Date: Sat, 2 Jul 1994 10:07:40 -0800 Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: BrownK Subject: Treklander II, part 4 >From jfm@christa.unh.edu Sat Jul 2 10:05:27 PDT 1994 Article: 12188 of alt.startrek.creative Path: nntp-server.caltech.edu!netline-fddi.jpl.nasa.gov!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!swrinde!how land.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!jussieu.fr!univ-lyon1.fr!swidir.switch. ch!scsing.switch.ch!news.dfn.de!zeus.rbi.informatik.uni-frankfurt.de!terra.wiwi .uni-frankfurt.de!news.th-darmstadt.de!zib-berlin.de!zrz.TU-Berlin.DE!netmbx.de !Germany.EU.net!EU.net!uunet!mozz.unh.edu!christa.unh.edu!jfm From: jfm@christa.unh.edu (John F Moore) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: Treklander II, part 4 Date: 30 Jun 1994 15:26:20 GMT Organization: University of New Hampshire - Durham, NH Lines: 98 Message-ID: <2uuo6s$egl@mozz.unh.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: christa.unh.edu There can be only one...These are the voyages... T R E K L A N D E R I I Copyright 1994 John F. Moore III Part 4 Duncan and Julia sat in the balcony of Quark's while Richie entertained himself at the gambling tables. They ignored the Ferengi proprietor as he approached the table. "Good evening, folks. I'm your host, Quark. Can I get you anything?" "A little peace and quiet," Duncan said as he sipped his drink. Julia barely hid her giggle. Quark ignored Duncan's crack. "I hear you've just come from the Clari system. Wonderful place. Haven't been there myself but I know several traders who pass through the area frequently..." Suddenly Duncan's wrist unit started beeping. He turned to Quark. "Do you have access to the security monitors?" "Well, I might, if the price is--" Duncan grabbed Quark by the lapels and pulled him close. "Take me to them...*now*! You'll get your money upon reciept of the use of the monitor." Quark smiled uneasily as Duncan released him. "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? Right this way." Duncan motioned for Julia to stay put as Quark led him into the tavern's office. Julia didn't notice as a nearby table reformed silently into Odo. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Odo spoke behind her. "Quark seems to have taken quite an interest in Ambassador MacLeod." As Julia caught her breath, he continued. "Strange that the yours is the only ship from that area and Quark recieved a message from that same system. Julia spun to face the changeling security officer. "The only transmission we made was to alert the station we were coming for a brief stopover. I have no idea who else would...oh no..." Odo peered suspiciously at her. "Something you'd like to share, ms. Cathaway?" "Only that you may have a great deal more trouble than you bargained for..." Quark took Duncan to his private console and tapped in the security codes he procured. Odo was good, damn him, but not infallible. Quark had access to all of Odo's systems except his personal files, despite Odo's constant upgrades, but could only read, not alter. This had proven very useful on many occasions, to see just what Odo had on him and his "associates." He brought up the observation subdirectory. "I want to see my shuttle," MacLeod said. Entering the proper commands, Quark proudly showed MacLeod the inside of his vessel. It was empty. "Can you replay a display?" "Anything Odo can do, I can do from here," Quark stated proudly. "Show this area ten minutes ago, about the time you approached the table." Quark complied. The ship now showed a dark-skinned man in a Starfleet Sciences garb poking around the ship, until he accesssed the shuttle's computer. Studying it momentarily, he left. "Who is that?" Duncan asked. "That's the station medical officer, Julian Bashir. Why would he be interested--" "Thanks for your help," Duncan said, leaving a half bar of Latinum on Quark's desk. "Anytime..." Quark purred, eyeing the bar. Dax stopped Duncan as he and his companions exited Quark's. "Duncan...? Is that really you?" "I'm sorry Lieutenant...Dax is it?" "Duncan, it's *me!* Dax! Don't you remember?" "I've never met you before in my life--" "Remember before the pirate attack on the Tylok fifty years ago? Remember how we were going to check out that waitress who I thought was eyeing me, but it turrns out was eyeing your female companion?" Duncan's eyes widened. "Kurzon? Is that you?" "I *knew* it! What happened to you? You should be an old man by now!" "I think we *both* have some explaining to do *Kurzon,*" Duncan smirked, "but first I have some business to attend to with your doctor. Maybe we could meet for dinner. If you'll excuse me..." Dax nodded. As the trio left, Julia turned to Dax and said, "By the way, you may want to ask your security officer to keep an eye open for a dark-skinned man with a thick accent of Earth Hispanic origin." Dr. Bashir returned to Sickbay only to be grabbed and shoved against the wall. When his mind oriented on what happened, he saw MacLeod glaring at him with his assistants on either side. "Hello, Doctor," MacLeod said. "Care to tell me why you were poking around my shuttle?" Bashir was strangely calm. "Hello, MacLeod. I was wondering when you were going to show. You could've knocked, you know." "Duncan," Cathaway asked, "what's going on?" "He expected us," Richie blurted. "Oh no...don't tell me he's..." With his free hand, Macleod rolled up Bashir's left sleeve to reveal the tattoo on the inside of his forearm. He the released Bashir and stormed out of Sickbay, followed by his companions: one confused, the other irritated. -- ***************************************************************************** Prince John III jfm@christa.unh.edu Join the Government of New Atlantis...Email me today and ask how! 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