Star Trek Starbase 49- "Into Arms Fury"

Life aboard the station had been normal for the past couple of weeks.  There wasn't a large flow of traffic, nor any new terrorist plots, and the Romulans had agreed to negotiate a treaty.  Everything seemed normal.

Then why in the hell did Lieutenant Ristau feel so damned tense?  Was it the lack of problems that made him uneasy?  If it was, then maybe he needed counciling.  Alas, he wasn't the only one however, the entire crew seemed on edge.  Things just weren't supposed to move so smoothly while people were on duty.

At the moment, the only other one he knew that was in Operations was that wierd Vulcan, Talis.  He wasn't too fond of Vulcans from living on Vulcan during his recovery from the Cardassian camp, but this one bit his butt much more than the normal.  He let out a sigh, this laid back thing just wasn't him.

Talis was the only one who didn't seem to mind the quiet nights aboard the station.  She used it to meditate, or study.  Tonight was the exception however.  She was working the night shift, quietly monitoring what the others were doing.

On a normal day, this was the Lieutenants job, but there was a refit of the phaser banks going on, so they wanted someone aboard with a little more experience.  It wasn't anything major, but it still warrented a little attention.  

A warning sound emitted from the Tactical Console.  The Ensign there looked down, and a knit eyebrowed expression appeared on the Tellerites head.  Talis raised an eyebrow, "Report Ensign."

The Ensign tapped controls to double check.  "Ma'am, I've got four Orion Government ships coming this way.  They're all armed to the teeth, but aren't showing signs of aggression."

Talis went over to the console, they could do some damage if the station was left unshielded, but her orders were to act diplomatic, and that wasn't seen as diplomatic to an Orion.  "Science and Tactical, monitor those ships, at the first sign of trouble, raise shields and arm weapons, but until then, keep a diplomatic face."

There was another beep.  Adam looked at his console, "We're being hailed."

Talis nodded, "On screen."

The Orion's were a race best described as ugly.  The man who appeared before her looked like nothing she had ever seen before.  He had body armor on, and wore a frown, (or maybe that was just his normal face,) all the time.  "You are the commander?"

Talis straightened, "I am the night shift supervisor, but I have authorization to tend to your needs sir."

Without missing a beat, the man leaned forward, "We need repaires on our frigate, is that too much to ask Federation Officer?"

Talis looked over to the science station.  The man nodded, so she turned back, "We will get on your repairs as soon as you dock.  My Operations officer will take you through the process."

"Fine, Captain Tek'Tu'Tur out."  The viewscreen reverted back to the stars.

Talis was on the move, "Operations, you have command until I return."  She moved to the turbolift.