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Title: Star Trek: Outwardly Mobile
Author: Jay P Hailey (JayPHailey{at}yahoo.com) Series: MISC - TNG OCs
COdes: None
Part: 132a/335(?)
Rating:[PG]
Archive: Fine with me, just tell me where. Disclaimer: Paramount owns all
things Star Trek.  I claim Original Characters and Situations for me.
Webpage HTTP://www.phoenixinn.iwarp.com/jayphailey

    Tlalocan
    by
    Jay P. Hailey
    And
    The Star Trek Players

 "Captain's Log Stardate 48922.1, Captain Miriah Katasai recording."

 "The Endeavor has been ordered to make a patrol cruise of the Saga sector,
one of the most distant sectors of the Federation.  There has been no
serious Starfleet presence in the sector for a long time.  There have been
rumors and unconfirmed reports of trouble in the sector.  Our mission is to
support law and order in the sector, try to enhance their political
stability and add to our charts and scientific database of the
sector."

 "Our first destination is Tlalocan, a farming colony on the outskirts of
the sector."

-*-

 "Captain, why does Ms. Alpha have the biggest quarters on the ship?"
Commander Stroud asked.

 Miriah looked at him for a minute.  The reason why was very plain to
Miriah.  Ms. Alpha and her contingent of Green Orions had a very liberal
and free approach to sexual matters.  Without large quarters of their own,
they would be molesting her crew in the corridors and scaring all the
ensigns.

 Asking Ms. Alpha and her people to restrain themselves to their own
quarters was a compromise and it was working.

 "The Green Orions prefer a more communal style of living, Commander..."
Miriah temporized.  William Stroud was about as straight laced as any
Starfleet officer Miriah had ever seen.

 "Do you know what they do in there, Captain?"  Stroud growled.

 Miriah sighed and rolled her eyes.

 "They're running a bordello!  A bordello on a Federation
starship!"  Stroud
was good and outraged now.

 "Now, I don't think that's a fair characterization, Commander."  Miriah
said placatingly.  She really wanted to slap him around, but that was
frowned upon in command school.

 "Not a fair characterization?  I have taken the liberty of monitoring who
comes and goes from the Green Orion quarters.  Nearly a quarter of the
ship's complement goes there regularly.  Almost half of the crew has been
there in the last three weeks!"  Stroud yelled.

 "Including me."  Miriah said.

 Stroud blushed.  "Yes, Captain including you.  This is simply not proper."

 "Now follow through.  Ask me what I did in there. Commander Stroud, I am
not particularly interested in women as sexual partners.  Hell, I have a
mating bond!  Even if it was honorable for me to seek sex outside of my
bond, there are only three Green Orion males there.  This ship's crew is a
little over half female.  If it was a bordello, we'd use those men up
inside three months.  Have you checked the medical records?  Is anyone
suffering from physical or mental problems on this ship?"  Miriah
pointed out.

 Stroud looked angry and a little embarrassed.  "I haven't checked the
medical records, Sir."

 "I go in there to relax and speak privately with my friend Alpha."  Miriah
pointed out.

 Stroud's face was grim.

 "What do our efficiency and response time numbers look like Commander?"
Miriah asked.

 Stroud blinked.  "They're actually quite good, Captain.  Our working crew
people are very good at their jobs."

 "And what do the stress levels look like?"  Miriah prompted.

 Stroud looked stubborn.  "They're below average."

 "And that means..."

 "That the crew is happy and comfortable in their jobs."  Stroud growled.

 "I won't lie to you, Commander.  Six months ago when the Green Orions came
aboard our numbers were hurting.  There were a number of people who
couldn't handle the Green Orion life style.  So we transferred them off the
ship. The people left are the ones who have proven they could live happily
under the circumstances and still get the job done."  Miriah said.

 "But, but..." Stroud said helplessly.

 "What is Starfleet's policy about sex, Commander?"  Miriah asked.

 "Uhm..." Stroud said.  Miriah had him over a barrel and he didn't like it.

 "The manual says that Starfleet has no position on sexual relations between
consenting officers except as it may relate to their ability to carry out
their assignments."  Miriah said,  "Or as the Captain may
determine that the safety of the ship is involved.  I don't feel that the
Endeavor is in any way threatened at this time."

 "Yes, Sir."  Stroud said stiffly.

 Miriah thought for a moment.  "Thank you for sharing your concerns with me,
Commander.  I wouldn't want you to think that it wasn't appreciated."

 "Yes. Sir."  Stroud said, slightly less stiffly.

 "How soon until we arrive in the Tlalocan system?"  Miriah asked.

 "Two days, Captain."  Stroud said.

 "Very good, Commander.  I'll see you on the bridge tomorrow.  Dismissed."

 "Yes, Sir."  Stroud turned and stiffly marched out of the
Captain's office.

 "...With any luck he'll go down there for a visit."  Miriah growled to
herself.  "It would do him a world of good."

-*-

 "They don't call me President-for-Life for nothing, you know.  Ha ha ha."
President Macco laughed insincerely.  His large collection of flunkies
laughed belatedly at his joke.

 "Um, yes, well."  Miriah said, trying to keep her insincere grin on her
face.  "That still doesn't answer my question.  Why would there be a
rebellion on your world?"

 The Minister of Information answered.  He was the President's brother.  "We
prefer not to call it a rebellion."  He said.  "That comes too
close to justifying the terrorists.  We prefer to call it an uprising or
terrorist activity."

 "But why would anyone want to?"  Miriah persisted.

 "Why does anyone do what they do?"  The President-for-Life
breezed.  "They
are simply barbarians who live to cause misery for others.  Like, you know,
how do you say?  Banditos."

 The crowd generally agreed with the President that the rebels were uncouth
barbarians.

 "Banditos.  I like that."  The Minister of Information grinned.

 "So Captain.  Will you help us end the reign of terror?"  The President
asked.

 "I'm sorry, Mr. President, but it does, in fact seem to be an internal
matter. Starfleet has strict rules against interfering in the internal
affairs of Federation worlds."  Miriah said.

 "That's too bad.  I mean really, what is the use of us paying our
Federation taxes if the Federation won't help us out in our time of
need?" The President harumphed.

 "I understand, Captain."  The Information Minister said. 
"I mean we're
just one small planet out on the frontier.  The people of Earth really
wouldn't like it if you got your hands dirty with their pretty
starship."

 Miriah's face grew grim.  "I will report your troubles to Starfleet
Command.  They will forward your request to the appropriate civilian agency."

 "Thank you, Captain."  The President-for-Life said offhandedly.

-*-

 The capital city was called Mayastan.  It was small and quiet as far as
cities in Federation went.  It was older, though and had a certain amount
of character and charm to it.  The inner city was made from ornately molded
perma-crete that was two hundred years old, and formed into pedestrian
malls.  It was a nice place to take a relaxing shore leave for the
Endeavor's crew.

 There were troops in the streets.  They wore basic khaki uniforms and
carried basic workable energy weapons.  No one challenged them.  There were
even plain clothes security personnel.  They could be identified after a
while by their strangely colored clothing, much more ornate than the usual
people wore, and their false congeniality.

 The normal people of Mayastan shied away from the plainclothes agents and
grew quiet when they entered a room.

 Then the bomb went off.

-*-

 "Report!"  Miriah said.  She had been called to the bridge by the alert.

 William Stroud reported.  "There has been an explosion in Mayastan."

 "Were any of our people hurt?"  Miriah asked.

 "There were a few in the area of the blast.  We're calling everyone now."
Stroud said.

 "Okay.  Alert security.  Bridge to Sickbay."  Miriah said.

 "Sickbay here."  Matae the Chief Medical officer answered.

 "Prepare for possible casualties, Healer.  There has been a bombing."
Miriah said.

 "I have been made aware of this."  Matae replied.  "Sickbay
is ready."

 "Thank you, Healer."  Miriah said.
 "We're being jammed, Captain.  We can't get through to any of our people on
the surface."  Stroud said.

 "Hail the President."  Miriah said.
 "Hailing, Sir."  Stroud placed the call.

 In a few moments President Macco came on the screen.  "Yes, Captain?"

 "Are you aware that there has been a bombing in your city, Sir?"  Miriah
began.

 "Yes, Captain.  I have been informed."

 "There were members of my crew there, Mr. President.  Our attempts to
contact them and ascertain their status have been blocked."  Miriah
said carefully.

 "I'm sorry, Captain, I'm certain everything is well in hand.  Let me turn
you over to the Minister of Information.  He will be able to help you in
better detail."  President Macco said.

 The screen changed and there was the Minister of Information.

 "Minister, our attempts to contact our crew in the bombed area are being
jammed. Can you help us?"  Miriah asked.

 "I'm sorry Captain.  We jam subspace frequencies after such an attack to
prevent the enemy from communicating with each other and coordinating
activities.  We will drop the jamming as soon as I am certain that the
danger has passed."  Minister Macco didn't look nearly as congenial as
he did during the diplomatic dinner.

 "Yes, Sir.  I understand that.  How will I retrieve my crew?" 
Miriah said.
She was carefully restraining her half Klingon temper.

 "Captain, I must apologize.  Until I can be sure that there are no rebel
sympathizers or plants among your crew I will keep them in my
custody."  The Minister said.

 "Minister Macco, I must insist that return all members of my crew to the
Endeavor immediately."  Miriah growled.

 "I'm sorry.  While on this world your crew is subject to our laws.  I am
the loyal servant of the President in matters of information and security.
You crew will not be released until I determine that they pose no
threat." The Minister said.

 "Do you honestly believe that my crew poses a threat to your security?"
Miriah asked in a dangerous tone.

 "Captain, twenty civilians died in that blast.  That brings the year's
total to somewhere over 400, plus another 150 members of our security
forces, and I don't know exactly how many terrorists.  I can't take
anything for granted, especially in the light of your refusal to become
involved." Minister Macco looked angry and tired.

 "I'll be sending down my Executive Officer and a Security team down to
assure the treatment of my crew people.  Please cooperate with them."
Miriah said.  She didn't trust herself not to assault the Minister if she
went herself.

 "If you must.  I'll cooperate as long as our security is not threatened."
The Minister signed off.


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