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From: "Jay  P Hailey" 
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Title: Star Trek: Outwardly Mobile
Author: Jay P Hailey (JayPHailey{at}yahoo.com) Series: MISC - TNG OCs
COdes: None
Part: 118/335(?)
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

    The Tallamatrix
    by
    Jay P. Hailey
    And
    The Star Trek Players

    The loudmouth was named Ernie and he bought drinks for Miriah and
Genevieve once he could talk clearly again.

    The bar took on a festive atmosphere during and after the brawl, letting
Miriah and Genevieve know that they were acting in an acceptable fashion.

    "That was a good one." Ernie mushed. "I liked that with
the twirl right
in the middle. I didn't even know where the floor was until you hit me with it."

    Miriah spoke carefully around her loosened jaw. "You're faster than you
look, Ernie."

    "You Starfleet types are okay by me, let me tell you. You ever need
anything you jus' call me, okay?" Part of the bar crowd's first aid
attempt on Ernie had been more alcohol.

    "Okay. We will." Genevieve said. She liked most of the bar patrons,
except Ernie. She was leaning away from his breath and exuberant attitude.

    "Hey, you're bleeding green!" Ernie said to Miriah. "I
thought Klingon
blood was pink."

    "How much Klingon blood have you seen?" Miriah asked slowly.

    "Ahhh, good point." Ernie wisely nodded. He turned to
Genevieve "Your
friend's pretty cute for a Klingon. Have I told you that?"

    Genevieve leaned around Ernie. "Now it's really time to go."
She said to
Miriah.

    Miriah had been hearing similar sentiments from other patrons. "I guess
you're right." She fished some gold pressed latinum out of her pocket
"But first, a round on me!"

    "Lovely." Genevieve said.

    The crowd at Carney's cheered.

    -*-

    Kevin Mitchell walked up a short walkway towards the rambling house. He
would have beamed in closer to the house, but he couldn't. Transporter
scramblers covered the house. While he walked his eyes scanned the area,
and he was conscious of the weight of his weapon in its holster along his
waist. He could have brought a phaser from the Endeavor's armory, but he
had owned the blaster since he was fifteen. It felt better to carry his own
weapon to meet his old friend.

    A white haired figure came out of the front door of the house and moved
towards Kevin. Kevin noted how the passage of time changed his friend.

    "Kevin, boy! How have you been?" Ben said happily.

    "Ben. Nice to see you." Kevin grinned.

    "Well, don't just stand there, c'mon in!" Ben grabbed the starship
captain and brought him inside the sprawling house.

    -*-

    They were seated in comfortable chairs near an old fashioned fireplace.

    "Well, well, well." Ben chortled at Kevin. "A Federation starship
captain. Who would have guessed?" Ben shook his head.

    "You're not doing too badly yourself." Kevin said "How
many ships do you
own?"

    "Oh, a few, a few." Ben admitted. He owned an entire fleet of free
traders. He was one of the wealthiest men in the sector. "You ever
hear from Lyla any more?"

    "No. I can't keep up with people anymore unless they have a set
address." Kevin admitted.

    "Well. It's been a while hasn't it?" Ben said. He waved towards a small
alcove in the room. In it there was a model of a starship and a picture of
several people. It was the SS Ranger and her crew. Kevin looked and there
he was, fifteen years old and very earnest.

    "Did you ever miss it, Kevin?" Ben asked. "Growing up
without a house, a
yard, a dog and a school full of people to go to?"

    "No." Kevin said. The older survivors of the Ranger asked him this from
time to time. He didn't understand it. Kevin supposed that it was because
they had grown up on the surface of a planet and wondered if they had done
the right thing, raising Kevin on the Ranger. "It was good for me.
Better than being raised on Earth would have been."

    "Good. Good. I heard about the pasting you gave the PDs. It was about
time." Ben said. "Did everyone on your ship get through it okay?"

    "We lost a few people," Kevin said. He still remembered writing the
letters home to their loved ones, "But we got it done."

    "Well I'm sorry about your losses." Ben said. "I have
always worried
about that. Growing up on the Ranger like you did, I was always afraid that
you'd adopt your crew. Identify too close with them. Might make it sort of
tough to get the job done. Starfleet's a little more violent than civilian
life in space."

    "If I didn't care, I wouldn't be as a good a captain." Kevin said. He
remembered the death of his parents. It was an accident on the Ranger.
After a big debate the rest of the crew let him stay with the ship that had
been his only home. Later, pirates had demolished the Ranger. On the timely
intervention by Starfleet saved them at all. Still, the ship was lost and
several of the crew had been killed.

    Kevin had been on Starfleet ships where nothing had happened for years.
He couldn't tell if civilian life in space was more or less violent than Starfleet.

    "True, True. You've got Starfleet in your blood, boy."

    "Speaking of which, I am engaged in a little hunting expedition." Kevin
said.

    "Who is it now?" Ben asked.

    "Pirates." Kevin said.

    Ben grinned ruthlessly. "Wonderful. That monster ship that the
Federation lets you joyride around in should give the bastards fits."

    "I've heard that the ships out of Rhad have been leading charmed
lives."
Kevin said.

    "Where did you hear that?" Ben asked sharply.

    "One of my staff noticed a statistical spike." Kevin said.

    "Ah hell." Ben griped.

    "What's wrong?"

    "Well if you noticed it, then your bosses on Earth will pick it up soon.
Then they'll send some goons out to examine it. We'll tell what we're up to
and they'll send it back to San Francisco. The Orions have somebody on the
inside there. About the time your bosses get around to telling you what's
up the thing will have become general knowledge. Every wannabe from here to
Antares will be using it and the Pirates will have a fix for it.
Damn!" Ben rampaged.

    "What are you talking about?" Kevin asked.

    "One of the bright boys on my ships came up with a way to break cloaks.
Not all the way, and not well, but how good do you need it to avoid
trouble? I been spreading it around quiet like, but I suppose that it
couldn't stay secret forever, could it?"

    "What is it?" Kevin asked.

    Ben peered at him closely. "That's what you came here for, isn't it?"

    Kevin held the stare. "Yes sir. I figured you would know if anyone
would."

    "Well hell, Kevin. I couldn't very well keep it away from you, could I?
The Endeavor should be able to run it like a charm." Ben shook his
head. He went over to a large desk and activated a computer terminal.
"It's just a collection of about a dozen anti-stealth techniques
combined into an adaptive algorithm. That turns cloaking into a contest of
computer speed is all. Your staff may have noticed that Rhad has become a
big consumer of advanced computer hardware."

    "If he's noticed, he hasn't told me." Kevin said.

    "Well keep it under your hat, at least officially." Ben said.
"I don't
want the pirates figuring this stuff out or we'll loose our hole
card." Ben handed Kevin an isolinear chip with the data on it.

    "Thanks." Kevin said. "Mum's the word."

    "Good, good. Now can you stay for a real visit or does duty call?" Ben
asked.

    "Well, I've got my crew taking shore leave, so I figure I could spare a
day." Kevin said.

    "Wonderful. We'll catch up on old times." Ben grinned.


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