Big Trouble, Small Package
Episode Name: Big trouble, small package.
Written By: Lace
Cast: Gerok, Ghorev, Gulliver, Haven, Idrani, Lace, Laura,
Millain and Vor'mak.
Produced By: Starfleet
Directed By: Lace
Aired On: Fri Apr 19 15:05:05 2002
Stardate: 52277.8
Time: Fri Apr 19 11:01:32 2002
Stardate: 52277.5
Ghorev stands at the center console, while sipping at a mug of something
spiced and steaming. He pores over some data on the master situation display as
one or two junior engineers go about their business near the arch to the core.
The turbolift doors open and in strolls Laura, a young Human child of
approximately 7 years of age. Wide blue eyes take in the wonder of Engineering,
while a starfleet issue tricorder whirs quietly, clasped tightly in tiny hands.
Long blond hair is tossed nonchelantly over her back. The child is dressed in
faded jeans and a pull-over shirt, with the words "Daddy's Girl" in
large pink letters across the front. Quietly she tiptoes to the nearest console,
her new 'toy' eliciting a faint beep.
Ghorev looks up at the sounds. "Wh---" He immediately contains his
surprise. "Little girl, who are you?"
Laura jumps at the voice, whirling around to find the source. Her eyes go
wider, little mouth forming a small 'O'. "Um..um..Laura?" She turns
the whirring tricorder towards Ghorev, curious eyes glancing at the screen.
"You're blue."
Ghorev says "Yes, in fact, I am." He comes forward with a polite
smile, slowly, so as not to alarm. "I'm from Andoria. My people are blue,
you see." Without pausing, as if it's an entirely natural part of the
conversation, he then adds: "Did someone bring you down here? Or are you
lost?" After all, this *is* a classified area, and she couldn't have gotten
down here on her own. "Are you someone's little girl?"
Laura starts to backpedal a bit toward the safety of the turbolift. "I'm
Daddy's little girl," she answers solidly, as if that were all the
explanation in the world. "Not lost," she says with a shake of her
head. "Exploring." She takes another step backward toward the 'lift,
darting a fearful look about her, her 'toy' gripped tightly and held to her
chest now.
Ghorev nods, understandingly, "And who is your daddy?" He
straightens up, not following at first, just standing by the center console,
keeping track of a few things out of the corner of his eye, tapping a few
things.
Laura holds her ground, since the big blue guy isn't advancing anymore.
"Daddy's a did..dip..dip-lo-mat", the child says proudly, carefully
enunciating the word to get it right. She sidesteps a bit toward another
console, having spyed something bright and shiny laying on its surface. "Oooh!
Whats that? Can I have it?"
Ghorev says "Ah, a diplomat ... and no, little one, you can't." He
moves on an intercept. "Would you like a tour of the station,
however?"
Laura looks downhearted for a moment, the pretty shiney thing out of her
reach now. It's only temporary though, as she brightens visibly at the mention
of a tour. "Really?!" Happily she bounces on her feet. "Will you
show me? Pweese?"
Ghorev says "Of course, this way." He calls out without turning
around, "Cadet Tymek, hail Lt. Greyfalke and summon him down. He's now
Engineering Officer of the Watch. I'm escorting Miss Laura on a tour."
Laura flashes Ghorev a brilliant smile, bouncing happily on her toes.
"Goody!" Tricorder out once again, she bounces happily along with him.
"Will I get to see neat stuff?" The tricorder is waved in the air.
"I'm exp..exp..expewimenting."
Ghorev leads her into the turbolift. "Experimenting with what?"
Laura follows along, holding the tricorder close to her. "This. It makes
all kinds of funny noises when I point it at stuff."
Ghorev touches the pad beside the turbolift door.
Ghorev summons the turbolift.
The turbolift doors slide open with a hiss.
Ghorev boards the turbolift as the double doors slide open.
Ghorev has left.
Laura boards the turbolift as the double doors slide open.
Laura has left.
The doors slide closed.
Ghorev explains to the little girl who is holding a tricorder. "It's a
tricorder. It can read objects, and energy fields, and tell you things about
them." But that *is* odd. Little children shouldn't have been on
Engineering deck.
Laura barely controls her bouncing, looking up to Ghorev with big blue eyes.
"Is that why it was making different noises?" As if on cue, the
tricorder is out once again and the little blond child starts pointing it in
different directions. "Whats an energy field?"
The doors slide open at Level 3.
Gerok steps onto the turbolift at Deck 3.
Gerok has arrived.
Ghorev explains to the little girl. "Yes, it makes noises because it
takes different readings depending on where it's pointed. An energy field ...
well, you know how a starship moves through space, right?"
The doors slide closed.
Gerok nods to the assembled officers as he enters.
Gerok says "deck 1"
The computer confirms entry with a chime and the turbolift starts to move
toward Level 1.
The doors slide open at Level 1.
Gerok steps out of the turbolift.
Gerok has left.
The doors slide closed.
Hsven blinks at the two in surprise then nods to Gerok, "Sirs" she
says.
Laura steps back as other person enters the lift, the tricorder immediately
pointed at the Vulcan. Then its leveled on Haven, and then on a panel nearby.
Wide eyes watch the readouts as they change. She peeks up at Ghorev. "No.
It flies doesn't it?" Simple enough for her, anyway. The child turns to
peer back up at Haven and bounces again. "I'm on tour!" Bounce bounce.
The doors slide open at Level 18.
Idrani steps onto the turbolift at Deck 18.
Idrani has arrived.
The doors slide closed.
Idrani walks into the turbolift.
Haven's grin appear suddenly and she drops to kneel beside the child.
"Hello, my name is Haven and as I'm sure your tricorder told you, I'm
Bajoran. What's your name?" As she awaits the child's answer, her gaze
moves up to look at Ghorev in question.
Idrani nods to the two officers as she enters. "Sir. Ensign." The
young Andorian appears a little preoccupied. She does, however notice the young
human. "Hello there." Her voice is soft, with a thick accent.
Ghorev says "Well, Laura, things are getting a bit crowded here. Let's
continue our tour outside the turbolift." A pause. "Jaylas Idrani,
this child says her father is a diplomat. Could you please make sure he's
advised that Laura is on a tour of the station?"
Idrani begins pushing buttons on her PADD. "Yes, sir." To the girl,
"Your father's name, /shla/?"
Laura smiles widely at Haven, barely containing excitement. "I'm
Laura!" she answers her cheerfully. Whirling as the lift doors open again,
she gasps slightly. "Another blue person! And..Andorian," she squeeks
out, then nods emphatically to Ghorev's words. "Where did the man with the
pointy ears go?" That question is aimed at Ghorev, and then a second later
she answers Idrani. "Daddy."
Idrani's gaze drifts to Ghorev, then she checks on her PADD to see if a young
girl has been reported missing. "Is your mother on the station?" she
asks, as she pushes buttons.
And with that, Haven's been dismissed. She rises and can't help but grin.
"Children, from one thing of interest to another they bounce. Have fun
Akeen. Level 18, please." SHe glances to the child, "I have sprints to
run." She winks" The only time I'm allowed to run indoors.. other then
the holodeck that is."
Ghorev says "Yess, that sounds like a good idea. We'll start with
there."
Ghorev says "Mall"
The doors slide open at Level 18.
Ghorev steps out of the turbolift.
Ghorev has left.
The doors slide closed.
Haven says "mall"
The doors slide open at Level 18.
Haven steps out of the turbolift.
Haven has left.
Idrani watches people file out, snowy brows arched slightly. "Have
fun." she says.
Laura shakes her head at Idrani, the child's cheery smile dissipating.
"Mommy doesn't live with us no more." She frowns slightly when her
tour guide exits, followed by the others, and then follows herself.
The doors slide closed.
Idrani says "mall"
The doors slide open at Level 18.
Laura says "mall"
Laura steps out of the turbolift.
Laura has left.
The turbolift doors slide closed.
Laura follows reluctantly out of the turbolift. "Will I get to see the
bridge?" The question is aimed at Ghorev as she bounces along, avidly
peeking at all of the different faces.
Ghorev leads Laura along. "This is our Mall level, where merchants do
business, and where our officers and crew relax. See how we make it big and
open, so people can walk around and talk?"
Ghorev says "As for the Operations Center -- the bridge, if you like,
but we don't use that word on a station -- I'll have to ask the Commanding
Officer. He's my boss."
The turbolift doors slide open with a hiss.
Gulliver steps out of the turbolift.
Gulliver has arrived.
Haven gets caught somewhere between amusement at the situation and irritation
at Akeen for his attitude. She shakes her head a bit and steps away from the
pair to begin a bit of stretching before her run. "Have fun, Laura."
The turbolift doors slide closed.
"oh, can I, can I?" Laura bounces as she chants, grinning widely.
"Does it have a big chair in the middle like ships do?" Bounce. "Oh..bye..Haven!"
The child waves frantically at Haven, bouncing some more. "I run too. I run
fast," she adds and skips along.
Ghorev takes big strides to catch up with the little girl. "Yes, it
does. Come on and I'll show you some sights here on this level."
Ghorev heads counter-clockwise along the corridor in the direction of section
five, disappearing from view among the foliage as the corridor curves to the
left.
Ghorev has left.
Laura heads counter-clockwise along the corridor in the direction of section
five, disappearing from view among the foliage as the corridor curves to the
left.
Laura has left.
Gulliver comes into view among the corridor's foliage, arriving from the
clockwise direction of section one.
Gulliver has arrived.
Laura skips along, dodging out of the way of this person and nearly tripping
another one. With the typical exuberance of a child, she manages to stop
unexpectly at a plant, pointing the tricorder at it to scan, and then skips
sideways to another near the infirmary, barely avoiding a collision with a tall
male civilian.
Ghorev points to the infirmary. "Laura, this is our infirmary. Our
doctors' office. Ensign Haven, for example, works here as one of our medical
officers, when she's not sprinting."
Laura bounces some more, looking at the door. "I don't like doctors. But
I want to see. Can I?" She bounces some more and then skips into the
infirmary.
Laura heads into the infirmary, the transparent aluminum doors sliding open
at her approach.
Laura has left.
Ghorev arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum
doors sliding silently closed behind him.
Ghorev has arrived.
Ghorev follows the little girl in. "Just remember that there are sick
people in here, Laura, so you have to behave and keep your voice down. I'm sure
the doctors will show you things, but .... remember that people need to get
well, okay?"
Laura nods her head and skips over to the area where the nearest empty biobed
is. "I'll be careful," she whispers, tricorder out and scanning.
Within the area she's currently exploring, an array of medical tools are
arranged neatly on a counter surface. The tricorder whirs as she waves it over
them, and then with typical childish curiosity, she picks one up for careful
examination.
Ghorev says "Just be .... very careful," quietly, to the girl.
"Anything you break, I have to fix."
Ghorev keeps a wary eye on the girl as she appears to be distracted by the
medical gear, and takes a step back to tap his combadge. "Ghorev to
Engineering."
Laura nods her head, as she exchanges one tool for another. The last one she
picks up, a long, tapered object, hums to life as her thumb accidentaly
activates it. The child almost drops it in surprise, but recovers her self with
a soft squeal of excitement. "Ooh! What does this do?" She points the
object at the counter, casting a red beam of light over the counter, followed by
a soft "ooh."
Ghorev motions to one of the nurses to keep an eye on the child for just one
moment, while waiting for engineering to respond.
Ghorev, upon getting back "Enginering here," begins speaking very
low and quietly now, almost a whisper, so as not to alarm anyone, "I want a
security diagnostic on our turbolift. I want to know how a little civilian girl
got down to main enginereing unchallenged. And I want to know *yesterday*."
A nurse sweeps in to carefully retrieve the medical tool from Laura's hands
before either it or the counter can be damaged. "Don't touch!" the
woman scolds. Pouting, Laura stamps her foot and moves away from the neat toys,
unable to add to her collection. "Can I see Op..Operations?"
Ghorev breaks the connection on his combadge. "I'll have to ask, Laura.
Where is your Daddy? He'll ned to tell the Commander it's okay."
Laura tips her head to the side. "Daddy's in our quarters. I
think." She starts to bounce again. "He'll say it's okay." The
child almost starts to pout for a moment. "Daddy says I just get in the way
when I'm with him."
Ghorev says "I see. Do you remember what room he's in? I can send
someone to go ask him right now, so we can make this quicker."
Laura nods her head. "1506," she answers cheerfully, beaming.
"He'll say it's okay."
Ghorev nods. "I'll make sure."
Ghorev taps his comm badge, "Lieutenant Ghorev to Ensign Idrani."
Over Ghorev's comm badge a voice answers, "Ensign Idrani here."
Into his comm badge, Ghorev says, "Jaylas Idrani, Miss Laura tells me
that she and her father are assigned to Suite 1506. Since he is apparently a
diplomat repreenting someone, perhaps you can get more detail now, and ask him
if he minds us giving his daughter a tour of the station? SHe's eager to see
Operations, but I would need Command staff's permission."
From Ghorev's comm badge, Idrani says, "Yes sir. I sent a message to Mr.
Gasperela, regarding the situation. I have not gotten a reply from him. However,
I will see what else I can do."
Ghorev says what he says next rather loudly, so that Laura can hear:
Into his comm badge, Ghorev says, "Thank you, Jaylas Idrani. Can you
check with Commander Balin or Lt. Commander Gerok as to whether I can get
permission to take Miss Laura to Operations on a careful tour? I'll be treating
her to a snack down here while we wait word."
From Ghorev's comm badge, Idrani says, "Yes, sir. Idrani out."
Ghorev's comm badge ends its transmission.
Laura bounces some more after the communication ends, moving back toward the
door. "Oh, a snack? Can we go to that big place near where the 'lift
is?"
Ghorev says "Well, Laura," and he offers the little girl his hand,
"they mostly only offer drinks. Are there sweet drinks that little human
girls like? I don't know very many."
Laura tucks the tricorder against her chest with one hand, and slips her tiny
and into Ghorev's. She starts skipping lightly toward the doors, nodding her
head with enthusiasm. "Milkshakes. And rootbeer floats. And soda.."
she rattles off a list at high speed and practially drags Ghorev out of the
infirmary.
Ghorev heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.
Ghorev has left.
Laura heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.
Laura has left.
Ghorev is being led by the hand by a little human girl. "And which of
these do you like best?"
Idrani walks along the corridor, heading toward the infirmary. She pauses,
seeing Ghorev and the human child emerge. "Excuse me, sir?"
Millain's attention is drawn to the passage of the Klingon a moment, then
returns to Gulliver. "Ah, yes that would seem a logical place to keep such
things." Her hand waves to the Klingon, "You know, he appears
armed?" She states with some level of distress entering her tone.
Vor'mak gives Millain a sideways glance after hearing himself become a part
of her conversation and his scowl visibly becomes darker. "Harumph! Another
Romulan. I wondered why the stink around here got worse!"
Gulliver notes the Klingon's passage. "It's part of his job," she
shrugs, and adds, "That's the infirmary over there." She then shows
the Romulan one of the black panels along the wall. "All you need to do is
address the computer, and it'll find you places and things."
Laura skips lightly out of the infirmary, her hand firmly in Ghorev's, the
other hand fiercly gripping a tricorder. The child's eyes light up as she looks
about, but then she comes to a sudden stop, eyes wide. Out comes the tricorder
and she scans. "Oooh. A Kli..Kli.." She glances up to Ghorev and shows
him the reading on the tricorder. "He won't eat me will he?"
Ghorev says "I don't think so, Laura." He escorts the little child
along. "Klingons have children too, after all, and I'm sure that they are
just as proud of them as your daddy is of you."
A simple nod of acceptance is made by the Romulan woman to Gulliver,
"Oh, excellent, we are allowed personal arms. I shall send for one on the
next courier." Her attention then turns to the Klingon at his comment,
"Yes, unfortunately Klingon, the Federation has become aware that you are
an inefficient ally, able to defeat the Dominion aggressors, so they are
reevaluating their options to align with a strong race."
Idrani steps over to Ghorev, "Excuse me, sir. I've spoken with Lt.
Commander Gerok as well as Mr. Gasperela. Both give their consent to your
request."
Vor'mak tosses his head back and lets loose a bellowing laugh. "Pah!
Strong race?" Snorting in obvious contempt, he says with a leer, "I
have had easier times killing your warriors than sparring with a human woman
here. Strong race. Hah!"
Gulliver looks between the Romulan and Klingon. "All right, both of you,
this is not how we behave on this station," and she looks to Millain.
"And you, don't put words in my mouth, there's plenty there already./"
Laura stops again, mouth open in surprise, and stares at the Klingon and
Romulan exchanging words. Pulling her hand free from Ghorev's, she props it on
her waist, turning to glare at Vor'mak first. With a little stomp of her foot,
she takes on a rather officious air for a 7 year old. "That wasn't very
nice!"
Millain waves her hand in a dismissive fashion, offering a final jab to the
Klingon warrior, "Very well, a race wise enough not to blow up their own
homeworld." Her focus going back to the Federation woman who seems to have
been wedged in the middle of the century old animosity.
Idrani takes a breath. "/Shla/, your father was quite relieved that you
are safe. Perhaps you should go along with Lt. Ghorev now." She looks back
at the verbal sparring between the Klingon and Romulan. "Are you both
finished?" she asks.
Gulliver says "As for the weapons policy, you can also ask the computer
for that in detail. I know there's been trouble between your respective peoples,
but we expect there'll be no provocative language in public spaces, understand?
""
Turning his attention away from the odious Romulan woman, Vor'mak glances at
the little girl and crouches down with a smirk. "MuHIv! And just what do
you plan on doing, little one?"
Ghorev comes forward, to stand behind the little girl. He does not move to
yank her away from Vor'mak, since the Klingon looks to be somewhat amused by the
child's boldness, a reasonably good sign.
Laura stamps her foot again. "Daddy says it's bad to hit people or talk
bad about them." She peeks up at Ghorev breifly, then gives Vor'mak a
steady stare. "You won't eat me will you?"
Idrani falls silent, but keeps in close enough proximity to intervene, if
necessary.
Millain raises and clasps her hands together before her. "I see,
well.." Her attention though is cut to Idrani without further concern over
the Klingon. "Attache Idrani, excellent timing. I was just seeking a few
things, the Lieutenant was just telling me a few, but it is more likely such
through go through you, yes?"
Gulliver quirks a smile at the little girl and the Klingon, and looks a bit
relieved to see the Andorian arrive.
Idrani looks over and nods at the Romulan woman. "Lady Millain, yes. I
would be pleased to do what I can to assist."
Vor'mak chuckles at the little girl and tells her, "I might, machjup,
but your flesh is too soft."
Gulliver nods. "Let us know." She smirks to Idrani, indicating the
little girl. "Better watch out forya job."
Idrani quirks a small smile. "Aye, sir."
Blue eyes widen even more, and Laura starts to back up a step, bumping into
Ghorev. "I knew it! A Klingon told my daddy once that he would eat him for
lunch!" Tiny chin juts out stubbornly. "I wouldn't let you eat me
though."
"If you will excuse us, Lieutenant." Millain states politely as she
gives a bit more focus to the diplomat. "Yes, Attache', I am seeking one of
the Medical Hologram programs, as well as perhaps a lesson in the usage of your
accessible computers."
Gulliver nods, and steps aside.
Vor'mak barks a short laugh in amusement and asks the girl, "Just how do
you plan on stopping me, machjup?"
Ghorev places a reassuring hand on Laura's shoulder.
Idrani tucks a lock of snowy hair behind an ear. "Lt. Rivers informed me
of your request and I did investigate the matter. However, access to the EMH
program is quite restricted. However, if you are concerned about your physicians
having the updated biological information on the different Federation species, I
am certain we can update your databanks."
The rest of the crowd is ignored by the child now, as all of her attention is
focused on the Klingon in front of her. "I'll...I'll.." Ghorev's
reassuring hand stems whatever she might have said, and apprehension turns to
curiosity. Laura pokes out an inquisitive finger, stepping forward a bit to jab
the Klingon's head ridges. "How come your head is wrinkled?"
Millain says "A restricted trauma control device, an odd thing to
restrict access to. Very well, I will tally a list of races of which we require
medical data." Millain states before pressing on, "Now, that leads us
to the lesson on your computer system and weapons access.""
Idrani doesn't argue the point about restricting the program, she just moves
on. "We can likely go through the training office to get you set up on
basic use of Federation computers. As for weapons access, were you looking to
carry personal small arms?"
Vor'mak proudly lifts his head and says, "It is the crest of a warrior!
It shows my lineage to my father and his father before him. It is my mark, and I
bear it proudly."
Laura says "You mean like palm reading does for humans?" Some
outlandish ideas this child has. Curiosity is finally overcome somewhat, as
Idrani's earlier words finally sink home. "Oh! Oh! I get to see
Operations." Bounce. Bounce. "Can I sit in the big chair?""
Vor'mak stands up while giving the girl a combination of an annoyed and
disbelieving glare. "No."
Millain nods her head lightly, "Perhaps, I am unsure if such will be
required.. Something likely only to be used incase the station is boarded by
hostiles. So, shall we go to this training area?"
Idrani checks something on her PADD. "Let me contact the training
officer and let her take care of the arrangements. Personal small arms are
allowed by the allied military officers. I presume that, since you have
obviously completed your Serona, your military rank crosses over into your
diplomatic corps?"
Millain nods her head a bit at that, "Yes, very true, Attache', and
thank you for arranging things."
Idrani nods. "I will contact you as soon as the classes are arranged. If
you will excuse me, Lady Millain?"
Vor'mak snorts and continues along the station.
Vor'mak heads counter-clockwise along the corridor in the direction of
section four, disappearing from view among the foliage as the corridor curves to
the left.
Vor'mak has left.
Millain nods her head to let the woman get back to her duties, "Of
course, Attache', pleasant day to you."
Ghorev tugs lightly on Laura's shoulder. "Come now, we'll get you that
root beer float, then head up to Operations."
Gulliver nods and looks over to Millain. "Till then, just talk to the
computer, and it'll tell you what it can do for you. As for the weapons permit,
it'll probably cross my desk, and I'll expedite."
Idrani nods politely to those here and continues down the corridor.
Idrani heads clockwise along the corridor in the direction of section one,
disappearing from view among the foliage as the corridor curves to the right.
Idrani has left.
Laura looks up at Ghorev and flashes a huge smile, followed by an
enthusiastic nod. The rest of the crowd is forgotten as she slips her hand back
into Ghorev's and starts skipping toward the 'lift again.

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