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. M y 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 saw a strange man with civilian clothes 
pointing a phaser at them.  The officer reached for her phaser, still holding 
her head, but the man quickly leaped forward, grabbing Sasha.  He pointed the 
phaser at Sasha's head, forcing the young officer 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.

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Stardate 52065.0

     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 lying, 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 
in the area of the black mark was gone.
     He noticed then that 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."
     He caught himself thinking for a brief moment about how cool it was to be
kidnapped on an alien ship next to a beauty who had amnesia.  He yelled at 
himself for it.  This was serious and she was in trouble, they both were.
     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.  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 had gone out.  Now only the emergency ones were on.  Sasha couldn't find
anything that did anything.
     He went back and told the woman.  She still seemed very disoriented and 
couldn't remember anything, including her Starfleet training, so there they 
were, stuck.
     At first, he tried to behave like he thought an officer would, "So, why do
you think the stranger wanted you?  Have you ever met him before?"
     "I don't remember, but I do not think so."
     "Well, did you have information he wanted?  Like, were you carrying all 
the ships codes?  Could type them out in record speed?  Could you be 
brainwashed to do his bidding?  On top of all that were you expendable?"
     He chuckled at his cleverness.  He didn't know she was a cyberdroid, and 
that the burn on her forehead was caused by a short in her memory chips, making
her unable to access certain simple memories like who or what she was.  All 
this from hitting her head on a conduit.  The wire had been mostly severed 
then, but completely when she passed out in the alien craft.
     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 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 Lieutenant Elea."
     "Lieutenant Elea is not on board."
     Alarms went off in Mason's head, "Computer, are there any others missing?"
     "Civilian Sasha Stroh."