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[Outpost  Solare - Promenade]

Jamil had finished placing his belongings in the crew quarters, which were a bit bigger than the crew quarters on the Challenger. This was not a science station nor a Science Vessel.  Why could Starfleet place him on a Science or a Medical vessel?

However, they were way out in the space boon area, near the Romulan Neutral Zone, where they were assisting the refugees of Romulans. The New Jericho Colonies were down on Ciden IV. He was hoping that he would be able to make many trips to science excavation. That was crying for him to go to explore.

The Ensign moved down to the Promenade when he saw a Romulan setting an eating establishment. Jamil moved over to assist. "œAllow me to assist. You own this establishment?" He said, lifting a crate for the new owner of unknown-name restaurant.

"œYes," the owner said.

"œI am looking forward to seeing what you are going to serve. You see, I love to cook and prepare dishes. I wonder if we can share recipes?" Jamil asked. His eyebrow arched.

"œDepends how well we get together, but I won't decline all the help you can assist," the owner said.

Way off in Space.

Don was sad he had missed a call with his wife. However, he had contacted one of the crew on Solaere Outpost and asked if they could rearrange a red flower on Torra's door. They said they do it. Don had no notes, so I figured it would be fun. He smiled to himself on that gesture. Long-distance relationships were a pain, but he hoped his son would arrive there soon.

Log date...unsure, don't care.

It's not a Science vessel. Good grief, Starfleet. If I were security, it would be a Science vessel you put me on.

Hmm. I guess I go to the mess hall and 'Science' into the kitchen and cook some veggie soup. Cooking is a science and an art. And I can make some exciting drinks. Again, science and art.

Happy. Jamil won't be happy cause it's not a full-fledged science vessel. LOL

"œAye, aye, Commander will do," Jamil said. The Scientist blinked his eyes on hearing Commander Nira asking for sensors for air for them to breathe. This was new. He felt he came out of nowhere, like he was on autopilot doing things, and here he was in Mjolnir, which he figured. Where are they anyway? Oh. Shit!

Probe. What Probe? Why was he not remembering things? He had this happen to him a long time. He might consider having this mental thing checked later.

"œI believe you are all stuck in those spacesuits. It's just enough to pass but not enough not to pass. Suggest suit up," he reported.

[USS Challenger - Bridge >>> Turbolift>>>Shuttlebay]

Jamil was watching things from afar at the science station. Eyes on what was going on. He was not planning to take over the operations station as they were scanning and keeping their eyes on the party. Though, he had studied the bio signs of the party. You can say he was playing guardian angel.

Scans were showing small life signs on the Romulan wreck where the party was. Jamil leaped from the energy levels skyrocketing on the Romulan wreckage ship, where the away team was. However, he had said nothing, that was the operations job. However, he was paying attention the environment around them.

Folks were getting escorted by using Guppy and transporting folks. The chromo timer of the situation was getting close.

Jamil had failed to hear his name, and then someone next to him coughed, he looked at the person next to him which he looked at the Commander Randal. The one who saved him whispered what the Commander said.

"œAye Aye. To shuttle bay. Be brilliant, Commander Aye aye," he said as he got up from his seat. He whispered to the other fellow Challenger crew member. "œI owe you one."

The turbolift opened, he stepped in, then he told computer to shuttlebay. "œSure beats the air lock!" That was humor to lighten up the heavy stress in the air. He was unsure what brilliant scheme the Commander was expected of him. He fake it. Yeah. Be brilliant and fake it. That was one of the tricks of a trade for bargain. Fake it. Overdo it. Fool them. Never take your eyes off the prize.

As the turbolift opened, he went to the shuttle bay. Hold on. What was he supposed to be doing? Be brilliant. Fake it. Just do it. They are taking Resnick. Who came up with the names of these shuttles? Was there one name Einstein? Or Zuckyburgermongerwhathisface?

"œOkay, Okay, I am heading in," he said. "œI know science color. I am able person. I can assist anyway there is be done," he told the flight officer. Should I say I am brilliant, and they are not? Take full credit. Hmm.

[Bridge - USS Revenant]

Small ship. Two Science Officers had the department. That was fine. More for them to do research. He was listening to what was to be said by the captain of this tiny little vessel of theirs. Most commands are female. He blushed and smiled. That was too sweet. To bad the ship was not named Charlie. It is Charlie's Angels. Yes. He was into Earth's history and entertainment culture.

Captain was Nira a human, we got a Trill Doctor, do those spots really go all the way down to their toes? He knows they do. But he really wanted to see with his own eyes. The Holo project characters are not true by nature. There was Dersch the Security officer. Most folk he had are new to him. M'Nia a Caitian, darn, he wished he brought some catnip. Kinley aka a Science Officer no more by part of command, sheesh her cute smile can defeat him any day. Something was too good to be true for someone like her. But damn, she was hot. The Bajoran with a chip on her shoulder who was in Ops.

Revenant crew was more female than any, which is fine with him. More power to them. Might be good or bad, depends on who they run into. This was going to be interesting. There was going to be rubbing each other elbows.

The man smiled and nodded his head. Part of him was wondering where they were going. What is their mission? But there is some shadow secret to this mission. Or not. His imagination like to play with these ideas.

Then he looked at the head fellow next to him.  "œSo, the two of us? Awesome," he said.

Oh, the six-foot Grazerite he had his eyes on her. The first time he met one and worked alongside her. What was she like? Okay. He liked women.

[USS Challenger - Bridge]

Sadly, as a Science, Jamil can watch out for anything that would catch a Science interest, which was none for now. He had been working on scanning for anything that could give him hope of finding the riddle of the Doomsday Machine. However, they had a ship that could feed it.

The situation was not good for them. He kept his eyes on anything that would add more heat to their situation. However, he was scanning for any pockets of power disturbance. He was curious and wanted to know more. In a way, he wished he was down there""truthfully, every scientist wants to be on site. The in-person experience was the best. If they got out of this alive, he figured they would by a tiny margin. A Klingon would say it was a good day to die. On the other hand, he was glad he was not a Klingon because the chances of survival might be meager. Either way, he figured they were doomed in many ways.

Being Starfleet might rob him of seeing the Divine Treasure, a high-status finance heaven; every success Ferengi would go how he wished himself. Die today. That is not going to happen. He was surely doomed to the Vault of Eternal Destitution. Oh. No. He was indeed a ruined human raised by Ferengi. He will not be the FIRST human raised by Ferengi who went to Starfleet; he is the first human raised by Ferengi to go to the Vault of Eternal Destitution. Would that be fame? No. But would it be sweet to have fame, become successful, and be pulled from hell to heaven? Wishful thinking.

Wait. He was human. How can he go to The Vault or Treasure when he was not blood Ferengi? He was not a believer in human faith. Could he believe in those space aliens the wormhole calls prophets to save him? Crap. He was not sure how that worked. His theory was everyone was the center of space. There was no natural end or beginning of space. He figured you don't move, but space itself rolls around you. He to figure out how to prove it.

It might never happen...he calculated the survival rate was low. He was never good having we going to live through hell. He was a Scientist, damn it!

"œOh, this is an excellent trade," the human scientist told the person who was making a trade. Sadly, the Scientist had sticky fingers and he slipped a precious stone under his hand, and placed it in a hidden pocket. The rock was pretty. He had to. The ride of thrill taking a precious stone.  He smiled. Nodded. Then walked away. He snickered when he was off. There was a profit from getting a paperback book.

The fact, he was not going to depart from the paperback book. That was a treasure for him. However, the gem was something he could profit by selling somewhere else. Federation does not need credits, which was a big shame. But a trade in the future would be a gain. Yes. It would.

Great. He was off on this other ship, which was NOT a science vessel. The Challenger must have wanted him off. However, rumor was said that Nira was going to be on this Aquarian Yacht. Not sure what Starfleet thought about having a Yacht"¦ was it the armor that was promised? Well, a Yacht was a leisure by Earth. Well. He had an order to be there and depart. How he wanted to stick more on Earth.

The Roster had showed there was two female leaders on the ship. That was rare. They have a pretty command crew. There was another great diversity had viewed too. Oh. He supposed to be at the docking bay in fifteen minutes. Where did the time go?  Oh. Well. The stay was short lived. He had the moment to hail Feringar to say hi to his Godparents. He missed them dearly. He had the chance to see the great trophy display of Ferengi Rom!

[Landing pad]

The fellow showed up. Ooh. Who was the pretty one? "œHey, you a security guard? You stiff as one," he said. He smiled at her. The fellow was sizing her up because he was 5'11. She was human. Long dark hair. Oh she had an earring, the ridge on her nose. Oh. She was a Bajorian. They are neat. They can have an excellent little temper. Very religious, too. "œHi, I am, Jamil,", he smiled to her and his eyes sparkle. Okay. He was not a Wil Riker. Close. Maybe. Or not? He looked for the ship.

"œRevenant"¦did the leave us behind?" he joked.

[Bridge - USS Challenger]

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[Bridge - USS Challenger]

As Lieutenant Randall was occupied tracking the progress of the Doomsday Machine and running simulations to calculate the yield necessary to destroy the massive weapon, Jamil and Tora at Science Two and Science Three were using their time to keep track of the chaotic traffic of ships fleeing the potentially doomed world. The two would argue later who noticed the anomaly first, but for now, that didn't matter. They both had detected and old Lenexa-Class transport in low orbit. It's trajectory was unstable as it labored to break orbit, what was worse was it looked as if the anti-matter flow regulators were failing and the ship's warp core was close to breaching....

[Bridge - USS Challenger]

Anywho Science Two was wear Jamil was seated. There was all kind classes leaving Avolus he had hoped they were able to bring whatever the can to get off the planet. The fear losing your home. The hope. Faith in your lifestyle was taken from you. Your own home. That was sad.

There were anti-matter flow readings on 12.44.55 direct by the side of the Challenger. Where was the trace coming from. "œ"¦at 12.44.55 possible an anti-matter situation but having hard time getting the scanners to penetrate the laviteous semi-lak gas." He bit his lower lip. The laviteous semi-lak gas was not dangerous but it was due of a atmosphere built from the flow of the gases of Avalos. The fellow wished he could penetrate it by himself and get the credit, but it was best to get teamwork."Something is there but can't get a clear readout. Hmm..."

The planet had a toxic in world. Which caused the disturbance of the planet's atomsphere. The data he searched on the Planet Eater had nothing mention of that gas, or any other toxin he was looking for. There had to be something missing. He was determined to find it.

"Oh. Lenexa-Class transport is low orbit...OH! We got a warp core readings that's breaching, sir. That explains the anti-matter leakage,"  he explained.

[USS Challenger | Forward Lounge Ensign area]

Jamil was glad he was not on that away mission. He was a scientist, but he had medicine under his belt. That was why he, an older Ensign, graduated. If there were a third path, he would take Engineering, too. The man loved learning and had a few data pads as he entered the Forward lounge.

The man went to a table near a window where he could see the planet below. Cutty Sark was the shuttle's name. The fellow is a 20th and 21st-century historian on Earth. Cutty Sark had made him think of that stage on earth where Baby Shark was a one-hit-wonder. Cutty Sark was a name for a shuttle. Why? He figured he would look into the history of it. It was fascinating. He placed the datapads on the tabletop.

The part of him was like, how can we save you, dear ole planet that was ready to be food? He had given his shot at ideas. He would want to know why the creation of the Doomsday Machine. That could have been Kirk possible? They will try to take all the people off as much as possible. Sadly, the wildlife would be forgotten. Poor things. The animal kind will be taken off the DNA creation.

Odd how does that work? Eh?

Then he went to the bar. "Ferengi wine," he ordered, with greeting his teeth like a Ferengi. Habit. Habit, my fellow bartender. Have you ever seen the first human raised by Ferengi in Starfleet? Bet you did not""the first.

The Barkeep put the drink in front of him. Jamil took and sniffed with his human nose, which could not smell like a Ferengi. The Ferengi youngsters picked on him on that. Have you ever heard of Rudolph the Reindeer, the human raised by Ferengi with a human nose. yeah? You got the idea. Jamil knew he had loving God-parents who fought for him to be the best. He had wanted to start a career in Starfleet where they were happy. Nope. Did he have to sell the point he was best to do it? What opportunity would he be able to bring them? He had told them he was an insider with new ways to profit.

He had missed his pals back home. The parties eventually came about to accept who he was, how he outdid them on trading and bidding. If he stayed back on Ferengar, he could be wealthy with an instinct, but he still could do that.

Jamil placed an earring on the bar; the bartender was surprised, and their hand went to their ear. "How did you do that?" he asked.

"Magic," he said, holding his hands up, wiggling his fingers, and wiggling his eye brows up and down.

"Right. Do that again, I report you. But on the other hand, yeah, made it worth a laugh," the bartender stated.

Jamil smiled at the person, took their Ferengi wine, and returned to the table near the window where he placed his datapads. He sat down, kicked his feet out, took a sip, and swooshed the wine around his mouth; he had missed home a bit now.

The research on Cutty Sark was on hold. The top datapad listed the planets that were listed what Planet Eater had eaten where it started. While studying, he could not stop thinking about that one science fiction Star Wars with the Death Star...the ship as big as a moon...there was no way they could build that. That would be perfect...as a circle borg ship...fuck no.

He sat there looking out to space, wondering what the chances were the Pakleds would be in the area. They are all happy and want to scavenge from that big ship. That was a bad idea. It was not good, but the idea. He had dived in the datapad to figure out the pattern...what was the MAIN ingredient it desired. Yeah, he was still convinced of the replicator idea. Would a replicator make another replicator...no that was so paradox thinking there!!!

Well, he's back studying on his little break.

[Commander Nira Said | Bridge | Deck One | USS Challenger NCC-40117-A]

Nira had given up trying to sleep at around 0500, there was just too much bothering her on her mind. As such, she was on the bridge before the regular shift, before Captain Galloway, and had taken enough coffee to ensure she was awake. She jumped when the new science officer jumped in and excitedly gave an idea.

"Well, it could be tricky to beam inside, much less trick it to feel full," said Nira. "We'll shelve that idea as a potential backup plan, Mister Avant...inshallah," she added in Arabic.

Soon, they had arrived back at Andgarr, and Anax Glarathna Jindak was back on, with Anju, his brother, at his side.

"Thanks, Commander," he replied. He nodded. She was pretty for a human. Tanned for the region, she was from Earth. And what in the world did she say? It's weird how the comm badge did not translate it for me. He thought as he frowned.

At the Science Station, the head of his department, Lieutenant Evan Randell, glared at him. Shite! Time to meet the music. He went over and gave a small smile.  Randall said in a tone loud enough for Jamil and anyone who was around to hear who was new. Evan was not making a point to him, Jamil, but an additional point to all others. Evan said you were out of order; you came to me and made a good suggestion; try to come to me. You're not off that easy; you are on my watchful eye. Report to the labs and get to work.

[USS Challenger | Turbolift]

When Jamil returned to the turbo-lift, as the doors closed, "Oh, Holo-" then he covered his mouth with his hand. He was going to suffer here. The holo program idea was to send a transmitter over, but that could not work. That's why he stopped himself. He leaned his back on the wall. "Those junk yard ships. Oh, I kill to be down there. Bet something can be made to be a profit!" He was wondering if he should take the Ferengi path as a merchant. Make his mark. Make his on economy discover. Go all big. Please, the Grand Nagus! Then become the Grand Nagus! That would be cool. He was the first human raise by Ferengi to be a Nagus...but he would miss out on finding answers to the million questions out in space.

[USS Challenger  | Crew Quarters | Bridge]

[Crew quarters]
It was a loss. Replicating was a loss. It was a great idea. The man was lost in time, for he was working to solve a problem. The questions were popping up here and there. What was he missing? The dang thing was down 20% low. The machine was programmed to eat planets.

He was wondering where was this thing. Whoever made it had a purpose. Was the region it was from? Were the planets poisoning that area of space? Or was it a weapon to take out other planets? What economics of another world? What Birth rate in one where they were losing population and aging, and the other species was having babies but not poisoning their planet? He shook that off. That was something was not solving the problem as NOW!

The man could not sleep. His brain was ongoing. The man's eyes widen up, he sits up from bed, he quickly got his clothes on, and he realize he forgot to take a sonic shower. Ah, who cares? The man quickly ran went to the bridge.

[Bridge]

The turbo lift opened, and he quickly barged in, "œCaptain, I got it!" he announced. Then he realized a detail. He went way over the Chief of Science on this. That will cost him. He came to the bridge when he was not on duty.

"œP-pardon my intrusion, sir"¦" he said. If the Captain were not seated in the captain's chair, he would adjust himself, say who the title of who was there. "œI was going the wrong way. Yea. Replicator was a genius idea but the power to do so and the resources was too much of a demand. But what if we can program it to "˜feel filled all the time.'" He smiled nervously to see what the captain or whoever was in the Captain's chair. Yeah. The Scientist fellow was a non-stop hard worker, a little weird individual.

[That's it!!!! Ohh!!!!]

Leaning to the side to look around Jamil at the Cardassian Ensign who'd taken the station beside him... Tora? Yeah... that was it. ...he called over. "Hey.. Tora... Can you work with Mister Jamil here on his plan. It sounds good so it does." Unsaid was "Even though I have no idea what the dude was talking about."

"Ookay," Jamil replied.

The mention of warbirds and possibly the elephant ship graveyard. "That's it!!!! Ohh!!!!" His eye widen with excitement. That was when his brain was in fast gear.

[Ensign Tora Zalos | Bridge | Deck One | USS Challenger NCC-40117-A]

For a brief few seconds, Tora found it odd that a redheaded boy who looked no older than ten (generously estimating) was giving her orders and in a way that certainly befitted his physical age - but then she reminded herself that there were several species with ridiculously long lifespans, and with that usually also came ridiculously slow aging. For example, she would've never guessed that that hot Vulcan girl she'd dated in year two was in fact sixty-five - not that that had ever gotten in the way of their relationship - had she not asked offhandedly that one day. She'd looked twenty-five at most. This child could've been anywhere from eighty to about eight hundred with the service experience to back it up and she would've never known. In short: put aside the face and body, and listen to the rank instead.

The Cardassian stood and waddled her way over to the human the Commander had identified as Jamil. He looked a bit scruffy and just a little bit surly with those smile lines and beard of his, like he'd snap into a sales pitch for off-brand Saurian brandy at any moment, in a sort of comical way - which she thought was cute, all things considered. "So... hello! I'm Tora. You must be Jamil. It's nice to meet you." She said, offering her hand for him to shake. "Replicate the energy a Doomsday Machine craves? I'd like to see what you've got in mind..."

"Yeah, Tora nice to meet you. Jamil," he said, smiling and winked at her. You got to love the pretty ladies. Sadly, females are dressed up in clothing. Even if he missed his Godmother's nakedness, there was a few Ferengi female who did not want to be naked with that new movement of female rights. However, his godmother did wear some clothing in public. "You smell nice; what you wearing?" he asked her. The little charm slips in when he is not aware of it.

"Any who, Pardon me and my babbling. When my mind is working, I must speak before it's all a loss. We need replicators to be connected to the heart of the Planeteater; Doomsday is an overrated title for it. There is no real day in space, and we claim it Doomsday...silly. eh?" He paused for a split second. "We need an engineer to find a to replicate the fuel. With Medical, they can help by creating a cloning of the fuel...which we need to figure out the exact fuel it needs... Planet farting..." he winked at her. The planet farting was a throw-the-wrench joke. Sheesh. Was he more clever than a Cardassian? Never. No way!

"The junkyard of ships can be what we need. So with your help, we can go through the computer database to see if we can find a pattern of the breakdown of fuel that Planet Eater eats," he stated.

[USS Challenger - Bridge]

Ensign Tora Zalos  the Cardassian, came in a loud announcement on the Bridge. Wow. Nice. The world knows you're here now. Don't go on missions with her when stealth is needed. There was a good chance she yelled, we are here. Yes! We are trying to hide. Hey, you hear me? Yep. That's us. Knowing Captain, he then blow the enemy away and cuss them away in his funny accent.

Oh the short fellow of Security came walking to his station. Shit. The head of Security gonna chew his ass off.

Oh, he was asking him how Kirk did it. He had to admit it was a big relief seeing someone Kyan's height. Growing up Ferengar was something he grew accustomed. Yeah, it had to be a killer to be that short and throw your little Onlie.

Not sure he had wanted to be Onlie. Being that young looking can be a pain in the Ferengi ear infection. However, size can fool anyone. Imagine what a Klingon think of this Onlie. Possible a laugh, a belly shaking taunt and possible a Klingon down on the ground with an Onlie riding him after beating the big guy or gal down, and the Klingon would have high respect.

That would be a great show too. Little Onlie fights fierce warriors. What would people pay for that? The audience will go paying all lot for that.

Okay. Way off track there. Stupid Ferengi habit from growing up. There was always that "˜profit' habit in everything thing! Like they can profit off that planet-eating machine, you got to pay a tax to keep it from eating your planet.

"œWell, lemme see, gimme a moment, Commander Mac""MacKenzie," he replied.

While he was doing that, he was sharing an exciting idea that popped in his head.  But the Captain came to answer that.

"œYou know, any genius ever thought replicating the fuel. Get the proper pattern of the fuel it feeds off. Find the structure of the breakage of the nucleus barriers of the cells get the numeric and lettering code for engineers and medical can entwine. The data-process stomach of that device. The mainframe, like a brain, will think it's full. It's like a blocker to the brain so the brain does not want to eat more than it has to. Has anyone ever come up with that? And find a way to get in the dang thing, plant it. Transport in it. Plant possibly a few of those devices in it. Use the replicator device a hybrid to get its energy. Then track where it goes. . Then it is one less worry for everyone. See?" He shared with the Starfleet Onlie, then his eyes looked over at the Captain and the Commander.

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