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[QUOTE]Originally posted by JeffKardde: [QB] Ain't I a tease?!?!? =) Star Trek: Gamma Quad #002 - "The Courier" Ens. Anwar looked sharp at the conn post, while Ens. Aschenbach looked on the verge of falling asleep at Ops. Ensign Proske stared dully at the tactical post. The TOKYO continued through space. "Look at this," Kwei said, holding up an isolinear chip. "What is it?" Kline asked. Kwei was seated at the science post on the bridge. Kline was the duty officer, and was looking over Kwei's shoulder. "I brough it with me from Earth," Kwei said. "Data record -- Federation News Services." "Of what?" Kline asked. Kwei smiled. She slipped the chip into a slot. Kline recognized the person who appeared -- Miguel Molina, a noted journalist who had won acclaim for several hard hitting pieces while covering the Dominion War. "I'm reporting from the top floor of Starfleet Headquarters," Molina spoke. The date on the corner of the screen was from a week ago. Behind him, dozens of high and low ranking officers bustled around computer consoles, directing starships, performing those tasks that they were chosen to do. "Here you will find scores of Admirals directing the rebuilding of the Alpha Quadrant. They are trying to spread the handful of Starfleet starships left to cover what was once done by so many more. Others try to find enough people to crew those ships -- enlistment is at the lowest point in the history of Starfleet. Hundreds of accepted applicants have withdrawn from coming classes at Starfleet Academy. "This is a difficult time for the Federation," Molina continued. "Even with the defeat of the Dominion, almost everyone on Earth and on Federation member worlds have lost someone. The cultural centers of the Federation have been hit hard -- structures hundreds of years old on the planet Benzar were completely destroyed by Dominion strikes." Molina paused before continuing. "But there is good news with the bad. Nine months ago, a Breen strike force attacked San Francisco. Thousands were killed, and the city itself was severely damaged." An image appeared on the monitor, as Molina's voice continued. It was file footage, of the Golden Gate bridge -- twisted and burning, as Federation rescue runabouts roared overhead and a burning Breen warship slipped beneath the waves. "The Mayor's office announced tthat repairs to the Golden Gate -- a historical monument -- would have to take back seat to more important city repair projects." Molina's face appeared again. "But last week, as a show of good will, the ambassador from the provisional government of the Cardassian Republic pledged to provide the funds to repair the Golden Gate." The image of the Cardassian ambassador appeared. He was an old man, with greying hair, and a scar across his cheek. "The Cardassian people were responsible for many atrocities committed during the war, and while no Cardassian participated in the attack on San Francisco, we feel a measure of responsibility." Moline appeared again. "And so this morning, repair workers by the hundred descended on the Golden Gate bridge. By this time next week, repairs are expected to be completed, and San Francisco's healing process will be that much closer to being over." The image closed. "Wait ... that's a week old?" Kline asked. Kwei smiled. "You know what that means. The Golden Gate looks like her old self again." "I was born in San Fran," Melanie stated. "My first memory is of the Golden Gate. It's lovely at sundown -- the light coming in from the ocean ..." "So you lived your whole life in the shadow of Starfleet, huh? No wonder you decided to be an officer." Melanie shook her head. "I never wanted to join. My mom was a petty officer on a couple different starships when I was a kid, and I always remember wondering why she wasn't home. I vowed I would never do that to my child." "And then?" Kwei asked. Melanie lowered her voice. "I was in high school, and my boyfriend got me pregnant. I was seventeen years old with a daughter." "So, why join Starfleet? Why not...?" Melanie shrugged. "Going to the Academy allowed me to keep an eye on Kellie -- she lives with my parents. I always figured I could go to the Academy for four years -- Starfleet paying for my college education -- and then serve out my five year commitment, and get a high paying job in the private sector and be a great mom for Kellie." "How much left do you have to serve?" Melanie shook her head. "Two years. I could apply for an early discharge, but ... I don't know. There's something about this job I didn't count on." "Oh yeah?" Melanie smiled. "I love it. I love the job, the responsibilities ..." "Sounds like you're homesick." Melanie nodded. "I am. I really am. I haven't seen Kellie in ... almost three years." "Go talk to Amanda," Kwei suggested. "She's a good listener." "Yeah, maybe I will..." ========= "Amanda" is Dr. Amanda Baron, the ship's psychologist/counselor "Kwei" is Lt. Si Kwei, Chief Science Officer [/QB][/QUOTE]
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