Nu'Daq heard the doors to Xenia's quarters close behind him. He was walking in a daze of fury and rage. The blood dripped from his hands, as he headed towards his own quarters, leaving a trail of despair and insecurity after
him.

As he sat down in his chair, he looked at his hand. The wound had stopped bleeding, he didn't know when. For a few minutes Nu'Daq just sat there with emptiness in his mind.

Then he started to focus. He needed to consider what to do know. He had never sworn a blood oath before. He almost regretted doing it, but there was no way back. A blood oath was a blood oath. You either resolve it or die trying. And since Bashir was within his reach, he could not put it on hold.

"Xenia, my love. Will it ever be?" Nu'Daq thought out loud. His thoughts went back to their last big fight before she had left him. It seemed like yesterday, even though it was years ago. Xenia and he had been very much in love. And although they both had to go down the career ladder in order to live together, Nu'Daq had actually been happy to do it. He wasn't sure Xenia knew, he had never told her. He had just said, that it was a routine military transfer from Klingon Intelligence to Tactical Officer. He had swallowed the dishonor, for her sake. But it had been worth it, their time together on Rigus Prime had been ideal.

But then came the day, the day that ended their relationship. Xenia had for some time felt a pain in her abdomen, and when she (finally) decided to undergo an examination, the result was devastating to them both. Xenia's ovaries had suddenly started to deteriorate. The doctor was able to stop the process, but it was too late. Xenia would never be able to have children. The cause of her illness (however irrelevant) was probably the medical
experiments performed on her as a child by the Cardassians.

That evening was a quiet evening. It took several hours before either one of them spoke. Being a Klingon family was very important to Nu'Daq. The idea of never having children was incomprehensible to him. Xenia had started by asking Nu'Daq, how he felt about it. One word followed the other. And in a heated argument Nu'Daq had blamed Xenia for her infertility, believing she might have been cured had she seen the doctor earlier. They both knew this wasn't true, but it was said. Xenia's response was silence. She had looked at him and left the room. The next morning she was gone. She had walked out on him. And Nu'Daq had never thought he would see her again.

Over the years Nu'Daq relapsed he still loved her despite the fact she couldn't bear him any children. But his pride had prevented him from trying to find her, and he had accepted the fact that he had to find a lesser mate.

Then came this assignment. And she had been there. In the beginning the pain of her leaving him had nagged in his soul. But his love for her was bigger. And he knew, he still wanted to be with her. No matter what.

Nu'Daq turned to his drawer and took out a small frame with an old picture. He still cherished the picture of Xenia and him taken on Risa. It was the only thing left from their common home on Rigus Prime. Had she changed too much? Had he? Nu'Daq pulled himself together. Whatever was going on between Xenia and he, he still had to resolve his blood oath.

If nothing else, he would still have his honor. He would kill Bashir. After that, who knows?

The thought of Bashir made his anger return. That little man, who did he think he was? Trying to seduce his parmachkai, spreading false rumours about him, trying to make Nu'Daq look dishonorable. For that he would pay! Nu'Daq could fell his blood burn again.

Nu'Daq got up and went into his bedroom. He removed his communicator. This was no Starfleet matter. He took his mek'leth from his back holster and looked at it. The sharp egde shone at him.

"Now is the time for you to take a life, Gurthang. Will you do it?" And Nu'Daq almost believed he could hear a whispered "yes" from his weapon. Nu'Daq put it back. "Computer, locate Bashir and Rafko". The answer came promptly. "Bashir is in holodeck 3. Rafko
is in holodeck 3."

The notion of the two of them in a holodeck didn't help
Nu'Daq's mood. He turned and left his room, heading for holodeck 3.

A million thoughts raced through his mind on the way. Thoughts of Xenia and he. Their time on Rigus Prime. Their first encounter on Starbase 591. She had been attacked by two Cardassians, who thought she was Maquis. Nu'Daq had
decided to intervene, and within seconds he had dealt with them. Cardassians. Maybe there are somewhat adept in military tactics, but they are poor warriors. He had killed one and left the other to die.

Suddenly Nu'Daq passed a Jeffries tube, and his keen ears picked up noise from it. He stopped to investigate. Perhaps it was another spy. You never seemed to know on this ship. He drew his mek'leth and approached the Jeffries tube. With one hand he quickly opened it and looked inside.
Fortunately it was no spy, but rather it seemed like a little disobedient girl.

It was Laizia sitting in a Jeffries tube with a half eaten double Andorian Chocolate Sunday Ice-cream standing in front of her. Her face was covered with chocolate up to both ears. When she saw Nu'Daq she frowned and stopped
eating.

"Laizia, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing", she said, still looking a bit frightened.

"Does your mom and dad know that you are here?"

"Yes" she said hesitantly

"So you don't mind if I call them?" Nu'Daq motioned to reach for the computer panel across the hall. That made Laizia shoot out the Jeffries tube.
"No, don't do that." She clung to his legs, smearing chocolate all over his uniform in an effort to prevent him from reaching the computer panel.

Nu'Daq stopped and looked at her. "So this means they don't know?" Laizia looked at him and shook her little head. "Not directly. But in a way they said it was OK."

Nu'Daq was confused. "What do you mean?"

Laizia looked at him with a look as if he was her little brother and she once more had to lecture him.

"vavoy always says: If you are upset at something, you need to cool down before you act. Cool heads act more wisely
than hot ones. And nothing cools you better than ice cream. Do you want to try?"

Before Nu'Daq could answer, Laizia went into the Jeffries tube to get the rest of the ice cream. She took a big scoop of ice cream and tried to give it to Nu'Daq. "Here, take this!"

Nu'Daq was surprised at her actions and without realizing it, he bent down and swallowed the ice cream. And she was right, it was very sweet and soothing.

"Are you going to tell vavoy?" Laizia looked at him with begging eyes. "No, but then you must promise me to throw away the rest of the ice cream, wash yourself and go straight back to your room".

Laizia smiled at him. "I promise." And then she was off.

Nu'Daq pondered for a moment. Laizia's words had made him think. Maybe he had been to rash in his judgment. Xenia had always tried to make him think before acting, a futile task it seemed. If only he hadn't taken the blood oath. Now there was no way back. Nu'Daq resumed his way to the holodeck.

As he reached it, he heard muffled talking from inside. Without hesitation he entered, but the sight made him stop. Bashir and Xenia was there, but also Okal wrapped in only a towel and a Starfleet lieutenant. The lieutenant looked familiar to Nu'Daq, but he couldn't place him. It seemed like a face from many years back.

At the sight of him, Okal gave a big sigh.

"Another guest. Welcome to the party." Her greeting made Xenia and Bashir turn. They seemed surprised to
see him. And a bit frightened at the sight of the mek'leth on his back.

Xenia came towards him: "Not now, Nu'Daq, not now".

"Now is as good a time as anyone." Nu'Daq looked at Bashir. "We will fight now."

Bashir just stood still, not knowing how to react.

Xenia came up to Nu'Daq and put her arms around him.

"Listen to me, Nu'Daq. Bashir has not wronged you in any way. I love you and only you. Can't you understand that?"
There was no answer from Nu'Daq. Xenia looked into his
eyes. "I know we parted in a bad way. But our time apart made me understand that I cannot live without you. But the question is, if I can live with you?"

Xenia's words went straight to Nu'Daq's heart. "I love you too, you are the only one for me. But how do I know if you are true to me?"

"You will have to trust me. I may have hurt you in many ways, but I have never been dishonest with you. And I tell you that Bashir and I are just friends. You are my love. I want to be with you, but can I? Can we make it work?" Xenia looked at Nu'Daq with sadness in her eyes. Would her
infertility once more be in the way of happiness?

Nu'Daq kissed her on the forehead and smiled at her. "Yes you can. There are other ways of having a family besides children." He embraced her and whispered to hear: "I love you, Xenia. Nothing can break us apart. Not anymore." And they met in a passionate kiss, totally ignoring Bashir, Okal and the mysterious lieutenant.

Bashir interrupted their moment of passion. With a slightly shivering voice he asked "excuse me, is the blood oath resolved now?"

Nu'Daq looked at him. "I'm afraid not, we still have to fight. But there is no need for someone to die." A large sigh of relief came from Bashir.

"How do we do that", Xenia asked. Even for all her time with Klingons she was still not accustomed with all Klingon rituals.

Nu'Daq smiled "Klingons are honorable and truthful, not foolish. I will have to admit to being wrong by accusing Bashir of infidelity. Similarly he will have to admit to bearing false evidence of me."

Xenia was confused. "But if he admits to the accusations.... I mean shouldn't you admit to being wrong on that also?"

"No, I was not wrong. I won't admit that"

"But then what?"

"If Bashir admits to it, I can choose to resolve the blood oath with a ritual combat. I still need to draw his blood, but only a little. Thus Bashir admits to the dishonorable and instead lives. This is a choice rarely accepted by Klingons, but if he wants too..."

Bashir jumped in: "I do. I do."

Nu'Daq turned to face him and drew his mek'leth. His voice was loud and firm, and if you paid attention, you could hear a hint of happiness in it.

"With Kahless as my witness I admit to being wrong in accusing Bashir of consorting with my parmachkai. I will now resolve my blood oath and fight him for his wrongful lies about me."

Nu'Daq went towards Bashir, who was not sure what to do.

"Stand still, Bashir. Will you fight me?"

Bashir shook his head violently.

"You choose the dishonorable way; not to fight?" Bashir nodded heavily, almost spraining his neck. "Then accept this wound and the dishonor that follows with it." Nu'Daq
lifted his mek'leth and gave Bashir a small cut on the neck, a drop of blood gathered and fell to the floor. "Now go, leave the ship, and thus the blood oath is resolved and my honor is intact."

Bashir put a hand to his neck to stop the bleeding. "I guess you are right. Although it has been an interesting trip so far, I must admit. So if you'll excuse me, I still have someone to say goodbye to."

Xenia smiled at him, she knew very well who he was talking about. "We'll have that dinner, when we return from this mission."

Bashir looked at Nu'Daq, he didn't seem to object. "That's a deal. Let me know when you return." He looked at Nu'Daq:
"May you die well. Qapla'"
And with that he left the holodeck.

Nu'Daq turned to Xenia. "Come my love" He took her in his arms, and once more the outside world disappeared and they were only aware of the two of them, uniting as one. Their hands started to caress each other. Nu'Daq put her gently to the ground and once again their lips met in a passionate
embrace.

**** Lt. Emallia Janor ****

"I've been here for a million years. Surely the phaser burn is healed. Can't I leave?" I said, trying my best to stay calm at the poor Bajoran nurse, Reijo Dejanna.

"I'm, I'm sure you can leave, but I just have to get the okay from Dr. Bashir," she said as she moved towards me to try and timidly force me back onto the bed.

"Look, just let me go to my quarters, he can come and find me there. It's not like I can't handle this." I said as I got up again.

"Umm, ok. Just let me call Dr. Bashir to let him know where you'll be."

Just as she turned to make the call, I carefully got off the bed and stumbled, nearly falling headfirst into another bed. The wound may be healed, but the newly regenerated skin was still tight and new, making it painful and difficult to walk. I looked back, Reijo was still talking to Julian, so I carefully went to the replicator, got a uniform and had just gotten it on and was out the door when he walked in.

"Ah, ah, ah, Lieutenant. You're not allowed to leave until after being dismissed."

Damn him! I was soo close! I could smell the freedom! Stupid sick bay. Why do they always have to be so boring? I cursed silently under my breath as he came over to me and escorted me back to the bed.

"One final exam and then I will personally escort you to your quarters."

It was a quick exam. "I want you on light duty until the skin completely regenerated. The phaser burn may not have been very deep, but it was very well placed," He saw the look on my face. "I'm going to tell Xenia about the duty restrictions, so don't try and get out of them. Now, shall I escort you to your quarters, or shall we stay and adorn the sick bay a little longer?"

"Quarters are fine." I mumbled. Once again, thwarted at the thresh hold.

The turbo lift ride was a silent one, neither of us wanting to say good bye or bring on the inevitable any faster than we had to. Given the way that this mission was already going, the little fear of not coming home a live was even bigger than it usually was. When we finally got in, there was that horrible, the day after, silence, and it was funny since we hadn't had a night before.

"I've changed my mind, I don't want to go anymore." I finally blurted out.

"Medical or personal reasons?" he asked as he led me over to the couch.

"Which will get me off this ship?" I asked as I leaned into him.

"Neither. You'll just end up with counseling or more time in sick bay."

"What if I say that I'm scared for my personal safety?" I asked hopefully, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Why?"

"Well, there's now something about the Tal'Shiar, a changeling, the kidnapper, someone by the name of Morgan, a stowaway, that's now a security advisor and probably a million more things that I don't know about that are
just spelling out disaster for us. Personally, I didn't sign up for THIS kind of stuff. This ship has turned into grounds for a witch hunt that I, personally, don't want to be in the middle of!"

By this time, I was up pacing around the room, and he just sat there. Staring at me. Grrrrrrrrrrrr, damn genetically engineered brain.
"Calm down and come sit down before you tear something." he said as he held
open his arms, "It will be alright. Nothing will go wrong. Worf is a good officer and a great Captain and if there's something that he can't do, I can almost certainly guarantee that Jadzia can."

It was strange, I mean, I never meant for the relationship to get this serious this fast, but, for some reason, it just seemed right. Everyone seemed to be bugging him pretty hard about it, but no one had said anything about it to me. It just doesn't make sense, but, as I sat there in his embrace, the rest of the world just seemed to disappear. Not long afterwards, I was a sleep, he put in bed, he was gone, the ship was about to leave, and all he left me with was a sense of reassurance, a picture and a note.

**** Lt. Cmdr Xenia Rafko ****

Nu'Daq's arms were holding me up, but I felt the strength leave my legs and I sank to the floor. He was still holding me tightly and I wasn't sure I could breathe. He was kissing me as if this world was going to end tomorrow.

"Nu'Daq," I whispered. I pushed against him; this wasn't passion - I was feeling very ill. He looked at me in surprise.

The whole room was spinning now and I could barely
make out Okal and her mysterious friend.

"I'm not feeling well," I mumbled. Nu'Daq's eyes
widened.

"It's all the excitement," the mysterious man said,
hurrying to us.

"Who are you?" I mumbled.

"I was going to tell you about him," Okal said, red
coloring spreading up her cheeks. "Before your boyfriend here barged in one us waving that mek'leth of his around. Really, that's no way to make an entrance."

"You may want to get dressed," Nu'Daq pointed out.

"You're a fine one to talk," Okal spat back at him.

"Well?" Nu'Daq's eyes narrowed as he focused on Okal's
guest. "I know you..."

I pushed away from Nu'Daq and staggered to my feet. I
put my hand to my head; I was indeed running a fever.

"I know you," Nu'Daq said loudly. "You - pat'aq!"

I whirled around, "Nu'Daq, please... no more blood oaths."

Okal's eyes were very wide, "You must have made some kind of mistake."

"There is no mistake," Nu'Daq snarled.

Already Nu'Daq was going after the Terran. I stared at him, unable to move for fear of falling over.

"Stop it!" Okal exclaimed, putting her towel-clad body in between the two of them. "I don't know what happened between the two of you, but it doesn't matter now. The past is the past. It stays there."

"Who are you?" I asked again. "What is going on here?"

But no one answered me. I sank to the floor, leaning against the wall, hoping that whatever was going on would be over very soon.

**** Ensign Veena Pari ****

Veena nervously paced back and forth behind her console. She had been on board the Valjean for a short time, but was already so confused she could hardly keep her head straight. But I suppose that is normal for a first timer. Her dutyship ended, and with a sigh of relief she staggered her way to her quarters.

Pari walked in and had forgotten that since she was an Ensign, she would be sharing her quarters with another. She stepped over her roomates belongings that were scattered through out the room and made her way to her bed. Veena
dove into her bed and snuggled her pillow. She tried to make sense of all that had happened recently onboard.. but try and try as she might, she was unable to. Besides the normal Star Fleet goings on there was of course the
human factor - relationships. Pari had heard bits and pieces of gossip through out her short time on board and she was reminded of the soap operas of yesteryear. The thought made her giggle silently to herself. She just
might like it here after all.

**** Nu'Daq ****

Nu'Daq ignored the human again and leapt to Xenia's side. She was almost passed out, breathed heavily and was looking ill.

"I got to get her to bed again", Nu'Daq thought to himself. "She is in no condition to be running around the ship."

Nu'Daq took the fragile Xenia in his arms and turned towards the exit. Before leaving he looked at the mysterious lieutenant. "I will deal with you later, there is nowhere for you to go, pat'aq". The lieutenant looked back at him with defiance and shouted "I'll be here". But Nu'Daq was not impressed.

Nu'Daq made his way back to Xenia's quarters. She felt so light and fragile in his arms. And he could hear her labored breathing. She should never have gotten out of bed. It was probably that Bashir who convinced her to get up.
But now he was history, thank Kahless.

Nu'Daq reached Xenia's quarters and entered. He put Xenia gently on the bed and started to undress her. He covered her delicate body with the sheets and went to find Xenia's medical kit. It had to be here somewhere.

He heard Xenia starting to mumble and went back to her.

"Hush, my love. You are ill. You must rest." He gently stroked her cheeks and smiled at her. She smiled back at him, that wonderful and innocent smile he loved so much.
"What happened?" she asked.

"You passed out on the holodeck. I brought you back to your bed. You need to rest."

"Who was that man, Okal was with on the holodeck? Do you know him?"

"He is a figure from the past. He is of no concern to you."

"But I want to know", Xenia said. She tried to sound firm, but her voice shivered and turned into a whisper. "Okal is my friend, I want to know."

"I will tell you, when you feel better." Nu'Daq examined Xenia with a tricorder. "Your vital signs are stable, you just need some rest and recuperation." He found the hypospray and programmed it to give a mixture of painkillers and a sedative. He pressed it against Xenia's arm and gave her a small dose. "Sleep well, my dear. I will be here, when you wake up."

And he watched Xenia's eyes slowly shut, her breathing eased and her body relaxed. Finally she was able to get some well-deserved sleep. Nu'Daq was off-duty, so he sat down at the table with Xenia in his view and turned on the
computer. Now he wanted to know, what that human pa'taq was doing on the Valjean.

**** Ensign Catava Okal ****

"Hello?", I asked again.

No answer. I took a few steps back and wrapped the towel about my body a little tighter than I probably should have.

A figure of a man with dark hair and a stiff lower jaw walks into the pale light of holodeck....

"Gods, can it be true?...", I half whispered to myself.

"I thought I might find you hear. Had I not known about your encounter in your quarters, I may not have even know you aboard this ship."

In my mind I doubted that highly. I was trembling... I ran up to this man whom I hadn't seen in years and could well qualify for a stranger. Memories of the past are a powerful thing however so I hugged him and clung to him. He hugged me back. I could hear his heartbeat through his chest.

When I finally pulled myself away, I looked up at him, without letting go.

"Taite, what are you doing here?"

"I'm on the same mission as you." He gently tapped my nose. "We're all here to see that we get to the peace talks."

"When did you come on board? I didn't see you assembled outside the docking bay."

"My transport was caught up in a meteor storm about three light years from Betazed. My ship arrived at the station as everyone was boarding, so I had permission to beam directly to my quarters."

I fought the urge to keep my hands on him and pulled away... only slightly.

"You know, Taite, I never thought I'd see you again."

"Likewise. Time has certainly, er, done you justice.", he said with a smirk. I looked down and realized I was still in my towel. It wasn't even knee length. We chattered lightly about old times for about fifteen minutes. I was all smiles. It's not everyday your first love pays you a visit. We were getting ready to leave.

"I missed you, Catava."

"I missed you too, Taite."

He then hugged me so hard that he lifted me off the ground, without even taking my breath away. I giggled like a schoolgirl. Just then, Xenia and Bashir walked in.

I didn't notice the stares until Bashir said something.

"What...?" Bashir asked.

"Uh..." Xenia said. She was obviously uncomfortable. I was excited. I couldn't wait for Taite to meet everyone!

"Sorry," she mumbled. "We didn't know anyone was in here..."

"That's no problem," I smiled. "I have someone I'd like you to meet."

He stepped forward and shook Bashir's hand then Xenia's.

"How do you do?"

"Not as well as I'd like, I'm afraid." When she took his hand, she lost her breath and put all of her weight on him.

Julian jumped to her side, but Taite was quicker.

"Here, let me take you closer to the pool. The steam will help you breathe."

She nodded her approval, looked at me and gave me a half cocked smile. We all fell silent and the sporadic rhythm of Xenia's breathing echoed throughout the holodeck. Julian walked over to Xenia and Taite gave him her arm to hold.

I turned to look around to visually locate my uniform. A panel that masqueraded as a small bushel of plants moved. Nu'Daq appeared through the Jeffries tube opening. I sighed heavily.

"Another guest. Welcome to the party."

That made Xenia and Bashir turn. They seemed surprised to see him. And a bit frightened at the sight of the mek'leth on his back.
Xenia came towards him. Her breathing was laboured, but she was one of the most determined women I've ever known.

"Not now, Nu'Daq. Not now". She rested her hand on his chest to emphasize her point (and to brace herself).

"Now is as good a time as any." Nu'Daq looked at Bashir. "We will fight now." Bashir just stood still, not knowing how to react.

Xenia put her arms around Nu'Daq. She declared her love for him again, and pleaded Bashir's case. A lot was revealed during their discussion which ended in a passionate kiss. They were oblivious to the rest of us.

Bashir interrupted their moment of passion. With a slightly shivering voice he asked, "Excuse me, is the blood oath resolved now?"

Nu'Daq looked at him. "I'm afraid not, we still have to fight. But there is no need for someone to die." I didn't even know that was possible in Klingon culture. A large sigh of relief came from Bashir.

"How do we do that?" Xenia asked.

What seemed to be a fateful twist on a Klingon Blood Oath turned out on the plus side for Bashir. All that was needed was for Nu'Daq to draw a drop of blood from his neck and the whole ordeal was over.

Bashir put a hand to his neck to stop the bleeding. "I guess you are right. Although it has been an interesting trip so far, I must admit. So if you'll excuse me, I still have someone to say goodbye to." I had a feeling it must be Emallia. The way they were dancing at Vic's before we left was a good indication.

"We'll have that dinner, when we return from this mission." Xenia told him.

Bashir looked at Nu'Daq, he didn't seem to object.

"That's a deal. Let me know when you return." He looked at Nu'Daq.
"May you die well. Qapla'" And with that he left the holodeck.

Nu'Daq turned to Xenia. "Come my love" He took her in his arms. I stood with Taite and smiled. Perhaps happiness would bestow itself on my friend once and for all. I looked up at my companion. It seemed to me since the arrival of Nu'Daq, he lost all the boyish charm he'd displayed earlier. I'll admit, things happen when you don't see someone for at least five years. Deep inside I believed he was same young man I loved in the Academy. A little rougher around the edges, maybe, with the learning experiences life's classroom taught him when I wasn't around. But as much as my heart knew who he used to be, my mind didn't know this hard look on his face.

Nu'Daq walked Xenia back to the steaming pool and let go to turn to us. As he started to walk away, Xenia started to stumble. He ignored us and leapt to her side. He looked at me.

"I have to get her to bed again. She is in no condition to be running around the ship."

He scooped her up lovingly in his arms and headed for the doors. Before leaving he turned and stared down my friend. Then something passed between them that I didn't understand. The only thing I could gather is that they knew each other somehow.

"I will deal with you later. There is nowhere for you to go, pat'aq!".

Taite looked back at him with a defiance I'd never seen him display before. ""I'll be here!"

Nu'Daq didn't look impressed. When he left I said nothing to Taite, but instead grabbed my crumpled uniform. When my shock was finally subsided I asked him, "What was that all about?"

I did up the zipper on my uniform with a little help. He circled around me and slowly zipped it up the rest of the way.

"I know him."

"I gathered as much. How do you know him?"

"It's a long story. Perhaps we could meet for dinner and I'll tell you all about it? Tomorrow night?" With the idea of an intimate evening with him, the thought of why he had just invited me floated out of my mind.

"1900 hours?"

"Perfect." He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "Come on, I'll walk you to the turbolift. I have the graveyard shift or I'd walk you all the way to your quarters."

Damn! My quarters! I forgot all about them until now. I still didn't know where I'd be sleeping tonight.

We left the holodeck. As we did I said, "Computer, end program." The Risian Jungle hot spring disappeared, as did my little blue Karemman fleece towel.

**** Ensign Leget ****

Ensign Leget had just arrived via transport to his new ship. Whenever he was aboard a Federation Vessel he thought that they were too well lit, he longed for the darkness of a Cardassian Warship.

After, unpacking he thought he should go speak with his superior. So, Leget goes to the bridge upon his arrival he sees the Captain. Leget snaps to attention.

"Ensign Leget reporting for duty Sir! Do you have any orders for me?"

Leget stood there all 6'4" of him. Staring with dark eyes, he looks around the bridge and sees a good number of Bajorans. This oughta be fun he thought to himself as he waited for the Captain's response.

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