Stardate 52036.2

	As Beeg got in the runabout Validate, he noticed that the cargo 
had not been stowed correctly.  In a hurry he set the auto pilot and went 
to the cargo hold and put his possessions in a forcefield so that if anything 
happened, the ship would not be destroyed because of his weapons 
collection.  Beeg got back in the cockpit, and moaned to himself
about the lack of action that he has seen lately since the transporter
accident.  He still wishes that the doctors had been able to replicate his 
arm and legs that were lost because of degraded transporter signal.  He 
now had metallic limbs which are totally experimental and are not yet
perfected.  Though they are near indestructible they can not be exposed 
to plasma.  
	Though he was wondering what this new Captain was going to be
like and the fact he was hoping to be promoted to Chief of Security now
that he had received a battle field promotion.  It was never official since
the ship was destroyed, and the rest of the commissioned crew were lost. 
	Beeg neared the Equinox and hailed a message.  Oblokoni'Slyt Enoz
answered the hail since it was during her watch.  Beeg requested
permission to dock his ship.  Enoz granted permission and paged Cynthia
Calea, the security officer on duty at that hour, to "welcome her new officer 
aboard".  Calea had to be sure cargo passed inspection since the scan 
showed some robotic signal and a radiation type that they could not define.  
Though it could be nothing, because of the war and past events in the 
sector no need to take chances.
	Cynthia greeted Beeg at the airlock and asked to see what was 
throwing the scanners off.  Beeg obliged by showing the weapons case 
that had a small malfunctioning disrupter that was supposed to have been 
destroyed, and said that his implants are new robotic technology in order 
to save him from being in an artificial life support.  
	Beeg requested to go settle in and then to make sure his
collection was locked in the armory.  Beeg took out a few things from
the hovering vault of antique and otherwise unique weapons.  One is a
bat'telh that belonged to Kang back when the Klingons were
battling the Federation.  He has a human antique that he treasures very
much because it belonged to a human hero Rob Roy, a leader of a clan
based society in the humans middle ages.  He took the sword and bat'telh
and some little blinking device and a small bag and demanded "where are
my quarters I need to sleep so that in five hours I can meet the Captain
and get my briefing at o-seven hundred hours . . . also the rest of
this is for the repairs on the ship and other supplies so we can get
under way."
	Wandering down the corridor Beeg entered his quarters and sighed,
"time to unpack again."  Why did Mason want a security officer that was
so small, Beeg wondered.  What good could she be except in the Jefferies 
Tubes.  Well I need sleep so let’s see, I’ll put the sword over here and my 
bat'telh on this rack here.  Tomorrow maybe I will do some sims to 
stay in shape.  Well here is home.  Maybe later I’ll find out what 
Mason chose Cynthia for.  Then the lights  went down to sleep mode.