From:		Jorith
Date:		05 November 1995 03:21
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette (BBS)
Subject:		RE: TRANS 2 SITUATION

<Lt. Cmdr Kindle - Transporter room 2 and Main Engineering>

Chandy rushed over to the operator panel as the last glimmer of the transporter faded from view. Her mind hadn't had a chance to catch up with all the events of the day. Not only was everything around her moving to fast, her First Officer just asked her out for dinner! 

"Yes, it's confirmed. Whoever just transported is now aboard the Klingon Bird of Prey." Her voice sounded distant to her. She listened to all the reports coming in and a sudden burst of tiredness swept over her. "Chandy, you need to just relax for a bit. Get to where you know what's going on."

"Ms Kindle you haven't given me an answer on dinner tonight.  I would be most honored if you said yes!"

"Why me? Why today of all days?" Chandy looked up from the display at Storm. "He's blushing like a Cadet," she thought with a smile. With a tired smile she answered, "That very kind of you, but I've been made chief engineer on a ship I know very little about, I have no idea where my quarters are, and I've managed to lose my luggage. I'd really love to have dinner sometime, but tonight is not a good night. When this duty day is done, I just want to get some sleep and get myself ready for a long day of learning what makes this ship go. I hope you don't mind, but this has not been a good day - I'm afraid I wouldn't be very good company. Perhaps another time?"

Leaving the others and heading back to the main engineering section, Chandy glanced back over her shoulder. "Well, at least it's flattering. If only he hadn't asked me today. I think I might have rambled a bit and scared the poor fellow." Rubbing the her temples, she entered the turbolift. "Engineering." She hoped that nobody had tampered with the engine core. It wouldn't do to have the ship disabled while she still knew so little about it. It would take a lot of time to understand how things worked correctly, let alone have to try and find any problems. 

She entered the main engineering section for the second time that day. It was still an awe-inspiring sight. This time, however, there were several people here involved in various tasks. A thought jumped into her head and she grabbed the nearest fellow.

"Excuse me, but have you-"

"You're Kindle - the chief engineer!"

"Yes, thank you. Have you seen-"

"I'm Ensign Zahn. I remember seeing you at the Academy. I want you to know what a great honor it is to be working with you. Let me know if you need-"

"Ensign," she almost shouted it. "Listen, things are a hectic right now, so tell me briefly, have you seen a set of duffel bags lying around here?"

"Oh sure," Zahn's enthusiam did not seemed dampened in the least. "A good friend of mine, Hairgrave, found them and was going to take them to operations where they could find who they belonged to. But just as he was leaving, someone transported him - although I can't think why..." Chandy found herself no longer listening. "Transported? If he got transported to the Klingon ship, that means..." She closed her eyes in dreadful understanding that she might not see her belongings again. "...and then we chased that strange looking guy out of the computer core-"
Chandy's eye's flashed open.

"What? Wait! Stop! What's this about someone in the computer core?"

"Yeah. He was part Kligon, I could tell. Don't remember seeing him around at the Academy. But I didn't know everyone of course..."

"Oh no," Chandy thought. She tapped her communicator. "Bridge, this is engineering. We may of just had an intruder in the main computer core. We don't know if any tampering was done or what exactly took place. I will try to learn more and report when I find something. Kindle out." 

Taking a big breath, she uttered the sentence she soon wished she had rephrased slightly, "Okay Ensign Zahn, tell me everything you remember about this fellow."