Captain Jon Phanan

The Marine rubbed his head. He looked up at the Captain saying, "I am Marine Captain Jon Marcus Phanan. Registry number 011883. Leader of the 9th Squad onboard the *USS Utopia*. What in the hell happened ?"

"You were beamed aboard the Leviathan. Your ship, the *Utopia* apparently became stranded in the Beta Quadrant. We are still trying to figure out exactly how you got out here. Perhaps you would be able to tell us." Devore was obviously out looking for answers."

"I'm not exactly sure, sir. When I was originally briefed on the purpose of the *Utopia* it was supposed to be a troop carrying vessel that was quick enough to deploy troops anywhere in the Alpha Quadrant in a matter of a few hours."

"A few hours ? How is that possible ?"

"Supposedly from a type of new warp drive. I'm not exactly sure, sir. I'm not an engineer." Jon sat up on the bed, and then tried standing up.

"Easy there Captain. I don't want you falling to the floor." The EMH put his hands on Jon's shoulders, forcing him to sit down again.

"Please Doctor. I'll be fine." He moved the EMH away and stood up. Stretching his legs, Jon began to slowly walk around the biobed.

*A new type of warp core ? Very intriguing. But, if the *Utopia* is out here, why would there be another *Utopia* in R & D......* Captain Devore saw where this is going. "Doctor, is Captain Phanan physically fit to move into his own quarters ?"

The EMH looked at Devore. "I would like to keep him here for observation."

"Observation ? You can observe me making my way to the door. I'm fine Doc." Jon said, walking better now, as started to make his way towards the Sickbay door.

"Captain !" Devore yelled out.

Jon stopped, and about-faced. "Yes sir ?"

"Stay here for a little while and have the Doctor check you out. I will send someone to give you a tour of the ship, and assign you some quarters."

"Yes sir." Jon, looking a little disgusted having to sit and be probed by the EMH, went back over to the biobed and took a seat.

"Well, look who's back." Said the EMH, with a little smile of satisfaction.

Devore, followed by Sierra, left Sickbay. "So, what do you think of him ?" He asked.

"I think that he thinks he's macho or something. I think that he might also later show signs of remorse or depression once he finds out what happened to the rest of the crew."

Devore nodded. Making their way down the hall, he continued over his theory in his head about the *Utopia*.

*Starfleet R & D, probably with the help of Section 31, develop a new warp core that would be installed in vessels, so that they can transfer troops to trouble spots in hurries. However, there is a problem with the core and the prototype vessel gets stranded in the Beta Quadrant. To cover the loss of this ship, they get rid of the files from the original *Utopia*, and start building a new ship with the same name and class. That and they don't even bother to contact the family of the dead crew members.* He would have to talk to Lieutenant Rashad about this.

Time passed in Sickbay. Jon sat their, having the EMH perform every thinkable test that could be run on a person. *A waste of time* Jon thought. Finally, the first of non-holographic life entered.

"Hello Captain. I am Lieutenant Toran, Chief of Security. Captain Devore has assigned me to show you to your quarters."

Jon nodded and stood up. "Are you done Doctor ?" He asked.

"I suppose so." the EMH replied.

"Lead the way Lieutenant." Jon said.

Toran nodded and the two men headed out of Sickbay.

After winding down the corridors, Lieutenant Toran giving Jon some information on the ship, and location of some vital areas, they arrived at Jon's Quarters on Deck eight.

"Computer, open quarters numbered 80101. Authorization Toran Beta Charlie."

The doors opened revealing a somewhat spacious quarters. The standard of all Starfleet rooms. "I hope you find the accommodations to your liking."

Jon stepped into the room. He looked around, then walked back out. "It's too big."

"Too big ?" Toran asked.

"Where do the enlisted crew members sleep ?"

"On decks 16-22 in bunk style beds." Toran answered.

Jon's eyes widened somewhat. "How many bunks to a room ?"

"Four."

"What about senior petty officer's quarters ?"

"Two. But why would you want..."

"Are there any open senior petty officer's quarters ?"

"Yes, but..."

"I'd like one of those please."

Toran had a questioning look on his face. "...All right. deck eighteen it is, I guess."

The two then made their way to deck eighteen.

Arriving on deck eighteen, the faint hum of the warp core could be heard. Toran opened the doors revealing two bunks built into a wall, a small desk against the opposite wall and a row of lockers against the back wall. Jon smiled. "Perfect."

"I'm... glad you like it." Toran was slightly confused. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call." Toran turned, and made his way out of the room.

Jon made a 360 degree turn, taking in the sights of the room. This would fulfill his needs perfectly. He had made himself a new home onboard the Leviathan. Taking his small duffel that was beamed aboard with him, he unzipped it. He took out his six other duty uniforms and hung them in his locker, along with his full dress uniform. He then took out his marksmanship award, and activated the magnetic plate. Then, he hung it on the wall. Finally, he reached in, and pulled out a picture of his parents and himself when he was a boy, and placed that on his desk. Now, things were beginning to look right.