Star Trek Cowboy

Repairs and Refit

It has been one week since the Bebop saved the Bismarck, well what was left of it and the Vorta Mio, the Bebop and the Bismarck had limped to Deep Space Nine for repairs.

Captain Jet Black stood in front of a window, black hands clasped behind his back, in his temporary quarters abroad DS9, looking out at the stars and the ships that were coming to or leaving the station. He was a tall man, six-foot and one-inch to be precise, with Tanned skin. One arm was robotic. His hair was black and combed back. He was dressed in the black and red pirate version of what looked like a Starfleet uniform, with a long ankle length jacket. The chime for his quarters sounded. "Enter." Said Jet, his voice was deep and cultured, reminiscent of America's southern accent, as he turned to the door.

The door opened and in walked Faye. "Jet." Said the woman as she walked up to him, her voice smooth and relaxed.

"Faye . How is the crew fairing with our unconventional shore leave?" Faye tilted her head left and right with a slight grimace on her face.

"I've been getting mixed results. Most are doing fine, while others are finding it difficult." She paused a moment "Feelings our captain is sharing?"

Jet gave her a smile. "It was hard to believe that we saved two former Starfleet officers in the span of a week."

Faye gave him a sympathizing look. "I know it is rare" Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she gave him a teasing smirk. Jet frowned and turned back to looking out the window. "Kinda wishing we never" Faye joined him in looking out the window.

"Yes, but then you would never have saved those two ladies, and Starfleet wouldn't have paid for the Bebop's overhaul it desperately needed."

Jet rolled his eyes, Faye's face gained a serious look, "No more changing the subject Jet, what's on your mind?"

After a long moment Jet sighed, turned, and walked to the table where the model was. Next to the model was a single PADD, Jet picked it up and handed it to Faye. "Starfleet has asked for our assistance in dealing with the Borg advance in the Gamma Orionis Sector."

Faye read through the padd but stopped and looked up at him. "It says Captain Nog asked for us by name? Our ship isn't even ready yet!"

Jet was about to say something when his combadge chirped. "Ed to Captain Jet."

Jet tapped his badge. "Jet here, what?"

"We just got word, your new ship will be ready in one hour."

Jet smiled at Faye, who was also smiling at the news. "Very good commander. Please inform Spike and the two ladies we saved to meet me and Faye in opts for a first look at our new ship."

"Acknowledged." Replied Ed.

Faye's blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "Let's go see our ship!"

Jet smiled at her. "You go on ahead. I'll be right behind you."

Faye smirked at the Captain. "Need to brood about the Borg a little while longer." Jet glared at her but had a smile on his face so she knew no harm was done. Faye chuckled as she turned to leave, saying over her shoulder "If you're not in opts in five minutes, I'm going to come and drag you away from your self-reflection."

As the lift came to a stop, Mio replied "Kira Nerys can never start her morning without her morning Raktajino."

Kesta was saved by the Bebop crew, her skills in intelligence gathering and security were some of the best and Jet and the crew felt she was a good fit in the Bebop crew. As they walked into ops, they saw two other members of the crew, specifically Spike and Ed, were deep in a discussion about how ketracel white effects none Jem'Hadar but stopped when they saw their crewmates.

"Ladies." Greeted Spike with a smile at the two new comers, "How's your shore leave been?"

Kesta gave Mio a side glance. "Oddly enlightening." Before Ed  can inquire more about this, the turbolift opened again, this time depositing Faye. "What's the joke?" she said after seeing two of her subordinates chuckling.

Spike rolled his eyes at his crewmates mirth as he answered her. "Starfleet Intelligence knows the eating and drinking habits of most of the galaxy." Kesta gave Intel officer a look that said 'Seriously?'.

Faye shrugged, "You never know when it'll come in handy." She said with an impish grin causing Mio to chuckle harder, but she quickly composed herself and turned to Kesta. "So, Any clues about the ship?"

Kesta shrugged her shoulders, "Sorry, all I know is the oil apes used parts from both The Bepop and the Bismarck"

"That would be grease monkey, lass." Said  Jet as he entered ops. "How was everyone's impromptu shore leave?"

" Eh, it was fine" Spike said

"Now," Jet  looked to his crew  as a somber expression came onto his face as he looked to his senior staff. "We have all been through quite a lot. Klingon warmongers, crazed genetic augmentation scientists, Tal Shiar extremists, Orion slavers, the Dominion War and, more recently Klingons and saving the lives of Kesta and Mio. And Mio lost her ship. We suffered heavy damage to our ship.

"Captain," Said Nerys from her console, "Two minutes" Jet nodded and turned back to his crew. "And now it's time for a new chapter in our journey together."

He nodded to Nerys and she activated the view screen. On the screen was a Federation starship, the Miranda class Bebop but it was attached to rear end of the Excelisor class second hull with the deflector dish section sticking out the front of the saucer. The registry read NCC 031999

"Is that?" asked Mio in confusion.

"No." Said Kesta in disbelief. "It's a Curry class."

" Starfleet paid for all the bells and whistle for this fine lady! Reinforced absorptive shielding, Slipstream drive, transwarp capability, rapid repair worker bee system, super charged weapon systems, a flagship tactical computer, and it comes with an Aquarius Class Escort plus the shuttle bay in the front now holds all the fighters we have!" Jet explained, Ed sighed dreamily, "She is a beauty."

" She does have a certain charm about her" Faye said smiling.

"Indeed." Said Jet with a proud smile for his new ship. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I proudly present: The Bebop Refit , our new home." He looked back to his crew with the same amount of pride. "So, shall we take her for a spin?"