Chapter Eight

After Q left, the door rang. "Come," Marrissa said. Doctor
Jackson Johnson entered in a dirty uniform. "How's the relief
effort Doctor?"
"It could be better," Doctor Johnson said. "The Bres are
shelling Overajas everytime the Enterprise isn't overhead. Nurse
Emery was injured in the last round, she'll be out a week at
least. I'd say we're getting to about half of the people we're
suppose to."
"And if the shelling stops you will be able to get your job
done," Marrissa completed. "I'll see what I can do." She tapped
her communicator. "Bridge, this is the Captain, change orbit to
powered station keeping over Overjaras. Alexander, Jay,
Patterson, report to my ready room."
The Klingon and two human boys entered the ready room. "You
called, Risa," Jay said.
"Careful Jay, you know how I hate that nickname," Marrissa
warned. "The Doctor here tells me that the Bres are having
target practice with the population of Overjaras as targets."
"So, I've heard," Jay said.
"So here is what I'm going to do. Alexander contact ..."

Marrissa, Alexander, Doctor Johnson, Ensign Lockard, and two
other security officers beamed down to the Bres camp over locking
Overjaras. All were dressed in Starfleet Uniforms with the
exception of Alexander who was in full Klingon Dress and was
holding a large case. The camp overlooked a broad river valley
with a medium sized red roofed city in it. Above the valley rose
picturesque snow capped peaks. If it weren't for the spots of
broken roofs and smoldering ruins Overjaras would have been a
great place for shore leave.
The camp itself consisted of a dozen tents arrayed in a
semicircle around a large gun. A guard stood outside one of the
tents. "Who are you and want are you doing here?" he challenged.
"I thought that would be obvious," Marrissa replied. "We
are here to see the Commander of this gun emplacement."
"Since when did Starfleet start hiring Klingon shrimps,"
the seven-foot tall guard said.
"I wish you hadn't said that," Marrissa sighed.
"Why"
"You just insulted a Klingon of the House of Mog," Marrissa
said. "Would you care to inform this guard of the results of the
last time someone did that. Ross?"
"I believe the poor soul found it necessary to step off a
high cliff," Ensign Lockard replied. The guard then looked over
at Alexander who had taken out a large Klingon Knife and was
beginning to sharpen it.
"I'll go get Colonel Elbourt," the guard said retreating
into the tent.

Colonel Elbuort emerged from the tent. "What do you want?"
the solidly built man in brown fatigues asked.
"You to stop shelling Overjaras would be a good start,"
Marrissa said.
"And why should I do that?" Elbuort sneered.
"Number One, you are violating the cease-fire agreement,"
Marrissa enumerated. "Number Two, if you don't your gun will be
disassembled and removed from this sight. And Number Three, it
would make me very happy.
"I don't care about the cease-fire," the Colonel replied.
"If you take my gun away you will damage Star Fleet image of
treating all sides equally. And why should I care about your
feelings."
"You do have a point but I am not the one who will possess
your weapon," Marrissa said.
"Then who will?"
"The Klingon Empire of coarse," Alexander said. "We don't
like people who break there words. Alexander, son of Worf,
Ambassador at large from the Klingon High Council, at your
service."
"I wouldn't insult him sir," the guard said from within the
tent. "The last one to do so was forced off a cliff and died."
"What do you intend to do," Colonel Elbuort asked.
"Ross, please quote the cease-fire agreement for me,"
Alexander said.
"An outside party may take action to prevent or end
hostilities during mediation," Ross replied. "This action may
include up to the forcible acquisition of the weapons or
detaining the persons responsible."
"Is disassembling the weapon for transport permitted?" the
Klingon Ambassador asked.
"Yes."
Alexander opened his case and took out a laser scalpel.
"You aren't going to disassemble it with that?" Colonel Elbuort
said alarmed.
"I'm eleven years old," Alexander said welding the scalpel.
"Gun disassembling hasn't exactly been in my education, and you'd
be surprised what this thing cuts though."
"If my men disassemble it for you," Colonel Elbuort said,
"would that be acceptable? While you watch of coarse."
"It would," Alexander said. "And to show my gratitude, I'll
have some refreshments beamed down. Alexander to Enterprise."
"Enterprise here," came Jay's voice.
"Could you beam down some of my family's gagh supply,"
Alexander said. "A couple bowls full should do."
Marrissa tapped her badge and said, "Number One, add some
chips, a bottle of strawberry soda and three bottles of the '50
Chateau Picard Stargazer white wine to that order."
"Aye sir," Jay's voice replied, "Patterson will be down
with your order in a couple minutes. Enterprise out."