STAR TREK

CITADEL
RISKY VENTURES
By John H. Harris

Chapter One
The doors to the wardroom opened to admit Andrew Mundi, a PADD in his
hands. With a surety of long familiarity, he headed over to the corner table, where he
found Lieutenant Commander Ikar, the captain of the Defiant-class vessel, reading her
own PADD while nibbling at bits of her breakfast. Like the larger ships in the task force
assigned to Intaran space, the little vessel relied solely on replicators when in flight.
On the ground, however, Nana, the head cook at Gwalior Bases mess hall,
insisted on cooking for the crews of the Espero and her sister ship, Hammersley.
Mundi glanced down at the table, doing a double-take at what he saw. The
Horrusi was eating a Human meal. She was eating two buttered English muffins, had an
array of local fruits in a small bowl and was sipping from a cup of orange spice tea.
Good morning, Skipper, he said, taking a seat across from her.
To you also, Andrew, a good morning, Ikar responded with a smile. Help you,
how can I?
Why do you assume that I'm on business? Maybe I just wanted to chat with a
friend.
Apologies, my friend. Perplexed, you appear to be. She speared a large chunk
of a pineapple-like fruit out of her bowl and nibbled on it. Well, they are, your family?
Oh, they're blending in with life here quite well. In fact, my wife asked the
public affairs officer if she could teach at the base school.
Good, good. Wasted, her talents, they won't be, Ikar said, nodding. She seemed
happier, these last few days, but that was due to the arrival of a complement of Horrusi
traders in one of the convoys escorted to Intar by the Edward OHare. The gossip around
Gwalior was that she was spending time with one of them, the pilot of the freighter
Shaded Beauty. Still, vexes you, something does?
Mundi frowned, holding up his padd. Have you read the latest updates from
Starfleet?
Ikar nodded. Yes, from the Ernst Ruska, received them, I did, an hour ago. These
personnel changes, concern me, they do.
I knew M'Reeta was transferring back to Starbase 128 because she's expecting
again, Mundi said, sounding both hurt and frustrated, but I thought Sovek cancelled his
transfer request after I talked to him.
Apparent, it is, that he did not.
Yeah, and to add fire ants to the peppers up our asses, the Ernst Ruska will be
getting half our security department.
Needed, they are, by the Ernst Ruska, more than here, the Horrusi replied,
brushing a loose strand of red hair from her face. The Gamma Quadrant, kind to Yineth
and his crew, was not.
Well, why don't they go empty a Galaxy-class or decommission some of the
older ships and steal personnel from there? the first officer complained. Why do they
have to swipe them from us?
Calm yourself, Andrew. Replacements, receiving, we are.
Oh? And who are we getting, Academy graduates like Grev? Former Maquis
like Lake?

Know who they are, when see them, you will, Ikar said, smiling again.
Well, then I guess we have to discuss the staffing arrangements, Andrew told
her as he keyed his PADD to browse through the information on it. Im just happy that
we didnt lose Tarahni. Losing our chief engineer wouldve been dreadful since shes the
only one that understands the ship and her needs.
Without Tarahni, our ship, fall apart, she would, Ikar agreed with him.
The personnel changes, sent to them by way of the Ernst Ruska, concerned her, as
well. They had been assigned to the Intar system for less than a month. In fact, the
Espero had just returned from two months of repairs at Starbase 128.
Bridge to Captain Ikar, the voice of the ships operations/communications
officer, called from the intercom. Captain Ikar, please contact the bridge.
Ikar tapped her commbadge. Bridge, Ikar, this is.
Lake speaking, Maam.
Ensign, proceed.
Maam, theres a call from Base Ops. General Rentoshi would like to see you in
his office, the ensign told her. He was another of her officers that she worried about.
Doctor Sovek had become involved with his treatment after coming aboard at Starbase
128. According to his records, he had a degenerative disease that he contracted from his
time as a Maquis before the war.
On my way, I am. The Esperos commander tapped her commbadge to
deactivate it and looked up at Mundi. Ships resources and personnel specialties of
yours, they are, Andrew. Your strengths, play to them, you must. The old and the new,
integrate them, we will.
Oh, theyll be a cohesive unit when I get done with them, Skipper. But I warn
you, Im not gonna spare the rod and spoil the child.
Any other way, have it, I would not, she said with a nod. Unleash Senior Chief
Anax, you should. Teach our new crewmembers, we must, if to survive, we are. She
took a final sip of her tea before climbing down from her seat. Patting her loyal secondin-command on the arm, the green-skinned alien walked out of the wardroom.
As she reached the threshold, Mundi called out to her. Are you expecting trouble,
Skipper?
With Captain Yineth?, she asked, referring to the Ernst Ruskas captain.
Always, I am.
Senior Chief Petty Officer Anax was not comfortable as he walked into the Cargo
Bay. Five new crewmen were waiting for him, all but one in conversation. The Edoans
face hardened. As one of the two most senior enlisted officers aboard the Espero, it was
up to him to oversee their orientation, and he didnt care that one of them wore a junior
grade lieutenants pips on her blue collar.
Attention! one of the crewmen, a Petty Officer 1st Class, shouted to the others in
warning. The enlisted personnel formed a line and snapped to attention with the precision
of someone used to military regimentation.
The lieutenant, however, remained sitting, her attention on the PADD in her
hands.
Anax scowled at the woman.

So this is my new bunch of maggots, Anax grumbled at them in full drill

instructor mode. Crossing his left and right arms behind him, he tapped the lieutenant on
the shoulder.
Yes, COB?, she asked without looking up.
Would you care to join the rest of the class, maam?
Not really.
Anax slowly bent down next to her. ON YOUR FEET, LIEUTENANT!
The lieutenant was instantly on her feet, the PADD dropping to the deck. A
moment later, it shattered under the Senior Chiefs right boot.
Im not the skipper or Lieutenant Mundi, but as long as Im Chief of the Boat, I
AM THE SUPREME DEITY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?!
SIR, YES, SIR!, all five shouted in unison.
Nice to see youre getting everyone squared away, Lieutenant Mundi said from
the cargo bays open door. He had seen what the multi-limbed alien had done with the
Betazoid, and he approved.
Ranks didnt matter much aboard the Espero. Everyone knew who everyone was,
and while military discipline was maintained, the crew of the little ship wasnt as
regimented as those found aboard larger ships like the Kumari.
Just welcoming them aboard, sir.
Mundi looked each of them over, his gaze stopping on the Betazoid who stood
with anger on her face. He then stepped over to stand beside Anax, crossing his arms over
his chest. Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Espero, he said with a grin. Im your new First
Officer, Lieutenant Andrew Mundi and, he motioned to Anax -- , this is our Chief of
the Boat and Tactical Officer, Senior Chief Petty Officer Anax. If you have any
problems, come to either of us.
He broke my PADD, the Betazoid whispered, clearly enough for Mundi to hear
her.
Excuse me?
He broke my PADD sir.
Mundi lowered his arms. And you are?
Lieutenant Verra Kitahni, the Betazoid flatly answered. Im your new medical
officer.
Ah, so youre Soveks replacement.
Yes, sir.
Mundi nodded, turning to Anax. He cocked a thumb at the humans and Rigellian.
Square these guys away, will ya, Anax? Ill show the doc to sickbay.
Yes, sir, the senior chief acknowledged with a nod.
She was nervous.
Her chocolate eyes wandered the room, landing on several framed pictures of
various people, all of them posing with the owner of the office. They included officers, an
award-winning actor, politicians of every stripe and even several Prime Councilors. There
was even an autographed photo with the current Prime Councilor, Aram Kodo.
Jayna Naytohm had been summoned from her own office, where she was
directing the effort to link Intars global information networks to the Federations
equivalents. The wealth of knowledge would take the dark-skinned woman a lifetime to

study and understand. Since the arrival of the people from the Federation, her area of
study, exobiology, had made her more valuable to the chain of command, since they felt
she would be better able to relate with the races that comprised the United Federation of
Planets.
The office door creaked open, bringing the woman to her feet before the desk.
An Rentoshi walked into the room, accompanied by one of the aliens. She
instantly recognized the diminutive green alien from her recent appearance on The
Boredom Cure.
Section Lieutenant Jayna Naytohm, reporting as directed, sir, the scientist said
with a salute.
At ease, Lieutenant. This is Lieutenant Commander Ikar, captain of the Starship
Espero, Rentoshi responded, introducing the alien officer before motioning them to take
the two visitor seats. The Horrusi greeted her with a simple nod before climbing into the
offered seat.
Its a pleasure to meet you, maam, Jayna said. I saw your interview with
Ibriel Ganegli on The Boredom Cure.
My best, it was not, I fear.
I thought you represented yourself well.
The interview, Ikar told her, to do it, ordered, I was.
Commanders McCune and Ikar have become celebrities since they came to
Intar, the general explained as he lowered himself into his own chair. His facial features
hardened somewhat, indicating that he had entered business mode. Ive called you here
in regards to Starfleet Memo Four-Nine-Three-Kappa, from Starbase 128. Commander
Wilcox and I have compiled a list of Intaran personnel whom we believe would be
qualified for this assignment.
The liaison program, referring to, you are, General?
Jayna felt the yenini take flight in her stomach. Is this what I think it is, sir?
Yes, it is, Lieutenant, Rentoshi answered, a twinkle in his eye. Im making
your dreams come true.
Chapter Two
Captains log, stardate 56020.7:
The Edward OHare has just departed Starbase 128 with a
convoy of five freighters. Our destination, once again, is the
planet Intar. The industrial replicators and humanitarian supplies
are urgently needed on this beleaguered world since the Battle of
Intar
Captain Roberto Vallejo closed his log recorder and looked around him, taking in
his ship and her crew. The bridge of the refit Constitution-class heavy cruiser coursing
with activity. With assistance from the U.S.S. Espero, two weeks before, they had
stopped another Tzenkethi incursion into Intaran space.

All ships in position and proceeding at warp three-point-nine, reported

Lieutenant Vurek from the science station. The tawny-haired Vulcan had his attention on
the ships in their convoy.
I hate poking along like this.
The remark was from Lieutenant Commander Aija Nakamura, the OHares
Japanese first officer and helmswoman. She was the daughter of an admiral, though she
didnt rub it in. She had her own accomplishments for that. When Vallejo had met her
during the Dominion War, the younger womans file had made that abundantly clear to
him.
If only civilian ships had more than light phaser banks and the occasional
obsolete photon launcher, Lieutenant Raia, the Deltan operations officer seated beside
her at the joint helm/tactical/operations console added. The pips on her gold collar were
new and shiny; A reward for her recent actions at Intar.
Would you trust an untrained civilian with such weapons? asked Trevor
Malachi, the OHares chief medical officer. The older, grumpier man stood beside the
captains chair, his arms crossed over his chest. He reminded Vallejo of the famous
Leonard H. McCoy.
One would assume that any civilian wishing to mount such weapons on his ship
would undergo training, Doctor. It is logical that one should be equipped for battle when
entering an active war zone.
Starfleets about keeping the peace and exploring new worlds, Mister Vurek. Not
going around shooting up the place.
Doctor, I would submit, the science officer said, turning around in his chair to
face him, that you are allowing your emotions to direct your responses. Logic would
suggest that you commit to a regimen of meditation to
Meditation? You pointy-eared, green-blooded
Ok, guys, thats enough, Vallejo said, interrupting both of them. Since assuming
command of the OHare, the Latino captain had prevented many such arguments between
the two officers. They admitted to being friends, but he suspected that, if no one was
there as a buffer, they would have killed each other long ago.
Vurek, keep an eye on our guests, the captain continued, and Doctor, shouldnt
you be in sickbay, checking the medical supplies that were taking to the Intarans?
In addition to the supplies aboard the civilian freighters, the OHare was carrying
engineering supplies for the SCE contingent aboard the Blount Island and medical
supplies for the hospitals in the hardest-hit cities.
Muted responses came from both men, and Vallejo watched Malachi walk into the
open turbolift before turning his chair to face the Vulcan officer.
You really like to egg him with logic, dont you, Lieutenant?
It is not my intention to egg anyone, Captain. I am merely sharing my
experience with him.
Hmph, experience, Nakamura whispered under her breath with a smile. That
smile soon disappeared as she noticed the new reading on the screen before her.
Captain, sensors are detecting three ships ahead of us.
Identify em, Mr. Vurek.
Sensors indicate three Tzenkethi Strakha-class destroyers.

Red Alert!, Vallejo said, rising to his feet. All hands to Battle Stations! Alert
Gwalior Base that were under attack and that we require assistance.
Aye, sir, was the Deltans response.
Vallejo saw the Tzenkethi ships appear on the main screen.
Aw, crap...
The comforting sounds of the Voivonna Namree-Zayes bridge greeted
Commander Daileyr Kayn as he strode onto it.
There was an extra spring in the mans step. He wasnt sure if it was due to
trouble with the gravity plating or the fact that, after two years away, they were finally
nearing home.
Kayn had commanded the Chuthankhor-class vessel since the day she was
launched, and it was a command he was more than proud of. Named for Voivonna
Namree-Zaye, the first Prime Councilor of Intar, the ship was nearing the end of her
mission of exploration to several of the star systems surrounding Intar. She was only one
of five known to do so. The other fifteen had been destroyed by the Tzenkethi before that
race had turned its sights on the planet.
With the arrival of the Federation and its technology on his world, Kayns latest
orders from the ISA, Intars civilian-controlled space exploration agency, were to bring
the Namree-Zaye home to be refit and upgraded by the Starfleet Corps of Engineers.
Commander, I have multiple sensor contacts at four-nine-three-mark-seven, the
bridge sensor technician reported. The computer has designated them aikek one through
ten.
Any idea what they are?, the commander asked, stepping up to the navigational
plot table at the center of the room. His pilot and the navigator were already routing the
sensor data into the tables processors.
Im not sure yet and neither is the computer.
Best guess? Kayn asked.
Well, the technician said with a brief sigh, from the power signatures, my best
guess is Federation.
They could be Tzenkethi too, speculated the navigator, grimly.
Possibly, the pilot suggested from the opposite side of the plot table, indicating
the lower-power signatures displayed there, but these signatures indicate civilians, like
those Pakleds that brought our mail out to us earlier this year.
Perhaps, Kayn said, looking at the sensor contacts on the screen. Comms,
anything from home on this?
Now reading weapons fire! the technician called. High-power, directed
energy.
Weapons fire? Kayn asked, as new tags appeared on the plot. They identified
one Federation cruiser, six freighters of various origins... and three Tzenkethi destroyers.
Damn, the Namree-Zayes pilot swore. He straightened the front of his jumpsuit
and looked over his shoulder at the Commander. Sound general quarters and polarize the
hull plating, Commander?
Kayn considered the situation. His ship was no match for one Tzenkethi raider,
much less three destroyers, but one of the vows he had taken when he joined the Intaran

Sea Forces was to render aid to all who were in peril on the oceans, and he considered
space just another ocean.
Yes, Ati. Sound general quarters, polarize the hull plating, and arm the
thermonukes.
Aye, Sir.
Were going in?, asked the navigator.
Kayn looked up from the plot table. He knew the mans feelings about the
Federation. Vio Doshend, as a devout follower of the Speakers for the Maker, was among
the few Intarans who saw any extraterrestrial influence with the Intaran people to be an
abomination. He was aboard to experience the Makers works up close, and had avoided
all of the visitors they had welcomed aboard during their travels.
They came to our assistance, Navigator. I think its only right that we come to
theirs.
Doshend stared back at him with a hard expression. Youre in command.
Youre damn right about that.
But I want my protest over this decision to be entered into the ship journal.
Your religious objection is noted, Kayn nodded. Now plot me a course.
Kayn picked up the handheld communicator on the side of the table. Pressing a
button, he said, All personnel, this is the commander speaking. Man combat stations
and stand ready. We are rendering aid to a Federation convoy...
In his small cabin aboard the Espero, Andrew Mundi was bent over his computer
terminal when his combadge chirped for attention. Mundi here.
Lieutenant, this is Petty Officer NVosh.
NVosh NVosh, Mundi asked himself. Who the hell is NVosh? Oh, wait,
NVosh!
Go ahead, Petty Officer, he said, remembering who NVosh was. He was one of
Lakes people who manned ops and communications during the Beta-shift.
Sir, Gwalior Base is relaying a distress signal to us from the Edward OHare,
NVosh reported. According to Base Ops, the OHare was assigned to escort five
freighters to Intar from Starbase 128.
Any reason given for the distress call?
Theyve encountered a Tzenkethi destroyer flotilla, sir.
Damn, just when I get comfortable, they pull me back. He sighed, scratching the
side of his face. Ok, go ahead and put a call-back to our personnel. Tell Master Chief
Nayce that well need to cold-start the warp core and
Commander Wilcox has already informed the captain, sir.
Good. Im on my way to the bridge.
Two minutes later, Ikar materialized on the bridge, just as Lieutenant Mundi
walked into the room. After having summoned his captain back from a meeting with
General Rentoshi, the black man noticed that the skipper was accompanied by a woman
wearing one of the red Intaran Space Forces uniforms and, by the insignia on her collar,
which differed from what she wore on the front of her uniform, that she was a lieutenant,
like him.
Welcome back, Skipper.

At Battle Stations, the crew, they are?, the Horrusi asked him, going straight to
business.
Yes, Maam. Anax is loading the launchers as we speak and Tarahni has the
warp drive purring like a kitten. Andrew looked over the lieutenant commander at their
guest and smiled. Youre new.
Lieutenant Jayna Naytohm, from the Intaran Air Forces, Ikar said, introducing
the dark-skinned woman, this is. As our liaison, assigned to the Espero, she has been.
Im also your new science officer, Jayna said, smiling as she indicated the light
blue on her rank/crest strip, and the stripes that designated her as a department head.
Lieutenant Andrew Mundi, at your service, the first officer said, offering his
hand to her. Its always good to see a new face in the crowd. Welcome aboard,
Lieutenant.
Please call me Jayna, and thank you. Its good to be aboard. She looked
around the bridge to size up her new surroundings. Her stomach was still fluttering from
the transporter. It was her first time, and she hoped that she wouldnt throw up in front of
her new captain. Ships a little cramped, isnt it?
To me, gigantic, Espero is, the skipper chuckled as she looked up at her secondin-command. To Hammersley, our gift, delivered, it was?
Yes, Maam! Four thousand boxes of the local cuisine, along with the bill.
And the food?
Packed and secured in the cargo bay after being cleared through Customs.
Good, good, this is, Ikar said, turning to look at Jayna. The Intaran was
obviously confused by their behavior. With Hammersleys crew, compete, we do. The
better ship, we have; the better crew, we have. Maintain it, our reputation, we must.
Teach them, we must. Accost me, paint me purple, do this, never again, will they!
Were having a prank war with Commander McCune, Mundi explained, and
the skipper has one wicked sense of humor. I remember one time when she rigged the
sonic showers to cover Hammies crew in green gelatin. That was
For that, on report by Admiral Jellico, I was, a grinning Ikar interrupted.
Ready to break orbit, already, we are, Andrew?
Why wait? Its easier to beam you aboard after we launched.
Excellent thinking, it was, Andrew. Make of you, a captain, I will.
Maybe after you get your fourth pip, Skipper.
Ikar regarded the screen at the front of the small bridge. Intar dominated the
bottom of the screen, while the Ernst Ruska could be seen in the lower left-hand corner
with the Blount Island and their sister ship, the Hammersley.
Ikar walked over to her chair as Mundi showed their new science officer to her
station before taking his own station. With the changes in ships personnel and the
departure of half of their security detachment, he was forced to add the duties of Security
Chief to his resume.
Course to OHares last position, plotted and laid in, Captain, the ships pilot,
Ensign Kor lasch Grev, reported with his orange eyes intensely focused on his controls.
Ready for warp at your command.
And there goes Hammersley, someone said as their sister ship flashed to warp.
Hmph, the Tellarite growled. I guess theyre in a hurry.

Ikar turned toward the operations console. From the OHare, heard more, have
we? Their distress signal, too late, I hope not.
Nothing yet, maam, Ensign Derrick Lake reported, his hand on the transceiver
in his right ear. A minute later, the dark-haired man said, Gwaliors hailing us.
Screen on.
The image of Gwalior Bases executive officer, Lieutenant Commander Jeff
Wilcox, appeared at the center of the main screen, replacing the exterior visual.
Commander Ikar, he said, standing in the middle of Gwalior Bases operations
center, we just got a report from an Intaran explorer, the Namree-Zaye. They picked up
the Tzenkethi closing on the OHares convoy, and report theyre on their way to assist.
Against the Tzenkethi, not much, they could be, the Horrusi commented, resting
her hands on her hips. On our way, we are, Commander. She leaned up on her tippytoes to peer over Grevs arm at the helm display. Our ETA, two minutes, once warp
nine, we reach.
Captain ThNar has ordered that Ernst Ruska and Blount Island remain in orbit.
Hes getting the Kumari underway as we speak.
Acknowledged, Espero out.
The skipper frowned, climbing up into her command chair. To warp nine, Mister
Grev, take us. She then turned towards her first officer, who was already looking back
at her.
This must be serious, he said, sounding a little anxious, if the Kumaris
breaking orbit. I thought ThNar would have sent the Ruska, with all of the hospital beds
she has.
It is, Ikar said with a nod. She was quiet for a moment before asking, Settled,
Kara and the kids, they are?
Um, uh yeah. The base housing officer was able to assign us to an apartment
in Kalmiko Tower. Its a little posh for my tastes, but The lieutenant stopped there,
his face displaying a faade of confusion. They were heading into an imminent combat
situation, and she was asking him about his family.
Whats wrong?
Hmm good. Happy to hear this, I am. Good to hear, fulfilled, my request, it
was.
The Horrusi woman had found the apartment offered to her in Kalmiko Tower to
be too large and ostentatious for her. Being a woman of simple needs since leaving
Horrus, the Esperos captain asked the base housing officer to give the apartment to her
first officer and his family, while she kept to the familiar surroundings of her cabin on the
Espero. He had offered an alternative, but she preferred it this way. When the ship was
landed, and the crew living out of base housing, she found that the peace and quiet
relaxing.
Mundi raised an eyebrow. Frankly, Im surprised that you gave up the
apartment, Skipper. You had quite the view.
Needed it more, you and Kara did. For me, too large, it was.
Yes, but
Captain, Lake interrupted, weve reached the coordinates.
On screen.
Chapter Three

Ritan thNar didnt like what he saw on Kumaris main screen. One of the
Tzenkethi destroyers had been damaged, but two of the freighters were little more than
clouds of debris.
I shouldve sent Espero or Hammersley with them, the Andorian murmured to
himself.
Itll be an awful shame if we cannae get those supplies through, Captain,
Lieutenant, j.g. Brendan Andrews said from his place at the conn. His Highlands brogue
reminded everyone of the still mandatory recordings of engineering lectures by Captain
Montgomery Scott at the Academy. I still have yet to teach Nana how to make a proper
haggis.
Or a decent plomeek soup, commented Senek.
Gentlemen, lets save that conversation for dinnertime, the captain said, leaning
forward in his chair. Mister Greene, target phasers on the lead ship.
The tactical officer punched a few commands into his display and the targeting
reticule appeared on the screen, zooming in to indicate target lock. Having come from
tactical himself, thNar preferred to see where his ships weapons were targeted.
As they watched, the little Espero swooped in and opened fire with a barrage from
her pulse phasers. The Gatling gun effect of her weapons struck the enemy ships shields,
breaking them like a pane of glass.
Hold your fire, Ikar!, thNar called. Hail the lead Tzenkethi.
A second later and the view in front of him switched over to the other ships
bridge.
You are in a military exclusion zone. Withdraw or be destroyed.
Captain, Greene reported from the portside tactical station, one of the
Tzenkethi ships is turning towards us.
ThNar stood up and placed his hands behind him. This is Captain Ritan thNar
of the Federation Starship Kumari. The Intar system is under Federation protection, and
we do not recognize your exclusion zone. If you withdraw now, you will be allowed to
depart.
The ship shuddered under the impact of the Tzenkethis weapons.
If thats how you want it... All ships, open fire!
The Kumari maneuvered around the wreckage of a freighter as the damaged
Stratka-class destroyer fired again.
It looks like they took some damage, Andrews commented.
Im reading some moderate structural damage, Nix said, looking up from his
panel. There was some concern on the Bolians face. Their impulse engines are running
at 20% of efficiency and Im barely detecting any functioning sign of their life-support.
Any life signs?
Some, but not much, sir.
According to Starfleet Intelligence, Commander Senek said, providing his
commanding officer with an encyclopedic account of relevant information, the Stratkaclass destroyer has a crew complement of four hundred and seventy-three warriors. Their
weapons capabilities are believed to be
Captain, Ive located the OHare!

Easy, guys, Jax Myrru said. These pods arent made of the same stuff ours
are. He was the Namree-Zayes chief engineer, and knew as much as anyone about the
capabilities of the ships grapplers.
This was the third pod theyd grabbed from the freighter Corazon, which had not
fared well against the Tzenkethi raid.
Hows it coming, Jax? Commander Kayn asked, rounding the corner from the
corridor. Kayn was Jaxs brother-in-law, but that didnt keep them from being
professional. He was going to choose a different person for chief engineer, but his sister
had begged him to choose her husband, who had just been passed over for promotion by
the Intaran Sea Forces. Because he loved his sister and Jax was a good friend, Kayn
argued for him, and had not been disappointed.
Were pulling them in like corecs at Nekei Point.
Good. No problems, then?
None that I can see. The grapplers are having trouble holding to the stuff they
make these pods out of, but were dealing.
Kayn looked around, noticing the lack of medical personnel. Wheres Criber?
Since the much-publicized launch of the Namree-Zaye, Kayn had been at odds
with the ships chief medical officer, Dr. Allika Criber. She wasnt a bad officer or a bad
doctor. Much the opposite, in fact. And, unlike Doshend, she was quite eager to interact
with the aliens theyd encountered.
But she was also a Thin Preacher.
I think shes over at the portside airlock, Jax answered as a clunk reverberated
through the hull as the escape pod made contact with the docking clamps. A moment
later, the two technicians unlocked the hatch and pulled it open.
Three people emerged through the portal, quickly followed by three more. All
looked like thin Intarans except two. One was a green woman, while the other had blue
skin and a bald pate. He also had a ridge running down the middle of his face.
Thanks for reeling us in, the blue-skinned one said. Weve got wounded.
Kayn reached over and picked up the intercom handset. This is the commander.
Medics to starboard airlock. We have a medical emergency.
On their way, Commander.
The commander replaced the handset before kneeling down next to the injured
man. Using his emergency medical training as well as experience he had picked up
assisting his grandfather, he quickly checked the man over.
A lot of bruising, and these burns are second degree, at least. You dose him with
anything?
Kelotane for the burns and terakine for the pain.
I dont know what those are, but I dont think we should give him anything else.
Good choice, Commander, Dr. Criber said, kneeling down next to him. Well
need to check his arterial blood gas levels and wrap these burns. She turned to the two
medics and waved them in. Get this man to sickbay, on the double. At least he keeps in
shape. Thatll help his recovery. The rest of you come along. Everybody needs to be
checked over.
A moment later, Kayn, Jax and the technicians found themselves alone.
She is such a
Dont say it, Jax. Thats an order.

But Daileyr!
I know, Jax. Criber may be a damned Thin Preacher, he said with a longsuffering sigh, but she has her supporters. And she is a damn good doctor.
Still, we shouldnt have to take that crap.
I know, and my report will
Bridge to Commander Kayn.
Kayn reached over and picked up the handset. Kayn, go ahead.
Sir, one of the Federation ships, the Espero, has hailed us. Theyre offering to
take the survivors off our hands.
Thats a good idea. Advise Dr. Criber
The deck pitched under them.
Losing his footing and slicing his forehead open on the edge of the console didnt
stop Kayn from performing his duty. Report!
Another Tzenkethi! He just came out of nowhere!
Polarize the hull and get us out of here!
Done.
Im on my way up.
Here, you better take this, Jax said, holding out a pressure bandage.
Thanks.
That ship, target it, Ikar ordered. Protect the Intarans, we must.
Torpedoes ready and locked.
Fire!
A full spread of photon torpedoes left the Espero, flying true and striking the
Tzenkethi destroyer in the right spots. The first two brought down its shields, while the
rest did hull damage. Plasma fires bloomed across the Stratka-class vessel as it broke off
its attack on the Intaran vessel.
Looks like we got their attention.
Indeed. The Horussi then climbed down from the captains chair, crossing the
bridge to the operations console, where Lake sat. Hail them, she ordered.
Skipper?
Offer aid, we shall. Before more lives lost, end this skirmish, we should.
Aye, Maam.
Ikar headed back to the captains chair.
No reply, but they are transmitting a distress signal on their own emergency
frequency.
Predictable, arent they? Mundi asked, rhetorically.
Ikar smiled. Indeed they are, she thought, clasping her tridactyl hands behind her.
Cut in and put me on, please.
Aye, Maam.
Tzenkethi vessel, Federation ship Espero, this is. To render aid, we offer.
Shed never been comfortable dealing with felinoids, much in the same way as
humanoids werent comfortable with saurinoids. But for her, it was more personal. Back
home, on Horrus, she had watched as a kreya, one of the large predators of the forest, had
seriously mauled her brother, Tokar. Hed lived, but had never been the same since.
No response.

Ikar sighed. Dying, your ship, it is. Serious damage, we have done, but live, we
wish you to.
Suddenly, the image of enraged Tzenkethi appeared on the main screen. Despite
herself, Ikar took a half-step back.
We will never be your prisoners, the Tzenkethi hissed. We would rather die
than be dishonored at the hands of our enemies! We know how the Federation treats
their prisoners.
Die, you could, but in dishonor. With life, honor and glory, you could have. Be
mistreated, you will not. Prove this, we will.
Never!
To die over propaganda, you wish? Arrange that, we can, but help you live with
honor, we prefer.
The Tzenkethi looked around before visibly deflating. We choose to live.
Beam you aboard immediately, we will. Espero out.
Im reading thirty-nine lifesigns over there, Skipper, Mundi reported. They
could pose a problem if they get it into their heads
Understand, I do, Andrew. The Kumari, hail, please.
Captain, Espero is hailing us.
On screen, Ritan thNar answered. A moment later, Ikar appeared on the main
screen before him, the Espero bridge behind her.
Whats your situation, Ikar?
Survivors from the Corazon, rescued, the Intarans have. Also, Tzenkethi crew,
beaming aboard, we are.
That must have been a lucky shot to have them surrendering to you.
Lucky shot, it was not, Captain. Skill, it was.
ThNar chuckled. Indeed. Well take them off your hands, if you like. OHare
has taken damage and needs a warp tow. Can you handle that?
Easily, we can.
Then lets get the rest of these supplies to the Intarans.
Chapter Four
How bad are we hurt, Lieutenant? Robert Vallejo asked his chief engineer.
Its bad, Captain, the Denobulan answered. Were going to need a spacedock.
I did not need to hear that, Vallejo thought as he looked around. The refit
Constitution class ship had taken a beating. Emergency forcefields covered the more
serious breaches, but theyd still lost fourteen people. Sickbay had also reported forty
injuries, which totally overwhelmed the existing medical facilities. Doctor Malachi had
already turned the shuttlebay into an emergency ward.
The captain dropped into the closest chair, letting his weariness show just a bit.
How much repair time are we talking?
I dont even know if we can repair her. We shattered the dilithium crystal
beyond regeneration, and we took a hit that vented most of our deuterium supply. And I
dont even want to think about the damage to the port nacelle.
Is there anything we can do in the field?

We might be able to jury rig something with Intaran parts, but well be limping
at best.
Vallejo nodded. Do what you can.
Right.
Bridge to Captain Vallejo.
The captain tapped his commbadge. Go ahead.
Sir, the Espero is ready to take us in tow. Commander Ikar asks if we need any
medical or engineering assistance.
Tell her we need both. Doctor Malachi could use some help, and while we wont
be able to make any major repairs, we ought to be able to patch up the holes by the time
we reach Intar.
Ill let her know, Captain.
Vallejo out. Standing up, he faced the engineer. Do what you can, Dhalix.
Jayna Naytohm walked off the bridge at the end of her first day aboard the
Espero, and the dark-skinned Intaran had already seen more combat than she had in her
entire career. As she walked through the narrow corridors, she wondered what had
prompted her assignment to the Defiant class ship.
I thought Id be assigned to the Kumari or Ernst Ruska, she thought, pausing to
press herself up against a bulkhead to make way for others to pass. This little ship
doesnt even have a real science lab.
On the plus side, it did have the most advanced sensor suite shed ever seen.
I know its just my first day, but I think I need to talk to the commander about this.
I just hope it doesnt hurt my chances with these Starfleet people.
Jayna had played it safe all her life. Even as a child, she sat away from the other
children at recess to read. Books had been her escape, and she had a number of old
volumes that she cherished, but there wasnt much room for them in the closet that
Lieutenant Mundi had called her quarters.
Even worse, she was expected to share the space.
The door slid open at her approach, and she stepped through to find herself face to
face with a naked woman with coloring close to her own.
What the
Oh, sorry! Jayna said, turning around. Lt. Mundi assigned me to these
quarters.
Lieutenant Naytohm, right? Well, come on in so the door can close.
Jayna took a step back, seeing the door close in front of her.
Theres no need to be bashful, the woman said. Theres not much privacy to
be had on a starship, even one of the big ones. She then tapped Jayna on the shoulder.
You can turn around now.
The woman had donned a short robe. It was then that Jayna noticed the womans
forehead. I dont mean to be rude but what are you?
Im a Haliian. She then held out her hand. Master Chief Petty Officer Tarahni
Nayce. Im the chief engineer. The two women shook hands. Sorry about that. I just
came off duty, and I enjoy an hour where I can just
Say no more, Master Chief. I shouldnt have assumed the room would be
empty.

No worries. Ill just have to start pulling the privacy shades. Speaking of which,
the bottom bunk is all yours.
I appreciate that.
Say, Im going to head to the wardroom. Care to come along?
Jaynas stomach rumbled in reply.
I guess thats a yes, the Haliian said, crossing the small compartment to her
locker.
So whats your story? Tarahni asked fifteen minutes later as the two women
found a table in the wardroom. Both had chosen Terran dishes. Jayna had chosen the
Pasta Primavera with shrimp because it reminded her of a similar Intaran dish, while the
Haliian engineer chose Swedish meatballs.
Not much to tell, really. Mine has been a military family for generations, both
for Intar as a whole and the Nectem Republic before that, so it was expected.
So youre a military brat, eh?
If I understand the term, yes. Also, military officers have a better chance of
being selected for space service. She then took a bite of the pasta. By the Maker, this
is amazing!
Yeah, Ive always liked Terran food, too. They make great pasta, and the
replicators do it well.
My father would always take us for something like this down on Intar. Too bad I
cant bring my parents aboard to taste this stuff.
Maybe you can. Weve been giving tours to government types while were
landed. Im sure the captain would let you bring your parents aboard for one.
Perhaps I just thought
What? Tarahni asked after swallowing a bite of meatball.
I just thought, when General Rentoshi assigned me to the ship as liaison officer,
Id be able to show off my skills as a scientist. Espero has an amazing sensor suite, but
theres no real science lab.
Tarahni blinked at her. Didnt they tell you what kind of ship this is?
No. I was just summoned to the generals office and he told me Id qualified for
a set of reds. I was actually hoping for Kumari or Ernst Ruska. But I go where Im
assigned. Thus is the life of anyone in the military.
Well, Im sure the captain wouldnt have requested you if you werent needed
here.
I hope so, Tarahni.
Hello, Ladies! Esperos first officer exclaimed as he walked up to their table.
He dropped the small PADD he carried onto the table as he took the seat next to Tarahni.
Hows the food?
Good evening, Sir! Jayna said, stiffening to attention. The food is wonderful,
Sir. I was just telling Master Chief Nayce that my father would take me and my mother
to restaurants that served dishes of this type from time to time, Sir.
Interesting. What does he do?
He recently retired from the Sea Forces, and now runs a rather lucrative private
security service, Sir.

Mundi smiled. Youll come to find that those of us on small ships usually
dispense with military formality. Theres no need to Sir me.
Uh, yes, SiLieutenant.
Anyway, I just came from dinner with the skipper, and we talked about your
inexperience with our equipment and procedures. So she suggested that a qualification
course might help you out.
Qualification course?
Yeah, anyone assigned to bridge duty gets it, Tarahni explained. Personally,
thats why I stay in engineering.
For you, Mundi added, its more about remedial training.
But Im already assigned as science officer. What else do I need?
The skills to be Second Officer. You have the rank, after all.
Ships journal, Mission day 715.
Escorted by ships from the Federation Starfleet, the Voivonna NamreeZaye is finally approaching home. It feels like a lifetime since we last saw
our homeworld, and we are happy to be back.
Chief Engineer Myrru and a team from the Federation ship Kumari
have inspected the ship from bow to stern, proclaiming us as starworthy as
the day we launched.
As we come home, we do so with no fatalities and only three
casualties of note, as set forth in the medical log.
We thank the Maker for watching over us.
Journal entry filed by Daileyr Kayn, Commander
18 Zheika, 85th Year of Unification
The blue and white planet Intar greeted the bridge crew as the forward blast
shielding retracted. More than a few wiped tears from their eyes, knowing that none of
their compatriots had survived to see this day.
Anything from control yet? Kayn asked.
Not yet, Commander.
Kayn nodded, acknowledging the reply.
Too damn quiet, if you ask me, Doshend grumbled from his place at the plot
table.
Maybe theyre too busy arranging a parade for us, Jax Myrru joked, walking up
next to the navigator. Lighten up. Were home!
Im sure your wife will be happy to see you.
Oh, if shes lucky, shell have linked up with another guy.
Wait, what?
Jax laughed. He loved pulling the navigators leg. The devoutly religious man
was just too much the straight man.
Not really, but you never know.

Commander, the technician at the communications panel reported, were

getting a sublight signal from ISA Headquarters.
Headquarters? Not Reden?
No, Sir. Its Unity. Coordinator Fradell.
Put her through, Kayn ordered, taking his place at the center of the small
bridge.
The large forward screen, situated directly above the main windows, lit up with
the face of a middle-aged woman.
Daileyr, welcome home. Whats your status?
Fully functional and happy to be home, Hentress. Like most of the ISAs
spacegoing personnel, he and Hentress Fradell were old friends. Whats with the signal
from Unity?
Fradells face fell. Reden Base isnt there anymore.
Daileyr could feel the shock around him, mirroring his own. What happened?
It was attacked in a raid some months back. Your families are safe, but the
facilities didnt survive.
There was visible relief all around.
Thank you for letting us know.
We dont have any support facilities available, so youll be docking with the
Federation ship Blount Island. Her crew will postflight your systems and begin
upgrades.
And my crew?
Liberty will be granted immediately. Youll be transported to the new joint base
in Citadel.
Daileyr felt a bit of uneasiness stab at his stomach as he acknowledged the order.
Night shift aboard the Espero was usually quiet. With most of the crew asleep in
their bunks and the skeleton watch at their posts, there werent any of the usual sounds of
sentient activity, and that was just fine with Ikar.
Of course, she was usually in her own bunk by this time, but the after action
reports needed to be reviewed and logged. Thus, Ikar sat at her desk, a cup of tea filling
the compartment with a sweet, fruity aroma.
Currently, she was looking over the surprisingly short engineering report. The
little Defiant-class vessel had only taken light damage in their skirmish with the
Tzenkethi raiding party, yet Master Chief Nayce wanted to set the ship down for more
thorough diagnostics as soon as possible.
In port, another man to share her interest with, she must have, the Horrusi
thought. The Haliian had become rather popular with the single men at Gwalior base and
the surrounding city of Citadel. The fact that the small woman could eat like the
proverbial horse probably had something to do with it. Still, so long as it didnt affect her
performance, Ikar saw no reason to disapprove.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the door chime. Enter.
Youre still up? Andrew Mundi asked, passing through the open door.
Be done, the reports must.
True, and speaking of He handed a large PADD to her. No fatalities, and
only one injury, according to our new doc.

Injury?
Teshka again.
A habit, these accidents are becoming, Ikar remarked, darkly.
To be honest, Im not sure they are accidents. I mean, clumsiness is one thing,
but
Freely, you should speak, Andrew.
Chief Thompson did mention that hes been getting some extra attention from
Puller and Channing.
Despite his apparent clumsiness, Teshka, a Saurian, was a fine engineer, and Ikar
had recognized him as such much to the disappointment of the two humans who had
more time in grade, but not nearly as much talent. Ikar remembered dealing with a
number of people like that throughout her own rise through the ranks. Now that it had
been brought to her attention, shed be damned if she wasnt going to do something about
it.
Change their shifts, Senior Chief Anax should.
Mundi nodded, making a note on a smaller PADD that seemed to be an extension
of his uniform, he carried it so often. The Edoan Chief of the Boat shared scheduling
responsibilities with him, as he was also the ships main training officer.
Their quarters, as well. Close to waste reclamation, they should be. Bullying,
on my ship, I will not have.
Aight, Mundi replied, slurring the word as those from his homeland were
known to. Just heard from Kara and the girls.
Well, I trust they are?
Oh, yes. Kara asked me to extend an invitation to dinner, once we tow the
OHare into a stable orbit. I think she wants to thank you for the apartment.
Not necessary, her thanks are. For me, too big, it was.
Mundi frowned. And you prefer living on this sardine tin?
Peaceful, it is, when the children gone, they are, Ikar answered with her almost
trademark serene smile. She took Mundis fit of laughter at the old joke to take a sip of
her tea. Requested a landing, Tarahni has. Grant it, I shall, once a suitable site, assigned
is.
Aight, Mundi replied, making another note on his PADD. Oh, and Doctor
Kiyralli strongly requests your presence in sickbay at your earliest opportunity.
Like all Starfleet captains, Ikar dreaded those particular words, for they rarely
bode well. A reason, she gave?
Andrew pondered the question. Hed been worried about the little Horrusi
female, especially since she had, completely out of the blue, given him and his family the
apartment the owners of Kalmiko Tower had graciously granted her, choosing instead to
live on board. He suspected there were thoughts and emotions she was hiding from him,
and he couldnt help but wonder what was wrong.
You know how it is, he finally answered. New doc, getting used to a new
sickbay, new medical files to process and update, which means
New baselines. Her dread was well-founded. While she considered herself to
be healthy, Starfleet insisted on regular check-ups by doctors and psychologists who
invariably found something amiss in some way.

We all have to go through it. Well, Anax just grunted and stood there Even
that new kid, Naytohm, submitted to one. Doc made an interesting discovery about her,
too.
Oh?
She has Cyrano Jones disease. Ive already ordered her replicator ration
increased to compensate.
The mechanics of that, understood, I have never.
I didnt know anything about it myself, Mundi remarked, before meeting
Captain Harris. You know how peoples metabolisms use food first for energy, then to
build muscle tone, and finally to produce fat as storage for future needs in the other two
categories? Ikar nodded. Well, in a person with AHRS, their metabolism is reversed.
In mild cases, its similar to a bear or rodent preparing for hibernation, in that fat
production takes precedence over muscle tone, whereas in more acute cases, it trumps
even energy to keep going.
Explains much, this does.
So what should I tell the doc?
Ikar sighed. When my duties allow it, I will.
Ill let her know. So anything from Hammersley?
Indeed, yes. We are challenged.
What kind of challenge? Andrew asked, wary of the answer.
A game.
Not more beach volleyball, is it?
No, a different challenge this is. She handed Andrew another of the PADDs
that littered her desk and watched as a smile spread across his face.
They dont know, do they?
I believe not.
Then we are going to wipe the floor with them but where are we going to find
a basketball court on Intar?
Before she could offer a witty comeback to the mans remarks, the voice of the
ships tactical officer, who was serving a watch in charge of the night shift, came over her
combadge. Anax to Captain Ikar.
Ikar, this is.
Maam, the transporter room just reported that Captain Yineth has come
aboard.
For his visit, any idea, have you, Senior Chief?
No, maam, he reported.
Ikar nodded. To my ready room, direct the captain, if you would, please.
Aye, maam. Anax out.
I wonder what he wants, Mundi said, speaking the very thought that was on the
skippers mind.
Like most captains, know this, I do nothing good
Ikar certainly likes to keep her ready room simply decorated, the Ernst Ruskas
Bajoran captain told himself when he looked around his junior counterparts private
sanctuary. As soon as he came aboard the little ship and asked to speak with Lieutenant
Commander Ikar, a tall, multi-limbed Edoan had escorted him here.

He looked down at the PADD in his hand while he sat in one of the chairs in front
of Ikars desk. The plan that he had formulating on his personal access data device was
something that he had been planning since arriving in Intaran space, but before he
brought it before Starfleet Command and the Intaran government, he wanted someone to
bounce his ideas off of. Knowing that the Horrusi were universally known for their
wisdom and their ability at diplomacy, Yineth had decided that consulting with Ikar was a
good decision.
Unexpected, this is, sir.
Yineth turned around and stood up from his seat as the doors closed behind the
Horrusi. Im sorry to pop in like this, Commander, he said with a smile. I was hoping
that you might have some time for a chat.
Su casa, es su casa, Captain.
Im sorry?
An Earth saying, it is. My first officer, a fan of it, he is.
Ah I see.
Get you something, may I, sir? Ikar asked as she walked over to the replicator.
With a simple command, a glass of water appeared before her.
No, nothing, thank you, Yineth said, returning to his seat. If I drink any more
raktajino, my chief medical officer might try to relieve me of duty.
Many doctors, this threat made, they have.
Actually, he continued, I came for some advice.
Advice? From me? My time, yours, it is, sir, Ikar said, moving over to her chair
and sitting down, her eyes looking across her desk at him. Help you, if I can, I will.
Well, I have an idea that concerns the current situation with the Tzenkethi.
To war, the Federation and the Ernst Ruska, take us, you would? A sad state of
affairs, such a plan, it would be.
Nothing like that, Yineth quickly countered, missing the Horrusis attempt at
humor. Its something that might resemble cowboy diplomacy.
Hmm your record, studied it, I have, the Horrusi said, tapping one of the
PADDs on her desktop. Required, I felt it was, when arrived here, you did. A fighter,
you are, not a diplomat. Yet, diplomacy, you recommend. Why?
Maybe Im starting to mellow out in my middle years? the captain quipped,
belatedly recognizing her joke. He picked up the PADD from his lap and handed it to
her. Would you look over this, please? Ive jotted down a few ideas and thoughts.
Ikar took the proffered PADD and took a few moments to read through its
contents. The plan, that he had yet to propose to Starfleet Command, definitely had
merit. While his Starfleet and Bajoran Militia records didnt show much experience in
the area of diplomacy, she believed that the different path he was considering could find a
non-violent way to end the Intarans and the Federations hostilities with the Tzenkethi.
Admirable, this is, she noted, returning his PADD. With your record,
unexpected, this is. Carry it out, how will you, if approved?
Well, Yineth said after retrieving his PADD, Im going to suggest to Starfleet
that they send another ship to temporarily relieve the Ruska, since I dont want to disturb
the defense of Intar. Ideally, Id like to have a second ship with us, but with the current
shortages, Id be lucky if I could get a ship to relieve us, much less a second ship as
backup.

Hmmm Commander Ikar rubbed her chin in deep thought. Alone on such a
mission, the Ruska shouldnt be. Another ship, help you, it might. Another thought, have
this too, I do.
I would love to hear what you have to say, Commander.
The room that Kayn and his senior officers were taken to was instantly
recognizable as a medical bay, but it was more advanced than any of them had seen. But
it was the alien before them that was strangest of all.
Damn, Boy, youre nothing but skin and bones! Ati Lundo, the Namree-Zayes
pilot, commented.
I am not a boy, the alien answered, nor am I a girl.
I dont understand, Doshend asked.
I am a JNaii. My species has only one gender.
So youre an it?
I prefer to be addressed as Doctor, but yes.
Doshend turned to the other Intarans. We are in the land of the Destroyers, he
drawled.
New things, Vio, Kayn said, comforting the navigator. New things. Seeing
the doctors confused look, he explained Doshends religious teachings.
I understand. If you would prefer another member of my staff
I would.
He means no offense, Doctor.
I take none.
Well, now that thats sorted, another voice said from the doorway, Id like to
properly welcome you aboard.
The Intarans turned to see the man who had spoken. He was small, though not
exceedingly so, with graying brown hair and a an open expression. He held out his hand
to Kayn. Captain Dominic Baier, commanding the Blount Island.
Kayn took the offered hand, marveling at the nearly universal gesture that was the
handshake. An honor to be aboard, Captain, Im
Daileyr Kayn, commander of the Voivonna Namree-Zaye. The honor is mine,
Sir. Welcome home.
Thank you, Captain, but whats with the medical exam?
Your government asked us to check something one of our biochemists
discovered at Citadel City Hospital.
What sort of something?
As you know, the Tzenkethi have been raiding your planet for its agricultural
products, as the compound you call chetarin affects them in the same way what we call
methamphetamines affect humans. Were hoping that, through genetic engineering
You wish to change the Makers work? Doshend asked, cutting off the captain.
That is blasphemy!
Please excuse Mr. Doshend, Captain. He comes from a religious order that is
rather
Fervent? Baier suggested.
Yes, fervent in their interpretation of the ancient commandments. Im actually
surprised that the psych screeners allowed his assignment.

Politics, Lundo spat, as if the word were a curse.

The universal curse, Baier agreed. He was about to say more when he was
interrupted by the intercom.
Bridge to Captain Baier.
The small man tapped his commbadge. Baier, go.
Sir, General Rentoshi and Prime Councilor Kodo are ready to beam up.
They re-elected Kodo? Jax asked, speaking up for the first time since leaving
the Namree-Zaye. I was sure hed be challenged by Restan.
Well, we sort of short-circuited that with our discovery of what chetarin does to
some species, Baier remarked. Then, raising his voice slightly, he said, Beam them up
and escort them to First Look, Mr. Carmichael.
Aye, Sir. Bridge out.
If youll excuse me, Ill have someone escort you when youre done here.
Thank you, Captain.
Jax watched the captain leave, shaking his head. Damn, hes skinny. They must
all be Thin Preachers
Chapter Five
Ten minutes later, Kayn and his party were escorted out of sickbay by a young
being that identified itself as a Bolian. While it didnt look very Intaran, having blue skin
and a ridge down the middle of its face, it was rather plump, which, in itself, was
reassuring.
Dont take this the wrong way, Commander, the Bolian, who had identified
himself as Ensign Renek, gushed, but we are going to have fun tearing your ship apart.
Most of us havent seen systems like that outside of a museum.
Just so you put it back together when youre done.
Oh, shell be better than new when were done with her. Have no fear.
Kayn chuckled at the aliens enthusiasm as they reached a pair of finely-crafted
wooden doors, which parted at their approach.
Poppa!
Kayns head jerked toward the sound of the young voice. A moment later, he
dropped to his knees, his arms out wide.
Marya! he cried, tears welling up in his eyes. As she ran into his arms, he held
her and kissed her forehead as he had done every night before shipping out on his
mission. Oh, sweetie, I missed you.
I missed you too, Poppa. Born nearly two months premature, the doctors had
given Kayn and his wife little hope that shed live more than a few days. Six years later,
there she was, welcoming him home.
Releasing his embrace, he looked into the face of his daughter. How did you get
up here?
She beamed up with me, Commander, the deep, distinct voice of Aram Kodo
said from deeper within the room. I asked Captain Baier to give your parents a short
tour of the ship.
And my wife? Kayn asked, resuming his feet.

Kodo appeared shocked. No one told him? he asked the Army general next to
him, whom Kayn assumed was General Rentoshi.
We thought he should hear it from family.
Kayn stepped forward, looking at both men. What happened? he asked.
Wheres my wife? He was about to say more, but stopped at the tug at his pant leg.
Poppa
What is it, Marya?
Momma went to live with the Maker, Poppa.
Kneeling down to look his daughter in the eye, he whispered, What?
Mommas with the Maker.
Im afraid your wife was killed when the Tzenkethi destroyed Lunabase Three,
Commander, Rentoshi said.
Kayn nodded as he folded the little girl into his embrace once again, the tears
flowing anew. Theyd had an agreement between them that if something happened while
he was gone, he was not to be informed until his return. Like him, his wife had been a
military officer assigned to the Intaran Space Agency.
I am so sorry, Commander, Kodo added, kneeling down to place a hand on the
mans shoulder. I know its a horrible way to say welcome home.
Thank you, Prime Councilor, Kayn said as soon as he was confident he could
speak without breaking down. Feeling that Marya had gotten over her own tears, he
gently released her and stood to face the man who led the Intaran government.
Prime Councilor Kodo, he said, snapping to attention and rendering a parade
ground perfect salute, Commander Daileyr Kayn, reporting Exploration Vessel Voivonna
Namree-Zaye has returned in good condition with no casualties.
Commander Kayn, you and your crew are the first to return from your travels.
Despite your loss, it is good to have you home. Kodo then held out his hand. Kayn
shook it, once again marveling at the universality of the gesture.
The Blount Islands observation lounge seemed to offer Daileyr Kayn some
comfort. He still marveled at the sheer size of the vessel, which seemed to him the size
of a small city.
After sending his daughter back to the surface with his parents, Kayn had chosen
to spend the night aboard the Federation construction ship. He knew his crew was there
for him, but he needed a little time away from them. Captain Baier seemed to sense that
almost innately, and had extended an offer for him to stay aboard for as long as he needed
to.
Gynnia, he thought, his eyes slowly roaming the surface of his home planet, what
will I do without you? How am I going to raise Marya without you?
Commander Kayn?
What is it? he asked without turning. He didnt want anyone to see his tears.
My father asked me to check in on you, Sir.
Your father? Kayn asked, turning to face the woman. Well, Ill be
Welcome home, Commander.
Jayna? By the Maker, youre the very image of your father. There was a lot of
Sepath Naytohm, Kayns last commanding officer before receiving his appointment to the
Intaran Space Service, in her face. He remembered how the old man had gone on a tirade

when he learned his daughter had joined the air forces, despite the fact that he
commanded a joint-service aircraft carrier.
Funny, he says I look like my mother.
How is the old flyboy?
Retired. Hes running Chakaio Security now.
Huh. He then nodded at her uniform. I see you got yourself a set of reds.
Theyre not assigning you to me, are they?
No, Sir. Ive been assigned to the Espero, one of the Federation ships. She
walked up to stand next to him at the windows. A moment later, she pointed. There it
is. Its little, but interesting.
Little? Its half again size of Namree-Zaye.
So it is. General Rentoshi has expanded the mixed crew policy that the base
operates under out to the ships assigned to the system.
I see. I can see the advantage of such a policy, but there are disadvantages, as
well.
Thats why were starting with liaison officers on the ships.
Kayn nodded.
Dad wanted to know how youre doing, what with you just learning
Yeah. Itll be hard, but well move on.
Move on? With all due respect, Sir, your wife died! True, it was some months
ago, but
Jayna, we understood the sacrifices that come with serving our fellow Intarans.
We entered the Sea Service to help others and defend our world against anything that
would threaten it.
Jayna nodded. I remember crying for three days after that attack. It took a
lecture from my father to remind me that its a risk just living from day to day. She
sighed. I would have flown up to serve under her two weeks later, if Lunabase Three
hadnt been destroyed.
Oh?
She requested me. They needed a new science officer.
Kayn nodded. So tell me about that ship youve been assigned to?
Let me get you something from the replicator first. I want to introduce you to
something called iced tea
As Jayna walked onto the Esperos bridge the next morning, she didnt feel as
nervous as she had the day before. In fact, she felt rejuvenated and ready to take on
whatever came her way. The bunks may be small, she thought as she headed across the
small bridge to the science station, but theyre very comfortable.
She saw the rest of alpha shift relieving their night shift counterparts. Ensign
Lake sat at the ops/communications console opposite her own, and Ensign Grev was
seated at the helm, snarling over something the gamma shift pilot had done to the
console.
Rotten, stinking, pinkskin the Intaran heard him mumble
Is there a problem, Mr. Grev? she asked, trying to be friendly.
YES! the Tellarite barked back at her. Then, realizing his error, he turned and
said, Lieutenant, I

No apologies are necessary, Ensign, Jayna assured him. I read some of the
cultural briefing papers last night. I understand its just your way to be a bit
argumentative. She then noticed that someone had left her a fresh cup of tanzila.
But it wasnt. As she picked it up, she smelled a distinctly different aroma.
This isnt tanzila.
Coffee, it is, Ikar said, walking up to stand between her and Grev. Popular, it
is among Terrans. Enjoy it, I thought you might, since tanzila, embargoed to off-planet
consumption, it is.
Thank you, Captain. I appreciate it.
And something troubles you, Grev.
Nothing that cant be solved with a ritual sacrifice, Maam.
Im sorry? Jayna asked, after taking a sip of coffee. She found it a bit bitter, but
decided she could get used to it.
Its Ensign Pellew. He keeps eating at my station and he he leaves crumbs!
Once, I even found spilled coffee. He could have shorted out the console, that
thoughtless brindik!
I see.
Sealed against moisture, the consoles are, Ikar reminded the pilot, but
exasperating, it is. Lieutenant, address it, could you?
Of course, Maam.
As the Horrusi headed back to her chair, Grev looked at Naytohn. If you can do
something about it, I will be forever in your debt.
Oh, I think I can dissuade him from that habit. I have something special in mind
for him.
Thank you for seeing me, Prime Councilor, Yineth Nikara said, shaking hands
with the larger man.
Im always happy to meet with one of our protectors, Captain Yineth. So, how
can I help you?
Actually, Sir, it is I who may be able to help you. You see, the Cardassians used
my world, Bajor, much the same way the Tzenkethi want to use yours. True, our food
never affected them, but they enslaved us and used us to strip the planet of its resources.
I think you need to see this
As Kodo took his seat, Yineth removed his uniform tunic, then the shirts under it.
By the Maker, the Prime Councilor breathed at the sight of Yineths scars,
what happened?
The Cardassians happened, Prime Councilor. My father was a member of the
Council of Ministers. He represented an enclave in Rekantha Province, a very lush,
fertile land. When I was six, he was accused of being a resistance sympathizer. Soldiers
from the local garrison forced him to watch as I was whipped. They whipped me exactly
three hundred times and then I was forced to watch them murder him. At that moment,
I vowed to do whatever I could to make sure no other world would ever share Bajors
experience. It is the reason I became a resistance fighter, the reason I joined Starfleet and
the reason I requested my ship be assigned here.
He began putting his undershirt back on, but stopped at Kodos words.
Was he guilty? the Prime Councilor asked.

Sir?
Your father. Was he a resistance sympathizer?
Yes, Sir, Yineth answered, resuming the act of donning his uniform. My older
brother, Jemarii, was a member of a local resistance cell. I took his place after he was
captured and executed two years later.
Im sorry, but that doesnt explain why youre here.
No, Prime Councilor, it doesnt. But it does set the stage, as it were. You see,
even as a child, I knew that there were Cardassians who disagreed with, even hated, what
they were doing to Bajor and its people. Some even helped the resistance. All I had to
do was find them.
Im sure there are Tzenkethi who disagree with what they want to do here. I
believe I may be able to find some. We may not be able to stop the raids, but we might
be able to get a bit of warning or mitigate the effects. If we can find the right person to
deal with, we may even find a way to convince them to end their attacks.
I pray to the Maker that youre right, Captain, Kodo replied, but based on
everything weve learned about the Tzenkethi and how our food affects them, I have little
hope that your plan will succeed.
I understand, Prime Councilor. I still believe that the effort should be made.
I agree, but we need every ship possible to defend this planet.
Ill go alone, Yineth said, zipping his tunic closed. I shouldnt need more
than two weeks.
Kodo regarded the Bajoran for a long moment. Ill clear it with Captain thNar
and General Rentoshi, and advise Admiral Mecum. If you can, Id like you to remind the
Tzenkethi government that we would rather destroy our own crops and starve than turn
them over.
Of course. I will endeavor to deliver your message to the Autarch himself.
Kodo stood up and shook the Bajorans hand again.
Thank you, Captain. May both the Maker and your Prophets bless you and
speed you on your way.
Henry Nash was waiting for the captain when he beamed back aboard.
What the hell are you doing, Captain? he asked, without preamble.
What do you mean? Yineth asked, stepping down from the platform.
Dont think I havent noticed all the private planning sessions with Commander
Ikar. And now a meeting with Kodo? Somethings up, and I need to know about it.
In the last year, Nash had come to know the officers he worked with, and he knew
his captain was hiding something.
Its a private matter, Henry.
Maybe if you told me, I could help.
I doubt that, Commander.
Yineth turned to leave the transporter room, but stopped at Nashs touch. Quit
treating me like an enemy, dammit!
Enemy? Henry, youre my first officer.
Then start treating me like one. You ask advice from Commander Kelby or
Major Colby, when you should be asking mine.

Yineth looked at the humans hand until he released his grip. Im sorry, Henry.
Youre right, of course. Its a habit I picked up in the Bajoran Resistance. Always look
out for the ones with families, for they always leave the biggest holes.
Captain?
I used to be married, you know.
No, I didnt.
Yineth nodded. I had a wife, Lanea, and we had three children. Wed left Bajor
by this time, and settled on Pelion II. And then the Dominion came.
Im sorry.
Ever since then, Ive been very protective of anyone under my command who is
either involved or married. It used to drive my special ops team insane.
I never knew. Still, we all know the risks when we join Starfleet. Rehloryn
Would repaint the hull with my guts if I let anything happen to you. She may be
a Klingon and know the meaning of duty, but youre more important to her than anything.
Never forget that.
He then clapped his first officer on the shoulder, silently ordering him to come
along. Besides, he added, while Im gone, Im going to need my most experienced
officer in command.
So where are you going? Nash asked.
To find a backchannel. Do me a favor and let the hangar bay know Ill be taking
out the Opaka Sulan.
Chapter Six
Opaka Sulan, Major zhTori called from the starboard tactical station, launch
when ready.
Roger that. Opaka Sulan is away.
May the Prophets speed you on your way, Captain, Henry Nash added. And
good luck.
Thanks, Henry, Yineth answered over the bridge speakers. Take care of the
big girl while Im gone.
Oh, he will, Dr. Rehloryn, the ships Klingon chief medical officer, replied
with more than a little mischief in her voice. Ill make sure of that.
Im sure of that, Doctor. Well be back soon. Yineth out.
Oh, dont look so worried, Henry. Yineth is an honorable man. I believe he can
achieve anything he puts his mind to.
How Klingon of you, Nash told his parmachai as he lowered himself into the
captains chair.
Rehloryn growled softly at him. Rest assured that he took the proper protection
with him, she reminded. Both he and Major Colby, head of the ships small Marine
detachment, had insisted that Yineth take a squad of marines and a medic with him, just
in case.
Id be more worried for the ship, Lt. Commander Datho ger Gazhk said from
his station on the other side of the bridge. The chief engineer then stood up and walked
over to stand on the opposite side of the captains chair from the Klingon. The Opaka

took quite a beating in the Gamma Quadrant, and my people still havent fixed
everything. Her targeting sensors are still throwing fits.
Well, you know that captain, Nash said, reassuringly. He wont give up on a
ship until shes a floating hulk without a Planck weight to give.
Still, he added to himself, I cant help but fear that things could get much, much
worse if his idea goes sideways.
Commander, Kumari is hailing us.
On screen, Major.
A moment later, the main screen changed to show to face of Ritan thNar, the
senior Starfleet officer in the Intar system.
Commander, I just saw you launch your captains yacht. May I assume Captain
Yineth was aboard?
Yes, Sir. It seems that his idea was approved.
I wish hed have flown it past me first, the Andorian answered, but if the
Intarans are on board with it, who are we to argue? Still, we might want to start some
battle drills, just in case. What with the OHare out of action, were going to need all the
preparation we can get.
Agreed, Sir. Ill begin drills immediately. Should we move off station for phaser
drills?
Negative. I dont want anybody getting too close to that obelisk.
Aye, Sir. Any word on that Intaran ship?
ThNar grinned. Dom and his crew are like kids in a candy store. Ive already
had four complete overhaul ideas cross my desk, each one more outrageous than the
last.
Thats the SCE for you. Next thing you know, theyll be calling in Captain
Scott.
Great Four, I hope not! Who knew anyone that old could drink so much?
Everyone in earshot laughed, since the legendary head of the Starfleet Corps of
Engineers was well known for his drinking prowess.
As soon as we hear anything from Captain Yineth, Ill make sure youre
informed.
Fair enough. Ill send a briefing to Admiral Mecum and Ambassador Eve. They
should both know the details or at least as much as we know. ThNar out.
Ikar sat alone in the Esperos wardroom, a cup of hot tea steaming on the table in
front of her. The leaves had been brought in by one of the freighters, her quartermaster
having made the arrangement to get himself out of trouble for sleeping on duty in the
impulse control room. It was infused with Terran blackberries, one of her favorite
berries.
On non-replicated food, like an Intaran could I become, she thought, taking
another sip. She had to admit that her uniform jacket had been feeling a bit tighter over
the previous few weeks. But she was off-duty and enjoying a novel from the early
twenty-first century called The Hunger Games.
Good book?
Ikar looked up, seeing Jayna Naytohn in the doorway.
Like it, you may. Endless, the author is, with twists and turns.

I would have thought youd read it on a PADD, the Intaran said, entering the
room.
The feel of paper and binding, I prefer. Marking her place, she gently set the
book aside. Productive, your visit to Blount Island was?
Yes. The engineers were able to provide some parts to fit out the new science
lab. Before heading over, she and Ikar had discussed turning one of the ships unused
compartments into a small science lab, and the commander had given her enthusiastic
approval. The ships original design hadnt included such facilities.
Good. Help you, Tarahni, she will?
Yes, Jayna answered, taking a seat across the table from the skipper. She was
quiet for several moments, and Ikar could sense her mood.
The return of the Voivonna Namree-Zaye was big news for the Intaran people, and
was still the lead story on the holovid channels. Indeed, it reminded many of the ships
crew why theyd joined Starfleet.
Good, your visit with Commander Kayn was?
Yeah
Sad, you are. Talk about it, if you wish.
Jayna nodded. I think about all the good things Gynnia did, and then
Death, a part of life, it is. Like a shadow, follows all of us, it does, the Horrusi
told her, feeling her pain.
Did you feel that way after the Athabaskan was destroyed?
Ikar was taken aback for a moment. She hadnt thought about her old ship in a
long time.
Find out, how did you? While her service history was a matter of public record,
the events surrounding the loss of that particular vessel were classified.
Im sorry, Maam. Mr. Mundi
A big mouth, he sometimes has. Tell you stories, I could about the trouble it has
caused.
I think Id like to hear some of those
Sensors are clear, Captain, Major John Colby reported from the copilots seat.
In fact, it looks like there are some holes in the patrol routes. We should have at least
been picked up on a sensor net by now.
Either that, Yineth remarked, or our camouflage is still that good. Still, keep
an eye out. The Tzenkethi have a habit of popping out from around a convenient stellar
body.
They were cruising just above warp one near the Perraton system, on a course
directly into the heart of Tzenkethi space.
Hows the holouflage, COB? Yineth asked the Efrosian woman at the
engineering console.
Operational and stable at 99% rated power, Captain. She then looked up at the
back of his head as he looked out the front windscreen from the pilots seat. But Id still
like to know why Im along.
We needed someone to man engineering, and Gazhk told me you were up for an
away mission.
Id rather be on Risa.

Yineth smiled, his eyes still on the sensors. He could almost sense her fatigue.
They were all tired, and he hoped that theyd be able to take full advantage of the base
privileges soon. One mutiny in my life is enough.
Sensor contact. Three-one-nine mark five-two, Colby reported.
ID?
Tzenkethi patrol ship. Bazadan-class.
Holouflage?
Still up and stable. The Opaka was masquerading as a small Pakled trading
ship, barely larger than a runabout, and he hoped that the Tzenkethi would open a channel
rather than shoot first and not bother asking questions. The Pakleds were, after all, one of
the Tzenkethis trading partners.
Yineth nodded, turning towards the main communications screen. A holographic
filter would overlay their image when they made contact, and the computer would alter
his vocal patterns to make him look and sound like a Pakled trader.
Theyre hailing, Colby reported.
Open a channel.
Okay adding enough to make you an Intaran now.
On the screen, a snarling, sandy-furred Tzenkethi appeared.
I am Shipmaster Fayne of the Autarchs vessel Karshen, he announced in a
booming voice. You have entered Tzenkethi space. Explain your presence.
We look for things, Yineth replied, pitching his voice to mimic Pakled speech,
so as to allow the computer to process it more quickly.
Yes, yes, we all know that. What do you want here?
Yineth paused. We look for things. Do you have things?
This is not a trading vessel.
Trade? You trade for things?
Beside Yineth, Colby bit his lip to keep from laughing.
No. Where are you going?
We go to to see Autarch. Autarch has things. Autarch is smart!
On the screen, Fayne seemed to relax slightly. Hed obviously heard that line
before. Yes, the Autarch is very smart, and he has many things. Do you have things for
him?
We have things! We go now?
Yes. You may proceed.
As soon as the channel was closed, the entire group busted out in laughter.
Oh, Prophets, that was rich! Yineth said, laying in a direct course for Tzenketh.
Must be casual Friday over there, Colby agreed.
Either that, the COB added, or theyre too busy building up a strike force to
properly guard their border.
That, Id rather not think about, Yineth said, suddenly sober. Are we up for
warp four?
The engines are about as bitchy as I am during my period, but shell hold.
Then lets go talk to the Autarch about Intar.
The Opaka Sulan may have looked like a standard Arrow-class captains yacht,
but it was actually one of the specially modified Shadow-class infiltration ships

developed for Starfleet and Marine Special Operations. Still, it had been partially
restored to the more luxurious Arrow standard, yet still retained the enhanced
countermeasures and stealth systems that made it perfect for blockade running.
One of the parts that had been returned to the Arrow standard was the captains
stateroom. A reproduction of his shipboard quarters in miniature, it had a very
comfortable bed.
A bed that Yineth had lain in, wide awake, for seven hours.
Hed tried to sleep, but like every time hed been on an infiltration mission, the
sleep just wouldnt come. He had the option of taking a sleep aid, but hed gone through
one bout of withdrawal from an addiction to them, and was determined never to go
through a second.
So his eyes, and his thoughts, wandered until there was a soft knock at the open
doorway.
What is it, Sergeant?
Major Colbys respects, Sir. Were approaching the Tzenketh system.
About time, Yineth said, sitting up and swinging his feet to the deck. He hadnt
even taken his boots off. How far out are we? he asked as he pushed past the enlisted
man and headed for the cockpit.
Ten minutes out, Sir.
Good. Entering the cockpit, he saw Colby still in the copilots seat where he
had left him, and the COB back at the small replicator.
Coffee? she offered.
Tea, please. Rakantha blend.
Coming up. As she keyed the request into the control panel, she added, I had
to adjust the holouflage a bit to compensate for a new sensor platform we passed on the
way in, but as far as the sensors show, were still hidden from the enemy.
Dont think of them as the enemy, COB, the captain said, taking his place in the
pilots seat. Were here to find a friend. Major, see if you can piggyback a channel on
subspace frequency 1208.
Thats a diplomatic frequency. Who are we getting in touch with?
Yineth looked over at the marine. An old frenemy.
Chapter Seven
Wassen Lenars mouth tasted like day-old fish juice.
He remembered spending much of the previous night with a certain Tzenkethi
noblewoman, but everything after about midnight was a blur. Of course, as Cardassias
ambassador to the Tzenkthi Coalition, he was permitted a few dalliances.
He looked around, finding himself sprawled in a deeply-cushioned lounge chair.
Suddenly, there was what sounded like the wails of the damned in his ears. It
took him a moment to realize it was only the communications panel, beeping for
attention.
Staggering over to the desk, he slapped his hand down on the accept button.
What the ekayi do you want?
I thought youd be happy to see me, Wassen.

NOT SO LOUD! Holding his head, he dropped into the desk chair and blinked
until Yineths face came into focus. Yineth Nikara? What did I do to deserve a call
from you?
Hung over again? Yineth asked. You need to lay off the kanar, Old Friend.
I am not your friend, Nik! What do you want from me this time?
An introduction. I want an audience with the Autarch.
An audience? What for?
I have a message from Intar.
Intar! Theres nothing there but fat people.
Hey! Those are good people youre insulting.
Good people? Theyre no better than Bajorans.
Can you do it, or do I have to put in a call to Garak?
Ill do it, Wassen answered, but I want something in return.
Oh? Yineth replied, raising an eyebrow.
I want off this rotten rock! Take me with you when you leave.
I can take you back to Cardassia Prime, if you like.
Anything but that! I burned almost all my bridges getting off that rock.
Yineth paused to consider before nodding his assent. Deal, but only if you can
deliver.
Oh, that, my friend, I can do.
Fifteen minutes later, they were safely ensconced in orbit near several of the
planets myriad communication satellites.
Well, Yineth said, checking the sensor readouts, all the signals going in and out
of these birds should mask our transporters.
I still think we should beam down with you, Nik, Colby repeated.
No can do, John. The more people we beam down, the more chance that
something will go wrong. Im depending on you to bail me out if I get in trouble.
I dont have to like it.
I know. Yineth quickly secured the pilots station and made his way back to the
small transporter alcove. Keep the ship safe for me.
Will do. Stand by, theres a freighter locking on a warehouse we can piggyback
your beam on And say gbye!
The beaming lasted much longer than usual, but the reaction he got at the other
end of it was worth it.
YEAAGGH! Warn me first next time, will you?
Nice to see you, too, Wassen.
I am so going to regret this Waving Yineth to one of the deeply-cushioned
guest seats, the Cardassian activated the desk communications unit.
Good morning, the voice on the other end said. How may I help you,
Ambassador?
I request an audience with the Autarch, Scheduler. There is a message of interest
that needs to be delivered.
Of course. The Autarch is holding audiences this morning. Can you be at the
palace in forty minutes?

Easily.
You will be third on the agenda. Please do be prompt.
Of course. However, I must inform you that I am invoking Cardassias
Protecting Power rights, as outlined in section fifteen of our diplomatic exchange
agreement.
Which power is the Cardassian Union protecting?
The United Fe
The United World of Intar, Yineth said, loud enough for the panel to pick up.
There was a long silence from the administrator.
The Autarch will be informed.
Thank you, Wassen replied. If you would also be so kind, please inform the
Autarch that I will be resigning my post as Ambassador from Cardassia, effective at end
of business today. The charge daffaires will be assuming my duties beginning
tomorrow.
Of course.
Feeling like hed been lucky to survive the encounter, Yineth Nikara left the
Autarchs audience chamber discouraged, leaving Wassen to conclude his own business.
The Tzenkethi leader had met his proposal with utter distain, vowing to have Intar at any
cost.
A word, Captain, if I may, the voice of the Chamberlain said from an alcove to
Yineths right. There is something you must see.
I really should get back to my ship.
This will not take long. Please, it is very important that you know this.
Intrigued, Yineth followed the Chamberlain into the passage revealed when he
opened a hidden panel in the alcove wall.
What I am about to show you, I do at great personal risk. Were it to become
common knowledge, the very future of the Coalition could be at stake, and the lives of
the entire household and government would be forfeit.
I understand.
The Chamberlain then led him through a series of passages and up a narrow
staircase to a corridor containing a series of small windows. Several of them had
Tzenkethi standing at them, but all departed at the Chamberlains silent command.
From here, he explained, we surreptitiously observe the Autarch and his
family, so as to better anticipate their needs. He then invited Yineth to look through one
of the small windows.
What the Bajoran saw made his heart ache. It was clear the child was in agony,
not all of it physical.
This is the successor-designate, the Chamberlain explained. A Pakled
freighter captain presented a supply of what was called tanzila as a gift to the Autarch.
He found the aroma distasteful, but his daughter He nodded toward the window.
I see, Yineth said, understanding on a level only a parent could. And like
many parents, he would rather enable her addiction than see the withdrawal do something
like this to her.
Yes. He does understand the military applications of whatever it is in Intaran life
that affects us so, but his desire for the planet is much more visceral.

Yineth took a deep breath and closed his eyes, wishing he were not considering
the thoughts running through his mind.
I must share what I have seen with the Intaran Prime Councilor, but I will
request his discretion. I will also suggest that a small supply of tanzila be sent here on a
regular basis. Not enough to be used militarily, but enough to enough to help this
child.
I have known her since the moment of her birth, the Chamberlain said, and it
tears my heart to see her like this. If you can secure such a supply, the Autarch will be
eternally grateful, though he will never acknowledge it. But I will, here in this place.
I will not make a promise, Yineth answered, for I cannot guarantee the Intarans
will agree to help, but I will do what I can.
That is all we ask, Captain. I will show you back to your ship now.
Yes, Ritan thNar thought, this place will be perfect.
He walked around the upper level of the new Federation embassys lobby. The
building was a gift from the Intaran government, and had undergone a complete overhaul
to bring it up to Federation standard, with all the comforts of home for the ambassador.
While it wasnt part of his assignment, hed taken a special interest in the
embassys remodeling. In the weeks since Admiral Mecum had advised him of the
ambassadors appointment, the SCE engineers from the Blount Island had, in concert
with the Intaran contractors, worked a miracle. The embassy was ready with several days
to spare.
On the lower level, a Starfleet officer wearing the three pips of a full commander
walked in. Quickly locating the captain, he walked up the ramp and over to thNar.
You wanted to see me, Captain? Roberto Vallejo asked, snapping to attention.
At ease, Commander, before you strain something.
Aye, Sir. Vallejo altered his stance slightly, assuming an Academy-perfect at
ease.
Damn, Vallejo, were you a Marine in a past life?
Actually, Commodore, the captain of the Edward OHare said, a small smile
forming, my father was a Federation Marine for thirty years. He retired last year.
I wish you wouldnt call me Commodore. I may be senior captain, but
Understood, Sir.
Walk with me, would you? the blue-skinned captain said, setting off along the
mezzanine. I understand that the OHare is going to be laid up for a while.
Unless we can get a tow back to Starbase 128, Sir, were stuck here. Lieutenant
Dhalix tells me the warp drive is completely out, unless we can get a new set of warp
coils. Even then, it would take six to nine months to do a field repair.
I have enough supply requisitions to fill a shuttle bay, but Ill do what I can to
get your ship flying again.
Flying, Sir? Dont you mean sailing?
Is there a difference where a starship is concerned?
Well, Captain, the sea is in my blood, so to speak. Back on Earth, my family has
a thirty-foot schooner that weve circumnavigated the planet with. The Vallejos fought at
Trafalgar, Navarino, Cape St. Vincent, Midway, Leyte Gulf and even the Battle of Cairns
after World War III.

ThNar smiled at the pride that his fellow starship captain displayed. My family
has a similar history. One of my forebears commanded another ship called the Kumari,
back in the twenty-second century
Commander Shran, right?
Thats right. Another ancestor of mine crewed the icebreaker that bore the
name.
Then you see my point.
History is important, Commander, whether its personal or racial history
Yes, Sir.
ThNar stopped to gaze down at the lower level, where a crystal globe with drops
of various metals suspended in it was being positioned atop the fountain on which it
would freely move, a thin film of water providing lubrication. He was familiar with the
feature, since there was one in every Federation embassy. The drops of metal represented
each of the Federations member worlds and their colonies. Nodding his approval, he
turned back to Vallejo.
Hows your crew coping?
As well as they can. Theyre adapting well to their TDY positions at the base
and aboard the other ships.
What about you?
Oh, I love standing watches on an empty bridge.
ThNar clearly heard the sarcasm in the humans voice and chuckled. What
would you say if I had a new assignment for you?
Id kiss your feet and volunteer to father your next child, Sir.
The Andorian laughed at the mental image. I think my bondmates and I will do
quite well without your help. Youve heard about the new ambassador, yes?
Yes, Sir. I heard the President was able to select someone in touch with the
requirements of the position.
Meaning he suffers from Cyrano Jones Disease, yes. ThNar regarded the
commander for several seconds. What would you say to being assigned as Consul
General in Citadel?
Vallejo blanched at the question. It almost sounded like a promotion to him, but it
would also mean leaving the OHare. Sir, am I being punished for something?
Not at all, Commander. With the OHare out of commission, I figured we ought
to put your diplomatic experience to use. Since the consulate in Citadel is being run out
of the base
I see. Well, Dad always did say I should have something to fall back on if my
Starfleet career collapsed on me.
Not too forgiving that you went Fleet, eh?
Not really, but he was happy when I graduated from the Academy. Of course,
my sister choosing to go Corps helped.
Still, a man with your abilities wouldnt be wasted in a diplomatic position.
Have you talked to the Ambassador about it? Such an appointment is his
decision, after all.
I have, and hes on board with it. Itll be temporary, of course. Just until the
OHare is back in shape.
Then Ill take it.

Chapter Eight
Personal Log, Supplemental:
The plight of the Autarchs Successor-designate, his daughter...
that poor soul. Who would have thought something as innocuous as
tanzila could cause such agony?
But it proves that we cant let the Tzenkethi have Intar, or even
give them access to Intaran products. To have an entire world addicted
to something like that it would be the Dominion War, all over again.
I will be maintaining contact with the Chamberlain, in hopes of
opening more backchannels in hopes that these hostilities will end. In
the meantime, we are returning to Intar, bringing along now former
ambassador Wassen Lenar. While hes still his irascible self, he seems
genuinely relieved to be off Tzenketh.
End entry.
Contact! Three-niner-four mark one-seven!
John Colby dropped his cinnamon bun back onto the small plate. Always when
Im eating, he grumbled, pushing back from the table.
I know what you mean, Yineth Nikara answered, swallowing a last bite of apple
danish.
The Opaka Sulan had crossed into Federation space near the Perraton system
twenty minutes before, and the small crew had relaxed a bit, but this new contact sent a
flood of adrenaline through them.
Report, Yineth called, as he and Colby strode into the runabouts cockpit.
Tzenkethi patrol ship. No ID, though.
Thats damn peculiar. Hows the holoflauge?
Still working. To the universe, were still Pakleds, so
Maybe someone talked, Wassen Lenar said, walking in.
Shall I activate the holofilter? Tatannin asked.
Yes, COB. Hopefully
Incoming hail. Audio only.
On speakers.
I know who you are! Surrender or be destroyed!
Aw, hell, its Fayne.
Maybe we can still
Federation vessel, I say again: Surrender immediately or be destroyed!
So much for that plan, Yineth grumbled. Raise shields, activate weapons.
He outguns us three to one, Nik, Colby reminded his captain.
I know, but we cant outrun him. Maybe we can sting him enough to slow him
down.
Or hide, Lenar said.
What do you mean?

Tzenkethi cant scan through warp plasma. Stop and go dark, and hell never
find us.
But if hes close enough to already have a fix
I dont think we have much choice. All stop, release drive plasma, then quick
dark.
All stop, Colby reported. Releasing drive plasma.
Going dark, the COB added as the lights went out. All power systems down.
And now we wait.
Mike, I hate to have to do this, but Im worried about Yineth. Think Hammersley
can take a quick run out to the Tzenkethi border and scan for him?
Of course, Captain. Any idea where we should look?
Well, Ritan ThNar answered, the Perraton system is the most logical
waypoint, so you might want to start there.
Well get underway immediately, Sir.
Dont stay away too long, Mike.
Well stay out no more than twenty-four hours, Sir.
Very well. ThNar out.
As the main screen returned to its forward visual, Mike McCune looked around
the bridge. You heard the man, Nav. Set course for the Perraton system.
Aye-aye, Boss, Harnell Jones replied, working the flight control console with
practiced ease. Course plotted and laid in.
Ahead maximum warp. No sense dilly-dallying.
Maximum warp.
A moment later, the Defiant class starship left light, and the Intar system, behind.
The transporter deposited him on a quiet, tree-lined street. It took him a moment
to orient himself before setting off.
It was a simple house, not unlike family dwellings on a thousand different planets.
Hed hoped to raise a large family in it, but it had only been the three of them now only
the two of them.
As expected, the door was not locked. Few people locked their houses in the
secure, gated community.
He didnt expect to find Brevik Karan in his kitchen.
Not the homecoming you expected, I know, the administrator said, placing a
plate of something Kayn didnt recognize on the bartop in front of him.
You can say that again, Kayn answered, taking a seat. What is this?
The Federation people call it sushi. I adapted it for local ingredients.
Kayn tried a piece of the strange-looking concoction, finding it bland, but not bad.
Thanks, but you didnt need to take over my kitchen to welcome me home. He looked
over at his old friend. What the hell happened, Vik? How did we end up in this
situation?
Karan came around and took the seat next to him. About two weeks after you
left, a Pakled ship entered orbit.
Pakled?

Traders, mostly. They come across as a bit slow, but theyre a lot smarter than
they first appear.
What happened to the Tygarians?
They still show up now and then, but the Pakleds look more like us, and had
navigation charts of almost a tenth of the galaxy. We thought theyd be interested in
some sort of technology, but all they really wanted was food, so we traded a few tons of
various produce, including about a ton of tanzila beans. In hindsight, we probably
shouldnt have done that. About four months later, the Tzenkethi showed up. At first,
they traded like the Tygarians and the Pakleds.
What do you mean? Kayn asked.
While the Tygarians and Pakleds traded mostly for refined products, the
Tzenkethi only wanted raw foodstuffs. Tanzila especially. They went insane over
tanzila. It was only recently that we found out that their physiology turns chetarin into
some sort of drug.
Of course, by that time, theyd completely dropped their trader pretense and
started raiding. They took out most of the orbital defenses in the first few attacks, and we
knew wed need help defending ourselves. The Pakleds werent interested and the
Tygarians werent capable, but both spoke very highly of the Federation, so, after months
of debate in the Council and the Congress, and raid after raid by the Tzenkethi, we sent a
request through the Pakleds.
We spent a month negotiating with various officers, and then they sent Harris.
Ill let you read about that from the updates and reports. Suffice it to say, once we had
someone we could deal with, everything went into high gear.
So now weve got aliens defending us, Kayn observed.
Pretty much, but then not all of them are aliens, at least not genetically.
What do you mean?
The Ancient Commandments origin story is true. The Preservers are real
beings, at least they were. He picked up a datapad from the end of the bar and quickly
tapped out a query, bringing up an image of an alien planet.
This is Earth, our original home planet. Its also the Federations capitol planet.
Now theres a concept.
Really. He tapped the screen, opening the planet into a map. He then tapped
three parts, highlighting them. These are the homes of the Three Peoples. We Kentari
were taken from this area, called Scandinavia; the Nectem come from this area, generally
called Northwestern Africa; and the Rongari come from these islands here, throughout
the Pacific Ocean.
Amazing. Maybe well get to visit someday.
Maybe. They also discovered that we were genetically engineered to fit into
Intars biosphere, including our size, which deliberately fluctuates about every six
hundred years or so.
Which corresponds with the suns variations, yes, Kayn added. I bet that went
over like a lead balloon with the Thin Preachers.
Some are being thick-headed about it, but most accept the findings.
Well, thats good to know. So what now?
What do you mean?

Do I go back to the Sea Forces? Do I stay with ISA? Do I take the NamreeZaye out for another tour? He sighed. Im kinda lost here.
Actually, I have an idea about that. He turned off the datapad and returned it to
its place on the bar. What do you think about learning Starfleet methods?
Thats probably a good idea. Everyone we rescued from that Tzenkethi attack
had nothing but good things to say about them, and Jayna Naytohm seems to be enjoying
herself on the Espero.
Good. I think youd be perfect for duty aboard the Ernst Ruska.
Captain's Log, supplemental;
It's been six hours since we released our drive plasma as a
countermeasure. In that time, the Tzenkethi haven't found us. But with
the cloud dissipating, we'll soon be meeting our Makers faster than
anticipated.
Through the window, the stars could almost be seen again.
If this is the day that I die, then let the people of Intar know that I did it in defense
of their world, he thought as he wrote a final message into his console. The runabout's log
buoy would be launched soon before they charged forward to fight the Tzenkethi.
Damn frakking... the COB muttered from underneath her console. She was
trying to get the holouflage working again and it was a losing battle. This ship is a piece
of junk and I'm gonna let Gazhk have when we get back to the ship. This thing is a flying
deathtrap!
I think that
Contact! Colby called, as a blip appeared on his sensor display. I've got
another ship at four-seven-two, mark-thirteen.
Tzenkethi?
No, sir... it's the Hammersley! They're sending out a general hail. He pressed a
button.
This is Commander Michael McCune of the Federation starship Hammersley to
the Federation yacht Opaka Sulan, please respond.
Open a scrambled channel.
Scramble channel open.
Yineth turned towards the communications screen. This is the Opaka Sulan,
Captain Yineth Nikara in command. Go ahead, Hammersley.
McCune's image appeared in front of him. Captain, the people at Gwalior were
getting worried about you.
Yes, I'm sure that Captain th'Nar is getting his white hair all into a frazzle.
I don't know about that but I was ordered to bring you home, the captain of the
Defiant class ship told him. I was even given the option of arresting you if you
resisted.
Resist? Why would I resist? I was already on my way home.
Well, according to my science officer, your warp nacelles are drained of plasma
and you have some damaged systems. Do you need a jump or a tow

Yineth turned to look at the engineering console. COB?

I can get us going again. We just need to inject some new plasma unless
youre up to sticking around here for another six hours.
Well take a jump, Mike. Be on the lookout, though. Theres a Tzenkethi patrol
ship looking for us.
Yeah, we ran into him about ten minutes ago. He didnt have much fight in
him.
Thats good to hear. Ready to receive plasma whenever you are.
Just sit back and relax, then, folks. Weve got it covered.
Thank you. Opaka out.
Well, it looks we're in for the home stretch, Colby said, sitting back and
stretching in his seat.
No, John. I think things might get interesting.
Why's that, Nik?
Ill let you know after I talk to Kodo.
Yineth stood up as the door opened, and snapped to attention as Kodo entered,
accompanied by Walter Eve, the new Federation ambassador.
Mr. Ambassador, welcome to Intar, and thank you for seeing me, Prime
Councilor.
You did say it was rather important. I take it your mission to Tzenketh was a
success?
That is still to be seen, Prime Councilor, but I do have information that explains
the Autarchs vehement desire to possess this planet.
Then, by all means, have a seat. I suspect were going to be here a while.
Thank you, Sir. Ive taken the liberty of queuing up a short video file that you
need to see. As expected, the Autarch was not receptive to the message you sent through
me. However, as I was on my way out of the palace, the House Chamberlain approached
me.
Chamberlain? Kodo asked. Im not familiar with that term.
Essentially, the equivalent of a House Manager, but hes a servant, not an
employee.
I see. Continue, please.
He took me into one of the secret passages the house staff uses to more
efficiently serve the Autarch and his family. This particular one allows the staff to
observe the family living quarters, where he showed me this. Computer, play video.
It took only a second for the shock to register on both mens faces.
Dear God Eve whispered.
That poor, suffering child, Kodo breathed. Thats from tanzila?
Not directly, Yineth answered. Shes suffering withdrawal.
Sweet Maker. Can anything be done for her?
Actually, yes but you may not like it.
How so? Kodo asked.
Well essentially be feeding her habit for the rest of her life.
Perhaps youd better explain, Eve replied.
Yineth shifted in his seat before continuing. Some years ago, there was a

Romulan senator by the name of Arrhae i-Khellian t'llhweiir. You may have met her,
Ambassador, as she was one of the senates most vocal supporters of Romulan/Federation
peace and cooperation.
The ambassador nodded. Indeed I have. From what I heard, she died shortly
before the start of the Dominion War.
That was as announced by the Romulan update networks. What most people
didnt know until shortly after her death was that she was actually human. Whats more,
she was a Starfleet Intelligence officer by the name of Therise Haleakala-LoBrutto.
What? Eve squeaked, coming forward in his chair. And they released her
identity?
I take it thats not normally done, the Prime Councilor remarked.
It would cause a major diplomatic incident.
Actually, in this case, it was by mutual consent, as her mission was to gather
cultural, rather than military intelligence. The Romulans actually considered her mission
to be totally warranted, as it parallels the fostering that many of the great families practice
amongst themselves, so as to build understanding and cultural ties. Indeed, her family
has received a number of messages from prominent Romulans thanking them for sending
her. The Romulan government actually said we neednt have bothered keeping it secret.
Ill be damned.
So what does this have to do with the current situation? Kodo asked.
Since it was a clandestine mission, Admiral Haleakala-LoBrutto needed a way of
getting information out of Romulan space. She did it through smuggling an embargoed
substance, Romulan Ale, to a friend she had made, Dr. Leonard McCoy.
Of course, Eve said, nodding. There are border ships going between
Federation and Tzenkethi space all the time. It shouldnt be hard to quietly send in some
tanzila now and then.
I see what you mean. Would you recommend it, Mr. Ambassador? the Prime
Councilor asked.
Thats not really for me to say, Prime Councilor. As Captain Yineth has said,
weve done this sort of smuggling before.
Kodo was silent as he looked at the now still image of the young Tzenkethi.
Even if this Autarch cant express his gratitude, perhaps she will when she takes the
throne. You have my authorization, Captain. Ill see to it the tanzila is delivered to you.
After that, I dont want to know the details.
Understood, Sir. Hopefully, we can wean her off it, but for now, we should be
prepared to supply her for the rest of her life
Actually, Eve said, I may know someone who can help.
Captain Kayn, welcome aboard, the thin man said after the two Intarans
materialized aboard the Ernst Ruska. Henry Nash. Im the Executive Officer, though I
understand thats your job for the next few months.
Not officially, Commander, Kayn answered, shaking hands with the Terran
officer. Administrator Karan thought we could learn from each other.
It certainly wouldnt be the first time, Sir. And who is this?
This is my daughter, Marya.
Welcome aboard. Im sure youll make some great friends very quickly. We

have a lot of families aboard, many with children your age.

Im sure I will, Commander. Thank you.
If you come with me, Ill show you to the quarters weve prepared for you.
Thank you, Commander. Please, lead on.
The three left the transporter room and headed for the nearby turbolift.
I must warn you, though. The captain has started a few risky ventures of late.
You may find yourself caught up in them.
Kayn smiled. I dont think thatll be a problem. Without risk, there can be no
reward
THE END