Stardate 52063.9

	Sasha opened his eyes a tiny bit. Good, the Ferengi was asleep.
Sasha got up and opened his bag. He had been heading for the Holodeck
with it when he had to evacuate. He made sure everything was still safe
inside. That Ferengi better not make a move toward any of his stuff. He
decided to take a walk, taking his bag with him of course, to see if he could
help anyone with anything. As he rounded a corner he ran into an officer
he hadn't seen in the bar before. He would have remembered someone as
pretty as her. He knocked her over and the part she had in her hands fell
to the ground and broke.
	"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed. He gave her a hand to help her
up, then picked up the part for her. "Shoot, I broke whatever this was. I'm
awfully sorry!"
	"It's okay. I'll have another replicated. I should have been watching
what I was doing. My mind was, um, what do you say again? Somewhere
else." She put a hand up to her forehead, like she was about to pass out.
	"Hold it, right there," came a voice from the corridor. Sasha looked
behind him and a strange man with civilian clothes on was standing there
holding a phaser pointed at them. The woman reached for her phaser
slowly, still holding her head. But the man quickly leaped forward,
grabbing Sasha. He pointed the phaser at Sasha’s head, forcing the woman
to drop her phaser.
	The man smiled, "I thought so. You don't want me hurting him just
because of you, do you?" He pressed a button on a band around his wrist
and all three of them disappeared.

	Sasha woke up later, having no idea how long had passed or where
he was. He was on what looked like an alien runabout of some sort. He
looked over to where the woman was laying, next to him. She had an ugly
looking mark on her forehead, at the beginning of her hairline. In fact, the
hair that had been where the black mark was was gone. Funny, she didn't
seem to be breathing! He reached over to check her pulse on her wrist.
There was none! He reached up to try her neck, and when he touched the
side of her neck it felt like something moved! He quickly pulled his hand
away, but there was no reaction. He gingerly reached up and touched the
area again and suddenly her eyes opened. They looked around and stopped
on him.
	"Who am I?" She asked him.
	"I don't know," he responded. "But it looks like you might have a
nasty bruise on your head here, maybe you hit your head and have
amnesia!" 
	Inside he was thinking about how cool it was to be kidnapped on an
alien ship next to a beauty who had amnesia. Then he yelled at himself for
it, cause she was in trouble, they both were. What a time to be thinking of
such things. Sasha touched her wrist again, this time there was a slight
pulse. He didn't dare touch her neck again, that was a creepy feeling, like
there was a switch on her neck that awakened her.
	She looked up at him like she was about to say something when the
ship jolted. Although she was a Starfleet Officer, she made no move to
check out the situation, so he got up and walked around a corner to the
front of the runabout. The man who had abducted them lay on the floor,
unmoving. He had no pulse. Sasha looked at the controls. Man, if he
thought Starfleet controls looked complicated this was even worse. And,
on top of that it looked as though there had been a short or something,
the whole panel was dark. Sasha tried pressing some of the buttons but
nothing did anything. Even the overhead lights and such had gone out at
the same time of the jolt. Now only the emergency ones were on. Sasha
couldn't find anything that did anything. He went back and told her.
However, she couldn't remember any of her Starfleet training, so there
they were, stuck.

	At first, he tried to behave like an officer would. "So, why do you
think the stranger wanted you? Have you ever met him before?"
	"I do not remember. But I do not think so."
	"Well, did you have information he wanted? Like, were you
carrying all the ships codes? And could type them out in record speed? And
could be brainwashed to do his bidding? And on top of all that you were
expendable?" 
	He chuckled at his cleverness, not knowing that, ironically, he had
guessed the exact reasons she had been wanted. Of course, he also didn't
know she was an android. The burn on her forehead was caused by a short
in her memory chips there, making her unable to access certain simple
memories like who or what she was and her Starfleet training as well as
recent memories. All this from hitting her head in the conduit. The wire had
been mostly severed then but completely when she was knocked
over in the hall. Sasha also didn't know she was an android that was
partly organic, and striving hard to make herself as human as possible.
Well, he was about to give her a new humanoid experience.

	He smiled and grabbed his bag he had been carrying. He pulled out
a small silver flask. She looked at it curiously.
	"What's that?"
	He smiled. "Oh just a little something I take everywhere I go for
situations like these. It helps calm you down so we don't let our morale
drop." He opened it and took a drink. "Ahhh, straight whiskey. With all
those exotic drinks out there to make and try, I haven't had a plain shot
of this stuff in a while. Want some?"
	At first she didn't know what to do, but then her inner longing to be
accepted moved her to jerk it out of his hand and down a large amount.
She sat there for a moment, as if in a trance. Then she looked down at it
and handed it back.
	"Well?" He asked, amused.
	"I don’t know what to think. My instincts tell me it was not good
but then you really liked it so maybe my tastebuds are not functioning
properly." She felt as though she was on the verge of remembering
something about herself, something very important. But it did not
surface.
	He chuckled at the oddity of the statement, inwardly puzzled at
what she meant. "Well, it may be a while before you can get to a sickbay to
get them 'tuned up!'" She looked at him with a weird, almost cold
expression, then took another drink.

	Mull was confused. Why wasn't Elea back with the parts yet? He
asked Captain Mason. Mason didn't know why either.
	"Mason to Syxx. Is Elea still there?"
	"No, sir, she left two hours ago. Has she not returned?"
	"No. Computer, locate Lt. Elea."
	"Lt. Elea is not on board."
	Alarms went off in Mason's head. "Computer, are there any others
missing?"
	"Civilian Sasha Stroh."