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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
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| Title: | Whispers |
| Episode Number: | 34 |
| Season: | 2 |
| Season Episode #.: | 14 |
| Production Number: | 434 |
| Original Airdate: | Sunday February 06th, 1994 |
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Stardate 47581.2: Chief O'Brien, aboard a Runabout, commences a personal log detailing the last 52 hours of an even that is linked to a Paradan peace conference aboard Deep Space Nine. Starting from the beginning, O'Brien records how all of those that he knows best aboard DS9 began to distance themselves from him in a very calculated manner.
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| Log Entries:
* O'Brien, Personal Log, Stardate 47581.2 - ...I've gotta try to set the record straight about the...last 52 hours. I don't know who's going to hear this. I don't even know if I'll be alive...by the time this log is recovered. I figure they'll be coming after me. If I'm right about this whole thing, they won't want me to warn the Paradas. Coffee, Jamaican blend - double strong, double sweet. I wish I could tell you who "they" are, but that's part of the puzzle I haven't figured out yet. A part of the puzzle, hell. None of this whole damn thing makes any sense. I'm trying to remember the first time I noticed that things were wrong. It seems to me it was...yeah...it had to be the first morning after I got back to the station.
* Personal Log, - ...Okay...So it was all a little curious...but who could have guessed at that time? I mean, the way they were acting they might have been trying to pull off one of those suprise parties that I can't stand. Only my birthday's not until September and, believe me, as it turned out I had nothing else to celebrate.
* Personal Log - Sisko was telling the truth about one thing: The upper pylons had failed again. It didn't make any sense...because the new pressure locks I'd installed seemed to be working just fine, so it had to be an entirely new problem. I realized it wasn't going to be a quick matter to track it down, after all. And I couldn't help thinking how this was going to keep me occupied while the security arrangements for the Paradas were underway.
* Personal Log - I worked on the pylon controls the better part of the day. "A needle in a haystack" wouldn't do this job justice. When I finally found the crack in the RF power conduit, I couldn't imagine how it could occur so deep in the system...unless someone had broken it deliberately.
* Personal Log - I don't know if there was anything wrong with the stew or not. When I went back later to check she'd already put it into the disposal. But all I could think of, as I looked at her, was that this was not my Keiko.
* Personal Log - ...I didn't get much sleep that night. I waited for Keiko, or whoever she was, to go to bed, and I started my search. I had no idea what looking for; something odd, something not quite normal. Anything to explain what might be going on.
* Personal Log - There were several traps laid into the computer subroutine. No doubt to let someone know if I'd penetrated their security lockout. I wasn't fooled for a minute and released the protected files without any problem...What I found in those hidden logs didn't answer all my questions, but it sure has hell confirmed what I'd been afraid of. They were analyzing and reanalyzing everything I had put into my report about Paradan security. They'd even broken into my personal logs to see what they could find in there. I hoped they enjoyed reading the sexy letters to my wife. There were several entries by Sisko about secured messages from the Parada system, but no indication what those messages were about. Maybe they were afraid I'd get into their files even with a security lockout. Smart people.
* Personal Log - I felt better than I had for a long time. I finally had an ally. Now, all I had to do was wait. I like to think I'm a man with many talents, but waiting isn't one of them. I had to cover my bets. Prepare myself for whatever might happen next. I still had a few tricks up my sleeve.
* Personal Log - It seemed almost unbelievable to me. Had someone or, or something started to infiltrate all of Starfleet?
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| Runabout: Mekong River
The Runabout near the wormhole, detected by O'Brien's Runabout's computer, is called the Mekong, named after the longest river of Souteast Asia, and the twelfth longest river in the world. The Mekong starts in Tibet, flows through China, Myanmar, Thailand, Cambodia, and Laos before splitting apart to form the Mekong River Delta in Southern Vietnam just northwest of Ho Chi Minh City (the river forms nine estuaries in Vietnam, and the Vietnamese call it the Sōng Cū Long or the Nine Dragons River). The river then flows through the nine estuaries of the delta into the South China Sea.
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