Mission: "Double Trouble"

Computer... begin log.

Lt.Cmdr K. Juliesse. Stardate 111102.1

After a bit of HALO jump training I resumed my post aboard USS Paris. A transmission was received over a secure channel. It turns out that an old acquaintance wanted to pass along information to me without official channel interference. What initially seemed a laughable matter turned out to be a grave situation and what I initially thought was a hat on his head turned out to be something completely different.

According to said proprietor, who's name shall be withheld to protect his interests and honor the prearranged agreement, Tribbles have been breeding aboard DS19 station. After rambling on about self interests and loss of profits for a significant waste of time, he continued with more important information. "You don't understand. This isn't just an issue of breeding fur-balls. They........... explode."

A scan of a specimen beamed aboard confirmed the augmented alteration of DNA with a highly combustive proteins that are triggered by a sequence of follicle nerve stimuli . In other words. Pet the tribble you get blown to pieces. How they got on the station and what the intent is unknown. An act of terrorism? An experiment gone wrong? A fatal fraternity prank? I can only speculate. Either way, the...... tribble bombs, for lack of a better term, will lure innocents under federation watch and come to harm. This cannot be allowed. Captain James T. Kirk only had ONE bomb to look for and it was a device.

This time.... the tribbles themselves explode. Kamikaze Tribbles.... Who would have thought. Perhaps the Klingons will hate the tribbles a tiny bit less .... then again it isn't the Tribbles with a cause to die in honor. It's someones sinister plot to wreak havoc.

USS Paris is on a routine training mission within an asteroid field for pilot combat maneuvers and dilithium deposit mining. To birds with one stone. Or rather Two stones with one bird.

Our mission is to clear the asteroid field and head to DS19 to deal with the problem. Gather specimens and .... dispose of the rest.

Mission begins at 00:00 hours SLT. Wensday/Thursday cross over. All AAC personnel and guests welcome to join us. We'll need all the help we can get.

Galaxy Fleet Command

Lieutenant Commander

Kaori ..::K::.. Juliesse

To Boldly Eat at the Klingon Kafe

Kaori here with a culinary adventure! I wandered on the promenade, like I usually do when I wake up with a hangover. Crabby and hungry. So what better pick-me-up then a nice hearty breakfast to start your shift on Prospero station. This morning I think I'll go for something different then my usual Bisquits and Raktijino. The Klingon Kafe. With an extensive menu and very well supplied. Then again, I doubt the Klingons have much trouble with supply routes being raded by Ferengi or Orion Mauraders.

Slightly dissapointed as I was hoping to see a Klingon in apron and chef's hat. That would have kick started my mood with a giggle. With an uninviting demeanor I am glared back at with a mocking "I dare you to order" look. A bit intimidated I ask, "Any recommendations?" and am answered with a outstretched arm and a pointing finger at the menu at the wall.

All I knew about was the famed Gagh and was surprised that there are 51 selections of Gagh alone.I decide to have a cup of Bahgol tea with a small portion of Torgud gagh, which was described as having a distinct wiggle, and a side order of Gladst with a bit of Grapok Sauce.

As I cringe at the squiggly wigglies, the chef smirks and tells me, "It is an Acquired taste. " So I shrug and dig in! During the second wretch as I try to put the bowl back onto the counter the proprietor looks back with looks that kill. That term has a completely different definition coming from a Klingon armed with cleaving knives. So I finish the meal with great effort.

"It's an experience I recommend for those of a brave heart".

Our gagh is a Klingon delicacy consisting of unprocessed serpent worms cleansed and spiced to perfection.

Choose from many of the succulent live and squirming types or order them stewed, for the more sensitive belly (at an extra cost).

It has been said that the actual taste of gagh is revolting and it is eaten solely for the unique sensation of the gagh spasming in one's mouth and stomach in their death throes. There are at least 51 different types of gagh, each with its distinct taste and texture, including:

* Bithool gagh, which has feet 50 slips gpl

* Filden gagh, which squirms 60 slips gpl

* Meshta gagh, which jumps 55 slips gpl

* Torgud gagh, which wiggles 60 slips gpl

* Wistan gagh, packed in targ blood 80 slips gpl

* Stewed gagh, 95 slips gpl

Despite my aching belly.... I did feel honorable surviving the meal.

So.. If you're ever on DS19 Prospero station, have a peek at the menu and sample some Klingon delicacy! It is anything BUT delicate. A meal with a hard kick and punch. Qua'plah!

*signs off and runs to the rest room*