"Ok, try it now Data!" Geordi was in front of the small ship, looking through the front window. They had managed to retrieve the debris of the ship, and now its pieces lay on the cargo bay floor. The rear of the ship had sustained the most damage, and now had a hole blown out the back, the wings had small holes blown through them and the tip of the left wing had broken off. Data stood from where he was working under the helm inside the ship, and typed a command into the console. When nothing happened he looked down to Geordi and shook his head. "Damn it!"

Data turned and walked back through the short length of the ship, and joined Geordi on the outside. "Perhaps we should focus our attention on returning power to the computer using a generator. It appears there are many more conduits that need to be repaired before we can connect the internal power source to the computers."

"Yeah, maybe you're right. That should be simple enough. You go ahead, I'm going to check on how the reconstruction is going." As Geordi turned to walk to the opposite side of the cargo bay, Picard entered and followed Geordi.

"Report Mr. La Forge."

As they slowed to a stop next to the various pieces of debris, Geordi passed the PADD in his hands over to Picard who skimmed its contents as he listened to his chief engineer. "Well, our attempts to turn on the computer have failed. Data believes it is because there are still many damaged conduits that need to be fixed." He raised his hand and lightly rubbed the back of his neck. "This is technology we've never seen before, and without knowledge of how everything fit together before hand, I'm afraid it's going to be very difficult to properly repair all it."

Picard nodded. "The Commander of the ship is still in sickbay, but as soon as Dr. Crusher clears her to leave, we'll see if she's willing to help." Picard took a moment to turn and look at the broken ship and the pile of debris on the floor. "It's smaller than I remember. Are we certain we retrieved all the debris?"

Geordi nodded. "I had Ensign Marks at the helm run more scans but this is all he found. From what we can tell, it appears to be very basic; a helm in the front with two rows of two seats, and in the back there is a small 1200 cubic feet space with benches along the side. We're assuming that the back of the ship once held the lavatory and a small sleeping area. Unfortunately," Geordi turned back to the debris on the floor and knelt next to a larger piece. "the back of the ship is in pieces."

"Geordi!" The pair turned as Data once again exited the back of the ship. "Captain. I have managed to connect the computer with an outside power source. However the connection was brief. I believe we overestimated how power much the damaged conduits could handle."

"Were you able to retrieve any information Mr. Data?"

"Sir, all the information we were able to retrieve was logs pertaining to the last mission to a mining colony in the Waden system. We do know that the ship is warp capable, and there are some interesting sub routines, but that is all."

Geordi stood from where he crouched. "What do you mean 'interesting' Data?"

"It appears that this ship has the ability to project images into the space around the ship. More details will have to wait until the conduits are repaired."

Geordi shook his head lightly. "Captain, is it possible to get the Commander down here sooner rather than later? Unless she agrees to help, there's not much more we can do here."

Picard handed the PADD back to Geordi. "I will talk with Dr. Crusher." Before he turned he noticed someone was missing. "Wasn't Mr. Worf instructed to assist you?"

Geordi smiled sadly. "Alexander took ill in class, and Keiko called him to talk his son home. He said he'd be back as soon as possible." Picard nodded and walked out of the cargo bay.

Counsellor's log, star date 47356.3. Completion of bridge duty around 1830. Our orders are to continue to the designated coordinates to begin studying this new sector, but we have decreased speed to full impulse so that we may have time to find some answers about the Volkerie and her crew, and their attackers. With the arrival of this mysterious young woman, I am sensing conflicting emotions from some of the crew. Deanne exhaled heavily as she completed her log entry. She rose from the command chair as Will entered to relieve her. Will. The sight of her Imzadi brought a smile to her face. Lately, things had been developing between her and Will, and she loved every minute of it; they would go for walks in the Holo-deck, eat together in Ten Forward or either one's quarters.

"Counsellor. Exciting shift?"

Deanna chuckled as he came to stand next to her. "Thrilling. I guess this means you won't be making it to Worf's class later this evening?"

"Worf had to cancel the class. Apparently Alexander had to leave school early because of a stomach bug. Worf says that it's part of the Klingon puberty and will pass soon." Deanna smiled, gave Will's arm a quick squeeze before moving to the turbo lift. "Are you going to check on our guest?"

"I was thinking about it. Breakfast tomorrow?"

Will smiled. "0800?" She nodded and walked into the turbo lift. She leaned back against the wall of the turbo lift. She was looking forward to a warm bath and an early night sounded very tempting, especially after the events of the past few days. "Sickbay." She called to the computer to indicate her destination. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to stop by sickbay and see how Emelle was doing.

In sickbay, Beverly sat in her office, skimming the contents of her report before she submitted it to Picard. It was a very basic report; there was nothing there that he didn't already know. She was interrupted from her report by quiet knocking of the doorframe of her office.

"I hope I'm not bothering you."

"Emelle." Beverly stood and walked from behind her desk. "What are you doing up?"

Emelle shrugged and slowly moved to stand behind one of the chairs facing the desk. "I was kind of getting tired of lying around."

"Well, even so you should be resting." Beverly leaned back against her desk and crossed her arms. "A bronchoscopy isn't light surgery."

"I'm fine. I was actually wondering if we could discuss when I would be able to leave."

"Sickbay or the ship?"

Emelle thought for a moment before chuckling softly. "Both I guess."

Beverly indicated to the chair as she moved back behind her desk and sat. "The latter is up to Captain Picard. As for leaving sickbay," she watched as Emelle sat slowly, a slight twinge of discomfort flashed across the woman's face. "you're still in pain."

Emelle shook her head and waved a hand absently. "Nothing to do with recent events. It's just an old injury acting up." She slapped her left leg half heartedly. "Listen, do you think the captain would allow me to assist fixing my ship? I know every system, conduit, attempts of jerry-rigging. Plus, it's my ship. No offense but I'm not thrilled with people I don't know going through every inch of it."

Beverly lent forward and squinted. "Afraid they'll find something you don't want us to find?"

Emelle's eyes shot to Beverly's, but seeing the doctor's mouth move to a grin, she chuckled. "It's not like that. It's just, there are some programs that might look questionable, and I want to be able to avoid any unnecessary paranoia."

"It's not paranoia, we're just being cautious. There are a lot of questions you will need to answer, and based on whether or not we believe you, we may let you go."

A sceptic look crossed Emelle's face as she turned and lightly shook her head. "I'm sure the empath will be able to tell if I'm lying." Beverly's eyebrows shot to her headline, startled slightly by the hint of hostility in the woman's tone. "Counsellor Troi."

Beverly lent back in her chair. "What makes you think she's empathic?"

"Let's just say she's not the first empath I've come across. Am I wrong?"

"Counsellor Troi is half Betazoid, so yes she is empathic."

"Can I ask you a question? A relatively personal question?" Beverly nodded slightly, and Emelle lent her forearms on her desk. "Does it not make you, um," she paused as she searched for the right word. "apprehensive, or I suppose uncomfortable to be in the company of an empath?"

"Why would I be uncomfortable?"

"Oh come on. Someone who can read your thoughts, know what you're feeling."

"Reading someone's mind is telepathy, counsellor Troi is empathic. And to answer your question, no it doesn't make me uncomfortable. Deanna is a dear friend of mine; I trust her explicitly." As Beverly concluded, Deanna walked into sickbay, and when she noticed the two in Beverly's office, she walked over and smiled at the pair.

"I'm surprised to see you up."

"Trust me," Beverly interjected. "it wasn't my idea."

Emelle turned and nodded. "I'm a bad patient."

Deanna laughed. "Well seeing as you're up, Captain Picard would like a word with you."

Emelle stood slowly, her knees cracking as she did so. "Sure thing. However, I'm not sure it would be appropriate to meet with the good captain in," she tugged at the scrubs she was wearing. "what am I wearing?"

Beverly smiled. "I'm sure we can find you something you're more comfortable in."

"I actually may have an outfit on the Volkerie. There's a small sleeping area; I usually keep a spare outfit under the lower bunk."

"Well," Deanna started. "I'll see what I can do."

Ok! Trying to get all the details out as best as I can! Hope you're all enjoying it! Again, please R&R!