Monday, June 25th Spacedock II Commander Sheehan's quarters.



Commander Sheehan sat at the desk in his quarters that overlooked the space docks repair facilities. It had been nearly a week since his trial, and the Tigermoth was still looking pretty bad. However the Scorpion was looking mighty fine. The techs had just finished linking the two hulls together today, so the ship was now mobile, until the warp core was installed anyways. That was scheduled for tomorrow. He hit the play button again. It showed the battle in which the Delta was destroyed. The logs from the Delta were playing right next to those from the Tigermoth. He rubbed his forhead with his sleeve. Who could have changed this THIS accurately? He asked himself. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a ship are the edge of the Tigermoths sensor range. It came up as the USS Oberon, but it wasn't in the Delta's logs. Who on the Oberon wants to pin me for something? Oberon, that's Admiral Hollman's ship. Why would he.that bastard! Sheehan jumped up and looked out the window to see if the Oberon was still there. It had been in a nasty firefight with a Klingon warship just as Smithy left to come to Sheehan's trial and bail him out. It was still there. That Klingon Captain must have pounded on this sucker. I wonder why Smithy hasn't said anything yet? Sheehan picked up the PADD with the sensor logs on it and sprinted down the corridor. Halfway to the turbolift, he saw Smithy walking towards his room.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me the Oberon was there?!" Sheehan yelled as he ran by. Smithy turned on his heels and caught up.

"Where?!" Smithy asked frantically.

"Just before you brought the Tigermoth back to Spacedock II you got ambushed by the USS Oberon. That's Admiral Hollman's ship."

"So what of it?" Smithy said.

"What did he say to you?" Sheehan asked.

"Well, nothing too special. I figured he was an Imperial double agent."

"Yes, but you were wrong." He stopped talking and the turbolift doors closed. "I think."

"You think?" Smithy said.

"Yeah, well considering I killed his parents I would think he'd be a little mad at me. Having you think he was an Imperial Double Agent made things all the better. He could get back at me, be exiled back to the mirror universe then come back a week later and go live on some backwater planet where nobody would bother him."

"I see. That makes sense. Sort of. Now, how, exactly did you manage to kill his parents?"

"Well, it wasn't really a bad thing at the time."

"Right." The lift stopped and opened onto the Oberons jetway.

"No, really. They were found to be involved with the Khitomer Massacre, so Starfleet assigned me to bring them in for arraignment, and then ran. I made a judgement call."

"Christ, you wouldn't have been much older than 18 at the time!" Smithy said

"You're right, I was 17."

"How'd you do that?" He asked as they started walking towards the section where the Oberon's crew was staying.

"I lied. And my piloting instructor knew I was good."

"You're a pilot?" Smithy asked

"A StarFleet Marine Corps pilot to be exact."

"I never knew that."

"Well, it was one of those things. They thought if I could fly well, and shoot well, they might as well train me in both."

"I see. Here we go." Smithy stopped in front of Admiral Hollman's door.

"So what are you going to do huh? Slug him?" Smithy asked.

"Well, I was planning on it. But I was going to rip his rank off first."

"Very symbolic. Think of that on the way over?"

"Yeah. I liked it." Sheehan said. He pressed the doorbell on Hollman's room. No answer. "Bastard." He hit it again. No response. "Computer, override security lock for Admiral Hollman's quarters, authorization Sheehan Alpha Tango Delta."

"Security locks disabled." The computer came back. The door slid open. What he saw shocked him. Hollman was lying dead on his desk, a large knife in his back. He took a step towards him and saw someone dash off into the bathroom. "SECURITY TO ADMIRAL HOLLMAN'S ROOM! INTRUDER ALERT!" Sheehan yelled.

"Oh jeeze now you've done it." Smithy said. He pulled a personal phaser from Hollman's desk. Sheehan ran into the bathroom at a breakneck pace. He came out with a squirming Romulan by the throat.

"My my, I see you've made friends already!" Smithy said. Sheehan dropped the Romulan and he froze. He looked at Smithy, then back at Sheehan. He bolted for the door, but was met by a large Vulcan security guard. He turned back around, just in time to catch Sheehan's right hook with his temple. Smithy just burst out in tears laughing.



Tuesday, June 26th USS Scorpion. Captains Quarters.

After a few grueling hours with everyones favorite Vulcan security officer, Commander Sheehan was finally allowed to go back to his room. Only by that time it was almost morning, so he decided to start moving stuff onto the Scorpion while nobody was around. It was almost 0600 ship time now, and he had just finished unpacking the last box. He had hand carried them all, just to get some exercise. The Romulan intruder was now in the brig, under the bases friendly neighborhood Vulcan watchdog. Boy they're funny. Sheehan thought to himself. You'd think if they were so logical they'd try and re-unite with the Romulans. But NOOOO nobody listens to me! Then again, I'm not very logical. I'm moving in at 6 in the morning. He placed his long-range sniper rifle on its wall mount to the right of the door. It hung just above his couch. Above the rifle was a Klingon Bat'leth. He was fairly skilled with the Bat'leth, but he was deadly at range with his rifle. The doorbell rang just as he put the rifle down. Who the hell is up at 6 in the morning? Besides me. He opened the door to beauty. A short blonde woman was standing in front of him. She was only about 5'2", which was midget sized to Sheehan's 6'2". She had her short hair tied in a neat ponytail about halfway down her back. She looked up, seemingly surprised.

"Commander Sheehan?" The blonde asked.

"The one and only. I hope. You are?" he extended his hand warmly.

"Commander April Williams, your new XO."

"Oh welcome to the Scorpion. Sit down." He motioned towards his couch under his rifle.

"I see you appreciate Earth history." She said. Indeed. Sheehan thought to himself. There were various pictures and paintings of eras past in the history of Earth, most of major conflicts. There were a few of older atmospheric fighters used during the Third World War, and one of the first warp ship. Another was a painting of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701 in a firefight with two Klingon cruisers. No bloody A, B, C, or D! Sheehan thought to himself as he admired the painting.

"Indeed I do. It's my belief that if we do not recognize our past, we will make the same mistakes again."

"An excellent quality, I'm sure." She said as she sat down.

"Was there something you wanted, Ms. Williams?" Sheehan asked.

"Not really, Sir. Just getting acquainted. I told the computer to alert me when you got on board."

"Oh, well, excellent. How long have you been on the ship?"

"Since I could be. About two weeks." Jeeze, this chicks a gung ho girl. Sheehan thought to himself.

"Why is that?"

"I've been supervising construction, basically. Making sure they point the torpedo tubes outward."

"Good initiative. I think we're going to get along just fine, April is it?"

"Right, Sir. I guess I'll let you finish unpacking."

"Alright then." Sheehan stood up and walked to the door. "When can we be underway?" He asked.

"This afternoon, if no more complications arise." She responded flatly.

"Wait, you said 'no more complications'. What's happened?" He asked.

"Well the techs were having some trouble with the SIF, but they've assured me it's ok now. The trick today is making the two warp cores function in sync."

"That's true. I think this is a new one by Starfleet standards."

"Indeed. I believe you have a message from TacFleet concerning our orders, I have one, but they won't open until you've read yours."

"Typical TacFleet bullshit." Sheehan said. "I think our first order of business should be to 'acquire' a cloaking device."

"I don't." She responded. Sheehan raised an eyebrow. "We already have one. It comes standard. TacFleet decided a ship with two warp cores isn't really being used well unless we can drain them both cores."

"Great. I'll see you this afternoon then?" Sheehan asked.

"On the bridge, 1800 is departure time."

"See you there." He said as he closed the door.

What a girl!