-= Starbase Kinsi =- Gaalen did not waste too much time. Since the pleasantries where finished the two men had nothing to say, Blackburn seemed to look atr him with wary eyes, as if Gaalen was meant to be tyhere to do something. He was about to stand when a waiter came by and left hima drink. "I did not order anything." He said, eyeing the waiter. "I know, it was ordered for you by the beutiful lady at the bar..." He said as he look towards the bar, letting his sentence go unfinished. "That's odd, she's gone." Gaalen got up and moved past the waiter without a word. It was probably the person that tried to contact him. With a desicive walk he moved to the promenade and looked about left and right. "Shit, who is she?" He asked himself as he looked, trying to find a tell tell signs that he could notice. He was about to give up when a pair of blue antenae moved out of a store and into the public. He moved quickly in that dsirection, bumpiong into a woman, but he did not care about her, he wanted to close the gap that was getting wider by the second. He was about to reach her when a kligon delegation bumped into him, or he bumped into them, he did not know. He seemed to recognized the shape, the long braided hair, the figure of... "Ph'ell!" He found himself shouting in disbelief, trying to reach her with one arm. "How dare you push me around, Andorian!" A voice shouted. Gaalen looked over and was met with one of the klingon's brothers, he could not tell if it was the right one or the left one. Gaalen's reflexes turned to survival and he rolled with the punch, countering with an open palm strike of his own to the klingon's chest. Nothing happened, his warrior's armor taking the brunt of the hit. The brawl that happened afterwards was very quick, three klingons on one andorian sealed the fate for the... Andorian. The station's security forces intervened right before Gaalen could be killed. For the Andorian it was all a blurr that ended with blackness... -= Unknown time later =- When the ceiling stopped spinning, Gaalen managed to sit up. He was hurting from everywhere but did not seem to be in danger. He was cut on the face and hurt like hell in the rib cage but he knew a simple fist fight would not cause him fatal injuries, he'd gone through worst than that. "You're commanding Officer was informed of your miss conduct, ensign." One security officer told him. "I'm surprised you guys could lose it so fast." Gaalen understood that ensign had done his job and he knew he was SSF, meant to be above Starfleet standard of conduct and professionalism. "Yeah, well..." He worked his throat to regain his voice. "Yeah, well, it was self defence." Gaalen replied. "And totaly unexpected." "Not according to their deposition. You'll be staying in here until some superior officer from your ship to get you out."the human replied, before walking away. "Oh, great, I barely know anyone and I'll get to meet my superiors in a bad situation, what a day." He thought as he felt his bumps on his face. Yet he could not remove from his mind the face he'd seen, logic telling him that it was impossible, that he had seen the face of a ghost from his past... Ensign Gaalen Idrani Engineer Officer USS Chimera __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Take Yahoo! Mail with you! Get it on your mobile phone. http://mobile.yahoo.com/maildemo