As Gregholt walked into the main hangar, he wondered to himself *Now, why would
the station want to load a holo-program into the flyer's computer, and what
in the world is that cargo? Where is it going?"
He came to stand in front of the Delta Flyer, and stood staring at the flyer,
in wonderment. Every time he saw the flyer, he was amazed at it. Then he saw
Lieutenant McMillian walk into the hangar and over to the Flyer. She stared
at it, and didn't seem to notice Gregholt.
"A fine ship, isn't she." He said.
"She certainly is." Tricia replied after noticing him.
"Tetraburnium alloys sub-structure with parametallic hull plating, retractable Warp nacelles, Iso-magnetic power distribution, impulse thrusters, unimatrix shielding. The list goes on and on doesn't it." Steven said. "Plus the improvements that have been made on the original design, most of the systems have been improved. The Voyager crew had limited resources and it's amazing that they managed to built such a vessel."
"Actually they built two Flyers, the first was destroyed by the Borg." Tricia replied, smirking at Gregholt. "Why are you here ?"
"Captain Evans requested that I assist with the transfer of the cargo from the station. Plus I've set-up an optronic link between the station and the Flyer." Steven replied. "They're wanting to transfer some holo-program directly into the computer system. Any ideas what that is or where the equipment is going ?"
"We're taking it to Valaria." Tricia replied.
"Valaria, Why go back there ?" Steven asked, while thinking.
"I don't know." Tricia said "All I know is that we've been asked to transfer and install the equipment when we arrive."
"So who's assigned to the away team ?" Steven enquired.
"Myself so far, the Captain's not told me who's joining the away team." Tricia replied.
"If you'll excuse me Lieutenant, I think I need to see the Captain." Gregholt replied.
"What about the cargo and the computer transfer ?" Tricia asked.
"The links already in place, they don't want to do the transfer until tomorrow. All the cargo's arrived, we just have to load it onto the Flyer." Gregholt replied.
"I'm going to check over the Flyer and take her for a quick spin." Tricia replied.
"If you can give me an hour, I'd like to come along if that's OK." Steven requested.
"Sure, it will probably take about an hour to check all the systems out. I guess I'll see you in an hour." Tricia replied.
Steven hurried out of the hangar bay.
*Valaria. Then I might have a chance to get revenge on that scumbag Hillstead after all.* he thought as he entered the turbo lift
Steven thought back to the explosion that had killed his parents, and where he had lost his fingers. He remembered it clearly. They had been at dinner, and that low-life Addison Hillstead had come running by, and yelled at the family about a poker match that Steven had won against him. When Steven's whole family had ignored Hillstead, he had thrown an old-fashioned hand grenade into the dining room through the window.
The blast killed Gregholt's parents, and taken two of Steven's fingers off. The trial against Hillstead did nothing. Addison paid false witnesses to prove his alibi. In the end, Hillstead got away free, and became a doctor. The last Steven had heard of him, he had gone to Valaria to live.
Gregholt's thoughts were interrupted as the turbo lift doors opened. Steven walked quickly down the corridor to Captain Evans's quarters.
"Come in." The sound of Evans's voice came from the room.
"Gregholt, what do you need." Captain Evans said as Steven walked in.
"I heard that you needed an away team to go to Valaria," Steven said, "And so I thought that it might need an engineer to install the program and cargo."
"So you are volunteering." Evans replied.
"Yes." Gregholt said.
"Sure, you are now part of the away team." Evans smiled.
"Thank you, sir." Steven said as he walked out of the room.:
*Time to get a drink before that
test run of the Delta Flyer.* He thought as he headed toward the mess hall.