"That's right. You were going to get everything prepared before the
meeting tonight, so everything goes smoothly."
"Yeah. That's pretty much it. You know my father will go crazy if everything doesn't turn out the way he wants."
"Ok. I get the hint; I'll go do my part too. See you tonight?"
"Yes." She replied while watching Wesley leave the room. Once he was out of sight, she grabbed her bag from behind the dresser and took out a data pad. Quickly she moved to the computer terminal that was in one of the walls opposite her bed, inserted the pad into the computer and started to download the information she needed.
"Command code required for secure data." The computer voice said in its calm voice.
Kristen didn't hesitate a moment, quickly saying her code, "Skywalker, Commander, alpha 5354."
"Command code correct, continuing down load of requested information."
Once the downloading was done, she took the data pad out, putting it in with her regular mail to be sent out. But one thing nagged at her, it shouldn't have been that easy. Even though she put in a command code, the computer would have tipped off the security officer that someone had accessed restricted information. By every right she should be in the brig right now. However, Kristen just shrugged it off and went on getting ready for dinner knowing full well that the Picard would ask her about it later because he wouldn't want the crew to be alarmed.
An hour later, Kristen walked into Ten Forward. Glancing around the room, she spotted the officer she yelled at earlier in a group of civilians. She started in his direction by carefully avoiding the swarm of officers who occupied the room. She weaved in and out while making brief but polite conversation with the others before she managed to reach her destination. The short brunette had his back to her and did not notice her presence, so she tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around but as soon as he did so he started to convulse violently as if he was afraid of her.
"Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to bump into you earlier."
"That's what I'm here to talk to you about. I must apologize for my behavior. You see that I have not been getting much sleep lately and my temper has been flailing because of it. I am the sorry one."
He relaxed and smiled. "Thank you."
Kristen smiled and walked away to where the bridge crew was sitting. As she approached the table, Picard stood up abruptly. He didn't even straighten his uniform like he usually did and Worf, the chief security guard stood as well. He motioned for two other security guards to join him. They all took out there weapons and pointed them at her, but she didn't even flinch. However, it was at that moment, Kristen knew that she was in trouble.
"Good evening, Captain." Kristen said in a calm, even voice.
"Don't good evening me! What do you think you were doing by sending off our tactical information? If it falls into the wrong hands, we will be defenseless."
"I was aware of the risk when I did it. But you must understand that I was following orders from a superior officer."
Picard regarded what she said carefully. He could usually tell if she was telling the truth by the expression on her face, though this time was different.
"Yeah. That's pretty much it. You know my father will go crazy if everything doesn't turn out the way he wants."
"Ok. I get the hint; I'll go do my part too. See you tonight?"
"Yes." She replied while watching Wesley leave the room. Once he was out of sight, she grabbed her bag from behind the dresser and took out a data pad. Quickly she moved to the computer terminal that was in one of the walls opposite her bed, inserted the pad into the computer and started to download the information she needed.
"Command code required for secure data." The computer voice said in its calm voice.
Kristen didn't hesitate a moment, quickly saying her code, "Skywalker, Commander, alpha 5354."
"Command code correct, continuing down load of requested information."
Once the downloading was done, she took the data pad out, putting it in with her regular mail to be sent out. But one thing nagged at her, it shouldn't have been that easy. Even though she put in a command code, the computer would have tipped off the security officer that someone had accessed restricted information. By every right she should be in the brig right now. However, Kristen just shrugged it off and went on getting ready for dinner knowing full well that the Picard would ask her about it later because he wouldn't want the crew to be alarmed.
An hour later, Kristen walked into Ten Forward. Glancing around the room, she spotted the officer she yelled at earlier in a group of civilians. She started in his direction by carefully avoiding the swarm of officers who occupied the room. She weaved in and out while making brief but polite conversation with the others before she managed to reach her destination. The short brunette had his back to her and did not notice her presence, so she tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around but as soon as he did so he started to convulse violently as if he was afraid of her.
"Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to bump into you earlier."
"That's what I'm here to talk to you about. I must apologize for my behavior. You see that I have not been getting much sleep lately and my temper has been flailing because of it. I am the sorry one."
He relaxed and smiled. "Thank you."
Kristen smiled and walked away to where the bridge crew was sitting. As she approached the table, Picard stood up abruptly. He didn't even straighten his uniform like he usually did and Worf, the chief security guard stood as well. He motioned for two other security guards to join him. They all took out there weapons and pointed them at her, but she didn't even flinch. However, it was at that moment, Kristen knew that she was in trouble.
"Good evening, Captain." Kristen said in a calm, even voice.
"Don't good evening me! What do you think you were doing by sending off our tactical information? If it falls into the wrong hands, we will be defenseless."
"I was aware of the risk when I did it. But you must understand that I was following orders from a superior officer."
Picard regarded what she said carefully. He could usually tell if she was telling the truth by the expression on her face, though this time was different.