeanway checks Universal Translator statis, doesn't seem to be working.

Stepping into the turbolift Fenriz told the computer his destination as the door closed behind him "Launch bay four." While the lift made it's way to the launch bay, Fenriz took the time to read over a few reports on the PADD he had with him. The first report he brought up was on the latest test of the biometric neural interface project. The biometric neural interface was an idea that scientists at Starfleet Research and Development had been tinkering with for some time but until now no one had been able to get the problem of having a computer correctly interpret commands sent from a living mind and then act on them without an unacceptable amount of lag time. On board the Elusive the interface's development was progressing faster than anyone anticipated, Fenriz wasn't surprised. Having met Lt. Nikkori when he was first assigned to the Elusive/HT project Fenriz was amazed at the man's ability to solve complex problems. "If we can equip the pilots of the Evaders with interfaces, they'll be a nasty surprise for someone." Fenriz thought as he read the report. Tapping his approval on the PADD he exited the turbolift at launch bay four.

After that "talk" with my so called father-inlaw i had dificultie with my consentrate on my daily functions, i even droped to much duthrium in de warpcoremixechamber, that coused allmost a core overloade, and yesterday when i was in charge of the Transporters i almost beamed someone into space, i didn,t pay to much attention at the destinationcoordenates.

Damn why is that man so stubborn, may when we get back to earth sometime ill have a talk with him face to face but for now i have to keep calm and get focused back on the Job.
Maybe a game of Fencing on the Holodeck will cleare my mind.

I went back to my quarters, when i got in i saw Seska still sleeping, she had been crying all night, but finaly went to sleep,
I opend a cuboard and took out my Fencing gear and went to Holodeck3
I activated Programm "ILS 2-alfa" and when the computer told me the program is ready and running i Entert.

Nikkori, Akiko, and Nurse Ratchet stand in the shuttlecraft bay before the
Evader class craft as it is prepped for launch. A few of the engineering crew perform checks on the systems. The craft has been modified slightly – it’s windows are now opaque and her pilot console readouts have been deactivated. Nikkori would by flying blind, deaf, and dumb. As well, a modified Mark V torpedo tube casing has been affixed to the hull just above the port nacelle.

As Nurse Ratchet affixes a probe to Nikkori’s right arm, an engineering ensign approaches.

“Sir,” he says crisply, “the craft is ready, and the drone has been affixed. To release it you just – “ Nikkori stops him by holding up his hand.

“Bery good, ensign. Let me figure out how to release the drone.”

“Yes, sir!” The ensign runs back to the craft.

“Well…” Nurse Ratchet says, “Don’t go getting yourself killed!”

“Thank you for your concern, Ratchet-san.” Nikkori says. “Lt. Shimehara will monitor
craft systems remotely, and conbey reports to you….. It is grateful that the Elusive has pulled out of warp long enough to allow such a test.” Nikkori nods slightly to Akiko
Shimehara, who smiles self-consciously at him.

The door to the craft opens, revealing an unusually black interior. Two engineers enter with lights. Nikkori enters the craft, and the engineers wait while he straps himself in. The engineers leave the craft and stand beside Lt. Shimehara and the Nurse. They watch as the door to the craft closes. The deck officers voice can be heard over the intercom.

“Launch sequence requested. Opening shuttlebay doors.” The klaxon sounds as the wide doors ahead of the craft slide open revealing the vast, cold vacuum of space dotted with many shimmering stars.

The shuttlecraft rises and follows the landing bay lights to the exit where it crosses the containment field and leaves its mothership. At that point, it surges forward in a glowing streak. Passing out 5 kilometers, it spins sharply and drives hard to the Elusive. It spirals quickly about the Elusive’s starboard nacelle, and skims effortlessly over her saucer section, where it then dives straight “down.”

“Can the craft take that?” Ratchet asks.

“Inertial dampeners holding…” Shimehara reports.

The shuttle thrusts aft of the Elusive where it is put into an end-over-end spin, toppling like a thrown toy. Shimehara examines her PADD as the engineers gasp.

“Do not worry.” She says. “He did that on purpose.” On queue, the craft pulls effortlessly out the spin. Ten kilometers from the Elusive, the shuttle comes about. At that point, the torpedo tube casing is released. Both craft fly in a synchronized pattern, spiraling about each other as they return to the Elusive. At one kilometer, the tube casing shoots upwards while the craft dives. Both perform a long sweeping loop and approach each other head on, where they narrowly miss. The shuttle comes about.

“Mark V control released. Converting to attack mode.” Shimehara says, touching a control on her PADD. At that point, the torpedo swept about and reverted into a collision course directly for the shuttle, which sat strangely still aft of the Elusive. As the torpedo approached, the shuttle went to a rapid tailspin and edged quickly out the way of the torpedo, which came about for another pass.

“They can do that?” The engineer gasped wide eyed.

“The pilot can do that.” Shimehara corrected him.

As the torpedo approached, the shuttlecraft rolled sharply and dove into a split-S, coming side-on towards the torpedo, where it then reversed roles, and began tracking the torpedo. After several seconds, the torpedo’s program ended, and it came to a stop in space, conceding defeat.

The shuttle returned to the Elusive, where it righted itself, and pivoted as it approached the bay doors, coming to a gentle landing exactly where it started. It’s doors opened, and Nikkori exited smiling.

“No problems here.” Ratchet said as she scanned her PADD. The engineers rushed to the shuttle to examine it and Nikkori and Akiko spoke for several minutes.

“Thank you doctor.” Nikkori said. He and Shimehara left the shuttle bay together.

On the bridge of the Elusive, Admiral Jeanway and the crew watched on the viewscreen as Nikkori engaged in the interface test run. "Wonderful!" Jeanway exclaimed as she watched the show. After the Evader was back in the shuttlebay on the HT 01, she taps her com-badge "How'd it go?" Nikkori replied in Japanese. "Damn it, is that UT still offline?" She said. "Could you please speak English Nikkori?" She asked him. "Sowwy." He answered.

Jeanway then says " Computer? Would you run a level one diagnostic on the Universal Translator?" Computer replies " Level one diagnostic complete." Jeanway asks. " Any problems?" Computer answers. " The Universal Translator is functioning within acceptable parameters."

Nikkori is kneeling on the tatami mat facing the large window as the stars streak by when he receives the Admiral's communication. Akiko kneels on the mat about one meter away facing a point halfway between the viewport and Nikkori. A small tray of green tea sits between the two, as the light from the lit lanterns flicker off their faces.

"Thank you for your interests, Admiral Jeanway-sama. It would appear that the neural interface is successful. We were able to overcome the lag time using existing transporter technology and alpha wave feedback monitoring debices with passive resonant synaptic monitors. In this sense, the computer becomes a literal extension of the controller. In this way, the user does not have to consciously think of his actions; he simply does them. In the case of the shuttle, I do not have to think, "Fly up." I just do it. It is no different than raising your arm, blinking, talking, or anything. The same is true for sensors. The user can "see" what the sensor sense. There are no ill effects if the debice is deactibated during a connection; the user simply ceases to control it, like dropping a sword that you are swinging. As you can tell, the debice was able to be used to control multiple bessels. With some work, remote control is also possible."

After the report, Nikkori and Akiko take a sip of tea.

"Tanoshkata ne....." Nik says lowly.

Akiko grins slightly. "Hai!" She agrees

They continue to look at the stars streak by, and engage in a relaxed, whispered conversation.

The Evader hangs motionless in the midst of the asteroid field. With all of it's systems powered down to their minimal levels it drifts like just another rock. Watching the display that the neural interface projected into his mind Fenriz tracked the starship that slowly made it's way through the asteroid field as it hunted him. Using the small ship's maneuverability and speed to it's maximum potential he had managed to elude the starship's weapons fire as it had been forced to target the Evader manually it lured it's pursuer deeper into the field. Fenriz wasn't sure when he flew the tiny ship out of the launch bay if it's hull would actually disrupt a ship's sensors like the engineers said it would. "I'll have to buy the designers a round of synthahol." he thought to himself. The hunting starship moved like a lumbering giant through the asteroids, vaporizing those that were in the way while scanning vainly for it's prey. Fenriz smiled to himself as it passed his position and continued moving further into the field. Without having to open a channel on his console he spoke his command out loud to the rest of the Evader squadron that were also floating quietly around him, the interface instantly opened a secure channel to all of the other Evaders. "Alpha squadron, power up and engage. Target weapons and engines only." he commanded. All of the other ships in his squadron answered affirmative and shot off towards their target. Taking the lead position Fenriz locked all his weapons on the starship's aft torpedo launcher with a thought, targeting data flew across his eyes projected there by the neural interface. In his mind he could see the distance falling away until he reached optimal firing distance. The much larger starship's sensors couldn't distinguish the Evaders from the rocks floating around them until it was too late. On the first pass the Evaders disabled it's weapons and it began moving out of the asteroid field so that it could engage it's warp engines. It was overtaken by the tiny ships who on their second attack run took out it's engines and was left floating dead in space. Opening a channel to the starship with the interface as if he was talking to someone sitting next to him Fenriz spoke to the crippled ship's captain, "This is Captain Fenriz to the USS Congo. You are ordered to stand down, I believe we won this engagement Captain." In front of his eyes, or more accurately in his mind he saw the face of his opponent. "Damn you Fen, those little ships of yours are nasty. My tactical officer couldn't lock on any of them, we were firing blind. I owe you a bottle of Romulan ale." Captain Nash, of the USS Congo conceded. "That you do Bill, I'll see you at the debriefing. Fenriz out." the channel closed as instantly as it had opened. As the Congo restored power to it's systems it's computer had taken offline to simulate battle damage the Evaders formed up and headed back to their launch bay onboard the HT 01.

The Shinto shrine glows eerily in the moonlight and the flickering candles. Nestled in a thick forest, the mists rise slowly and intertwine themselves about the treetops and golden
Dragons which festoon the eaves of the shrine. Its stone courtyard is empty. A break in the trees reveals Fuji-yama between the large wooden torii which opens to the shrine. A light breeze waves gently through the paper strips hanging from the cherry trees circling the courtyard. At the tops of the steps leading to the inner shrine, several bald monks kneel facing the inner shrine. They are silent. In the center of the stage leading to the inner courtyard, Akiko Shimehara kneels facing the courtyard, the torii, and Mt. Fuji. She wears a black robe tied with a gold cord. She plays slowly on the shimasen – an ancient, three-stringed Japanese instrument strummed with a handled tool. A large taiko drum is set on its side two meters away. Nikkori stands beside the drum. He is shirtless, and he wears billowing black pants, his bare feet are spread wide as he stands motionless facing the courtyard in the dark. A green dragon tattoo encircles his right arm. His hands are held rigidly in front of him, and he holds two thick staffs 50 centimeters long. He pivots towards the drum, and in a broad circle brings the staffs to the center of the drum, where he begins tapping almost inaudibly. This continues for several more minutes, each time growing in intensity. Bringing his right arm far back, he beats hard on the taiko as he shouts. Akiko’s playing grows in intensity as she pivots her shoulders to better grip her instrument. Nikkori jumps slightly as he now beats furiously on the ancient drum; its sound resonates in the forest. In a surreal appreciation of the event, the monks occasionally shout as the primal rhythm penetrates the ancient wood of the shrine. Nikkori and Akiko are now playing furiously, each coordinating their shouts with the rhythm of the stringed instrument and the drum. Facing the drum head on, Nikkori pivots his body hard as he appears to beat it with all his strength. Veins spider across his arms, neck, and chest as he continues. Akiko rocks back and forth slightly as she continues to keep pace in an eerie, ancient animal rhythm.

Suddenly, all is silent. Both stop playing. Nikkori is breathing hard, and sweat drips off his face and down his chest. He looks at Akiko, who bows at the waist. Nikkori places his feet together and bows.

“Computaa, tomate kudasai.” He says out of breath. The shrine, courtyard, forest, and Mt. Fuji are replaced with the usual yellow gridlines of the unprogrammed holodeck. Nikkori and Akiko are silent as they exit. As they leave, Nikkori notices Lt. Buzzkill
walking towards the holodeck.

“Excuse me!” Nikkori says excitedly. “Are you to be using – “

“NO!” Buzzkill says quickly, and continues walking. Nikkori and Akiko grin slightly to each other as they leave, ready to continue their remote testing on the new interface they are using.

Jeanway passes Lietenant Nikkori and his Akiko in the corridor just as they are leaving. " How was your program, Nikkori? Everything go alright in there? She asks as she sniffs the air. "Smells of Passion Flower, nice" She comments.

Jeanway enters the holodeck. "Computer, run program 'Sea Trek'. The yellow grid now disappears and Jeanway stands on the bow of a 17th Century sailing ship in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Earth.

Admiral Jeanway, Captains Fenriz and vold of the HT 01, Lieutenants WeareBorg and HeadBorg, T'Mal and Nikkori from the Onotologics Lab, all take their places around the large table in the Wardroom. Jeanway begins. " I've asked you all here to discuss the variation in the time bubble WeareBorg has so aptly called to our attention. When we do our 'timejump', you are all aware it must be precise. One nanosecond off and we will be in the wrong year and place. We want to enter the Xindi Homeworld at the time just preceding the war that killed off all the Avians and destoyed the planet. This is a cructial time period. Now, WearBorg, could you elaborate for us on your hypothesis?"

after a two hour workout on the holodeck, fencing my heart out, i had it, i felt totaly down, i have to talk to jeanway, she has to help me getting this bl**dy family thing out off our system, all sweaty i tapped my combadge and called her "ILS to Admiral Jeanway, can you join me in Ten foreward please?", "It is urgent"

"Sure ILS, I'll be there momentarily." Jeanway answers. Reaching Ten Forward Jeanway looks around the room to see if ILS is there yet. "Nope" She says to herself and takes a table by one of the windows to wait for him. She orders a Green drink. You do know it's green, don't you?

After the briefing Fenriz had some scarce free time on his hands, he tapped his com badge and spoke out loud. "Computer, locate Admiral Jeanway." he directed. "Admiral Jeanway is in ten-forward." the computer answered. Smiling to himself, he stepped into a turbolift. The lift hummed quietly as it sped along, Fenriz hummed along with it, some song he couldn't remember the name of, he had been hoping to get some time alone with Jeanway when he beamed over for the briefing. Getting the Elusive and the HT 01 ready for duty had been a monumental task and there had been very little time left for either if them to spend together. "Well, ten-forward isn't exactly private, but it's better than nothing." Fenriz thought. The door on the lift opened and Fenriz headed down the corridor, entering ten-forward he scanned the room. Seeing Jeanway sitting alone at a table near the window he walked up behind her and leaned over and kissed her. "Hi Sweetie, I was hoping I could see you before I had to beam back over to the HT 01." Jeanway smiled at him as he walked around from behind. "Hi Fen, so was I. I'm just waiting for ILikeSeven, he said he wanted to meet me here." she explained. Jeanway reached across the table and took his hand. "Is he still having trouble with your father?" Fenriz asked. "Yep, I'm not sure there's anything I can do to help him." she explained, "Enough about that, I'm glad you're here." Fenriz gave her hand a squeeze, then looked at the green liquid in her glass. "What in the world is that?" he asked, not sure what to order.

"I don't know exactly what is is, here have a sip and see if you like it." Fenriz took a sip, then another then another and then finished it off." AAHHH, That's good."He said as he slammed the empty glass down on the table. "OOPS, I'm sorry, let me get us both another one." Fenriz got up and walked over to the bar and asked B4 for two more Green drinks. He brought them back to the table and sat down. "I'm waiting for ILikeSeven, he asked me to meet him here. Fenriz sat up straight and tugged on the bottom of his shirt as he stuck his chest out. "HMMM, got any idea what this is about?" He asked her. " No, but it's probably about Dad." She answered. 'You know they never got on too well, they are both so much alike." She answered. Just then ILikeSeven appeared in the doorway to Ten Forward. He walked towards the table where Jeanway and Fenriz were sitting. Fenriz, quickly grabbed he drink, kissed Jeanway on the cheek, discretely and said. "I'll be over there if you need me." Fenriz took a table back in the dark corner of the room and watched as ILikeSeven and Jeanway talked.

A few minutes passed and Seska showed up. Seeing her sister, Jeanway sitting alone by the window she joined her. "How are you?" Jeanway asked as Seska sat down. " Not too good today, the baby kept kicking me all night and I didn't get much sleep." Seska answered. " ILikeSeven and I aren't speaking either. It's the thing with Dad, has got him all upset." Jeanway thought for a moment. "Oh, that must be the reason he asked me to meet him here." She said. "He asked you to meet him here?" Seska asked. "Yes, but if he doesn't show up soon, I'm going to have to go back to the bridge." Jeanway answered. "That's alright, I can wait here and tell him." Jeanway looks at her watch and says. " Well, I really do have to go." he gets up, kisses her sisters cheek and says. "Talk to you later." Seska answers.
" Alright, talk to you later." Fenriz still watching gets up and joins her as they both leave Ten Forward.

"Admiral Jeanway-sama." Nikkori begins. "Pinpointing time jumps with a nanosecond margin is bery difficult. Howeber, using the biometric neural interface and a natural grabimetric distortion, we may be able to effectibly increase that window to seberal seconds.

"I habe noticed that our course brings us to within four light-years of the Minkowski supernoba remnant, which has a ten solar mass black hole at the center. I beliebe that if we can pilot the Elusibe through the outgoing shockwabe, we can take adbantage of the time distortions present near the ebent horizon. A remote pilot on board a shuttle utilizing the neural interface will be able to accurately bisualize the grabiton flux, triggering the time jump at the correct time.

"Howeber, there is a danger. Inertial dampeners aboard the Elusibe will only hold the ship together against the tidal forces for only a few seconds as we approach to within two astronomical units of the ebent horizon. Several crewmembers aboard the Elusive will be able to compensate for local bandwidth variations in the inertial dampening field - if they concentrate.

"After the Elusive is in place, there will be a two-second window aboard the shuttle to trigger the jump. It will be a bery dangerous proceedure.... and the shuttle pilot will be left behind."

Jeanway----->>

Captain Fenriz shifted in his seat as the briefing continued, using the gravimetric distortions of the supernova to increase the accuracy of the "time jump" was an intriguing idea, he admitted to himself but he couldn't help but wish that they had a little more time to further test the systems on both the Elusive and the HT 01. As Lt Nikkori further explained the plan, Fenriz looked at the other "time engineers", referring to them by the nickname the crew had given the members of the Onotologics lab. Lt WEAREBORG was tapping away on his PADD, occasionally looking up to check back in on the briefing, Lt T'Mal sat in his chair and listened with a completely unreadable expression on his face. glancing across the table at Captain Vold, Fenriz could see his fellow captain was having many of the same thoughts he was having. Looking at Fenriz for a moment Vold gave him a nod, as if to acknowledge that he also found this plan more than a little risky. Turning back to the viewscreen at the end of the room, Fenriz watched as Lt Nikkori brought up a visual representation of the distortion waves from the supernova. Fenriz watched a simulated Elusive/HT 01 ride the waves, getting much closer to the star than was sane before it blinked out of current time. Lt Nikkori sat down next to his colleagues, the three of them all looked pleased with themselves. Fenriz looked at Admiral Jeanway sitting at the end of the table who sat quietly for a moment before she spoke. "This is riskier than I'd have liked but we don't have any other choice short of cancelling the mission altogether, and that's not an option. We'll go as soon as we have a volunteer to pilot the shuttle. Everyone dismissed." Everyone stood up and exited room, Fenriz sighed as he walked to the transporter room. "Rough seas ahead." he smiled to himself. Excited by the mission ahead he added, "This should be fun."

"Computer," Nikkori says, "Initiate time jump simulation sequence thirty-nine. Start at program time index 1643."

The lights dim and the hologram creates an image of the Minkowski supernova remnant filling the entire room. The Elusive (uncloaked for the purposes of teh display) floats just outside of the gaseous cloud with a dark center.

"As you know," Nikkori begins, "The Minkowski supernoba is only two years old. It's formation has been predicted precisely by Federation scientists studying the precursor for seberal years. They were able to pinpoint its formation to within a single minute. "

The hologram of the Elusive surges forward. Her sheilds flare as she crosses the outgoing shockwave, still penetrating the depths of space.

"As we approach the black hole, a single shuttle whose pilot is equipped with the biometric neural interface will be able to monitor the precise moment of the jump."

As the simulated Elusive approaches the black hole, a shuttlecraft exits from her stern shuttle bay. The shuttle pivots in space, motionless as the Elusive continues towards the center of the black hole. The Elusive appears to elongate, turning red as it nears the black hole.

"At the precise moment, the shuttle pilot wil trigger a patterned burst of quantum torpedoes towards the ebent horizon. Surface micro-fractures will trigger gravimetric feedback mechanisms, initiating a space-time causality flux reversal as the torpedoes explode near the ebent horizon. This will open the temporal wormhole that we need to make the necessary jump."

As Nikkori speaks, a burst of eight torpedoes are shot from the HT01, fanning out into space as they near the black abyss before it. They elongate into a network of
red streaks near the black hole, and explode into a flash of light creating an energetic vortex just above the surface. The Elusive springs forward into this vortex, which explodes into a shower of sparks, accreting into the black hole.

"We must keep in mind," Nikkori continues, "that the Minkowski black hole will not exist in the time that we are trabelling to. We must find another way home."

And Again...

When i reached Ten foreward Jeaneway was already gone, D*mn too long under the sonic shower!

well, it can,t go on like this annymore, soon i will become a father, and non of my socalled family is there for me, what,s the point of being here(suddenly something snappes in my mind), hmm.... this wil be a good idea!"ILS walks to jefferietube 25, pulls open a hatch and shortciruits two bioneurolgellpacks" so this will get their attention"suddely 6 transporterrooms are off-line

"Transporter room one to Bridge." Jeanway taps her com-badge. "Go ahead Lwxana." She answers. "Admiral, transporter room one is without power as are the other five, were you aware of this.?" Lwzana asked. "No ,I wasn't, I'll look into it right away." Jeanway responded. " Computer? Do a level 3 diagnostic on all the Transporter rooms." She asked. " All Transporters are off-line." Computer answers. "Can you tell me what the problem is?' She asks. " Two gelpacks need replacing in Jeffries tube #25." It answers. "Jeanway taps her com-badge once more. " Bridge to engineering." She says. Lieutenant HeadBorg answers. " I'm here Admiral, what cha be needin?" HeadBorg answers. " We need two gel-packs replaced in Jeffries tube #25. She tells him. " I'm on me way." Headborg answers.

I covered my tracks at the scene with a polarising beam, from my tricorder, so no DNA of fingerprints are left behind.
I made my way out of the jeffriestube, and sneaked back into my quarters,
“so what will i do next, hmm maybe something with the dampeningfields? No not now maybe later(the thought of the crew going into warp without the fields makes him shiver) that would make a very big red mess, all those bodies crushed agains the walls, no lets start small, now what can i do now to get them”
Suddenly their was someone at the door “Enter, the door is open” i said, but no one entered, “hmm. Strange” iwalked to the door and opened it, but there was no one i looked around at the corridor but i saw no one as i walked back to my room i noticed a Pad on the door step i picked it up and locked my door, i sat down at my desk and started to read the message that was on it

“I know wat you want, i can help you, i have observed you for a time, and when i saw you Fencing in the holodeck without the safety protocols and with sabers with no protection and all the things between you and your inlaw family, i know you are the perfect allie for my mission.
I found out that this vessel is builded to destroy my homeworld, so my orders where to infiltrate starfleet, it took me 3 years to get in and to reach this position.
I ask you, no i beg you help me to sabotage this ship, in return for you help i can give you and your pregnant wife asylum on my world.
I have already a list of sabotages for you, you will receive them one at the time, at the same way you received this one, remember to destroy every Pad i give you.
If you really want to help me you must sabotage the Artificial gravity relays in cargobay 5
In this bay are the Deuterium- and trelliumbarrels stored, and the gravity is gone the fluids will become useless because no gravity de-stabilizes their molecular structure.
Use a thermodetonator to do the job, the relays are located on deck 16 take jeffrestube 34 to enter and open panel 45A at jucktion 8 set the timer on 4 minutes and escape through jeffriestube 17 this will lead directly to your quartes.
Goodluck. ‘X’
b.t.w. nice job you did with the transporters”

With big eyes and a shiver down my spine i wrote the message, who? What? Why?
Confused of what i wrote i walked to the replicator “computer, a scotsch, no make it a double one no ice”
Who could this be this mysterious person, in one sip i drank my whiskey, and ordered another one.

“Jeanway to ILS, report to transporter one and assist them with repairs right now”

i tapped my badge and replied “i am on my way ma’am”
I stepped into the turbolift ”Deck 20, transporterroom one.
As i passed deck 16 i thought of the Pad with the message that was in my pocked,”Computer Stop!” i got of at deck 19 and went to the nearest thermodustbin, i through in the pad and saw it destroyed and disintegrate, i went back to the Lift stepped in “Computer!, resume to deck 20”

"Seska to Jeanway" Jeanway taps her com-badge. " I'm here Sessy, is something wrong?" She asks. "I must speak with you immediately, can you come to my quarters right now?" Seska asks. "Sure Sis, I'll be right there."

Jeanway pushes the call button outside Seska's quarters. "Come in." Seska answers. Jeanway finds Seska, looking quite ill, swollen faced and red, holding her hand on her obviously very pregant belly. " What's wrong honey?" Jeanway asks. Seska excuses herself ubruptly and goes to the WC. Sounds of wretching and moans come from behind the closed door. After a few minutes Seska returns wiping her face with a cold, wet cloth. She sits on the side of the bed for a moment then begins to talk. " ILikeSeven has been talking in his sleep." She says. "Oh?' Jeanway answers. "There is something going on aboard ship, you must be aware there may be a saboteur onboard." Jeanway, with a distressed look on her face asks. " Why would you think that?" Seska continues. "Last night he said some things in his sleep. He said something about cutting gelpacks and also something about destroying the dampening field." Jeanway thought for a moment. "Well, you know he asked to meet with me yesterday and never showed. Is this like him to do that?" She asked. "No, not the ILikeseven I know and love. He keeps to his word, he's very reliable." Seska answers. "But you know, he has been drinking alot more that usual lately, that has me concerned as well." Seska answers. "Well honey." Jeanway begins. "You do know we can deal with that little problem right here and now. Where is he now?" "He's at his post." Seska answers. Jeanway goes to Seska's side and gives her a hug and tells her not to worry.

Jeanway leaves Seska's quarters and in the corridor she taps her com-badge. " Jeanway to Security." She says. "Locate ILikeSeven and bring him to sick-bay immediatley." Jeanway enters the turbo-lift and says deck 4. She leaves the lift and goes to sick-bay to speak with the Doc. " How are you today Admiral? What can I do for you? Phlox asks. " We seem to be having a bit of a problem with ILikeSeven Doc, I think he needs detox." Phlox answers " Oh my, my, my, not again." He answers. "Alright, I'll locate Worf and we can begin as soon as you can get Mr. ILS down here." Jeanway says. "Thanks Doc." And leaves sick-bay and returns to the bridge.

Using the neural interface, Nikkori spends time iterating through dozens of time-jump scenarios and contingengies, altering parameters slightly with each simulation and "feeling" his way through the results to optimize jump parameters. As he works, he feels an odd tingling in the periphery of his concentration. Pausing breifly, he turns his
attention to ships sytems and takes a quick "glance" at operations and sensors.
He notices that two gelpacks in jeffries tube #25 have been short circuited, resulting
in a power loss to six transporter rooms. Deciding to probe further, he "looks" through
the ship's log scanning events leading up to and following the unusual short-circuiting.

He gasps, slightly. Without tapping his comm-badge, he "thinks" a message to the
Admiral.

"Admiral Jeanway-sama. Lt. Nikkori. I believe that the malfunction of the gelpacks in jeffries tube #25 was not an accident. Somebody attempted to dishonor the Elusive
on purpose!"

Jeanway answers. " I'm aware of the situation, Lieutenant, do you know something I don't ?"

Nikkori hears the Admiral's reply in his head.

"Then by now, you must have a primary suspect," he 'says'. "However, I believe
that the suspect is not acting alone. There are a few suspicious events that indicate that he is collaborating with or working for somebody else."

"Phlox to ILS" "Yes doc, watsup" "can you get to sickbay now, is seem to have a problem with my bioscanner, it,s giving strange readouts"
"I,ll be right there doc, almost finisht in Transporterroom one, ILS out"

I finished the repair,s closed the panel and went to the turbolift "Deck 4"

when i arrived at deck 4 the lift opens, i stepped out but suddenly securityguardes with phasers drawn, and in front stands Worf, "So, ILS come with me, you have to see the doctor."
"But..but..what,..?.why..."

I tried to run away through the corridors when suddenly i felt a burning sting in my back, d*mn they shot me in the back b**tert*, suddenly everything was dark..

Back in sick-bay now doc Phlox gives ILS an injection of anapropaline and he comes around. "Hey, what happened?" ILS says as he tries to get up off the table but finds himself in restraints. He struggles a bit then asks "Doc, what's going on?" Doc answers "Well, it seems Mister ILIkeSeven your going to be spending a little time with our Klingon in seclusion." Doc smiles as ILS starts to cry. "You mean THAT Klingon Detox thing, again, OH Man!" He says. "STOP CRYING NOW, IT'S ONLY FOR 20 DAYS." Phlox yells to him over his crying. Worf enters sick-bay and unties ILS and pulls him up off the table with one hand. "Come with me." Worf says to ILS as he drags him out of sick-bay and down the corridor. "And don't try anything stupid or I'll clock ya." Worf said as they walked and dragged out of sight.

I tried to resits but i was no match for that klingon i yelled
"WHY DO YOU TAKE ME, WHAT IS THE REASON YOU TAKE ME AWAY IDID NOTHING WRONG YOU BIG BULLY, LET ME GO(tries to get out of his ferm gripp)

"please commander, do not resist, i am stronger than you, you will onlye hurt yourself"

"AND CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHY I AM HOLD, TELL ME YOU BIG FAT UGLY FAKE KLINGON, YOU HONORLESS P..."

ILS couldn,t finish his sentence as worf hits him in the face

"never insult me again commander, this was yust a little slap in your face, the next one will be harder"

a little stream of blood drops from ILS nose, and here and there he sees a little star.

With a bleeding nose i was set behind a forcefield in the brigg(a strange feeling of Deja Vu pops in my mind)
Brilliant, in the brigg, how did they found out, i did hide my tracks, there is no evidence i did the transportersabotage, but why ....omg, seska..d*mn she always told me i talked in my sleep, would she? Nahh she didn,t, ...did she?
Luckely the bleeding stopped i walked to the otherside of the cell where a watertab was, i took some sips of it and sat down on the bed looking at the ceeling, i turned my head and looked through the forcefield i saw that big bad klingon worf standing with his arms crossed on his chest, he was watching me, i i can,t remember seeing flik his eye,s.
Well it wound be long than our beloved Admiral will ask me some question,s
While is was waiting for her to come i tried to get some sleep.

Fenriz pressed the panel next to the door, "Who is it?" a gruff Klingon voice asked. "Captain Fenriz, I need to speak with ILikeSeven. Now." Fenriz answered. The door slid open and Fenriz walked into a room dimly lit by several candles. "He's in the next room." Worf said as he motioned with his head. ILikeSeven was sitting on his knees in the center of the room staring at a candle. When Fenriz walked in he looked up and smiled until he saw the grim look on Fenriz's face. "I think you know why I'm here." Fenriz began. ILikeSeven nodded, Fenriz continued. "Lt. Nikkori has discovered that we have a saboteur on board." ILikeSeven began to protest but Fenriz raised his hand to silence him. "I know that you were just acting out of frustration when you destroyed the gel-packs." After Lt Nikkori had discovered the subtle web that the unknown enemy had left buried deep in the Elusive's systems he had reported his findings directly to Admiral Jeanway who had passed on the news to Fenriz. Wanting to see the evidence for himself Fenriz had gone to the launch bay on the HT 01 early that morning and used the neural interface on one the Evaders to follow the trail through the computer system himself. The culprit had been very careful at covering their tracks, only the extremely sensitive connection that the interface provided it's wearer had allowed anyone to notice the damage at all. Lt. Nikkori theorized that the saboteur had been unable to effect the neural interfaces because they were prototype technology. Fenriz concluded that this fact also meant that no one working on the interface project was likely to be a suspect, but for the sake of security only Admiral Jeanway, Lt. Nikkori, and Fenriz knew all of the details.
"Admiral Seska is in no condition to carry out her duties and has decided to relieve herself from command temporarily. Admiral Jeanway has asked me to take over as acting co-Admiral. She's also asked me to find out who the saboteur is, who they are working for, and what their mission is." Fenriz explained. ILikeSeven was trying to digest all of this but Fenriz only paused for a moment. "I'm here to offer you a way out of the mess you've gotten yourself into. The unknown saboteur will contact you again, and this time you'll agree to help them. Everything you learn you will pass on to me. No one is to know anything about this except me. You can refuse to cooperate and spend several years in a Federation penal colony, I'm not sure what the penalty for sabotaging a Federation starship is, but I assume it's severe. I'll let you think my offer over but don't wait to long." Fenriz left ILikeSeven alone to think over his options. On his way to the turbolift his mind ran through a long list of possible suspects until he gave up. "I need more information." he thought. "It could be anyone on board either ship."

Worf was still in the other room and a few hours were past after fenriz “visited”me. So i have a choise now, give my loyalty back to starfleet or ..or.. not.
Can fenriz realy give my life back? I don,t think so, i think Jeanway will have me for breakfast after the gellpack-incedent, no, it is clear for me now, i took a walk on that road and there is noway back for me, but i have to play it smart hmmm. Why play one game if you can play two, my misterious friend prommesed me asylum, I,ll go for that, and i will let them think i will give them the Infiltrand.
But for now i can,t do anything, i just have to wait for what happens
“Hey Worf, come here”
Worf entered my room “what do you want you missereble traitor”
“Call fenrizz, and say to him i agree with his terms”
“gghrrrmmmm, ill see if he is still awake”

If i play it right, ill be save, and meybe i will get my revenge and for Seska!
Hmm Seska what is her part in this, it must have been her who betrayed me, why would she do that, damn i would kill for a good glass of scotsh right now

Jeanway and Fenriz meet in her Ready-Room. "Well, did he talk?" Jeaway asked. Fenriz tried to answer her but her rage overtook her. "Doesn't that man realize what he's done?" Fen tries to answer but Jeanway starts pounding on her desk and cursing. "#**##*&&^%&#$%^@#%% ILIkeSeven is !!!! " Fenriz tries to calm her down but she accidentally hits him in the nose and down he goes. "OH, I'm so sorry." She says as she bends down to try to revive him. "Wait, let me get some ice." Taps her com-badge "Jeanway to the Galley, get some ice up to my ready-room NOW!" A voice answers. "On my way Admiral." She sits on the floor and rests his head on her lap until the ice arrives. In about a minute one of the galley crewmen chimes her door. "Enter" She says, the door slides open and the crewman sees the two of them on the floor. Jeanway grabs the hand-towel he had tucked in his belt, pours the ice from a small bucket into it, folds it and places it on Fen's swollen nose.

Holding ice to his nose Fenriz waits for the stars to stop spinning in front of his eyes. Jeanway holds his arm as she leads him to the turbolift. "I'm sorry about this Fen. I'm just a little on edge, this business with the saboteur and ILikeSeven on top of our mission." she explains, "Sick bay." The turbolift takes off with it's familiar hum. "It's alright Lida, we've all been under a lot of stress. I have a bit of news that might make you feel better. ILikeSeven has agreed to cooperate." Fenriz said. He could see that she was visibly relieved. "I think he might try to work this situation to his advantage but even if he has ulterior motives he can still gives us a lot of information. Besides he won't be able to get away with much while Worf's watching him." Feeling a little light headed Fenriz leaned against the wall, Jeanway squeezed his arm. "We can't delay the mission, can you continue your investigation while we're underway?" she asked. Fenriz held the ice to his nose for a few seconds before he answered. "Yeah, I think it would be a good idea to continue as if we knew nothing about the sabotage. Whoever it is might disappear if they think we're watching." The turbolift stopped and they walked to sickbay. "I'm so sorry Fen." Jeanway apologized again. "It's ok, I'll be fine. I should have ducked, everyone knows you have a right hook that could stagger a Klingon." Fenriz said, trying to smile while wincing from the pain at the same time.

"Yepp, it appears to be broken." Phlox says to Fenriz after a brief examination. "Don't be surprised tomorrow if, or I should say when, you wake up with two black eyes." Fenriz hopped down off the table and said "Thanks Doc, you do know it was an accident, don't you?" Phlox answered. "Yea, that's what they all say." They both chuckled then looked at Jeanway who didn't think it was funny. "Come on, let's get you into bed and maybe you should take a few days off and hide somewhere." Jeanway suggested with a funny smile on her face.