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 to 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 were totally experimental
and not yet perfected.  Though they're near indestructible they cannot be 
exposed to plasma.  
     Though he was wondering what this new Captain was going to be like.  He 
was hoping to be promoted to Chief of Security now that he had received a 
battlefield promotion on his old ship.  It was never official since the ship 
was destroyed, and the rest of the commissioned crew were lost. 
     Beeg neared the Equinox and hailed the ship.  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 there was 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'leth that belonged to Kang
back when the Klingons were battling the Federation.  He had a human antique 
that he treasured very much because it belonged to the human hero Rob Roy, a 
leader of a clan based society in the humans' middle ages.  He took the sword 
and bat'leth, 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 0700 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'leth 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.