===== Transporter room 2, USS Chimera ===== Normally ... Shane would ger the message MaiKai gave him by cutting their conversation off that quickly. He would get the message people he met on his way gave him by the strange looks. Normally ... Shane would never wear such clothes as he did at the moment. A straw hat wasnt his favourite for casual clothes, but today was not a normal day. First, Shane was in an excellent mood. Beeing clothed in confortable clothes and beeing on his way back to the station was nice. Having his fishing (fresh replicated) gear with him was even nicer. Second, Shane had no worries! Commonly, there were tenths things Shane was worried about, the Chimera was a big ship with many crew ... and everyday happened something the XO had to know about and deal with. But not today ... today's worry of Shane Guzman was the question if he WILL or WILL NOT catch a fish. Yeah ... a fish. Arriving to the transport room , he noded towards the transporter chief and asked like they would be old buddies. "All OK @ yours?" Just a second took the veteran of ship duty's to answer the XO properly: "Thanks a lot sir for asking, all it good here. Hope the same applies for you sir". The fact that this two man hardly ever spoke before had obviously no value for the XO. Shane noded merilly: "Yes, yes ... I am great, on my way for some fishing. Have heard they are bitting tonight ... so ill try my luck ..." Not even winking at the obvious nonsense the 2nd ship's Commander was saying or wearing the Chief replied: "Much luck to you sir." "Thanks good man" Shane replied and stepped at the transporter platform. ===== Near a fountain, SB Kinsi, 30 minutes later ===== "Are they biting?" Shane asked the hooded figure next to him. The figure was clothed in a dark black robe, head and face hidden in the hood. There was obviously something not all right with that figure ... but Shane could not say what. Not even guess. "IF YOU TAKE 40 FISH AS 'THEY ARE BITTING' THEN YES, THEY ARE BITTING" replied the figure. The words had the weight of an lead crypt door and they appeared right inside Shane's head ...not bothering to use the way through ears. Shane looked at the somewhat large bucket full with fishes of all sorts and sighed in admiration. "You have really some skill in fishing" he praised the figure, "and your lure is excellent as well. What do yo use?" Some fisherman would never reveal their treasured secrets of lure making, but this person seemed to be pleased that Shane asked. He pulled the fishing rob out of the water and put a fly-like insect on his hand. That insect .... was no ordinary fly. It had eight strong furry legs, big yellow teeths in the mouth and a stock of poison. "THIS IS A FLY FROM TERRAN PREHISTORY ... I CALL IT DEATH'S TRIUPMPH" came the lead blocks heavy words. Shane took a closer look at the insect and frowned. The prehistoric fly was a predator from ancient days, strong like a small elephant, deadly poisonous. When thrown into the water, it swam in the middle of the fountain and catched a fish with its teeths and rushed with it back to the fisherman. "That's really interesting", Shane said, "I dont suppose you have one such fly for free ..." "NO COMPADRE, THIS IS THE EVRY LAST EXAMPLAR. IT WAS AMONG THE FIRST LIVING THINSG ON EARTH AND IT WILL BE THE LAST ONE" replied the lead filled voice of DEATH - himself. Not really getting it ... Shane shrugged: "We all have our tricks ..." "YES, WE HAVE" Death replied and watched his fly dragging an another unfortunate fish his way. That was for other (3 pieces) fishes too much. Not that there were two stupid humans fishing in their fountain, but now was this insect horror chasing them! One, particulary scarred fish bite the lure on Shane's fishing rod ... Shane was catched 'with his pants down' and unexpecting a fish to bite, he found himself in the cold water of the fountain faster then one could say: "Whattheheck!". He hit his head on the duranium bottom of the fountain and the last thing he felt was cold water ... ===== 5 Minutes later ===== Wet like a snoopy dog, Shane was sitting near the fountain and stared blankly at some distant point. His straw hat forgotten some 4 meters away, his mood under the weather. Sure ... he should be happy that he was still alive ... but there was something that bugged him greatly. {What the HECK did he mean with 'I'll save you for later' .........} ===== End of log ===== Cmdr. Shane Guzman XO USS Chimera