Stardate: 80315:1900
Title: Grand Central Cottage
Author: Emma Smith
Time: Current
Scene: Planet-side


The witch-dressed Bolian had no sooner disappeared that the door to the cottage opened again.

"Are those Dwarves?"

Emma spun on her heel striking an almost defensive stance. On closer examination she recognized the face from the new crew report. "Uh, sorry about that." She sheepishly lowered her fist and smiled. "You're Ensign Conway, right?"

The pretty young girl hesitated for a moment. "Conway." She seemed a little confused. "Yes, that's right. My friends call me Gitta."

"Well, Gitta," Ross interjected. "Welcome to our humble home."

"You live here?"

Ross glanced to Emma. "No, he was kidding. Are you having some memory issues?"

The Science Officer nodded. "I was a little confused, but it seems the further I get from that castle..."

Ross stopped scratching at the gold brocade across his chest. "There's a castle?"

Gitta nodded. "I saw a lot of the Grimalkin crew cleaning it. They kept calling me Cinderella."

Emma thought for a moment. "If that's where the Grimalkin's crew is, maybe that's where we should go."

"Not if we run the risk of losing our memory," Ross continued. "I never was any good with a broom and mop."

"Good point." Emma could hear the Dwarves mulling around at the door. "Maybe we should question those guys."

The three officers stepped outside.

"What in the world is that thing doing here?!!" Gitta yelped.

This surprised both Smith and Ross and they took turns looking from Three to Conway.

"Hey, Sparky. What happened to you? You're all muddy." Smith asked with the beginnings of a smile on her face.

"It appears that my footing is far from graceful in this place and I fell. Would you care for a hug so that we may share in the mud?" Three stated to Smith.

Emma looked at the glop covered Borg, then down at her crisp, clean, white blouse. "Uh... pass on that one. Maybe next time."

"Let me guess." Gitta exhaled a breath of relief. "You're a member of the Horizon's crew, too?"

"My designation is 3 of 13. I'm Ensign Sparky, Tactical Officer."

Ross glanced toward the Dwarves and odd-looking little donkey. "Uh, listen people. I think we better ask our questions and get moving. We're starting to draw a crowd."


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Lt. (S.G.) Emma Smith
Chief Security Officer
USS Horizon
NCC-72400
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