94.0911 - U.S.S. Jefferson R&R

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By the next day, Megan was feeling much more like herself. After sleeping for quite a few hours and taking another sonic shower, the science officer felt ready to get back on duty. Ready to deal with problems other than troop movements, rescue operations, and losing good people, Commander Garrett went to her office to look at issues like calibrations, identifications, and analyses. It was far more relaxing than what she’d been through the past few days. Most of her staff had been held against their will and trying to escape while she’d been on the surface, so most of them were actually itching to get back to work on projects and research very soon.

It felt wonderful...running a simple, straight-forward complete spectral analysis. A half an hour later, unfortunately, her commbadge sounded informing her to report to transporter room three. With a sigh, Megan ordered the computer to inform her when the analysis was complete and headed for the door. Eight decks up, when Commander Garrett walked through the doors, she was surprised to see Brigadier Hrisvalar and Admiral Drew waiting, apparently for her. “Sirs,” she acknowledged, snapping to attention on instinct. The science officer hadn’t expected to see them.

“At ease,” Zhukarak replied before getting right to business. “The Admiral and I have been assigned to remain here and deal with the diplomatic ramifications of these incidents. Since you were on the surface for so long, I was thinking you could give us a summery of the current situation on Dorvan, anything you might have learned that may help us. If the fighting is any indication, tensions must be running high.”

Megan hadn’t even written her report yet, and she certainly hadn’t prepared for a presentation to her commanding officer and an Admiral, but luckily she was well rested and thought fast. “Well...the situation on Dorvan is certainly tense, but there is a general consensus among the tribal chiefs that peace is in the best interest of everyone. There are plenty of others who disagree, but the chiefs seem to have a lot of power and respect. I worked very closely with one chief in particular, and he was actually the one who initiated the ceasefire by contacting and convincing the others to agree. I would recommend beginning there with him. I can provide you with specific coordinates. Commander Floyd from the Venice is in command there.”

Nodding, Hrisvalar replied, “Thank you. That sounds like where we’ll start. We will begin by forming a relationship with him, and then with his help arrange meetings with the other chiefs, while medical assistance is provided and rebuilding starts.”

“Sounds like a plan, Sir,” Megan responded, glad to have helped and to hear that the chief would continue assisting the maintenance and strengthening the peace. “His name is Ta’kel. Over the past day, I have come to trust him implicitly, and he has been a great help through all of this. He will be a strong diplomatic ally for us.”

“Thank you again, Commander. I appreciate this information,” the Brigadier replied.

“You’re welcome, Sir. Good luck,” Megan added before returning to the corridor. It was good to know strong diplomats and officers like the Brigadier and Admiral would be on the surface ensuring no more people ended up dead as a result of this tragic malfunction. They were more than capable of stabilizing the situation with the help of local leaders like Ta’kel and the others she had spoken with personally.

Commander Garrett had just reached the turbolift when her commbadge sounded again, with another request to report to a different transporter room. Sighing again, Megan acknowledged and requested the appropriate deck, wondering wryly if perhaps there were a few more Admirals waiting for her. Upon arriving, she was informed that a new crewmember was standing by on the Venice, waiting to beam over and report in to his new assignment. Nodding to the operator to energize, the science officer waited to meet their newest member and welcome them onboard.

As the atoms rematerialized in the form of the new officer, Megan smiled politely. “Welcome aboard, Ensign. I’m Commander Megan Garrett.” It was only then she realized that she had no information on this new arrival. All she had was his rank, shown on his collar, and a gold uniform to hint at his division. “Uh...I’m afraid your file hasn’t reached me yet, so I’m not familiar with your name or position. Please feel free to tell me, so we can be properly introduced. I apologize for this oversight. We just completed a taxing mission and have not fully recovered from the strain.”

<Tag Valad>

[Valad Tavik]

The USS Venice was a good ship and offered a smooth ride to passengers, Ensign Valad Tavik among them. He was a new recruit, fresh out of the academy. Young, but energetic and promising, Valad was en route to his first assignment: Chief Operations Officer of the USS Jefferson. The Jefferson was a Sovereign Class starship, one of the most advanced in Starfleet, and he got an assignment on it!

The Venice went into a standard orbit around Dorvan, and a voice came over the Comm, “Transporter room to Ensign Tavik.”

“Go ahead,” replied Valad.

“Sir, we are ready to beam you over to the Jefferson.”

“On my way!” Valad was excited. In a few short minutes he rushed into the transporter room. He stepped onto the platform. “Energize.” He dissolved into billions of particles as he transported to the Jefferson.

He re-materialized in the transporter room to a woman with the rank of commander.

“Welcome aboard, Ensign. I’m Commander Megan Garrett.” She seemed confused for a second. “Uh...I’m afraid your file hasn’t reached me yet, so I’m not familiar with your name or position. Please feel free to tell me, so we can be properly introduced. I apologize for this oversight. We just completed a taxing mission and have not fully recovered from the strain.”

“Thank you Commander. I am Acting Ensign Valad Tavik, reporting for the position of Chief Operations Officer.” Valad stepped of the platform and stood at attention.

(tag Megan)

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previous day
Freddie beamed at the scenario that unfolded before him, but he stayed well away from the captain's char as that held pretty bad memories for him. Regardless of the fact that this ship was quite different than the one he lived on.

The boy turned towards T'Ress, a bright smile on his face. Though the scene was eerily silent, Freddie knew there were sounds in abundance, in synch with the many flickering lights on the console. He looked up at the Vulcan stood beside T'Ress, gazing at her odd uniform.

"She's dressed wrong Mr T'Ress," he pointed out, though the feline's response was rather lost on him. "What is this place?"

Present
Hannah stood beside Donovan Jameson, regarding the still sleeping chief medical officer. "How did you say you ended up as medic again?" she asked quietly as she rearranged breakfast on a plate and made sure the decaffeinated coffee was still hot.

Donovan shifted uncomfortably. "I was pressed into service." He briefly tapped his temple. "I've got a photographic memory, so I learn real quick. Within minutes I was assisting in surgery."

"Ah." Hannah smiled knowingly. "So, what're you going to do now. Stick around in medical or go back being a...hmm you never told me what you did before."

The marine chuckled. "Nope. I'm a weapon's specialist, but I must say I rather like the idea of saving lives, rather than causing people to lose them. I might apply for medical duty more often."

"I'd like that," the senior nurse replied, "especially since I'll have my medical degree soon. He'll need all the help he can get, especially the starfleet sort." She jabbed a finger at Nathan's sleeping form. "He's got no training whatsoever in regards to tactical and self defense. I do hope whoever runs the marine or security department these days will come to realise that soon."

Donovan nodded thoughtfully, but said nothing. He watched as Corporal Mitchell rose from his bed and padded over to them on bare feet, clutching the sickbay robe around him. "Shall I get that to him?" the young marine offered.

Hannah shook her head. "Don, get him back to bed. He may appear to be well, but he's far from it." She patted Jayden on his arm. "You'll take care of him soon enough dear, let's have you take care of yourself first. Get some rest, I'll go get him his breakfast."

While Jameson guided the stricken corporal back to his own bed, Hannah carefully nudged her boss. "Nate wake up," she urged, shaking him gently. She had to tread carefully, making sure her voice remained gentle and soft. She'd seen him react to harsher tones only the evening before and it had concerned her deeply.

Nathan stirred and slowly opened his eyes, surprised to find himself looking up at his senior nurse. He turned and sat up, even more surprised to find that he could move without too much agony. "Hannah," he acknowledged her with a nod. "What time is it?"

"0900 and no you're not getting up just yet. You need the rest doctor, and the time to heal. Commander Reynolds will stop by later to see how you're doing and asked me to pass on an apology to you." She handed him the tray. "Careful, the coffee's hot."

Gingerly, Nathan sipped the hot brew and frowned. "This is coffee?"

"Decaffeinated," Hannah laughed, "you didn't think, with your heart condition, that I'd give you the real deal? You were in quite a state when you finally were brought in dear, there's no way I'm giving you the real stuff just yet. I did make you egg sandwiches though. Poor Donovan wanted to put bacon in as a treat."

She watched as Nathan frowned at the mention of bacon. "Well, he couldn't have known you're a veggie now could he. It's the thought that counts. Finish up and we'll see about letting you up for a little stroll around sickbay." The nurse could see there was something else on her boss's mind and waited patiently for him to bring it up while he consumed his breakfast.

"Where's my son? Is he all right?"

"Commander T'Ress is caring for him at the moment. He's all right, all things considering. There was an explosion on the bridge before you came back, and he was close to it. At present he's deaf but you'll need to perform surgery as his eardrums were ruptured. We would've had the EMH do it but he's still offline. He doesn't really seem to be bothered by it at the moment."

This time, Hannah smiled. "He was far too happy to see you again. I think..." Here she paused and looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "You two will be all right eventually. You make quite a pair, and with Jayden looking after you, you'll be your old self soon enough."

She turned to walk away, then looked over her shoulder. "And I'll reserve the pool for you this afternoon. Freddie won't be doing any swimming until his ears are seen to, but you should. It'll be good for you, and I'll authorise Jayden to accompany you."

Nathan offered her the first genuine smile since his return. "You're too good for me Hannah," he murmured, "where would I be without you."

Hannah wisely didn't respond, hooked her arm through Donovan's and pulled the marine away, to leave the doctor to his own musings. "He'll be fine," she said knowingly.

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OOC JP between self and Nathan

Cyle yawned as he awoke from a long night of rest, scratching his chest and wincing slightly from the two wounds that were still sore. He had no idea what time it was but figured it was time for him to wake up anyway. After he got dressed he grabbed a glass of water and set it down on a table near his bed, rubbing his eyes in a final attempt to remove the drowsiness from sleep. Stepping out the door he walked down the hall and headed towards sickbay, uncharacteristically for the marine he was on his way to see his only friend. Stepping through the doors he wasn't surprised when when a nurse gasped in shock. "Major Johnson, do you need something?" The marine shook his head and moved to stand by the doctor's bio bed. Not saying a word Cyle stood momentarily and watched Nathan until he was spotted.

Hannah regarded the newcomer, recognizing him as Cyle Johnson. Nathan too looked up to see the marine stand beside his bed. "Cyle!" he exclaimed, a smile appearing on his face. "What're you doing here...when'd you get back?"

Cyle grinned barely and thought for a moment. "not too long ago, just in time for the take over of the Jefferson" The marine looked down at the obviously still tired doctor and silently wondered what had happened to him.

Nathan struggled to sit up, wincing as some of his muscles protested against movement. "Not soon enough then," he answered, still smiling. "I've missed you..."

"i can tell, i leave for a few months and the whole ships goes to hell and back. Now stop moving, what happened to you?" Cyle knew asking this question was asking Nathan to trust him with his feelings as well as asking the marine to let him help.

Nathan paled, ceasing his movements immediately, albeit mid-motion. He looked away a second, before meeting Cyle's gaze. "I got in trouble," he explained, "I tried to escape capture, and paid for it. I tried to help my captors, medically, and this is how they repaid me. With a beating, nearly killing me."

"I'm not saying your wrong, but i don't think you were beaten because you helped them. If you did, well i might have a few words of my own to say about that. But I'm just glad your alive. Have you seen your son yet?"

Nathan nodded. "Last night. And I was beaten, because I tried to escape. They threatened to kill me." He sighed miserably. "I was already injured in the initial attack when a ceiling collapsed, just after Corporal Mitchell got shot." He indicated the Betazoid marine sitting on Nathan's other side. "I believe J'Varr is currently taking care of my son." Anger flushed his face. "My boy was injured...how?"

Cyle lowered his head as he thought of the best way to respond. "He came to the bridge moments after i arrived, scared and looking for you." The marine kept an eye on the doctor, checking for any responses he could guess would be made. " We were in the process of the bridge being taken from us, Commander Reynolds had enough time to get all the senior officers off the bridge and into engineering.
From there we moved into the Jefferies tubes and up to the armory. Somewhere in between Freddy got separated from the rest of us"

His eyes narrowed as he regarded the marine. "Matt said he was injured in an explosion....how did he get to be near an explosion?" He settled back on the bed, feeling his hand being covered by one of Jayden's in an attempt of comfort. "No, I don't want to know. He's all right, that's more important." He turned back to look at Cyle. "I'm glad you're back," he added.

"I know you don't want to hear it, but you need to." Cyle paused for a moment before Nathan nodded, allowing him to continue. He showed up back in the armory just as we were leaving. We were ambushed on the way out of the armory, Freddy tripped in the middle of the hallway, I jumped in and grabbed him, receiving my first wound of the night." The marine took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. "On the way to the bridge we lost him in the tubes somewhere, and he was captured by the Dorvan members who had taken the ship. We didn't notice until we were at the bridge and ready to attempt to take it back. We heard an explosion from the access ways above us and around us. Some how Freddy managed to escape for a moment and get into one of the access ways, which were lined with trip mines set by the Dorvans. I don't know for sure what happened, but i gathered he had thrown a mine and the explosion ruptured his eardrums." Cyle's expression had slowly turned to a more regretful one by this time. He took a breath and waited for a moment to hear from Nathan

The doctor's face had completely drained from blood as he stared at Cyle, aghast. "No.." he whispered, shaking his head, "poor boy..." He hadn't wanted to know, but he was somehow glad he did. "It's not your fault," he continued, reaching for Cyle, "he's an inquisitive boy. Smart too."

Cyle nodded in response and spoke again "I moved to the left of the bridge with one other, while Reynolds and another two moved up top to start the fight. We didn't know Freddy was there until we moved an access cover. With Reynold's cover fire, i rushed in and grabbed him, throwing both of us into the access way, from where i found a mine and ended the battle for the bridge. I was shot for the second time then, and from there we worked on getting back in contact and getting the wounded to sickbay." Cyle's shoulders had dropped and sighed, a little shocked at himself for feeling relieved he had spoken up.

Nathan merely nodded. "Sounds like you saved my boy." He struggled again to sit up, then finally managed with Jayden's assistance. The Betazoid's dark eyes met his and he nodded quietly. Jayden understood, much to Nathan's relief. The doctor reached out and took Cyle's hand, squeezing it firmly. "Thank you."

Cyle nodded and then replied "the least i could do for my friend" Nathan had no immediate reply to that, but he continued to hold the marine's hand in his. After a few uncomfortable silent seconds, he looked up. "I'm glad you're back," he simply repeated, an odd sparkle visible in his eyes. "Me too" Cyle said, patting the doctors arm, "me too"


ooc: cyle, i modded the last colour code..it said [/color=...] ~ nathan

[Matthew Reynolds]

His initial meeting with Admiral Drew and Brigadier Hrisvalar had been nerve breaking. Matthew Reynolds knew that he would have to justify his orders to leave the Jefferson practically defenseless. As the highest ranking officer during the crisis on Dorvan it was on him to keep his people safe. The official body count was now sixty eight Starfleet personal and he was the man who put them in that position in the first place.

"Commander Reynolds, I assume that you have been informed of Brigadier Hrisvalar's new duties," Admiral Drew said as he stood over Matthew.

"Yes sir, I assume that I'll be taking the Jefferson to Starbase Assailant where we will wait for our new commanding officer," Matt said sad to see a great commanding officer and man leave the Jefferson. Matt had lost a great commanding officer before and they had been so lucky to get Zhukarak Hrisvalar. If they got someone half the man of either men, Matt would consider themselves lucky.

"No Commander, the Jefferson's new commanding officer is in this room," Brigadier Hrisvalar said which caused Matt to look behind the two men but there was no one to be found. Matt's actions caused both men to laugh."You misunderstand us, Matt. The next commanding officer of this ship is going to be you," Zhukarak said as he took out a small wooden box and presented it to him.

Matt almost asked them if they were joking, but he bit us tongue. He already knew that he was breathing a bit harder than necessary, but at this point he didn't care. Having always dreamt of being in captain in Starfleet, Matt's emotions were about to overtake him.

"Commander Matthew Reynolds, you are hereby promoted to Captain and are hereby required to take command of the USS Jefferson, Section 47 Commanded, signed by Admiral Paul Drew," Admiral Drew said as Zhuk motioned for Matt to open up the box which held the fourth pip.

"Computer transfer command to Captain Matthew Reynolds, authorization Hrisvalar Seven Alpha One," Hrisvalar said which was then followed by the computer saying.

"Command has been transferred to captain Matthew Reynolds."

"Congratulations Matt, I and your parents are very proud of you," Zhukarak said as he saluted the newest captain of the USS Jefferson.

"Thank you sir," Matt said as he saluted his friend first and then Admiral Drew.

"I'm sure your brother is going to be very jealous of you Captain," Admiral Drew said as he returned the salute," I'm afraid that we will not be able to stay for the celebration. Command wants us to begin talks on Dorvan as soon as possible."

"Understood sir, is there anything you would like us to do?" Matt asked saddened that Zhukarak wouldn't be able to say goodbye to the rest of the crew.

"No, Matt just take of her," Zhukarak said as he motioned for Kristin to begin transport.

"Thank you sir," Matt said as he saluted his superior officer for perhaps the last time," it has been an honor."

Zhukarak was unable to respond as the transporter was activated and the next moment they were both gone. Matt took a deep breath before turning his attention to Kristin who was smiling ear to ear.

"Please don't say anything to anyone," Matt said as he hugged his girlfriend.

"You know that once someone sees you with that new pip the entire ship will know," Kristin said as she adjusted his collar.

"That's why you are going to transport me to the ready room," Matt said as he took his place on the transporter pad.

"You are no fun," Kristin said as she activated the transporter.

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“Thank you, Commander. I am Acting Ensign Valad Tavik, reporting for the position of Chief Operations Officer,” Valad stepped of the platform and stood at attention.

“At ease,” Megan replied almost automatically before pausing again. The science officer had no idea what to do next, something she was unaccustomed to feeling. Normally, she was well prepared for anything, but now she had a new operations crewmember without having a padd of details to hand him or even some assigned quarters to escort him to, and she was drawing a blank on other options. So the normally composed Commander just stood there completely confused for several moments before her brain took pity on her and granted an idea. “Why don’t I show you to the bridge? We can retrieve anything you need from up there, I think.”

As she showed the new Ensign out of the transporter room to the turbolift, Megan was kicking herself for showing so much uncertainty. She felt it should take more than an unexpected arrival to rattle her like that, but unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case. Commander Garrett tried to compose herself better, as they both entered the lift and she requested the bridge. As they both fell quiet, the science officer, who was usually perfectly comfortable with silence, felt a little uncomfortable. “I don’t know whether the First Officer is on the bridge right now. Commander Reynolds is currently acting as the Captain. Our commanding officer was elsewhere during this past mission, and so I’m acting as the First Officer.”

‘Stop talking…’ she scolded herself, hating her tendency to babble when thrown. It was a very old habit that Commander Garrett had been sure she’d managed to get rid of, but apparently it wasn’t entirely gone. This was all information he didn’t need to be given right now, and the last part almost sounded like she was bragging. This was not going very well at all, and Megan was quite grateful when the doors opened onto the bridge. “This is the bridge,” she announced, providing even more unnecessary information and mentally kicking herself once again for babbling.

Quickly moving towards the ops console before she said anything else stupid, Megan briefly introduced the officer on duty to their new superior before requesting Ensign Tavik’s transfer orders be pulled, along with his assignment details, which would provided all of the relevant information. Within a minute or two, during which the Commander managed to keep from saying anything else and embarrassing herself further, the details were downloaded to a padd, which the science officer handed to Valad. “This contains your assigned quarters, the location of your office, as well as your first duty shift assignments and access codes. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask. We’re currently about to get underway to base, but we sustained some damage. Once you get settled in, you can check with the assistant chief to get brought up to speed. Oh, and don’t forget to stop by sickbay.”

[Matthew Reynolds]

As he looked at his brand new office he noticed that all of Zhukarak's personal belongins were now missing. All that was left was a little handwritten message and a traditional Andorian knife. From his previous conversations with Zhukarak he knew that this type of dagger was given to new command level officers. Matt studied the beautiful weapon and was honored to recieve the gift. He knew how much work was put into crafting a weapon such as this, which meant that Zhukarak had been thinking about this for a very long time.

Matt took a big breath of air and once again looked around the office. He knew it was tradition to remodel the ready room, but that would wait until things on the Jefferson improved. He knew that he would need to attend to his crew first. Many would need phyiscal and physicological help. The first person he would need to speak to was going to be Nathan, who was getting better every hour.

~What I'm I going to do? When something happens it will always fall on me. I'm I ready for this?~ Matt thought as he sat down for the first time since finding out that he was the new commanding officer of the USS Jefferson. Even though he had a very different command style than Zhukarak or even Loskene, things on the Jefferson were going to stay relatively the same. He was going to make his most important decision in a few moments and it was going to be the easiest decision of all.

"Reynolds to Commander Garrett, report to the ready room immediately"

He knew that Megan would arrive quickly, but there was no reason to think about it any longer. Megan was a talented officer who he could trust with the life of his crew. Matt also knew that Megan was hiding things from them and in time he would have to confront her about them. Even with these questions in mind, he knew that she was the best person for the job. She was young like him, but they had multiple years of expertise.

"Megan please take a seat....."

[Valad Tavik]

The turbolift doors closed to make the bridge disappear in front of him.

"Deck 4." He had been assigned quarters on the fourth of twenty-four decks. The turbolift hastened to Deck 4, where he stepped out and walked down the corridor. Valad stopped at his door and went in. The door closed behind him as he looked around at his new home. It was spacious, more spacious than any place he had ever lived before. ~So, the boys back at the academy were right about the Jefferson. I like it.~

Valad placed his belongings on his table and looked at his PADD. He double checked where the operations office was; he wanted to check it out after he went to sickbay. He put all of his belongings away and took another look around. ~Nice!~

He walked out of his quarters and walked back towards the turbolift. He passed several crew members: a few crewmen, an engineer, and a very cute helmswoman. Valad reached the turbolift and stepped inside. "Deck 7." Once again the lift moved and soon revealed Deck 7, where sickbay was located. He walked throough and down the deck's corridor until he reached sickbay. He walked in to an empty sickbay.

"Doctor?" No answer."Tavik to Doctor van Breughel," said over the comm.

(tag Nathan)

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"Reynolds to Commander Garrett, report to the ready room immediately"

“Acknowledged,” Megan replied, closing the channel and turning to Ensign Tavik. “If you need any assistance, please feel free to ask me. I would be happy to help.”

Crossing the bridge to the ready room, Commander Garrett requested permission to enter, and then did so as the doors slid open. “Megan, please take a seat,” Matt requested as she entered, so the science officer crossed the chair and sat, waiting for him to speak first and silently wondering what the purpose of this meeting was.

“Would you like anything to drink, Megan?” Matt asked as he got up from his seat and walked towards the replicator. He knew that this would be one of the most important conversations he would ever have. Once Megan informed him that she would like a glass of water, Matt made his regular order of a large cranberry juice with ice. Matt was also hoping that Megan would notice the new pip on his collar, but it seemed it was not going to be that easy. “Megan, I’m sad to say that Brigadier Hrisvalar has been relieved of command,” Matt said knowing full well that Megan already knew that Zhukarak had been put in charge of the situation on Dorvan V,” that means the Jefferson has received a new commanding officer.” Matt took this time to take a drink of his juice hoping that Megan would say something quickly.

Megan actually hadn’t noticed the pip, still distracted and a bit nervous from being thrown off just a few minutes ago. As he spoke, her eyes darted to his collar, and finding the Captain’s pip in place, immediately understood. “Congratulations, Sir,” she replied, offering a slight smile but still feeling a little off balance. Lots of things were happening that she wasn’t expecting today. Maybe she wasn’t fully rested...

“Don’t congratulate me just yet. I will only take the job officially if you do something for me,” Matt said, trying to stress how important it was going to be for her to say yes. Matt was saddened that he had not taken the time to really get to know Megan, but there wasn’t anything he could do now to change that fact. Matt at this point picked up the box that lay next to him. He presented it to Megan and waited for her reaction.

Blinking at Matt, once again completely taken by surprise, Megan hesitated before hesitantly reaching out to take the box and lifting the lid. The red command vest really should not have been unexpected, especially at this point, and yet it still was. Glancing several times between the contents of the box and the face of the new Captain, Commander Garrett was honestly speechless, not knowing what to say.

“You have known that once I was given command of this vessel, and you were my one and only choice as first officer,” Matt said, trying to gauge Megan’s reaction. He knew how to read people, but Megan was especially difficult. “I have to know your answer before we get under way. I will have to tell Admiral Drew and Brigadier Hrisvalar that I cannot take the job.”

Finally starting to breathe again, Megan was relieved that once again her brain was functioning and beginning to put everything together and provide responses. After another moment, Commander Garrett managed to compose herself once more, and simply replied, “I accept.” There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind about that.

The exact moment he heard the answer he wanted, a huge smile erupted on his face. Matt was worried for a second that Megan might not accept the job. He immediately rose from his seat and offered his hand to congratulate his first officer. “Thank you for accepting Megan, you don’t know what this means to me. Computer vacate the position of science officer on the ship’s roster. Add Commander Megan Garrett to the position of First Officer, transfer all codes and privileges to Commander Garrett, authorization Reynolds Zodiac Seven Alpha,” Matt said making it official.

The bright smile had also been unexpected, adding to the theme of the day, so after blinking in surprise yet again, Megan returned his smile and then shook his offered hand. "You are welcome, Sir. Thank you very much for this opportunity and your faith in me.” She was finally beginning to relax, and smile for real as it all sunk in, as the Captain changed the authorization codes and her position on the roster.

“Don’t thank me just yet. If anything goes awry I’ll just blame you,” Matt said, offering his sincerest smile. He knew that he had told Megan how important it was for her to say yes, but he doubted that she understood how serious he was to have her onboard as first officer. Section 47 was not going to give them a lot of leeway. Matt himself was a year younger than Megan and she was only twenty five. Being that young meant that if they messed up, Command didn’t have a problem making an example out of them. “I think it’s time we inform the crew. You’ll have to change of course.”

The corner of Megan’s mouth turned up in a smirk at the blaming her comment, before replying, “Of course. I’ll get us underway back to base immediately.” Her mind was already spinning with all the ramifications of this new position. But over all, she was very excited, though she tried not to show it. This was something she’d always wanted, dreamed about when she was little, and been working for since she had barely just started school. “Is there anything else you need, Sir?”

“I want us to be back at Assailant as soon as possible,” Matt said getting down to business,” everyone who was trapped on board the Jefferson will need to pull double duty for a day or two. I want everyone who was on the planet to have at least a day and half off. If they require more time off, tell them to inform their department head and the request will be honored.”

"Understood," Megan agreed, feeling that perhaps she needed more time herself given her current state of disorientation. "I'll make the arrangements immediately.”

“No Commander, you won’t be making the arrangements just yet,” Matt said as he finally drank his juice, “you are completely exhausted. I can tell that you’ve been trying to hide it, but it won’t work. I don’t want to tell you to report to sickbay, but if I find you working within thirty hours I promise you I’ll personally escort you to sickbay.”

Megan very nearly groaned at that, screwing up her face in distaste and silently wishing she had at least done a better job of hiding it. And unfortunately, the threat of being dragged to sickbay was something that would actually work. Finally, with a slightly irritated sigh, Commander Garrett tried to put on straight face. “Yes, Sir.”

“Megan I know you try to hide your true emotions from everyone and that is perfectly fine. You don’t have to make friends to do your job well,” Matt said before taking a second for his words to sink in,” but if we are to are have a good relationship as a true command team, you are going to have to open up a little bit. I will respect your wishes and I know that you have an interesting past, I’ve tried to look at your complete file, but if I ever find out that you have endangered this ship, crew, or yourself by withholding information, so help you God. Is that understood?”

For a moment, Megan didn’t know what to say or how to reply. This was, yet again, the last thing she was expecting to hear. After quietly sitting there contemplating what her commanding officer had just said, Commander Garrett quietly replied, “Understood.” She didn’t know what else to say just then, and so instead of risking saying something wrong, she decided to keep it simple, safe, and just acknowledge.

Matt knew that he had just freaked out his first officer a little, but he also needed to understand that he wasn’t going to withhold any information from the person he would have to trust the most. The day he graduated his mother had given him that piece of advice. A captain was nothing if it wasn’t for their first officer. “Megan, please follow me outside. I understand that we have a new Operations Officer?"

Barely starting to recover from the shock of the Captain’s last statement, Megan replied, “Yes, Sir. We do. He may still be at the operations station on the bridge.”

“Alright, please lead the way,” Matt said as he repositioned his uniform. He had his first officer and it was time to inform the crew.

Nodding once, Megan rose, leaving her untouched glass of water on Matt’s desk, and headed for the door, still trying to wrap her mind around everything he’d said

As both officers entered the bridge, everyone turned to face them. Monica was the first person to notice the new pip on Matt’s collar and she couldn’t help but squeal in delight. Matt couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, but he couldn’t help but love hid old assistant. “I want ship wide,” Matt said as he approached the command chair for the first time since being promoted.

“You have ship wide,” Monica said with a bit too much giddiness.

“This is Captain Matthew Reynolds…Yes, I said Captain Reynolds,” Matt said a tad too quickly,” This means that Brigadier Hrisvalar has been transferred off the Jefferson. I can never dream of replacing the Brigadier, but I will try my best. Joining me will be Commander Megan Garrett who has been promoted to first officer. Please have patience with us in this time of transition. Reynolds out.”

Glancing sideways at the new Captain, smiling slightly at how excited he seemed, Megan figured it was best to get off duty, not only to avoid doing anything else out of character but also to avoid getting on his bad side. There would be plenty of time for that later, she was sure. “I guess that’s my cue to exit?” she questioned, smiling wryly. “I wouldn’t want to be escorted to sickbay on my first day of duty.”

“No, you wouldn’t, remember at least thirty hours,” Matt said with a smile before he began to give his orders,” Monica I need everyone who…”

Nodding once more, wishing he’d rounded down to twenty-four, Megan turned to leave the bridge. It was a little frustrating going off duty so soon after coming back, especially since she was no longer dizzy or experiencing a headache, but considering her difficulty focusing and her unusual behavior, more rest was clearly needed to get her head together no matter how much she hated the truth of it.

Leaning against the wall of the turbolift, Commander Garret yawned slightly and regretted just how well her new commanding officer had been able to read her. She was hopeful that wouldn’t be quite so easy once she was fully recovered. The Captain had certainly given her plenty to think about, and she would need to process his words and the changes that had been made before knowing what to think. ‘Thirty hours,’ she reminded herself, moving from the lift to her quarters.

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Nathan sat up on the bed, this time without assistance. A few hours had passed since he had spoken to Cyle, but Jayden was still hovering over him like a mother hen. "Overhere!" he called, then nudged Jayden.

The Betazoid nodded, then walked over to Ensign Tivak. "I'm Lance Corporal Jayden Mitchell," he introduced himself, sizing the newcomer up like a true marine. "Come with me, the doctor wants to see you now."

He lead the new crewmember to Nathan's bed and the doctor sat up a little straighter. Fortunately, he was dressed in his own shirt and shorts and not the horrible blue sickbay gown. Relief washed over his face as he realised it. "I'm Nathan," the doctor introduced himself, "don't bother trying to pronounce my last name, doctor or Nathan will do." He held out his left hand to the newcomer, his right arm still being comfortably restrained in a sling.

With Jayden's help, Nathan got to his feet, though the marine protested softly. "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you at the moment as I'm restricted from duty. My senior nurse, Hannah Lowell will help you as soon as she gets back from her break. In the mean time, why don't you tell me more about yourself?"

[Valad Tavik]

"Good to meet you Corporal." Valad followed him over to the Doctor.

The Doctor spoke, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you at the moment as I'm restricted from duty. My senior nurse, Hannah Lowell will help you as soon as she gets back from her break. In the mean time, why don't you tell me more about yourself?"

Valad began, "Well, Doctor, I was born into a very small family and my parents and brother were killed in an "industrial accident" soon after my sister was born when I was 5. We were raised by some of our parents friends. As soon as she was old enough, my sister Aeron ran away and I haven't seen here since. That was seven years ago." Valad became a little upset by having to tell his story again, but it was necessary. His mood rose a little as he continued, "Now that that is over, on to happier things. I like to play Chess and an old Earth game Risk. Ever heard of it?"

(tag Nathan)

"We'll have to play sometime." Tavik smiled. "How about you, Doctor? I'd like to get to know you as well. How long have you been in Starfleet?"

(tag Nathan)

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"Now that that is over, on to happier things. I like to play Chess and an old Earth game Risk. Ever heard of it?"

"I pretty much grew up on Earth," Nathan replied, while he allowed an irritable Jayden to fuss over him. The doctor could tell something was wrong, but he also knew now wasn't the time to bring it up. He did hear the younger man growl at him under his breath. "However, I never really learned to play well, assuming of course you mean conventional chess, not 3D."

"We'll have to play sometime." Tavik smiled. "How about you, Doctor? I'd like to get to know you as well. How long have you been in Starfleet?"

This really earned him a scowl and Nathan glanced sideways at the Betazoid marine officer. "Jayden, why don't you go take a break? I think I can handle an acting ensign, don't worry." Jayden blinked at him, but walked away without comment.

"You'll have to excuse him, he's very protective of me. At any rate, I am not starfleet." He cast Tavik a slight smile. "Never have been and never will be. I've been a doctor for roughly fifteen years now, though I've been on the Jefferson for two. I have a five year old son and I'm pretty much a single father as the mother took off right after birth."

With his good arm, he gestured around. "On this ship, this is my domain. As much as I can call it mine, obviously it isn't right now as I was injured down planet." A shadow cast over his face even as his eyes turned dark with fear. "Where's Hannah?" he whispered to himself, suddenly extremely uncomfortable.

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It had been several days since the Jefferson left orbit of Dorvan heading back to Assailant. Although technically under the direct jurisdiction of Starbase 47 now, the battered vessel was in desperate need of repairs and the former base provided a more convenient stop. Megan had cooperated with the new Captain’s orders and remained off duty for the full thirty hours. Of course following the initial long sleep, the personal computer terminal in her room with access to the database and main computer was quite useful, but that was beside the point. With a good deal of the preparations completed while she was ‘off duty,’ the transition from Chief Science Officer to First Officer was made within her first day back just before they reached their destination. After all, she had been temporarily in this position once before.

Within half an hour, the Jefferson was fully docked and on external power and the majority of the crew was granted shoreleave. It didn’t take long for multiple teams of engineers to descend upon the Sovereign class vessel and begin to make the necessary repairs. It was good to know that soon the Jefferson would be back in her usual form and ready for the next mission. Megan had given a great deal of thought to what Matt had said earlier. Although she had now almost fully recovered from the exhaustion of the previous mission, the Commander was still shocked by what he had said to her. It was true she kept a personal distance between herself and the rest of the crew and her past was quite secretive, not only by choice, but also by necessity, but the suggestion that she would put the Jefferson and crew in danger actually hurt. However, Commander Garrett did understand his concerns.

It was never fun to be left in the dark about anything, and just knowing you were missing a piece of information, whether you needed to know it or not, was enough to drive most people, including Megan, absolutely crazy. Unfortunately for Matt, there was a far bigger picture involved here, and for the foreseeable future, he had no need to know about any of it. Commander Garrett rather hoped it would stay that way and was especially glad that her past had never really tied in directly to her current position aboard the Jefferson. The skills gained in the past certainly played a part in her present, but that was and had fortunately been the full extent of it.

Sitting in the first officer’s chair while repair teams milled around the bridge, Megan was having a great deal of fun configuring the computer console to the right of the chair. She had somewhat dreaded the prospect of sitting at a station that wasn’t actually a station but was delighted to find that she could set it up to access all of them centrally. True, the most she would technically do was review all the readings to make orders not carry them out, but if she wanted to... Her train of thought was cut short by a silent message scrolling across the screen indicating an incoming transmission, but it wasn’t just any transmission. The invisible channel, mysterious protocols all told Commander Garrett exactly who the call was from in an instant.

Signing out of the console immediately before rising from her chair, handing over the bridge, and heading to take the turbolift to her quarters, Megan felt incredibly uneasy. She’d just been thinking about her past not affecting her current position, and now here her past was where it could potentially interfere with her life again. A few minutes later, the former agent was passing security clearances and identity confirmations before the screen finally lit up with an all too familiar face. “Admiral LaPage…I take it you’ve heard about my promotion. Let’s dispense with all of the pleasantries and congratulations and get right down to why you really called me.”

A smirk crossed the older man’s face before he replied, “Honestly Megs, you could learn to use a little more tact. I’m still an Admiral after all, though I do still owe you.”

Screwing up her face slightly at the dreaded nickname, the Commander replied, “I have tact, but I only use it when needed. And considering the timing of this call, I’m fairly certain this has to do with my promotion, so this isn’t an emergency, and you don’t make calls just to say congratulations, even to someone who saved your life, and that can only mean one, dangerous thing...you’re going to owe me again.”

Sighing heavily, and looking less than pleased with her speedy assessment of the situation, David LaPage leaned back in his chair. “Don’t you ever stop with the analyzing everything to death? You know, one of these days you’re going to over-analyze something and end up being wrong, and then won’t that be embarrassing.” Megan merely raised her eyebrow, waiting for him to continue, so the Admiral sighed again. “Ok, you want it straight; I’ll give it to you straight. I want you back.”

Commander Garrett was almost halfway out of her chair and on the verge of saying absolutely not when Dave held up his hand. “Wait, wait…before you say anything I want you to hear me out. I’ve done a lot of thinking about this, and I’ve come up with a very good, very unique offer for you. At least give me a chance to present it.” Sitting back down, still looking reluctant, Megan nodded once, but she did not look happy about it. Taking at least this one, small victory, Admiral LaPage continued.

“You left, and I understood why you did. I didn’t like it, and I didn’t agree, but I did understand. 90-95 is not 100%, especially in this line of work. Still, as you know, I had hoped that you would come back after awhile, finding basic service too boring miss the action, resources, authority... However, instead you took to it rather well, using your skills to make a difference, and now you’re a first officer, impressive but not unexpected considering your training and experience. I’ve been watching you, as you were aware of, and your success had me thinking of trying something new. I want you in your former role as an agent working directly for me, but I also want you as First Officer of the Jefferson, using this second career as a cover of sorts.”

He had her attention now, and Megan didn’t look quite as dead-set opposed as she had a moment ago, and the Admiral took that as a good sign. “You would only be handed a few actual assignments, and they would, to some degree, be at your discretion. You would also continue serving in your current, limited capacity as an emergency back-up if an op near your position goes terribly wrong. In fact, part of the time, you will simply be going about your regular duties. The changes would show up more in some assignments the Jefferson and her crew would get.”

“What do you mean by that?” the Commander asked, her interest strongly piqued.

“It means if I have a mission that fits your ability needing ship support and escort or a regular mission with higher potential risks or ramifications where we might be needed, I’d request the Jefferson. The degree to which the crew would be informed would depend on the situation, but of course you would always have full access. This would require you to keep your Captain and crew in the dark sometimes, but I know that’s something you can pull off,” Admiral LaPage dismissed offhandedly. “Your additional rank, position, and your past, would need to remain a secret.”

Megan had gone very quiet, her mind spinning with possibilities and problems. Grinning slightly, Dave spoke up again after a few quiet moments. “I know this is a lot to think about, but the fact you haven’t said no right away is good enough for me for now. There would be quite a few perks to this, an even higher access level than you had before, virtually unlimited resources, a prestigious dual career... This isn’t an offer that’s ever been made before, and I’d never make it to anyone else. Give it some serious thought, Megan; take a few days to think about it. Please.”

Glancing up, still weighing pros and cons and debating complexities in her mind, Megan nodded. This wasn’t a decision that could be made immediately. Smiling, pleased at how well it had gone, Admiral LaPage sighed in relief. “Good. I’ll contact you in a few days. Oh, I almost forgot. Just as a little incentive, I have a surprise for you. It’s a gift actually. You’ll get it soon enough. Think of it, not just as incentive, but also a congratulations and pre-thank you gift. Oh, you’re welcome,” he added, grinning as the channel closed leaving Commander Garrett alone with her thoughts.

[Valad Tavik]

Valad saw the look on the Doctor's face and thought it may be time to go. "It was very nice to meet you, Doctor! Would you be willing to have Ms. Lowell contact me when she returns?"

(tag Nathan)

"Well once again, it was a pleasure to meet you. I need to report for duty. Take it easy." Valad walked out of sickbay and headed into the turbolift. "Deck 13." The turbolift began moving. An Ensign joined him when he crossed through Deck 10. "Hello Sir. Where to?" Then ensign did not respond and got off at Deck 11. Valad smiled as the turbolift resumed.

Valad got off at Deck 13 and walked along the corridor until he reached the operations department office. He took a look around as he walked in. ~Welcome home Mr. Tavik.~ he thought to himself. He liked what he saw. He saw a lone ensign working at one of the consoles. "Excuse me ensign, I am the new Chief of Operations. Can you tell me who is in charge here right now?"

"Welcome aboard sir. Lieutenant Monica Quindara is in charge now," the ensign replied.

"Thank you ensign.=/\=Tavik to Lieutenant Quindara. Could you report to operations please.=/\=. Valad turned off his combadge and took another look around. He smiled again.

(tag Monica)

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"It was very nice to meet you, Doctor! Would you be willing to have Ms. Lowell contact me when she returns?"

Nathan merely nodded, not trusting his voice to supply an answer. Right now, he wished that the Jefferson had a counselor, in particular he wished Tamara hadn't left. It had been quite a blow to learn that the one woman he really trusted among the Starfleet staff had decided to transfer away and he hadn't quite recovered from that yet.

A few days later, the doctor was allowed out of bed and able to walk around a little. Of course he'd had his little trips to the ship's pool which had actually done him quite a bit of good. Over the past days, he had also performed the necessary surgery on his son, naturaly under the supervision of his senior nurse, Hannah Lowell. The boy's eardrums could not be fully reconstructed, thus they had resorted to artificial eardrums. Over time, the boy would learn to live with them and actually hear again. Nathan theorised that the boy would actually hear better than he had ever before, but for now the child was still semi-deaf. Not that it hindered him in any way, he was back to his old energetic self, much to his father's relief.

Nathan too, was feeling much better, even though if someone spoke to him in a certain way, he still tended to cringe and had to fight the urge to comply with the 'order' given immediately. Through Jayden's faithful dedication to him, the Human doctor was able to recover more quickly.

Now the Jefferson was finally docked at Starbase 47 and Nathan was really looking forward to spending some time aboard. He stood in his bathroom, checking his reflection and smiled at himself. He was actually looking better too, no longer as pale as he had for the last few days. “Stop admiring yourself,” Jayden piped up as he stepped up behind the doctor, taking the razor from his hand. “You're looking handsome enough as it is and you had a shave earlier. You don't need two.”

Nathan merely smiled, allowed the marine to take the device from him then washed the foam from his face. “You're right, as always,” he relented, reached out for his tunic and pulled it back on. “I'm ready now. Is Freddy done with his breakfast?”

Now it was the Betazoid's turn to smile. “He was ready hours ago. We've been waiting for you. Your boy can't wait to see this new base.” Jayden regarded the older man closely, his expression a little guarded. He knew he'd been jealous of the senior marine's attentions towards the doctor, but knew now that there was still hope for him. Nathan had confessed that he did have feelings for Cyle but that he didn't know whether they would last, or whether the other marine would return them in time. In the mean time, Jayden remained faithfully at his side, guarding him and taking care of him.

A little later, the trio walked along the promenade aboard Starbase 47, young Freddy darting about left and right, gawking at the many sights to see.

“Nathan!”

Both men turned at the shriek in which the doctor actually recognised his name. A heavily pregnant woman came at them in a full run, her face flushed by the exertion. Jayden darted forward, catching the woman before she could hurt herself, Nathan catching up a few seconds later. He frowned down at the woman, trying his memory for her name. “Do I know you ma'am?” he finally asked, having been unable to recall her.
The woman was panting for breath, obviously at the end of her strength. Together, Nathan and Jayden supported her while Freddy looked up at her with large fearful eyes. “No,” she breathed, “but I know you.” She wanted to say more but she was still trying to catch her breath from her full run. “They're after me,” she finally whispered, “you're the only one I can turn to.”

“What is your name,” Nathan asked gently.

“Angelique,” she answered softly, avoiding his gaze while rubbing her hands over her swollen abdomen. “And I'm carrying your ch-” She never finished her sentence as at that moment the sound of phaser fire erupted and the girl pitched forward in Nathan's arms.

“Get back to the Jefferson,” Jayden ordered, suddenly on full alert. “Freddy, stay with your father.” After that, with his phaser drawn, he darted off in the direction where the phaser fire had come from.

“Nathan to Jefferson, medical emergency,” the doctor called, not needing to be told twice. “Three to beam directly to sickbay.” Even with the ship powered down for maintenance, Nathan knew sickbay would be operational still. Seconds later, the girl was lying on a biobed, but Nathan knew already there was nothing more he could do for her since she was already dead. A quick scan told him that it was quite safe for him to deliver her child, but something about what she had wanted to tell him quite bothered him. Did she mean to imply that she was carrying his child?

“Run a genetic test,” he ordered Hannah as soon as they had taken the baby from the dead woman's womb. “A simple phaser burst killed her, and no-one saw who fired,” he growled as he cradled the infant close to him. After cleaning her up and performing a basic medical check, he pronounced the baby girl healthy at a length of 48 centimeters and 2700 grams. She had large dark blue eyes and blond hair like himself, and test showed she was fully Human.

Hannah returned, a look of wonder on her face. “She's yours Nate, just as the girl tried to tell you.” She cast a sad look to where the woman was lying on a biobed. “She was only twenty years old, how the hell did she get pregnant with your child?”

Cradling the baby closer, experiencing a mix of grief and elation, Nathan raised both eyebrows. “Your guess is as good as mine. Before today, I've never seen her.” He looked over to Jayden, who walked into sickbay looking very grim. “Can you get security to run a check on the girl?” he asked.

“I can try,” the Betazoid replied, “the shooter got away though. Is she all right?” Then he spotted the monitor and sighed. “The baby?”

“The baby is fine,” Nathan answered, mustering a small smile. “I think I'll name her Angeligue.”

“Does this mean you'll acknowledge her?” Hannah asked, very much aware of her boss's wish for another child.

“Of course.” Despite the fact that the mother had just died, Nathan felt a surge of happiness wash over him. “The baby is my daughter,” he explained to the stunned Betazoid marine. “Genetically that is. I don't know how or even why, but I do intend to find out. However, since she is genetically mine, I am acknowledging her as my own.”

“I'll enter that into the log,” Hannah offered with a smile. “Angelique and Frédérique van Breughel. You're quite on the French names, aren't you?”

Nathan merely smiled, before tapping his combadge. He knew Megan would be on the bridge, while Matt was probably on the station with Caleb. “Megan,” he called informally, “I would like you to meet the newest addition to our crew. My daughter, Angelique.”

Then he tapped his combadge again. “Commander T'Ress, would you please report to sickbay? It is somewhat urgent.” Again, he smiled to himself. The feline had taken excellent care of his son while he'd been unable to and now he felt he owed the Caitian a big favour. When the chief engineer bounced in several minutes later, Nathan held out the sleeping infant to him. The baby had been fed by now and was sleeping peacefully.

“J'Varr, you would do me a great honour if you would accept the responsebility of being my daughter's godfather,” he then said, blurting the words out in rapid succession. “Yes, she is my daughter and her name is Angelique.” At that precise moment, Megan walked in at a more sedate pace. “Megan, would you be the child's godmother?” Nathan knew it was quite a lot to ask, especially as he and Megan didn't quite get along most of the time. Usually though, the conflict was more of a professional disagreement rather than personal dislike.

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Repairs were now well underway, and already progress was being made. In spite of general shoreleave being granted and the looming decision she needed to make, Megan was indeed on the bridge appearing to supervise the work, and though she did occasionally handle requests and necessary administrative announcements, her mind was far from her current duties. While the Admiral’s offer was technically an absolutely perfect balance between her old and new careers and well suited to her skills and abilities, there were still underlying issues. Her original reason for leaving black ops still remained, although the new offer was tailored to them and over the past year Commander Garrett was feeling less concerned than she previously was.

But the worst problem lay in the dual life she would have to lead, and while Admiral LaPage was correct that she was quite capable of pulling off such a wide scale, long term deception, just because it was possible for her didn’t mean it would be easy or desirable. The prospect of living a double life and keeping the crew, especially the Captain, in the dark was additionally daunting considering her recent promotion and conversation with Matt. This couldn’t be a decision made by pure statistics or logic; Megan’s emotions and what she wanted had to be taken into consideration as well, making this the kind of choice she hated making. The offer was perfect; she was very capable of agreeing and succeeding, but the question was if Commander Garrett thought the complications in her life were worth the benefits to her career.

=/\=Megan,=/\= Doctor van Breughel’s voice startled her out of her thoughts. =/\=I would like you to meet the newest addition to our crew, my daughter, Angelique.=/\=

For a moment, Megan just sat there, taking in the series of shocks this simple request held. First, Nathan had used her first name, second, it wasn’t very often a first officer was informed of a new addition by anyone else, other than perhaps the Captain, and third, a daughter appearing out of nowhere was a development that she couldn’t even begin to process. Not even taking the time to acknowledge, the First Officer rose from her chair and moved towards the turbolift. While this was indeed a surprise, it didn’t exactly affect her, so Commander Garrett figured she’d just ask a few basic questions, like how in the world a daughter could appear out of thin air, and then offer her congratulations, and that didn’t sound overly difficult.

“Megan, would you be the child's godmother?” Those words quickly ended Megan’s neat little plan, as that officially meant this big news most certainly did affect her.

‘Well this seems to be a week of shocks...’ the Commander’s battered mind managed to comment dryly, as Megan once again froze in shock, staring at Nathan with her mouth slightly open in surprise. A million questions were running rampant across her mind, but unfortunately, the First Officer only managed to express parts of them verbally. “But...how did...where...why would...I...” Commander Garrett stammered.

Of all the shocks she’d been dealt the past few days, this one had to be the most unexpected. What she really meant to say was: how did this happen so fast, where did she come from, why would you ever think of me, and I have a very dangerous job that is probably about to get even more dangerous than it ever has been, but all she could manage to get out was the beginning of each question or comment.

Running her hands over her hair for a moment in some sort of desperate attempt to collect her thoughts, Megan finally felt some semblance of order. The first thing she had to do was figure out what exactly had happened. “Doctor…I’m afraid that I really don’t understand. Where exactly did she come from? I had no idea you...”

<Tag Nathan>

As he finished his story, Megan was more confused than ever, but she knew that if Nathan had the answers to her questions, he would have told her. Finally, all she could manage to say in response was, “Well, however it happened, congratulations. And I’ll do whatever I can to try and help you determine what did happen. Hopefully the station will have some sort of information on who she was as well as how she got there, and we can continue from there,” Commander Garrett offered sincerely.

<Tag Nathan and J’Varr>

As Nathan and the Caitian engineer spoke, Megan continued debating the doctor’s request. The Commander was basically alone and tended to prefer it that way for various reasons, the most important of which was a danger to others. While being a godmother wasn’t an enormous responsibility in and of itself, it implied the future possibility of one. If something were to happy to Nathan, it could very well mean the sudden care of one and possibly two young children falling into her lap. This would be a bad arrangement, at the very least for them, especially given this new opportunity. Surely, if Doctor van Breughel had known this, he would have chosen someone more appropriate to bestow this honor on, rather than risk the girl’s life.

When it suddenly occurred to her that the two had fallen silent, Megan glanced up at Nathan to find him looking at her. Cleary, it was time for her to reply. Gathering up her courage, Commander Garrett tried to remain perfectly calm and logical. “I am honored that you would think so highly of me to ask, Doctor, but surely there are other candidates better suited than I am? My...I have a very dangerous...in the past, I…” Taking a deep breath, she tried again. “In the event that anything was to happen to you, any child that was placed within my care would be at great risk due to circumstances and situations beyond my control. I wouldn’t want anything to…”

It was then, Megan made a fatal mistake. She glanced over at little Angelique, her only intent to emphasize the infant’s youth and innocent to encourage a desire to protect her from harm. Unfortunately, the little bow mouth and the tiny little fist was enough to momentarily make the Commander forget what she was saying. The corner of her mouth gently turning up, the First Officer reached out to trace the tiny face. “Oh she is absolutely precious…” Megan breathed, her weakness for all things cute and adorable gradually creeping its way into her thought processes.

Finally pulling back, trying to focus on what she was saying, and what was best for the sweetest little girl she’d ever seen, Commander Garrett continued. “I wouldn’t want there to even be a chance she could be harmed especially because of me, so I would ask you to seriously reconsider whether I would really be the best choice.”

<Tag Nathan>

[Matthew Reynolds]

=/\=Tavik to Lieutenant Quindara. Could you report to operations please.=/\=

Monica Quindara sighed as she walked towards the nearest turbolift. She had never wanted to be chief operations officer, but she would have liked to to turn down the position. Even though she was dissapointed, Monica would do everything in her power to help out the new operations chief. She knew how hard it was going to be, but if his profile was correct he would handle it easily.

"Lieutenant Quindara, reporting as requested," Monica said as she approached the only man in operations. She knew that he was going to be young, but at that moment she felt almost ancient," How can I help you?"

(Tavik)

OOC: Sorry for responding so late, I've been without power for a week due to the storm.

[Valad Tavik]

Valad looked up as Lieutenant Quindara walked in. "Lieutenant Quindara, reporting as requested. How can I help you?"

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Lieutenant. I am Acting Enisign Valad Tavik. Well, first things first. How is the ship and crew?

(tag Monica)

"I see." Valad's mind raced the information collected in his mind. "Begin diagnostics on all systems so we can get the Jefferson back up and running. I'll give you a hand as soon as I report to the Captain." Valad made a few notes on the PADD and walked out of the office to the turbolift. He traveled to the Captain's ready room. He paused before he went in. At this point he didn't know whether to be nervous or excited. He pressed the call button to signify his presence and waited as the bell chimed.

(tag Matthew)

[Matthew Reynolds]

Lieutenant Monica Quindara
Assistant Chief Operations Officer

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Lieutenant. I am Acting Enisign Valad Tavik. Well, first things first. How is the ship and crew?

"The Jefferson is currently undergoing heavy repairs and upgrades," Monica said trying to remember everything that was being done to the ship," the Corp of Engineers felt this was the perfect opportunity to install the new targeting system. Fifty crewmembers have asked for a transfer and Captain Reynolds as approved them. We'll be recieving forty three new crewmembers along with fifteen new civilian scientist."

"I see." Valad's mind raced the information collected in his mind. "Begin diagnostics on all systems so we can get the Jefferson back up and running. I'll give you a hand as soon as I report to the Captain." Valad made a few notes on the PADD and walked out of the office to the turbolift.

"Don't be to formal with the captain," Monica advised," he has always wanted to command the Jefferson. If you serve here long enough, he'll start thinking of you like family."

Captain Matthew Reynolds
Commanding Officer

It had now been three days since Matthew Reynolds took command of the USS Jefferson and things were finally beginning to feel normal. Matt had taken it upon himself to speak to each and every member of the crew. He wanted to let them know that as their captain he was there for them day or night. Since the Jefferson was a Soverign class starship it had taken him almost three full days to complete the task.

Everything was going well, but the young captain's heart was heavy. He wanted to avoid this particular task, but knew that it was time to face the families of those who had lost their lives on Dorvan V. Matt knew that Starfleet had already spoken to them, but he felt that it was duty to speak about them personally.

"Enter," Matt said when he heard the chime signifing that someone wanted to enter his new ready room. When he noticed that it was his new Operations chief, Matt flashed his trademark smile and welcomed the newest member of his senior staff.

(Valad)

[Valad Tavik]

Valad waited at the door until the Captain acknowledged his presence. He heard, "Come," from inside. He composed himself, as he was ecstatic about meeting his CO, then walked in.

"Acting Ensign Valad reporting for duty sir. As I noticed we have a lightly damaged ship, I took the liberty of assessing our repair time and what all needed to be done." Tavik looked at the Captain. "What are my orders, Captain?"

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Nathan merely smiled, cradling the baby closer. "No commander, I'm quite certain I made the right choice, especially because of the arguments you've just put up. I know you would do anything to keep her safe, just as you would do anything to keep everyone else safe." The Caitian still had to give his response, but the doctor was certain he'd accept.

"Think it over, both of you," he suggested, "but I'm quite certain I made the right choices. I'm a doctor, I'm never wrong about these things. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to report my daughter to the captain, as is protocol."

He touched Jayden's arm. "Jayden, do me a favour?" The marine nodded quietly in confirmation. "Get Freddy for me? I think he's on the holodeck with a few friends. We'll meet on the bridge."

"Yes doctor," the young marine answered formally - too formally, which surprised Nathan. Jayden walked off without another word.

"Jayden, wait." Casting an apologetic look at both Megan and J'Varr, the doctor hurried after him. "What is wrong?" he pressed, halting the marine by taking his arm.

"What am I to you, Nathan?" the marine asked, out of the blue. "I care for you, a great deal but you don't seem to return my feelings. I sense confusion from you and I've given you all the room you needed, but I need to know. What am I to you? I saw you look at my boss, I sensed your longing."

Taken aback, Nathan released his friend then shook his head. "Cyle is out of my reach," he confessed, "and I care for you a great deal. I'd like to think I've proven that on Dorvan. My first concern has always been you."

"Yet your emotions show me otherwise," Jayden retorted, "never once have you told me you loved me. I'm in your constant attendance, doing your bidding. I'm growing a little tired of that."

Hurt was visible in the doctor's eyes as the marine's words stung. "I can't change how I feel about Cyle," he explained, "you're going to have to give me some time. As I said, you mean a great deal to me, more than I could possibly tell you in words." He took a step forward, taking Jayden's hand. "You're an empath, reach out and seek the truth. I invite you to." He'd been reluctant to let anyone in his mind since the Romulan incident and had been blocking the poor marine out for most of the time. Yet, he trusted Jayden completely and could see the surprise in the marine's eyes upon the invitation.

Then he drew the marine in completely, planting a full kiss on his mouth. "Go get my son, and we'll talk later," he promised, shifting his daughter's weight on his arm. "I'll meet you on the bridge."

Minutes later, they finally arrived on the bridge. "Oh hello again," Nathan greeted the new operations chief. "Is the captain in there?" He understood the young ensign was probably reporting in for duty, or had just done so.

"Captain, could I have a word? It's somewhat urgent." He held out the infant girl. "This is Angeligue, she's barely an hour old. Captain, genetic testing turned out she is my daughter, but I don't understand how it is possible. The mother, a girl barely nineteen standard years old, was shot to death on starbase. As testing proved me to be the baby's biological father, I hereby officially state my acknowledgement of the child. However I would like an investigation to be started towards the girl's identity, and how she got to be pregnant with my daughter."

The doctor looked away, slightly embarassed. "I can't recall ever having been with a woman captain, and I highly doubt i would've willingly done so." He reached out and took Jayden's hand. "I never had a female partner, but I do have a male one. I would also ask permission for Lance Corporal Jayden Mitchell to take up permanent residence in my quarters."

The marine's eyes widened in surprise. After his lashing out, this was the last he had expected.

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"No, Commander, I'm quite certain I made the right choice, especially because of the arguments you've just put up. I know you would do anything to keep her safe, just as you would do anything to keep everyone else safe,” Nathan replied, and Megan wasn’t so sure that he wasn’t right. "Think it over, both of you, but I'm quite certain I made the right choices. I'm a doctor; I'm never wrong about these things. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to report my daughter to the Captain, as is protocol."

Nodding once, still mulling over the completely unexpected offer as well as all the issues it raised, Megan glanced over briefly at Commander T’Ress. “I don’t know about you, but I didn’t expect this at all…” Commander Garrett commented briefly wondering if Caitians had a similar concept to godparents. “It is potentially a great deal of responsibility. I’m certainly going to have to think it over, so I can imagine you feel the same way... In the meantime, you might want to work with our newest crewmember, Ensign Tavik, the new Chief of Operations. I’m sure he will be a big help in getting all systems fully operational again, and he seems very capable.”

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With that, Megan turned to leave sickbay, her mind still quite busy processing her previous thoughts from Nathan’s request. She had made the decision a very long time ago to focus solely on career at the expense of friends and family, especially any sort of romantic relationship or children. Commander Garrett had decided even before entering high school that a career in Starfleet was her goal and purpose in life and all the years since had solidified the pattern of social sacrifice not only with her choices but also her whole mindset. While the chances of accepting Nathan’s offer resulting in custody of one or two children were slim, the potential was implied.

As she entered the turbolift to return to the bridge, her commbadge sounded. =/\=Shuttlebay to Commander Garrett, Ma’am, we have the shuttle you authorized for arrival secured in the secondary shuttle bay,=/\= a male voice reported calmly.

‘I didn’t authorize a shuttle arrival...’ was the first thought that crossed Megan’s mind, but without knowing what was going on, she decided to play it cool just in case. “Acknowledged, I’m on my way,” she replied before directing the turbolift to the appropriate deck and once again feeling off balance. It felt like someone was playing some sort of massive, complicated practical joke on her, and she didn’t like that one bit. As she entered the bay and glanced around, looking for some sort of indication of trouble or...well anything out of the ordinary, her attention was directed by the senior officer on duty toward an inconspicuous looking, type nine personnel shuttlecraft that was parked rather out of the way in a deserted corner of the bay.

“It came in unmanned and locked as you informed us it would. I had them drag it over there to that corner where it will be completely out of the way of traffic just as you requested,” the Lieutenant reported, looking slightly curious but asking nothing.

Further confused, Megan revealed nothing and merely nodded, throwing, “Thank you, Lieutenant,” over her shoulder as she moved with only the slightest bit of caution towards the small vessel. As she’d first observed, it was a standard type nine with no visible special features or additions. It was only as she drew closer that the name 'Sommers' jumped out at her, causing a smile to spread across her face.

“No way...” she breathed almost silently as she gazed in awe at what she now realized was the ‘gift’ Admiral LaPage had hinted at earlier: it was her former ship. Reaching out to almost lovingly trace the deceptive side of the small vessel, Megan approached the control panel by the door, her fingers actually trembling slightly as she reached up to activate the control, allowing her finger linger over the button.

“DNA and print recognization is accepted,” the computer acknowledged pleasantly. “Please, complete standard identification process.” It almost felt like being home...

Smiling and feeling a rush of nostalgia, the Commander replied, “Megan Rachel Garrett, Beta Omicron 0514658 – Sigma Alpha 3184628.” Pausing for the computer to request first an authorization number, then a security clearance, and finally an encryption sequence, and then providing each piece of requested information, she paused once more keeping her eyes open as the hum of a scan emanated from the doorway, and after a moment a single click sounded and the door finally slid open.

“Bio and retinal scan identification is positive. Full identification confirmation is now complete,” the computer announced, as the doors slid shut behind her. Entering the once again standard looking shuttle, Megan sighed happily. This was one of her favorite parts about this ship: watching it go from standard to elite with a single command. The only thing better would be watching a full conversion from outside.

“Computer, run internal conversion only: authorization Garrett Pi Gamma 38712,” Commander Garrett requested and as the computer acknowledged, the environment shimmered away to reveal an entirely different layout. The standard, muted tones of beige and grey were replaced by a sleek black and silver cockpit designed for a single operator and containing various types of high level equipment and consoles. Sighing again in pure contentment, Megan crossed the small space to the single chair, which spun around before lowering herself snugly into it and spinning it back around. A few simple keystrokes and several of the aft stations began moving in behind her creating a tight enclosure of consoles with the single chair in the center.

“Still fits like a glove...” she commented aloud to herself before noticing the active data file on the main console. Smiling wryly, Megan activated it and was unsurprised to see the rather smug looking face of Admiral LaPage appear on the viewscreen.

“Hello there, Megan,” he greeted, looking quite pleased with himself. “As you’ve most likely already figured out, this is the present I was referring to, and I think it’s a rather thoughtful one. I couldn’t bear to let anyone use her as I really did believe you were coming back, so she’s just as you left her, save several new upgrades and modifications I’m sure you’ll have fun discovering. The one I do want to point out is a stationary decoy. Just deploy the device, and it will sit on the floor of your shuttlebay and create a holographic decoy of the cover vessel when activated, so you can come and go as needed without raising any suspicion or creating a record of your departure. You’re welcome, and remember, this isn’t just a gift; it’s incentive.”

Smirking slightly as the image faded from the screen, Megan sighed again, but this time in deep thought. She still needed to make a choice... Gently running her fingers over the smooth, soft surface of the armrests and glancing over the comfortingly familiar console, the Commander sighed again, remembering all the good and bad memories this seat held. Trying to pull herself out of her reminiscence, Commander Garrett retracted the command center and spun the chair once more before rising.

“Computer, initialize a remote security link with U.S.S. Jefferson main computer, specific protocols for the following terminals,” Megan requested, entering both her office and bridge terminals, as well as the one in her quarters and tricorder into an adjacent terminal and verifying. That way, she could access shuttle systems most easily from those locations, but also from any terminal on the ship. Of course the links were very well hidden and would require quite a bit of identification to work.

Satisfied, Commander Garrett moved to the door. “Computer, resume stealth and security protocols upon exit,” she ordered almost absentmindedly as the standard decor reappeared and she exited the small vessel, wishing for a brief moment she could see its true the exterior but dismissing that as just another nostalgic notion.

Once outside the shuttle, Megan knelt down and checked underneath the hull and sure enough, a small, circular device was resting on the deck, the stationary decoy. It was certainly an ingenious idea, which would make it so much easier to conduct missions while all records would indicate she was still aboard the Jefferson, the almost perfect cover. There would be other issues, but this did help a great deal. Speaking of other issues, Commander Garrett was slightly concerned with raising suspicion and questions, and as such, security arrangements needed to be made.

“Commander Garrett to Major Johnson, please report to the secondary shuttlebay.”

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Cyle had left sickbay moments after his discussion with the doctor, whom had been welcoming more and more guests into sickbay. The marine went back to his own quarters and lay on his bed, resting for a moments before being called over the comm.

“Commander Garrett to Major Johnson, please report to the secondary shuttlebay." Cyle opened his eyes and sighed before rolling himself off his bed. Straightening his uniform he walked out his quarters and to the turbo lift.

Entering the shuttlebay he looked around for a moment before seeing commander Garrett. "how did you know i was back?" He asked, knowing full well how she operated.

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[Matthew Reynolds]

"As you were Ensign," Matt said as he observed Cyle's replacement. Having been an operation's chief in the past, Matt knew how important it was to have a competent officer taking the lead. As he studied the five foot eight frame of the man in front of him, he realized that just how accurcate his profile actually was. His face was unusually inquisitive looking which caused Matt to smile before addressing the young man.

"Don't be an overachiever, Ensign. As Operations officer you are going to have to depend on many people. I assume you have met with Monica already; she will probably be your best friend on this ship. If you treat her well, she will never let you down," Matt said hoping that Valad Tavik to his advice to heart," as for your orders, I would like for you to oversee the repairs to the ship. Once they are complete, report to Commander Garrett who will then report to me."

(Valad)

~I'm only three years older than him, can I actually lead these people into the unknown~ Matt thought as Valad left his office. He had trouble with the responsibility of command and he could only pray that his previous experience had prepared him for this.

"Captain Reynolds, please be adviced that your new shuttle has arrived alongside a new shuttle assigned to Commander Garrett," Monica reported over the comm.

"Thanks, Monica, I'll inspect the Seraph in a few minutes," Matt said as his thoughts raced about Megan's new shuttle.

~Interesting~

"Captain Doctor van Breughel would like to speak to you and I think its kind of urgent," Monica said seconds before Nathan, Lance Corporal Jayden Mitchell and a small child walked into his office.

"Captain, could I have a word? It's somewhat urgent." He held out the infant girl. "This is Angeligue, she's barely an hour old. Captain, genetic testing turned out she is my daughter, but I don't understand how it is possible. The mother, a girl barely nineteen standard years old, was shot to death on starbase. As testing proved me to be the baby's biological father, I hereby officially state my acknowledgement of the child. However I would like an investigation to be started towards the girl's identity, and how she got to be pregnant with my daughter."

Matt quietly listened to Nathan's explanation, but his attention had fallen on the beautiful baby girl. One day she would ask for the whereabouts of her mother and Matt could only feel sorry for Nathan when that day came.

"May I? Matt asked as he reached out to hold the little girl that was resting in her father's arms. To Matt's surprise Nathan followed through with his request and the young man took the even younger girl into his arms. She was indeed adorable and even though Nathan was her biological father, she would be adored by the rest of the crew. " I will try to find out everything humanly possible about this woman, but you have to understand that the Jefferson is going to be sent out on a mission in a matter of days. However I'm authorizing any resources the Jefferson can give in finding out who this woman was."

"I can't recall ever having been with a woman captain, and I highly doubt i would've willingly done so." He reached out and took Jayden's hand. "I never had a female partner, but I do have a male one. I would also ask permission for Lance Corporal Jayden Mitchell to take up permanent residence in my quarters."

"Doctor you know that family quarters are reserved for families, meaning that you two would need to truly make this permanent," Matt said offering Jayden a knowing look. Matt knew of their relationship and was happy that Nathan had found a new man to share his life with, but rules were rules," So what do you say Nathan. I'm ready to perform a wedding?"

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After calling for Major Johnson, Megan moved to speak with the person currently on duty and in charge of shuttle maintenance. After explaining that the ship was her personal shuttle, the first officer requested that the Sommers be kept off of all scheduled checks for routine maintenance and repairs, and that she would service the vessel herself. While looking surprised and a little curious, the Lieutenant did agree to pass this information along to the entire department and even managed to be convinced that leaving a ship off the rotation schedule wasn’t really important enough that it needed to be recorded in a report or log, since it was an exclusion. Glad that had gone well, Commander Garrett once again approached her ship. It looked so ordinary, and was so far out of the way that she hoped it would be left alone. As she once again traced the name emblazoned on its hull, the bay doors, opened and the Major approached. ‘Time for phase two...’ she quipped to herself.

"How did you know I was back?" Cyle asked while eying her carefully as he spoke.

Shrugging, Megan replied. “I’m the first officer now, so I have to be familiar with the rosters and duty shifts.” Her intent wasn’t to brag but merely to state the facts, but the Commander was a little on edge. This would be far more difficult than the first phase. “Major, I have an…unusual request for you. This is my personal shuttle, the Sommers, which just arrived from…Earth. I have already spoken with shuttlebay personnel to keep it off the maintenance and repair rotation, but it’s…well a little bit sensitive, and I’d really like to make sure that it remains relatively undisturbed.”

Pushing a non-existent strand of hair behind her ear, Megan continued. “I have a somewhat personal favor to ask of you. I know there are always at least one or two Marines stationed in this bay working on some of the fighters, and I was hoping that perhaps you could speak with them, not really on an official basis or anything, but just…ask them to sort of keep an eye out? I’m not talking about an actual guard shift or anything like that, but just sort of watching to make sure no one…bothers it.”

“I realize it’s…weird, but I would really appreciate it if you could speak with them as soon as possible. I just…want to make sure it’s kept safe, and it would really mean a lot to me to know that someone’s always here making sure no one decides to mess with it…” Commander Garrett reiterated quickly, glancing a little nervously at the small group of Marines working across the bay. She knew she was probably just being paranoid and overly cautious, but it was important to her, and she hoped that Cyle would understand and go speak with his men. It’d make her feel better.

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“Thank you,” Megan breathed, feeling a tremendous weight lifted off her shoulders. “I’ll wait here while you talk to them. I really, really do appreciate it. Thank you.”

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As the Marine moved off to speak to his men, Commander Garrett was starting to relax a bit. She didn’t want to be responsible for the advanced technology on the shuttle to get out on account of her, and this really did make her feel much better. True, she was raising more suspicion now by making these requests, but she was hopeful that while it created some now it would prevent making things even worse in the future. With one problem solved, the doors to the bay slid open and revealed the beginning of another more unpredictable problem in the form of a young woman.

While Megan was caught up in admiring the hull of the shuttle once again, but still watching Cyle speak with his men out of the corner of her eye, the young woman approached, being very careful not to make any noise until she was a couple feet behind the Commander. Coming to a stop, she grinned impishly. “Am I interrupting anything here, because I suppose I could always just leave the two of you alone.”

Freezing at the familiar voice, Megan turned around slowly, almost in disbelief as she stared at the newcomer. “Marina?” she asked, astonished. “What are you…?”

Laughing, Marina continued grinning. “Now...is that any way to greet your sister?” she asked teasingly, as she threw her arms around a very startled first officer. In spite of her shock, a smile crossed Megan’s face as she returned the hug of her younger sibling. It had been well over a year since they had seen each other, well since just before the Commander had been first assigned to the Jefferson actually.

“What are you doing here?” Megan finally asked, as they pulled back from the hug. “Last I heard, you were working security in Seattle and taking a few courses at the Academy. I had no idea you’d even left Earth recently, let alone you were coming.”

“That’s because I didn’t tell you,” the younger Garrett replied. “I didn’t even know I would be until a few days ago. With my degree from the Terran Academy and the extra courses I had already taken, I only needed one full semester plus a summer semester to fully graduate, so you are looking at a brand new Starfleet Ensign!”

Her face lighting up, Megan moved to hug her sister again. “Marina! Congratulations! That’s wonderful news! I’ll bet Dad was absolutely thrilled…what about Mom?”

“Oh, he doesn’t even know. We don’t really keep in touch anyway. Mom has gotten used to the idea gradually, with me starting out as civilian security, then the police, and now Starfleet. Of course she worries as usual, but she’s fine,” Marina replied.

Suddenly getting a horrible sinking feeling, Megan kept a straight face and asked, “So what are you doing here? I haven’t gotten any transfer assignments for you...”

Laughing again, Marina replied, “Oh no, I’m not assigned here. I had some leave saved up from my police service and decided to go on holiday before getting a real assignment. I haven’t decided if I’ll stay planet side or request a ship. Though I’ve got to say...you have some cute guys on this ship! The Ensign who let me aboard was SO adorable. I didn’t have authorization, but when I told him who you were, he let me right on, but I was tempted to see if I could get on without you of course.”

Frowning, Megan asked, “What was his name? He should have…no, never mind, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. I’d only have to speak with him, and I’d rather not get him into any trouble on your account, though he shouldn’t have done that.”

Grinning evilly, Marina replied, “Oh I know, but it was so much fun. Besides, you can’t really blame him, can you? You know very well the affect I have on men.”

“Oh I know…” Megan answered rolling her eyes slightly, which caused Marina to laugh again. “But really, just follow protocol please. I am the first officer after all, and it won’t do for me to be making exceptions for you just because you’re my sister.”

“Hey…I wanted to surprise you. And yes, he told me about you being first officer. That actually made it even easier to get onboard. Hey that means you could order just about any of these hot guys to go out with me, huh? Not that I need the help of course, but just in case anyone played hard to get. I am telling you, Meg, I have seen some really nice targets that I would love the chance to get to know better. Oooo….speaking of which…” Marina trailed off as Cyle approached once again.

Ignoring her sister for a moment, or at least trying to, Commander Garrett kept to business first. “Is the situation we discussed earlier arranged, Major?” she asked, attempting not to realize that her sister was practically ogling the senior Marine.

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“Thank you, Major. I appreciate your assistance and your discretion regarding this matter,” Megan replied, even as Marina cleared her throat, clearing hinting for an introduction. With a sigh, Commander Garrett reluctantly complied with her sister’s unspoken request. “Mr. Johnson, I would like to introduce you to my sister, Marina Garrett. She just graduated from the Academy recently and is here to visit me. Marina, this is Major Cyle Johnson, the Senior Marine aboard the Jefferson.”

Fluttering her eyelashes at him, Marina smiled coyly at him and extended her slim hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cyle. You know I was just telling Meg that this is a beautiful ship, but it’s so big… I was hoping to get a tour, but my sister is just so busy, being the first officer now and everything. Would you happen to know someone who could show me around the ship? If so I would be very appreciative.”

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